Exorcism

Sweet dreams never wake up naturally, they are always woken up and awakened. The wonderful scenes still linger in the mind, but what the eyes see is the unremarkable reality. The huge contrast often makes people lose their souls, and then a strong emotion surges out. Hope - I would rather sleep than wake up.

The water drops all over the sky disappeared, and the Taoist priests and demons felt such a sense of loss.

"Bing Kui...these Bing Kui..." It took a while before the Taoist priests and demons reacted.

More than ten thousand ice kings are dissipating, and their bodies have turned into ice flakes smaller than snowflakes. Instead of landing on the ground, they quietly rise into the air, like a dense mist, gradually turning into real snowflakes, floating again. toward the ground.

There was an unprecedented heavy snowfall, and the snow in the entire land of monsters seemed to be concentrated on Zhan Mo Mountain, covering the sky. Strangely, every snowflake shimmered with light, and the whole world was both dark and bright. Gradually, the snow stopped, and the sky outside finally revealed its true appearance.

Another early morning, but it was the first real ray of sunshine that Zhan Demon Mountain had seen in thousands of years.

The sun shone obliquely on the Iron Qilin Flea's body, reflecting light that was several feet long, making it difficult for many eyes to look directly at it. However, the figure standing on the Qilin's back was not obscured by the light, but became increasingly clear.

The battle on the Demon Mountain was silent. After the demons felt lost, they did not get angry because the dream was interrupted, nor were they ecstatic because the powerful enemy had subsided. No one spoke. It was rare that the reality after opening their eyes was more beautiful than the dream. In a trance, the reality was actually Illusion: Were the Ten Thousand Ice Kui really wiped out? Is War Demon Mountain really safe?

"This is the illusion of mind." A clear voice said proudly. Xiaohao pointed at Mu Xingqiu in the air, "I will be as good as him in the future."

Xin Youtao raised his hand and touched his forehead. The small wound left by Yang Qingyin when he sucked blood from Lao Jun's devil's palm was still there. He couldn't believe that a life and death battle ended like this.

"Mu Xingqiu..."

"Shhh...he is still casting spells. Xiao Qingtao stopped Xin Youtao in time.

The light on the flea gradually dissipated, and the whip of water flow in Mu Xingqiu's hand became as clear as his own figure.

He was still performing the eighth-level illusion, but no water droplets splashed out. The whip of water pointed diagonally toward the sky, five or six feet long, and the end was hesitant. It was engaged in a final contest with the enemy.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly withdrew his whip, and the water flow disappeared and turned into a drop of water, clinging to his palm.

A figure appeared in the mid-air two miles away. He did not fly over, but was dragged here forcefully. From far to near, from virtual to real, even if he was floating in the air, he looked staggering, like a figure. The lone goose hit by the arrow tried its best to flap its wings, but it still flew lower and lower.

The figure finally stabilized, only a few feet above the ground, with a group of surviving monsters below. The demons dispersed and looked at the strange Taoist priest in horror, not understanding how he appeared.

This is a Wangshan Taoist priest, about forty years old, and like most Taoist priests, although he is not handsome, he has an air of elegance and majesty, but a wisp of blood around his mouth makes him look a little embarrassed.

"The power of one thought can shake the hearts of all enemies... Hehe, hehe." Wangshan Taoist sneered several times, turning a blind eye to the monsters around him. He only stared at Mu Xingqiu, "Should I admire the illusion of thinking the mind, or the water of the sword-washing pond?"

The demon-invading Taoist priests on the other side looked at each other, but no one recognized this person. Mu Xingqiu closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. Xin Youtao realized that he had no energy to speak at all, so he stepped forward and responded: "What, are you not convinced? I'll give you the water in the sword pool. Can you kill so many Bingkui at once?"

Taoist Wangshan just sneered, and the arrogant look on his face showed that he was just unconvinced.

"What's your name?" Mu Xingqiu finally regained his breath. The Sword Washing Pool was the first-class magic weapon in the world, and it also consumed unusually high amounts of mana. His inner elixir was just a hair away from losing control.

"A name? What's the point? A practitioner should not have a name, and if he does, he should forget it.

Xin Youtao turned his head and whispered to Xiao Qingtao: "Promise me that if one day you become a high-level Taoist priest, you must speak normally. Don't imitate this guy or Zuo Liuying." Speaking of the last few words, Xin Youtao's The voice was lower.

Xiao Qingtao smiled and shook her head. She didn't think she had a chance to become a high-level Taoist priest.

"Okay, unknown Taoist priest, hand over the dragon demon and the golem, and I can let you go back to Wangshan."

"Why don't you use mental illusion to take away my memory?" Taoist Wangshan fell to the ground, and the monsters around him retreated further, "Because you can't take it away. You can destroy the memory, but you can't take it away even if you can't see it. If we don’t leave, we won’t make the same mistake as Master Zhou again, Mu Xingqiu. From now on, you will no longer be able to obtain any memory from the magician’s mind.”

Taoist Wangshan has already called himself a "magic priest". He obviously used some kind of magic to manipulate his memory. Mu Xingqiu tried to seize the memory, but all he saw was a bunch of discontinuous fragments. There are no discernible scenes.

"You won, but this is only the beginning of the war." Wangshan Taoist priest has the distinctive characteristic of a possessed person - fanatical self-confidence. Even if he is completely defeated and seriously injured, he has no fear, but is even more arrogant, as if he is the real one. Fighter who died generously, "Stupid Taoist priests, you and I have been deceived. The path of Taoist cultivation is simply wrong. Cultivating demons is the right path. When the demons return, the mistakes will be corrected." , the whole world will be purified!”

"What you call purification means massacre." Yang Qingyin said. Bing Kui was eliminated, but there were still a large number of corpses left around.

Wangshan Taoist priest made a magic formula with his right hand and pointed to the sky, "The devil will be passed on forever. You will all perish and fall into darkness forever. Although I took the first step, I will be reborn in the future."

Mu Xingqiu guessed what the Taoist priest from Lookout Mountain was going to do and sent out a bolt of lightning in advance.

In full view of everyone, Wangshan Taoist Priest's whole body was filled with black gas, but his skin quickly shrank and collapsed like a rotten fruit. Poof, a ball of green light shot out from the Taoist Priest's head, just in time to hit the illusion lightning.

The lightning entangled the green light demon, and the demon was struggling in a trapped beast.

Several demon-invading Taoist priests holding bronze mirrors pointed the mirrors at the demon species at the same time. After a moment, the green light exploded and disappeared completely.

Bingkui and their mastermind were completely defeated, but the whereabouts of the dragon demon and the golem were still unknown.

Mu Xingqiu left Flea's back and landed on the ground.

The surviving demon clan slowly gathered over, and in the sky, the Feather King and hundreds of flying demons circled back and forth.

Mu Xingqiu first nodded to the Taoist priests, then walked a few steps to a nearby small dirt bag and said loudly: "You have seen and heard that the demons have no intention of saving any kind of living beings. They only want to destroy, and then It’s time for you to make a choice to dominate this world.”

"What choice? Does the demon clan have a choice? It's just a matter of whose hands you die." Our Lady of Wanzi stood out among the demons. She didn't show fear when Bing Kui came to kill her, and she was able to resolve the crisis. She didn't seem particularly excited, and she was the only one who dared to ask Dao Zun questions at this time, and she still used a very casual tone.

"As long as you have a breath left, you have a choice." Mu Xingqiu suddenly thought of Jin Cuo. The young spirit demon would definitely speak more rationally and passionately than he did, but he also had a countermeasure. He didn't mention the future of the demon children or the ancient times. God's will, he just wanted to express the truest opinion in his heart, "There is no eternal life in the world, there is life and death, but all living people are working hard to live, and no one gives up these decades just because they will die of old age one day. , a lifespan of hundreds of years. Will the death brought by the demons be more timely than the death caused by old age? Didn’t we reject the death news brought by Bing Kui today? "

"It's you who refused, we just took advantage of it." Our Lady of Wanzi interrupted again, "I saw many demon tribes stretching their necks eagerly to welcome Bing Kuili. They must hate you very much now."

Many monsters blushed. They thought they would die before giving up resistance. They didn't expect Dao Zun to save them.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and said, "Just stretching your neck and not putting the knife on it shows that everyone still wants to live. I just want to ask, are you willing to fight to survive? Don't expect a savior. The demons are not, and neither am I. Look, many demons have fallen, and I can’t save them. I know that the demons are much stronger than Bing Kui and the demons, but if you don’t resist or fight, you will never know. Is there still a glimmer of hope for life? This is the choice I am talking about. For a slim hope, a hope smaller than the eye of a needle, stand up, take up arms, and say 'No, I refuse to accept' to all messengers who send news of death. '."

The demons were silent for a while, and then they roared like a mountain. They had never lived in bright and great hope. A little hope was worth their struggle, even if this hope was the darkest star in the sky. They Also willing to look up.

Mu Xingqiu's words may not be as beautiful as Jin Cuo's, but he himself is hope.

Lao Chong rushed out of the demon group and asked loudly: "We choose hope and fight, and then, what should we do? Go to Bingkui for a duel?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded to Lao Bang, turned to the Taoist priests around him, and looked at them one by one, "I once said that I would take everyone to find a safe place to hide and watch the war between the Taoism and the demons, but... I'm sorry, I I have to break my promise. There may be a safe place in this world, but it is not where I want to go. Monsters and humans must unite, and all races that can fight must join this war and work hard for their own survival. Someone has to stand up and do this, tell everyone the truth, tell them that they must fight, there is still hope, and the longer they wait, the more innocent lives will die, and the power of this world will weaken. "

Mu Xingqiu paused for a while, wondering whether he was worthy of saying this and whether this was his truest feeling. Then he said:

“I want to be this person.”