Exorcism

Hong Futian is becoming more and more confident. He is the leader of the Hong Xiu Society and is at the center of the magic circle in Duanliu City. He personally controls more and more spells in the tower, just like a strong man standing on a dam with the flood behind him. He only needs to stamp his foot, and the flood will pour out, destroying all enemies in front of him, while he himself will be intact.

"Do you still hate the demon species? Do you still want to hold the most powerful power in your hands forever? Then let me tell you, Yang Qingyin is your biggest enemy!"

Hong Futian's whole body was glowing.

"It was I who founded the Hong Xiu Society! It was I who brought together the loose cultivators from all over the world, regardless of humans or monsters. It was I who generously gave away the magic of the natural way, which greatly increased the strength of the monks! Mu Xingqiu, the natural way has been with you It doesn’t matter, you use it to tempt all sentient beings in the world to work for Taoism, but we have transformed it into our own weapon! You can’t take it away, and Taoism can’t take it away either!”

A ball of white light rushed towards Mu Xingqiu. The distance of more than ten steps was as if it did not exist. The light almost seemed to flash in front of Mu Xingqiu.

He stretched out his right arm without issuing any special spell. Part of his palm was shrouded in light, but he successfully blocked the light group.

This is indeed a powerful spell. It looks like a ball of light and contains countless small spells. They rub and stir with each other, continuously absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and the unclean air that have accumulated here from the surroundings, and then quickly Generate more power.

Hong Futian concentrated on manipulating the spell and had a premonition that success was imminent, "Return the demon soul to the demon species, we don't need it. Mu Xingqiu, you died more than ten years ago. You didn't show up during the Battle of Wangshan. You shouldn’t show up now!”

"Do you still believe in the ancient gods?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Hong Futian was stunned for a moment, and then said word by word: "I and the Ancient God have become one. I am the Ancient God, and no one can take my position away!"

"No one wants to steal anything from you." Mu Xingqiu's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout Duanliu City. Small black cracks began to appear in the light ball blocked by his palm, and the countless small spells inside were still there. The friction stirred, but it seemed a little panicked, like a swarm of insects trapped in the gauze.

"No one is an ancient god. You are Hong Futian, and I am Mu Xingqiu!" The voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap that sounded over Duanliu City. The light group exploded instantly, and the little spell escaped without getting far. Dissipated in the air, the tower swayed slightly, and the spiritual energy and unclean energy of heaven and earth that Hong Xiuhui had spent many years accumulating inside was hissing out from the gaps.

Hong Futian's mood in the tower was also turbulent, and his self-confidence retreated at a faster speed. The dam under his feet was collapsing, but he could not keep it intact. The power he had worked so hard to collect changed his face and wanted to kill his master. Swallow.

"Leave here as far away as possible!" Hong Futian's tone sounded like an order and a begging, "Yang Qingyin is the overlord at sea and has the most power. Your son and the demon species are the real ones. good friend!"

Mu Xingqiu made one last effort and made a strange sound from his mouth, like the chirping of a big bird. It was high and clear, reaching into the sky. But when the sound spread, everyone and every demon heard it. They were not the same, but they couldn't quite tell what they heard.

It's like a mantra.

This spell is very strange. It does not entangle or fight with any spells, nor does it cause harm to any targets. The two to three hundred thousand humans and a small number of demon monks in Duanliu City recalled their respective pasts at the same time, which were the past events they were most proud of.

Ordinary humans felt happy, children giggled, and adults lamented how much they had changed over the years. Even a woman who stayed at home no longer had the same appearance and mood as before.

Mortals were not invaded by demons, nor were they possessed by demons. Afterwards, everything was as usual.

A large number of monks in Duanliu City, whether they participated in the magic circle or not, felt dizzy while recalling the past. Everyone recalled different past events. Some monks suddenly saw their old ambitions again, and others The reason why they pursue power is to protect someone or to achieve a lofty goal...

After the memories passed, a strong feeling of disgust came to my mind. Although my former self was beautiful, I seemed weak and hypocritical. Would a butterfly still like a caterpillar? Will an eagle still appreciate ugly, hairless chicks? Confused, the monks stopped casting spells. No one dared to tell their true thoughts. They could only look for impossible answers in each other's eyes.

Hong Futian pressed his hands on the window sill, his body felt like a heavy weight, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The disgust in his heart was stronger than anyone else. In the past, he was so stupid and disgusting. If he saw such a person again, he would never show mercy. .

"Stop your illusion!" Hong Futian panted, with veins on his face showing. He knew what kind of magic it was. "Don't try to control me again... I'm not afraid of you... I am... I am..."

Mu Xingqiu uttered a last spell, turned around, and disappeared with Mr. Qin.

The spell did not spread, but hit the tower directly. The masonry on the tower instantly turned into debris and fell like a heavy rain. Hong Futian on the top floor was so frightened that he was unable to cast a spell to escape. He tightly grasped the window edge with his hands. He knelt down and shivered.

After a long time, the tower stopped shaking violently and the smoke and dust dispersed. Hong Futian finally regained his composure and immediately flew out of the tower. After dozens of steps, he turned around and looked around, his expression suddenly changed.

Most of the tower has been destroyed, and the ground is a mess, but a pile of bricks and stones is still there, rotating upward and stacked on top of each other, like a vine growing around a tree. The tree is dead, but it still remains. The top of the masonry and the top of the tower remain intact, as if they were the fruits of vines.

The remaining one-story tower was crumbling, but it never fell. Many monks in Duanliu City saw this scene and slowly gathered around, wondering what the meaning of Mu Xingqiu's hand was.

Hong Futian knows that his state of mind is as critical as this tower. In the past, he was just an ordinary casual cultivator. He was not a master even among his own people, but he had never been afraid. He dared to see the giant demon king alone and made a decision. An almost impossible grand goal... Now he was even more powerful, but he was trembling with fear in front of a spell.

Hong Futian's expression kept changing. He used strong anger to suppress his doubts, but the doubts evaded left and right like a small insect and refused to leave his mind.

Mr. Qin didn't use any force and was led by Mu Xingqiu. He was neither surprised nor interested in everything that happened in Duanliu City. What he cared about was Mu Xingqiu. "There are very few people who can get rid of evil thoughts on their own." "Sure, when he wakes up and finds himself among a group of possessed people, should he be excited or scared?"

"I cannot predict the future." Mu Xingqiu said that this problem has been on his mind for a long time. "I will not use the future results to determine what I will do today. I will issue a warning and point out the direction. As for what others will do, it will be up to me." They decide for themselves.”

After a pause, Mu Xingqiu continued: "I am not a Taoist or a demon, and I have no intention of controlling anyone's behavior."

When it comes to "control", the demons are the real masters. No matter how many they are, they can be united as one. There was only one mistake. The demon king more than 130,000 years ago allowed some demons to learn Taoism. As a result, The demon clan suffered a disastrous defeat.

The soul of the devil who made the wrong decision is in Mr. Qin's body. He has forgotten many things, but not this one. "Where is Yang Qingyin? Where is Mu Dong'er? Where is Xin Youtao? If nothing unexpected happens, they are all possessed by the devil. You Don't you want to 'manipulate' them? That might be a necessary help."

"I will do my best." Mu Xingqiu hasn't figured out what to do yet. This is also a battle. The opponent is stronger and the situation is more complicated. After all, he still has to use his powerful power. Without these powers, He will be helpless. "The changes brought about by power are not always bad."

"Of course, it's always good at the beginning." Mr. Qin said lightly.

"Weakness is also a kind of strength. The weak are less affected by the invasion of demons. Like a desert, the forces of demons cannot be integrated. The weak are not cute. They still have emotions such as greed and jealousy, but they also have ideals and ambitions. Friendship..." Mu Xingqiu thought of the people in Daliang and Yelin Town. They were not possessed by demons and warmly welcomed the residents of Zhiwei State. "If we regard mortals as a whole, there are still slightly more advantages."

"If you insist on saying that, it's not wrong." Mr. Qin's tone was still perfunctory, as if he was thinking about other things, "Since you regard mortals as a whole, you should understand one thing, no matter whether this whole is Regardless of whether they have many advantages or disadvantages, they are no match for Demons and Tao, or even small characters like Hong Xiuhui. The reason why weak people are weak is because they cannot unite together and form a whole. A desert among the strong.”

Mu Xingqiu laughed, "I said that what I want to save is not humans or monsters, but myself and the relatives and friends I care about. I'm just convinced of one thing."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Qin showed a hint of curiosity for the first time.

"We would be better off among mortals."

Mr. Qin was stunned at first, and then laughed, as if he heard an unexpected and wonderful answer from an inconspicuous student, "That's why I am willing to reincarnate over and over again."

The sky was slightly bright, and the towns on the ground were waking up. Most of the mortals were still asleep, but the possessed powerful ones stayed up all night. Through various means, they learned about the return of the nine Taoist priests, the destruction of Zhibu State, and what happened in Duanliu City. The matter is also spreading rapidly. Like Hong Futian, they are panicking about the power in their hands, fearing that it will be taken away.

"The demonic possession caused by the invasion is ultimately a spell. I think I have a way to remove it, but it's not easy to do," said Mr. Qin.

"The Demon Lord is rectifying the law?" Mu Xingqiu had already guessed.

"Well, saving people is always more difficult than killing people. If you want to compete with the powerful, I can teach you how to use the method now. If you want to remove the evil thoughts of the world and give them a chance to make their own choices, you are still Too weak."

"Do I have to reach the state of obeying Rimang?"

Mr. Qin nodded, "This is a difficult situation. You must be prepared to die and survive."