More and more magical instruments cannot withstand the entry of excessive souls and break and fall, like ripe fruits, falling at the bottom of the golden pit, becoming fragments of the ground...Mu Xingqiu continued it again at the moment when the illusion was interrupted. He could not just admit defeat, even if both sides were injured, he had to persevere.

The bald man slowly rotated in the original place. He laughed a few times and suddenly stopped it because he saw that not only Sun Yulu was in sorrow, but Brother Xiaoqiu's expression was not so excited. He asked while rotating: "Brother Xiaoqiu, what's wrong with you? Is it because I said we look different? Or do you think of Fangfang?"

Mu Xingqiu was able to accept the fact that Fangfang died. It was not until now that he discovered that he had excavated Sun Yulu's emotions towards Meng Yuanhou, and a carefully crafted emotional statue in his heart was revealed, which was even more exquisite and more attractive than he imagined.

Knowing that this was the result of the illusion of thought, he still couldn't help but think of all the regrets from the past.

"Fangfang and I don't really spend much time together." He said that there is no fixed partner to talk to, whether it is bald or Sun Yulu, it doesn't matter. He just wants to say what he keeps in his heart, "It's either she is thinking, or I'm practicing boxing, and I'm using it to find books when I'm together. I thought there would be hundreds or thousands of years to be with her. I thought it would be the best time to prepare everything, but..."

He didn't know what to say. The bald man looked confused and just turned around in the same place. However, Sun Yulu, opposite him, spoke, "But it was interrupted by accident. Isn't practice just a process of eliminating accidents? The Taoist priest tirelessly refused to be heartless, in order to eliminate all accidents in advance. One-tenth of the possibility is almost nothing to mortals, but it is a huge threat to Taoist priests with long lifespans. Half of the possible mortals are willing to try, but Taoist priests must avoid it far away. The possibility of death will always exist. If you cannot change death, you have to change your attitude towards death. We are all Taoist priests. We should cut off love, but we are lucky and reluctant to take action. As a result, we were punished."

Sun Yulu was very sarcastic, but tears still dripped in her eyes.

"I would rather be punished." Mu Xingqiu was fighting the uncontrollable grief in his heart. He was the caster, provoking others' emotions. He must not be overwhelmed by emotions. "I hope there is hell in the world, at least Fangfang still exists somewhere. I hope that people will become ghosts after death, and I will always be with her. Even if these are two worlds, even if they don't hear each other, as long as I know she is still here, I will be satisfied. Memory is the punishment for Taoist priests, but this is the only way to remember Fangfang. I am willing to accept punishment all the time."

"You are going to be possessed by the devil." Sun Yu showed some mercy, "It is the most painful to be possessed by the devil. You will cry bitterly, you will be disgusting, you will be angry, and you will want to kill everyone. Take the whole world to meet with your beloved, but once the inner alchemy and the demonic thoughts are taken away, you can't even beat a dog. In the eyes of others, you are just an annoying pitiful insect."

"Is it just me? You are going to be devilish too. Although Madam Meng Yuan is alive, it is no different from being dead for you." Mu Xingqiu became cruel, and his arrogance was still affecting him. He could not bear to be taught by his opponents, "Everything I just said was a lie. Madam Meng Yuan never mentioned your name. He devoted himself to practicing and had long forgotten you. You are not only in love disaster, but also in a wishful love disaster."

Sun Yulu's body trembled, and more tears came out. She had a young appearance, but she was over 100 years old. She had grown up so old, and had never shed so many tears. "It's not wishful thinking. I know he has feelings for me. It's all the things you have never seen before, and you don't understand."

The magic weapons were falling more and more, but the other eight Taoist priests in Luanjingshan released the soul-detaining power to become stronger and stronger. They have lost their ability to perceive the outside world and regard the failure of the magic weapons as a threat. The soul is the source of the power of the Taoist priests in the Lanzhuke. When they are weak, their only way to deal with it is to attract more souls.

"I don't need to see it. Meng Yuanhou Ning refused to leave the Cave of Thoughts. That means he had no feelings for you. All he thought about was practice and there was no place for you at all." Mu Xingqiu's heart became more and more cold. He regarded this conversation as a life-and-death battle and had to defeat the enemy. At this time, mean words were like sharp swords, one targeting the hearts of the people and the other chopping towards the **, but the purpose was the same.

Although Sun Yulu had feelings for Meng Yuanhou and was not strong enough to form a love disaster, her love disaster occurred early under the illusion of thought. Her mind was not confused and understood all the truths, but these truths were not as good as the face that ruined half of it. The memories of the past appeared one by one. As a Taoist priest, her ability to reproduce details was much stronger than that of Mu Xingqiu. She watched over and over again and analyzed over and over again, looking for evidence that Meng Yuanhou had true feelings for herself. Confused always exists, which aroused circles of ripples on the lake of mind.

"You are right, Meng Yuanhou didn't care about me at all... No, you are wrong. When he looked at me, I won't admit my mistake..."

Sun Yulu was worried about gains and losses, and her body was shaking more and more violently. It seemed that she would not last long, and she would break and fall like the magic weapon around her.

The bald man tried a little harder, stopped rotating, and faced Mu Xingqiu, and said seriously: "Brother Xiaoqiu, you are so bad that you made people cry. This is not like you. You never bully girls, you never..."

"Shut up!" Mu Xingqiu was angry. He was at the most critical moment of the battle. He raised his weapons and was the last slash. At this time, no one could interfere.

The bald man was startled and his face changed suddenly. He forgot to use force and started to rotate again. At the beginning, he opened his mouth blankly. After a circle, he hurriedly closed his mouth tightly and his eyes were dodging. If he still had a body, he would be at a loss at this time.

Mu Xingqiu regretted it. He knew how important he was to bald, and the harsh words he said were hurt even more. He didn't want bald to be afraid of him, so he naturally distributed a illusion power, trying to reverse bald's view of him.

The bald man was in a simple mood. Mu Xingqiu could easily feel it when he was still on the first level of the illusion, so he did not use any force, just touched it lightly.

Without penetration, his illusion was actually blocked.

Mu Xingqiu was slightly surprised and immediately strengthened his mana, but he still did not penetrate it. The bald man's protective ability was even stronger than that of an ordinary inhaled Taoist priest.

"Stop." When the bald man turned around again, Mu Xingqiu called out.

The bald man stopped obediently.

Mu Xingqiu looked at the bald man's hair, and the place where the demon's heart was hidden not far from the bun was shining. He was concentrating on casting spells, but he didn't notice it.

"Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying again, is sneaky, why don't you speak?"

The bald man was even more scared, his lips were closed too tightly, and he was a little white.

There were eleven golden villains flying out of the bald man's hair and flying towards different people, including Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu snorted, his confidence had increased to arrogance. He was not afraid of the golden villain sent by Zuo Liuying from the Patriarch's Tower. The black long whip stretched out from his cuffs and the tip of the whip hit the target.

The golden villain did not dodge and was hit. His two little hands grabbed two horse hairs, as if he wanted to compete with the long whip. The long whip was swung like a wild dog biting his prey, swaying left and right desperately.

The bald man's eyes moved quickly following the tip of the whip. He held up a lot of words but dared not speak.

The Jin people were not destroyed, and Mu Xingqiu was even more angry. He could use both his heart, so he continued to use his illusion on Sun Yulu. He influenced all the Taoist priests of the Luan Jingshan, and controlled the long whip with his heart, and insisted on putting the Jin people to death.

Sun Yulu spoke again. The tears in her eyes were gone. Under the protection of the golden villain, her resistance to the illusion of the mind was gradually increasing. "Mu Xingqiu, look back, you are about to be deviled. This is not a joke. You are deviled by Fangfang, but after being deviled, you can no longer protect her soul, let alone take back her soul from Feng Ruhui."

"Protect yourself. Your love disaster has taken shape. Even if you get rid of the illusion, it is useless. If you can't survive the love disaster, you will become a demon earlier than me." Mu Xingqiu's distraction casting spells was not delayed.

"You are right. I can't overcome the disaster. I'm not a genius Taoist priest. I have been wandering in the realm of Hoxia for decades. I think my practice is over. If you become a demon, just be a demon. Meng Yuanhou is a genius. He stayed in the realm of Hoxia because he insisted on taking a dangerous path. When he overcomes the difficulties, he will do something. You said he is not dead. I believe that one day in a hundred years, a Taoist priest who surprised the world will jump out of Pangshan's ancestor. If you are not a demon, please tell him for me..." Sun Yulu paused for a while, as if he could not convert his inner emotions into language. Finally, she said: "He deserves me to be possessed by him."

The bald man finally couldn't hold it back and whispered: "Brother Xiaoqiu, please don't get too fast. I can't keep up, and Fangfang will not recognize him."

Mu Xingqiu's eyes were filled with anger. This anger had no clear goal. He just simply hated everything. His only regret was that he had no power to destroy the world.

The long whip was still fighting fiercely with the Jin people and had already gained the upper hand. The few ponytails at the tip of the whip firmly bound the Jin people's legs and one hand.

Another force of Mu Xingqiu's mind was also increasing. At the center of him, the cold and humid cold air had spread a hundred miles away. Countless souls were gathering towards the Frost Soul Sword through his body, and from time to time, dozens of them were split to squeeze the nearby magic weapons one by one.

Only seven candles were left in the air, and eight female Taoist priests in the Luanjing Mountain were shaking. They were casting spells much more fragile than usual.

Everything happened at this moment, and no time was given to anyone to think about it.

Although the Jin Man could weaken the illusion of mind, Sun Yulu could no longer resist the inner scourge. It was her own scourge and no one could help. She decided to give up and prepare to dive into her memory of Meng Yuanhou and never look back.

With a bang, the only seven remaining candles broke at the same time. Eight Taoist priests from Luanjingshan screamed in unison, all of them showing their true appearances and also fell to the ground.

The bald man rotated quickly like a gyro, and could not stop at all, so he could only scream.

The Frost Soul Sword itself has the ability to restrain souls. After all the magic weapons in Luanjing Mountain were damaged, it continued to absorb souls, and it was faster and stronger, forming a cold whirlwind, and its influence was even longer.

The sword body was shaking so fiercely that Mu Xingqiu tried his best to hold it. The long whip suddenly retracted into his sleeve, and the golden villain who was fighting with it disappeared.

Sun Yulu's expression began to be crazy, and a low laughter overflowed from her throat.

The bald man shouted: "Brother Xiaoqiu, save me! Fangfang, Fangfang, save me, I am a bald man."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly stood up, and the Frost Soul Sword in his hand was like a living beast, struggling to get rid of human control.

He felt a unique soul, as if he was commanding him to stop.
Chapter completed!