Mu Xingqiu woke up.

He didn't feel like he was sleeping. It felt more like climbing up in an endless abyss. The surroundings were cold and there was no light above him. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of him without warning, so bright that he could not see anything.

First, the voice came into his ears, screaming sharply and roaring angrily, as if a fierce battle was going on around him, but he didn't care.

Then there was the scene, a red field, like blood, like flames. Did he be sent to the furnace? He still didn't care.

Finally, it was my personal experience. The blood flowed again, the meridians were running again, and memories sprung up in my mind like mushrooms after a rain. He remembered who he was and why he was here, but he still didn't care.

Everything is so boring and has nothing to do with me. Mu Xingqiu just wants to leave here because he feels difficult to breathe.

There was indeed a battle in front of us, one side was the Qilin with blood-red neck, and the other side was the two or three hundred demons.

It was a flea. Mu Xingqiu remembered this name, but did not have any corresponding feelings. He even thought the name was strange and unpleasant. It was hard to imagine that it was the name he gave it a few years ago.

The fleas rushed and killed regardless of their enemies. The swords hit it like the most exquisite steel, making a crisp sound, and even the scars were left. All kinds of magic tricks were spinning around it, but they were like throwing fish in the water with stones. They flew over their heads without even being on the edge.

The flea provoked a demon clan and threw him into the sea of ​​fire at a high altitude. The screams came to an abrupt end. The whole demon was not enough to cover the fire of the hidden dragon and the poisonous white vapor between the teeth.

Something was yelling in his ear. Mu Xingqiu turned his head to look and saw the bald man shouting the name of the flea in panic. It was really noisy. He thought, and wanted to stay away, and then he realized that he was leaning on a thick body, with a thick and hairy arm passing through his armpits and hugging it on his chest.

The roar sounded above his head, mixed with the bald screams, one thick and one crisp, which was twice as annoying. Mu Xingqiu struggled hard, got rid of the constraints, and walked forward staggeringly. He had not yet recovered his control of his body, and his legs were walking awkwardly.

There were a few people lying on the ground, Xin Youtao, Xiao Hao, Meng Xu, Yin Buchen and Gao Fuwei. He could name them, but he only felt that they were blocking the way and tried to raise their legs to avoid them - maybe they were all dead, and Mu Xingqiu was still calm in his heart.

"Mu Xingqiu!"

Someone was calling his name. Mu Xingqiu hesitated for a moment before turning his head, because he had no feelings for the name. It was Yang Qingyin, holding the Frost Soul Sword in one hand and casting spells with Laojun's clutch. The magic clutch fingertips pressed against Xiao Qingtao's forehead. There was a large ball of strange fire in the air, as if it was it that blocking the hidden dragon fire from all directions.

He didn't think he had anything to say to Yang Qingyin. Even the Frost Soul Sword could not arouse his interest. He just wanted his legs to be obedient, so he continued to stagger forward.

There was a madman blocking the way ahead. He thought for a while before he could remember his name. Qi Yemeng, yes, it was the wolf king. They had never met officially. He saw Qi Yemeng through a little soul demon. At that time, the wolf king killed another wolf demon.

Now, Qi Yemeng seemed to be killing himself, raised his arms and kept spinning around in the spot, staggering like Mu Xingqiu, with a knife inserted on his back, and blood flowed to the knife, then turned into a line and spread into an umbrella shape in more than ten feet of air.

It is another strange and cruel magic, which is quite consistent with the current scene.

"Mu Xingqiu." Yang Qingyin shouted again, with a little more confusion in her voice.

The spoiled and arrogant daughter of the Taoist sect had to answer immediately. He was tired of it, ignored the cry, tried his best to try to restore control of his legs. This was more important than a series of boring calls, and more important than life and death that was close to him.

"You, the enemy of the wolf demon, should die in front of me!" Qi Yemang opened his arms to block the way, and the blood umbrella above his head looked like a huge canopy.

"Do you want to inspect the territory? Get such a big umbrella." Mu Xingqiu hoped that the Wolf King could get out of the way, and he didn't feel that he was the opponent's enemy. Raising his arm was as difficult as taking a step. He finally stretched out his right arm and shook it twice.

Qi Yemeng did not avoid it, and there was another roadblocker ahead, who was a bald man with a lonely head, and a huge joy flashed on his face, "Brother Xiaoqiu! Brother Xiaoqiu! You have finally woken up, stop the fleas, it seems that it doesn't know me anymore."

"Is there any benefit to knowing you?" Mu Xingqiu said coldly, his boredom in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The bald man was stunned, and did not resist when he was pushed aside. He looked at Mu Xingqiu blankly, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Qi Yemeng was bound in a narrow range by magic, so he was very happy that Mu Xingqiu came straight for him, staring at the wolf demon's enemy with vicious eyes.

Mu Xingqiu was stopped. He didn't know how to change direction, so he could only reach out to push the obstacle ahead.

The four arms were intertwined, as if two clumsy black bears were playing. Mu Xingqiu was even more powerful, and he didn't understand where his power came from. Qi Yemeng's arm was as fragile as a grass stick, and it broke into two pieces with a touch of it.

"Don't kill the wolf king, he's useful!" A voice behind him shouted, a little familiar with it, and if you think about it carefully, you should remember it, but Mu Xingqiu was not interested in it. He just wanted to move forward and just wanted to regain control of this disobedient body.

Qi Yemeng was pushed down, looking at his broken arms in horror and angrily, gritting his teeth and refusing to scream. The blood on his back was flowing faster, and some dripping to the ground instead of rising into the air and turning into a blood umbrella.

Mu Xingqiu raised his legs and stepped over the Wolf King. He felt better. At least his body was not so shaking and his limbs were in charge. He felt joy and pride for being able to lift one foot up.

There were several demon clans ahead, and there was no way to block the road. They quickly moved away from both sides. Mu Xingqiu liked such demons.

Behind him, Yang Qingyin, bald man, Lao Chu... the sound disappeared, and there was only one thing that refused to let him be quiet. Qilin rushed over, lowered his head, and attacked with his two horns.

"Brother Xiaoqiu." Bald man murmured, wanting to fly over to help, but Yang Qingyin stopped him, "Don't go over, bald man, let him deal with it by himself."

She finally said the right thing, Mu Xingqiu thought. He raised his hands and prepared to face the two forked sharp horns. He was worried that his speed was not fast enough, but when Qilin Kok rushed to his side, his arms were like he had life, holding the root of the horn at lightning speed.

The Qilin let out a low roar, the ground swayed slightly, and the Taiyin fire and blood umbrella in the air shook violently and shrank. Yang Qingyin hurriedly increased his mana to stabilize his position again.

The situation was even more critical, and Xiao Qingtao couldn't hold on for long. Qi Yemeng's blood finally flowed. Yi Shijun in the clutch of the demon stopped talking. Mu Xingqiu finally woke up, but he became a completely different person. Yang Qingyin didn't know what to do next.

Mu Xingqiu was shocked by the roar of Qilin, which made him angry, and his arms were even more forceful, pressing Qilin's head to the ground. He vaguely remembered that he could also use magic, but he was unwilling to think about it. He felt that these two shirts were strong enough. He liked the feeling of strength from his muscles and even admired this feeling.

The Qilin kept roaring, causing the fire of the moon and the blood umbrella to sway. Yang Qingyin responded carefully and felt increasingly unable to do so.

"Yi Shijun." She shouted in her heart.

Yi Shijun in the clutches finally spoke, "Things may not be good. The method of extermination will usually change the personality of the recipient. No wonder, after the death and resurrection, there will always be some emotional breakage. Most people don't change much, but they are more selfish and care more about their own interests. In fact, this is a good thing. The Taoist priest's method of reluctance and abandoning desire is wrong..."

Yi Shijun is right. After the demon invasion Taoist priests accepted the method of re-destruction, their personalities changed a little. The most obvious thing is that they lost their deep worship of Taoism. Gan Zhiquan and Gan Zhiwei regarded brotherhood more important than anything else. This is impossible for normal Taoist priests.

But Yang Qingyin didn't want to hear this, she was concerned about Mu Xingqiu.

"Mu Xingqiu's changes may be even greater. He has been responsible for others. He has been bored with the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, but he persists. The method of destroying again may have cut off this persistence. It may also be related to his having taken the Demon-Crafting Pill. Qi Wushang and others have changed my spells beyond recognition, and even I can't say what effect will be."

Yang Qingyin didn't understand it very well. Yi Shijun explained: "In short, Mu Xingqiu was more responsible than everyone before, so after receiving the Dharma, he was more selfish than everyone. Fortunately, he was also trapped here. If he wanted to save himself, he had to save everyone and the demon clan."

Yang Qingyin didn't believe that the recipients lost their love for the Taoist dynasty. She could understand that it was a character that was slowly formed during the practice, but Mu Xingqiu was different. He often helped the weak before he condensed Qi into a pill, and even dared to rob the bride when he didn't know what the dynasty was.

Responsibility is his nature, how could he be destroyed by the law of destruction?

"Man is complicated, and no matter how much the destruction is, it is complicated, and no one can think of the consequences in advance."

Yi Shijun said it very easily, and Yang Qingyin even felt that this soul demon liked Mu Xingqiu, who is of this kind of personality, more.

All the demons retreated to Yang Qingyin and looked at each person and the Qilin competing.

The flea roar gradually weakened and slowly turned into a whine. Mu Xingqiu suddenly increased his strength and brought the Qilin to the ground.

Qilin's body flipped over and slammed heavily on the ground. He immediately jumped up and ran to the edge of the safety zone. One front hooves kept digging on the ground, and his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood.

Mu Xingqiu was very happy because he finally regained control of his body until he saw the Taoist priest not far ahead, and his mood became darker again.

The Taoist priest sat on a wooden board with fragments all around him. Nothing that happened just now made him open his eyes.

"You seem to be younger again." Mu Xingqiu walked slowly closer, his tone of sarcasm that he had never been before. "Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying, you will always sacrifice others to fulfill yourself. What benefits can you get this time?"

Zuo Liuying finally opened her eyes. On her wrinkled face, only these eyes remained youthful. He stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while, "You finally gave up."

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