Bingkui doesn't even have the ability to adapt to changes. Will he have emotions, thinking, and memory for the illusion of the mind? If it weren't for Zuo Liuying's words, if it weren't for the current situation too critical, Mu Xingqiu would probably never have considered this issue, let alone tried it.

The power of a thought will make the enemy move.

Mu Xingqiu had heard these eight words a long time ago, but he never took them seriously. If it were ten thousand humans, the illusion of mind might be able to promote the emotions that everyone has, making the sad ones sad, the angry ones more angry, and the happy ones more happy ones. But that's all. The illusion cannot create an emotion out of nothing, and cannot directly command ten thousand people to do this and that, and cannot eliminate them in one thought.

For Mu Xingqiu, illusion is a means of assistance, and it is a bit insidious and insidious method. If you don’t have to use it as much as possible, he is more willing to use pragmatic illusion directly and defeat the enemy with lightning.

But this time, lightning could not defeat tens of thousands of Bingkui. Mu Xingqiu saw that not only did this group of Bingkui have changed in appearance, but also had stronger resistance to spells. Even Yang Qingyin's Taiyin Fire would take a while to turn Bingkui into it. The magic of other demon clans could only slightly delay their pace.

The illusion swept the Taoist priests, and Mu Xingqiu felt a helpless feeling of resignation. Taoist priests were Taoists after all. They were in a state of mind and had their hearts fluctuated because of accepting the method of re-destruction. Now they have abandoned both. ≈,ww︾w. They can neither die calmly, nor do they just want to die in battle or wait for death like the demon clan. They try to let it go: Yang Qingyin needs the blood of Taoist priests, so they provide it, and they refuse to fall into a coma, enduring clear pain; if someone orders them to rush towards Bingkui, they will also be desperate, but will not have hope for victory.

The illusion continued to expand, and a sense of courage mixed with fear was picked from a group of beast monsters. They were actually afraid of Bingkui, and they were not less than other demon tribes at all, but their methods of dealing with it were different, like those straight trees, they would rather break than bend, and they used roars and battles to fight fear, and even reached the level of actively dying.

The illusion is advancing rapidly and is exposed to more and more complex emotions. The demon clan who is fighting is not necessarily the bravest. The demon clan who is sitting there waiting to die is not necessarily cowardly. There are also emotions such as disappointment, confusion, calmness, etc. The calm demon clan just feels that fighting is meaningless, so he would rather sit there and think about something else, open his eyes, but not look at the killings around him, nor listen to the screams that come into his ears.

"Mu Xingqiu, help me quickly, I'm almost unable to hold it! We have to rush out immediately, why didn't Zuo Liuying come?" Yang Qingyin focused on using the Taiyin Fire. He did not notice the invisible illusion passing by, and thought Mu Xingqiu was watching the enemy's situation.

"Wait a little longer, maybe we don't have to escape." Mu Xingqiu replied loudly, his illusion finally reached Bingkui.

"Wait a little longer, everyone's blood will run out... I can hold on for a quarter of an hour at most!" Yang Qingyin carefully controlled the spell. She could not let any Taoist priest die in her hands. If it was a desperate situation, she would end the Taiyin Fire and let all Taoist priests choose for themselves.

Mu Xingqiu did not answer. He was lifting the illusion to the limit and capturing Bingkui's emotions and thoughts.

This is a monster created by a group of spells. The only thing that life is the small seed in the heart, but they also have emotions, which is a vague emotion that is as smoke as fog, and is even more difficult to capture than the illusion itself.

Mu Xingqiu failed to grasp these emotions because it was more difficult than scooping water from a bamboo basket and scooping the wind with his hands. No matter how careful or hard he tried, Bingkui's emotions always passed by the illusion.

Emotions are the outermost layer of the "heart". Only by grasping it can illusion follow the clues to find Bingkui's thoughts and memories, and thus discover the position of the main brain.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength, and his inner alchemy turned wildly, and his magic power rushed to his flesh and blood like a spring water. He maintained his mind and eight functions in the illusion, but it was still a little bit worse. He was like an old woman with dizzy eyes, struggling to lead a needle, and a slight difference brought failures over and over again.

The water in the sword washing pool in Mu Xingqiu's hand changed at this moment.

Instead of turning into a magic sword for help, it turned into a whip, a light-colored long whip like water.

Mu Xingqiu threw out his whip, and the long whip rushed to a height of more than a hundred feet in an instant, and then burst out, and water droplets splashed everywhere. After flying for a distance, each drop of water exploded again, producing more water droplets. This repeated, and soon covered the range within several miles.

Every drop of water blesses the illusion.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that it was not that the attack range of Nianxin Illusion was too small, but that he was inappropriate in casting spells.

The Minxin Department is one of the eighteen major subjects of Taoism. It is dominated by Minxin Illusion and also has many auxiliary magic. Mu Xingqiu has almost never learned it. He has always practiced only illusion and some low-level boxing and whip techniques. The advantage is that the illusion is improved very quickly, but the disadvantage is that it is not a system and cannot exert the power that the illusion should have.

Just like two warriors, their strength, speed, and reaction are all equal, but one side is bare-handed and the other side is fully armed and has mounts to take advantage of, and their strength will be very different at once.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion of thought is almost equivalent to being naked.

The Sword Washing Pool is worthy of being one of the nine treasures of the Taoist dynasty. It can not only change its shapes as you wish, but also make up for the biggest shortcomings of the spell caster. Mu Xingqiu's illusion has finally been some armed.

He grabbed Bingkui's emotions and could even accurately describe them. It was a kind of confusion and fear walking on the night road. He knew that there might be a deep ditch, a cliff or a dead end ahead, but he did not dare to stop because there seemed to be something more terrible behind him chasing him, getting closer and closer...

Mu Xingqiu never found such a uniform mood in a group. Each Bingkui's confusion and panic was the same, no more, no less.

The illusion continued to advance, Bingkui's emotions were not worth provoking. What Mu Xingqiu was looking for was memory. Destroying memory could destroy the powerful enemies around him, and he believed more and more Zuo Liuying's judgment.

The whip of the water flow was raised again, the first batch of water droplets had not completely dissipated, and the second batch came again, and the old and new water droplets stirred each other, producing more and more extensive water droplets. Each drop was crystal clear, like scattered diamonds, like falling stars, as if endless fireworks were dying among the snowflakes in the sky.

Many demons sitting on the ground waiting for death raised their heads, looked at the wonders in the sky, and stood up one after another, slowly feeling an indescribable excitement. Some demons took out three statues of gods and murmured to pray, while others raised their arms to try to grab a drop of water from the air.

The fighting demon clan raised his head and instantly felt that something had hit his heart. They didn't want to be killed by Bingkui, their desire for survival exceeded everything, but they didn't want to fight again, they didn't want to escape, and they didn't even avoid the fatal blow that was approaching them.

The Taoist priests also raised their heads and saw a wonderful scene. They noticed that there was an extremely powerful spell contained in it. This spell was reassuring and fascinating. The demon clan stared at the water droplets all over the sky, but the Taoist priests only stared at one drop. Everyone's eyes were staring at a drop of water droplets. Seeing different scenes from it was the memory they missed the most.

The weapons in Bingkui's hand were still landing, but his movements were a little stiff.

In Xiaohao's eyes, the water droplets were just water droplets. "The snow has not finished yet, and it is raining again. What kind of weather is this? Mu Xingqiu, do you want to turn everyone into popsicles?" But she also stretched out her hand and wanted to take a drop of water droplets and take a closer look.

Yang Qingyin's Taiyin Fire disappeared, and she could no longer absorb blood from other Taoist priests. After being stunned, she became confused like Xiao Hao. She looked at Mu Xingqiu in the air and was about to urge her, but she swallowed the words back to her mouth, and a strange throbbing arises in her heart.

Other eyes saw water droplets, only she saw a young man in demon leather armor waving the whip of the water. He was the creator of the wonders and the origin of dreams... She hated the illusion and evoked the deepest emotions in her heart, doubting the authenticity of this emotion, but she was willing to accept it. She even wanted to hold it tightly in her arms, caress it, kiss it, tear it apart, and then restore it to its original state little by little.

This is not a series of scenes. Everything happens in a very short time. The same illusion arouses different emotions in different hearts. Mu Xingqiu is the only person who is not affected. He sees nothing in his eyes and hears nothing in his ears. He just keeps whipping and whipping the whip. Through repeated actions, he expands the coverage of the illusion and grasps the illusion and uniform emotions of many Bingkui firmly.

Finally, he saw Bingkui's memory. The pitiful little memory was mostly endless darkness, with only a clear portrait and a clear sentence. The Wangshan Taoist priest Mu Xingqiu had seen in Tuotao's mind gave a brief and ruthless order: advance, kill.

Just such a memory is even smaller than the seeds of the Nebula Tree. Can destroy Bingkui by destroying them? Mu Xingqiu still feels unbelievable even though he has reached this point.

Suddenly, he found a force similar to the illusion but in the opposite direction attacking, and the hidden Taoist priest Wangshan launched a counterattack.

Mu Xingqiu did not hesitate anymore, and the whip of water in his hand issued an order to destroy all memories, passing it to every drop of water.

In an instant, those short and small memories collapsed: the Taoist priest Wangshan and his words were swallowed up by the darkness, and not even a phantom or a note was left.

All Bingkui's movements stopped. The ice-made swords, guns, swords and halberds were only a slight distance from the target. Some of them had even hit their living bodies, but lost their deadly power in an instant. Bingkui stopped. They came from darkness and returned to darkness, where they did not need to maintain their strange form, nor were they confused and panic, because they were the dark itself.

A rare frost mist in the world filled the entire War Demon Mountain.

The crystal water droplets disappeared, but Mu Xingqiu did not retract the illusion. He had already contacted the demon illusion issued by the leader of the Bingkui, and the battle continued.

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