A beautiful dream never wakes up naturally, and is always woken up and awakened. The wonderful scenes still linger in my mind, but what I see in my eyes is a dull reality. The huge contrast often makes people lose their souls, and then a strong hope comes out - I would rather sleep for a long time than wake up.

The water droplets in the sky disappeared, and the Taoist priests and demons felt this kind of loss.

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

More than ten thousand ice creams were dissipating, and their bodies turned into ice chips smaller than snowflakes. They did not land on the ground, but quietly rose into the air, like a misty mist, gradually turning into real snowflakes and floating to the ground again.

An unprecedented heavy snow, the snow in the entire demon land seemed to be concentrated in the Battle Demon Mountain, covering the sky. What's strange is that every snowflake flashed with a shimmer, and the whole world was both dark and bright. Gradually, the snow stopped, and the sky outside finally revealed its true appearance.

Another morning was the first real sunshine that Zhanmo Mountain had ushered in thousands of years.

The sunlight shone on the body of the Iron Kirin Flea, reflecting several feet long of light, making it difficult for many eyes to look directly at. However, the figure standing on the back of the Kirin was not covered by the light, but became clearer.

Zhan Mo Mountain was silent. After the demons felt lost, they were not angry because of the interruption of their dreams, nor were they ecstatic because of the retreat of their strong enemies. No one spoke. It is rare that the reality after opening their eyes was better than the dream. In a trance, reality was illusory: Are the ten thousand Bingkui really eliminated? Is Zhan Mo Mountain really safe?

"This is the illusion of thoughts." A crisp voice said proudly, Xiao Hao pointed at Mu Xingqiu in the air, "I will be as powerful as him in the future."

Xin Youtao raised his hand and touched his forehead. The small wound left by Yang Qingyin when he used Laojun's clutch to suck blood was still there. He could not believe that a battle of life and death was over like this.

"Mu Xingqiu..."

"Shh...he's still casting spells." Xiao Qingtao stopped Xin Youtao in time.

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

He was still using the eighth level of illusion, but no water droplets splashed out, and the whip of the water pointed obliquely towards the sky. It was five or six meters long, and the end was in a difficult situation. It was in the final battle with the enemy.

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

A figure appeared in the air two miles away. He did not fly over, but was pulled over, from far to near, from virtual to real, and even floated in the air, he seemed staggering. He was like a lonely goose shot by an arrow, flapping his wings hard, but he still flew lower and lower.

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

This is a Taoist priest Wangshan, who looks about forty years old, just like most Taoist priests. Although he is not handsome, he has a sense of elegance and majesty. Just a wisp of blood on his mouth makes him look a little embarrassed.

"The power of a thought, the enemy is moved... Hey. Hey." The Taoist Wangshan sneered several times, turned a blind eye to the demon tribes around him, and stared at Mu Xingqiu, " Should I admire the illusion of the mind. Or the water of the sword washing pond?"

The demon invading Taoist priests on the other side looked at each other, and no one recognized this person. Mu Xingqiu closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. Xin Youtao found that he had no energy to speak at all. So he stepped forward to deal with it: "What, are you not convinced? Wash the sword pool water for you, can you eliminate so many Bingkui at once?"

The Taoist priest Wangshan just sneered, and the arrogant expression on his face showed that he was just dissatisfied.

"What's your name?" Mu Xingqiu finally recovered. The sword washing pool is the best magic weapon in the world, and its consumption of magic power is unusual. His inner alchemy almost lost control.

"Name? What does this mean? A practitioner should not have a name, and if there is one, he should forget it."

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

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

"Well, the unknown Taoist priest, hand over the dragon demon and the golem, and I can let you look back at the mountain."

"Why don't you use the illusion of mind to take away my memory?" The Taoist Wangshan landed on the ground, and the demon clans around retreated further. "Because you can't take it away, you can destroy the memory, but you can't see it or take it away. We will not make the mistake of Zhou Shuo again. Mu Xingqiu, from now on, you can never get any memory from the mind of the Taoist demon."

The Taoist Wangshan has already called himself a "demon Taoist". He obviously used some kind of magic to tamper with his memory. Mu Xingqiu had tried to seize the memory, but he saw a bunch of discontinuous pieces, unable to spell out any recognizable scenes.

"You won, but this is just the beginning of the war." The Taoist Wangshan has the distinctive characteristics of a demon-bearer - fanatical self-confidence. Even if he was defeated and seriously injured, he was not afraid, but he seemed even more arrogant, as if he was the fighter who was generous to death. "Silly Taoist priests, you and the past I have been deceived. The path of cultivation of Taoism is simply wrong. Cultivating demons is the right way. When the demons return, the mistakes will be corrected and the whole world will be purified!"

"What you call purification is massacre." Yang Qingyin said, Bingkui was destroyed, but there were still a large number of corpses around him.

"The demon race is originally a spell casting material, and sacrifice is their natural responsibility and destiny. As for humans, it is just the soil of the Taoist roots. This soil is getting more and more barren and should have been replaced long ago. Mu Xingqiu, among all the Taoist priests who have taken the wrong path, your path is the most serious. Don't think that victory belongs to you. This is the credit of the sword washing pool. The illusion of mind will only lead you into the abyss in the future."

Taoist Wangshan pinched a magic trick with his right hand and pointed it at the sky, "The devil seed will be eternal, you will all perish and fall into darkness forever. Although I will take one step first, I will be reborn in the future."

Mu Xingqiu guessed what the Taoist priest Wangshan was going to do and fired a lightning bolt in advance.

In front of everyone, black gas came out of the entire body of the Taoist priest Wangshan, but the skin quickly shrank and collapsed like rotten fruit. Puff, a green light jumped out from the Taoist priest's head, just in time to hit the illusion lightning.

Lightning entangled the green light demon species, which was fighting for trapped beasts and struggled constantly.

Several demon-invading Taoist priests holding bronze mirrors in their hands faced the mirror at the demon seed at the same time. After a moment, the green light exploded and disappeared completely.

Bingkui and their master brain were completely defeated, but the dragon demon and the golem still had nowhere to go.

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

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

Mu Xingqiu nodded to the Taoists first, walked a few steps to a small landbag nearby, and shouted: "You have seen it and heard that the demons have no intention of rescuing any kind of creature. They just want to destroy and then monopolize the world. It's time for you to make a choice."

"What choice? Is there any choice in the demon clan? It's just the difference between whom I die." The Holy Mother Wanzi stood among the demons and was particularly eye-catching. When Bingkui came, she did not show fear, and she didn't seem particularly excited to solve the crisis. Only she dared to ask questions to Dao Zun at this time, and she used a very casual tone.

"As long as you have a breath, you have a choice." Mu Xingqiu suddenly remembered Jincuo. The young spiritual demon would definitely be more reasonable and exciting than him, but he also had countermeasures. He did not mention the future of the demon children or the will of the ancient gods. He just wanted to express his truest view in his heart, "There is no eternal life in the world, and there is life and death, but all living people are working hard to live, and no one has given up these decades and hundreds of years of life just because one day he will die old. Will the death brought by the demons be more punctual than death? Today, don't we reject the news of the death brought by Bingkui?"

"You refused, we just benefited from it." The Virgin of Wanzi once again interjected, "I saw many demons stretching their necks and unable to wait to welcome Bingkui. They must hate you very much now."

Many demons blushed. They thought they would die and gave up resisting, but they didn't expect Dao Zun to save them.

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "Just stretching his neck and not holding the knife on himself, it means that everyone still wants to survive. I just want to ask, are you willing to fight for survival? Don't point to the rescuer, the demon clan is not, nor am I. Look, many demon clans have fallen down, and I can't save them. I know that the demon clan is much stronger than Bingkui and the demonic enchantment, but if you don't resist or fight for it, you will never know if there is still a glimmer of hope. This is the choice I mentioned, for a slim hope, a hope smaller than the needle eye, stand up, pick up a weapon, and say to all the messengers who sent the death message, 'No, I refuse to accept'."

The demons were silent for a while, and then they made a mountain-like roar. They had never lived in the great hope of light. A little hope was worth their struggle. Even if this hope was the darkest star in the sky, they were willing to look up to it.

Mu Xingqiu's words may not be as beautiful as Jincuo, but he himself hopes.

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

Mu Xingqiu nodded to the old man, turned his eyes to the Taoist priests around him, and looked at each one, "I once said that I would take everyone to find a safe place to hide and watch the war between the Taoist dynasty and the demons, but... I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise. There may be a safe place in this world, but it's not what I want to go there. The demons and humans must unite, and all races that can fight must join this war and make efforts for their own survival. Someone must stand up and do this, tell everyone the truth, tell them that they must fight, and everything still has hope. The longer they wait, the more innocent dead creatures, the weaker the power of this world will be. There must be such a person."

Mu Xingqiu paused for a while. He was wondering if he deserved to say this, and was still wondering if this was his most real feeling. Then he said:

"I want to be this person."

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