The fire of the Five Elements was extinguished, the residual heat disappeared faster than a meteor, the east was about to turn white, and the little demon Feifei had already leaned against Zuo Liuying for a while.

The anger in Gao Fuwei's heart continued, but his voice was not so rude. "Dao Zun, you are already so powerful. If you kill tens of thousands of Bingkui in one thought, why do you have to kill the fate and make yourself more powerful?"

This is the second time that the Tiger Talisman Master has made an amazing move. Mu Xingqiu was confused, but he still answered his question patiently, "Because I am not as powerful as you imagined, defeating Bingkui is more like... a surprise fortune, I cannot become a rich man with it. I have an inner alchemy, but it is not made by myself and cannot continue to improve. So sooner or later, I still have to practice again, and before I have a new inner alchemy, I must overcome the disaster."

Gao Fuwei didn't know much about Taoist practice, and was speechless by Mu Xingqiu's words. After a while, he said: "So that's the case... But, the Spirit King..."

Yang Qingyin laughed a few times, "You seem to have misunderstood. The emotions of Taoist priests are different from those of mortals. We have long been accustomed to these relationships, defecations, pain and torture. Haven't you heard of the heart of Taoist priests? Like the lake, it reflects all things, but is not moved by all things. Taoist priests must do this, because we remember the past clearly and cannot forget them even if we want to. If we take emotions too seriously, we will sooner or later collapse because of this. Like the relationship between mother and son, brothers and friends, and the relationship between men and women, it will be a burden to Taoist priests. What if the other party dies? What if the other party turns against each other? What if the mortals will soon forget them or get back together, but Taoist priests will always remember them in their hearts. Everything is the same as just happened. How can we practice with peace of mind in this situation? Therefore, we must overcome the disaster and must be heartless and abandon desires. I'm right, Zuo Liuying?"

Zuo Liuying didn't sleep all night, looked a little haggard, and nodded, indicating that Yang Qingyin was right.

Gao Fuwei was even more embarrassed, "So it was so complicated... Why not remove the memory? Wouldn't this make it easier to survive the disaster?"

Yang Qingyin smiled and shook her head, "It's not that simple. Memories are intertwined and only a small piece is removed, you can still recall this section based on other memories. At that time, it will cause greater harm to the Taoist priests. If too much is removed, the Taoist priest will be not far from the idiots."

Gao Fuwei couldn't help but glance at Zuo Liuying. He removed most of his memories. He did not become an idiot, but it seemed a bit strange. He seemed to no longer belong to this world. He only expressed his life when he occasionally spoke.

Yang Qingyin knew best how powerful the memory power she had was, and she herself suffered greatly.

Mu Xingqiu knows the unforgettable pain best. Fangfang's death left his love disaster with nowhere to vent, like a thorn growing in his heart, and maybe he would be bleeding at any time.

Only Taoists understand the importance of killing fate and chasing disasters.

Gao Fuwei did not fully understand it, but the calmness and calmness of Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin made him feel that he had made a very stupid mistake. "Sorry, I'm too much. I can bury a relationship with a bowl of wine. I don't know much about Taoist priests..."

"It's okay. You don't have to hide your thoughts in your heart, we won't care." Yang Qingyin looked at the many demon clans and their mounts outside the ban. "The rewards received by Taoist priests pay so much are equal. We may be killed, but most of the time we control the lives of all living beings, even if we are among a group of demon clans with ulterior motives, they are also afraid of them."

"Of course, even when the talisman master talks about Taoist priests, he treats you as gods. Maybe you are gods, but you just don't live in the sky." Gao Fuwei wondered where his courage just now came from.

"The Taoist priest is not a god, but a group of monsters." Yang Qingyin said to Yin Buchen, who had been listening to her speech blankly: "Go and notify the demon clan of the sacrificial country and prepare to set off."

Yin Buchen responded repeatedly and ran out of the ban.

Yang Qingyin put away all the magic weapons and tents that were not living in. When she passed by Gao Fuwei, she said, "You still often think of Miss Song, right?"

Gao Fuwei lowered his head, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, "Ms. Song's father is also a talisman master. He knows my background, so he firmly opposes our marriage. Miss Song's marriage is not very good, so he died of illness because of the illness. I will never forget her, I... hate myself."

Gao Fuwei didn't want to continue talking anymore. He was an ordinary demon clan. He lived among mortals since he was a child. He could not kill the fate and survive the disaster, but he would not always hold on to the past. A pot of wine and a beautiful woman made him forget the pain in a moment of joy.

The team set off quickly, and there was an advantage in joining the demon clan of the country who sacrificed themselves. They recognized the road, unlike Taoist priests who only marched westward, and the mounts of the demon soldiers were raised with magic skills, and they could still gallop freely in the ice and snow, greatly speeding up the speed.

Zuo Liuying and Feifei were well taken care of. Feifei sat on the back of the Zhenshan cow left by Prince Tuotao, and could even think without interruption. Zuo Liuying was still riding a flea and never began to practice. He spent most of his time meditating.

Mu Xingqiu acted normally, and could walk on the ground and fly in the air. No one could tell that he was tortured by memories at this time, causing his strength to decrease sharply. The demons really treated him as a god, and they didn't even dare to stare at him directly.

Mu Xingqiu was not confused by the illusion. At noon that day, he said to Yang Qingyin: "I used some illusion. Although I didn't see any specific ideas, I guess that when I arrived at the country of Sacrifice, the demon race would turn against us and treat us as prisoners rather than fellow travelers."

"It will take about a month from here to the country of sacrificing one's own country. You'd better complete the disaster during this period. Our team is full of burdens, and I can't protect them all."

"I will do my best." Mu Xingqiu said seriously: "Also, beware of Gao Fuwei."

"Huh?" Yang Qingyin's impression of Gao Fuwei was at the best stage, and she couldn't see any harm to him.

"Gao Fuwei's performance is a bit weird. He is not so brave. I think the memory of his removal is not just that. Maybe he will remember it all at any time and suddenly become our enemy."

Yang Qingyin thought for a while, "If his memories of Miss Song are real, I might be able to let him go when he betrays him, otherwise he will die."

"Haha, it's better to save half of his life. I also have to find out the soul-changers of Longbin Club through him. By the way, I think we can spend a period of time every day to get along alone. I can consolidate the love disaster, and you can also draw the love disaster out as soon as possible."

"Yes, I have to camp and rest every night, so I'll set it down when the moon rises to the middle of the sky."

"Okay." The two walked side by side for a while, and the demons in front and behind were far away. Xiao Hao and Bald Zi accompanied Flea and Zuo Liuying, and no one came to interfere. Mu Xingqiu felt that some things had to be said.

"Thank you."

"What do you thank me?"

"I thought it would be very difficult to kill the fate and overcome the disaster, but with your help, I think it's much easier."

Yang Qingyin laughed twice, "I am a descendant of the Yang family of Taoism. I have been influenced by the things like killing the world since I was a child. Of course, I am more capable than you. I just don't know much about the specific ways to make a relationship. They are unwilling to tell me, even my parents are no exception."

Yang Qingyin looked very happy and told many stories about Taoist priests in Pangshan who died of fate. The plot was very simple and very similar, but she said it with relish, "My aunt Yang Baozhen and Shen Jun have been in love for hundreds of years but refused to die. It was once a big joke from Pangshan. I was not born at that time, but I heard that the two of them wanted to live in seclusion for a time. Later, they took the risk of practicing and actually rose to the realm of Xingluo, causing a sensation in the Nine Daotongs, and were no longer laughed at by others. They stayed at the Old Ancestor Peak. But they were not satisfied and always wanted to give birth to a second Zuo Liuying, but the one who gave birth to Shen Geng."

Mu Xingqiu listened quietly and suddenly felt that the Taoist priest was a sad group of people. The most tragic thing was that he himself had to do this to ensure that his practice could continue, and all this was just to gain a little advantage in the future war.

He really wanted to know what the demons' free will look like. Based on his current feelings, no matter how much power a person has, he cannot be free. Power itself is a representative of arbitrary behavior. If you want to pursue power, you must focus on it. How can you be free and easy?

From this night, the two spent an hour alone every night. The illusion created by Mu Xingqiu became more and more proficient, able to block the gaze outside, but no longer expand at will. At the end, the illusion will turn to the lonely city tower. Mu Xingqiu must endure the pain brought by this memory and consolidate and strengthen it in the next day.

His body became weaker and weaker, and his inner alchemy often lost control, spinning slowly and quickly. His mind-mind illusion gradually declined. After twenty days, he could only barely perform the fifth level of illusion.

In front of the demon clan and Gao Fuwei, Mu Xingqiu cleverly concealed his weakness, and occasionally used illusions in public, so that they did not dare to act rashly - that's enough. Bingkui was occupying a large area of ​​territory to arrange a shifting star formation, and Mu Xingqiu really didn't want to fight a meaningless battle.

As the country of sacrifice is getting closer and closer, the endless winter finally reveals its decline. There is soil in the wilderness, and even a hint of green can be seen on the roadside. This is the real flowers and plants, which is more refreshing than the gorgeous illusion.

On the 23rd night from the Battle of Demon Mountain, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could kill the fate, at least it was worth a try.

Fangfang in his memory did not make him feel bored or tired, but Mu Xingqiu felt that he could face all this calmly. Taoist priests could not forget it, and could not suppress emotions like Gao Fuwei. They could only turn around bravely and face the painful memories that were like shadows, until their hearts were as smooth as mirrors and were unmoved.

But Yang Qingyin still showed no sign of love disaster, but she was very happy and urged Mu Xingqiu to try to kill the fate as soon as possible. "Our situation is quite special. You will not start practicing again immediately after you survive the disaster. You still have time to help me overcome the disaster. Not far from the country of sacrificing your life, you must restore your strength. I can't beat so many demon clans by myself, and it's not okay to have the water of the sword washing pool."

So when the moon reaches the middle of the sky that night, Mu Xingqiu tries to kill the fate.

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