Hong Futian became more and more confident. He was the first Hong Xiuhuihui, in the center of the magic circle in Duanliu City. He personally controlled the more and more magic spells gathered in the tower. He was like a strong man standing on a dam. There was a flood behind him. He just stomped his feet gently, and the flood would pour out and destroy all the enemies ahead, and he himself was intact.

"Do you still hate the demon seed? Do you still want to hold the most powerful force in your hands forever? Then let me tell you that Yang Qingyin is your biggest enemy!"

Hong Futian's whole body was glowing.

"It was me who created the Hong Xiuhui Society! It was me who gathered the world's scattered cultivators, regardless of humanity or demon race. It was me who generously gave the natural Tao magic to greatly increase the strength of the monks! Mu Xingqiu, the natural Tao has nothing to do with you. You use it to tempt sentient beings in the world to work hard for the Taoist dynasty, but we have transformed it into our own weapon! If you can't take it away, the Taoist dynasty cannot be taken away!"

A ball of white light rushed towards Mu Xingqiu. The distance of more than ten steps was like non-existent, and the light almost seemed to flash in front of Mu Xingqiu.

He stretched out his right arm and did not emit any special spells. Some of his palms were shrouded in light, but he successfully blocked the light ball.

This is indeed a powerful spell. It looks like a ball of light, and it contains countless small spells. They rub and stir up each other, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy and unclean energy of heaven and earth that have already accumulated here from the surroundings, and then quickly generate more power.

Hong Futian focused on manipulating the spell, and had a premonition that success was about to be successful. "We don't need it to return the demon soul to the demon seed. Mu Xingqiu, you were already dead more than ten years ago. You did not appear during the Battle of Wangshan, and you shouldn't appear now!"

"Do you still believe in the ancient god?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Hong Futian was slightly stunned, and then said word by word: "I am one with the ancient god. I am the ancient god, and no one can take away my position!"

"No one wants to steal anything from you." Mu Xingqiu's voice was not loud. However, it spread throughout Duanliu City. The light ball blocked by his palm began to appear tiny black cracks. The countless small spells inside were still rubbing and stirring, but they seemed a little panicked, as if a large group of insects trapped in the veil.

"No one is the ancient god, you are Hong Futian, I am Mu Xingqiu!" The voice suddenly raised, like a thunder sounded over Duanliu City, and the light ball exploded instantly. The small magic fled and disappeared into the air without running far. The tower shook slightly. Hong Xiuhui spent many years gathering in the area of ​​heaven and earth, and hissing and unclean energy were hissing from the gap.

Hong Futian's state of mind was also turbulent and uneasy. He was confident that he retreated faster. The dam under his feet was collapsing, but he could not keep it intact. The power he had worked hard to collect changed his face and wanted to swallow the master in one bite.

"Leave here, the farther the better!" Hong Futian's tone was both like a command and a begging, "Yang Qingyin is on the sea, the overlord there. He occupies the most power, and your son and the demon seed are the real good friends!"

Mu Xingqiu made his last effort and made a strange sound from his mouth, like the chirping of a big bird, high and clear, and straight into the sky. However, when the sound spread, everyone and every monster heard different sounds. But even they couldn't tell what they heard.

It's like a spell.

This spell is strange. It does not entangle with any spells, nor does it cause any harm to any target. The 200,000 to 300,000 humans in Duanliu City and a small number of demon cultivators recall their respective past events at the same time, which are the most proud past events.

Ordinary humans feel happy, the children giggled, while the adults lament that they have changed so much over the years, even women who never leave their homes are no longer as good as their appearance and mood.

Mortals were not invaded by demons, nor were they entangled in demons. They sighed that everything would be the same as before.

A large number of monks in Duanliu City, regardless of whether they participated in the magic circle, felt dizzy while recalling the past. The past that everyone remembered was different. Some monks suddenly saw their former ambitions again. There were also the reasons why they pursued power, either to protect someone or to achieve a noble goal...

After memories passed, a strong sense of disgust came to my heart. Although I was beautiful in the past, I seemed weak and hypocritical. Will butterflies still like caterpillars? Will eagles still appreciate ugly hairless birds? I wondered, monks stopped casting spells, and no one dared to say what they really thought. They could only look for impossible answers from each other's eyes.

Hong Futian pressed his hands on the windowsill, his body was like a heavy object, and he felt a cold sweat. The disgust in his heart was stronger than anyone else. He used to be so stupid that he looked disgusted. If he saw such a person again, he would never show mercy.

"Stop your illusion!" Hong Futian said panting, with blue veins on his face. He knew what kind of spell this was. "Don't want to control me again...I'm not afraid of you...I'm...I'm..."

Mu Xingqiu let out the last spell, and turned his body and disappeared with Mr. Qin.

The spell did not spread, but hit the tower directly. The bricks and stones on the tower instantly turned into debris and fell like heavy rain. Hong Futian on the top floor was frightened and could not cast the spell to escape. He clutched the window ridge with his hands tightly, squatting down and trembling.

After a long time, the tower stopped shaking violently, and the smoke and dust dissipated. Hong Futian finally regained a little calm and immediately flew out of the tower. After dozens of steps, he turned around and looked at it, and his face suddenly changed.

Most of the tower has been destroyed, and the ground is in a mess, but a pile of bricks and stones are still there, rotating upwards and stacking together, like a vine growing around the tree. The tree is dead, and it remains in its original shape. At the top of the bricks and stones, the top of the tower has not moved, as if the fruits of the vines have been born.

The only remaining tower was shaking, but it never fell. Many monks in Duanliu City saw this scene and slowly gathered over, not understanding what the meaning of Mu Xingqiu's move was.

Hong Futian knew that his state of mind was as critical as this tower. In the past, he was just an ordinary casual cultivator. Even if he was not a master among his own people, he had never been afraid. He dared to meet the giant demon king alone and set almost impossible grand goals... Now he is even stronger, but he is so scared that his whole body is trembling in fear in the face of a magic.

Hong Futian's face kept changing. He suppressed doubts with strong anger, but doubts flexibly dodged left and right like a little insect, but refused to leave his mind.

Mu Xingqiu flew silently in the night. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and all he could do was this. He reminded the demons of his old image and planted doubts in their hearts. Perhaps someone could get rid of the demonic thoughts with his own strength.

Mr. Qin did not use any effort, and Mu Xingqiu took him to fly. He was neither surprised nor interested in what happened in Duanliu City. What he cared about was Mu Xingqiu, "There are very few people who can get rid of the devil's thoughts by themselves. When he woke up, he found himself among a group of demonic enchantments. Should he be excited or afraid?"

"I can't predict the future." Mu Xingqiu said that this problem has been lingering in his mind for a long time. "I will not use the future results to decide what I should do today. I will give a warning and point out the direction. As for what others will do, it is up to them to decide."

After pausing for a moment, Mu Xingqiu continued: "I am not a Taoist or a demon, and I have no intention of manipulating anyone's behavior."

In terms of "manipulation", the demons are truly masters. No matter how many they are, they can be united and have only one mistake. The demon king more than 130,000 years ago allowed some demons to learn Taoism, which led to the devil's defeat.

The soul of the devil king who made the wrong decision was in Mr. Qin's body. He forgot many things, but this one would not be the case. "Where is Yang Qingyin? What about Mu Dong'er? What about Xin Youtao? If there is no accident, they are all possessed. Don't you want to 'manipulate' them? That may be a necessary help."

"I will do my best." Mu Xingqiu hadn't figured out what to do. This was also a battle. The opponent was stronger and the situation was more complicated. He still had to use his own powerful power after all. Without these powers, he would be helpless. "The changes brought by power are not all bad things."

"Of course, it's always good at the beginning." Mr. Qin said lightly.

"Weak is also a kind of power. The weak are less affected by the invasion of demons. Like the desert, the power of the demon species cannot be connected into one. The weak are not cute. They are still greedy and jealous of these emotions, but they also have ideals and friendship..." Mu Xingqiu thought of the people in Daliang and Yelin Town. They were not possessed by demons and warmly welcomed the residents of the Bangli. "If you regard mortals as a whole, the advantages are still a little more."

"If you insist on saying this, it's not wrong." Mr. Qin's tone was still perfunctory, as if he was thinking about something else. "Since you regard mortals as a whole, you should understand one thing. No matter whether the whole has many advantages or disadvantages, he is not a match for Demon and Tao, or even a match for a small character like Hong Xiuhui. The reason why the weak are weak is that they cannot unite and cannot form a whole. They are born a piece of loose sand and are only worthy of being a desert among the strong."

Mu Xingqiu laughed, "I said that what I want to save is not humans or demons, but myself and those relatives and friends I care about. I just finally believe in one thing."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Qin showed a hint of curiosity for the first time.

“We will live better among mortals.”

Mr. Qin was stunned at first, then laughed, as if he had heard an unexpected and wonderful answer from an inconspicuous student, "That's why I am willing to reincarnate over and over again."

The sky was slightly bright, and the towns on the ground were awakening. Most mortals were still asleep, but the demonic strong men were not asleep all night. They learned through various ways that the return of the nine Taoist priests and the destruction of Zhibubang. What happened in Duanliu City was also spreading rapidly. Like Hong Futian, they were frightened by the power they had in their hands, fearing that it would be taken away.

"The devil caused by the devil invasion is ultimately a spell. I think I have a way to remove it, but it is not easy to do it." Mr. Qin said.

"The Demon Lord's Dharma?" Mu Xingqiu had guessed the rough idea.

"Well, it's always harder to save people than killing people. If you want to compete with the powerful, I can teach you how to use the method now. If you want to remove the demonic thoughts of the world and give them a chance to choose, you are still too weak now."

"I have to reach the level of subduing the Sun Mang?"

Mr. Qin nodded, "This is a difficult situation. You must be prepared to die before you die."
Chapter completed!