The last time Mu Xingqiu used teleportation technique in front of Kun Dun, he felt a heavy obstacle ahead, as if even time had stopped. Now the same feeling arises again. He activates three inner pills to stimulate all his strength, trying to break through the constraints again, but this time he changed from escape to attack.

It’s like walking in a muddy swamp, every step is extremely difficult, but Mu Xingqiu is familiar with the situation and knows that he can step on solid land with just a few key steps.

He succeeded, his figure disappeared over the city wall, and there was no obstacle ahead. His thoughts were concentrated in the Taoist tower. In the next moment, he would appear in the tower, only one gate from Kun Dun.

But his adventure failed. He had used teleportation techniques many times in critical situations, and finally fulfilled the Taoist warning: Don't teleport easily when the spell environment is too complicated, and you will never know what you will bump into the next moment.

Mu Xingqiu bumped into a giant hand, just like most of Kun Dun's spells. This hand was invisible and colorless, stretching in the air about ten feet away from the Taoist Tower, and grabbed the attacker.

After performing teleportation, he must adjust his breath several times. The time is very short. If a normal person breathes once, Mu Xingqiu's magic power can run in the meridians for at least ten weeks. However, this pause is fatal to the fighting. The vines in his hand are too late to react, and the time is fleeting. Even if the magic seed is split into 100,000, he cannot dismantle Kun Dun's giant hand.

The spells blooming over the imperial capital withered one by one, like an absurd dream: the colors are so gorgeous and the sound is so harsh that once the dreamer wakes up, he cannot remember any details.

There is only one benefit, and the panic in the dream subsided. Nearly one million humans inside and outside the imperial capital came out of the simple hiding place, looked up, and the practitioners forced to land on the ground quickly rose to the sky, re-dividing the difference between the strong and the weak.

"The incense is burned."

This is the first thing all eyes noticed. The last wisp of blue smoke and ashes were quickly disappearing in the sky, which means the battle is over. Compared with the previous illusion battle that lasted for three days and three nights, today's battle is as fast as a blink of an eye.

But that dreamlike fighting scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. No one could remember the details, but countless wonderful sentences emerged from everyone's heart to describe their feelings and the entire fighting process. They were ready to talk a lot.

There is only one thing left. People need to know the result of the battle. Only this matter does not need to be controversial and cannot be refuted. It must be clear and clear. Losing is losing. Winning is winning.

No one could see the giant magic hand issued by Kun Dun. He could only see Mu Xingqiu, who was ten feet away from the Taoist Tower. He floated there, holding the vines in his hand, and his body remained motionless, as if he had suddenly lost the interest in fighting.

The imperial capital was quiet, and people looked at the Taotong Tower and Mu Xingqiu from all angles and made various judgments in their hearts.

With a bang, a monster old man in purple appeared in the air, a hundred steps away from the Tao Tong Tower and Mu Xingqiu. No one is more suitable to announce the result of the battle than Yi Shijun.

"Mu Xingqiu. You lost, and you were defeated. Even with the help of the demon seed, you are not the opponent of the ancestor." Yi Shijun, who had just declared war on Kun Dun a few days ago, showed a bit of pleasing at this moment, because he was too close to the Taoist Tower, so close that his heart trembled, "Give me the Demon Soul Bead, I lent it to you, remember? We agreed..."

The cheers suddenly rang out from all directions like a storm. The battle was over and the ancestors won. Although this was expected by everyone, it meant the end of a crisis. The imperial capital will restore the glory of magic, and mortals can live in omnipresent joy, and practitioners can concentrate on practicing.

It was a cheer for the end of the nightmare.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to tell the Yishijun that the Demon Soul Pearl was still there with Mu Dong'er, and he also wanted to tell all humans that the dream was not lasting. Kun Dun generously shared magic with humans. It was to find the whereabouts of the Demon Soul. At most twelve years, or even earlier, when Kun Dun completely eliminated the Demon Soul and Demon Seed, he would reveal his true face.

But he no longer had the ability to speak. Everything about him, from his body to memory, was tightly held in his hand by Kun Dun. Yi Shijun was right. Mu Xingqiu was defeated, even worse than Zuo Liuying.

Moreover, these words are meaningless. Yi Shijun will sooner or later find Mu Dong'er. As for Kun Dun's true face, Mu Xingqiu can't provide any evidence worthy of mention.

A Taoist priest flew out directly from the seventh floor of the tower. Yi Shijun turned around and wanted to run, but flew out dozens of steps before stopping. He knew very well that if Kun Dun really took action, it would be useless even if he teleported hundreds of miles away.

"Zhao Chuye, the Grandmaster of Xingshan." Some casual cultivators recognized this Taoist priest.

"Master Zhao is also a great law enforcement officer in the Precepts Department. Mu Xingqiu is going to be sent to the Demon-Pulling Cave!"

The audience was a little excited. The Demon-Bao Cave was a place where Taoist priests were detained for serious crimes, and this sentence was rarely executed in front of outsiders.

Zhao Chuye had a long and square face, his beard drooped to his chest, and his expression was stern. The word "precept" seemed to be printed on his face.

"Mu Xingqiu, do you admit that you are possessed by the devil?" Zhao Chuye stopped more than ten steps away from Mu Xingqiu, slightly higher than him. His voice was not loud, but it was very far away, intending to let everyone hear it.

This is a judgment facing mortals.

Mu Xingqiu could speak, but he had nothing to say, so he just shook his head.

Yi Shijun has more than 300 souls. Whenever the main soul is hesitant, some souls will emerge to take over the dominance. At this moment, Yi Shijun is in such a state. He is afraid of Kun Dun and wants to escape 100,000 miles away. He is reluctant to leave because of the Demon Soul Pearl. However, this time the soul that emerges is a serious guy.

"Mu Xingqiu is not a Taoist priest, why should the Taoist priest be judged by the Taoist priest? And he is Xingshan Taoist priest, why is the Grandmaster Pangshan..." Yishi Junyue became more and more shocked, and his soul was suppressed back. He smiled awkwardly, "For the Taoist priest, it is just a very ordinary thing, but to me, it is the flesh of my heart..."

"Go and find Mu Dong'er." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Still there? No wonder you don't need to fight..." Yi Shijun smiled and flew backwards, "Master, I wonder if you have noticed that there are a group of strange residents in Yelin Town, Xijieguo. I just came out of Zhaburi a few days ago. Your thirty-three movements are invalid for them. Not only that, these residents can also affect others. Look, the small spell you placed in my Niwan Palace has been removed. No need to say. You can also guess that this must mean something. As for what it is... Haha, your guess and I may be the same, so please give me some time. Let me check it out clearly. This is not suitable for Taoist priests to do, and it is a bit dangerous. I was too excited before and said something out of place. The ancestor must not care. Oh..."

Yi Shijun seemed to have a whip gyro. He rolled and flew out, and the voice came from afar, "Thank you for your mercy, wait for me to find out the truth..."

The small accident that interfered with the trial ended. Zhao Chuye, the master of Xingshan and great law enforcement, continued: "Mu Xingqiu, is the vine in your hand transformed from a demon seed?"

"Yes." Mu Xingqiu said.

"You don't admit to being possessed by the devil, are you willing to undergo examinations in the precepts department?"

Mu Xingqiu looked at the ground and saw curiosity, confusion and resentment, the tragic battle of the mountain and the despicable demonic species attacking many practitioners, everyone still remembered it. It is impossible not to be full of resentment towards the vine and Mu Xingqiu holding it.

Mu Xingqiu had no corresponding resentment in his heart. This was a group of humans blinded by spells, and he had no chance to choose. Mu Xingqiu himself went from a mortal to the Moon-Super Realm step by step. If he hadn't been stronger, he would have been confused under the influence of spells.

This is still a battle, spread throughout the world, and Mu Xingqiu is temporarily at a disadvantage.

Only a very small number of eyes are unique.

Mu Xingqiu saw Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao. They were not far from him, floating in the air with a group of practitioners, their eyes exploring. They seemed to be asking Mu Xingqiu what his next plan was. They still thought Mu Xingqiu could survive and launched an unexpected counterattack at the last moment.

Mu Xingqiu really had no way out at this moment. Among the three plans he and Zuo Liuying had formulated. The first plan had the lowest chance of success. Mu Xingqiu was just unwilling to accept it and was unwilling to surrender.

Now, he is going to implement the second plan and strive to enter the Demon-Battle Cave.

The first half of this plan will definitely be successful. As for the result after entering, it can only be said to be a slim hope.

"I only accept the inspection of the ancestors of Taoism," said Mu Xingqiu.

Zhao Chuye did not say anything. After a moment, he retreated aside, and a ball of light slowly flew out from the eighth floor of the Taoist pyramid behind him.

The ancestor Kun Dun came out in person. His magic was so simple that it was silent, but he was never stingy to show his glory when he appeared.

On the ground and in the air, groups of humans, regardless of strength, lowered their heads, and their hearts were filled with respect for the ancestors. Even Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao were no exception. At this moment, they couldn't help but stand on the ancestors' side and gave up their plan to help Mu Xingqiu.

Zuo Liuying and Zeng Fu were walking halfway through the road, and at the same time stopped and looked into the sky.

This is the only meaningless look back in Zuo Liuying's life, because he knows what the result is and knows that the result cannot be changed.

The ancestor spoke, and his voice was majestic like thunder, solemn like gods, gentle like spring breeze, and open like ocean. It didn't matter what he said. Everyone was lost in this voice, moved to tears. He vaguely felt that there was a more perfect self jumping in his body and would soon jump out to replace his current self.

The Taoist priests also flew out of the tower and surrounded the ancestors in circles. Zhang Xiang'er, who was standing in it, forgot the conversation with Zeng Fu not long ago, and forgot the guardian she had been waiting for for many years.

In the entire Huangjing, only Mu Xingqiu saw another scene. Kun Dun was full of anger, and he heard another sound with his sword in one hand and the bell in the other.

"The demon soul transforms part of your soul, allowing you to be the first to discover his awakening. This is your amulet. Mu Xingqiu, you will get your wish and enter the Demon-Bao Cave to explore the so-called "One-centered use" and "No-mind use". I look forward to the chance to fight you again, but this is impossible. As a real punishment, you will endure the most severe torture in the Demon-Bao Cave until the only useful soul remains. Do you want to know my true thoughts? Then I will tell you: All beings are useless, and they are not qualified to enter the perfect state with me."

The vines in Mu Xingqiu's hand disappeared, and a large amount of green light emerged from the top of his head. The Taoist priests around took out bronze mirrors to illuminate them, confirming that this was really a demon species.

A copper gourd flew out from the ninth floor of the Taoist pyramid.

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