Mr. Qin once quietly used the art of reincarnation on Mu Xingqiu's soul, but that was only part of the magic, and the purpose was to find the awakened demon soul. Even this magic was transferred by Fangfang to the Frost Soul Sword and disappeared in an explosion.

Mu Xingqiu knew very little about the art of reincarnation. The only thing he could learn from was the seven chapters of the Demon Lord’s Dharma and the skills of mutual generation and restraint taught by Mr. Qin. He spent some time observing the art of reincarnation performed by the Patriarch’s Tower, and finally found two or three possible loopholes.

There were less than twenty souls left of more than a hundred Taoist priests in Rimang. Mu Xingqiu had no time to make a more detailed analysis and had to act immediately.

He used the magic spell to capture the soul of an ordinary Taoist priest at will, and removed most of the memories inside, but deepened his impression of the way of thinking and use of things. The soul turned into a glowing bead and flew to the front of the golden human form. Mu Xingqiu then gently plucked the spell of the ancestor tower and pushed the bead to the sun.

The body that had lost its soul fell softly and slowly landed onto the ground.

Mu Xingqiu didn’t know whether the “schooling” was successful, nor did he know whether ordinary souls could enter the cycle of reincarnation, or whether they could have a root of Tao after reincarnation, and gradually awaken the memories in his mind.

He knew nothing, everything was a forced choice.

Mu Xingqiu speeds up, attracts more souls, removes all the memories and turns them into beads, and then sends them into reincarnation from the Patriarch Tower.

Removing memory is a necessary step. Only in this way can the soul be simple and pure and lightly put into battle. The most important thing is that newborn babies will not be crushed by too many memories. Uncultivated humans and demons have limited ability to withstand it, especially in infants. A slightly more complicated memory can drive them crazy and even lose their lives.

When attracting Shen Hao's soul, Mu Xingqiu hesitated for a while, and injected a little more memory of cultivation. Shen Hao had reached the realm of intoxicating the gods, and perhaps his tolerance would be stronger.

The bodies of hundreds of Taoist priests slowly fell to the ground and would never wake up.

The last one is Gan Zhiwei's turn, "I only have the memory of the way of things. Don't delete it, you have to do it all. Anyway, it's a risk, either success or failure, and don't be in the middle: I'm reincarnated and finally found my memory, but it's incomplete, and I don't know where to find you at that time."

Others have never learned the way of using things. Mu Xingqiu gave them only their impression of these four words. If they have the opportunity in the future, they may be very interested in practicing this path, and have been willing to practice the complete method, and have full confidence. Perhaps they can leave more specific memories.

"Okay, then take a risk." Mu Xingqiu still simplifies the way of using things as much as possible, and prepares to inject it into the beads formed by Gan Zhiwei's soul.

"I don't know if my brother has a relationship. If I happen to be my son... Mu Xingqiu, you should never tell him the truth." Gan Zhiwei breathed. It would be uncomfortable to try to enter the state of thought and accept the soul-suming conjuring.

The Patriarch Tower is still sending golden human figures into the cycle of reincarnation one by one, and only ten are left at this time. Mu Xingqiu suddenly had a whim and injected the way of objects into the souls of the remaining people. Each person has a paragraph, and the content is not much. Any means that can transmit the way of objects is worth a try.

The Jin man was sent away, and there was no way to see anything wrong.

When only three golden men were left, Gan Zhiwei finally achieved no thoughts and thoughts. Mu Xingqiu recruited his soul and sent it to the front of the golden men's queue.

An accident happened.

After all, the Patriarch Tower is not a living Taoist priest, and cannot use too complex magic. The Taoist samsara technique is not complete enough after all. The requirements for souls are relatively strict. Gan Zhiwei carries too many memories, and others only have one impression or a small amount of text and images, but he has 50% or 60% of the Tao methods of use. The Patriarch Tower noticed this and cut off more than half of the memories without hesitation, and then sent the beads into the Reincarnation.

Mu Xingqiu had no time to interfere.

Gan Zhiwei was sent away like this. No one knows how these incomplete memories will affect him.

There were no living people around him, and Mu Xingqiu's mood fluctuated: Even if the cycle of reincarnation is successful, is this a continuation of life? He couldn't help but suspect that he had "killed" hundreds of innocent Taoists before pulling out the demon cave.

This is like a chess game. One side can think of the situation after hundreds of steps, but the other side can only deal with moves and at most it can make plans of more than ten steps. Mu Xingqiu is the weaker side, and his opponent is an old guy who has been planning to make plans more than 100,000 years ago.

"Fuck it." Mu Xingqiu no longer had to show his calmness, fearlessness, thoughtfulness and other qualities to anyone. He just wanted to curse and do whatever he should do.

The third-last Jin man disappeared, Shouque's Dharma body lost his human form, and turned into a ball with a diameter of nearly meter, where Mu Xing hid inside.

The second-to-last golden man disappeared, and there was an egg-sized white bead inside the ball, with small black dots on the surface. This was Shouque's soul. He was restricted by spells and was in a coma. Mu Xingqiu cast his spell and sent his soul into it, obtaining a powerful protective cover.

The last golden man disappeared, and the ancestor tower continued to use the magic to destroy the demon-drawing cave. The rising sun in the sky finally jumped out of the horizon. The sunlight instantly became fierce. The earth only persisted for a short while. Everything seemed to be burning in fire for a day and a night, and began to turn into ashes. The flesh on the ground was first destroyed, followed by flowers, plants, trees, and finally the earth, stone and houses...

The balls above the imperial capital were burning but never ruptured.

Mu Xingqiu had nothing to do, so he could only wait silently. If the outermost Dharma body shield broke, it would be difficult for his body to be kept. All that was left was the soul. Shogun was formed by the condensation of many residual souls. As long as it was not an attack like illusion, she should be able to block for a while until the magic hole completely merged with the real world and eventually disappeared completely.

The process of destruction is very fast. The rising sun has not yet risen, and the whole world has become empty, and everything has disappeared completely, not even the ashes are left. Only the light is becoming more and more dazzling, filled with light from all directions.

Bang!

it's over.

Mu Xingqiu didn't know whether his body was still there. His soul began to be attacked. Shouque's soul protected the periphery, but the remaining souls gathered together were cracked. Small spells came in through the gap and attacked the soul hiding inside.

Many years ago, Mu Xingqiu had experienced a similar battle. At that time, he was the attacker, and the demon Shijun, the demon of the souls, was defeated by Zuo Liuying, and was unable to resist. He could only hand over most of the memories of the soul, leaving the crow's soul deepest.

Times have changed, and it is Mu Xingqiu's turn to defend. After a period of soul refining, he can cast some simple spells in a pure soul state, which is a little stronger than Yi Shijun, who had no power to resist at that time. Even so, in the face of a powerful attack, he had to follow Yi Shijun's strategy: sacrifice unimportant memories to protect the most core memories.

He does not have as many souls as Yi Shijun, nor does he have a lifespan of thousands of years, but he has a lot of memories. First, the memories of others he has seized, which are in front of the front, followed by a large number of martial arts, which only retain the way of use of objects and the illusion of mind after extreme simplification. Then there are his personal memories, which are not many, but are very precious. Now he can only hand over, leaving only the most important part.

These memories combined only lasted seven more blinks.

This is also the duration of destruction of the Demon-Pulling Cave.

The Demon-Pak Cave, one of the nine treasures of the Taoist dynasty, was destroyed. The impact on the real world was a breeze, but not many people took it seriously.

In the Taoist throne tower, Zuo Liuying knew that this was an unusual thing. There could be no natural wind blowing through his room. Only spells, and extremely powerful spells, could cause this little impact.

But he didn't know where this wind came from and what it meant. He could only ask about his nature, and felt a little slight dizzy in his heart. Good fortune and misfortune were unpredictable. He thought that an unknown thing was happening, so he used the Taoist tower to use great magical powers to promote the magic layer by layer, ten miles, thirty miles, fifty miles... until within three hundred miles, searching for all suspicious signs.

He found it, not only one, but dozens, almost all related to babies, some of which were not even born yet.

Zuo Liuying still didn't understand what was going on, but he made a decision.

Twenty-seven Taoist priests received the order from Zuo Liuying to end their thoughts and go to various places. In the next few months, they will mark many unique babies and directly recruit some of them into the Taoist sect.

There was another creature who was suspicious of the breeze.

It's not Shi Hanyuan, he is the third Taoist priest in the world today. He is besieging Yelin Town. He is troubled by an accident and does not notice any abnormality in the breeze passing by.

It's not Yi Shijun. He thought he was the most powerful demon clan in the world, and his attention was on the fragment of the Frost Soul Sword.

The Virgin of Wanzi stood alone in the courtyard. After a normal summer hot wind, she keenly noticed a cool breeze blowing, "This is a spell." She said to herself, using the magic to chase the breeze until it completely disappeared, "Kun Chao can't even use the strange spell."

Xiao Qingtao happened to walk in from outside, holding a talisman letter in her hand. She had just received the news that Queen Xun sent her with the talisman: Shen Geng's soul was divided into several parts, two of which were likely to be placed on the Three Soul Monsters and Shi Hanyuan.

The source of the news is Zeng Fu.

This news is very important and can explain some things, so Xiao Qingtao informed Yang Qingyin.

The Virgin of Wanzi was born with a strange intuition. She regarded this encounter as a certain premonition, so she smiled meaningfully to Xiao Qingtao.

Xiao Qingtao was not sure, so she didn't notice that a cooler breeze had just passed. Out of politeness, she smiled, but was not going to say hello.

"How long has it been?" The Virgin of Wanzi didn't plan to let her go.

"What?" Xiao Qingtao had no choice but to stop.

"The fetus in your belly."

Xiao Qingtao was surprised, and then thought that the Virgin Wanzi must be much more sensitive to such things than ordinary people, "One month."

The Virgin of Wanzi nodded, "This will be a real war."

Xiao Qingtao didn't know how to answer, so she simply didn't say anything and stepped forward to Yang Qingyin's room.

(This volume ends) (To be continued.)
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