Chapter 0438 Other People's Memories

Mu Xingqiu stood on a small deserted peak and shot a five-element golden spell into the sky, which was enough to attract the attention of nearby Taoist priests.

But the six Taoist priests did not show up. Looking around, there were semi-barren mountains all around, with large areas of gray-brown rocks attacking the weak bushes. Mu Xingqiu had no impression of this place. He only knew that his current location was probably a few hundred miles northwest of Laozu Peak's hometown and had always been very barren.

Qi Wushang did not give the spirit demon the best land.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the place where the spirit demons gathered. The unclean aura affected the effect of his third eye, and he could not even see the mountain peaks in the distance. Two hours ago, he accepted the dragon demon's advice and left obediently without any conflict with the spirit demon. Yang Qingyin seemed to be in no danger. The dragon demon seemed to know how to deal with the spirit demon. Mu Xingqiu also felt that there was no need to fight. .

He hoped to find six other Taoist priests first. He had cast pure Five Elements Gold spells into the sky five times, but received no response.

Mu Xingqiu simply sat on a rock on the top of the mountain and thought about the current situation: Ever since he entered Xijie Kingdom, strange things had happened. First, a Xingluo Taoist priest from Yashan died in his own hands, and then Yao Yunshi, four The sudden appearance of Mr. Xinyishi, the Dragon Demon, Yang Qingyin's inexplicable amnesia, the magic of demon transformation and the Amber Taoist Priest, none of them were what he expected.

It has been six years since the Ancestor Peak was destroyed. Does Dao Tong still know nothing about the demon clan? Do the high-level Taoist priests really not take the demon clan seriously, or do they know the danger and not say anything about it?

Mu Xingqiu stood up. He had exited Pang Mountain and could only use his own strength to split the heavy fog in front of him. He summoned the Frost Soul Sword and observed the twig-shaped patterns on the sword. There was no change. The darkened patterns were still the same as before. With the help of Fangfang's soul, he changed from being extravagant to being prudent, and the consumption of the power in the sword was greatly reduced. .

He silently used the soul-summoning technique. Since he couldn't find a living person, he would try to find a dead person.

The Frost Soul Sword immediately cooperated. Now it was not just a magical weapon, but more like a tacit partner. What Mu Xingqiu had to do was not to order or urge it to do things, but to tell it his thoughts and wishes. .

Like other Dengzhuke spells that Mu Xingqiu half-learned and half-understood, his soul-summoning technique was once very domineering. The dark wind could spread hundreds of miles away and collect all the souls into the sword. Now this power has become It is extremely soft, with no biting chill or whirling wind. It is like a spring breeze that merges with the hot wind of late summer and spreads far away with the help of natural power. Although the speed is much slower, the resistance it encounters is not. Very rarely. perform

There were quite a few souls in the Spirit Demon Territory. Four to five hundred dead souls that had been dead for more than seven days but less than forty-nine days gathered fifty miles to the southwest, indicating that a bloody battle had taken place there.

There are still dozens of dead souls a little further north, and the battle there is much smaller.

Mu Xingqiu studied a large number of dead souls and let go of half-lived souls within seven days. This was the rule of Dengzhuke, and he abided by it, but capturing souls was not his purpose. He was looking for scattered souls of living people.

The living souls of animals are vague, and the living souls of ordinary humans and monsters are unaware of the soul-summoning technique. Only Taoist priests and big demons can immediately detect the most obscure signs of magic. Taoist priests may also cast restrictions to prevent the spell. of entry. Through various reactions, Mu Xingqiu felt that he could find the whereabouts of the Taoist priests.

Nearly an hour later, the Frost Soul Sword studied all the dead souls within dozens of miles around, and finally encountered a few unique living souls in the northwest. The power of resistance was born, but this power was not strong and there was no restriction to block it.

Mu Xingqiu lifted his sword into the air and flew to the northwest.

In a short and dark cave, there was only one Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the cave, holding Ruyi in his hand, staring at the target flying from a distance vigilantly.

"You are not a Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain, who are you?" The Taoist priest guarding the entrance of the cave was tall and burly, and the Ruyi in his hand was small and delicate. He felt the soul-summoning technique, but it was inconsistent with the Dengzhuke magic he knew. He became even more confused when he saw that the person who came was a male Taoist priest without a hairpin on his head.

"My name is Mu Xingqiu, and I used to be a Taoist priest from Pangshan." Mu Xingqiu landed, put away the Frost Soul Sword, took out a few magical weapons, and cast the triple restraint. He could see that this Taoist priest was at the end of his strength and there was no more Power cast, standing there was just bluffing.

The burly Taoist priest let out a long breath, even unable to put away Ruyi, and lowered his arms, "So it's you.

"Fellow Taoist, do you recognize me?"

"I have heard of your name, Mu Xingqiu, a disciple of Nian Xin Ke. You quit Pangshan in the imperial capital more than a month ago, and you also encouraged other low-level Taoist priests to quit the Taoism and join some kind of demon-slaying association. How about it? The demon-slaying association was established. How many people are you here?”

"When I left the Imperial Capital, the Demon Slayer Guild was still in its infancy. Six of us set out together, and now I'm the only one."

Mu Xingqiu tried to speak as briefly as possible, but the burly Taoist priest thought that everyone else had been killed and sighed, "Taoist priest Xingluo can't escape this disaster, let alone a group of low-level Taoist priests? Alas, we should have wiped out all the monsters six years ago... Have you ever taken the demon pill?"

"No. Where are the others?"

The burly Taoist priest stepped aside and said, "You came just in time."

Two Taoist priests were lying in the dark cave, no longer breathing, and three others were sitting with their eyes closed, as if they were thinking, but their brows were furrowed and the eyes behind their eyelids were moving constantly.

"We can't hold on for much longer." The burly Taoist priest was the best among the six people. He took out a white bead. "Here are all the memories of the six of us after we were forced to swallow the demon pill. Please take it to - I hope it's the Taoist priest from Zhaoshan, but it's up to you, as long as it's a high-level Taoist priest."

Mu Xingqiu took the bead. "What happened to the Taoist priest Yang Qingyin from Pangshan?" Two Taoist priests were dead, and the remaining four Taoist priests were exhausted and could not be saved. The only person who needed Mu Xingqiu's concern was another person, the one who had forgotten him.

The burly Taoist priest returned to the cave entrance and spit out his inner pills, a total of six. The two Taoist priests had been dead for two or three days. "Please give them to the high-level Taoist priests one by one. I hope they will not fall into the hands of the demon clan in the end." He stared at Mu Xingqiu, still doubting the strength of this young Taoist priest.

"I will try my best." Mu Xingqiu could not make a clearer promise.

The burly Taoist priest was very satisfied. He placed the six inner pills in Mu Xingqiu's palm, entered the cave again, sat on the ground, pushed the Ruyi in his hand and the six cloth bags in front, closed his eyes, and entered into a dead silence.

Mu Xingqiu didn't even have time to ask his name. He could only judge from his clothes that he was a Taoist priest who summoned the mountain.

Mu Xingqiu put away the magic tools and small cloth bags on the ground, stood silently outside the cave for a while, raised his right arm and released a ball of lightning. The corpse was instantly scorched, and the cave collapsed, burying the corpse.

He found a clean place to sit down and looked at the Concentrated Mind Orb in his palm. The burly Taoist priest who summoned the mountain did not issue a ban. Mu Xingqiu felt that he could check the memory in it, because it involved why Yang Qingyin was not harmed by the demon pill and why she forgot herself completely.

He cast a few more layers of prohibitions, and then cast the illusion of emptiness, intending to use this method to enter the Concentrated Mind Orb.

The defensive power of the orb is very strong, but it is far inferior to the power of the Taoist's three fields. Mu Xingqiu gradually strengthened his magic power and finally broke through the defense with the sixth level of illusion. There must be a simpler and more labor-saving way to retrieve the memory, but he didn't learn it.

The memories of the six Taoists are arranged neatly, like a few thin books placed on a plain table. When they are opened, vivid images and scenes pop out. In the memory, the six people called each other "a certain Taoist friend". In the end, Mu Xingqiu only knew their surnames, but not their names.

Their memories are exactly the same. Seventeen days ago, they stood on the edge of the battlefield, with the bodies of demon soldiers lying in front of them. This is where Mu Xingqiu just detained a large number of dead souls. The six Taoists fought a hard battle, but the more demon soldiers died, the thicker the demon blood, and the more handy the sorcerers in the air were when performing magic. The demon cloud did not appear. The demon clan was obviously using this opportunity to try other magic.

The demon blood rose rapidly like the rising tide. The Taoists were suppressed and unable to fly. Soon, the demon blood below the chest was submerged. When the blood solidified, they were completely trapped.

A magician came down in front of the six people on a snake-headed giant bird and said a lot of words. The Taoists were lucky. The giant demon king did not want to kill them all, but the Taoists had to swallow the demon pills to see if the Taoist heart could resist the truly powerful magic.

The Taoists had no choice. Under the compulsion of the magic, they opened their mouths and swallowed seven to ten demon pills.

The demon pills were very small, about the size of soybeans, but half brown and half green, revealing a full sense of weirdness.

The demon blood and magician retreated. The Taoists regained their ability to move after a few hours. Then they began to have various reactions. The only thing in common was that they could not fly.

The next step was a walking experience. In the middle, they encountered several spirit demons. Both sides were wary of each other and soon separated. When the Taoists realized that they might not be saved, they began to verbally express their feelings at regular intervals and store their memories in the Concentration Orb.

The pure inner elixir and the Taoist heart were incompatible with the Demon-Transforming Pill. The Taoists suffered a series of painful tortures, and each person's performance was different. Mu Xingqiu skipped this long memory and looked for Yang Qingyin.

Eight days ago, Yang Qingyin met six Taoists. At that time, she had just been forced to take the Demon-Transforming Pill, but her reaction was very intense. She was crying bitterly. This was a helpless cry that was completely defeated by some emotion. She knew that tears were useless and ridiculous, but she couldn't help it.

Gradually, she finally stopped crying, her expression was low, and she murmured to herself: "The demon tribe does not need to be ruthless, the demon tribe does not need to be ruthless..."

The burly Taoist priest had been observing Yang Qingyin, and walked over to her and said: "The demon pill caused your emotional calamity to occur early, you must get through it."

"What can I do? I can't even operate my inner pill."

"I still have a little magic power, which can help you remove the related memories of the emotional calamity. This is by no means the best way. Taoist priests rarely use it, but it is the only viable option for you now."

Yang Qingyin forced a smile, "I finally know what the real emotional calamity is. I know that I am trapped in it, but I don't want to get rid of it at all. If I can't live long after swallowing the demon pill, I would rather die in the emotional calamity. I want to feel the same pain as him, and let these pains become the only memory of my soul within forty-nine days after my death."

Yang Qingyin did forget him, but in the memories of the burly Taoist priest and the other five Taoist priests, there was no scene of casting a spell to remove the emotional calamity for Yang Qingyin.