Chapter 0648 Poor Memory

Bing Kui doesn't even have the ability to adapt to circumstances. How can he have emotions, thoughts, and memories for the mind illusion to capture? If it weren't for Zuo Liuying's words, or if the current situation wasn't too critical, Mu Xingqiu would probably never consider this issue, let alone try it.

The power of one thought can move the hearts of all enemies.

Mu Xingqiu had heard these eight words a long time ago, but he never took them seriously. If it were 10,000 humans, the mind illusion might be able to push everyone's existing emotions, making the sad ones sadder, the angry ones angrier, and the happy ones happier, but that's all. Illusions can't create an emotion out of nothing, can't directly command 10,000 people to do this or that, and can't destroy them in a single thought.

For Mu Xingqiu, the illusion is a means of assistance, and it is a sinister means that is not fair enough. He tries not to use it as much as possible. He prefers to directly use the practical illusion and defeat the enemy with lightning.

But this time, lightning could not defeat tens of thousands of ice monsters. Mu Xingqiu saw that this batch of ice monsters not only changed in appearance, but also had stronger resistance to magic. Even Yang Qingyin's Taiyin Fire would take a while to melt the ice monsters that walked into them. The magic of other monsters could only slightly slow down their pace.

The illusion of Wuxu swept over the Taoist priests, and Mu Xingqiu felt a helpless feeling of resignation. After all, Taoist priests were Taoist priests. They used to have a state of mind like a lake, and they also had ups and downs because of accepting the method of re-annihilation. Now they have discarded both of them. They can neither face death calmly nor just want to die in battle or wait for death like the monsters. They try to let nature take its course: Yang Qingyin needs the blood of the Taoist priests, they provide it, and refuse to faint, enduring clear pain; if someone orders them to rush to the ice monsters, they will also risk their lives, but they will not have hope for victory.

The illusion continued to expand, picking up a brave feeling mixed with fear from a group of beast monsters. In fact, they were also afraid of Bingkui, and they were no less afraid than other monsters, but their means of dealing with it were different. Like those upright trees, they would rather break than bend. They used roars and fights to fight fear, and even reached the point of actively committing suicide.

The illusion advanced rapidly, touching more and more complex emotions. The monsters who were fighting were not necessarily the bravest, and the monsters who were sitting there waiting to die were not necessarily all cowardly. There were also disappointment, confusion, calmness and other emotions. Those calm monsters just felt that fighting was meaningless, so they would rather sit there and think about other things. They opened their eyes, but did not look at the killing happening around them, nor did they listen to the screams that came into their ears.

"Mu Xingqiu, help me quickly, I can't stand it anymore! We have to rush out immediately. Why didn't Zuo Liuying come?" Yang Qingyin concentrated on performing the Taiyin Fire and did not notice the invisible illusion passing by. She thought Mu Xingqiu was watching the enemy.

"Wait a little longer, maybe we don't have to run away." Mu Xingqiu replied loudly, and his illusion finally reached Bingkui.

"Wait a little longer, everyone's blood will be used up... I can only hold on for a quarter of an hour at most!" Yang Qingyin carefully controlled the spell. She couldn't let any Taoist die in her hands. If she was desperate, she would end the Taiyin Fire and let all Taoists make their own choices.

Mu Xingqiu didn't answer. He was raising the illusion to the limit to capture Bingkui's emotions and thoughts.

This was a group of monsters created by magic. The only life they had was the small seed at the heart position, but they also had emotions, which were like smoke and fog, ethereal and even more difficult to capture than the illusion itself.

Mu Xingqiu failed to capture these emotions, because it was more difficult than trying to catch water with a bamboo basket or scooping up the wind with his hands. No matter how careful and hard he tried, Bingkui's emotions always passed by the illusion.

Emotions are the outermost layer of the "heart". Only by grasping it can the illusion follow the clues to find Bingkui's thoughts and memories, and thus discover the location of the main brain.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength, his inner elixir rotated frantically, and his magic power flowed to his flesh and blood like a spring. He focused all his attention on the illusion, but it was still a little short. He was like an old woman with blurred eyes, struggling to thread a needle, and the slightest difference brought failure again and again.

The water in the sword-washing pool in Mu Xingqiu's hand changed at this time.

It did not become a magic sword to help, but turned into a whip, a light-colored long whip like a stream of water.

Mu Xingqiu swung the whip, and the long whip of water flow instantly rushed to a height of more than a hundred feet, then burst, and water droplets splashed everywhere. Each drop of water burst again after flying a distance, producing more water droplets, and so on and so forth, soon covering a range within a few miles.

Each drop of water blesses the illusion.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that it was not that the attack range of the mind illusion was too small, but that he cast the spell improperly.

The mind illusion department is one of the eighteen departments of the Taoist tradition, with the mind illusion as the main focus, and also has many auxiliary spells. Mu Xingqiu has almost never learned it. He has always practiced illusion and some low-level boxing and whip techniques. The advantage is that the illusion improves very quickly, but the disadvantage is that it is not systematic and cannot exert the power that the illusion should have.

It's like two warriors, with equal strength, speed, reaction, etc., but one is unarmed and the other is fully armed and has a mount to ride, so the strength will be very different.

Mu Xingqiu's mind illusion is almost equal to unarmed.

The sword washing pool is worthy of being one of the nine great treasures of the Taoist tradition. It can not only change its form at will, but also make up for the biggest shortcoming of the caster. Mu Xingqiu's illusion finally got some weapons.

He caught the Bingkui's emotions and could even describe them accurately. It was a feeling of confusion and fear when walking on the night road. Knowing that there might be a deep ditch, a cliff or a dead end ahead, he dared not stop because there seemed to be something more terrible chasing him, getting closer and closer...

Mu Xingqiu had never found such uniform emotions in a group. The confusion and fear of each Bingkui were the same, no more, no less.

The illusion continued to advance. Bingkui's emotions were not worth provoking. What Mu Xingqiu wanted to find was memory. Destroying the memory would destroy the powerful enemies around him - he believed more and more in Zuo Liuying's judgment.

The whip of water flow was raised again. The first batch of water drops had not completely dissipated, and the second batch came again. The new and old water drops stirred each other, producing more and more extensive water drops. Each drop was crystal clear, like scattered diamonds, like falling stars, as if endless fireworks flickered in the snowflakes.

Many demons who were sitting on the ground waiting to die raised their heads, looked at the wonders in the sky, marveled, stood up one after another, and slowly felt an indescribable excitement. Some demons took out the three-headed statues and murmured prayers, while others raised their arms and tried to grab a drop of water from the air.

The fighting demons raised their heads and instantly felt that their hearts were hit by something. They didn't want to be killed by Bingkui. Their desire to survive surpassed everything, but they didn't want to fight or run away anymore, and they didn't even avoid the fatal blow approaching them.

The Taoists also raised their heads and saw the wonderful scene. They realized that it contained extremely powerful spells, which were reassuring and intoxicating. The demons stared at the water drops in the sky, but the Taoists only stared at one drop. Everyone's eyes were staring at a drop of water, and the different scenes they saw were all their most missed memories.

The weapon in Bingkui's hand was still falling, but the movement was slightly stiff.

In Xiaohao's eyes, water droplets were just water droplets. "The snow hasn't stopped falling yet, and it's raining again. What kind of weather is this? Mu Xingqiu, are you going to turn everyone into popsicles?" But she also reached out her hand to catch a drop of water to take a closer look.

Yang Qingyin's Taiyin Fire disappeared. She could no longer absorb blood from other Taoists. After a moment of silence, she became confused like Xiaohao. She looked at Mu Xingqiu in the air and was about to urge him, but she swallowed the words back at the tip of her tongue, and she felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

Other eyes saw water droplets, but she saw a young man wearing demon leather armor waving a water whip. He was the creator of wonders and the source of dreams... She hated the illusion that aroused the deepest emotions in her heart. She doubted the authenticity of this emotion, but she was happy with it. She even wanted to hold it tightly in her arms, touch it, kiss it, tear it apart, and then restore it to its original state bit by bit.

This is not a series of scenes. Everything happened in a very short time. The same illusion evokes different emotions in different hearts. Mu Xingqiu is the only one who is not affected. He sees nothing and hears nothing. He just keeps whipping and whipping. Through repeated actions, he expands the coverage of the illusion and firmly grasps the illusory and uniform emotions of many Bingkui.

Finally, he saw Bingkui's memory, a pitiful memory, most of which is endless darkness, with only a clear image and a clear sentence - the Taoist priest Wangshan who Mu Xingqiu had seen in Tuo Tao's mind issued a brief and ruthless order: Go forward, kill.

Such a memory is smaller than the seeds of the nebula tree. Can destroying them destroy Bingkui? Even though Mu Xingqiu has come this far, he still finds it unbelievable.

Suddenly, he found a force similar to the illusion but in the opposite direction, and the hidden Taoist priest Wangshan finally launched a counterattack.

Mu Xingqiu no longer hesitated. The whip of flowing water in his hand issued an order to destroy all memories and passed it to every drop of water.

In an instant, those short and tiny memories collapsed: Taoist Wangshan and his words were swallowed by darkness, leaving not even a phantom or a note.

All the movements of the Ice Kings stopped, and the ice swords, spears, and halberds were only a fraction of a second away from the target. Some had even hit living bodies, but lost their fatal power in an instant. The Ice Kings stopped. They came from the darkness and returned to the darkness, where they did not need to maintain a strange form, nor did they need to feel confused and frightened, because they were the darkness itself.

A rare frost fog filled the entire Battle Demon Mountain.

The crystal water droplets disappeared, but Mu Xingqiu did not retract the illusion. He had already come into contact with the demon illusion sent by the Ice King's head, and the battle continued.