Chapter 0649 I Want to Be This Person

A beautiful dream never wakes up naturally, but is always awakened and startled. The beautiful scene still lingers in the mind, but what the eyes see is the dull reality. The huge contrast often makes people lose their souls, and then a strong hope emerges - they would rather sleep forever than wake up.

The water droplets in the sky disappeared, and the Taoist priests and the monsters felt such a sense of loss.

"Ice Kui... these ice Kui..." It took a long time for the Taoist priests and the monsters to react.

More than 10,000 ice Kui were dissipating, and their bodies turned into ice chips smaller than snowflakes. They did not fall to the ground, but rose silently into the air, like a mist, gradually turning into real snowflakes, and drifted back to the ground.

An unprecedented heavy snow, the snow in the entire demon land seemed to be concentrated on the Battle Demon Mountain, covering the sky and the earth. The strange thing was that every snowflake was shining with light, and the whole world was dark and bright. Gradually, the snow stopped, and the sky outside finally revealed its true appearance.

Another morning, but it was the first ray of real sunshine that Battle Demon Mountain had ushered in for thousands of years.

The sun shines obliquely on the Iron Kirin flea, reflecting a light several feet long, making it difficult for many eyes to look directly at it, but the figure standing on the Kirin's back is not covered by the light, but becomes clearer.

The Battle Demon Mountain is silent. After the monsters feel lost, they are not angry because the dream is interrupted, nor are they ecstatic because the powerful enemy has subsided. No one speaks. It is rare that the reality after opening their eyes is better than the dream. In a trance, the reality is illusory: Have the ten thousand ice monsters really been eliminated? Is the Battle Demon Mountain really safe?

"This is the mind illusion." A crisp voice said proudly, Xiao Hao pointed at Mu Xingqiu in the air, "I will be as powerful as him in the future."

Xin Youtao raised his hand and touched his forehead. The small wound left by Yang Qingyin when she sucked blood with Laojun's magic palm was still there. He couldn't believe that a life-and-death battle ended like this.

"Mu Xingqiu..."

"Shh... He is still casting. Xiao Qingtao stopped Xin Youtao in time.

The light on the flea gradually dissipated, and the water whip in Mu Xingqiu's hand became as clear as his own figure.

He was still casting the eighth level of illusion, but no water droplets splashed out. The water whip pointed obliquely to the sky, five or six feet long, and the end was fluctuating. It was fighting the enemy in the final battle.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly retracted the whip, and the water flow disappeared, turning into a drop of water, attached to the palm of his hand.

A figure appeared in the air two miles away. He did not fly over, but was forcibly dragged over. Coming from far to near, from virtual to real, even if it floats in the air, it seems to be staggering, like a lone goose shot by an arrow, flapping its wings vigorously, but still flying lower and lower.

The figure finally stabilized, only a few feet above the ground, and below was a group of surviving monsters. The monsters scattered, looking at the strange Taoist priest in horror, and they didn't understand how he appeared.

This is a Taoist priest from Wangshan, who looks about 40 years old. Like most Taoist priests, he is not handsome, but has a sense of elegance and majesty. It's just that a trace of blood on his mouth makes him look a little embarrassed.

"The power of a thought can make thousands of enemies move... Hey, hey." Taoist priest Wangshan sneered a few times, turning a blind eye to the monsters around him, and only staring at Mu Xingqiu, "Should I admire the illusion of the mind, or the water in the sword washing pool? "

The other side of the demon-invading Taoist priests looked at each other, and no one recognized this person. Mu Xingqiu closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. Xin Youtao found that he had no energy to speak, so he stepped forward to respond on his behalf: "Why, are you not convinced? I give you the water of the sword-washing pool. Can you destroy so many ice monsters at once?"

The Taoist priest Wangshan just sneered, and the arrogant expression on his face showed that he was not convinced.

"What's your name?" Mu Xingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. The sword-washing pool was the best magic weapon in the world, and the consumption of mana was also unusual. His inner elixir was almost out of control.

"Name? What's the point? Practitioners should not have names, and if they do, they should forget them.

Xin Youtao turned his head and whispered to Xiao Qingtao: "Promise me that if one day you become a high-level Taoist priest, you must speak normally, and never learn from this guy, and Zuo Liuying." When it came to the last few words, Xin Youtao's voice was even lower.

Xiao Qingtao smiled and shook her head. She didn't think she had a chance to become a high-level Taoist priest at all.

"Okay, Taoist Wuming, hand over the dragon demon and the golem, and I can let you go back to Wangshan."

"Why don't you use the mind illusion to take away my memory?" Taoist Wangshan landed on the ground, and the monsters around him retreated further, "Because you can't take it away. You can destroy the memory, but you can't take it away if you can't see it. We won't make the same mistake as Zhou Shouzuo again. Mu Xingqiu, from now on, you can no longer get any memory from the magic Taoist mind."

Taoist Wangshan has called himself a "magic Taoist". He obviously used some magic to tamper with his memory. Mu Xingqiu tried to take away his memory, but all he saw was a bunch of discontinuous fragments, and he couldn't piece together any recognizable scenes.

"You won, but this is just the beginning of the war." Taoist Wangshan had the distinctive characteristic of a demon-possessed person - fanatical self-confidence. Even if he was defeated and seriously injured, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was even more arrogant, as if he was a fighter who was ready to die bravely. "Foolish Taoists, you and my former self have been deceived. The Taoist practice path is fundamentally wrong. Practicing magic is the right way. When the demons return, the mistakes will be corrected and the whole world will be purified!"

"What you call purification means massacre." Yang Qingyin said. Bing Kui was eliminated, but there were still a large number of corpses left around.

Wangshan Taoist priest made a magic formula with his right hand and pointed to the sky, "The devil will be passed down forever. You will all perish and fall into darkness forever. Although I took the first step, I will be reborn in the future."

Mu Xingqiu guessed what the Taoist priest from Lookout Mountain was going to do and sent out a bolt of lightning in advance.

In full view of everyone, Wangshan Taoist Priest's body was filled with black gas, but his skin quickly shrank and collapsed like a rotten fruit. Poof, a ball of green light shot out from the Taoist Priest's head, just in time to hit the illusion lightning.

The lightning entangled the green light demon, and the demon was fighting in a trapped beast, struggling constantly.

Several demon-invading Taoist priests holding bronze mirrors pointed the mirrors at the demon species at the same time. After a moment, the green light exploded and disappeared completely.

Bingkui and their mastermind were completely defeated, but the whereabouts of the dragon demon and the golem were still unknown.

Mu Xingqiu left Flea's back and landed on the ground.

The surviving demon clan slowly gathered over, and in the sky, the Feather King and hundreds of flying demons circled back and forth.

Mu Xingqiu first nodded to the Taoist priests, walked a few steps to a nearby small dirt bag, and said loudly: "You have seen and heard that the demons have no intention of saving any kind of living beings. They only want to destroy, and then It’s time for you to make a choice to dominate this world.”

"What choice? Does the demon clan have a choice? It's just a matter of whose hands you die." Our Lady of Wanzi stood out among the demons. She didn't show fear when Bing Kui came to kill her, and she was able to resolve the crisis. She didn't seem particularly excited, and she was the only one who dared to ask Dao Zun questions at this time, and she still used a very casual tone.

"As long as you have a breath left, you have a choice." Mu Xingqiu suddenly thought of Jin Cuo. The young spirit demon would definitely speak more rationally and passionately than he did, but he also had a countermeasure. He didn't mention the future of the demon children or the ancient times. God's will, he just wanted to express the truest opinion in his heart, "There is no eternal life in the world, there is life and death, but all living people are working hard to live, and no one gives up these decades just because they will die of old age one day. , a lifespan of hundreds of years. Will the death brought by the demons be more timely than the death caused by old age? Didn’t we reject the death news brought by Bing Kui today? "

"It's you who refused, we just took advantage of it." Our Lady of Wanzi interrupted again, "I saw many demon tribes stretching their necks eagerly to welcome Bing Kuili. They must hate you very much now."

Many monsters blushed. They thought they would die before giving up resistance. They didn't expect Dao Zun to save them.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and said, "Just stretching your neck and not putting the knife on it shows that everyone still wants to live. I just want to ask, are you willing to fight to survive? Don't expect a savior. The demons are not, and neither am I. Look, many demons have fallen, and I can’t save them. I know that the demons are much stronger than Bing Kui and the demons, but if you don’t resist or fight, you will never know. Is there still a glimmer of hope for life? This is the choice I am talking about. For a slim hope, a hope smaller than the eye of a needle, stand up, take up arms, and say 'No, I refuse to accept' to all messengers who send news of death. '.

The demons were silent for a while, and then they roared like a mountain. They had never lived in bright and great hope. A little hope was worth their struggle, even if this hope was the darkest star in the sky. They Also willing to look up.

Mu Xingqiu's words may not be as beautiful as Jin Cuo's, but he himself is hope.

Lao Chong rushed out of the demon group and asked loudly: "We choose hope and fight, and then, what should we do? Go to Bingkui for a duel?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded to Lao Bang, turned to the Taoist priests around him, and looked at them one by one, "I once said that I would take everyone to find a safe place to hide and watch the war between the Taoism and the demons, but... I'm sorry, I I have to break my promise. There may be a safe place in this world, but it is not where I want to go. Monsters and humans must unite, and all races that can fight must join this war and work hard for their own survival. Someone has to stand up and do this, tell everyone the truth, tell them that they must fight, there is still hope, and the longer they wait, the more innocent lives will die, and the power of this world will weaken. "

Mu Xingqiu paused for a while, wondering whether he was worthy of saying this and whether this was his truest feeling. Then he said:

“I want to be this person.”