Chapter 0879 The Heart of the Demon

The demon species has transformed some humans and monsters in this world so that they can find useful information at any time and come and go freely. The demon species does not care about the situation of all living beings and just wants to find the demon soul as soon as possible in this way.

The impact of being possessed is different on each person. Unless a magic weapon is used, or the person is deeply possessed and has become a little crazy, it is difficult for even a Taoist priest to recognize the corresponding signs. The art of identifying demons is the strength of the Taoist Discipline Department. Mu Xingqiu is not good at it, and there is no need to identify them one by one. The ordinary people in Duanliu City have not been invaded by demons, but the monks in the sky have not been spared.

Wen Huifeng, the golden elixir monk of the Hong Xiu Society, flew alone and stopped over the lake shore. He said from a distance: "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I didn't recognize the famous catechumen Mu Xingqiu. The leader of the Hong Xiu Society respectfully invites the catechumens to come to the city to gather together." ”

Mu Xingqiu nodded in agreement, and when Wen Huifeng turned around and flew away, he said, "I can't tell whether these people are invaded by demons or possessed by demons."

The invasion is caused by the demon species, while the demonic invasion is caused by one's own mistakes. Mu Xingqiu has seen both types of people, but now he can't understand the difference.

"The demonic invasion will leave a very weak trace of demonic seeds in the target's body, and their mind and physique will undergo corresponding changes. In Zhibo State, Dao Fire can remove the psychological influence and only retain the strengthened physique. Being possessed by the devil is purely a matter of Changes in the mind, if the person possessed is a powerful Taoist priest, the change in the mind will gradually lead to a change in the body. If it is an ordinary person, the change in the body will be very slow, and may not show up until death. "

In Mr. Qin's eyes, monks are not much better than ordinary people. He thought for a while and said, "If my guess is right, these monks are all demon invaders, but they are special. There is no demon seed left in their bodies. They are just using them to find my whereabouts and don’t want to spread their power. Therefore, it is not wrong to say that they are possessed by demons, but they are not possessed by the demons themselves, but are possessed by the demon species.”

"What exactly is being possessed by a demon? Why can a possessed person make demons like a fish in water?" Mu Xingqiu was confused. He had come into contact with several Taoist priests who were possessed by demons, but he never understood where the boundary between normal and possessed was. "Does becoming extreme mean being possessed by a demon? ? This Wen Huifeng is greedy, but there are many greedy people. The shopkeeper in Xizhao Tower is even greedier, but he is not possessed.

The shopkeeper is just an ordinary human being, and the demon species will not waste mana on him.

"What exactly is possessed by a demon?" Mr. Qin repeated this sentence and thought for a while, "Perhaps the leader of the Hong Xiu Society can give you an answer."

The excitement in the city has stopped, everyone dispersed, and a night that should have been lively and prosperous came to an abrupt end. Everyone wanted to find a quiet place to lick their emotional wounds alone. Only the monks stopped in mid-air, forming a powerful magic spell. Formation, prepare to face a powerful opponent, even if you cannot defeat him, you must limit his ability to ensure the safety of the first seat.

Hong Xiuhui, when Mu Xingqiu heard the name for the first time, he thought of Hong Futian, a non-demon cultivator with unique ideas and behaviors. He believed in the ancient god religion and wanted to resolve the hatred and conflict between humans and demons. Estranged, willing to open up to almost anyone, now greets old friends with extreme vigilance.

Mu Xingqiu stretched out his right arm, his palm facing Duanliu City, the city he once fought so hard to defend, and a thin bolt of lightning shot out from his palm.

Thousands of monks mobilized the magic circle at the same time to prepare for this attack. However, the lightning disappeared the moment it came into contact with the magic circle. It was like two people pushing against each other. One side suddenly retracted its strength, and the other side's base was naturally unstable. The magic circle that had just been activated was shaken so slightly that even the monks themselves could not feel it. For the stronger ones, this was an extremely obvious loophole.

No matter how tacitly the monks cooperated, they could not match the unity of the demon species. For Mu Xingqiu, who had just defeated the demon species, this magic circle was too weak.

There was a crisp sound, but no light, electricity, fire, fog or the like appeared. The monks stopped in mid-air, but the magic circle collapsed. Their spells could no longer be combined, but returned to their own ways. state of war. What surprised them even more was yet to come. At the same moment the magic circle collapsed, the two people on the boat on the lake disappeared.

Duanliu City is an important human town. It is protected not only by the array of thousands of monks, but also by a large number of continuous spells. It is quite dangerous to perform teleportation in this environment. Even the Taoist priests who are attentive to the spirit dare not do it easily. Of.

Mu Xingqiu didn't need anyone to guide him, he had already found the location of the Hongxiu Society's head seat.

Hong Futian leaned out of the window on the top floor of the tower and looked coldly at the visitor who was more than ten steps away. As he got older, there were not many wrinkles on his face, but the tireless and compassionate expression was gone, replaced by a kind of extreme vigilance, which is the vigilance that only those in power have: he fully understands the power of power. important, and imagine countless jealous and coveted people in your mind.

The bun on Hong Futian's head was seven or eight inches high, with a short hairpin stuck in it, as if he was deliberately trying to compete with the Taoist priests, which made his appearance even more weird.

"You're back." He said, his voice cold and a little disappointed, like a stepmother with evil intentions who saw her stepson survive a dangerous situation.

"I'm back." Mu Xingqiu said, Yelin Town is not too far from Duanliu City, and the news should have come long ago.

"'Wherever the Taoist goes, there will be destruction.' This sentence is really true. Zhibu State no longer exists, right?"

"Um."

The influence of demon possession on the strong is more obvious. Mu Xingqiu was shocked by the great change of Hong Futian. He quietly released the illusion and approached Hong Futian as unnoticeably as possible, hoping to find the "answer" mentioned by Mr. Qin.

The tower is located in the middle of Duanliu City. The monks in the city are changing their positions and rearranging another formation. Spells are pouring into the tower from underground to block all visible and invisible attacks. The illusion encountered many obstacles. It can easily break through, but it will inevitably cause vigilance. Mu Xingqiu can only slow down the offensive and carefully bypass obstacles. He doesn't want to anger Hong Futian at this time.

"How long can Duanliu City exist?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Hong Futian's voice. He didn't notice the illusion approaching step by step, and still thought that the defense of the tower was unbreakable.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? You brought the devil soul and angered the devil species, but you said you didn't know?" Hong Futian was angry, as if he had heard a big lie, "You did it on purpose, Mu Xingqiu, because you want to destroy the Hong Xiu Society. Hey, you think you saved the world and should be the master of the world. The name "Hong Xiu Society" must make you very dissatisfied. It should be called "Mu Xiu Society", right? We didn't erect your statue in the hall and worship it. In your opinion, it is tantamount to ungratefulness."

Hong Futian became more and more angry. Mu Xingqiu listened to him quietly and decided not to make excuses. "I have been isolated from this world for too long. I didn't know that you have become friends with the devil species."

"Friends? There are no friends in this world, only power." Hong Futian pressed the windowsill with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand and waved it vigorously. "You and the Taoist sect are liars. The devil species don't want to destroy all humans and monsters. In fact, the devil species doesn't want to destroy all humans and monsters. They don't care about the tiny creatures. They have only one enemy, and that is the Taoism. Why should we fight for the Taoism? We were fooled, Mu Xingqiu, by you. You pretended to withdraw from the Taoism, as if you had nothing to do with the Taoist priests, but everything you did was to serve the Taoism. "

Hong Futian had not noticed any signs of magic attack, which made him bolder. He leaned forward slightly and said in an even more angry voice: "The blood flowed in the battle of Wangshan, Mu Xingqiu, where were you at that time? Where were you? Humans and demons were not completely wiped out. You and the Taoism were disappointed, right? We don't need you anymore, Mu Xingqiu, we don't need you, we don't need the Taoism, and we don't need the demons. Humans and demons control the world by themselves. We already have enough power!"

The magic in the tower is getting stronger and stronger. It is no longer just defense, but there is a hint of counterattack. It is completely unaware that an illusion has cleverly avoided all obstacles and gently touched Hong Futian.

Mu Xingqiu could roughly recognize the main components of Hong Xiuhui's magic. It was based on natural magic, mixed with a small amount of magic from casual cultivators, demons and orthodox sects, and had undergone a lot of transformation. Mu Xingqiu saw traces of the Demon Lord's righteous law from it.

Hong Xiuhui was indeed much stronger than the casual cultivators of the past, especially Hong Futian himself, who was close to the strength of Xingluo Taoist priests. There was still more room for improvement if he continued to practice, but he and the other cultivators were too confused in their state of mind, occupied by different extreme emotions, and became a mountain that could not be bypassed on the road of practice. With the improvement of strength, this mountain would sooner or later become insurmountable.

This was what Mr. Qin called the "answer": extreme emotions exist in all living beings, usually hidden, and only erupt at certain moments, but the extreme emotions in the hearts of those who have entered the devil never disappear, but are sometimes high and sometimes low.

The inherent jealousy and anger in Hong Futian's heart were about to reach their peak.

These extreme emotions provided guidance to the demons like signposts, allowing them to come and go freely. The stronger the signposts provided, the taller and clearer they were.

Mu Xingqiu understood that he could even find a way to use these extreme emotions like the demons. Whether it was as a signpost or to control all living beings, it was easy, but to do so, he had to use the Demon Lord's righteous law.

Mu Xingqiu took back the illusion and did nothing. No matter what method he used to remove the extreme emotions in the hearts of the people, it would destroy their normal emotions and memories. This was no different from the Taoist method of removing demons, and the results were the same. Hong Futian and other cultivators would become idiots because of this.

When fighting with the demons, Mu Xingqiu had discovered that they kept absorbing power from the cultivators in the city, so he imprisoned them and immediately threw them into a desolate place thousands of miles away. In his memory, there were very few humans and demons there. The demons had no "signposts" to rely on, and it would take some time to return to the prosperous place.

He had to throw away the demons because he didn't have a powerful enough magic weapon to help him. Imprisoning these endless monsters required continuous consumption of mana, which would greatly disperse his strength.

"Tell me where Yang Qingyin is, and I'll leave Duanliu City now." Mu Xingqiu said. He couldn't do anything here.

Hong Futian looked at Mu Xingqiu in disbelief, and after a while he said something inexplicable: "You will regret it if you find Yang Qingyin."