Chapter 0880 The Unbreakable Tower

Hong Futian is becoming more and more confident. He is the head of the Hong Xiu Society. He is at the center of the Duanliu City magic circle and personally controls the magic that is gathering in the tower. He is like a strong man standing on a dam. There is a flood behind him. He only needs to stamp his feet lightly, and the flood will pour out, destroying all the enemies in front of him, while he himself is intact.

"Do you still hate the demon species? Do you still want to hold the most powerful power in your hands forever? Then I tell you, Yang Qingyin is your biggest enemy!"

Hong Futian's whole body is glowing.

"It is me who founded the Hong Xiu Society! It is me who brought together all the scattered cultivators in the world, regardless of human or demon race, and it is me who generously gave the natural Tao magic to greatly increase the strength of the cultivators! Mu Xingqiu, the natural Tao has nothing to do with you. You use it to tempt all living beings in the world to work for the Taoism, but we have transformed it into our own weapon! You can't take it away, and the Taoism can't take it away!"

A ball of white light rushed towards Mu Xingqiu. The distance of more than ten steps was as if it didn't exist. The light almost flashed in front of Mu Xingqiu.

He stretched out his right arm, without casting any special spells. Part of his palm was covered by light, but he successfully blocked the light ball.

This is indeed a powerful spell. It looks like a ball of light, but it contains countless small spells. They rub against each other and continuously absorb the spiritual energy and unclean air that have long been accumulated here from the surroundings, and then quickly generate more power.

Hong Futian concentrated on manipulating the spell, and felt that success was imminent. "Return the demon soul to the demon species, we don't need it. Mu Xingqiu, you died more than ten years ago. You didn't show up during the battle of Wangshan, and you shouldn't show up now!"

"Do you still believe in the ancient gods?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Hong Futian was slightly stunned, and then said word by word: "I am one with the ancient god, I am the ancient god, and no one can take my place!"

"No one wants to take anything from you." Mu Xingqiu's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Duanliu City. The light ball blocked by the palm began to show tiny black cracks. The countless small spells inside were still rubbing and stirring, but they seemed a little flustered, like a large group of insects trapped in a gauze cover.

"No one is an ancient god, you are Hong Futian, and I am Mu Xingqiu!" The voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap over the Duanliu City, the light ball exploded instantly, the small spells fled, and dissipated in the air before they ran far away. The tower shook slightly, and the spiritual energy and unclean air that Hong Xiuhui had spent many years accumulating inside were hissing out from the cracks.

Hong Futian in the tower was also in turmoil, his confidence retreating at a faster speed. The dam under his feet was collapsing, but he couldn't keep it intact. The power he had worked so hard to collect changed its face and wanted to swallow its master in one gulp.

"Leave here, the farther the better!" Hong Futian's tone was both an order and a plea, "Yang Qingyin is the overlord of the sea, and has the most power. Your son and the demon species are real friends!"

Mu Xingqiu made his last effort, and a strange sound came out of his mouth, like the cry of a big bird, high and clear, straight into the sky, but when the sound spread, everyone and every demon heard a different sound, but they couldn't tell what they heard.

It was like a spell.

This spell was very strange. It didn't fight with any spells, nor did it cause any harm to any target. The 200,000 or 300,000 humans and a small number of demon monks in Duanliu City recalled their past at the same time, which were all their proudest pasts.

Ordinary humans felt happy, children giggled, and adults lamented that they had changed so much over the years. Even women who never left their homes no longer looked and felt the same as they did in the past.

Mortals were not invaded by demons, nor were they possessed by demons. After lamenting, everything was back to normal.

A large number of monks in Duanliu City, whether they participated in the magic circle or not, felt dizzy while recalling the past. Everyone remembered different things. Some monks suddenly saw their ambitions in the past and the reasons why they pursued power, either to protect someone or to achieve a lofty goal...

After the memories faded, a strong sense of disgust came to their hearts. Although they were beautiful in the past, they seemed weak and hypocritical. Would butterflies still like caterpillars? Would eagles still appreciate ugly chicks without hair? With doubts in their hearts, the monks stopped casting spells. No one dared to say what they really thought in their hearts. They could only look for impossible answers from each other's eyes.

Hong Futian pressed his hands on the windowsill, his body felt like a heavy weight, and a layer of cold sweat broke out. The disgust in his heart was stronger than anyone else. He used to be so stupid and disgusting. If he saw such a person again, he would never show mercy.

"Stop your illusion!" Hong Futian said pantingly, his face was blue with veins, he knew what kind of magic this was, "Don't try to control me again... I'm not afraid of you... I am... I am..."

Mu Xingqiu uttered the last spell, turned around, and disappeared with Mr. Qin.

The spell did not spread, but hit the tower directly. The bricks and stones on the tower turned into debris in an instant and fell like a rainstorm. Hong Futian on the top floor was panicked and unable to cast a spell to escape. He held the window sill tightly with both hands, squatted down and trembled.

After a long time, the tower stopped shaking violently, and the smoke and dust dissipated. Hong Futian finally regained a trace of calm and immediately flew out of the tower. After a few dozen steps, he turned around and looked, his face suddenly changed.

Most of the tower has been destroyed, and the ground is a mess, but a pile of bricks and stones is still there, rotating upward and stacked on top of each other, like a vine growing around a tree. The tree is dead, but it still remains. The top of the masonry and the top of the tower remain intact, as if they were the fruits of vines.

The remaining one-story tower was crumbling, but it never fell. Many monks in Duanliu City saw this scene and slowly gathered around, wondering what the meaning of Mu Xingqiu's hand was.

Hong Futian knows that his state of mind is as critical as this tower. In the past, he was just an ordinary casual cultivator. He was not a master even among his own people, but he had never been afraid. He dared to see the giant demon king alone and made a decision. An almost impossible grand goal... Now he was even more powerful, but he was trembling with fear in front of a spell.

Hong Futian's expression kept changing. He used strong anger to suppress his doubts, but the doubts evaded left and right like a small insect and refused to leave his mind.

Mr. Qin didn't use any force and was led by Mu Xingqiu. He was neither surprised nor interested in everything that happened in Duanliu City. What he cared about was Mu Xingqiu. "There are very few people who can get rid of evil thoughts on their own." "Sure, when he wakes up and finds himself among a group of possessed people, should he be excited or scared?"

"I cannot predict the future." Mu Xingqiu said that this problem has been on his mind for a long time. "I will not use the future results to determine what I will do today. I will issue a warning and point out the direction. As for what others will do, it will be up to me." They decide for themselves.”

After a moment of pause, Mu Xingqiu continued: "I am not a Taoist or a demon, and I have no intention of controlling anyone's behavior."

When it comes to "control", the demons are the real masters. No matter how many they are, they can be united as one. There was only one mistake. The demon king more than 130,000 years ago allowed some demons to learn Taoism. As a result, The demon clan suffered a disastrous defeat.

The soul of the devil who made the wrong decision is in Mr. Qin's body. He has forgotten many things, but not this one. "Where is Yang Qingyin? Where is Mu Dong'er? Where is Xin Youtao? If nothing unexpected happens, they are all possessed by the devil. You Don't you want to 'manipulate' them? That might be a necessary help."

"I will do my best." Mu Xingqiu hasn't figured out what to do yet. This is also a battle. The opponent is stronger and the situation is more complicated. After all, he still has to use his powerful power. Without these powers, He will be helpless. "The changes brought about by power are not always bad."

"Of course, it's always good at the beginning." Mr. Qin said lightly.

"Weakness is also a kind of strength. The weak are less affected by the invasion of demons. Like a desert, the forces of demons cannot be integrated. The weak are not cute. They still have emotions such as greed and jealousy, but they also have ideals and ambitions. Friendship..." Mu Xingqiu thought of the people in Daliang and Yelin Town. They were not possessed by demons and warmly welcomed the residents of Zhiwei State. "If we regard mortals as a whole, there are still slightly more advantages."

"If you insist on saying that, it's not wrong." Mr. Qin's tone was still perfunctory, as if he was thinking about other things, "Since you regard mortals as a whole, you should understand one thing, no matter whether this whole is Regardless of whether they have many advantages or disadvantages, they are no match for Demons and Tao, or even small characters like Hong Xiuhui. The reason why weak people are weak is because they cannot unite together and form a whole. They are born as a piece of loose sand and only deserve A desert among the strong.”

Mu Xingqiu laughed, "I said that what I want to save is not humans or monsters, but myself and the relatives and friends I care about. I'm just convinced of one thing."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Qin showed a hint of curiosity for the first time.

"We would be better off among mortals."

Mr. Qin was stunned at first, and then laughed, as if he had heard an unexpected and wonderful answer from an inconspicuous student, "That's why I am willing to reincarnate over and over again."

The sky was slightly bright, and the towns on the ground were waking up. Most of the mortals were still asleep, but the possessed powerful ones stayed up all night. Through various means, they learned about the return of the nine Taoist priests, the destruction of Zhibu State, and what happened in Duanliu City. The matter is also spreading rapidly. Like Hong Futian, they are panicking about the power in their hands, fearing that it will be taken away.

"The demonic possession caused by the invasion is ultimately a spell. I think I have a way to remove it, but it's not easy to do," said Mr. Qin.

"The Demon Lord is rectifying the law?" Mu Xingqiu had already guessed.

"Well, saving people is always more difficult than killing people. If you want to compete with the powerful, I can teach you how to use the method now. If you want to remove the evil thoughts of the world and give them a chance to make their own choices, you are still Too weak."

"Do I have to reach the state of obeying Rimang?"

Mr. Qin nodded, "This is a difficult situation. You must be prepared to die and survive."