Chapter 0970 Breeze

Mr. Qin had secretly used the reincarnation technique on Mu Xingqiu's soul, but that was only part of the spell, which was used to find the awakened demon soul. Even this little spell was transferred to the Frost Soul Sword by Fangfang and disappeared completely in an explosion.

Mu Xingqiu therefore knew very little about the reincarnation technique. The only thing he could learn from was the Seven Chapters of the Demon Lord's Law and the techniques of mutual generation and mutual restraint taught to him by Mr. Qin. He spent some time observing the reincarnation technique performed by the Patriarch Tower and finally found two or three possible loopholes.

There were less than twenty souls left of the more than one hundred Taoist priests serving the Sun Mang. Mu Xingqiu had no time to make a more detailed analysis and had to act immediately.

He used the magic of the demon clan to casually capture the soul of an ordinary Taoist priest, removing most of the memories inside, but only deepening the impression of the way of imagination and the use of things. The soul turned into a glowing bead and flew in front of the golden human figure. Mu Xingqiu then gently turned the spell of the Patriarch Tower and pushed the bead towards the rising sun.

The body without soul fell softly and slowly landed on the ground.

Mu Xingqiu didn't know whether the "queue jumping" was successful, and he didn't know whether ordinary souls could enter reincarnation, or whether they could produce Taoist roots after reincarnation and gradually awaken the memories in their minds.

He didn't know anything, everything was a forced and helpless choice.

Mu Xingqiu sped up, summoned more souls, removed all the memories and turned them into beads, and then sent them into reincarnation from the ancestral tower.

Removing memories is a necessary step. Only in this way can the soul be simple and pure, and lightly equipped. Most importantly, newborn babies will not be overwhelmed by too many memories. Humans and monsters who have not practiced have limited tolerance, especially in infancy. A slightly complicated memory can drive them crazy or even lose their lives.

When summoning Shen Hao's soul, Mu Xingqiu hesitated for a while and injected a little more practice memory. Shen Hao has reached the state of infusion, and perhaps his tolerance will be stronger.

Hundreds of Taoist bodies slowly fell to the ground and will never wake up.

Gan Zhiwei was the last one to take a turn. "I only want the memory of the Way of Using Things. Don't delete it. I want all of it. It's an adventure anyway. You either succeed or fail. Don't be in the middle: I reincarnated and finally found my memory, but it was incomplete. I don't know where to find you when the time comes.

The others have not learned the Way of Using Things. Mu Xingqiu only gave them the impression of these four words. If they have the opportunity in the future, they may be very interested in practicing this way. Gan Zhiwei has practiced the complete method and is full of confidence. Maybe he can keep more specific memories.

"Okay, let's take a risk." Mu Xingqiu still simplified the Way of Using Things as much as possible and prepared to inject it into the bead formed by Gan Zhiwei's soul.

"I don't know if my brother has a connection. If I happen to be his son... Mu Xingqiu, you should never tell him the truth. "Gan Zhiwei exhaled and tried to enter the state of meditation. It was not comfortable to be awake and accept the soul summoning.

The ancestral tower was still sending the golden figures into reincarnation one by one. At this time, there were only ten left. Mu Xingqiu suddenly had an idea and injected the way of using things into the souls of the remaining ones, one section for each person, with not much content. Any means that can transmit the way of using things is worth a try.

The golden man was sent away, and there was nothing wrong with it.

When there were only three golden men left, Gan Zhiwei finally achieved no thoughts. Mu Xingqiu summoned his soul and sent it to the front of the golden man team.

An accident happened.

After all, the ancestral tower was not a living Taoist priest, and could not cast too complicated spells. After all, the Taoist reincarnation technique was not complete, and the requirements for souls were relatively strict. Gan Zhiwei carried too many memories, while others only had an impression or a small amount of text. Words and images, but he has 50% to 60% of the Dao of the use of things. Zushita noticed this and cut off more than half of the memory without hesitation before sending the bead into reincarnation.

Mu Xingqiu had no time to interfere.

Gan Zhiwei was sent away like this, and no one knew what impact these incomplete memories would have on him.

There were no living people around, and Mu Xingqiu's mood fluctuated: Even if the reincarnation was successful, would it be considered a continuation of life? He couldn't help but wonder if he had "killed" hundreds of innocent Taoists before the Demon Cave.

This is like a chess game. One side can think of the situation hundreds of steps later, while the other side can only counter it and lay out a plan of more than ten steps at most. Mu Xingqiu is the weaker side, and his opponent is an old guy who has been planning for more than 100,000 years.

"Fuck it. "Mu Xingqiu no longer needed to show his calmness, fearlessness, and thoughtfulness to anyone. He just wanted to curse and then do what he had to do.

The third-to-last golden man disappeared, and Shouque's Dharma body lost its human form and turned into a sphere with a diameter of nearly ten feet. Mu Xing hid inside it.

The second-to-last golden man disappeared. There was also a milky white bead the size of an egg inside the sphere, and the surface was covered with small black dots. This was Shouque's soul, which was restricted by the spell and had been in a coma. Mu Xingqiu cast a spell to send his soul into it and obtained a powerful protective shield.

The last golden man disappeared, and the Zushi Tower continued to cast the spell to destroy the Demon Cave. The morning sun in the sky finally jumped out of the horizon. The sunlight became scorching in an instant. The earth only lasted for a short while. Everything was like burning in the fire for a day and a night, and began to turn into ashes. The flesh on the ground was the first to turn into ashes, followed by flowers, plants, trees, and finally earth and stone houses...

The sphere above the imperial capital was burning, but it had not broken.

Mu Xingqiu had nothing to do but wait silently. If the outermost Dharmakaya shield was broken, it would be difficult to save his body. What was left was his soul. Shouque was formed by the condensation of many residual souls. As long as it was not an attack of illusion, she should be able to block it for a while until the Demon Cave was completely integrated with the real world and finally disappeared completely.

Bang!

It was over.

Mu Xingqiu didn't know if his body was still there. His soul began to be attacked. Shouque's soul was protected on the periphery, but the residual souls that were condensed together were broken. Small spells drilled in through the gaps and attacked the souls hiding inside.

Many years ago, Mu Xingqiu had experienced a similar battle. At that time, he was the attacker, and the defending party was the demon of all souls, Yi Shijun. The old demon was defeated by Zuo Liuying and was unable to resist. He could only hand over most of the memories of his soul, leaving only the crow's soul in the deepest part.

As time passed, it was Mu Xingqiu's turn to defend. After a period of soul refining, he could cast some simple spells in a pure soul state, which was a little stronger than Yi Shijun who had no power to resist at that time. Even so, facing a powerful attack, he had to imitate Yi Shijun's strategy: sacrifice unimportant memories to protect the most core memories.

He did not have as many souls as Yi Shijun, nor did he have a lifespan of thousands of years, but he had a lot of memories. First, he took away the memories of others, which were blocked in the front, followed by a large number of skills, only retaining the way of using things and the extremely simplified mind illusion, and then his personal memories, which were not many, but very precious. Now he could only hand them over, leaving only the most important small part.

These memories added together only lasted for seven more blinks of time.

This was also the length of time the Demon Cave was destroyed.

The Demon Cave, one of the nine great treasures of the Taoist school, was destroyed. The impact on the real world was a breeze, but not many people took it seriously.

In the Daotong Tower, Zuo Liuying knew that this was an extremely unusual thing. There could not be natural wind blowing through his room. Only magic, and extremely powerful magic, could cause this little effect.

But he didn't know where the wind came from or what it meant. He could only question its nature. His heart was slightly trembling. It was hard to predict whether it would be a blessing or a disaster. He thought that something unknown was happening, so he used the Daotong Tower to exert his great magical power and spread the magic layer by layer, searching for all suspicious signs within a radius of ten miles, thirty miles, fifty miles... until within three hundred miles.

He found not just one, but dozens of places, almost all of which were related to babies, some of which were not even born yet.

Zuo Liuying still didn't understand what was going on, but he made a decision.

Twenty-seven Taoists received Zuo Liuying's order at the same time, ended their thoughts, and went to various places. In the next few months, they would mark a number of unique babies and directly recruit some of them into the Daotong.

There was another creature who was suspicious of the breeze.

It was not Shi Hanyuan, who was the third Taoist priest in the world who served the Rimang. He was besieging Yelin Town and was troubled by an accident. He did not notice anything unusual about the breeze that passed by him.

It was not Yi Shijun either. He thought he was the most powerful demon in the world and his attention was on the fragment of the Frost Soul Sword.

The Holy Mother of Wanzi stood alone in the courtyard. After a normal summer hot wind, she keenly noticed a cool breeze blowing. "This is magic." She said to herself, casting magic to chase the breeze until it disappeared completely. "Strange magic, Kun Dun can't cast it."

Xiao Qingtao happened to walk in from outside with a talisman letter in her hand. She had just received the news sent by Queen Xun with a talisman: Shen Geng's soul was divided into several parts, two of which were likely to be deposited in the three soul monsters and Shi Hanyuan.

The source of the news was Zeng Fu.

This news was very important and could explain some things, so Xiao Qingtao came to inform Yang Qingyin.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children was born with a strange intuition. She regarded this encounter as a kind of foreshadowing, so she gave Xiao Qingtao a meaningful smile.

Xiao Qingtao didn't understand why. She didn't even notice that there was a slightly cooler breeze blowing just now. Out of politeness, she smiled back, but didn't intend to say hello.

"How long?" The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children didn't intend to let her pass.

"What?" Xiao Qingtao had to stop.

"The fetus in your belly."

Xiao Qingtao was surprised, and then thought that the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children must be much more sensitive to such things than ordinary people, "One month."

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children nodded, "This will be a real battle."

Xiao Qingtao didn't know how to answer, so she simply kept silent and fled to Yang Qingyin's room.

Volume 21 The Dusk of All Living Beings