Bing Kui doesn't even have the ability to improvise, would he have such things as emotion, thinking, and memory for the Mind Illusion Technique to grasp? If it weren't for Zuo Liuying's words, if it weren't for the fact that the current shape was too critical, Mu Xingqiu would probably never have considered this problem, let alone tried.

The power of one thought, the hearts of all enemies.

Mu Xingqiu had heard these eight words a long time ago, but he had never taken them seriously, if it was 10,000 human beings, the mind illusion might be able to promote the existing feelings of everyone, making the sad more sad, the angry more angry, and the happy more happy, but that's all, the illusion can't create a kind of love out of nothing, it can't directly command 10,000 people to do this and that, and it can't destroy them in a single thought.

For Mu Xingqiu, the Illusory Illusion Technique is a means of assistance, and it is a bit of an insidious method that is not upright enough, so he prefers to directly cast the Pragmatic Illusion Technique and defeat the enemy with lightning.

But this time lightning can't defeat tens of thousands of ice kui, Mu Xingqiu saw it, this batch of ice kui not only changed in appearance, but also had stronger resistance to spells, even Yang Qingyin's Taiyin fire, it would take a while to roast the ice kui who walked into it, and the demon skills of other demon clans could only slightly slow down their pace.

After all, Taoist priests are Taoist priests, they used to be in a state of mind, and they used to be in a state of mind like a lake, and they used to be in a state of mind because they accepted the method of re-destruction, and now they have discarded both, neither can they die calmly, nor do they just want to die or wait for death like the demon clan, they try to go with the flow: Yang Qingyin needs the blood of the Taoist, they provide it, and they refuse to fall unconscious, enduring clear pain; if someone orders them to rush to Bingkui, they will also fight for themselves, but they will not have hope of victory。

The illusion continued to expand, picking a wave of fear-mixed bravery in a group of beast demons. They are actually afraid of Bingkui in their hearts, and they are no less than other demon clans, but the means of dealing with them are different, like those straight trees, they would rather bend than bend, they use roaring and fighting to meet fear, and even reach the initiative to send Cheng Dù to death.

The illusion is advancing rapidly, and more and more complex emotions are encountered, and the demon clan who is fighting may not be the bravest, and the demon clan sitting there waiting for death may not be all cowardly. There are also feelings of disappointment, dazedness, calmness, etc., those calm demon clans just feel that the battle is meaningless, so they would rather sit there thinking about something else, with their eyes open, but they don't look at the killing around them at all, and they don't listen to the screams that come into their ears.

"Mu Xingqiu, hurry up and help, I'm about to lose it! We have to rush out immediately, why didn't Zuo Liuying come?" Yang Qingyin concentrated on casting the Taiyin Fire. didn't notice the invisible illusion passing by, and thought that Mu Xingqiu was watching the enemy.

"Wait a little longer, maybe we won't have to run away. Mu Xingqiu replied loudly, his illusion finally reached Bing Kui.

"Wait a little longer. Everyone's blood was gone...... I can hold out for a quarter of an hour at most!" Yang Qingyin carefully controlled the spell, she couldn't let any Taoist priest die in her hands, if it was cornered, she would end the Taiyin Fire. Let all Taoist priests choose for themselves.

Mu Xingqiu didn't answer, he was raising his illusion to the limit, capturing Bing Kui's feelings and thoughts.

It's a group of monsters created by spells. The only bit of life is a small seed in the heart, but they also have love, a smoky, ethereal emotion, which is more difficult to capture than illusion itself.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't catch these feelings, because it was more difficult than fetching water with a bamboo basket and picking up the wind with his hands, no matter how careful he was and how hard he tried, Bingkui's love xù always passed by illusions.

Love xù is the outermost layer of the "heart", and only by grasping it can the illusion find Bingkui's thoughts and memories along the vine, so as to discover the location of the main brain.

Mu Xingqiu used all his strength, Neidan turned wildly, and the mana poured into the flesh and blood of the whole body like a spring, and all his heart and soul were maintained in illusion, but he was still a little close, he was like an old and dizzy woman, laboriously leading a needle, and the slightest difference brought failure over and over again.

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

It didn't turn into a magic sword of assistance, but into a whip, a long whip as light as a stream of water.

Mu Xingqiu threw out the whip, and the long whip of the water flow instantly rushed to a height of more than 100 zhang, and then burst open, splashing water droplets in all directions, and each drop of water burst again after flying out of a certain distance, producing more water droplets, and so on, soon covering the range within several miles.

Every drop of water is blessed with illusion.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that it was not that the attack range of the Mind Illusion was too small, but that he did not cast the spell properly.

Nianxin is one of the eighteen branches of Taoism, dominated by Nianxin illusion, and also has many auxiliary spells, Mu Xingqiu has almost never learned, and has been practicing only illusion and some low-level boxing and whip techniques, the advantage is that illusion improves very quickly, and the disadvantage is that it is not systematic, and it is far from being able to exert the power that illusion should have.

It's like two samurai, all equal in strength, speed, reflexes, etc., but one side is bare-handed, the other side is fully armed, and there are mounts to ride, and the strength will suddenly be very different.

Mu Xingqiu's Mind Illusion Technique is almost equivalent to bare hands.

The Sword Washing Pool is worthy of being one of the nine treasures of the Dao system, not only can it change its form at will, but it can also make up for the biggest shortcoming of the spellcaster, Mu Xingqiu's illusion has finally gained some armament.

He grasped Bingkui's feelings, and could even describe them accurately, it was a kind of confusion and panic walking on the night road, knowing that there might be a deep ditch, a cliff, or a dead end ahead, but he didn't dare to stop, because there seemed to be something more terrible chasing behind him, getting closer and closer......

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

The illusion continued to advance, Bing Kui's love was not worth provoking, what Mu Xingqiu was looking for was memory, and destroying memory could destroy the strong enemies around him - he trusted Zuo Liuying's judgment more and more.

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

The many demon clans sitting on the ground waiting for death raised their heads, looked at the wonders of the sky, marveled, got up one after another, and slowly felt an indescribable excitement, some of the demon clans took out three idols of gods and muttered prayers, while others raised their arms and tried to grab a drop of water from the air.

The fighting demon clan raised their heads, and instantly felt that their hearts had been hit by something, they didn't want to be killed by Bingkui, their desire to survive was more than a qiē, but they didn't want to fight anymore, they didn't want to escape, and they didn't even dodge the fatal blow that was approaching them.

The Taoist priests also raised their heads, saw the wonderful scene, and realized that it contained an extremely powerful spell, which was reassuring and intoxicating, the demon clan stared at the sky full of water droplets, but the Taoist priests only stared at a drop, everyone's eyes were staring at a drop of water, and they saw different scenes from it, which were their most nostalgic memories.

The weapon in Bingkui's hand was still landing, but his movements were slightly stiff.

In Xiao Artemisia's eyes, the water droplets are just water droplets, "The snow hasn't finished yet, it's raining again, what the hell is this weather? Mu Xingqiu, do you want to turn everyone into popsicles?" But she also stretched out her hand, wanting to take a drop of water and take a closer look.

Yang Qingyin's Taiyin fire disappeared, she had no way to absorb blood from other Taoist priests, and after being stunned for a while, she also had the same doubts as Xiao Hao, looking at Mu Xingqiu in the air, and was just about to open her mouth to urge, the words came to her mouth and swallowed back, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

All other eyes saw were drops of water, but what she saw was a young man in the leather armor of the demon clan wielding the whip of the water, he was the creator of the wonders and the birthplace of dreams...... She hated the illusion that evoked the deepest emotions in her heart, doubting the authenticity of this emotion, but she was so willing to hold it in her arms, touching it, kissing it, tearing it apart, and then restoring it little by little.

This is not a series of scenes, a qiē happens in a very short period of time, the same illusion, evoking different feelings in different hearts, Mu Xingqiu is the only one who is not affected, he sees nothing in his eyes and hears nothing in his ears, he just keeps raising and flicking his whip, and through guò repeated movements, expanding the coverage of illusions, and firmly grasping the ethereal and uniform feelings of many Bingkui.

Finally, he saw Bing Kui's memory, a pitiful little memory, most of which was endless darkness, only a clear portrait and a clear sentence - the famous Wangshan Taoist priest that Mu Xingqiu had seen in Tuotao's mind gave a short and merciless order: Advance, kill.

Such a memory, even smaller than the seeds of the Nebula Tree, could destroying them destroy Bing Kui? Mu Xingqiu still felt unbelievable even though he had come this far.

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

Mu Xingqiu didn't hesitate any longer, and the whip of flowing water in his hand issued a command to destroy a qiē memory, passing it to every drop of water.

In an instant, those fleeting memories collapsed: Daoist Wangshan and his words were engulfed in darkness, leaving not even a phantom or a single note.

All of Bingkui's movements stopped, and the ice swords, spears, and halberds were only a fraction of a millimeter away from their targets, and some of them had even hit living bodies, but they lost their lethal power in an instant. Ice Kui stopped, they came from the darkness, and they returned to the darkness, where they didn't need to remain in strange forms, and they didn't need to feel lost and panicked, because they were the darkness itself.

A frosty fog rarely seen in the world filled the entire Battle Demon Mountain.

The crystal water droplets disappeared, but Mu Xingqiu did not withdraw the illusion, he had already come into contact with the demon illusion issued by the head of the Ice Kui, and the battle continued.

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