Mu Xingqiu's soul entered a strange battlefield. There was no ground here, there was a sky above and below, and there was a sun in the sky, like a scene reflected in the water. The entire Fuhuang City floated in the middle. Since there was no ground connection, the houses, courtyard walls and other buildings were all integrated, light and fluttering, as if they could kick them away with one foot.

Mu Xingqiu flew to a corner of the city involuntarily, which was a large open space, like a military camp. There was no one in the camp, filled with smoke of different colors, close together, but independent of each other. From time to time, a smoke suddenly rose dozens of feet high, and then landed quickly, as if there were earth fires one after another.

The souls are attracted by these smoke. They are like puddles that attract lost people in the desert. Even if the water inside is turbid and dirty, it is like nectar and jade liquid that makes people feel saliva inside the mouth, tempting them to plunge in desperate need.

This is the "masonry" composed of tens of thousands of people. Their bodies are gone, and only smoke is revealed. Mu Xingqiu's soul flew closer, and he felt that he could hold on for a while, so he stopped at the edge of the smoke to observe.

More than a hundred pioneers sent in Yang Yongfu before were gone without a trace. Grandmaster Pang Shan Yang Yannian stood on the roof of a building a hundred steps away, without chains on his body, with a gloomy expression and a little heavy breathing, and was obviously also strongly attracted by the smoke.

"I am Grandmaster Pang Shan, not a domestic mastiff." Yang Yannian stared at the smoke, as if talking to himself, "Look at how far I have fallen, look at the Taoist throne..." He turned his head and looked at Mu Xingqiu, "It's all caused by you."

"I?"

"It's you!" Yang Yannian seemed furious, "You have been locked in the demon-drawing cave, why do you still come out? It is because of you that I lost the treasure. The ancestors do not forgive others, never... What are you doing? You practice the art of defiance of heaven, choose to recite the mind, withdraw from the Taoist dynasty and mingle with the demon clan, break into the Zhibu Bang and kill the divine tree, run to the imperial capital to challenge the ancestors, why do you do these things?"

"I don't remember."

"Haha, of course, you have lost your memory, let me tell you. Everything you do is to make yourself look different, because you are from poor background, but ambitious and always want to get praise and dependence from others. You are very successful, and you were indeed very successful in the past. Unfortunately, you got nothing except praise and dependence. As soon as the ancestor appeared, everything you did was meaningless."

"I don't feel anything about telling me this."

"Losing memory is a good way. You can write off the past. No matter its grudges, love and revenge, or its flood, it has nothing to do with you." Yang Yannian suddenly calmed down, like a person who was chased by a wild beast and forced to dive to save himself. He took a deep breath, "I can defeat the demons of the souls. I can regain the appreciation of the ancestor."

Yang Yannian jumped, flew into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared.

The attraction from the smoke became stronger and stronger, and Mu Xingqiu could not bear it, so he jumped in.

Ah, it seemed like a heavy punch, and a harsh scream rushed into his ears. Mu Xingqiu felt his mind was about to crack, so he had to continue flying forward, and his eyes were dizzy and loud, and the sound was louder and smaller. Sometimes the wind blew, sometimes the flames soared into the sky, sometimes the sky collapsed, and the earth was sinking, and he didn't even have time to identify where he was. He had to fly constantly, the faster the better.

In the sea of ​​fire, Mu Xingqiu and a figure almost collided. The two cast spells at the same time. Mu Xingqiu became even better and avoided the offensive. He hit the target, then passed by and continued to move forward.

Mu Xingqiu roughly understood that these smokes were the Niwan Palace of the Fuhuang City, which turned into very different smokes because they were in high spirits but different from each other. The man just now must have been one of the pioneers sent by Yang Yongfu. They also flew rapidly in the smoke, and no matter who they bumped into, they would make a move first.

If you use this method to find the demons of the souls, you will almost lose. This is like a forest with dangerous terrain. Other souls are completely unfamiliar with this place. Only Yi Shijun is familiar with the terrain, one dark and one bright, and the outcome is easy to predict.

However, after all, there is still "terrain" to follow in the smoke. Mu Xingqiu flew for a while. During this period, he encountered others several times, and each used his own trick to go his own way, and no one dared to stop for a moment. Slowly, he found a trick. There were screams of different heights in each smoke, which was unbearable. However, if you listen carefully, you could hear the screams in other smoke in advance. If you follow the sound of similar heights, the scenes you encountered would be very similar. Wind, fire, water, soil, etc. will only appear one.

The terrain is still dangerous, but because it is consistent, there is no need to worry about the sudden emergence of other forces, which can save a lot of energy. Mu Xingqiu flew along a fire wall, and the sky eyes gradually took effect, and could see farther and more detailed. The fire wall is not a straight line, or even coherent, but it flew too fast and could hardly detect interruptions. The same is true for wind walls, water walls, etc. At least ten kinds of walls crisscrossed and formed an extremely complex environment.

Then Mu Xingqiu saw others. More than a hundred cultivators were running around like headless flies. They came in very early and had not found the right way forward. Yang Yannian was an exception. He was moving along the water wall and also discovered Mu Xingqiu, but he had no reaction. He was only chasing Yi Shijun.

Since life and death are acceptable, in Yang Yannian's opinion, there is only one choice: killing is easier than catching alive.

Whether the right path can be found depends on the strength. Only those with strong magic power can resist the interference of screams and distinguish sounds of the same height. Those casual cultivators do not want to do this, but cannot.

Yi Shijun is still missing.

Yang Yannian changed his route and flew along the fire wall with Mu Xingqiu, and soon joined him.

"Reciting scriptures can resist screaming magic." Yang Yannian said loudly.

"Yeah." Mu Xingqiu knows how to recite scriptures, and it seems that Yang Yannian is not good at it either.

"Yi Shijun values ​​you very much."

"Yeah?"

"You have known each other before. Now Yi Shijun has become Qin Lingshuang's follower. He will care more about you than before, so"

The two of them took action at the same time and changed their routes at the same time. Mu Xingqiu entered the water wall, Yang Yannian entered the wind wall, casting spells and attacking each other. They were both in a soul state, and their bodies were all illusions, but if they were hit by spells, they would still be in danger of being dispersed.

Mu Xingqiu could not bring the Ancestor Tower in, and there was no flesh and blood to be used as talisman, and his strength was greatly reduced. Fortunately, Qin Lingshuang helped him recast an inner alchemy, which could still protect himself, but his magic was very monotonous, and it was just a line of fire, which was not as changeable as Yang Yannian.

The battle lasted for a while, and a voice penetrated into Mu Xingqiu's ears: "This is the field you are good at. Mu Xingqiu, you can forget your memories, but you can't forget your old skills."

This is the voice of Yi Shijun. He used magic to spread the sound, avoiding most of the eyes and ears, but he could not hide it from Master Pang Shan. Yang Yannian attacked Mu Xingqiu just to attract Yi Shijun to appear. Even if the voice only leaked a very faint point, he was firmly grasped by him.

Yang Yannian, who was advancing rapidly along the wind wall, suddenly disappeared.

Mu Xingqiu still didn't remember his "old skills", but the sound he heard was the clearest, and he also tracked down the source of the sound, accelerated it, and broke through several different types of walls, entering another completely different world.

A dilapidated hut was full of cracks, but there was no screaming, and no sudden storm.

This is someone's Niwan Palace. Mu Xingqiu didn't even understand what was going on, so he went to another Niwan Palace. This is indeed his area of ​​expertise.

After passing seven different Niwan Palaces, Mu Xingqiu entered a white room. As Niwan Palace, it was flawless, as if it was chiseled out of a whole piece of white jade.

Yang Yannian sat on the ground, feeling lost, a crow squatted on his head. The crow looked very old, with a lot of hair falling off, and had a human-like expression in his eyes. "This idiot, the Taoist priest's heart is gone, and he has become stupid. He doesn't know what it means to use a plan. He wants to find my whereabouts through you, so I will give him a chance. Haha, I am tasting his memory. To be honest, the taste is average."

"Yi Shijun?"

"Oh, you really don't remember anything. I remember that the two of us and Zuo Liuying had a wonderful soul battle. I was inspired by this and created this soul city formation. For two years, I built the Niwan Palace in the minds of the whole city to set up the formation. Do you know how difficult it is to let those who have never practiced have Niwan Palace? But I still succeeded. Haha, the only regret is that the first person arrested was Xiaoyu. Grandmaster Pangshan, Taoist Magistrate Fu Rimang, was quite valuable a few years ago. Now, "The crow shook his head, "I'm waiting for Zuo Liuying."

"We... are enemies or friends?" Mu Xingqiu must first figure out this matter.

"Even you have become stupid, of course you are a friend, but this has nothing to do with our previous acquaintance. It's because of Qin Lingshuang, do you understand?"

"I've sent the Nascent Soul."

"Well, you keep your promises as before."

"It seems that you don't need my help. I'm going to find a few other treasures and say goodbye."

"Don't worry, instead of looking for the treasure, you might as well let the treasure come to you. I set up this soul city formation to attract Zuo Liuying to fight him. How could he have a treasure in his hand?"

"Your formation is defended but not attacked. As long as Zuo Liuying is a little patient and does not need to attack, you will have to disband sooner or later."

"There is an attack but no defense? Do you think I, Yi Shijun, would do such a stupid thing? I am called keeping my low profile and keeping my low profile."

Mu Xingqiu looked around and said, "This is also the Niwan Palace you created, it's very good."

"Hehe, I'd better be humble. I don't have the ability to create such a Niwan Palace. This is delivered to you on the initiative, and it was delivered to you."

"I?"

"This is the fool around your son. Mu Dong'er took him to Fu Huangcheng, and you entrust him to me..."

The flawless Niwan Palace shook twice, and the crow moved his shoulders, "Yin Buchen is here, he wants to use the Demon Lord's Dharma to deal with me, hey, this time I will let him fully understand why Laojun didn't learn this method back then."

The crow blinked at Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu felt a thrill. It had nothing to do with the crow. Outside the soul city, someone wanted to move his body.
Chapter completed!