"Get out quickly!" A Taoist priest from Xingshan issued an order.

Mu Xingqiu grabbed the treasure bag beside him, jumped out of the niche, hurriedly ran between the two Taoist priests, and met with his friends at the door.

Fangfang and others showed panic, obviously not understanding.

Mu Xingqiu was about to speak, but the Taoist priest led the way pushed the five people out, "I want to finish, you can go back, hurry up, don't delay the serious business."

"But..." Mu Xingqiu wanted to tell his experience and give Xingshan a reminder.

"It's nothing, just let you go. This is Xingshan, not Pangshan." The Taoist priest was very angry and drove the guests out without hesitation, followed behind to supervise them back to the tall Star Receiving Tower.

Yang Qingyin and Bald Zi were also surprised and were about to ask, but the Xingshan Taoist priest in the tower had already urged them to leave quickly. Others could bear it, but Yang Qingyin couldn't stand this kind of thing the most. He stopped at the edge of the platform and refused to move. "Wait, tell me what happened to the shaking just now? Someone asked later, I can't say that I was at the scene, but I knew nothing."

The Yang family is one of the largest family of the Taoist dynasty, with members all over the nine Daotongs. Some Taoist priests in Xingshan recognized Yang Qingyin and stepped forward to stop their fellow disciples, saying quickly: "It's a coincidence that something abnormal happened in the Magic Cave. This kind of thing has happened before. The prisoners locked in it don't give up and always want to break out. The Magic Cave and the Star Receiving Tower will vibrate at the same time. It's not a big deal, just strengthen the ban."

"It's not a big deal. Are you in a hurry to drive us away?" Yang Qingyin said dissatisfied.

"Haha, although it's not a big deal, it's enough for us to be busy for a while. No one will receive you, so..."

Yang Qingyin walked up to the instant platform and asked no more questions. The Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and signaled that other fellow disciples were preparing to cast spells to send the guests away.

The disciple Pangshan had already stood up. The Taoist priest who had led the way suddenly asked, "You haven't encountered any strange things in the Demon-Planting Cave, are you?"

The five people shook their heads together, including Mu Xingqiu. Walking on the biting cold wind, he became more awake and understood a truth: if he wanted to leave Xingshan smoothly, his experience in the Demon-Planting Cave could not be revealed to the Taoist priest of Xingshan, but should go back to Pangshan to tell Zuo Liuying and Grandmaster Ning Qiwei.

Entering the Heart Department of Mind is a mistake, but fortunately, it did not lead to worse results. Mu Xingqiu was still scared.

When he returned to Hongshan again, Mu Xingqiu's idea was shaken again. After Zuo Liuying and Ning Qiwei learned the truth, a simpler approach was not to protect his safety, but to take away the inner alchemy and eliminate future troubles forever.

Moreover, the female voice’s statement about the eleventh level illusion in the dark scene did not seem to be random. If that is true, Mu Xingqiu couldn’t help but be moved.

Reciting the heart mantra is not as good as the Five Elements spells. This is one of the most convincing truths of the Nine Great Daotongs, but what Mu Xingqiu heard is completely opposite.

It was already afternoon, and if you wanted to use the Hongshan Instant Platform again, you still had to queue up, and the queue was a little shorter than in the morning. Yang Qingyin looked at Mu Xingqiu and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your face is gloomy and clear."

Mu Xingqiu let out a breath, "It's nothing... I just finished the Demon-Battle Cave and saw a group of Xingshan Taoist priests staring at me. I didn't recover."

Xin Youtao and others nodded repeatedly. They had the same feeling as Mu Xingqiu Shen, "I was scared and I thought Xingshan wanted to lock me in."

The bald man jumped on Mu Xingqiu's shoulders, "What did you see? Tell me quickly and let me experience it once."

"Didn't I tell you about it in the tower?" Yang Qingyin said.

"You're not scary, it's not fun." I was obedient to my mother in the Star Reception Tower. As soon as I returned to Mu Xingqiu's shoulders, the bald man's taste became picky.

So the five people who had just thought about the thoughts talked about their own experiences. In fact, they were all similar. They were all three major regions, but their feelings were slightly different. Only Mu Xingqiu's last experience was different, but he could not say it.

The bald man finally decided that Xiao Qingtao was the most exciting and said with a smile: "That's it, there are shocks, frights and twists."

The other Taoist priests in the team also interjected and were very interested in bald people. Mu Xingqiu had been worried that bald people would cause unnecessary riots before leaving Pangshan. Now it seems that he is completely over-concerned.

The topic quickly turned back to Qishan. The self-destruction of the equal Taoist Du Fangfeng at the last moment caused a lot of trouble to Yashan. The master who was gathering in the meeting in the riot Jingshan came forward in person and obtained the permission of Qishan to lift the ban on Zhongwu Island. Taoist priests in Yashan can use more powerful magic weapons to regain the spiritual power that touched everyone.

"It will take seven to ten days to end. Everyone who stays in the market will be exempted from the fees. The account will eventually fall on Yashan. Really, Du Fangfeng is just a casual cultivator. How much grudge can he have with Yashan?" said an elderly Taoist priest in the team, and he still shook his head in confusion when he walked onto the stage.

"How did Yashan know that all the spiritual power of the sword washing pond has been sucked back? There are so many people in the market, maybe anyone will take away a drop of blood." This is another thing that makes Mu Xingqiu feel weak, and there is a drop of blood hidden in his treasure bag.

"Yashan has its own way. They regard the sword washing pool more important than anything else. Just like our Pangshan Pagoda, a lack of dust will alarm the people on the Ancestor Peak." Yang Qingyin said as she walked up to the instant platform and told the Hongshan Taoist Priests their destination, "We are going to Zhaoshan."

Zhaoshan is the third immortal island in the Nine Daotong. It has a treasure, the Great Light Pass Treasure Appraisal Mirror, which can help disciples stay away from their inner demons and add a very necessary little bit of inspiration to the jade magic weapon.

Xin Youtao, Shen Hao and Xiao Qingtao are going to refine their main magic weapon here.

Zhaoshan Shuyuke will provide services to them and only charge low fees. This is only one opportunity in a lifetime, which reflects the friendship between Taoism and thanks to Pang Shan for free for the new disciples of Taoism.

Yang Qingyin was not interested in the refining process, so she took Fangfang to visit the famous Daguangmingtong treasure appraisal mirror. The bald man could not wait long ago, so Mu Xingqiu followed him, and several people went by themselves according to the instructions on the road without the need to summon Taoist priests to lead the way.

In the morning, Du Fangfeng exploded himself in the Du of Qishan and in the afternoon, he encountered the crisis of the Magic Cave. The relaxed and casual trip to Zhaoshan seemed to be valuable. This is a very beautiful island in the West Sea, with strange flowers and plants everywhere. Even Yang Qingyin, the daughter of the Taoist sect, had never seen several kinds. Instead, Fangfang could name most of the names based on her memory of the book.

The biggest feature of the entire island is its soft light. Although there are sunrises and sunsets, there is never a pure night or hot day. Even at noon, you can look up at the sun in the sky.

It was dusk when they arrived, and a huge red sun hung on the sea. It made a large ocean of red like a maple forest. Such a scenery alone was enough to stop and watch.

The bald man jumped around the shoulders of the three of them, constantly urging: "Go away, what's so good about this?"

The roads on the island are the same as those of the Pangshan Laozu Fengtai Courtyard, twists and turns. Once you turn, you may see a small courtyard hidden in flowers taller than people, but they met very few Taoist priests along the way.

"Zhaoshan is full of hermits." Yang Qingyin introduced, "I don't want to walk around if I live in such an environment."

"How big is the 'Big Light' mirror?" Bald man was so itchy that he only cared about the problem of the mirror. "Is it the clearest mirror in the world? Can it be reflected at the back at the same time? Do I want to wash my face again?"

The treasure mirror is located in the middle of the island. Compared with the strict protection of the treasures of the various Taoist dynasties, Zhaoshan is extremely relaxed. There are only some strange flowers and trees that serve as guards, and the figure of a Taoist priest cannot be seen.

The branches and leaves of two flowers and trees blocked the entrance. Yang Qingyin coughed twice and officially announced: "Pangshan disciple Yang Qingyin."

The bald man rushed to say, "Pangshan disciple Mu Songxuan."

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang also reported their names respectively. The branches and leaves separated, revealing an open space inside, and the Great Guangmingtong Treasure Appraisal Mirror stood in the middle.

At first glance, the bald man who was determined to seek a big mirror was a little disappointed. It was an oval mirror three feet high and one foot wide, embedded in a rugged rock of more than meter high, about four or five feet above the ground.

"It is said that there is a whole piece of jade wrapped in the stone. No one has seen anyone except the person who was inlaid with mirrors before." Yang Qingyin whispered.

People walking here will involuntarily lower their voices. The light here is softer, and the sunset seems to be caught in a net. It can only flow out bit by bit. Those who are in it can grasp these lights in their hands by reaching out.

The bald man sighed, the mirror disappointed him, and no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it could not make up for it. "Is that the case? It really doesn't deserve to be called a treasure mirror."

Yang Qingyin shrewd at him, pointed at the treasure mirror in the stone, "You will know if you look at it."

The three of them stood in front of the treasure mirror, and the bald man stood on Mu Xingqiu's head and swayed. He quickly calmed down. His eyes became wider and wider, and his mouth opened, full of praise but speechless.

A quarter of an hour later, several people left.

All three normal disciples saw their inner elixirs.

"My inner alchemy seems a little impatient, spinning fast and slow, and occasionally jumping, just like a bald man," said Yang Qingyin.

"My inner alchemy is a little blurry." Fangfang was a little confused, "It seems that I didn't wipe it clean. I think my progress is getting too fast."

The two looked at Mu Xingqiu.

"My inner alchemy is quite ordinary." This is Mu Xingqiu's only feeling, "It's light yellow, neither big nor small, and it's spinning fast or slow - I think the treasure mirror is perfunctory to me."

Yang Qingyin and Fangfang both laughed. As a magic weapon, Baojing would not act perfunctorily.

The three of them were curious about what the bald man saw. He had been waiting for them to ask questions for a long time, and immediately said with great enthusiasm that he did not see the inner elixir, but his head. "It's as big as a mountain, really, every hair is as thick as a tree. I can see the forks and dust on my hair clearly. Alas, I really have to wash my hair well. Hello, do you want to steal the mirror? I absolutely support you."

The three of them walked to the beach, and Zhaoshan Guesthouse was built here. Yang Qingyin and Fangfang took Bald to the beach to stroll. Mu Xingqiu stayed in the room under the pretext of practicing boxing, and finally had the opportunity to open the treasure bag to check the scroll inside.

The blood on it was still there. After it was unfolded, the handwriting left by Du Fangfeng did not move as it was, but the demonic text written by Yi Shijun was gone. They were all killed in the Demon-Battle Cave by the descendant of Nianxin.

Why did Mo Wen come out to protect himself? Mu Xingqiu couldn't think of the reason. He was about to close the scroll when he suddenly found that he had ignored the strangeness above.

He raised the scroll, narrowed his eyes and looked at the ubiquitous light of Zhaoshan, and looked carefully. There were still vague words on the dense scroll as dense as ice. Although he knew nothing about the magic text, Mu Xing was still sure that these hidden words were completely different from those before.
Chapter completed!