It was late at night when I looked at the mountain. The guest house was built on a towering cliff. Mu Xingqiu stood in front of the window and looked out. He could see the entire valley. The scenery he saw surprised him.

There are countless small highlights floating above the forest, like fireflies, but they know how to arrange them, from dozens to tens of thousands, forming long or short thin lines, winding and twisting. Without long observation and comparison, they are almost impossible to see them moving. Occasionally, two thin lines collided together, and they will be rearranged into a longer thin line very quickly.

Mu Xingqiu looked at it for a long time. The longer he stayed in the Taoist throne, the more wonderful things he saw. He knew that if he were an ordinary person, he could only see a black forest at this time. He was very curious. What would the Taoist priests like Zuo Liuying see? It is said that the head of the Forbidden Secret Department likes spiritual beasts very much, probably because they saw more.

He looked down at the magic sword on the table, rubbed his fingers gently on it, and couldn't bear to leave.

The Taoist priest Wangshan did not take away the sword. According to their statement, once the magic seed was injected into the magic weapon, it had died, turning into a sensitive passage, accepting the spells passed from the Jianggong Palace in Zhongdantian and amplifying them.

"The Taoist priests in the early stage once wanted to refine a great magic weapon and kill all the demons. Later, they found that it was impossible to do so, so they had to change it to defil the demons on each main magic weapon. However, the demons cannot be killed. It has been more than ten thousand years, and it has almost never decreased." Taoist priest Wangshan sighed at the time, "Save this magic sword, the sixth level and level 3, which is very good. It can accommodate so many magic species, and it may have special features."

In the guest house, Pangshan's disciples studied it for a long time. No one found out what was special about it.

"The sixth grade and third grade are indeed good enough." Yang Qingyin cared about this matter the most. She couldn't figure out why Mu Xingqiu's magic sword grade was so much higher than his own. "It's so strange that you have similar materials to Qin Lingshuang, why are your grade... Did you secretly add something to it?"

Fangfang tapped the sword twice, and the big sword made a dull buzzing sound, and disappeared without far away. "It seems...it seems to be...it is not full yet."

"Ha, that's a demonic species that is enough to be at the level of a demon king." Shen Hao said in surprise.

After the second update, the friends went back to their room to rest, and the bald man entered a dormant state again, with a strand of hair still wrapped around the hilt of the sword. He was not qualified to refine magic weapons and regarded Mu Xingqiu's great sword as owned by the two of them.

Mu Xingqiu still didn't name the sword because he always had a bad premonition that the sword would be taken away by high Taoists at any time. It was either Wangshan Taoist or Pangshan Taoist. They would give unquestionable reasons. Since that is the case, naming a name is a waste of emotion.

He was already a little reluctant to let it go now. Mu Xingqiu had never asked about the process of defiling other people. For him, it was indeed an unforgettable experience. The magic power in the Jiang Palace of Zhongdantian kept flowing into the sword body, and then went around for a while before returning to the original place. The magic sword became part of the holder, and even added the Great Circle of Magic Power to the Great Circle of Magic.

Mu Xingqiu did not tell anyone that he silently recited the spell while defiling the demon. The five-character mantra left by Mei Chuan'an was the cause of Mu Xingqiu's joining the Minxin Department. From the beginning, someone told him that the spell was not trustworthy, and then the higher Taoists swore that the spells were not as good as the five elements spells. Influenced by these statements, Mu Xingqiu has always used spells with vigilance, but the young demons first reached the first level of illusion, allowing Mu Xingqiu to understand the most true thoughts in his heart.

Now he decided to remove this layer of vigilance.

The sixth-level and third-level magic weapon has a super-encompassing ability to carry the magic seeds, which seems to be the effect of spells. Mu Xingqiu regretted not asking about the spells in the magic hole, but he did not regret rejecting the invitation of the female successor. Looking back, he became more and more certain that the prisoner of the Minxin Department wanted to use him to escape from the prison rather than inheriting the spells.

A breeze blew past behind him. Mu Xingqiu turned around, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and held the whip with his right hand.

Zhou Qi, the first of the Wangshan Ban Secretary School, walked to the window and stood side by side with Mu Xingqiu, pointing to the thin lines composed of light spots above the forest. "That is the seeds of the nebula trees. Wangshan has no place to let them take root, they can only float in the sky."

"Why not let them fly outside?"

"There is ice and snow outside, the hidden demon race, the unclean aura left by the demon race. The tree species can feel danger and would rather float here than go out. The nebula tree has a very long life span, at least five thousand years. Occasionally, a tree dies to make room for space. These floating tree species will gather together to kill each other. They will release a stronger light and try to kill the people around them with heat. It is a wonderful and magnificent scene. The sky is as bright as midsummer in the desert, and the seeds of defeat fall in pieces, like residual flowers. We collect these seeds as important materials for making elixirs. You may have heard its name - Xinghua Feiying."

Mu Xingqiu nodded. He had taught lectures at Yangshen Peak. He had some impression that Xinghua Feiying is a very precious elixir material, and Taoist priests who are lower than Xingluo realm cannot even use it.

Zhou Qi put the scroll on the table and touched the sword. The bald man seemed to feel something, but he jumped but did not wake up.

"It's indeed a unique magic sword that reminds me of some records from the Nianxin Academy."

"I am a disciple of the Mind Heart Department."

"I know. To be honest, I admire Ning Qiwei and Zuo Liuying's courage. They actually allow an ordinary disciple to enter the Nianxin Department. This is an adventure, and the possibility of failure is far higher than success."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while and said stiffly: "When the first third ancestor ignited the Dao Fire and decided to fight against the demons, the failure may be higher than this."

"You are right. The Taoist sect should not be afraid of failure. The banned secret sect should not be like this." Zhou Qi is a Taoist priest who is not easily angered. "What I want to say is that when the Minxin Science and Technology is prosperous, they are very happy with merit. They claim that the Minxin magic magic is effective quickly and has deep skills. They even created an eleven-level illusion system outside the Nine-level Dao Fruit, which is two levels higher than the Dao Fruit, as if this can overcome the other seventeen-level sects."

"The Nine Daotong did not give the chance to prove the Heart Science Department."

"Haha, I claim to be the most powerful spell, but I need weaker methods to provide opportunities for proof. Do you think it is reasonable? The first three ancestors did not ask the demons to give them opportunities. They fought bloody battles and created possibilities from the impossible. Nianxin Science did not succeed because they just came up with a system, but no one had reached the last two levels."

Mu Xingqiu was speechless for a moment and was implicated in the magic power of the Taoist priest in all aspects. Not only was it more eloquent, but his voice itself was extremely persuasive, and the lower Taoist priests had no way to resist. When Zhou Qi took the scroll near the Demon-Suppressing Bell, even Yang Qingyin could not object, and could only complain afterwards.

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu could not say anything to refute, and even the decision that had already been made in his heart was a little shaken. What the descendant of Nianxin said in the Demon-Battle Cave seemed like a very obvious lie.

He took three deep breaths and finally regained his mind. "So, is the eleventh level of illusion true?"

Zhou Qi was slightly stunned. He did not deliberately use powerful heart-control magic, but it is still very rare for a disciple with the fourth level of breath to be unmoved. "Your will be firm enough. Interesting. It is very interesting. The Ninxin Ke is not very dependent on inner alchemy and magic weapons. But you created such a sixth-level third-level magic sword. What's the use of?"

"Fly with it on your sword."

"There are no less than a hundred flying techniques, and the weapons occupy most of them. If the sixth-grade magic weapon is only used for flying, many people will say that you are a waste of resources." Zhou Qi reached out and touched the sword again, "Sucking so many magical species. This weapon is of great use, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with you."

"What is the purpose?" It is inscrutable to show curiosity in front of a priest with an unknown position. Mu Xingqiu knew this but could not help but ask questions.

"Lunjingshan will like it. They rarely use swords, but this one is exceptional."

"Use to restrain the soul and study the spirit?" Mu Xingqiu still remembers the homework of the candle-like lanterns that Sun Yulu had taught in the Luanjingshan.

Zhou Qi did not answer. He seemed to have said enough and pointed to the scroll on the table, "This thing is different and should not be left in your hands, but you are a disciple of Pangshan and I have no right to deal with it. I suggest that you go back to Pangshan immediately after leaving Wangshan and hand it over to Zuo Liuying."

"Okay." Mu Xingqiu had no objection. The scroll brought too much trouble. He no longer wanted to stay by his side, nor did he want to pass it on to Feng Ruhui for Du Fangfeng. It was not a formal promise, and Mu Xingqiu had no need to keep it.

"I took my own initiative to let Taoist Yashan suck the blood drips from the scroll away, which was theirs."

"I think so too." Mu Xingqiu had long wanted to hand over the bleeding, but Taoist priest Yashan refused to take action.

Zhou Qi seemed to have something to say, looking at the scroll on the table, it took a while before speaking, "I deciphered the old text on the scroll. I originally thought you shouldn't read it, so I just took it back to Pang Shan and handed it to Zuo Liuying. Now it seems that I'm too busy with it."

The first seat of the Wangshan Ban Secretariat Department brushed the scroll lightly, turned around and left, disappeared at the door in a blink of an eye, and Mu Xingqiu didn't even have the chance to ask.

Zhou Qi put a restriction on the scroll, but he lifted it before leaving.

Mu Xingqiu hesitated for a long time at the scroll, and finally reached out to unfold it.

All the demonic texts written by Yi Shijun were destroyed in the Demon-Breaking Demon Cave, revealing a layer of vague demon texts. They are still there at this time and are still unclear, but there are very small words between the characters, which correspond to the Demon Texts one by one. This is the result of Zhou Qi's decipherment.

Mu Xingqiu read it carefully and found that these were several magics of the ancient demon clan. No wonder Zhou Qi didn't want him to see it. He must be afraid that he could not withstand the temptation. He was only lifted the ban on the scroll until he was convinced that his will was firm enough.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you read it. There is a fundamental difference between demon spells and Taoist spells, and it is extremely difficult to learn. Moreover, these spells are very strange and have no practical uses.

Mu Xingqiu glanced at the dormant man, thinking that he might be able to practice it. The bald man was always worried about his inability to practice Taoism. He learned a few magic spells as a comfort, but he didn't know whether it was safe or not. He could only ask Zuo Liuying for this kind of thing.

Mu Xingqiu was about to rest when a thought suddenly arose in his mind. He opened the scroll again, read one of the spells repeatedly, closed the scroll and thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt shocked.

After the third update of the night, thousands of floating nebula trees outside the window became brighter.

"That's all." Mu Xingqiu murmured to himself, believing that he had figured out the plan of the demon clan and even guessed who the demon clan should be placed in the Taoist throne.

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