In Xingshan Demon-Battle Cave, the descendant of the Nianxin Science once claimed that the illusion technique does not require high demands on inner alchemy. After being strong, the Taoist priest inhalation can even defeat the Taoist priest in swallowing the smoke. Mu Xingqiu wants to try whether the third level of the illusion can match the realm of the Fiaoxia.

He no longer transformed into nine-handed arms. When facing an enemy, the extra arms would disperse their strength. He no longer tried to capture illusory emotions. In the uninvited fighting, it would seem too slow to provoke people's hearts. Mu Xingqiu used three uses of one mind, and each mind was running all the methods of leading the nine transformations of the beast, and all the illusions were concentrated on the black whip.

The black whip is as straight and hard as a steel spear, stabbing at the magic cultivator spell that is rushing towards him.

The magic magic spell emitted by Shen Geng was originally just a huge ball of black light. After colliding with the black whip, it made a sound of metal shattering. The light was bright and then dimmed, revealing another form - a red metal shield, which was almost the same color as the color of his eyes. The surface was densely packed with two or three feet long steel thorns. What was strange was that these steel thorns could bend and scratch like the sharp claws of a falcon.

The red shield was blocked by the black whip and trembled slightly. The dozen closest steel thorns grabbed the tip of the whip tightly, but they couldn't bend it a little.

Another part of the cultivators descended to the ground, and the two Taoists were in stalemate and their strength was emitting to both sides. The cultivators with slightly inferior strength could not bear it.

Shen Geng was very surprised. After the test of the Fire of Prophecy, he learned to conceal the aura of demonic thoughts, but his strength did not increase. But Mu Xingqiu became a different person. It was originally difficult to support his joint efforts with Yang Qingyin, but now he relied on his strength to catch his heavy blow.

"It's amazing. I can actually use my prophecy fire to upgrade the illusion to the third level. It turns out that I underestimated you." Lan Binggu's eyes lit up and he raised his interest in Mu Xingqiu again. "It seems that you have learned a lot. Illusion is truth, truth is illusion. Illusion can stir people's hearts and condense into energy. Well, let me think about it, you have learned it from the soul. The soul is invisible, but the lamp can stimulate powerful power. Of course, illusion can also be done. Although it is not the right way, you are touching the edge."

Lan Binggu once devoted himself to studying the illusion of mind, so he said it very well, and he had no comments on Shen Geng's demon cultivator.

Just as she was talking, the huge red shield issued by Shen Geng slowly became smaller. The black whip was too powerful. Not only could he not distribute his power to launch another attack, but he had to concentrate his spells.

Mu Xingqiu was also casting spells with all his strength, listening to Lan Bingku's words, but not refuting them. In fact, what made his illusion a little more layer was not the prophetic fire, but the Dao Fire Infant Pill given by Shen Jixian. As for condensing the illusion into pure power, Lan Bingku was right. He was indeed inspired by the power of his soul.

Longbinhui recorded that a descendant of Nianxin defeated the Conquering Yuemang Taoist priest, using a touching illusion, but that victory was obviously an accident and there was almost no possibility of re-implementation. Longbinhui probably did not continue to study it, and all the disciples of Nianxin Science were locked up in the Demon-Planting Cave.

Long before Yang Qingyin blamed Nianxin for defeating Taoist priests with **, Mu Xingqiu was thinking of a question: If a strange Five Elements Taoist priest suddenly appears, there is no ** available for Taoist priests in Nianxin. Wouldn't it be undeniable? The Nianxin Department must have other magic spells to deal with this situation.

No one taught him what to do, Mu Xingqiu could only explore by himself. The inspiration of the Fire of Prophecy greatly shortened his exploration time. Illusion can indeed be transformed into invincible power, although it is not perfect in Lan Binggu's eyes, but it is very effective.

Shen Geng's red steel shield became smaller and smaller, and the steel spikes on the surface turned into steel needles, which was no longer effective against the black whip.

The bald man's hair was grabbed by Lan Binggui in his hand, and he swayed excitedly, cheering Mu Xingqiu in a low voice, "Persevere, Brother Xiaoqiu, add another move, the red-eyed bad guy is almost unable to hold on."

Lan Binggu also had the same view, "Shen Geng, if you continue like this, you will not have thirty years to practice and you will die here today. Alas, explaining to Yang Baozhen the cause of your death is really a troublesome..."

The red steel shield had shrunk to normal size. Shen Geng made a muffled sound like a stone falling into a deep well from his throat. The whole person turned into black smoke. The steel shield disappeared, and the whip took advantage of the momentum and penetrated into the black smoke. This time, the black smoke did not condense and form, but rushed towards Mu Xingqiu along the whip.

"I just said that the two of them are a bit similar..." Lan Binggu only had time to say half a sentence, and the situation on the field changed again.

When the black smoke rushed to Mu Xingqiu's five steps in front of him, he regained his human form. Shen Geng's neck was tightly wrapped by the black whip that was folded back. His feet were more than one foot away from the ground. He struggled hard, and his face was exposed, but he could not move forward half a step or even cast a spell.

Mu Xingqiu stepped forward and behind, stretched his right arm, tightly grasped the handle of the whip, and threw his left arm behind him, like a statue posing in a charge. He used all his strength to make the black whip wrap tighter.

"Haha, Shen Geng, you have made a mistake. Nianxin's illusion turns virtual into reality, and its essence is still virtual. It's okay to turn black smoke to deal with the Five Elements spells. It's just a matter of self-contained use of disciples of Nianxin's corpse." Lan Binggu let go of bald men, "It seems you don't need to testify anymore. I have to find a way to make Yang Baozhen believe that her son's death has nothing to do with me."

Before Lan Bingku finished speaking, the bald man had already flew to Mu Xingqiu and stared at Shen Geng on the opposite side fiercely, "Brother Xiaoqiu, can I go up and take a bite? He treats me as a ball, I want to treat him as sugarcane - bite it and then spit it out."

Mu Xingqiu's whip had already broken through Shen Geng's protective power, and the lake of the devil's state of mind was presented to him for the first time. Shen Geng's heart lake had already been stormy, as if countless twisted giants were competing for the heights. The illusion of mind was useless here.

Mu Xingqiu continued to tighten his whip and waited for a while before nodding to the bald man.

The bald man was overjoyed and rushed to Shen Geng, almost touching his nose with him, making a threatening growl, suddenly opened his mouth and bit Shen Geng's cheek.

This pain was no longer important to Shen Geng. The long whip on his neck became tighter and tighter. He felt difficulty breathing, and slowly even the inner alchemy was spinning slowly. He knew that he would become weaker and weaker if this continued, but he had no skills to cast spells and launched a Jedi counterattack several times, but as long as the power was dispersed, the whip would sink a little deeper and not give him a chance.

Mu Xingqiu was about to win, so he inspired more power. The lightning attached to the whip crackled, and one of them actually drove the bald bullets away.

The bald man turned around and flew back, spitting out a piece of flesh, "This is for Erliang." He did not dare to approach the whip, stared at Shen Geng's legs and ankles, and was about to take another bite for himself.

With a bang, the calm sky without wind and rain suddenly sounded thunder, and then a white spot appeared as if it was torn apart, rapidly expanding. A person jumped out of it.

The man was hundreds of feet away from the mountain and a colorful dragon rushed to the ground.

Mu Xingqiu almost thought that Shen Jixian, the first leader of the Five Elements Department, had arrived. When he found out that the target of the dragon was himself, he realized that the visitor was not good.

He couldn't take action.

Lan Binggu stretched out her right arm, rolled up her sleeves with her left hand, revealing a gem ring on her index finger with her right hand. She had been in the middle of the casual cultivator for a long time, and even the magic weapon was different from the Taoist dynasty. A white light shot out from the ring, turning into a lotus-shaped cloud in the air, holding up the colorful dragon.

"Which fellow Taoist is here uninvited? Come quickly." Lan Binggu shouted. She could accept the Taoist's arrogance, but she didn't even say hello and took action. That would not be possible.

The man in the air landed for a distance. He did not speak, and used spells to illuminate his face.

"Yang Baozhen!" The bald man recognized the face.

Yang Baozhen was relatively young, so Lan Binggu only knew her name and never saw her, so she smiled. However, she did not take back the spell. "Fellow Daoist Yang came so coincidental, you can see clearly. Your baby son's fighting with others was neither my instigation, nor I had interfered from beginning to end."

Yang Baozhen didn't speak, and her already cold and arrogant face was as stiff as an iron mask. She strengthened her magic power and the colorful dragon pressed down the clouds a little.

Lan Binggu made a quick judgment that she could fight Yang Baozhen, and the chance of winning was still very high, but it was not worth it. So she took the initiative to take Yun Duo back a little and said with a smile: "I am eager to save my son, and Taoist priests cannot avoid the common people. Fortunately, I did not leave my descendants, which saved me this concern. Why don't I give me a suggestion, Mu Xingqiu, let go of Shen Geng, fellow Taoist Yang, take Shen Geng away, don't do anything with me."

Yang Baozhen still didn't speak, but took back the colorful dragon.

Lan Binggu also stopped and said to Mu Xingqiu: "I am not your protector. If you don't let go of the whip, you can face the next challenge yourself."

Mu Xingqiu took back his whip, took a few steps back, and was on guard. He was not a fool, and he didn't want to be killed by Yang Baozhen. His only choice was to temporarily tolerate and wait for the decisive battle between Pangshan and Luanjingshan.

Shen Geng fell to the ground, pressing his hands on his throat and coughing and vomiting. He was not as weak as he could not stand, but he felt humiliated. He was a demon Taoist priest in the realm of Gu Xia, but he could not beat an ordinary Taoist priest in the realm of inhalation.

Lan Binggu raised his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, you can take the people away. You will also participate in the Chaos Cliff Meeting tomorrow, right?"

Yang Baozhen was not grateful at all. He reached out and sucked his son into the air, took him up to a high altitude, flew southwest, and soon disappeared.

"So you are a person who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong." The bald man said disdainfully.

Lan Binggu didn't care, but still looked at the sky, thought for a moment, and said softly: "There is always a flaw at a high altitude, and you must make up for it."

Mu Xingqiu picked up the whip, "It's not right for Yang Baozhen. It's not like her usual character. Why doesn't she speak? She can act freely. Why didn't she go to Duanliu City to protect the ancestor tower and Yangshen Peak? Shen Geng is inside."

Lan Binggu sneered, "Yang Baozhen also knew that it was already amazing to come to save his son. Si Mingding is one of the nine treasures of the Taoist dynasty. Controlling several Taoist priests is just a test."

Mu Xingqiu was shocked.

Lan Binggu looked at him, "You are a little better than I expected. Although you haven't convinced me yet, I want you to do me a favor, and maybe I will do you a favor after this."

"What's the busy thing?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"I invented a formation, and there is a small loophole that you need to fill. Tomorrow, I will use it to show Lian Haishan's strength to Luanjing Mountain." Lan Binghu smiled slightly, as if this was really just a small busy.
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