The Taoist priest Zhao Zhijin of Yashan Xingluo was angry.

The Taoist's heart is as calm as a thousand-year-old lake, reflecting all things without being moved. However, the still lake water is composed of pride, which can reflect the changes of the wind and clouds, but cannot withstand the interference of a fallen leaf. The Taoist's heart always gives crazy revenge for those invaders who dare to cross the boundary and directly touch the lake water.

Mu Xingqiu once used illusionism to penetrate into the hearts of others' Taoist priests, but the lake of mind of these people had already been surging. He was just adding fuel to the fire. This time it was completely different. He did not use illusionism, nor did he think about entering the other party's mood. He just simply defeated a Taoist priest in Xinglu.

The whip attached to the lightning compressed the dragon of ice and fire into a ball of red and white, and there was no sign of the dragon's appearance. It looked like a frog that was caught by breath, only one foot away from the master's palm, and it became bigger and bigger.

"Impossible." Zhao Zhijin's voice still sounded calm, but it was full of unquestionable majesty than ever, "You are at the most smoking swallowing realm."

Mu Xingqiu had no intention of having a verbal dispute. He knew what his strength was: the gift given to him by the young demon, the white upper inner alchemy had reached the level of the fifth level of Starfall.

Even if all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world is gathered into a human body, it is impossible to raise an inner elixir from inhalation to starfall within eight days, unless it is already in this realm. This is the case with the white inner elixir. It was originally the fifth level of starfall. In order to prevent it from condensed in the air, it was wrapped in a layer of powerful ban. Mu Xingqiu's eight-day retreat only removed this layer of ban and restored it to its original appearance.

He has the inner alchemy of the fifth level of Xinglou, which allows him to not only steadily use the seventh level of illusion, but also double the power.

Mu Xingqiu is now very sure that the illusion of mind still needs to be based on inner alchemy, but it played a trick: the practitioner can reach a higher level of illusion in advance beyond the level of inner alchemy. Thus, he gains great confidence and becomes more obsessed with illusion, but this higher level illusion is an illusion. The practitioner has not obtained all the power of illusion.

Mu Xingqiu was able to steadily cast the fifth level of illusion with the seventh level of inhalation, which had reached the limit. His strength at that time was only just reaching the level of the first level of swallowing smoke. With the support of the fifth level of Xingluo inner alchemy, he was able to steadily cast the seventh level of illusion and exert most of its power.

The seventh level of illusion is nominally equivalent to the God of Inscription, but he is still a bit far apart. The gap between the star falling from the God of Inscription is too big, and the inner alchemy of the fifth level of the star falling cannot carry the seventh level of illusion flying over.

For Zhao Zhijin, this is an absolute suppression.

People usually choose not to believe things of unknown origin. Zhao Zhijin does not believe that this power is stronger than himself, and thinks that something must have happened. This mistake lies with the Taoist priest inhaling on the opposite side.

"Zuo Liuying! What trick did he use on you?" Zhao Zhijin gradually couldn't control his calmness and blamed Zuo Liuying for everything. This was the only reason he could understand.

The only reason why Mu Xingqiu did not kill him was that he did not want to see the Taoist priest die in his hands. He was sure to win and determined the life and death of the enemy. He turned his head and looked at Shen Jiyi, "Leave the bald man to me."

The person who endured the lightning whip was Zhao Zhijin. Shen Jiyi empathized with it. In a very short time, the expression on his face changed from ecstasy to shock, confusion and distortion. In the face of Mu Xingqiu's request, he hesitated.

"Go together." Liao Huayuan, another Taoist priest in Yashan, was not so shocked. He had just been knocked down by Mu Xingqiu and was not hurt at all. Therefore, he thought that the other party's strength was not too exaggerated. "Don't let his illusion be deceived."

Xin Youtao's expression became more and more excited. The more stress Mu Xingqiu's powerful skills put on the enemy, the more confidence he gave him, immediately summoned out a huge helmet, automatically put it on his head, spread his arms, and exposed the paper talismans full of hands, "I want to fight one of three. Don't forget that there is me. Taoist Bai, where are you standing?"

Bai Qing was at a loss. She still didn't fully understand what the two sides were fighting for, and just fought for a head. She couldn't believe that this was something the Taoist priests could do. Mu Xingqiu's magic also shocked her, even more shocked than Zhao Zhijin and Shen Jiyi, because she had already made a high judgment for Mu Xingqiu, but the result was still underestimated.

"I, I...you stop first and tell me what's going on?"

Ouyang Luo ran over and stood beside Xin Youtao. The magic sword in his hand turned into a golden dragon several feet long, "I'm standing on your side."

A casual cultivator had better help than Wu. Xin Youtao still nodded gratefully and then said to Bai Qing: "Didn't you see it yet? This is a trap set by Yashan to kidnap... Tu Zi and Mu Xingqiu, if you want to say who colludes with the demon clan, it must be these three Yashan Taoists."

Xin Youtao didn't understand why Yashan valued a head, so he could only make ambiguous words.

Bai Qing frowned and looked at Zhao Zhijin and Shen Jiyi in confusion, not completely believing Xin Youtao's words.

The magic ripples generated by the collision of spells became stronger and stronger. With a puff, the prohibition that enveloped everyone was broken. The roars and footsteps of the demon giants suddenly became louder, as if in their ears, they had already discovered the general whereabouts of the Taoist priests, and were rapidly narrowing the encirclement.

Shen Jiyi was even more panicked. He grabbed the bald man's hair bun with one hand and took out the special small bronze mirror with the other. He just needed to cancel the spell attached to the head, and the bald man could restore his freedom.

Zhao Zhijin burst out at this moment. His Taoist heart and pride did not allow the plan to fail, nor did he allow himself and Yashan to lose their reputation. "Yashan vowed not to be with the demon!"

The sound was like thunder. Xin Youtao couldn't help but lower half of it, his face changed, and he didn't dare to accuse Taoist Yashan for colluding with the demon clan.

While speaking, Zhao Zhijin used all his magic power and forced the lightning whip to retreat three or four feet away. Then he gave up resisting and several magic weapons flew out of his hand. Each of them was not Mu Xingqiu, but a few people watching.

Countless voices gathered together, and the lightning whip hit Zhao Zhijin, but Shen Jiyi and others disappeared, and even the scattered cultivator Ouyang Lu was no exception.

Zhao Zhijin casts a spell to transfer everyone, leaving only himself and Mu Xingqiu. He just suffered a severe injury, but a smile appeared on his face.

The mountains were filled with unclean air, and no teleportation method could go too far. Mu Xingqiu knew that Xin Youtao and Bald were not far away, but he still walked towards Zhao Zhijin, "Do you want to be a prisoner of the demon clan? Or follow me?"

Zhao Zhijin looked down and saw that there was no wound in the place where the whip hit on his chest. Mu Xingqiu retracted most of his mana at the last moment, but he was still unwilling to kill the Taoist priest.

"Hey." Zhao Zhijin sneered. The body was not injured, which did not mean that he was intact. The three dantians of the Taoist priest had the power of protection produced by the fundamental hidden method. However, his central dantian Jiang Palace lost this layer of protection. The fury of the Taoist priest's heart made the protection reveal a flaw and it was shattered.

At this time, they looked up and could see the figures of five demon giants. They were rushing around in the forest. A hot red light shot out from the sockets without eyes. They were searching for the target. Soon they could find two little people on the ground.

"Why do Yashan want to be bald?" Mu Xingqiu still couldn't understand this strange thing.

"You knowingly ask, do you want to create a memory and hand it over to various Taoist priests to prove your innocence? I will not be fooled, and I will not be fooled again." Zhao Zhijin emphasized the word "re" in particular, and even gritted his teeth when he spitted out this word. He still remembered Zuo Liuying's playfulness freshly.

"I will not hand over any of my memories to anyone." Mu Xingqiu also emphasized the word "re". "I also have my own secret."

"Haha, yes, you have a secret. The secret that cannot be told is not that stupid. They will ask you to hand over all the memories, not a certain paragraph." Zhao Zhijin shook for a moment, "Yashan wanted that demon head to wash the sword pool."

"Sword Washing Pool?" Mu Xingqiu's memory was awakened suddenly. Feng Ruhui, Du Fangfeng, a drop of blood on the magic text scroll, but that matter had been resolved. The water from the sword Washing Pool had been sent back to Yashan without leaving a drop. The magic text scroll was destroyed in Luanjing Mountain. His heart skipped a beat. Two people destroyed the magic text scroll, one was the little demon Feiba, and the other was the bald man.

"Don't pretend to be confused." Zhao Zhijin showed disdain and suddenly changed his tone again. "No, you are really confused, because you really don't know how Zuo Liuying could tell you such an important thing? You are just a chess piece in his hand."

"Is the sword washing pool still not complete?"

"It is getting weaker." Zhao Zhijin said hatefully, as if it was his own, his beloved, Yashan's hope. "We concealed this news and pretended to know nothing, and were normal to clean the Taoist priests because we knew the enemy was hiding in the dark, but we didn't know who the enemy was at that time. Then I remembered the only blood stain that had been taken out of Qishan, and concluded that all the problems were on you, but you were in Luanjing Mountain, but you left your head with you. This is a trick. The foundation of Pangshan has been destroyed, but Luanjing Mountain has not. With their protection, Yashan cannot pull you out."

The first giant had approached, and two red lights shot towards the target. Mu Xingqiu raised his arm, and two lightnings blocked the attack. His eyes were still on Zhao Zhijin's face, "Stop talking."

"We found out that a little demon had worked hard to find him and took away all his memories. So we guessed that there was a drop of water in the sword wash pool hidden in his head. He was even more powerful than the water thief at the beginning. He was constantly absorbing the power of the sword wash pool."

"Where are Feiba, you killed him?"

Zhao Zhijin was stunned, not understanding why Mu Xingqiu cared about a little demon. "Killing him will dirty my hands. He was locked up, but he was not important at all. He only got the useless half of the magic scroll, and the half stained with blood was chewed in the demon's head in his mouth."

"You have already taken back the blood drops on the scroll."

"This is also a trick. You... no, it was Zuo Liuying. We used this trick to deceive the Nine Daotong, especially Yashan. We were really happy for a while. Until the water in the pool could not recover and even weakened, we realized that we were fooled. This was Zuo Liuying's trick, but he was too smart and did not expect that we had seen through his disguise. The head would be sent back to Yashan. This time we would integrate it into the sword washing pool and would not give Zuo Liuying any chance!"

Mu Xingqiu still had many doubts in his heart, but all the five demon giants arrived, and he couldn't continue asking, "You won't die. If you suspect Zuo Liuying, then confront him in person."

Mu Xingqiu turned around, and the lightning on his whip was blooming rapidly like a flash of cereus, facing five huge enemies.

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