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Mu Xingqiu stood among a group of Shintoshi, feeling that he had accidentally entered someone else's dream, completely redundant, ignored by anyone, and could not understand everything that happened in the dream.

Twenty-three Shentao priests were talking in a sacred way. Mu Xingqiu could only act as a bystander, but they could not even see their appearance clearly. Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian also seemed blurred. Only Zuo Liuying was still clearly visible, but the handsome face had no expression. When occasionally blinking his eyes, it was obvious that this was really a living person.

This is a strange scene. Mu Xingqiu knew that the dispute between the Taoist priests must be very fierce, but what he saw, heard and felt was just a misty Taoist priest, the quiet fragrance of flowers and the gentle autumn wind. He thought that he would never be left here for no reason, so he activated his magic power to strengthen the protection of Santian.

At the beginning, Mu Xingqiu found no sign of spell invasion. When he used the illusion technique to detect outward, he discovered that the spells were just around the corner.

Note that the power of Shintoshi spells is reflected in all aspects, one of which is that the casting is more concealed. As long as they are willing, the spells can leave no traces. It will not be noticed until the body of the target is exposed. It is amazing that Mu Xingqiu can use illusion to discover the spells that are parked around him.

But these spells were still vague for Mu Xingqiu. He could not count how many spells he had. He could only guess that the twenty-three god-notes had probably taken action, but why did they not trigger them? Mu Xingqiu firmly controlled his illusion and did not dare to contact any spell. He kept increasing his mana until the illusion reached the seventh level, which was his limit.

Any kind of spell will cause some vibrations in the air. Mortals cannot notice it. They can only see colors and hear sounds. Taoists can judge the trajectory and power of the spell in advance through these vibrations. The sensitivity is closely related to their own level of cultivation. Mu Xingqiu used the inner alchemy of the fifth level of the star falling in the Niwan Palace, and could only detect extremely slight vibrations one foot away.

The illusion used to detect emotional changes can also greatly enhance the ability to feel spells. After being upgraded to the seventh level, Mu Xingqiu finally barely distinguished the blurred vibrations. There were a total of twenty-two spells, and only one Taoist priest did not cast a spell on him.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion cannot be concealed by the Taoist priests, but no one cares. The reason why the twenty-two magics were not triggered has nothing to do with Mu Xingqiu. Instead, the Taoist priests who issued the magic were afraid of each other and discussed with each other, and had not decided who would be the first one.

With the strength of the Shintoshi, the first spell to rush into the target's body can not only investigate Mu Xingqiu clearly, but also take away something, which is something that others cannot accept.

Mu Xingqiu could only detect the prototypes of these spells with all his strength. He knew that he could not stop any of them. The gap between star fall and attention was a gap. Mu Xingqiu could not understand this sentence in the past. Now he only saw the gap and still could not cross it.

Knowing that it was meaningless, Mu Xingqiu still refused to give up resistance and continued to keep the illusion on the seventh level, using the deer's newborn antler horns against twenty-two pairs of fangs.

If it weren't for the addition of the 23rd spell, Mu Xingqiu would have been defeated in this confrontation with great strength. The last spell suddenly came. He did not comply with the compromises and stalemates that other spells had reached. He went out and directly collided with Mu Xingqiu's illusion.

If someone outside watches, he will only feel that the flower hall is too quiet at this time. There is no change at all, but at the spell level, it is already in chaos. The other twenty-two spells are unable to defend themselves and lose their initiative. They react very quickly and immediately move forward together to prepare to defeat the unruly spell.

Mu Xingqiu's resistance lasted for a short while and almost summoned the Frost Soul Sword. A voice suddenly rang in his mind, "Believe me."

Who do you believe? This is not a real voice, so naturally there is no personal characteristics such as tone, tone, etc. Mu Xingqiu has no way to distinguish the identity of the speaker. He was slightly stunned and guessed who the person was, so he accepted the other party's request - handing over control of the Illusion of Mind and Heart.

It was still his inner alchemy that was emitting mana power, and it was still his mana that maintained the illusion of mind, but Mu Xingqiu gave up further control of the illusion, and its scope, direction, target, etc. were all controlled by another person.

Except for Zuo Liuying, who has such ability? Although he is a god-oriented priest, he only spent a month observing Mu Xingqiu's illusion every day, knowing it as if he had learned it once.

It is still the seventh level of illusion, which is handed over to Zuo Liuying, but its power is very different. Mu Xingqiu has been working hard to improve his level of cultivation. He has learned very few magical weapons and weapons, but he can only go straight and do not understand the skills of moving around.

Wu Xuan and Zuo Liuying's spells merged into one, turned around and rushed into the twenty-two spells, rushing back and forth, but did not really fight against any spell. They always retreated at once, and the direction was as scattered as a dizzy fly, but the Shintoist priests couldn't catch it.

The pattern of twenty-two spells moving in unison was instantly broken. At first, they all wanted to catch up with the illusion, and soon began to suspicion with each other. Although they did not fight openly, they had secret fights, unintentional blocking, and more and more pushing.

This is a strange battle that Mu Xingqiu had never experienced and was not qualified to experience. He was like a puppet controlled by a master, making an action that was the same as a living person. This battle greatly expanded Mu Xingqiu's horizons. The originally blurred spells gradually became clear. He could even distinguish which spells were in the same group and which spells were more intense.

The first thing he recognized was the spell of the master Pangshan, Yang Yannian. The spell itself had no characteristics, but among the many spells, it was the only one who was alone, who was at a disadvantage in the melee and had to retreat a little.

There are two other spells that are particularly interested in attacking Mu Xingqiu himself. They made several breakthroughs, but were stopped by other spells. Mu Xingqiu guessed that these two spells belonged to Taoist Yashan. Because of the sword-washing pool and the death of Zhao Zhijin, Yashan was particularly interested in his "secret".

The melee did not last long. Mu Xingqiu was lucky enough to see the battle scene of the Taoist priest Zhushi. Although no one used his full strength, it was enough to make him ashamed. The changes in these spells were too many and too fast. In comparison, Taoist priest Xingluo was like a soldier holding a charge, while the Taoist priest was a street gangster who could only wave sticks.

Zuo Liuying created this melee, and stopped when he was about to get better, and did not give other Taoists a chance to unite against him. He took Mu Xingqiu's illusion to jump out of the battle group and came to a brand new field.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu found that everything around him had changed. He felt like he was hit by a stick, and Venus sky appeared in front of him, but when he looked closely, these Venus all had specific meanings.

Mu Xingqiu finally saw what the so-called "Shenyou" is like a way of talking. He once spoke in front of the Shinto priests, but he just stood outside the door for the other party to watch. He did not enter the room at that time and did not get an intuitive impression of Shenyou.

The language that makes sound is not very useful in the realm of sacred travel, only accounts for 20% or 30%. It is more of a vivid scene and rigid text, scattered everywhere in a mess, for everyone to view at will.

Every Shintoshi can release a large number of scenes and words at the same time. In this way, the information they express dozens of times as much as a simple voice. Only Shintoshi can accept so many things at the same time. What Mu Xingqiu saw was only a small part of it. When he wanted to see it clearly one by one, more information came.

Here, Mu Xingqiu is as clumsy as Zhang Xianger and Shen Cunyi who are learning boxing. He can only keep up with 30% or 40% of the progress with all his strength. He has to give up a lot of information, follow the scenes and words that come first, and then turn them into languages ​​that he can understand.

The Shintoshi were shocked and dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's intrusion and immediately protested to Zuo Liuying.

"Take him out!"

"This is a realm of divine travel, and you cannot enter unless you pay attention to the divine Taoist priests."

"Zuo Liuying, you've done too much."

In order to express these words, the Taoist priests of the Notes not only make sounds, but also a large number of written records and scenes. They are agreements and regulations of the Taoist dynasty, and Mu Xingqiu will never see it in the ordinary version of "Qiankun Ding".

Zuo Liuying made only a voice, "You want to know if there are more secrets hidden in this Taoist priest. I brought him, you can check it out at will. This is fairer than just breaking into his mind."

"The Taoist priest has the right to do this!" A Taoist priest gave a lot of evidence.

"Mu Xingqiu's realm is not enough, and he has already withdrawn from the Taoist throne, so he is not qualified..."

The scene, words and sounds faded quickly, and the realm of Divine Travel quickly became empty. Zuo Liuying let go of the illusion, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the real world.

The appearances of the twenty-three Shintoshi priests became clear, with different heights, fatness, thinness, old, young, handsome and ugly. The only thing they have in common is that most of them are angry.

"Zuo Liuying, have you really decided?" Grandmaster Pang Shan Yang Yannian asked coldly.

"I think what I meant was clear." Zuo Liuying said calmly.

"You are the leader of the Ban Secret Department. I do not allow you to be a protector for a person who is neither a Taoist priest of the Ban Secret Department nor a disciple of Pangshan." The controversy has ended, and Yang Yannian directly gave the final decision.

"Mu Xingqiu is about to transform into a demon. You should be a protector for him. If you reveal many secrets of Taoism..." Another Taoist priest from the temple said loudly, "No, absolutely not."

"These problems are easy to solve." Zuo Liuying was still calm. "If I leave Pangshan, I will no longer be subject to the precepts; if I voluntarily remove relevant memories, I will not reveal my secrets."

Mu Xingqiu was still just a bystander, but he could feel the stormy waves caused by Zuo Liuying.

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