Zuo Liuying, who was pretending to be Yi Shijun, fell from the air, and Yang Qingyin rushed up and fired a ball of fire. Her original intention was not to kill Yi Shijun, but to take the opportunity to seriously injure him. After hearing so many rumors, she believed that the method of destroying one move and Zuo Liuying's first layer of ban was still not enough to make Yi Shijun lose his ability to resist.

She guessed it right, but she still underestimated the monster.

With a bang, the fireball hit Yi Shijun, and his body, which was exactly the same as Zuo Liuying, broke into pieces and exploded.

Yang Qingyin was stunned, and the Taoist priests and spirit demons on the ground were also stunned. Lao Chi even paused his feet and beat his chest, and was very sad. No matter whether it was Yi Shijun or Zuo Liuying, whether he was intentional to help or a casual work, he could restore the demon pill to its original state, Lao Chi would be grateful to him.

"Catch him!" Xiao Hao shouted.

This reminder is very strange. Wei Shijun has broken down. What else can I catch?

Mu Xingqiu is not good at making long-term plans, but in a critical moment, his mind is faster than anyone else, even faster than his own consciousness. He has not fully understood the true meaning of Xiao Hao's words, and he doesn't even know whether these three words come from the real Zuo Liuying. He has already made a move.

Mu Xingqiu did not test it, and instantly used all his strength to point the seventh level of illusion into the air.

Yang Qingyin was normal, and Santian's protection was perfect, making the illusion unobstructed, but right in front of her, something seemed to be approaching quickly. This thing was invisible with the naked eye and the sky, and could not be detected with ordinary spells. Only illusion could vaguely feel its existence.

It was like a breeze blew up from the ground, a breeze that was born and died, like a wild cat suddenly jumping out of a hidden corner.

Faced with this situation, most people will only stiffen their bodies. When they react, the wind has passed away and the cat only has its back. A very small number of people who have received strict training will not waste time observing what it is, but will directly draw their swords to face each other. Attack instead of defense.

Mu Xingqiu is one of the very few people, and his sword is about illusion.

The illusion grabbed what it felt.

This thing is very similar to the emotions of humans or demons, the only difference is that it has too much power.

Mu Xingqiu has used illusion art many times, and the emotions he comes into contact with are powerless to resist. Taoist priests or beast monsters can block illusion arts, but not emotions themselves, but spells and magic arts. They form a hard shell, making illusion arts unable to enter. As for emotions, remembering these things in their minds is still weak.

But this thing is different. It looks like emotions. It can be firmly grasped by illusion, but not controlled by it. It is like a slippery big fish shaking its strong and powerful tail.

Mu Xingqiu felt like a fisherman fishing quietly by the lake. He suddenly found that the fish float was sinking and immediately held the fishing rod tightly. The stronger the pulling force came from the line, the more excited he felt, because it meant he caught a big fish.

Sometimes the fish is too big and will even drag the angler into the water.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion technique caught a big fish, a huge fish, and the dragging force was so strong that Mu Xingqiu was pulled over and his neck almost broke because of this.

It was not until he was about to hit Yang Qingyin's face that Mu Xingqiu realized that it was not his body but his soul that was pulled over by that person.

The Taoist priests and the spirit demon could not see that strange thing. They did not find Mu Xingqiu's soul. They only saw Yi Shijun split into pieces, but no flesh and blood splattered.

"It's all wood and stones, and bones!" Xin Youtao exclaimed.

Yi Shijun's body had no flesh and blood at all, but a pile of wood, stone, bones, and horns. Each piece was very old and tattered, as if it was a waste picked up in the wilderness. Only that Taoist robe was real.

The Taoists were stunned. They all had eyes, but no one could see the magic of the fake Zuo Liuying.

"Be careful!" Xiao Qingtao shouted at Yang Qingyin in the air, because she stopped there and maintained the position of fireballs, and seemed to be no longer moving.

"What's wrong with Brother Xiaoqiu?" The bald man also screamed and flew around the stiff Mu Xingqiu.

One strange thing after another, the Taoist priests and the spirit demon suddenly panicked. Some wanted to fly to the sky to check Yang Qingyin, some wanted to run to Mu Xingqiu to help, and some guarded the four demon-invading Taoist priests who had not yet woken up after accepting the method of re-destruction...

"Don't move!" Xiao Hao's voice was still very tender, but the meaning of the command was very obvious. "This is true Zuo Liuying. He told everyone not to move, not to move his fingers."

"What's going on?" Xin Youtao leaned forward and was about to run towards Mu Xingqiu, but immediately stopped.

"The souls of Yi Shijun and Mu Xingqiu have penetrated into Yang Qingyin's mind. They may also drill into other people's minds later. No one should move. From now on, don't even say anything. Moving your body and soul will give Yi Shijun a chance to swallow his soul."

"That Brother Xiao Qiu..." The bald man became anxious.

"He has the help of illusion, it's okay." Xiao Hao closed his lips tightly, and he didn't even move his eyes. The bald man didn't move. He cherished everything he left.

The Taoist priest and the spirit demon were all full of doubts, but Xiao Hao said so seriously that no one dared to speak. The beast demon always raised one leg and didn't even dare to land on the ground at this time, and just stood with one leg on it.

The camp was quiet, with only the sound of the wind.

In the camp in the distance, other demons looked from afar and didn't dare to come over to check the situation.

Mu Xingqiu followed Yi Shijun into Yang Qingyin's mind, thinking that he would see a clear lake of mood again, but he was wrong and entered a wonderful space, a place he had never heard of or thought of.

There were white everywhere, the ground, walls, and ceilings. There was no white place, and there was no trace of shadow. At first glance, I couldn't even tell the difference between the upper, lower, left and right, as if there was an endless white plain. It was not until I was driven by Yi Shijun that Mu Xingqiu discovered the folding line in the corner.

The Yishijun is still invisible, and the same is true for Mu Xingqiu. This is his soul. He himself continues to cast spells in the same place and uses illusion to capture the Yishijun. The soul and the illusion are integrated into one, and it feels like he has grabbed something with his own hands.

Yi Shijun flew very fast, like a wild bird that had just been put into a cage, rising and falling, left and right, constantly struggling.

Mu Xingqiu refused to let go. He knew that as soon as he let go, Yi Shijun would disappear.

A moment later, Mu Xingqiu discovered something strange again. There was a person in the white room floating up and down, sitting in the middle of the room. From clothes to facial features and beards, all white were white, exactly the same as the wall. If it weren't for the Yishijun flying up and down, Mu Xingqiu wouldn't have noticed that there were two small holes that were actually nostrils...

This is obviously a corner of Yang Qingyin's mind, so why are there outsiders? Although she didn't see her eyebrows clearly, Mu Xingqiu must be very unfamiliar with this person. She had never seen him before.

Suddenly the cold wind was cold, Yi Shijun flew out of Yang Qingyin's mind and came to the outside world. Mu Xingqiu saw a group of Taoist priests and demons as stiff as statues. Taoist priests were not afraid of the cold, but now he felt cold, as if he was stabbed into his body by countless steel needles.

Mu Xingqiu still refused to let go.

Yi Shijun twisted even more intensely. He wanted to get rid of the burden behind him, but he seemed to have lost most of his abilities. He could not directly use magic on Mu Xingqiu's illusion and soul.

Exposing yourself to the outside is a torture. The air is too cold, the wind is too loud, and the sun is too dazzling, and everything is unbearable. The process of leaving your body and entering Yang Qingyin's mind is short. This time, Yi Shijun plans to stay outside.

Mu Xingqiu felt that he would not last long, and his soul wanted to return to his body, or any body.

There was a dark cloud covering the top of his head, and Yi Shijun was flying upwards. Mu Xingqiu saw that the shadow was not a dark cloud, but a big hand, and words like talismans flashed in his palm. He changed slowly, but he didn't recognize a single word.

This was Zuo Liuying's hand. He guessed it, and Yi Shijun must have guessed it too. He immediately changed the direction and got into another mind.

This mind obviously didn't like Taoist priests very much. Mu Xingqiu felt like he was hitting a hard wall. He thumped and was dizzy, but he still didn't let go and followed Yi Shijun in.

This is an empty room, a little old, with dust covered in the corners of the walls, and there should be no one inside, at least Mu Xingqiu didn't see it.

Yi Shijun did not stop and flew out, and the giant hand in the air approached a little, so Yi Shijun did not stop outside and continued to get into other people's minds.

With a bang, Mu Xingqiu bumped into him again.

After three or four consecutive collisions, Mu Xingqiu understood what was going on. Zuo Liuying quietly used magic to set up a net of heaven and earth. Yi Shijun's only way to escape was to hide in the mind of a Taoist priest or a demon clan, but he was dragging the soul of another person behind him, so he could not hide his whereabouts.

Yi Shijun wanted to get rid of illusions and souls, but by twisting, he often got into the minds of different demon clans. The demon clans were born with certain resistance to Taoist magic, which was that these resistances kept hitting Mu Xingqiu's soul like a wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Although the only soul that was hit was the collision, Mu Xingqiu could still feel the extremely real pain and dizziness. The taste was not pleasant at all. He was like being dragged behind him by a fierce horse, walking through the rubble and stones everywhere. The fierce horse could jump past, but he was frequently hit.

Yi Shijun's mind was filled with rooms, size, color, new and old. Some were empty, and some were living animals. Mu Xingqiu saw a lazy lizard, a huge spider, and a buzzing bird, which was strange because he knew that there were no such animals among the spirit demons.

But these animals are not as strange as the white strangers in Yang Qingyin's white room.

Mu Xingqiu soon lost the energy to think about these things. If the person who was hit by his real body, he would definitely be bruised and swollen now, and his head was full of big fuses. At this moment, he only had one thought left, and he would never let go and would never let Yi Shijun escape.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there may be no chance to trap Yi Shijun in the future.

Mu Xingqiu already understood why even the servants who lived with him day and night could not tell the appearance of Yi Shijun, because this monster had no appearance or even body.

He is a soul that can exist, the demon of soul.

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