The sky is blue, the sun is bright, the wind is very small, and occasionally some snow particles are rolled up. Everything is normal, but the humans and demons standing on the snow are not normal. They have been staying still for almost half an hour.

Xin Youtao has the inner elixir of the first level of Gu Xia, and can stand it motionless for a day. What made him feel itchy was that he knew nothing about the changes in the situation. He tried to speak several times but he held it back, feeling that he could not act more urgently than the demon clan.

Until he saw a piece of snow raised by the wind and hit the old man in his face, the tall beast monster didn't even blink, Xin Youtao suddenly realized that these demons were not more determined, but like Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, they would not move.

"Xiao Hao, what did Zuo Liuying say to you again?" Xin Youtao tried not to open his mouth and squeezed out a sound from his throat.

There were booing around, all of whom were stopping Xin Youtao from speaking. They felt something was wrong. Although they couldn't see it, they could feel a fierce battle going on beside them.

Xin Youtao breathed a little relieved, and the booed proved at least one thing. The Taoists were all fine. All the demons were fixed for no reason. As for why Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin didn't move, he didn't know, especially Yang Qingyin, who was still floating in the air, which meant that she was still casting spells, but she didn't even move her fingers, which seemed very strange.

After a while, the bald man couldn't help it. He couldn't feel the fighting atmosphere, "What the hell are we doing?"

Yes, what impact does the stillness have on the ongoing battle? Yi Shijun may not dare to swallow the soul of the Taoist priest at all. Everyone has the same doubts in their hearts, but they have never asked.

"I don't know." Xiao Hao didn't understand, so, "Zuo Liuying is very busy and has no time to talk to me, so wait."

The camp was quiet again. Not long after this time, Xiao Hao spoke again. The voice was very urgent, "Zuo Liuying said Yi Shijun might be transferred. He is looking for a devourable soul. Don't move. No matter what happens in the Niwan Palace, don't move, don't resist, just let it go."

"Transfer? Niwan Palace?" Xin Youtao felt that this didn't sound like a good thing.

There were boos around him again. Xin Youtao was a little annoyed and was about to say something, but a sudden buzzing sound in his ears. It seemed like a small insect flew in, or it seemed like the auditory hallucination of his sudden sitting and suddenly getting up. Then he felt dizzy.

Xin Youtao was startled, but he didn't move or resist. After a moment, his eyes went dark and felt like he was flying in the darkness, with the sound of wind whistling around him. He did not lose consciousness. He could not break free from the darkness, and just kept flying, flying...

Mu Xingqiu couldn't remember how many times he had been hit. Although the pain was still the same, he could bear it. Slowly, he could even see the demon guards like the wall. Occasionally, he could see cracks on the wall, immediately passing through the gap and avoiding a collision.

Yi Shijun is almost at a loss. He went in and out of the minds of more than 200 demons for more than ten times, but he still did not get rid of the burden behind him. The giant hand in the air was getting lower and lower. He was waiting for an opportunity to go, and as long as he made a slight mistake, he would fall into control.

That hand came from a Shintoshi, which was not as easy to deal with as Mu Xingqiu's soul.

It was at this time that Yi Shijun began to break into the Taoist Niwan Palace. His first target was Xin Youtao. He did not intentionally, but was a random choice.

None of the demon clan's minds are the same, but the Taoist priest's Niwan Palace is the same: a white room, with a white person hanging in the middle.

Mu Xingqiu was no longer hit by the wall. He followed Yi Shijun through the Niwan Palace of more than 60 Taoist priests. Slowly, only white was left in his eyes, unable to tell the difference between the real snow and the illusory room. He only knew that they had just crawled out when the cold wind was chilling.

Yi Shi Jun flew faster and faster, and Mu Xingqiu gradually felt distracted. The scene in front of him was too monotonous, enough to make the most alert person doze off.

A thunder sounded in the air, and Mu Xingqiu woke up suddenly, knowing that it was Zuo Liuying reminding him, and then he found that the distance between him and Yi Shijun seemed to be a little widening, and he almost let the demon soul slip away!

Mu Xingqiu blamed himself deeply and grabbed him tighter. In order to fight against these monotonous rooms, he began to work hard to find the difference between them.

The room is Niwan Palace, both humans and demons. They are like an isolated island in their minds. All consciousness is flowing, and only the Niwan Palace stands tall. The Niwan Palace of the demons has not been practiced, or the methods of cultivation are different, so they maintain their true colors. The rooms are different, and the Taoist practice methods are almost the same, so their Niwan Palace is almost the same: pure white, spotless, and a human figure is hanging in the middle.

But if you observe carefully, you can still see some subtle differences.

The room sizes are different, and it is difficult to make a comparison, but Mu Xingqiu still feels a little change, which becomes the most important basis for him to judge whether to enter another person's Niwan Palace.

Next, he found that the people in the room were different.

He could already see the human figure in the middle at a glance, white clothes, white skin, white hair, everything was white, even his eyes were white, and he could see the nostrils from certain angles. This was the most obvious feature, and there were slight differences in size and shape. Slowly, Mu Xingqiu could roughly see the facial features of these people, and finally confirmed that these people looked completely different, including men and women, old and young. If you want to talk about common characteristics, except for white, Mu Xingqiu could not recognize any of them.

After being unable to get rid of the tail behind him, Yi Shijun was a little panicked and began to rush around in the Niwan Palace of more Taoists, and Mu Xingqiu saw more differences.

Some people's Niwan Palace is very special. The room is still white, but there are many cracks on the walls and the human figure is not in the middle. After several times of entering and leaving, Mu Xingqiu understood that these people were Taoist priests who had accepted the method of re-destruction.

The Gan brothers were the first to receive the Dharma. Fifteen days have passed. Their Niwan Palace has the most cracks, and there is no trace of human form.

There was another room even more strange. Among all the Niwan Palaces, it was the only one that was black, like a deep pool, cold and solemn, bringing a strong sense of suffocation. Even Yi Shijun couldn't stand it and flew out immediately.

This is the Niwan Palace of Bald.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Shijun entered another room, which was white and had no cracks. As soon as he came in, Mu Xingqiu felt extremely comfortable. It seemed that he finally lay on his own bed after many days of trekking.

This is Mu Xingqiu's own Niwan Palace. Yi Shijun doesn't like it even more, so he immediately jumped out. Mu Xingqiu almost wanted to let go, but he made up his mind to follow him.

Although he just glanced at it in a hurry, Mu Xingqiu felt very strange. His Niwan Palace was very complete, without any cracks, and there was no human form inside.

Is human form the soul? Mu Xingqiu knows some knowledge of the Lantu Candle School and knows that the soul does not live in a certain part of the human body. Moreover, the souls of the Gan brothers still exist, and there is no human form in the Niwan Palace.

This is really a strange thing.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have time to think too much, and then he was dragged into another Niwan Palace.

The white room like all Taoist priests is flawless, but there is no human form here.

Mu Xingqiu did not feel a strong sense of comfort, so he was sure that this was not his Niwan Palace, and he did not expect that there were Taoists like him.

Bang! This sound was louder than any previous one.

But it was not Mu Xingqiu who was hit, but Yi Shijun. This uninhabited Niwan Palace trapped the intruders.

Yi Shijun was obviously surprised. For him, any Niwan Palace was an unprepared place and he had never encountered any obstacles.

He continued to fly, and ran into again. He flew again, but he still ran into again.

Yi Shijun flew around from up and down, left and right, with obstacles everywhere, and even the way in was blocked.

The white room grew rapidly. Its speed was faster than Yi Shijun's flight, and he could no longer hit the wall. Soon, there were mountains protruding under his feet. There were pavilions and towering pavilions around him, towering trees grew sizzling, and bright flowers and plants covered the ground in the blink of an eye, with rare beasts appearing in it.

Mu Xingqiu looked at a nearby tower and recognized it as the forbidden secret tower of the Old Pang Mountain.

This person's Niwan Palace actually transformed into the entire ancestor peak!

Mu Xingqiu found that he had a body again, holding a person's wrist tightly in his hand. The person was also taking shape quickly, still like Zuo Liuying.

Yi Shijun gave up his resistance, looked left and right, and nodded, "The Five Elements Water Illusion Technique is amazing, but there is a little loophole. Zuo Liuying, you forgot to turn out the air!"

After Yi Shijun said this, Mu Xingqiu immediately felt difficulty breathing. Not long after, he smelled the fresh air.

"Let me go." Yi Shijun said to Mu Xingqiu, looking up and down at him, "Do you have the blood of a donkey demon? You are so stubborn."

Mu Xingqiu still didn't let go. He was observing that the illusion was obviously sent by Zuo Liuying, but who belonged to this Niwan Palace?

Yi Shijun sighed, and suddenly turned into a wisp of clear smoke, flowing from Mu Xingqiu's palm, and then appeared on the head of a statue a hundred steps away. "Idiot, there are rules for illusions. As long as you follow the rules, you can cast spells. Now it's not you who traps me."

Mu Xingqiu snorted, instead of chasing, he turned around in the spot, looking for Zuo Liuying's figure. The illusion he created should be able to easily defeat Yi Shijun.

But Zuo Liuying seemed to think the timing was wrong and still didn't show up.

Yi Shijun jumped to the ground, carried his hands on his back, and wandered around. "Although he had eaten a few Taoist priests of Pangshan, their memories were not as perfect as illusions..."

"Have you eaten Taoist priest Pangshan?" Mu Xingqiu chased after him, not very much believing in Yi Shijun's words. If he had done this, Taoism would not have taken him seriously for a long time.

"Of course, the taste is pretty good, it's considered a top-notch among the Nine Daotongs." Yi Shijun pinched a precious flower on the side of the road, sniffed it, and threw it away casually, "You wonder why the Daotong didn't deal with me? Haha, that's because they never knew that the deaths of those people were related to me."

Yi Shijun turned into a big snake, his two eyes hanging in the air like a lantern, looking down at Mu Xingqiu, "Did you remember? I ate a Taoist priest Pangshan in this form. Of course, I only ate a little, but I benefited a lot."

The past is like an arrow flying from the dark, hitting Mu Xingqiu who was too embarrassed to defend. He suddenly remembered the past many years ago: robbing a bride, escaping, snake demon, Li Yuechi...

(I finally recovered, I'm sorry for delaying it for so long. I'll resume normal updates from tomorrow: around 8:30 am and around 6:30 pm.) (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
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