The giant cloud-shaped hand in the air became a solid body, and the speed of descent became faster and faster. It smashed the secret tower, swept away the flowers, plants and trees on the ground, scared away several phoenix birds and the king birds, and then grabbed the two people on the ground.

The palms were closed, but the two men became one.

This person's appearance is exactly the same as Mu Xingqiu, but the smile on his face was a bit proud and evil. He raised his head and said to the sky, "I have to admire myself, and I came up with such an idea in an instant."

Without force, his palm slowly rose to the sky.

Yi Shijun laughed, "It seems that you know me quite well. You actually know that letting these little bugs stand still, leaving my soul-chewing nowhere to display. I must have made a little aggressive over the years and attracted the attention of Tao Tong. Have you investigated me specifically? Alas, I should continue to disappear, but the complete golem is really too attractive. Tao Tong's tactics against the demons are too unexpected to me, so I have to show up."

The palm stopped rising, Zuo Liuying's face appeared in the blue sky, and he could speak in his own fantasy, "Your origin."

"Haha, can't even see my origin even by the famous Zuo Liuying? No wonder, you are only a few hundred years old and are too young, and you can't mature much more than Mu Xingqiu. Don't care about my origin, but think about how to solve the problem in front of you."

Zuo Liuying didn't speak, Yi Shijun's expression was correct. Even so, there was still a bit of evil spirit on his face, indicating that he was not the real Mu Xingqiu. "I just came to taste the taste of the soul, but it blended with the soul of an ordinary female Taoist priest, not pure enough. I had to use your image to deceive Mu Xingqiu and let him perform the magic Dharma and separate the soul. But after being seen through, what can I do? I had to withdraw. If I couldn't get a blow, I would never try it again, so..."

"You want me to let you go?"

"No. You want me to let Mu Xingqiu go." Yi Shijun blinked, "He is very important, especially to you, right? You have been paying attention to him over the years, and I have long surpassed the importance that Taoist priests should pay to ordinary Taoist priests. I know everything."

The giant hand tightened a little, "I follow him because he is worth paying attention. If he falls into your trap like this, it means that my expectations are wrong. Why continue to pay attention to him?"

"Your requirements are really high." Yi Shijun curled his lips, "It seems that I have to change my approach... I have it. Since you don't care about Mu Xingqiu, why are you reluctant to attack me?"

"I want to find out your origin and all your memories."

"Wow, your appetite is as high as your requirements." Yi Shijun frowned, as if he was thinking hard to find a way out. After a while, his brows unfolded. "When it comes to memory, Mu Xingqiu had a very interesting thing in his mind. An old woman named Lan Binggu actually said that you almost fell into a devil when you were eighteen years old, and your parents died because of this, so you have always maintained your 18-year-old appearance. Is it because of guilt, self-blame, or memorial?"

The giant hand raised up a distance again, and the light flashed in Zuo Liuying's eyes, "In the first battle, I saw through your magic. Let your body and soul separate, I won and you lose. The second battle is compared with illusion, you slow down time. Seize Mu Xingqiu's soul, I won and you lose. Let's have the last decisive battle."

"What's this time? This Niwan Palace is obviously more friendly to you and is not fair to me."

"Memory." Zuo Liuying sent the little man in her hand to her right eye, "Whoever can seize all the other party's memories will win the final battle. Isn't that fair?"

"Very fair, little Taoist, you are the first person to take the initiative to challenge my soul, you can be proud of it." Yi Shijun began to change his appearance, from Mu Xingqiu to Zuo Liuying, and then to various human and demon images. The closer to Zuo Liuying's eyes, the faster it changes.

Yi Shijun entered Zuo Liuying's eyes, like a stone thrown into a deep pool that had been stationary for thousands of years. The ripples rose slightly and disappeared immediately, and everything returned to normal. Zuo Liuying's giant hand and head disappeared, the blue sky and white clouds gradually diluted, the Laozu Peak was pushed down and flattened like a paper-paste toy, towering trees turned into lines, plants, trees, birds and beasts were stunned, like mud statues washed by heavy rain.

The illusion disappeared, and the white empty room returned to normal.

At the same time, more than 60 Taoist priests and more than 200 demons all woke up. They all experienced a long flight of night and suddenly returned to the sunny and snowy sky. They all felt their eyes tingling and their bodies were tired. The old bump, who stood on one leg, could no longer hold on and sat down on the snow with a plop.

"I'm so tired, it's even more tired than digging another deep hole. Who wants to swallow my soul? Let him go, as long as he doesn't mind that I haven't taken a shower in ten years."

No one swallowed the soul of the beast monster, and he always gasped, and it looked like he was not in danger of life.

Jincu stretched out, then soared into the sky and fell heavily, smashing a big pit on the snow. He felt angry, his body full of power with nowhere to vent, "Who is the enemy? Where is the enemy?"

Xiao Wei moved her limbs and yawned, "It should be fine, I can move."

Xin Youtao breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head hard, "Don't you think it's dizzy and heavy, as if he had just landed on the ground after flying for ten days and ten nights."

All humans and demon races have similar feelings, which is especially abnormal for Taoists.

Yang Qingyin woke up the last time and forgot that she was still floating in the sky. She fell down suddenly and was caught by Xiao Qingtao. She immediately jumped up and walked to Mu Xingqiu, "You actually got into my mind again, and she still brought...hey, why don't you talk?"

Except for the four Taoist priests who had not yet woken up to accept the method of re-destruction, Mu Xingqiu was the only person in the camp who was stiff and motionless.

The bald man hung above Yang Qingyin's head, stretched out a strand of hair and shook it in front of Mu Xingqiu's eyes a few times. "Brother Xiaoqiu seems to have entered my mind, I want to keep him, but there is a rude guy next to Xiaoqiu and he hates it...Brother Xiaoqiu!"

The Taoist priest and the spirit demon surrounded him. The battle just now had exceeded their understanding. He could only vaguely guess what was going on, but he couldn't tell who won and who lost, and whether it was over.

"Where is Zuo Liuying? He should be nearby, right?" Yang Qingyin asked.

"Well, Zuo Liuying and Yi Shijun are still fighting, but they don't know where they are going." Xiao Hao was the only person who talked to Zuo Liuying, so he knew a little more.

"But why didn't Brother Xiaoqiu wake up yet? Is he helping Zuo Liuying beat Yi Shijun?" The bald man leaned closer to Mu Xingqiu's face, a little worried.

"Maybe. I seemed to see Mu Xingqiu and the strange Shijun talking in a strange place, and then...and... it was so strange that the two suddenly became one person. I can't remember it." Xiao Hao shook his head, his face full of confusion, "I feel like I've grown ten years old all of a sudden."

No one could understand Xiaohao's words, and even she herself was in vain.

Gan Zhiquan was the first to discover an abnormality, "Look, golem..."

The tall golem stood in the middle of the camp, and his heart stopped beating. He was covered with black silver armor, which looked unchanged, but after a while, he would find that there seemed to be light passing through the armor. The light appeared more and more frequently, crisscrossing, as if someone was holding a glowing sword and chopping it inside.

Yang Qingyin suddenly reacted, flew to the top of the golem's head, and dismantled the armor on the upper body of the golem in two or two seconds.

The golem's left chest was still hanging with a heart, but the color was dim and wrinkled. It could no longer beat.

Nearly three hundred pairs of eyes were not concerned with the heart, but the lifelike body of the golem, covered with cracks, just under their gaze. The cracks were still increasing, as if an invisible knife was scratching it.

"Zuo Liuying and Yi Shijun are in the golem." Xin Youtao said in surprise.

"Where is Brother Xiao Qiu?" The bald man flew to the right chest of the golem and pressed it on it for a while. A crack happened to pass by his ears. He was startled, "I can hear nothing."

I can't hear anything, this is what Mu Xingqiu feels at this moment.

He was standing on a street. The broken bluestone pavement was narrow and straight, with shops and houses on both sides. There were not many pedestrians, and they were busy, turning a blind eye to him and making no sound.

Mu Xingqiu felt that the scenery in front of him was very familiar. The Taoist priest had a memory that was far beyond ordinary people. He believed that as long as he tried hard to recall, he would always remember what this place was.

But he couldn't remember it until an old man came to give him a reminder.

The old man was in his sixties, bent down to carry his back, holding a simple crutch in his hand, pointing at Mu Xingqiu, saying something, but there was no sound at first, but it suddenly became louder after a while, "Mild Monkey, why are you running here in broad daylight? Do you want to steal someone's wife again?"

"Grandpa Zhang." Mu Xingqiu murmured, suddenly awakening, this is the illusion of Yelin Town.

Who created the illusion, Yi Shijun or Zuo Liuying? Mu Xingqiu was confused. He was about to take a closer look at the appearance of his hometown when he suddenly realized that he was growing taller quickly. Grandpa Zhang looked up at him in surprise.

"Run! Run!" Mu Xingqiu screamed, not knowing whether his voice had been made. In short, people on the street began to run around and he saw many familiar figures.

Mu Xingqiu remembered that he was swallowed by Yi Shijun in the illusion of the Old Ancestor Peak, so he was also created by Yi Shijun.

Mu Xingqiu looked down and saw a thick snake body.

A crisp sound of hoofs came from a distance, and a unicorn ran over from the opposite side, which looked very similar to a flea, but not it.

Zuo Liuying came to challenge him, and he broke into Yi Shijun's memory, but the first scene he saw belonged to Mu Xingqiu.

"You are me, I am you. Let's defeat the little Taoist priest who is overestimating one's own ability."

The voice of Yi Shijun sounded in Mu Xingqiu's mind.

The snake body was winding forward, and Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but follow him. He thought he had to do something and could not be controlled by the enemy. Yi Shijun was obviously using him as a shield so that Zuo Liuying dared not attack with all his strength.

What can he do? He can only use illusions in the illusion, but his illusion of mind is too weak, and he cannot compare with Yi Shijun and Zuo Liuying.

He has to find out his strengths. Zuo Liuying is good at creating things, Yi Shijun can control time, and what is his expertise in the illusion of mind?

Looking at the panicked residents of Yelin Town on the street, Mu Xingqiu finally found the answer: people's hearts.

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Chapter 565: Challenge the strange master:

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