Mu Xingqiu had just raised his fist, when Zhou Qi rolled his eyes and looked at him coldly. The palm of his hand holding Yi Shijun's soul suddenly clenched, and a slight crisp sound came from it, like a beetle being pinched flat.

Just in the midst of breathing, Zhou Qi captured the soul from the little demon's body and destroyed it.

Mu Xingqiu's chance was lost like this. Perhaps the opportunity never existed. Zhou Qi is a Taoist priest who is at the fourth level of the God. He will never leave his soul without any defense.

"Where is Yi Shijun?" Zhou Qi asked.

Mu Xingqiu should be frightened by this, but he smiled, "What you are holding is an irrelevant soul of Yi Shijun. The memories inside are enough to make you stuff your teeth, right?"

Yi Shijun's crow's original soul was imprisoned by Zuo Liuying once, and he never took any risk. Most of his soul was in the golem, but he had many caves, and of course he also had hidden spare souls.

Once this soul dies, all the souls are dead. The soul is cleared, but this soul is not affected. Zhou Qi found and killed such a soul. He only had a small part of the memory of Yi Shijun, and Zhou Qi could not find any answer to the question.

"Maybe I should look for clues from you. Yi Shijun, like Zuo Liuying, both value you very much."

Zhou Qi didn't care about ridicule at all. He didn't care about Mu Xingqiu, thinking that this was just a puppet, but there would be traces of the manipulator on the puppet. His eyes dimmed, and he wanted to use the mind control technique to seize Mu Xingqiu's memory.

Mu Xingqiu was still holding his fist, but his head seemed to be shot through by an arrow, and the pain penetrated into his bone marrow. The already broken inner alchemy seemed to be slashed again. The pain was like an eagle rising from the canopy of the tree, flying higher and higher, and still not stopping after passing through the clouds...

It hurts, and Mu Xingqiu's will also fly up, wanting to surpass the pain. Even if he can't stop it, he must soar above it to keep a line of tranquility in his mind. He still remembers what he was going to do, so he raised his fist and smashed it down like a falling mountain.

Mu Xingqiu has lost most of his control over his body and can only make extremely simple moves. He doesn't even know how much power this punch has used, but he puts all his hopes on it.

Can fists kill the Beshen Taoist? Mu Xingqiu believes that this has never happened, but what can this happen? Even if only one finger is left to move, he will point at the enemy.

Zuo Liuying always predicts things like a god. Yi Shijun always prepares countless moves, but Mu Xingqiu always moves forward bravely. He also intends to cultivate new leaders and future power, but that is not something he is really good at.

His strength and ability are his strengths when he is the most unlikely and hopeless.

Even Zuo Liuying could no longer enter his brain casually, and even more so, a demon-written Taoist priest could not.

Mu Xingqiu felt that he just punched him gently, as if a feather was brushing across his cheek, but that was not the case.

Zhou Qi, the first director of the Wangshan Ban Secret Department, lived for more than 1,100 years, and was not a viviparous root like Zuo Liuying. He was not a mediocre person. When he first knew how to walk, he was trained as a senior Taoist priest. Not to mention fists, even mosquitoes could not touch his body.

But this punch hit Zhou Qi's unprepared face hard. How could he be prepared? The Taoist priest who was attacked by the mind control technique should temporarily lose consciousness. Not to mention swinging the fist, he would not even have the idea of ​​swinging the fist.

Generally speaking, Taoist priests in the Pushing God cannot use the mind control technique on Taoist priests in Xingluo. However, since Mu Xingqiu spit out the inner elixir of the lower dantian, the fundamental method of escaping has disappeared and has lost the most basic power of the Three Fields to protect. Although the inner elixir in the Niwan Palace is at the fifth level of the Xingluo, it was not cultivated by himself and does not have the ability to resist Taoist priests in the Pushing God's mind control technique.

Zhou Qi knew all this, so he was fearless.

The more urgent he was to find clues from Mu Xingqiu's mind, the more accident the punch caused.

The Shintoshi tilted his head, and his consciousness returned to his body, and he brought nothing back, but he felt a strange feeling in his mouth. After thinking for a while, he realized that this was pain. He had never felt this way since the end of infancy.

Zhou Qi raised his hand and wiped it on the corner of his mouth. Seeing a piece of blood stained with his fingers, he was a little puzzled. His blood was actually no different from that of ordinary mortals.

Mu Xingqiu recovered all control over his body, "If you want clues, ask me and don't enter my head casually."

Zhou Qi was still staring at the blood on his fingers. In his more than a thousand years of practice, he had never learned how to be angry, nor did he know how to deal with an unexpected blow. These things were impossible to happen to him. He could understand Yi Shijun's cunning and soul-dividing trick, but he could not accept the punch he was hit on his face.

Zhou Qi stretched out his blood-stained hand, very slowly, but Mu Xingqiu couldn't dodge, and he was fixed again, and he was even more secure, and he couldn't even move his eyes.

The palms strangled Mu Xingqiu's throat, and Zhou Qi's calm eyes gradually burned like fire. A handful of smooth long beards turned into an iron brush, with one another standing, as if an arrow about to be shot out.

"The Demon Lord's Dharma makes me omnipotent." Zhou Qi paused word by word, and the magic power in his hand also increased. He wanted to let the other party understand that he could enter the minds of ordinary people at will.

As a Shintoshi, this is the first time he has strangled a person's throat with his hands. He has to do so, but using magic to kill Mu Xingqiu, unable to relieve the anger in his heart.

The Shintoshi was angry. The charcoal that had never been burned was still charcoal. Being possessed by the devil made the charcoal drier and more flammable. Anger also brought pleasure. Zhou Qi was experiencing this strange pleasure. He had to squeeze Mu Xingqiu's life bit by bit, just like a child licking the candy he had finally begged for his mother to buy.

The arrogant magic power rushed into Mu Xingqiu's meridians, and wherever he passed was unscrupulously destroyed, but he deliberately slowed down, making every inch of progress a heart-warming torture.

Mu Xingqiu could not move his eyes and did not want to move. He just stared at the burning eyes opposite him. The more pain, the stronger his will. His right hand slowly clenched into a fist again, but if this punch was not done, the human power was finally limited. He could control his fingers, but he could not control his entire arm.

He can also absorb mana. Zhou Qi actively sent mana into the meridians, which saved a lot of trouble. The broken inner alchemy in the Niwan Palace strives to accelerate the rotation. As for what consequences will be caused by inhaling these external mana, it is no longer something Mu Xingqiu needs to consider.

But Mu Xingqiu made a mistake this time. The magic power of the Taoist priest is not the demonic power gathered by hundreds of monkeys, nor is it that Taoist priests of his realm can contact.

The suction force generated by the elixir of Mu Xingqiu Niwan clearly grasped the external magic power in the meridians, but could not move it at all. It was as stable as a mountain, as hot as lava, and moved forward steadily, continuing to destroy the meridians.

"Suck my mana, do you want to suck my mana?" Zhou Qi's anger did not diminish slightly because of the torture of the enemy. His voice became more majestic, "I am a Shintoshi and have obtained spells taught by the demons themselves. Do you actually want to suck my mana?"

"The realm of God-intention is not as simple as you imagined. We can not only absorb more spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but also get the help of the treasures of the nine great Taoist priests. Our inner alchemy and magic power are very different from your lower Taoist priests, and even the Xingluo Taoist priests. If you want to absorb my magic power, it is as stupid as drinking sea water to quench your thirst."

Zhou Qi's magic power rushed into Mu Xingqiu's lower dantian. There was no inner elixir here, but it still stored a large amount of magic power and a small amount of spiritual energy in the world that had not been consumed. Under the pressure of the scorching "sea water", they all quickly retreated and entered the Niwan Palace through the remaining meridians to take refuge.

"Do you miss the fundamental method of hiding? Its protective power can at least help you stop it." Zhou Qi was not anxious at all. He felt that Mu Xingqiu's fixed body was shaking uncontrollably, which indicated that the pain had reached an extremely high level. But it could increase it further.

This is the benefit of being possessed by devils. There is no need to be heartless and desireless, or suppress the anger in your heart. You can take revenge and get elephant-like benefits from an ant.

"Accept your fate and surrender." Zhou Qi persuaded, and some of his anger was turning into curiosity. He wanted to know how much pain this ordinary Taoist priest could bear.

Zhou Qi's magic power broke into Mu Xingqiu's Jiang Palace.

There is no end to the pain. If you have to set a standard for it, Mu Xingqiu feels that what he is suffering now is probably the pain of the "Subduing Moon Ray" realm. He did not set it as the highest Subduing Sun Ray, because he knew that the pain would increase later.

Pain occupied everything, and Mu Xingqiu could not generate suction at all. All the remaining magic power retreated to the Niwan Palace. Knowing that this last line of defense would eventually be broken, he decided to resist here.

The body no longer belongs to you, but all kinds of pain are still spreading to the mind. These pains do not arrive at the same time, but line up to enter one after another. You kick, I punch, and there are many swords, guns, swords and halberds waiting behind.

Mu Xingqiu's strength was not enough to swing his fist, but it still made him smile.

This is his only weapon now. He smiled and resisted the invincible magic power, and also answered the Shintoshi's "persuasion" with a smile - he did not accept his fate and did not surrender.

Zhou Qi's anger rose again, and the mana he input accidentally became faster. He rushed from Jianggong to Niwan Palace. With just a moment, just a moment, the boy who dared to punch him would become a pile of dead flesh.

Zhou Qi stopped this last blow in time, and there was still something to do. If this kid dared to refuse his mind control skills, he would have to use the mind control skills to take away every memory of his memory.

It doesn't matter whether there are clues about the strange Shijun in my memory. The key is to let Mu Xingqiu understand the difference between strong and weak. It is the duty of the weak to obediently accept the domination of the strong.

Mu Xingqiu finally felt the pain of the "Surfing the Sun" realm. Strangely, this feeling was more like a kind of relaxation, as if he fell from a cliff, falling constantly, and finally a certain balance was created.

Too much mana and spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered in the Niwan Palace. Mu Xingqiu originally planned to use them to fight against external mana, but he could not move at all. They stagnated and tightly surrounded the inner alchemy that had stopped rotating.

Bang.

A crisp sound.

Only Mu Xingqiu could hear it because it came from the inner alchemy, and the broken inner alchemy was re-fusion in the ultimate pain.

The arrow-like heart control technique shot again.

Mu Xingqiu waved his fist again, this time he could feel real power.

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