Zuo Liuying followed the customs and was in seclusion. The place where he was in seclusion was a demon tribe's cave, surrounded by flowers and trees. He had to be separated before he could see the entrance of the cave. The part above the ground was a flower stand, covered with vines and flowers.

Mu Xingqiu insisted on coming to see Zuo Liuying once. There was still a bald man on his chest and he didn't wake up and didn't want to wait.

Heihuang was still leading the way, not far from her residence, but the scene was completely different, and suddenly it changed from early autumn to late spring. Mu Xingqiu could not imagine that this was Zuo Liuying's retreat location chosen by him. He didn't believe it until the fleas rushed into the flowers and happily swallowed the flowers.

"The Demon Mountain is much more comfortable than Ice City and Wolf Yuan. Perhaps it is because of this reason that the Demon Mountain demon race does not like to participate in wars unless this war is related to their own hometown." Black Phoenix's face was blurred because she was wearing an almost transparent mask and was already put on again at this time. "Please don't take my words too seriously. Not all demon races have the same ideas as me. Some believe that the Spirit King has not changed at all."

How could Mu Xingqiu not take it seriously? But he didn't say anything, just said no. He was not a taciturn person, but staying with Black Huang always made him feel uncomfortable. This banshee has an unpredictable temperament and seems to be wearing a veil when she says.

Heihuang realized that she was not welcome and smiled and bowed to leave.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen asleep just now..." Xiao Yao Feifei's face was still red, and he was resentful of his rude behavior.

"That's not your fault." Mu Xingqiu walked to the door of the cave, looked at the closed wooden door, and did not reach out to knock, but sent out a illusion, flew around the cave, and gently touched the ban. Zuo Liuying should receive the message.

There was nothing to do next, so I could only wait. Mu Xingqiu asked Feifei to sit on the side and think about it, while he practiced bone-forging fist himself. The fight was very slow. If someone was watching next to him, he would be dying of his slow motion.

Mu Xingqiu is learning how to manipulate his new inner alchemy and new magic powers.

His inner alchemy absorbed some of the demonic power and re-fusion under Zhou Qi's oppression. So far, everything is normal. The magic power produced is characterized by demonic power and can soak the flesh and blood of the body. Mu Xingqiu can use them to perform demonic magic and mindful illusion, but it cannot be used on pure Taoist magic.

Mu Xingqiu now uses magic tricks to fly, which is slower than the Daotong's weapons. The most important thing is that it cannot last long. After flying for six or seven hours in a row, you have to rest for a while, even if the magic power in your body is still sufficient.

Mu Xingqiu has a lot of contact with the demon clan and knows that this is a common phenomenon.

The illusion of Mind is easy to use, but Mu Xingqiu really wants to know whether his eighth level of illusion is really equivalent to the first and second level of the God-oriented realm. His illusion of illusion can already destroy the other party's memory. This is an obvious symbol, but Mu Xingqiu needs more evidence.

Only Zuo Liuying can explain all this to him.

When Mu Xingqiu finished a set of punches, it was already dark. The fleas had eaten enough flowers and were bored in and out of the flowers. While Feifei had not woken up, he occasionally ran to Mu Xingqiu and rubbed around him, asking for his favorite silver scrambles.

Feifei's thoughts are a bit special. He is very slow when he learns, but once he finishes his studies, he is in a very deep state. Mu Xingqiu often suspects that he will not be able to wake up.

The night is getting darker, and there is also a night sky underground in Zhanmo Mountain, and the stars and moon are brighter. Coupled with the fragrance of flowers, insects and breeze around, it is so beautiful that it is fascinating.

Mu Xingqiu hasn't seen other demon clans in Zhanmo Mountain yet. But he can already guess that they will never be willing to abandon such a home.

When the bright moon rose to the middle of the sky, the wood door of the cave opened. After a while, Zuo Liuying, wearing a Taoist suit, walked out.

The last trace of old age on Zuo Liuying's face also disappeared. He completely returned to his god-in-law realm. He was so handsome that he didn't look like a real person, which was very consistent with the night of War Demon Mountain.

What's strange is his eyes.

After Zuo Liuying's pill practice, he became aged for decades after he re-educated, but there was no change around his eyes. Now his entire face has regained his youth, but his eyes have become confused, which looks a bit similar to the black phoenix with a blurred face.

The Taoist priest had doubts, but would not be confused. This was especially true for Zuo Liuying, who had re-educated practice. He had a ready-made path to go, and he knew every trap and obstacle on this path.

Zuo Liuying stared at Mu Xingqiu for a long time, as if they were strangers they had met for the first time. The flea ran over and sniffed Zuo Liuying for a while, but became confused. He turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu and asked him who he was.

"I'm sorry, I'm disturbing your retreat." Mu Xingqiu said.

"The retreat is over, you are at the right time." Zuo Liuying spoke, speaking the same way. Mu Xingqiu felt at ease, and the fleas began to lick Zuo Liuying's back intimately.

"Bald..."

As soon as Mu Xingqiu spoke, Zuo Liuying walked straight past him, came to the little demon, stretched out his right thumb and pressed it on the little demon's forehead, "He is very special."

"Does he really have a root of Taoism?" Mu Xingqiu asked. Since Zuo Liuying was more interested in Feifei, he could only follow him.

"Dao Root? Although the demon clan has not many Dao Roots, it is not rare. This is nothing special. However, they are born with demon pills and cannot practice the inner elixir of the Tao. The little demon you brought has no demon pills and no demon power in the flesh and blood. This is special."

"It's those monkeys." Mu Xingqiu roughly explained the experience in the Hidden Dragon Cave.

"So that's it. I didn't expect that the first demon has such ability." Zuo Liuying raised his hand and scratched the flea's neck unconsciously. "But this little demon's cultivation will not have any results. He can live for one more year at most, and he will not be able to condense into an inner alchemy within this year."

Except for geniuses like Zuo Liuying, most Taoist disciples have to spend at least three years refining their bodies and thinking before they can condense their energy into pills. Feifei doesn’t seem to have a particularly sensible view. It is too difficult for him to condense pills within a year.

"Is there no other way? Yi Shijun gave him a bead..."

"That's not a bead, but a phoenix egg. With this egg, the little demon can live for a year, otherwise he will last for only three months." Zuo Liuying paused for a moment, "Why do you care about this little demon? You should know each other for a while."

Mu Xingqiu was asked, but he had not considered this issue yet. He didn't even realize his importance to Feifei. "I want to know what the consequences will be for the demon clan's inner alchemy practice. Maybe this will help me understand the origin of Daohuo."

"Ah. You abandoned the Frost Soul Sword, but you still remember the origin of Dao Fire."

Mu Xingqiu's face was slightly red. Zuo Liuying was indeed like Yi Shijun. He had long seen the real reason for Mu Xingqiu's sudden change in his mood. "This is not the same thing..."

"You're doing it right without explanation."

"I want to ask you to take a look." Mu Xingqiu took off the skin on his chest, and Feifei's fate was controlled by himself. Zuo Liuying couldn't help, and he couldn't help. What he cared about the most was baldness. "His situation was even more special."

Zuo Liuying walked over and gently touched the already hard mucus shell. "The sword-washing pool water washed away Mu Songxuan's magic weapon mark. The pool water was sucked out, and the mark naturally came out. Look at the small black ball, which is the power of the mark."

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "So, don't the bald man have to merge with the pool water, just don't send the mark into his head?"

"How strange, the power of the first demon is weak. But he has unique abilities that even the Taoist dictates are not possessed. I should bring out one or two to study them carefully." Zuo Liuying sighed lightly, looking very regretful.

Zuo Liuying was a little strange. Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what it was, and he didn't think about it carefully. He still had too many doubts and didn't ask. Sending various forces in the mucus shell other than the mark back into the bald man's head requires meticulous operation. Mu Xingqiu did not take action immediately and continued: "My inner alchemy has also changed."

Zuo Hanying still stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mu Xingqiu's forehead. He inputted a small amount of magic power without asking for permission. Now he should be in the realm of Gu Xia, and his magic power is much weaker than Mu Xingqiu. However, the trend is extremely clever and bypasses all obstacles.

"What's going on?"

Mu Xingqiu said it in detail. Because he was not very clear about the specific reasons for these changes, he mostly depends on guessing.

Zuo Liuying turned around and walked seven steps. Then turned around and walked back to five steps. "Zhou Qi's magic power merged your inner alchemy and demonic power. You feel that you can't use it. That's because you have been practicing Taoist magic spells and have become accustomed to the cooperation of the three fields. The meridians are casting. The meridians have been destroyed. You still unconsciously search for meridians. The soul of Meng Yuanhou pushed a large amount of power into your body. In the process of struggle between life and death, you finally got rid of your dependence on meridians and were able to exert all your strength. The illusion reached the eighth level."

A knot in Mu Xingqiu's heart was untied, "I feel like I have reached the level of God-calling, but it's just the first and second levels."

Mu Xingqiu said this very meaningful, because he was less than 30 years old, and even Zuo Liuying had to cultivate to the realm of divine detention for more than 200 years.

Zuo Liuying did not laugh, "According to the successor of the Nianxin Science, the eighth level of illusion should be equivalent to the realm of subduing the moon, you are already very weak."

"So I really have the strength to focus on the realm of God?"

"Strength? You made one mistake. The inner alchemy realm is the basis of strength, but not all. No matter how strong a person is, he must have corresponding weapons and rich combat skills to exert all his strength. For Taoist priests, that is magic weapons and magic. Zhou Qi said that Taoist priests should use Taoist priests to practice by using Taoist corpses. Their magic power has long exceeded the simple god-calling realm. As for the profoundness of magic and the power of magic weapons, it is beyond your imagination. You can defeat Zhou Qi because of the confinement of the Douyuan Star Transfer Formation, as well as the help of the sword-washing pool water and the soul of Meng Yuanhou. The most important thing is that you are very lucky. With your tough physique, you have broken through the eighth level of illusion under heavy pressure, not to mention that Zhou Qi was arrogant because of being possessed by demons, giving you opportunities again and again."

Mu Xingqiu understood that the eighth level of illusion may indeed be equivalent to the realm of the God of God or even the Moon Light, but it is not very meaningful. The so-called "equivalent" refers to a Taoist priest who has no help and has achieved the realm by simply relying on existence. In reality, the Taoist priest of the God of God is a fully armed warrior. Each piece of equipment can improve its strength a little, far beyond the owner of nothing.

He touched the treasure bag on his waist, which contained many magic weapons that Zhou Qi threw down when he escaped, and had not been carefully examined.

Mu Xingqiu had no reason to be arrogant, "In this way, even if the illusion of mind reaches the eleventh level, it may not be better than all Taoist priests."

"No one has reached the eleventh level. The magic of the Mind Heart Department is not just an illusion. Other magic has been lost for a long time and you have never learned it, so everything is unknown."

Mu Xingqiu had only one question left. He stayed at the end because he was worried about hearing the bad answer. "Yi Shijun left me a memory, saying that the burns of the Qianlong Fire can only be cured with the Taoist priest's living pill. Is it true?"

Zuo Liuying lowered her eyes, "Yi Shijun is right, but the most difficult thing to solve is the love disaster. Few Taoist priests' love disasters are trapped so deeply."

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