"This is a battle." Yi Shijun gradually figured out everything, "This is a three-way battle. The participants are the sacred tree, the Taoist dynasty and the demon clan. For more than ten thousand years, the battle has been going on. Just like ordinary humans and demon clans cannot see the five elements of the Taoist dynasty, we cannot see through this battle."

Yi Shijun suddenly became excited, and his eyes were withdrawn from the waves in the distance, looking at the golem, then at the burnt tree roots in his hand, and finally staring at the black bark in Mu Xingqiu's hand.

"You and I are nothing, no, we are part of the spell, at least the material of the spell, just like those demons who were sacrificed."

Yi Shijun laughed loudly, burst into tears, and could hardly straighten his waist. "Everyone, all living beings! They are all spells, compressing thousands of years and tens of thousands of years into a moment. You will see spells galloping on the earth, firing each other, avoiding each other, killing each other, and seeing the trajectory of spells, and the most brilliant moment of explosion! Mu Xingqiu, you and me are two out of control spells. You can recite the illusion of the mind, I can eat meat and swallow the soul, but after a circle, we have reached the destination set by the caster."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, trying to say something, but he felt it was purely unnecessary, so he jumped to the pier several miles away, where a group of demon slaves who had just arrived on a boat on the island were gathered.

The strange Shijun was still unsatisfied and shouted loudly at Mu Xingqiu's back: "There is no other way, everything has been booked, no one pushes, and no one frames it. The path we walk on ourselves is destiny! Because we are the spells in the hands of the strongest. Mu Xingqiu, welcome the last moment of the spell explosion, and create a unique ten-year illusion!"

Yi Shijun's voice became louder and louder, almost spread throughout the entire Zhibubang, and even his screams echoed over the distant peninsula that was across the sea.

The soul-changing master Lei Sheng was one of the first demon slaves to cross the sea. He was also one of the few people who recognized Yi Shijun. He was shocked when he heard the shouting and said to Mu Xingqiu who was flying in the air: "What's going on? We have an agreement..."

Lei Sheng shut up in time. He didn't want to expose his true identity in front of the demon slave too early.

Nearly a hundred demon slaves on the dock knew nothing about what happened here, and they couldn't understand what the huge voice was saying. They were all looking at the statues around curiously, and they found Mu Xingqiu coming, and they all looked at him.

"Stay here, I'll bring everyone else over." Mu Xingqiu suddenly swooped, grabbed the soul-changing master's thunder like an eagle, and flew to the opposite island.

The demon slave on the dock was puzzled and was shocked by the thunder that was caught in the sky, "Mu Xingqiu. You have to give me an explanation... I want to meet Yi Shijun, we agreed..."

"Shut up." Mu Xingqiu said sternly. Before he accepted his fate, his mind was still spinning rapidly.

Lei Sheng was quite dissatisfied and opened his mouth to argue. He swallowed the words back to his mouth, and the deep sea was under his feet. At this time, it would be better not to be stubborn.

Mu Xingqiu came to the dock on the deserted peninsula. Nearly 10,000 demon slaves and the people were already looking at him. As soon as he saw him, Lei Jing was the first to run forward and said to Mu Xingqiu who had landed on the ground: "You can fly on the island! Many strange things happened here, Minister Xijing, and those soldiers..."

"I know, they have all become statues." Mu Xingqiu looked at the crowd in front of him, and Shen Dazheng smiled at him. The other demon slaves and the people all showed their earnest eyes. They neither knew the existence of the illusion nor the destruction of the illusion, nor did they know the huge changes that were taking place in the entire Zhibubang. What they saw was the prophecy savior, the impending liberation and freedom.

"So. Are we really free?" Lei Jing asked cautiously, afraid of getting a negative answer.

"You are free." Mu Xingqiu said.

The cheers resounded through the sky. But no matter how loud the sound was, it could not suppress the bright Shijun's loud prophecy. He was still urging Mu Xingqiu to fulfill his fate.

The ships that stopped Bang were far from enough. Mu Xingqiu waved his hand to signal the demon slave to get out of the way, and he wanted to cast a grand spell.

There is real in the illusion of Shibubang, and there is real in the illusion. Mu Xingqiu gained inspiration from it. He casts spells on the sea water through the black bark in his hand. The sea water is the misty material of the Lie King, which contains a large amount of spiritual energy and unclean energy of heaven and earth, which can enhance the strength of the illusion.

The eighth level of illusion rushed out of the sea, as if the river water flowed into the desert after the torrential rain, raiding on all sides, almost covering half of the sprint. So the wood carvings and stones were "resurrected" and did not turn into human or animal shapes, but maintained their true form, either walking, jumping, rolling or flying, gathering all towards the seaside.

The demon slaves and the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait made way out and looked at this scene in awe. They were silent for a moment, and even the shouts of Yi Shijun stopped.

The wooden and stone magic weapons driven by illusions came to the beach in a steady stream, jumped down without falling into the sea, but formed a gradually extended bridge in the air two or three feet above the water.

This is the illusion created by Mu Xingqiu. The combination of virtual and real is far inferior to the grand and exquisiteness of the old illusion of Zhibubang, but it is very useful.

Not long after, the bridge was closed and formed, and Mu Xingqiu said, "Cross the bridge."

The demon slave and the people did not set off immediately, and suddenly knelt down at the same time, and then went up the bridge and crossed the sea one after another under the leadership of the Lei tribe.

Mu Xingqiu left behind several "helpers", the demon slave Lei Chi and Lei Sheng, a human named Dong Xiaofa and a demon clan named Qi Laosheng, who are the only four soul-changing masters left.

Shen Da wanted to stay with Mu Xingqiu, but was pulled and pulled away by Lei Jing.

The islanders finally walked almost all the way, and the bridge was still there because it was caused by physical magic weapons. Unless Mu Xingqiu casting cancels it, it will last for a long time.

The four soul-changing masters stood together, deliberately not looking at Mu Xingqiu, but looked extremely vigilant.

Mu Xingqiu ignored them for the time being and walked towards a small house. The blind old man, Mr. Tie, was still sitting on the stool at the door, smiling, as if he had known that all this would happen.

Mu Xingqiu returned the black bark.

Mr. Tie gently stroked the bark, and when he touched the tender branches, he stopped his fingers and said after a long time, "I don't understand..."

"The information in the bark comes from the Taoist dynasty, not the sacred tree in the fire. What the Taoist dynasty wants to tell me is that the sacred tree must be destroyed. The bark is a powerful magic weapon. Through it, I can make the Dao Fire on the island burn more vigorously, thereby destroying the sacred tree. The demons also sent their tree destroyers."

Mr. Tie thought silently for a while, handed the black bark to Mu Xingqiu, and smiled again on his face, "Fifty years ago, my eyes were blind. This is a good thing for me. From then on, I could feel the existence of the sacred tree. It was not until thirty years ago that I read the information of the sacred tree on the bark. Now it seems that these information are all added by the Taoist dynasty, but this further proves that the sacred tree exists."

"It exists, so it will be destroyed. As long as I cast the spell, everything in the Divine Tree and Shibubang will completely disappear within ten years."

Mr. Tie shook his head slowly, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all. "The Taoist sect added information to the bark of the tree, but they did not need to deceive people, so the information was true." Mr. Tie paused for a moment, "More than 130,000 years ago, the divine tree was almost destroyed by the demons, but it survived."

"Living in the scorching of the Taoist fire."

"How do you know that it doesn't like this way of living? The Divine Tree has never complained. Some of the so-called help-seeking messages are added by Taoism, and some are self-righteous speculations by us mortals. There is only one truth, and the Divine Tree is still alive. I always thought that the "they" imprisoned in the fire, but it turned out to be just 'it'. Thank you for solving so many doubts about me."

Mr. Tie is a devout believer and can understand all information as God's intentions, no matter how contradictory the information is. Mu Xingqiu is not a believer. In his opinion, the Divine Tree is a unique strong man. "Do you think no matter how I do it, the Divine Tree will not be destroyed?"

"It will not be destroyed." Mr. Tie stretched out a hand and stopped in the air, as if he was summoning, or as if he wanted to grab something. "Do as you think, because all your thoughts will not exceed the intention of the divine tree. The Taoist dynasty and the demons control the world, but they themselves are controlled..."

Mr. Tie had a peaceful face, and his blind eyes seemed to see farther than the Shintoshi, but Mu Xingqiu was deeply disgusted with his statement, "Don't you leave this island?"

"I have already agreed with everyone that they will go and I will stay. I am the humble messenger of the Divine Tree and will stay by the side of the Divine Tree forever."

Mu Xingqiu turned around and walked towards the four soul-changing masters.

Lei Chi, Lei Sheng, Dong Xiaofa, Qi Laosheng stood by the bridge, worried. Although he still figured out what was going on, he didn't understand the conversation between Mr. Tie and Mu Xingqiu, but he had already realized that the situation had deviated from their expectations.

Mu Xingqiu stared at Lei Chi, the soul-changing master who occupied Erqiu's body, "Where is my brother's soul hidden?"

"You haven't agreed to cooperate with us yet..."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and waved his hand. The other three soul-changing masters knelt down at the same time, hugging their heads and screaming. Their souls were experiencing the pain of burning, which was an illusion that was destroying memories.

Mu Xingqiu can seize the memory and then find out the whereabouts of Erqiu's soul from it, but that's too wasteful of time. Every moment is so precious that he doesn't want to wait any longer.

Lei Chi's face suddenly changed and he said in a trembling voice: "Yi Shi Jun, I want to meet Yi Shi Jun..."

Mu Xingqiu expanded the illusion to Lei Chi's soul, and his screams became even louder.

Is this also within the intention of the sacred tree? Mu Xingqiu understood the meaning of Zuo Liuying's words more and more: the weak live in a circle defined by the strong, and those who go to the edge of the circle and try to break free from the constraints will be blocked.

Mu Xingqiu has not yet reached the brink of the brink, and he must take a step even bigger because there is not much time left.

Four soul-changing masters begging for forgiveness, but Mu Xingqiu ignored him and said loudly to Yi Shijun in the distance: "Don't you want to see the true face of the sacred tree? Bring the golem over to help me, this is your destiny!"

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