It is never easy to serve as a blood sacrifice for the fire of Taiyin. Mu Xingqiu not only has to endure the pain of blood sucking, but also has to keep the illusion on the eighth level. The former is distracted and the latter is focused. He restrains all his senses and is ignorant of the outside world until the Yi Shijun awakens him.

"Hey, the illusion of the mind..." Yi Shijun held his right wrist and laughed a few times. He just slapped Mu Xingqiu with his right hand, but was hit by the counterattack and almost attacked the meridians by the illusion. At this time, he was pinching his wrist to protect himself.

Mu Xingqiu recovered his audio-visual ability and found that all around him were flames above his head. The passage opened by the Taiyin Fire had disappeared. He obviously entered the center of the Far-Wilderness Ancestral Fire. But these flames were very special. They were solid. They clearly had the form of fire, but there was no flame or heat of fire. They stood still, like a red iceberg. Mu Xingqiu could even feel a hint of coolness.

The place is not big, round, less than a hundred steps in diameter, slightly raised, covered with unknown weak weeds, with bleak colors, and only when connected together can a hint of greenness appear.

In front of Mu Xingqiu was Yi Shijun in the form of an old man, and a golemn stood not far behind him. He glanced around and asked in confusion: "Where is the tree?"

It is said that a sacred tree was imprisoned and roasted in the fire of the deserted ancestors, but looking around, there was no shadow of the tree at all, and none of the weeds on the ground seemed to grow into towering trees.

Yi Shijun shook his right hand and finally drove out the illusion that entered his palm. Then he whispered in a mysterious tone: "Look carefully again."

Mu Xingqiu walked around in the spot, "Let's stand inside the tree?"

Yi Shijun nodded, "The Taoist fire has been burning for more than 130,000 years. The sacred tree is not unharmed. It has been using its branches to block the flames. It is almost exhausted, leaving only a thin layer of bark. Look at the weeds on the ground, they are actually the roots of the sacred tree."

"It seems that the sacred tree will not last long." Mu Xingqiu finally saw a clue. The sacred tree had a thin layer of transparent shell, about three inches thick, but it could condense the flames and prevent the heat from entering.

Yi Shijun reached out and pointed, "Look, we came in from there. The divine tree can block the Taoist fire, but it does not block the Taiyin fire."

Mu Xingqiu saw a small ball of fire shaking near the ground, trying hard to squeeze in, but the momentum was getting smaller and smaller, and it would not take long to be cut off by the transparent tree shell.

Yi Shijun suddenly raised his voice and shouted, the sound stirred back and forth, and the transparent tree shells revealed blood-red veins, varying in thickness, crisscrossing, and the ends all extended outside the shell and penetrated deep into the Taoist fire.

"Do you understand?" Yi Shijun lowered his voice again, and the blood-red veins gradually disappeared.

"The divine tree is absorbing the power of the Dao Fire."

"Well, so it's not just the sacred tree that can't last long" not only the sacred tree, but also the sacred fire. The sacred tree will be extinguished earlier. As long as there is a root left in the sacred tree, it can grow back into a big tree. This is why a Taoist priest must be sent to strengthen the sacred fire, and why Fang Xunmo asked the demons for help."

Yi Shijun laughed briefly, as if he suddenly remembered a very interesting little thing, "Also, this is also the reason why you stand here. You, Mu Xingqiu, and I, Yi Shijun, every step you take is within the calculation of the Taoist dynasty. They anticipated everything, and didn't even need to urge or persuade, just watch coldly."

Just as Yi Shijun was speaking, some roots on the ground had grown five or six feet high along the golem's legs. The priceless silver soul armor was vulnerable under the attack of these weak roots. It was like a juicy leaves bitten by groups of caterpillars, gradually disappeared in a rustling sound, revealing the gray-white wooden carving body, and then quickly covered by the roots.

The roots with silver soul as nutrients are darker in color, and the golemnia is covered with a layer of emerald green.

Neither Mu Xingqiu nor Yi Shijun interfered. Since this was a battle between super strong people, there was no need for them to worry about either side.

The roots finally swallowed all the silver spirits, and the three-meter-high golem became a green pillar. There was only one place on the body that avoided the cover of the roots. In its heart, the already shriveled heart disappeared, and replaced by a complete magic seed - the same shape as the seeds of the Nebula Tree, but larger, like an oval green bean.

The demon species is also green, but it is completely different from the green of the roots. It is like a pond covered with water plants and moss, showing a coldness under the reflection of the moonlight.

"The demon seed is talking, have you heard it?" Yi Shijun asked excitedly, temporarily forgetting the current dilemma.

Mu Xingqiu nodded.

"Haha, what I heard was the ancient language of the demon clan. I learned this language myself. Well, I learned it pretty well..."

Yi Shijun was nagging, but Mu Xingqiu just listened quietly. What came to his ears was human language, and the content was simple and clear: it was impossible to destroy the sacred tree with just using Taoist fire, and the power of demon erosion must be added.

What Mu Xingqiu had to do was to use the Demon Lord's Dharma to activate spells that had been infused into the demon seeds, thereby causing abrasive force, and then use his inner alchemy and the illusion of mind to add the last piece of firewood outside.

But the demon seed did not say how to ignite the inner alchemy, that was not its mission.

Mu Xingqiu knew who to ask for an answer without guessing. He looked down at the black bark in his hand. The tender branches on it never grew longer after they grew to three feet, but divided more branches and more leaves.

The information in the bark comes from the Taoist dynasty, and the method of igniting the inner alchemy is also hidden here. Just like the abrasive power in the magic seed, he does not need to learn the method. Just inject enough magic power, everything will happen naturally.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help laughing.

Yi Shijun himself kept making all kinds of laughter, but at this time he was confused and asked curiously: "Why are you laughing at?"

"You said that we were two spells that deviated from the direction, but in the end we accurately hit the targets that the caster had predetermined."

"Well, it sounds like I said."

"But I haven't made a decision yet. I know what to do, but I don't feel that I have to do it."

Yi Shijun shook the charred tree roots in his hand, "The information the Fire Tree King got from the Taoist dynasty has been told to me very clearly, and I have conveyed it to you accurately: Only after strengthening the Taoist fire can you use this piece of tree root to create a ten-year illusion. This is the reward of the Taoist dynasty to you and a threat. Do you want those demon slaves outside to live a good life? Then you must create an illusion."

"What if I did something wrong with the whole world?"

Yi Shijun was stunned, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"For the sake of the relatives of Yelin Town and those innocent demon slaves and people, I destroyed the divine tree and created an illusion, but what if the divine tree is right? The divine tree eliminates the Taoist system and the demon clan, perhaps it is a great thing for the humans and demon clans outside, and the world will not be destroyed by the battle between the Taoist demons."

Mu Xingqiu pointed to the roots on the ground, "The key is that I haven't heard a word from the sacred tree yet."

Yi Shijun thought for a while, "I used to think I heard the instructions from the divine tree, but now I understand that the divine tree will not send any message to anyone. It does not even prevent us from bringing the golem into the inside of the tree. It doesn't care what you are going to do."

"It has been resisting the Taoist fire, which means it has a will and its own ideas."

"The will and ideas of the divine tree are here." Yi Shijun raised his hand over his head, and pointed at the ground with the root of his right hand, "Your will and ideas are here. I am one or two feet taller than you, but I am too far from the divine tree to touch it at all. The divine tree remains silent to me, and I have nothing to say to you. Do you think I am willing to live only ten years? I have made plans for the next tens of thousands or tens of thousands of years..."

Yi Shijun nagged again, Mu Xingqiu listened in a mess, continued to watch with his eyes, listen with his ears, smell with his nose, feel with his body... and even used illusions to try to capture the emotions of the sacred tree.

The sacred tree has no emotions, and Mu Xingqiu hopes to find something similar to it to prove the existence of the sacred tree.

At one point, he thought he had indeed found something, it was a slight thing, like an emotion, but it became even weaker, like light smoke. As soon as the illusion approached, the smoke dissipated. After a while, Mu Xingqiu understood that the thing did not belong to the sacred tree at all, but a five-element water illusion.

"The Taoist slogan is monitoring us." Mu Xingqiu looked up, but his eyes could not penetrate the condensed flames.

"That's for sure. The Taoist sect must see you ignite your inner alchemy before you can feel at ease." Yi Shijun began to sigh again. No matter how you calculate, you feel that ten years are not enough.

But Mu Xingqiu became excited, "The magic of Taoism can enter the Stop Border and send information out, which means that this place has not been completely blocked."

"I know what you are thinking, but it's useless. The one who monitors us is probably Fang Xunmo. He is the only Taoist priest in the world who is subdued by Yuemang. He may still hold the Taoist treasure in his hand. His magic can come in and out. Can you? Can I? When you ignite the inner alchemy, the surveillance will end. Zhibubang will be really blocked and he will not be able to get out."

"You said that if Zuo Liuying entered Zhibang, he would strengthen the Dao Fire according to the arrangements of the Taoist dynasty, and then make himself stronger within ten years..."

"This is what I said? Actually, I am guessing randomly, and Zuo Liuying is Zuo Liuying. You are you. What can you do within ten years? Also, if you want to strengthen the Taoist fire, you must ignite your inner alchemy, which means you have to start practicing again. With your qualifications, it would be a miracle to be able to reach the realm of swallowing smoke within ten years... Alas, this path won't work."

Mu Xingqiu raised his voice and said to the illusory Five Elements Water Illusion, and to the Taoist priest outside Zhibubang: "Ten years, I will use these ten years to return all the kindness Pang Shan has to me. The Taoist fire will not be extinguished, but from then on you will have your Taoist fire and I will have my Taoist fire."

Yi Shijun blinked, "I said it well, but I don't think this is useful, let alone the Taoist dynasty would care."

Mu Xingqiu smiled slightly, not worried that his words would be heard by Taoism, "There is real in the virtual, and there is virtual in the real. Who said that ten years must be ten years?"

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