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For more than two thousand years, Yi Shijun has deliberately kept a distance from the Taoist throne. Even though he has become more famous among the demon clan in recent years, he rarely fights with Taoist priests, so he is not particularly accurate in his strength.

At first, he thought that he was comparable to the Taoist priest who was at the sixth and seventh level of the God-to-God, but after losing to Zuo Liuying who was at the fiveth level of the God-to-God, he had to lower his level of the God-to-God, and felt that the fourth level of the God-to-God was his position. Using this strength to deal with a little Taoist who had just condensed the pill was probably no different from killing a bug.

What's more, this bug doesn't even have a hard shell or a burr.

The fundamental method of seclusion is the most important protection for lower Taoists. Even when facing powerful enemies, they can protect the three fields and prevent the pill from being destroyed.

Among the souls of Yi Shijun, there was a Taoist priest, so he knew this very well. In his eyes, Mu Xingqiu's body was like an unlocked house. All he needed to do was step in.

Yi Shijun went in but didn't come out. He was going to swallow his soul and seize his body. This was a magic trick he had used many times and never missed it. This time he inexplicably entered the Niwan Palace.

It was still a flawless room, and there was nothing in the place where the human figure should have hung. Yi Shijun was shocked and immediately wanted to go out, but found that he was trapped.

"Hey, I almost forgot that the Taoist priest can use the fourth and fifth levels of illusion." Yi Shijun turned into a crow, which was his most natural form. "You want to use illusion to trap me? You are really overestimating your ability. Do you think you are Zuo Liuying?"

Mu Xingqiu did not show up, as if he knew that he was not strong enough and did not dare to come in to face a powerful enemy.

Yi Shijun sneered, "Then I will destroy your Niwan Palace first."

The crow jumped up, leaping around like a headless fly, leaving a large black mark wherever it passed. It looked like a naughty cat and dog that knocked over the ink that had just been grinded in the owner's room.

The flawless Niwan Palace soon turned black, and the crow said proudly: "Mu Xingqiu, see how long you can hold on. Once the Niwan Palace is broken, you will become an idiot. Don't say that I don't give you a chance, let me go out immediately and beg me, I may spare you, and then let us think of a way together, if there is a magic trick that can enter the Stoicang Bang through the golem. We have a way out..."

Bang, a crisp sound came from somewhere in Niwan Palace, and the crow laughed. "Haha, just such a little illusion, you actually want to trap me? Mu Xingqiu, your chance is gone, I want to find a way to leave Zhibubang by myself!"

As long as there is a little crack in the Niwan Palace, the demons of the souls can fly out. The Yishijun turned into black smoke and rushed to the place where the crisp sound came. He saw it. In the corner of the Niwan Palace, although the crack was very thin, it could not escape his observation.

Bang, this is not the sound of the Niwan Palace shattering, but the sound of the soul demons being bounced away when they hit the extremely hard wall.

The Niwan Palace is not a real room. The Souls Clan also has no real form, everything is an illusion, but Yi Shijun's dizziness is real. He turned into a crow form and sat there blankly, with a few feathers on his body falling off.

He didn't understand what was going on.

The cracks clearly existed, and he could see clearly. Just when he was confused, the sound of cracks turned into pieces, and cracks appeared everywhere in Niwan Palace, and the walls turned into pieces and fell down. However, it was not the Niwan Palace that was destroyed, but the layer of black painted by Yi Shijun before.

"Impossible, Mu Xingqiu doesn't have such ability..." Yi Shijun was more angry than confused. He jumped up suddenly, turned into a ball of black smoke, flew around, and kept using magic tricks. Niwan Palace suddenly turned into a smoky place, with dozens of magic tricks of different colors and shapes filled it.

The Niwan Palace was trembling, and Yi Shijun no longer cared about it. His initial action was a threatening sign, but now he really wanted to destroy the Niwan Palace. He did not have the habit of showing mercy, and he would not regret anyone's death.

The little bugs are little bugs, and there are thousands of dead one.

After half an hour of tossing, Yi Shijun stopped and still turned into a crow with a fierce look and observing the results of the destruction.

The white Niwan Palace has almost become a slaughterhouse, with red, black and green traces everywhere, mucus ticking in many places, evaporating moisture, and a wall is sunk into it, which is greatly corroded.

But the Niwan Palace has not broken, and the demons of the souls still cannot escape.

Yi Shijun hesitated and slowly felt a sense of fear in his heart - he could be imprisoned in Niwan Palace again. The last spell caster was Zuo Liuying, which lasted for more than a month. It was the most terrifying memory of his life in more than two thousand years. He was not abused, but he was used to being free and free, and being trapped in a small house was the greatest punishment.

"That... we can discuss, you still need me to delay the time, right?" Yi Shijun surrendered, "You say something."

Yi Shijun was frightened and uneasy, and Mu Xingqiu's situation was not much better.

More than a month after the elixir, Mu Xingqiu has been practicing the illusion of mind and has returned to the fifth level of strength. In addition to the many lyrics of mind and mind he has learned, he can barely send Yi Shijun who is unprepared to the Niwan Palace. But this is not enough. Yi Shijun almost broke the Niwan Palace in his first attack. Fortunately, Mu Xingqiu found a helper in time.

Yi Shijun's soul can enter other people's bodies at any time, but the real items he carries with him cannot, so he buried demon weapons in many places in case of emergency. There are especially many demon weapons in the country, and he did not carry them with him because he had a stronger treasure in his hand.

The charred tree roots come directly from the sacred tree, which was the original source of power of the Third Ancestor of the Daotong. They have been left in Zhibubang. Although their strength is no longer as strong as the nine Daotong treasures, they are also rare treasures, especially suitable for creating illusions.

Mu Xingqiu had a piece of bark in his hand, which was also a treasure. It had been consumed when strengthening the Dao Fire. The charred tree roots were the most powerful magic weapon in the country. Mu Xingqiu used it to strengthen the Niwan Palace and blocked the attack of Yishijun like a storm.

When Yi Shijun gave up the attack and became afraid, it was also when Mu Xingqiu was exhausted and sat in the place and couldn't stand up. If Yi Shijun in Niwan Palace used a few more magic tricks, he would really not be able to hold on.

Mu Xingqiu rested for a while, finally had the strength to stand up and immediately forced himself to start practicing boxing. He had to improve his illusion as soon as possible to truly trap all the souls of Yi Shijun.

Yi Shijun is undecided, but he will eventually start a desperate battle, leaving Mu Xingqiu with little time.

Mu Xingqiu has never practiced in such an urgent situation. He did not dare to let go of the charred tree roots in his hand for a moment. He strengthened the Niwan Palace every once in a while, and then kept practicing boxing or thinking. The state of inhalation can only stabilize the illusion at the fifth level. If he wants to reach the eighth level again, Mu Xingqiu must at least have the inner alchemy of the Starfall Realm.

In fact, during Mu Xingqiu's practice, he had never even entered the Fuxia. His own inner alchemy stopped at the seventh level of inhalation, and another star-fall inner alchemy came from the Dragon Demon.

The days in the illusion of Shubang Bang passed day by day. Yi Shijun tried every means to get out of trouble, and launched sudden attacks from time to time to interrupt Mu Xingqiu's practice. He guessed the whereabouts of the charred tree roots and regretted it. If he had known this, he should have hidden the tree roots well, but he thought that it was only a matter of devouring souls and snatching his body for a moment, and he had never considered anything to prevent.

Yi Shijun's attack methods are becoming more and more diverse, but he has no strength, and he will give up at least a quarter of an hour or an hour. Even so, Mu Xingqiu has to use the charred tree roots to continuously strengthen the illusion in his mind to maintain the integrity of the Niwan Palace.

After each attack failed, Yi Shijun changed his attitude and hoped to "discuss" with Mu Xingqiu. His tone became softer and softer, and in the end he almost begged. He never thought that as long as he persevered, he could break the Niwan Palace.

Yi Shijun is an energetic wild horse. It is very difficult to tame him. It took fifty days before Mu Xingqiu sent his voice to Niwan Palace and held the first negotiation with Yi Shijun.

The negotiation process was simple and straightforward, and it was very short. Mu Xingqiu wanted to delay the time, but Yi Shijun refused sternly, "That is my secret skill, and it will never be passed down. Besides, you have got all my memories, so look for it slowly."

Zuo Liuying seized the memory of Yi Shijun and existed in several jewels. Mu Xingqiu had never finished reading it, and now he has no time to check it out a little bit.

He did not force me too much, so Yi Shijun had a clear mind, "Haha, you still need me. Without my illusion delay technique, you will never be able to get a real hundred years. Let me go, Mu Xingqiu, I can consider helping you."

Mu Xingqiu was not that easy to deceive. He knew that unless his strength was comparable to Yi Shijun, he could ensure safety. Otherwise, Yi Shijun, who had already become angry, would kill him as soon as he came out. The soul demons who did not underestimate the enemy would still be difficult to deal with.

Mu Xingqiu worked harder to practice.

The golem began to grow fruits again, each one every seven days. According to the real time, it is only one a day. The fruit can not only satisfy hunger, but also help with practice, similar to the Taoist elixir. However, the golem is getting thinner and thinner. Each time a fist-sized fruit is produced, it consumes dozens of times the amount of wood, especially after the fruit has the effect of a elixir, it consumes even more.

Mu Xingqiu also felt that the spells in the golem came from outside the Shibubang, and the caster seemed to be able to guess his intentions. When he was the hungry, the fruit could fill his hunger. When he condensed the pill, the sound of Yuqing and righteousness came from the golem. When he needed the support of the pills the most, the fruit had some magical effects.

But he couldn't think of who would do this or who could do this. Yang Qingyin and Zuo Liuying did not have this ability, and other high-level Taoists would not be so kind. He could only concentrate on improving his inner alchemy and illusion. His strength was mountains and buildings. The higher he climbed, the clearer he could see.

After another hundred days in the illusion of Shubang, Mu Xingqiu ushered in the first improvement of the inner alchemy realm in his life.

At the moment when Xiang Foxia broke through his realm, Mu Xingqiu heard Yuqing Zhengyin again, but this time, the love disaster was not subdued, but jumped out to make trouble.

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