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Yi Shijun jumped out of the flames on the island, turning into a human, turning into a bird, flying up and down, but no sound was heard in his mouth.

"Wake up." Yi Shijun bluntly entered the small fantasy set up by Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu was sitting in the air more than ten feet above the sea and was thinking of practicing. He heard the scream and opened his eyes, "There are still flames behind you."

Yi Shijun hurriedly patted his butt a few times, and the holes burned from the purple robe automatically recovered. Then he said as if nothing had happened: "I can't stay in the sacred tree anymore, it's getting hotter and hotter, and the flames outside are even more vigorous. What's going on? Didn't you agree to have a good ten years? If this continues, the sacred tree will be destroyed within two or three years, and we will all be burned to death."

Mu Xingqiu had long noticed that the flames on the island had spread to the sea surface. Although the speed was not fast, it was step by step. No matter how much sea water was, it could not stop it. The heat evaporated and even penetrated into the illusion of practice under the sea. However, it also had an advantage. A large amount of spiritual energy in the world rose accordingly, so Mu Xingqiu practiced in mid-air.

But what he cares more about now is Yi Shijun, "How is your practice?"

Yi Shijun stayed in the sacred tree for more than two months. It was long enough. He looked a little embarrassed just now, but there were some subtle changes compared to before.

Yi Shijun is a demon of all souls. He has no body of his own. No matter what form he becomes, he has a light style. He has a little more immortality, but less real. His body is now made of several monsters, demons, and Taoist objects. He was a little dull before, but after more than two months of practice, he seemed much more normal. His every move was no different from his normal flesh and blood body.

Yi Shijun smiled. Now he looks good, but his smile is the same as before. He has both treacherous and childlike innocence. In a blink of an eye, he can become cold or flattering. Yin Buchen and other demon servants are too weak, and they mainly inherit the flattering smile.

"Guess?"

"Have you refined three practice pills?"

Yi Shijun shook his head.

"I can't guess it, unless we fight."

"Oh, I'm so short-sighted. Can't you tell that I have a real human body?" Yi Shijun opened his arms proudly. The purple robe shone in the sun.

"This is your changed body, and you will be like whatever you want."

"Hehe, I ask you, what is the difference between humans and demons?"

Mu Xingqiu felt that this was a very easy-to-answer question, but he could not say anything. The difference between beast monsters and humans was extremely obvious. Half demons only had their own characteristics in subtle places. If they were not monsters, they were all the same. They could hardly see the difference based on their appearance.

"The difference is inside..."

"Don't guess. The demon clan can refine demon pills. If there is a Taoist root, it can also condense into inner pills, but humans cannot. No matter how hard they work, they can only produce inner pills, but some are pure and some are mixed."

"I have had a demon pill before..."

"Don't interrupt, you're an exception." Yi Shijun hasn't spoken to outsiders for more than two months, and has been in the illusion for more than a year. He was so suffocated. "Why? Because all demon races, no matter how much they look like humans, there are a little dead demon seed in their bodies, and even my soul is no exception. The demon seed cannot be separated, and it only has one use, so that the demon race can use the unclean energy to cultivate. The unclean energy can only produce demon pills. If the demon race wants to practice the inner elixir, it must remove the remaining demon seeds, but the demon seeds cannot be separated. What should we do? We can only make it hard, just like cutting off a hand or an arm."

"The same is true for non-demons?" Mu Xingqiu remembered the non-demon Taoist priest he knew.

"Yes, the pain is a little less, it's a bit like plucking out the warts on your body, and you have to do it yourself. Haha, so the non-demon condensation pill is more difficult than humans. Non-demon who can't be cruel to himself will definitely not do it."

Mu Xingqiu admired Xiao Qingtao even more. She looked so delicate and timid that she could condense the pills, and the little demon Feifei. He was pursuing the pills, but he couldn't live for too long and might not have to suffer such pain.

Yi Shi Junyue said he was happier and pointed at his head, "I am the demon of all souls, and there is still a trace of demon seeds left, but now--"

Yi Shijun deliberately kept it a secret, and Mu Xingqiu had to continue, "Disappeared?"

"Hehe, it's more powerful than disappearing." Yi Shijun stretched out his right hand, holding an egg-sized dark green bead in his palm, with four or five clear bloodshots distributed on it. "I sacrificed seven souls to inject all the remaining demon seeds into it, and then I practiced this treasure."

Yi Shijun's eyes shone and said sternly: "Who else can attack me more ruthlessly than me? Humph, I can do it even if I sacrifice three hundred souls... I will just say it casually, don't be nervous." Yi Shijun had to soothe hundreds of souls because of bragging.

Mu Xingqiu had nothing to say, but he remembered the scene of the decisive battle between the Taoist demons that he had seen in the black bark. "How did humans come from? It seemed that there were no humans when the Daoist demons fought 130,000 years ago."

Yi Shijun looked despised, as if he was blaming Mu Xingqiu for asking about this, "Don't you think humans are descendants of the demon clan, do you? In fact, all the talking races are demon clans, and those who monopolize the demon clans are demon clans, and those who have completely removed the demon clans are humans. The Third Ancestor of the Taoist Orthodox was the first demon clan to completely remove the demon clans, so they were also the first humans. Their first batch of disciples came from the demon clans. After the demon clans died, they had no source of disciples, so they had to settle for the second best and choose disciples from the demon clans. Those who did not have the ability to condense the pills kept reproduction and thriving under the protection of the Taoist Orthodox. In less than 30,000 years, the number was even greater than that of the demon clans."

Yi Shijun's expression became solemn, "All this history is recorded in flesh and blood, and is more reliable than any book."

"Then why don't you tell everyone? Maybe it can be exempted from hatred between humans and demons."

"Why should I take this kind of disgust? Who can listen to this kind of words? Humans will think that I am talking nonsense, and the demon clan will think that I am depreciating myself, but in short, I will not get any benefits." Yi Shijun shook his head repeatedly, "If it weren't for your curiosity, I wouldn't have told you this."

Mu Xingqiu looked to the land. Under the impact of the heat, Zhibubang's great illusion seemed to be unstable, which made him very worried.

Yi Shijun was still unsatisfied, "After saying so much, you should be able to guess my achievements."

"You condensed into a pure inner alchemy?" Mu Xingqiu said perfunctorily, deciding to check the illusion later to see if there are any loopholes.

"You finally became smart once. Haha, it's really interesting. You are a Taoist priest. The three cultivation pills in your body are not pure. I am the demon of all souls, but I have a Taoist inner alchemy!"

Yi Shijun stared at Mu Xingqiu, wanting to see many emotions such as surprise, disappointment, jealousy, etc., but he was disappointed. After a while, he asked boredly: "How are you doing? Have you figured out the True Illusion Inner Alchemy?"

Mu Xingqiu nodded, still thinking about the impact of the sudden strengthening flame on the illusion of Zhibubang.

Yi Shijun held up the dark green bead, "It is called the Demon Soul Bead, which is at least equivalent to a ninth-grade and level nine magic weapon. In time, it is not much worse than the nine treasures of the Taoist dynasty. Mu Xingqiu, you are no match for me now, so...huh..."

Yi Shijun was used to being surrounded by flatterers and was very annoyed by Mu Xingqiu's coldness. In his memory, Mu Xingqiu respectfully asked him for advice more than two months ago.

Mu Xingqiu reached out to grab the Demon Soul Bead and took a look, "It's indeed a good thing, but it's still much worse than the sword washing pool."

Yi Shijun took a deep breath, and his eyes never left Mu Xingqiu's hand, "Why...can't you..."

"I'll give it back to you." Mu Xingqiu put the beads back into Yi Shijun's hand.

Yi Shijun took a deep breath again, and when he spoke again, his voice softened, "What level has your inner alchemy reached?"

"Swallowing smoke twice."

It is impossible for the real inner alchemy to rise from Fo Xia to swallowing smoke within a few months. The half-true and half-illusioned inner alchemy is normal. It is not surprising that Yi Shijun was not surprised, but Mu Xingqiu found a way to practice the true illusion inner alchemy so quickly. Besides the time he asked for advice more than two months ago, he never asked him for help.

"Are you sure which spell is useful?"

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "I forgot."

"Huh?" Yi Shijun was confused. It was as impossible for Taoist priests to forget about something as humans and demons forgot how to eat.

"I only remember the pronunciation, not the words, nor the order before and after. This is my unintentional mantra." Mu Xingqiu realized this very early. It took almost twenty days to forget the words and order, and the true practice was only more than a month.

Yi Shijun was stunned and was about to speak, but Mu Xingqiu said, "I finally forgot it, don't mention it in front of me."

"Hehe, congratulations." Yi Shi Junyan was insincere, "But our competition has not ended yet. My inner alchemy has just condensed for a while, and its power is naturally weaker, but it is a real, pure inner alchemy. When I reach the level of subduing the Sun Mang..."

"Time, the key is time. My cultivation is progressing slowly and slowly. At this speed, within ten years, my true illusion inner alchemy can reach the level of God-intoxication, and your inner alchemy can probably only reach the level of swallowing smoke."

"Hehe, do you think I've been practicing for the past period of time? I came up with a way to win us a little more time. I said 'a little' not a day or two, not a year or two, but at least a few decades. But-"

Yi Shijun finally saw a hint of surprise on Mu Xingqiu's face, so he paused for a while before continuing: "My method must be helped by magic from other countries. Can you still receive it?"

Mu Xingqiu showed some confusion, "Just a few hours ago, I felt a very intense anger. The person who emitted the emotions seemed to be familiar with me and was very unfamiliar. Maybe it was Yang Qingyin, so I followed this emotion and spread the illusion, but I don't know if it really succeeded."

Yi Shijun's eyes widened wider and then laughed, "It's great, you must figure out this matter. If your illusion can really spread, what time do we need? You can leave Zhibubang directly!"

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