When the Taoist sect used nine treasures to strengthen the ban on the state, the humans and demons inside felt it.∷∷,

The demon slaves and the people in the illusion on the land felt a violent vibration nine times in a row, once stronger than once. It was clearly a perfect weather with high sky and light clouds, but there was a thunder sound, accompanied by bursts of shattering sounds in the middle, as if the strong wind blew into pieces of trees.

Over the ocean, Mu Xingqiu and Yi Shijun saw more clearly. One after another, strange light flashed through the sky and the seabed. After each time, Zhibubang would become hotter, and more spiritual energy and unclean energy emerged from the sea water.

Yi Shijun looked at the sky blankly and waited until he calmed down and said, "Daotong is using the treasure to completely seal the Shibubang? They must have found that the Dao Fire is burning more vigorously. Did you see it? It means that the Shibubang was still so big, but in fact it was compressed a large piece, so the pressure was greater and the Dao Fire was hotter."

Mu Xingqiu discovered it and realized that all the illusions in the country were in danger. He had created many small illusions on the bottom of the sea, but later he was abandoned. At this time, it was gradually destroyed. If this continues, the large illusions on the land will be destroyed soon. He and Yi Shijun can tolerate the temperature of the furnace, and the demon slaves and the people will soon die of heat.

"First strengthen the great illusion, it will almost be unable to hold on..."

"Idiot," Yi Shijun stared at Mu Xingqiu in surprise, interrupting him bluntly, "Are you not awake yet? It's useless, what ten years of illusion, not even a year. First, the big illusion and a group of small insects inside, and then you and me, all are going to be finished. There is no need to wait for the destruction of the sacred tree, and the Taoist fire can burn us clean..."

"Listen." Mu Xingqiu's tone became stern. The strange king was quite powerful, but he rarely faced those who were evenly matched and was always away from possible dangers. Therefore, when the danger really came, he was so panicked that he was almost no different from ordinary people. Mu Xingqiu had to stand up and control the situation.

"My plan has not changed. I still have to use the Sun Mannei Dan plus the eleventh level of illusion to break through the ban."

"Even if you practice the True Illusion Inner Alchemy, the possibility of success is minimal. What can you do if you get what you want? Who told you that the Sun Mang and the eleventh level of illusion can break through the ban on the country? Even the divine tree cannot do it."

Mu Xingqiu has already started casting spells, "The divine tree is burned by the Taoist fire, and I am not burned, nor are you. Even if I hope it is smaller than looking for a needle in a haystack. I want to give it a try. So, shut your mouth and come and help."

Yi Shijun blushed, not because of shame, but because of anger. No one dared to speak to him in this tone. It was strange that one who had lived for less than thirty years. Although his anger surged, his panic in his heart decreased a little - even his old insect, who had been more than two thousand years, hoped to be guided when he was desperate and just followed.

Yi Shijun was not convinced. However, he did not argue and asked stiffly: "Why are you creating so many illusions? You will be squeezed out later."

"I want you to cast time-lapse spells in every new illusion. The kind you used when fighting Zuo Liuying can slow down time layer by layer."

"Oh. That's called "Front-free Ripple", which is my unique skill. Even if I hand over the method to you word by word, you won't learn it..."

Once Yi Shijun started to brag and sway, he couldn't stop. Mu Xingqiu threw the ancestor fire stick at him, "With this, the effect will be better."

In just a moment, Mu Xingqiu had created more than a hundred illusions of different sizes, like a pile of bubbles crammed between the large illusions and the Daotong ban, and the far-dirty peninsula.

Yi Shijun held the ancestral fire stick in one hand and the demon soul bead he refined in the other hand. He had the idea of ​​taking advantage of others' danger. Now he is more than 99% sure that he can defeat Mu Xingqiu...

"Work quickly!"

Mu Xingqiu shouted sternly. Yi Shijun immediately used formless ripples to all new illusions, and found a reason for his obedience in his heart: Don’t worry, waiting for an opportunity is the wise man’s method. What if the little bug can really break through the ban on Taoism?

Yi Shijun was half-hearted, but he fully understood Mu Xingqiu's intention. All the formless ripples in the illusion are normal on the side near the Daotong ban or the far-dirty peninsula, and then gradually extend, the closer the big illusion on the land, the longer the time.

A illusion that had just been created broke down.

"Look, I told you that the formless ripples are only effective in illusions. Even if there is an ancestor fire stick that can be invisible and real, it is only effective for the weak. For example, I can make your body feel like it has experienced seven days of hunger in one day, but it has no effect on the inner alchemy. The Taoist ban and the Dao Fire on the island are much stronger than your inner alchemy, so say..."

Yi Shijun kept talking, and Mu Xingqiu was casting spells again. He stretched his arms, his left hand towards the Great Illusion, and his right hand pointed to the far deserted peninsula. He used both hands to cast the Illusion of Mind Heart that combines virtual and real at the same time. Because the time speeds and slower in the two directions were different, the farther the right spell flew, the faster the left spell, the faster the speed. Lightning increased at a speed of dozens or hundreds of times, gradually wrapping up the Great Illusion.

Mu Xingqiu used illusion to carry the pressure brought by the Daotong ban and the heat generated by the Dao Fire. In conjunction with the formless ripples of Yishijun, it greatly delayed the speed of their transmission.

Yi Shijun shut up and stayed for a while, "You are hitting the stone with eggs. You accumulate the power of the Daotong ban and the Dao Fire on your right hand. Sooner or later, it will exceed your limit and smash you to pieces."

"I can continue to practice and enhance my strength by using my mind's illusion." Mu Xingqiu smiled, "It depends on who is faster."

Yi Shijun was stunned again, and then he said sincerely: "You are such a lunatic."

"The madman also needs help. From now on, you will have to repair the small loopholes in the illusion, and you will also have to ensure that I will not be starved to death or thirsty. I don't pick on it, just have some food."

"Haha!" Yi Shijun laughed disdainfully, "You don't have the power to fight back now, I can kill you with just one move."

"But you are not a lunatic." Mu Xingqiu said seriously.

Yi Shijun glared at Mu Xingqiu for a very stern time, and suddenly sighed angrily, flew to repair hundreds of illusions of different sizes within Zhibubang. He is usually crazy, but he cherishes his life at a critical moment than any human or demon clan. Even if there is only a very slim chance, he must seize it. At present, his chances are all on Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu transformed into two extra arms to practice boxing. The Taoist ban has just been strengthened, and he can support it without having to do his best, but the danger will accumulate day by day, and he must improve his strength as soon as possible.

This is a year-long race. At the beginning, Mu Xingqiu had the advantage, but as time goes by, the advantage will become smaller and smaller. If Mu Xingqiu cannot always lead, he and Yi Shijun will die, and tens of thousands of humans and demons in the great illusion will also die.

Mu Xingqiu eliminates useless thoughts. He has to seize every moment to practice.

Suddenly, he felt the familiar and unfamiliar feeling again. There was such a thing a few months ago. He sent out a powerful illusion, and he still didn't know what the consequences of this action had. After that, he had never had a similar experience until this moment.

The emotion was still full of anger and a strong passion, as if the wild beasts that had been bound for a long time were finally free.

Mu Xingqiu felt that emotions were related to Yang Qingyin, so he hoped to help. However, the illusion could no longer be sent out, and even his emotions became vague, much weaker than the last time.

But this is a connection after all, and therefore a channel.

This connection goes beyond the scope of spells. Mu Xingqiu was powerless for a moment and could only try to capture emotions and make it clearer.

Not long after, Mu Xingqiu was shocked suddenly. In that emotion, he not only vaguely felt Yang Qingyin's existence, but also Fangfang!

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Fangfang's soul had shifted. He turned from Yang Qingyin to another person, and the reason why he could still feel emotions was because of the Frost Soul Sword.

As soon as the thought arose, a ball of Taoist fire suddenly split out from the flames in the far deserted peninsula, breaking through one illusion after another, not being affected by formless ripples and illusions, walking all the way without any obstacles, and soon arrived at Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu was bound by something and could not cast a spell to resist.

The Dao Fire directly hit his chest, and exploded with a bang. The flames suddenly became strong, but only lasted for a very short moment. The screams of Yi Shijun in the distance had not stopped, and the flames had already been extinguished.

Yi Shijun flew back and looked at Mu Xingqiu in shock, "What's going on? You... you are not injured."

Mu Xingqiu was not hurt at all. He was even more shocked than Yi Shijun, but he found a clue, "It's Fangfang, her soul..."

"Who? Whose soul?" Yi Shijun had heard of Qin Lingshuang's deeds, but he didn't take it much, especially he didn't know that a sword containing more than 100,000 souls was engraved on a bone of Mu Xingqiu.

The Taoist fire just now came for the Frost Soul Sword and suddenly disappeared. At the same time, Mu Xingqiu could no longer feel the strange emotion, and everything was interrupted.

"It's okay." Mu Xingqiu said, just as he engraved the Frost Soul Sword on his bones and no longer exposed them, he buried Fangfang in his deepest memory, and just talking about her was like a blasphemy.

Fangfang's soul has never taken the initiative to do anything. This is the only time. Mu Xingqiu completely let go. No matter who has a soul outside the Shibubang, he has been recognized and helped by Fangfang's soul.

He was very curious about who was the one who got the soul. The first thing he thought of was bald man, but he didn't think it looked very similar.

Yi Shijun knew that things were not that simple, and knew that he could not ask anything. He snorted, pointed to the great illusion on the land and said, "I remind you that my formless ripples have penetrated there. The demon slaves cannot stop the spells that produce reality in the virtual world. Their time is extending, and it has been extended by more than seven times. This is impossible. You have created too many illusions, plus various spells..."

Mu Xingqiu looked into the great illusion, and the sky eyes penetrated through the spells and found that everything there was incredibly fast - the time in the illusion was prolonged, and in the eyes of people outside the illusion, time became faster.

The more and more houses are rising, the fertile fields are expanding rapidly, and the day and night are reincarnated, and everyone is in a hurry to grow taller and grow older.

Mu Xingqiu found his younger brother, and saw Erqiu's gaze becoming more and more steady, and wrinkles gradually appeared on his face.

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