Feixiao is not a big black trunk. Its back shell is only a little over two meters in diameter, much larger than ordinary turtles, and much smaller than the other two black trunks.↖,

But it can talk.

Some strange beasts can understand the language of humans or demons, but they can't speak it themselves. Even spiritual beasts that have been raised by Taoist priests for a long time are so smart that they can understand the intentions of Taoists, they can't speak.

The snake-like neck was shaking in the sea water, then a head was pushed out, turning its head to look at its back.

The head is very similar to a ten-year-old man. He has no hair or beard, and even the top of his head is wrinkled, with a puffed mouth and a nose, but his eyes are surprisingly large, almost occupying half of his face.

Feixiao saw the female Taoist priest and the black phoenix hovering in the air. He blinked his eyes, continued to rotate his head, and asked again: "Who awakened me?"

Surprise flashed through Mu Xingqiu's heart. He immediately woke up and rushed out of Yang Qingyin's Niwan Palace, setting up a powerful layer of bans in the air with his true illusion body.

Yang Qingyin fell slowly, her pillow and her arms fell asleep. The black phoenix fell from the sky, covered her with her wings and tail feathers, then looked up at the light blue Mu Xingqiu, with a bit of curiosity in her stern gaze.

Mu Xingqiu used spells, mindful illusion, and natural Taoist spells one after another. He created eleven layers of prohibitions in a very short time and issued a path exploration spell to check the surrounding situation.

Feixiao is about forty or fifty miles away from Zhaoshan. The sun just rose and there was no cloud in the sky. The demon ship and the beast master's spacecraft were gone.

The pathfinding spell found the target, Feixiao's eyes also looked over, and his two big eyes blinked again, "I don't know you, and I didn't offend you."

Something flashed in the air a few times, and the visitor finally showed his true form. He was an old man with a clear appearance, without the characteristics of a demon clan. However, he was wearing a magician's robe and his long gray hair was draped behind him.

"You are a Taoist priest." Mu Xingqiu didn't know the old man, but he saw the Taoist style from his expression and manner. For example, his right hand was placed in front of his abdomen and his left hand was placed behind his back. Although his wide robe sleeve covered his palm, this posture was a bit like a Taoist ritual.

The old man did not bow, but just lowered his eyes and nodded, "The Dao Fire will not be extinguished." He paused for a while, as if he was thinking about the meaning of this sentence, "I used to be a Taoist priest, like you, I withdrew from the Taoist throne, and now I am an unknown person. Pangshan disciple Mu Xingqiu, how could you become like this? Have you come out of Zhibubang? That's impossible, you are a magic trick. I vaguely heard someone say you are a real illusion, which is easy to explain. The beast master wanted to command the world in the name of Mu Xingqiu. So he created an illusion."

Of course, Mu Xingqiu would not argue about this matter, "Izumokaku did not complete the task, so the King of Sacrifice sent you through the king's vein. If I was not wrong, you should be a Taoist hermit, right?"

"Herde? That's his former identity. The world is full of violence, how can there be a place for hermits to hide?"

"You can retreat with Daotong."

"As an illusion, you have so many problems." The old man laughed and shook his head, "There are indeed some hermits who have returned to the Taoist throne, but I won't do that. Because it violated my original oath, in short, I chose to withdraw from the Taoist throne, hand over the Niwan Palace inheritance, and stay in the world and walk a more difficult path."

"The so-called difficult road is to surrender to the King of Self-sacrifice?"

"Haha, although I don't like the word "refuge", you're not really wrong. Just be simple. I want to bring this old Xuanwu back, but I can't let the demons know, so I have to ask the beast master to take the blame. Alas, the plan was not like this, but a pity..."

In the original plan, the second-grade magician Qi Xuntian was the only demon clan that had a relationship with the country of sacrifice, but the arrival of Mu Xingqiu and Takuyong changed the direction of the entire plan.

Feixiao kept turning his head to look at the old man, blinking from time to time, and finding the other party's eyes coming. He repeated: "I don't know you, and I have never offended you."

"After living for hundreds of thousands of years and having incredible powerful power, Feixiao actually only cultivated a head that was similar to a human. I can understand why Zuo Liuying wanted to create the method of refining beasts. These strange beasts are so stupid that they are outrageously stupid. If they are combined with the wisdom of Taoist priests, they may become the first-class strong man. Zuo Liuying is actually not a real pioneer. As early as the battle between Taoist demons, Taoism had already used spirit beasts to fight. He just went further, making the relationship between the cultivators and the strange beasts closer, and even divided the ninth level of Taoism."

The hermit stared at Feixiao, but his words seemed to be talking to himself, showing his disdain for Zuo Liuying.

Feixiao was still confused and blinked. As a strange beast, although it was very knowledgeable about human language, it did not have complicated thinking. It did not understand many things and did not need to understand them. Between the two choices of avoidance and attack, he followed instinct.

Feixiao dived into the water, and the black phoenix grabbed Yang Qingyin and flew up. She was transformed by the demon clan, with much higher intelligence and knew that she would hide under Mu Xingqiu's ban.

Feixiao appeared several miles away, as if he had hit a wall. After changing direction three times in a row, he could not escape. He finally got angry. The mouth opened his mouth and looked shriveled and thin, but after opening it, it was extremely large. He pushed his eyes almost to the back of his head and spit out a blood-red sphere that was almost the same as its head, and rushed towards the hermit at a very fast speed.

"I'm finally willing to spit it out." The old man was waiting for this moment. He summoned an iron ruler with his right hand and held a small bronze mirror with his left hand. The blood ball stopped when it was seven or eight feet away from him, shook slightly, and suddenly started to burn, and then gradually shrank, making the color darker and darker.

This is the divine pill refined by Feixiao with great effort.

Feixiao was even more angry, and he spit out twelve blood-red divine pills one after another, ten attacking the hermit, and the other two rushed towards Mu Xingqiu and Heihuang respectively.

"Robber!" a voice shouted, and another long neck and head stretched out from Feixiao's shell.

"Thief!" The third neck and head also stretched out. After roaring, he blew up the divine pill with the other two heads.

Ninety-nine divine pills, eighty attack hermits, and the rest chased Mu Xingqiu and the Black Phoenix.

The hermit summoned more magic weapons, fixed all the divine pills in the surrounding air, cast spells to burn them, and turned into smaller beads.

After entering the restriction set by Mu Xingqiu, the speed slowed down. The black phoenix could dodge it by just flying normally. Mu Xingqiu changed several magics in succession and could also fix the magic pill. He distributed some of his magic power and sent a lightning bolt to the hermit.

The hermit had already learned Mu Xingqiu's ability in Zhaoshan, and did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately summoned out five Ichini corners and sent out a shield at the same time, which was stacked together to block the lightning.

"The divine pill is a treasure. Feixiao made them, but he could only absorb a small part of his power. It was really a waste of resources. Mu Xingqiu. Accept the divine pills on your side and share them with the beast master. You are the opponents of the demon clan, so it doesn't matter if you anger them again. Feixiao asked me to take them away as a gift to the King of Sacrifice. Things are unpredictable. One day, maybe we will join forces to fight."

The King of Sacrifice is a speculator and has never been completely loyal to the demon clan. Mu Xingqiu believes that if the king of Sacrifice really splits with the demon clan one day, it is because the King of Sacrifice wants to replace the demon clan instead of uniting with other resisters.

The Divine Pill and Feixiao must not let the King of Sacrifice go.

"I'll conquer Feixiao, you can deal with the minions of the King of Sacrifice." Yang Qingyin woke up. She turned over and stood on the back of the black phoenix, summoned a large number of magic weapons, and continued to use the technique of trapping the beasts on Feixiao.

The black phoenix carried Yang Qingyin to avoid the chasing of the god pill.

Feixiao noticed the art of trapping beasts, and his three heads twisted uneasily. The divine pills that attacked Mu Xingqiu were all changed to tracking the black phoenix, but the speed was even slower.

Mu Xingqiu was able to free up all his strength and no longer hide his magic. He used all to use the illusion of mind and mind. The transformation of virtual and real is uncertain, approaching the extreme of the eighth level of illusion.

When the eighth level of illusion is most powerful, it is equivalent to the realm of submerged moonlight, but it requires the illusion itself, the combination of casting skills and inner alchemy. Mu Xingqiu's illusion has no problem, and the casting skills are almost perfect. The only disadvantage is the three practice pills. None of them is a pure Taoist inner alchemy. When they come out of the stamina, they are equivalent to the realm of star fall. The true illusion body cannot practice alone, so the realm stops, reducing the strength of illusion.

Even so, Mu Xingqiu's eighth level illusion is at least equivalent to the fourth or fifth level of the God-Superior, and it is more than enough to deal with ordinary hermits. What is even more difficult to deal with is the five Izumika.

The Taoist hermits brought authentic five-element spells to the country of sacrifice. The Tuo royal family also has their own unique methods. They can focus the power of all demons into the demon weapon, and the power generated by the collection is far stronger than that of similar fish and dragon formations.

But Izumokao is a dead object after all, and the magic inside lacks changes. The virtual and real transformation of the illusion of the mind just hit this weakness. Not long after, Izumokao broke and the magic inside was not even used up.

The hermit's face changed slightly, "Hey, what a real fantasy."

Most of the divine pills that were parked in the air had turned into dark red beads the size of fists. The hermit felt that it was enough. He put away the bronze mirror, waved his left sleeve, and put in at least seventy divine pills. Then he summoned another Izumo and smiled and said, "The King of Sacrifice is not that greedy. I will leave the remaining divine pills for you. When the demons come to ask for it, it is better to use it as evidence. As for Feixiao, it is better to let me take it away."

A zimuji that was resisting the illusion of thoughts flew into the flying sky several miles away, and wanted to use the king's vein to take it away.

Feixiao was in a state of confusion. He was increasingly bound by the art of trapping beasts. Although he had not yet established a spirit of friendship with any beast master, he greatly relaxed his vigilance.

Mu Xingqiu concentrated on the illusion of mind, hitting the flying illusion into pieces, and then broke the remaining three illusion of mind one by one. The hermit lost his protection and had to face the illusion of mind.

The hermit smiled and his figure flashed slightly.

Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized that he was fooled. The hermit did not want to take Feixiao away. What he wanted was the divine pill. His previous words and Izumokao's actions were all to distract Mu Xingqiu's attention.

"One day..." The hermit said halfway through his words, the last Izumiko in his hand was struck by lightning and turned into a pile of debris, but he also disappeared, and there was no trace.

More than seventy divine pills disappeared, Feixiao's three heads suddenly opened his eyes, and his anger allowed him to get rid of the beast trapping technique.
Chapter completed!