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Mu Xingqiu stood in the middle of a group of Shenshen Taoist priests, feeling as if he had inadvertently intruded into someone else's dream, completely redundant, no one paid attention to it, and he couldn't understand what happened in the dream.

Twenty-three Shen Daoist priests were talking in a fugue manner, Mu Xingqiu could only act as a bystander, but he couldn't even see their faces clearly, and Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian also looked blurred, only Zuo Liuying was still clearly visible, but that handsome face was expressionless, and occasionally blinked his eyes, indicating that this was really a living person.

This is a strange scene, Mu Xingqiu knows that the controversy between the Taoist priests must be very fierce, but what he sees and hears is only the ethereal Taoist priest, the quiet fragrance of flowers, and the gentle autumn breeze, he thinks that he will not be left here for no reason, so he urged the mana to strengthen the support of Sandian.

At first, Mu Xingqiu didn't find any signs of spell invasion, but when he used the Illusion Technique to probe outward, he found that the spells stopped just a stone's throw away.

The power of the spells of the Shen Daoist is reflected in all aspects, one of which is that the spell is more hidden, as long as they want, they can make the spell leave no trace, and it will not be noticed until it is imposed on the target's body, Mu Xingqiu can use illusion to find the spell that stops around him, which is already remarkable.

But these spells were still a blur to Mu Xingqiu, he couldn't count how many spells there were, and he could only guess that the twenty-three Divine Daoists had probably started it, but why did they not trigger it? Mu Xingqiu firmly controlled his illusion, and did not dare to make contact with any spell, he kept increasing his mana until the illusion reached the seventh layer, which was his limit.

Any kind of spell will cause some vibrations in the air, mortals can't notice it, they can only see colors, hear sounds, but Taoist priests can judge the trajectory and power of the spell in advance through these vibrations, and the sensitive process is closely related to their own cultivation realm. Mu Xingqiu used the five-fold inner pill in the mud pill palace, and he could only detect a very slight vibration from a foot away.

The illusory technique used to detect changes in the situation can also greatly enhance the ability to feel spells, and after being promoted to the seventh layer, Mu Xingqiu can finally barely distinguish the vague vibrations, a total of twenty-two spells, and only one Taoist priest did not cast a spell on him.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion couldn't hide from the Taoist priests, but no one cared, the reason why the twenty-two spells were not triggered had nothing to do with Mu Xingqiu, but the Taoist priests who issued the spells were afraid of each other and discussed with each other, and they didn't decide who would be the first for a long time.

To inject the strength of the Shinto priest. The first spell that rushed into the target's body could not only investigate Mu Xingqiu clearly, but also take something away by the way, which was unacceptable to others.

Mu Xingqiu tried his best to only detect the rudiments of these spells, he knew that he couldn't stop any of them, the gap between starfall and attention was a gap, Mu Xingqiu couldn't understand this sentence at all in the past, and now he only saw the appearance of the chasm, and he still couldn't cross it.

Knowing is pointless. Mu Xingqiu still refused to give up his resistance, and continued to keep his illusion at the seventh layer, using the nascent horns of the fawn against the twenty-two pairs of fangs.

If it weren't for the addition of the twenty-third spell, Mu Xingqiu would definitely lose in this confrontation with a huge disparity in strength. This last spell came suddenly. Nor did he abide by the compromise and stalemate that had been reached by other spells, and came out of the crowd, directly colliding with Mu Xingqiu's illusion.

If outsiders watch, they will only feel that the flower hall is too quiet at this time. There hasn't been the slightest change, but at the spell level, it's already a mess. The other twenty-two spells were caught off guard and lost the lead, but they all reacted extremely quickly, and immediately marched together, ready to defeat the unruly spell.

Mu Xingqiu's resistance only lasted for a short while, and he was almost about to summon the Frost Soul Sword, when a voice suddenly sounded in his head, "Trust me." ”

Who do you believe? This is not a real voice, and naturally there are no personal characteristics such as tone and tone, Mu Xingqiu has no way to distinguish the identity of the speaker, he was slightly stunned, but he still guessed who this person is, so he accepted the other party's request - handed over the control of the mind illusion.

It was still his Neidan that was giving birth to mana, and it was still his mana that was maintaining the Mind Illusion, but Mu Xingqiu gave up further control over the illusion, and its scope, direction, target, and so on were all controlled by another person.

Except for Zuo Liuying, who else has this kind of ability? Although they are all Shenshen Taoist priests, only he has spent a month observing Mu Xingqiu's illusion every day, and knows it well, as if he has learned it himself.

It is still the seventh layer of illusion, which is operated by Zuo Liuying, but the power is very different, Mu Xingqiu has been working hard to improve his cultivation realm, and he has learned very few spells, which is equivalent to having a divine weapon, but he can only go straight and go, and he doesn't know the skills of tossing and turning.

The illusory spell and Zuo Liuying's spell were integrated, turning around and rushing into the twenty-two spells, rushing back and forth, but not really confronting any of the spells, always retreating with one touch, and the direction fluttered like a dizzy fly, but the gods and Taoist priests couldn't catch it.

The pattern of twenty-two spells going hand in hand was broken in an instant, at first they all wanted to catch up with the illusion, and soon they became suspicious of each other, although there was no open dispute, but there was a secret fight, unintentionally blocking and pushing more and more.

This is a strange fighting method that Mu Xingqiu has never experienced and is not qualified to experience, he is like a puppet being manipulated by a master, making movements that are indistinguishable from those of a living person. This battle greatly expanded Mu Xingqiu's horizons, and the originally vague spells gradually became clear, and he was even able to distinguish which spells were in a group and which spells were more intense.

The first thing he recognized was the spell of Grandmaster Yang Yannian of Pangshan, the spell itself had no characteristics, but among the many spells, it was the only one who was alone, falling into the middle of the melee and having to retreat slightly.

There were also two spells that were particularly interested in attacking Mu Xingqiu himself, and he rushed forward several times, but they were stopped by other spells. Mu Xingqiu guessed that these two spells belonged to Asan Daoist, because of the death of the Sword Washing Pool and Zhao Zhijin, Asan was particularly interested in his "secret".

The melee didn't last long, Mu Xingqiu was fortunate enough to see the fighting scene of the Taoist priest, although no one used all his strength, but it was enough to make him embarrassed, the changes of these spells were too many and too fast, compared to the starfall Taoist priest was like a soldier with a charge, and the low-level Taoist priest was a street bastard who could only wield a stick.

Zuo Liuying single-handedly created this melee, accepted it when he saw it, did not give other Taoist priests a chance to unite against him, and jumped out of the battle group with Mu Xingqiu's illusion and came to a new realm.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu found that everything around him had changed, and he felt like he had been hit with a slap in the face, and a sky full of Venus appeared in front of him, but if he looked closely, these Venus stars had specific meanings.

Mu Xingqiu finally got a glimpse of what kind of conversation the so-called "iQue" was, he used to speak in front of the Daoist priests, but he only stood outside the door for the other party to watch, and he himself did not enter the hall at that time, so he did not get an intuitive impression of the iQue.

Spoken language is of little use in the realm of fugue, accounting for only two or three percent, and more vivid scenes and rigid words, scattered in a haphazard manner, for everyone to view at will.

Each Divine Daoist can release a large number of scenes and words at the same time, in this way, the information they express is dozens of times that of a simple voice, and only the Divine Daoist can accept so many things at the same time, what Mu Xingqiu saw was only a small part of it, and when he wanted to see them one by one, more information came back.

Here, Mu Xingqiu is as clumsy as Zhang Xiang'er and Shen Cunyi, who are learning boxing, and he can only keep up with the progress of three or four percent despite his best efforts, so he has to abandon a lot of information, chase the scenes and words that come first, and then transform them into a language that he can understand.

The Taoist priests were shocked and dissatisfied with Mu Xingqiu's intrusion, and immediately protested to Zuo Liuying.

"Get him out!"

"This is the realm of fugue, and non-Shendao priests are not allowed to enter. ”

"Zuo Liuying, you've gone too far. ”

In order to express these words, the Taoist priests made not only sounds, but also a large number of written records and scenes, which were the vast agreements and regulations of the Taoist system, which Mu Xingqiu would never see in the ordinary version of "Qiankun Ding".

Zuo Liuying only let out a voice, "You want to know if there are more secrets hidden in this Taoist priest, I brought him here, you can check at will, it's fairer than breaking into his head directly." ”

"The Taoist priest has the right to do this!" said one Taoist priest who gave a lot of evidence.

"Mu Xingqiu's realm is not enough, and he has already withdrawn from the Dao system, and he is not qualified to ......"

The scenes, words, and sounds quickly faded, and the realm of fugue soon became empty, Zuo Liuying let go of the illusion, and Mu Xingqiu returned to the real world.

The faces of the twenty-three priests were all clear, tall, short, fat and thin, old and young, handsome and ugly, and the only thing in common was that most of them had angry faces.

"Zuo Liuying, have you really decided?" asked Pang Mountain Sect Master Yang Yannian coldly.

"I think it's pretty clear what I'm saying. Zuo Liuying said calmly.

"You are the head of the Forbidden Secret Sect, and I don't allow you to be a protector for someone who is neither a Taoist priest of the Forbidden Secret Sect nor a disciple of Pang Mountain. The controversy has ended, and Yang Yannian directly gave the final decision.

"Mu Xingqiu is about to turn into a demon, you are his protector, in case you leak many secrets of the Dao system...... another Shen Daoist priest said loudly, "No, absolutely not." ”

"These problems are easy to solve. Zuo Liuying remained calm, "If I withdraw from Pang Mountain, I will no longer be bound by the precepts, and if I voluntarily remove the relevant memories, I will not divulge secrets." ”

Mu Xingqiu was still just a bystander, but he could feel the turbulent waves set off by Zuo Liuying.

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