Chapter 0446: The Realm of Divine Wandering

Mu Xingqiu stood among a group of Taoists who were in the state of infusion, and felt as if he had accidentally entered someone else's dream. He was completely redundant, no one paid attention to him, and he couldn't understand what was happening in the dream.

Twenty-three Taoists who were in the state of infusion were talking in a trance. Mu Xingqiu could only act as a bystander, but he couldn't even see their faces clearly. Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian also looked blurry. Only Zuo Liuying was still clearly visible, but there was no expression on that handsome face. He occasionally blinked his eyes, indicating that he was really a living person.

This was a strange scene. Mu Xingqiu knew that the dispute between the Taoists who were in the state of infusion must be very intense, but what he saw, heard, and felt was only the ethereal Taoists, the quiet fragrance of flowers, and the gentle autumn wind. He thought that he would not be left here for no reason, so he urged his magic power to strengthen the three fields to protect him.

At first, Mu Xingqiu did not find any signs of magic invasion. When he used the illusion of emptiness to detect outside, he found that the magic stopped in pieces just a few feet away.

The power of the magic of the Taoist priests is reflected in all aspects, one of which is that the spells are more concealed. As long as they want, they can make the spells leave no traces until they are imposed on the target's body. It is remarkable that Mu Xingqiu can use illusion to find the spells that stop around him.

But these spells are still a blur to Mu Xingqiu. He can't count how many spells there are. He can only guess that the twenty-three Taoist priests probably have started, but why don't they fire? Mu Xingqiu firmly controls his illusion and dares not come into contact with any spell. He keeps increasing his magic power until the illusion reaches the seventh level, which is his limit.

Any kind of spell will cause some vibrations in the air to a certain extent. Mortals can't notice it. They can only see colors and hear sounds. Taoists can judge the trajectory and power of the spells in advance through these vibrations. The sensitivity is closely related to their own practice realm. Mu Xingqiu uses the inner elixir of the fifth level of Xingluo in the Niwan Palace, but can only detect very slight vibrations one foot away.

The illusion used to detect emotional changes can also greatly enhance the ability to sense spells. After reaching the seventh level, Mu Xingqiu was finally able to roughly distinguish the blurred vibrations. There were a total of 22 spells, and only one Taoist did not cast a spell on him.

Mu Xingqiu's illusions could not be hidden from the Taoist who was in charge of the spirit, but no one cared. The reason why the 22 spells were not fired had nothing to do with Mu Xingqiu, but the Taoists who cast the spells were wary of each other and discussed with each other, and they had not decided who would be the first.

With the strength of the Taoist who was in charge of the spirit, the first spell that rushed into the target's body could not only investigate Mu Xingqiu clearly, but also take away something by the way, which was unacceptable to others.

Mu Xingqiu tried his best but could only detect the prototypes of these spells. He knew that he could not block any of them. The gap between Xingluo and Zhuzhong was a chasm. Mu Xingqiu in the past could not understand this sentence at all. Now he only saw the appearance of the chasm and still could not cross it.

Knowing that it was meaningless, Mu Xingqiu still refused to give up the resistance and continued to keep the illusion at the seventh level, using the nascent antlers of a young deer to fight against twenty-two fangs.

If it weren't for the addition of the twenty-third spell, Mu Xingqiu would have been defeated in this confrontation with a huge disparity in strength. This last spell came suddenly, and did not abide by the compromise and stalemate that other spells had reached. It stood out from the crowd and directly hit Mu Xingqiu's illusion.

If an outsider was watching, he would only feel that the flower hall was too quiet at this time, without the slightest change, but at the spell level, it was already a mess. The other twenty-two spells were caught off guard and lost the initiative, but they reacted very quickly and immediately moved forward together, ready to defeat the unruly spell.

Mu Xingqiu's resistance only lasted for a short while, and he was about to summon the Frost Soul Sword. A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Believe me."

Who to believe? This was not a real voice, so naturally there was no tone, accent, or other personal characteristics. Mu Xingqiu had no way of distinguishing the identity of the speaker. He was slightly stunned, but still guessed who this person was, so he accepted the other party's request-handing over the control of the mind illusion.

It was still his inner elixir that gave birth to the magic power, and it was still his magic power that maintained the mind illusion, but Mu Xingqiu gave up further control of the illusion, and its range, direction, target, etc. were all controlled by another person.

Besides Zuo Liuying, who else had this ability? Although they were all Taoists who were infused with spirits, only he had spent a month observing Mu Xingqiu's illusion every day, and he knew it like the back of his hand, as if he had learned it himself.

It was still the seventh level of illusion, and it was handed over to Zuo Liuying to operate, but the power was very different. Mu Xingqiu had been working hard to improve his cultivation realm, and he had learned very few spells, which was equivalent to having a magic weapon, but only knowing how to go straight, and not knowing the skills of turning and moving.

Wuxu's magic merged with Zuo Liuying's magic, turned around and rushed into the twenty-two magics, colliding back and forth, but not really confronting any of the magics, always retreating at the first touch, and the direction was as erratic as a dizzy fly, but the Taoists couldn't catch it.

The pattern of the twenty-two magics moving in parallel was broken in an instant. At first, they all wanted to catch up with the magic, but soon they became suspicious of each other. Although they didn't fight openly, they fought secretly, and there were more and more unintentional obstructions and pushes.

This was a weird fighting style that Mu Xingqiu had never experienced before and was not qualified to experience. He was like a puppet controlled by a master, making movements that were indistinguishable from those of a living person. This fight greatly broadened Mu Xingqiu's horizons. The originally vague spells gradually became clear. He was even able to distinguish which spells belonged to the same group and which spells fought more intensely.

The first thing he recognized was the spell of Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian. The spell itself had no characteristics, but among the many spells, it was the only one that was alone. It fell into a disadvantage in the melee and had to retreat slightly.

There were two other spells that were particularly interested in attacking Mu Xingqiu himself. They made several advances but were blocked by other spells. Mu Xingqiu guessed that these two spells belonged to Yashan Taoist priests. Because of the death of Xi Jianchi and Zhao Zhijin, Yashan was particularly interested in his "secrets".

The melee didn't last long. Mu Xingqiu was lucky enough to see the Taoist priests fighting. Although no one used their full strength, it was enough to make him ashamed. The changes in these spells were too many and too fast. In comparison, Xingluo Taoist priests are like soldiers charging with weapons, while low-level Taoist priests are street gangsters who can only wield sticks.

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

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu noticed that everything around him had changed. He felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Venus appeared in the sky before his eyes, but if he looked carefully, he found that these stars had specific meanings.

Mu Xingqiu finally saw what kind of conversation the so-called "spiritual wandering" is. He once spoke in front of the Taoist priests who paid attention to the spirit, but he only stood outside the door and let them watch. He himself did not enter the room at that time and had no intuition about the wandering mind. impression.

The spoken language is of little use in the realm of fugues, accounting for only 20 to 30% of the total. Most of the words are vivid scenes and rigid words, scattered everywhere in an orderly manner, for everyone to look at at will.

Each Zhushen Taoist priest can release a large number of sights and words at the same time. In this way, the information they express is dozens of times more than a simple sound. Only the Zhushen Taoist priest can accept so many things at the same time. What Mu Xingqiu saw was only a small part of it. When he wanted to see each one clearly, more information came flooding in.

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

"Take him out!"

"This is a realm of wandering spirits. No one except a Taoist priest with a spiritual focus is allowed to enter."

"Zuo Liuying, you have 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. They were a vast sea of ​​Taoist agreements and regulations that Mu Xingqiu would never see in the ordinary version of "Qiankun Ding".

The only voice Zuo Liuying made was, "You want to know if there are more secrets hidden in this Taoist priest. I brought him here and you can check it out at will. This is fairer than breaking into his mind directly."

"Note that Taoist priests have the right to do this!" A Taoist priest gave a lot of evidence.

"Mu Xingqiu is not at a high level, and he has withdrawn from the Taoist tradition, so he is not qualified..."

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

The appearance of the twenty-three Taoist priests became clear. They were tall, short, fat, thin, old and young, handsome and ugly. The only thing they had in common was that most of them had angry looks.

"Zuo Liuying, have you really decided?" Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian asked coldly.

"I think what I expressed is very clear." Zuo Liuying said calmly.

"You are the leader of the Forbidden Secret Department. I will not allow you to be a protector for someone who is neither a Taoist priest nor a disciple of Pangshan." The dispute has ended, and Yang Yannian directly made the final decision.

"Mu Xingqiu is about to transform into a demon. If you act as his protector, if you reveal many secrets of the Taoism..." Another Taoist priest who paid attention to the spirit said loudly, "No, absolutely not."

"These problems are easy to solve." Zuo Liuying remained calm, "If I withdraw from Pangshan, I will no longer be bound by the commandments; if I voluntarily remove the relevant memories, the secrets will not be revealed."

Mu Xingqiu was still just a bystander, but he could feel the storm caused by Zuo Liuying.