Chapter 0562 White Room

Yi Shijun pretending to be Zuo Liuying fell from the sky, and Yang Qingyin rushed forward and fired a ball of fire. Her original intention was not to kill Yi Shijun, but to take the opportunity to seriously injure him - after hearing so many rumors, she believed that the method of killing again with one move and Zuo Liuying's layer of restrictions were still not enough to make Yi Shijun lose his ability to resist.

She guessed right, but still underestimated this monster.

With a bang, the fireball hit Yi Shijun, and the body that was exactly the same as Zuo Liuying was torn into pieces and exploded.

Yang Qingyin was stunned, and the Taoist priests and spirit monsters on the ground were also stunned. Lao Zhuang even stamped his feet and beat his chest, and was very sad. No matter whether it was Yi Shijun or Zuo Liuying, no matter whether he helped intentionally or just did it by chance, Lao Zhuang was grateful to him for restoring the demon pill to its original state.

"Catch him!" Xiaohao shouted.

This reminder was very strange. Yi Shijun was already shattered, what else could he catch?

Mu Xingqiu was not good at making long-term plans, but in critical moments, his mind worked faster than anyone else, even faster than his own consciousness. He had not yet fully understood the true meaning of Xiaohao's words, and he didn't even know whether these three words came from the real Zuo Liuying, but he had already made a move.

Mu Xingqiu did not try to use his full strength in the illusion, and instantly pointed the seventh level of illusion at the midair.

Yang Qingyin was fine, and Santian's protective power was perfect, making the illusion impenetrable, but right in front of her, it seemed that something was approaching quickly. This thing could not be seen with the naked eye or the third eye, and could not be detected with ordinary spells. Only illusion could vaguely feel its existence.

It was like a breeze that blew up from the ground and died as it came, like a wild cat that suddenly jumped out of a hidden corner and flashed by.

Faced with this situation, most people would just freeze, and by the time they reacted, the wind had already passed and the cat was left with only its back. Very few people who had received strict training would not waste time observing what it was, but would directly draw their swords and attack instead of defend.

Mu Xingqiu was one of those very few people, and his sword was the illusion of emptiness.

The illusion grabbed what it felt.

This thing was very similar to the emotions of humans or monsters, the only difference was that it was too powerful.

Mu Xingqiu had performed the illusion of emptiness many times, and the emotions he came into contact with were powerless to resist. The Taoist priests or beast monsters could block the illusion, not by the emotions themselves, but by spells and sorcery, which formed a hard shell that prevented the illusion from entering. As for emotions and memories, things in the mind, they were still weak.

But this thing was different. It was very similar to emotions, and could be firmly grasped by the illusion of emptiness, but not controlled by it, like a slippery big fish swinging its powerful tail.

Mu Xingqiu felt just like a fisherman who was quietly fishing by the lake. Suddenly, he found that the float was sinking. He immediately held the fishing rod tightly. The stronger the pulling force on the line, the more excited he was, because that meant that he had caught a big fish.

Sometimes the fish is so big that it will even drag the fisherman into the water.

Mu Xingqiu's illusion caught a big fish, a very big fish. The pulling force was so strong that Mu Xingqiu was pulled over and his neck was almost broken.

It was not until he was about to hit Yang Qingyin's face that Mu Xingqiu realized that it was not his body that was pulled over by that thing, but his soul.

The Taoist priest and the spirit demon could not see the strange thing, nor did they find Mu Xingqiu's soul. They only saw Yi Shijun torn into pieces, but there was no blood and flesh splashing.

"It's all wood and stone, and bones!" Xin Youtao screamed.

Yi Shijun's body had no flesh and blood at all, but a pile of wood, stone, bones, and horns. Each piece was very old and tattered, as if it was a piece of trash picked up in the wilderness. Only the Taoist robe was real.

The Taoists were stunned. They all had celestial eyes, but no one could see the witchcraft on the fake Zuo Liuying.

"Be careful!" Xiao Qingtao shouted at Yang Qingyin in mid-air, because she stopped there and kept the posture of sending out fireballs, and it seemed that she would not move.

"What's wrong with Xiaoqiu brother?" Baldy also shouted, flying around the motionless Mu Xingqiu.

Strange things happened one after another, and the Taoist priests and spirits panicked. Some wanted to fly to the sky to check on Yang Qingyin, some wanted to run to Mu Xingqiu to help, and some guarded the four Taoist priests who had accepted the method of re-destruction and had not yet woken up...

"Don't move!" Xiaohao's voice was still very childish, but the meaning of the command was very obvious, "This is the real Zuo Liuying, he told everyone not to move, not even a finger."

"What's going on?" Xin Youtao leaned forward, ready to run to Mu Xingqiu, and then stopped immediately.

"The souls of Yi Shijun and Mu Xingqiu have entered Yang Qingyin's brain, and may enter other people's brains later. No one should move, and from now on, don't even say a word. If you move your body and shake your soul, it will give Yi Shijun the opportunity to devour your soul."

"He has illusion protection, it's okay." Xiaohao closed his lips tightly, even his eyeballs did not move, and the bald man did not move either. He cherished everything he had left.

The Taoist priest and the spirit monster were full of doubts, but Xiaohao's words were so serious that no one dared to speak. The beast monster Laozhuang raised one leg, and at this time he didn't even dare to put it on the ground, just standing on one leg.

The camp was quiet, with only the sound of the wind.

In the camp far away, other monsters looked from afar, and didn't dare to come over to check the situation.

Mu Xingqiu followed Yi Shijun into Yang Qingyin's mind, thinking that he would see the clear lake of mind again, but he was wrong. He entered a wonderful space, a place he had never heard of or thought of.

Everywhere was white, the ground, the walls, the ceiling, there was no place that was not white, and there was no shadow. At first glance, it was even impossible to tell up, down, left, and right, as if it was an endless white plain. It was not until Yi Shijun led him to fly a few circles that Mu Xingqiu discovered the broken line at the corner.

Yi Shijun was still invisible, and so was Mu Xingqiu. This was his soul. He continued to cast spells in the same place, using illusion to catch Yi Shijun. The soul and the illusion merged into one, and it felt like he had caught something with his own hands.

Yi Shijun flew very fast, like a wild bird that had just been put into a cage, up and down, left and right, and kept tossing.

Mu Xingqiu refused to let go. He knew that as long as he let go, Yi Shijun would disappear.

After a while, Mu Xingqiu discovered another strange thing. There was actually a person in the white room, floating in the middle of the room. From clothes to facial features and eyebrows, everything was white, exactly the same as the wall. If he hadn't followed Yi Shijun up and down, Mu Xingqiu would not have noticed that the two small holes were actually nostrils.

This was clearly a corner of Yang Qingyin's mind, why was there an outsider? Although he didn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly, Mu Xingqiu was sure that this person was very strange and had never seen him before.

Suddenly, the cold wind was biting, and Yi Shijun flew out of Yang Qingyin's mind and came to the outside world. Mu Xingqiu saw a group of Taoist priests and demons who were as stiff as statues. The Taoist priests were not afraid of the cold, but he now felt the coldness piercing his bones, as if he was pierced into his body by countless steel needles.

Mu Xingqiu still didn't let go.

Yi Shijun twisted more violently. He wanted to get rid of the burden behind him, but he seemed to have lost most of his abilities and couldn't directly cast magic on Mu Xingqiu's illusion and soul.

Being exposed to the outside world is a torture for the soul. The air is too cold, the wind is too loud, and the sun is too dazzling. Everything is unbearable. The process of leaving his body and entering Yang Qingyin's mind is short. This time, Yi Shijun plans to stay outside.

Mu Xingqiu feels that he can't hold on for long. His soul wants to return to his body, or any body.

There are dark clouds above his head. Yi Shijun happened to fly upward. Mu Xingqiu saw that the shadow was not a dark cloud, but a big hand. The palm of the hand flashed with talisman-like words, changing slowly, but he didn't recognize a single word.

This is Zuo Liuying's hand. He guessed it, and Yi Shijun must have guessed it too. He immediately turned around and went into another mind.

This mind obviously didn't like the Taoist priest very much. Mu Xingqiu felt like he had hit a hard wall. With a bang, he felt dizzy, but he didn't let go and followed Yi Shijun in.

This is an empty room, a little old, with dust in the corners. There should be no one inside, at least Mu Xingqiu didn't see it.

Yi Shijun did not stop, and flew out. The giant hand in the air was getting closer, so Yi Shijun did not stay outside for long, and continued to drill into other minds.

With a bang, Mu Xingqiu bumped into it again.

After bumping into it three or four times in a row, Mu Xingqiu understood what was going on. Zuo Liuying quietly used magic to lay a net of heaven and earth. Yi Shijun's only way to escape was to hide in the mind of a Taoist priest or a demon, but he was dragging another person's soul behind him, so he could not hide his whereabouts.

Yi Shijun wanted to get rid of the illusion and soul, but twisting didn't work, so he frequently drilled into the minds of different demons. The demons were naturally resistant to the Taoist's magic, and it was these resistances that kept hitting Mu Xingqiu's soul like a wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Although it was only the soul that was hit, Mu Xingqiu could still feel the extremely real pain and dizziness. This was not a pleasant feeling at all. He felt like he was being dragged behind by a fierce horse, running fast among the rubble and stones all over the ground. The fierce horse could jump over it, but he was hit frequently.

The mind that Yi Shijun entered was full of rooms, of different sizes, colors, and new and old. Some were empty, and some were inhabited by animals. Mu Xingqiu saw a lazy lizard, a huge spider, and a buzzing bird, all of which were very strange, because he knew that there were no such animals among the spirit monsters.

But these animals were not as strange as the white stranger in Yang Qingyin's white room.

Mu Xingqiu soon ran out of energy to think about these things. If it was his real body that was hit, he would definitely be bruised and swollen, with a big bump on his head. At this moment, he only had one thought left, never let go, never let Yi Shijun escape.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there might be no chance to trap Yi Shijun in the future.

Mu Xingqiu already understood why even the servants who lived with him day and night could not clearly describe Yi Shijun's appearance, because this great demon had no appearance at all, and even no body.

He was a soul that could exist independently, a demon of souls.