Chapter 0636 Zuo Liuying Explains

Zuo Liuying followed the local customs and her retreat was in a demon cave, surrounded by flowers and trees. You had to separate to see the cave entrance. The part of the cave that was above the ground was a flower stand covered with vines and flowers.

Mu Xingqiu insisted on coming to see Zuo Liuying once. He still had a bald spot on his chest and didn't want to wait any longer.

Black Phoenix still led the way. It was not far from her residence, but the scenery was completely different. It suddenly changed from early autumn to late spring. Mu Xingqiu couldn't imagine that this was the retreat place chosen by Zuo Liuying herself. It wasn't until the flea rushed into the flowers and happily devoured the flowers that he began to believe it a little.

"Battle Demon Mountain is much more comfortable than Ice City and Wolf Plain. Perhaps for this reason, the demons of Battle Demon Mountain do not like to participate in wars unless the war concerns their own hometown." The reason why Black Phoenix's face was blurred was because she was wearing an almost transparent mask, which she had put on again. "Please don't take my words too seriously. Not all demons think the same as I do. Some believe that the Spirit King has not changed at all."

How could Mu Xingqiu not take it to heart, but he said nothing, just hummed. He was not a taciturn person, but he always felt uncomfortable with Black Phoenix. This demon girl had an unpredictable temperament, and her words seemed to be covered with a veil.

Black Phoenix realized that she was not welcome, smiled and bowed to leave.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen asleep just now..." The little demon Feifei's face was still red, and she was upset about her rude behavior.

"That's not your fault." Mu Xingqiu walked to the door of the cave, looked at the closed wooden door, did not reach out to knock, but sent out a magic spell, flew around the cave, gently touched the restriction, Zuo Liuying should receive the message.

There was nothing to do next, just wait. Mu Xingqiu asked Feifei to sit aside and think, while he practiced the bone-forging fist, hitting very slowly. If someone was watching, he would be annoyed to death by his slow motion.

Mu Xingqiu was learning how to control his new inner elixir and new magic power.

His inner elixir absorbed part of the demon power, and was re-integrated under Zhou Qi's pressure. So far, everything is normal. The magic power generated has the characteristics of demon power and can infiltrate the whole body. Mu Xingqiu can use them to perform magic and mind illusion, but not pure Taoist magic.

Mu Xingqiu now uses magic to fly. Compared with the Taoist flying instrument, the speed is slower, and the most important thing is that it cannot last long. After flying for six or seven hours in a row, he always has to rest for a while, even if the magic power in his body is still abundant.

Mu Xingqiu had a lot of contact with the demons and knew that this was a common phenomenon.

He was quite adept at performing the mind illusion, but Mu Xingqiu really wanted to know whether his eighth-level illusion was really equivalent to the first or second level of the infusion realm. His virtual illusion could already destroy the opponent's memory, which was an obvious symbol, but Mu Xingqiu needed more evidence.

Only Zuo Liuying could explain all this for him.

When Mu Xingqiu finished a set of punches, it was already dark. The fleas had eaten enough flowers and were boredly drilling in and out of the flowers. While Feifei was still asleep, they occasionally ran to Mu Xingqiu and rubbed against him, asking for the gold and silver flakes they loved more.

Feifei's imagination was a bit special. He was very slow to learn, but once he learned it, his state was extremely deep. Mu Xingqiu often suspected that he would never wake up.

As the night deepened, there was also a night sky underground in Zhanmo Mountain, and the stars and the moon were brighter, combined with the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of insects and the breeze around, it was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

Mu Xingqiu had not seen other demons in Zhanmo Mountain, but he could guess that they would never be willing to abandon such a home.

When the bright moon rose to the middle of the sky, the wooden door of the cave opened, and after a while, Zuo Liuying, wearing a Taoist robe, walked out.

The last trace of aging on Zuo Liuying's face also disappeared, and he completely recovered his appearance when he was in the state of infusion. He was too handsome to be a real person, which was very consistent with the night of Zhanmo Mountain.

The strange thing was his eyes.

After Zuo Liuying spit out the elixir and practiced again, he became several dozen years older, only the area around his eyes remained unchanged. Now his whole face has regained his youth, but his eyes have become confused, which looks a bit similar to the blurred face of the black phoenix.

The Taoist priest has doubts, but he will not be confused. This is especially true for Zuo Liuying who has practiced again. He has a ready-made road to go, and he knows every trap and obstacle on this road.

Zuo Liuying stared at Mu Xingqiu for a long time, as if they were strangers meeting for the first time. The flea ran over, sniffed Zuo Liuying carefully for a while, and became confused. He turned his head to look at Mu Xingqiu, asking him who this was.

"I'm sorry to disturb your retreat." Mu Xingqiu said.

"The retreat is over, you came at the right time." Zuo Liuying spoke, still speaking the same way, Mu Xingqiu felt relieved, and the flea began to lick the back of Zuo Liuying's hand affectionately.

"Baldy..."

As soon as Mu Xingqiu opened his mouth, Zuo Liuying walked straight past him, came to the little demon, stretched out his right thumb and pressed it on the little demon's forehead, "He is very special."

"Does he really have a root of Taoism?" Mu Xingqiu asked. Since Zuo Liuying was more interested in Feifei, he could only go along with it.

"It's those ground monkeys." Mu Xingqiu roughly recounted his experience in the Qianlong Cave.

"I see. I didn't expect a novice demon to have this ability." Zuo Liuying raised his hand and scratched the flea's neck unconsciously. "But this little demon's practice will not bear fruit. He can only live for another year at most. He cannot condense his inner elixir within this year."

Except for geniuses like Zuo Liuying, most Taoist disciples have to spend at least three years refining their bodies and meditating before they can condense their energy into a pill. Feifei doesn't seem to be particularly enlightened, and he can condense his pills within a year. It's too hard for him.

"Is there no other way? Ishi-kun gave him a bead..."

"That's not a bead, but a phoenix egg. With this egg, the little demon can live for one year, otherwise he can't survive for three months." Zuo Liuying paused for a moment, "Why do you care about this little demon? You guys? We must have known each other not long ago.”

Mu Xingqiu was asked. He had not considered this question, and he did not even realize how much he valued Feifei. "I want to know the results of the demon clan practicing inner alchemy. Maybe this can help me understand the origin of Dao Fire." ”

"Ah, you abandoned the Frost Soul Sword, but you still remember the origin of Dao Fire."

Mu Xingqiu's face was slightly red. Zuo Liuying, like Yi Shijun, had long seen the real reason for Mu Xingqiu's sudden change in temperament, "This is not the same thing..."

"No need to explain, you did the right thing."

"I want you to take a look." Mu Xingqiu took off the skin from his chest. Feifei's fate must be controlled by himself. Zuo Liuying can't help, let alone him. What he cares about most is the bald man, " His situation is even more special."

Zuo Liuying came over and touched the already hard mucus shell gently, "The water in the sword-washing pool was used by Mu Songxuan to wash away the mark of the magic weapon. When the pool water was sucked out, the mark naturally came out. Look at that. The small black mass is the power of the mark.”

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, "So the bald man doesn't have to merge with the water, as long as he doesn't put the mark into his head?"

"How strange. The first demon is weak in power, but it has strange abilities that even the Taoists don't have. I should bring out one or two to study them carefully." Zuo Liuying sighed softly, looking very regretful.

Zuo Liuying was a little strange. Mu Xingqiu couldn't tell what it was and didn't think about it in detail. He still had too many questions that he didn't ask. Returning all the powers in the slime shell, except for the mark, to the bald man's head requires delicate operations. Mu Xingqiu did not take action immediately and continued: "My inner elixir has also undergone some changes."

Zuo Liuying still stretched out his hand, pressed it on Mu Xingqiu's forehead, and input a small amount of mana without asking for permission. Now he should be in the Dinxia realm. His mana is still much weaker than Mu Xingqiu, but the trend is extremely Clever, bypassing all obstacles.

"What's going on?"

Mu Xingqiu spoke in more detail, because he didn't know the specific reasons for these changes and mostly relied on guesswork.

Zuo Liuying turned around and walked out seven steps, then turned around and walked back five steps, "Zhou Qi's magic power merged your inner elixir and demon power. If you feel that you have the power and can't use it, that's because you have been practicing Taoist magic. You have become accustomed to the three fields' cooperation and the meridians' circulation method. The meridians have been destroyed, but you are still searching for them unconsciously. Meng Yuanhou's soul pushes a lot of power into your body, and you finally escape from the opponent in the process of life and death struggle. The reliance on the meridians allowed the full power to be exerted, and the illusion reached the eighth level.”

A knot in Mu Xingqiu's heart was untied, "I feel as if I have reached the level of concentration, but it's just the first and second level."

Mu Xingqiu was quite boastful when he said this, because he was less than thirty years old, and it took even Zuo Liuying more than two hundred years to reach the state of concentration.

Zuo Liuying did not laugh, "According to the successor of Nianxinke, the eighth level of illusion should be equivalent to the realm of Yuemang. You are already very weak."

"So I really have the ability to focus on the spiritual realm?"

"Strength? You have made a mistake. The inner alchemy realm is the basis of strength, but it is not the whole. No matter how strong a person is, he must have corresponding weapons and rich combat skills in order to exert his full strength. For Taoist priests That means magic weapons and spells. Zhou Qi said that Taoist priests should use Taoist treasures to practice. Their magic power has long gone beyond the realm of pure magic. As for the depth of magic and the power of magic weapons, it is beyond your imagination. You were able to defeat Zhou Qi because of the imprisonment of Douzhuanxingzhen, the help of the sword-washing pool water and the soul of Marquis Meng Yuan. The most important thing is that you were lucky. You relied on your tough physique to break through the illusion under heavy pressure. The eighth level, not to mention Zhou Qi’s arrogance due to being possessed by the devil, gave you one chance after another.”

Mu Xingqiu understood that the eighth-level illusion may indeed be equivalent to the state of concentration or even submission to the moonlight, but it was of little significance. The so-called "equivalent" refers to Taoist priests who do not have any help and purely rely on their own survival to improve their realm. In reality, The Taoist priests are fully armed warriors, and every piece of equipment can increase their strength a little bit, far beyond having nothing.

He touched the treasure bag on his waist. There were many magic weapons thrown away by Zhou Qi when he escaped, but he had not examined them carefully.

Mu Xingqiu had no reason to be arrogant, "In this case, even if the mental illusion technique reaches the eleventh level, it may not be stronger than all Taoist priests."

"No one has reached the eleventh level, and the spells of Mind Mind are not just illusions. Other spells have been lost long ago. You have never learned them, so everything is unknown."

Mu Xingqiu only had one question left. He stayed at the end because he was worried about hearing a bad answer. "Mr. Yishi left a memory for me, saying that burns caused by Qianlong's Fire can only be cured with Taoist priests' living elixirs." , is it true?”

Zuo Liuying lowered his gaze, "Mr. Yishi is right, but the most difficult thing to solve is the love tribulation. There are few Taoist priests who are so deeply involved in the love tribulation."