Chapter 0725 Prisoner of Niwan Palace

For more than two thousand years, Yi Shijun deliberately kept his distance from the Taoist tradition. Even though he has become more famous among the demons in recent years, he rarely fights with Taoist priests, so he is not particularly sure of his own strength.

At first, he thought he was on par with Taoist priests of the sixth and seventh levels of the Injection Spirit, but after losing to Zuo Liuying of the fifth level of the Injection Spirit, he had to downgrade himself and felt that the fourth level of the Injection Spirit was his position. With this strength, dealing with a young Taoist priest who had just condensed his elixir would probably be no different from squeezing a bug to death.

What's more, this bug didn't even have a hard shell or burrs.

The fundamental method of hiding is the most important protection for low-level Taoist priests. Even when facing a strong enemy, it can protect the three fields and prevent the elixir from being destroyed and the person from dying.

There are Taoist priests among Yi Shijun's souls, so he knows this very well. In his eyes, Mu Xingqiu's body is like an unlocked house. All he needs to do is step in.

Yi Shijun went in, but didn't come out. He was going to devour the soul and take the body. This was a magic he had used many times and never failed. But this time, he inexplicably entered the Niwan Palace.

The room was still spotless, but there was nothing where the human figure should have been. Yi Shijun was shocked and wanted to get out immediately, but found himself trapped.

"Hey, I almost forgot that Taoists who inhale can perform the fourth and fifth levels of illusion." Yi Shijun turned into a crow, which was his most natural form. "You want to trap me with illusion? You are really overestimating yourself. Do you think you are Zuo Liuying?"

Mu Xingqiu did not appear, as if he knew that he was not strong enough and did not dare to come in to face a strong enemy.

Yi Shijun sneered, "Then I will destroy your Niwan Palace first."

The crow jumped up and jumped around like a headless fly, leaving large black marks wherever it passed, like a naughty cat or dog knocking over the ink that had just been ground in the master's room.

The flawless white Niwan Palace soon turned black. The crow said proudly, "Mu Xingqiu, let's see how long you can hold on. Once the Niwan Palace is broken, you will become an idiot. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Let me out immediately and beg me. I might spare you. Then we can think of a way together. If there is a spell that can pass through the golem to enter the Zhibu State, we can find a way out..."

Pah, a crisp sound came from somewhere in the Niwan Palace. The crow laughed, "Haha, with just such a little illusion, you actually want to trap me? Mu Xingqiu, your chance is gone. I have to find a way to leave the Zhibu State by myself!"

As long as there is a crack in the Niwan Palace, the Demon of All Souls can fly out. Yi Shijun turned into black smoke and rushed to the place where the crisp sound came from. He saw it in the corner of the Niwan Palace. Although the crack was very thin, it could not escape his observation.

Bang, this is not the sound of the Niwan Palace breaking, but the sound of the Demon of All Souls hitting the extremely hard wall and being bounced away.

The Niwan Palace is not a real room, and the Soul Clan has no real form. Everything is an illusion, but Yi Shijun's dizziness is real. He turned into a crow again, sitting there blankly, and a few of the few feathers on his body fell off.

He didn't understand what was going on.

The cracks clearly existed, and he saw them clearly. Just when he was puzzled, there was a sound of crackling, and cracks appeared everywhere in the Niwan Palace. Then the wall turned into fragments and fell down with crackling sounds, but what was destroyed was not the Niwan Palace, but the black layer that Yi Shijun had painted before.

"Impossible, Mu Xingqiu doesn't have this ability..." Yi Shijun was more furious than confused. He jumped up suddenly and turned into a ball of black smoke, flying around, and constantly performing magic. The Niwan Palace suddenly became a smoky place, and dozens of magic spells of different colors and shapes filled it.

The Niwan Palace was shaking, but Yi Shijun didn't care. His initial move was threatening, but now he really wanted to destroy the Niwan Palace. He had no habit of showing mercy, and he would not feel sorry for anyone's death.

A small bug is a small bug. If one died, there would be thousands of others.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, Yi Shijun stopped, still transformed into a crow, with a fierce look, observing the results of the destruction.

The white Niwan Palace almost became a slaughterhouse, with traces of red, black, and green everywhere. Many places were dripping with mucus and steaming with moisture. A wall was sunken and severely corroded.

But the Niwan Palace did not break, and the demon of all souls still could not escape.

Yi Shijun hesitated, and slowly a fear arose in his heart - he might really be imprisoned in the Niwan Palace again. The last time the spell was cast by Zuo Liuying, it lasted for more than a month. That was the most terrible memory in his life of more than 2,000 years. He was not abused, but he was used to being free, and being trapped in a small room was the biggest punishment.

"Well... we can discuss it. Do you still need me to delay time?" Yi Shijun gave in, "Say something."

Yi Shijun was terrified, and Mu Xingqiu's situation was not much better.

In the more than a month after the condensation of the pill, Mu Xingqiu had been practicing the mind illusion technique, and had recovered to the fifth level of strength. With the many mind techniques he had learned, he could barely send the unprepared Yi Shijun into the Niwan Palace. But this was not enough. Yi Shijun's first attack almost broke the Niwan Palace. Fortunately, Mu Xingqiu found helpers in time.

Yi Shijun's soul could enter other people's bodies at any time, but the real objects he carried with him could not, so he buried magic weapons in many places in case of emergency. There were especially many magic weapons in Zhibubang, and he did not bring them with him because he had more powerful treasures in his hands.

The charred tree roots came directly from the sacred tree. They were the original source of power for the three ancestors of the Daoist tradition. They had been kept in Zhibu State. Although their current strength was not as good as the nine Daoist treasures, they were still rare treasures, especially suitable for creating illusions.

When Yi Shijun gave up the attack and felt fear, Mu Xingqiu was exhausted and sat down and couldn't stand up. If Yi Shijun in the Niwan Palace used a few more magic tricks, he really couldn't hold on.

Mu Xingqiu rested for a while and finally had the strength to stand up. He immediately forced himself to start practicing boxing. He had to improve his illusions as soon as possible to truly trap Yi Shijun's entire soul.

Yi Shijun was hesitating, but he would eventually launch a desperate fight. There was not much time left for Mu Xingqiu.

Mu Xingqiu had never practiced in such an urgent situation. He didn't dare to let go of the charred tree roots in his hand for a moment. He strengthened the Niwan Palace every once in a while, and then kept practicing boxing or thinking. The Breathing Realm can only stabilize the illusion at the fifth level. To reach the eighth level again, Mu Xingqiu must at least have the inner elixir of the Starfall Realm.

In fact, in Mu Xingqiu's cultivation career, he has never even entered the Canxia Realm. His own inner elixir stopped at the seventh level of Breathing, and the other Starfall inner elixir came from the Dragon Demon.

Days passed in the illusion of Zhibubang. Yi Shijun tried his best to escape, and launched surprise attacks from time to time to interrupt Mu Xingqiu's practice. He guessed the whereabouts of the charred tree roots and regretted it. If he had known this, he should have hidden the tree roots well, but he thought that it would only take a moment to swallow the soul and take the body, and he didn't think about taking precautions at all.

Yi Shijun's attack methods became more and more varied, but he was impatient and would give up in a quarter of an hour or an hour. Even so, Mu Xingqiu had to use the charred tree roots to constantly strengthen the illusion in his mind to keep the Niwan Palace intact.

After each failed attack, Yi Shijun would change his attitude, hoping to "negotiate" with Mu Xingqiu. His tone became softer and softer, and finally almost begged. He never thought that as long as he persisted, he could break the Niwan Palace.

Yi Shijun was an energetic wild horse. It was very difficult to tame him. After fifty days, Mu Xingqiu sent his voice into the Niwan Palace and had the first negotiation with Yi Shijun.

The negotiation process was simple and direct, and it took very little time. Mu Xingqiu wanted to delay the time, but Yi Shijun refused sternly, "That is my specialty, and I will never pass it on. Besides, you have all my memories, so take your time to find them."

Zuo Liuying had taken Yi Shijun's memories and stored them in several gems. Mu Xingqiu had never finished reading them, and now he had no time to check them bit by bit.

He did not force him too much, so Yi Shijun had a good idea in his heart, "Haha, you still need me. Without my illusion delay technique, you will never get a real hundred years. Let me out, Mu Xingqiu, I can consider helping you."

Mu Xingqiu was not so easy to deceive. He knew that unless his strength was equal to Yi Shijun, he could ensure his safety. Otherwise, Yi Shijun, who had already been angry and embarrassed, would kill him as soon as he came out. The demon of the souls who did not underestimate the enemy was still difficult to deal with.

Mu Xingqiu practiced harder.

The golem began to grow fruits again, one every seven days, which is one a day according to real time. The fruit can not only satisfy hunger, but also help practice, similar to the elixir of Taoism. However, the golem became thinner and thinner because of this. Every time a fist-sized fruit was produced, it would consume dozens of times more wood, especially after the fruit had the effect of elixir, the consumption was even greater.

Mu Xingqiu also felt that the spells in the golem came from outside Zhibubang, and the caster seemed to be able to guess his intentions. When he was the hungriest, the fruit could fill his stomach. When he was condensing his elixir, Yuqing Zhengyin came from the golem. When he needed the support of the elixir the most, the fruit had some magical effects.

But he couldn't think of who would do this, who could do this. Yang Qingyin and Zuo Liuying didn't have this ability, and other high-level Taoists wouldn't be so kind. He could only concentrate on improving his inner elixir and illusion. Strength is a mountain, a building. The higher you climb, the farther and clearer you can see.

After another hundred days in the illusion of Zhibubang, Mu Xingqiu ushered in the first improvement of his inner elixir realm in his life.

At the moment of breaking through to the Canxia realm, Mu Xingqiu heard Yuqing Zhengyin again, but this time, the love tribulation was not subdued, but jumped out to make trouble.