Exorcism

The people in the valley formed dozens of concentric circles. In a hurry, the final shape was not particularly regular, and the distances between them were uneven. As night fell, everyone showed fear, especially those standing in the outermost circle, who were even more scared to death. They held the clay statues tightly in their hands, closed their eyes, and prayed silently.

They were not warriors. Many of them had never touched a sword in their lives, let alone fought against a powerful spell. They stood there, only hoping for a miracle and believing in General Mu in the middle.

Jin Cu stood on the earth platform, kept bending to scoop up the earth, raised it above his head, turned it into an ancient god statue, and then placed it next to him. Statues of gods, large and small, are also formed in a circle. They are all different, but the common feature is that they are all rough.

As the last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains, Jin Cuo took off his shirt, spread the soil evenly from head to waist with his hands, and began to preach, encouraging everyone to stay where they were and not move.

He said: "The strong move upward, climbing higher and higher; the weak keep their feet on the ground and stand more firmly." He said: "The one who goes up will eventually end and will fall, and will be taken up by the one below." He said: "The power of the weak Connected to the earth, the most powerful force in the world can only change the surface of the earth. The earth will last forever, and the weak will not perish. "

He said a lot, and his voice echoed in the valley. Everyone didn't understand it very well, but it didn't matter. The surviving humans finally had something to rely on. No matter how fragile this support seemed, it was better than being at a loss and waiting in place. You must be strong even if you die. Every time General Mu finished speaking, everyone raised the statues in their hands and shouted.

Even Fu Lin, who was determined to expose the truth at the beginning, voluntarily joined the concentric circles. He stood in the outermost circle with nine soldiers, facing the entrance of the valley. He threw away his armor, Holding the statue of the ancient god in his hand, he imagined in his mind that this was a battle between armies. Although the strength of the two sides was greatly different, there was still a battle.

Shou Que stood in the inner circle, completely impressed by General Mu, looking at him with admiration and repeating every word he said.

Mu Xingqiu is still sitting on the hillside, the only spectator of this battle. He still cannot feel the particularly powerful spell. The only function of the mortal formation seems to be to establish an invisible passage between everyone, which ultimately leads to General Mu.

Shou Que plays an important role in the formation. General Mu is at the end of the passage. She is the maintainer of the passage, ensuring its stability and smoothness. Without her, the entire formation will be very fragile.

There are a total of more than 5,000 people in the valley. Together they are indeed a considerable force, but they are still too weak to fight the Five Elements Tribulation.

Mu Xingqiu once wanted to help these mortals, but soon gave up this plan. From the most objective standpoint, these mortals were not worth saving. Most of them were old, young, women and children. Many of them had to use crutches to stand. Some women had only one hand. Holding the child in his arms and holding the idol in one hand, children of several years old had to occupy a separate position. They were terrified and kept looking at their parents, looking like they would run over at any moment.

This is such a fragile group. Even if it escapes the next few disasters, it is likely to be swallowed up by the following troubled times.

The way of the weak preached by General Mu has no actual magic support and can only give believers a little peace before death.

Neither Zuo Liuying nor Zhao Chuye, who stood at the level of Taoist priests, could save the mortals, and Mu Xingqiu could not think of a reason to help.

But he did not leave like Zhao Chuye, but stayed to watch a resistance that was doomed to fail. Not only that, he also wanted to find the shadow of "fire" here.

The heart of a Taoist priest is as calm as the lake surrounded by mountains, and as cold as the lake. The closer Mu Xingqiu gets to the heart of the Taoist priest, the more he feels the coldness in it. It is precisely in these fragile, selfish and cowardly mortals that there seems to be fire. Burning, these fires are very weak and will go out at any time in the strong wind, but there is still a little warmth.

These fires failed to awaken Mu Xingqiu's memory, but they made him reluctant to leave.

The foreshadowing spells that filled the surrounding area began to change, and Mu Xingqiu knew that tonight's golden attack was coming.

The mortals in the valley, including Shoucheng and General Mu, have not yet noticed this, and are still raising the ancient statues in their hands over and over again.

A gust of wind blew by, and there was a roaring sound outside the valley, as if a storm was approaching quickly.

General Mu stopped preaching, held the statue of the god with his right hand to protect it at the heart, stretched out his left hand straight, turned his feet slowly, and stopped when the palm of his left hand faced the northwest. ơɱ

That's right at the entrance to the valley.

Everyone imitated and faced the northwest in the same posture.

Mu Xingqiu stood up. Even he couldn't contend head-on with the Five Elements Tribulation for too long. He had to fly into the sky to avoid it when necessary.

The air became cold, the stars and moon in the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sky and the earth became dark.

Many mortals screamed, fear still prevailed. As long as one person took the lead, most people would run away in panic, disrupting the entire formation.

The statue in General Mu's hand glowed dimly like a candle in the wind.

"I am the earth," he said, and a small circle of idols around him glowed simultaneously.

"My blood is the river." He said, and the statues in the hands of the people in the innermost circle glowed.

The screams stopped, and even the babies stopped crying. They fell asleep in their mother's arms. The old man on crutches tried his best to straighten his back. The women did not feel weak. At least they could lift the statues in their hands.

General Mu repeated the sentence "I am", as if it was a mantra to resist the disaster of the five elements. More and more people followed him and recited these simple sentences. The voices merged together, and they were quite powerful, able to match the growing number of people. Competing with the closer whistling sound.

Mu Xingqiu still couldn't detect any powerful spells in the valley. If this was the way of the weak, it was indeed weak enough.

The strong wind rushed into the valley, and the mountains on both sides of the entrance instantly collapsed, making a loud bang, and the entire ground shook.

Fu Lin's position was closest to the entrance. His heart was in his throat. Finally, he came. He thought that he would die like so many descendants of Queen Fu. The dynasty established by mortals was so vulnerable to magic. He only wondered about one thing. It was obviously a golden attack, so why was there a ball of wind coming in?

He soon understood that it was a mass of chilling wind. People often say that the cold wind is like a knife. This sentence is not a metaphor at this moment. The wind is really carrying a lot of steel particles, which are as sharp as a knife.

Fu Lin closed his eyes. At this last moment, he believed in the ancient gods and the unknown General Mu, and shouted loudly, "I am the earth, and my blood is the river..."

The wind was so strong that he couldn't hear other people's voices, so he just kept shouting at his own pace.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not dead. The strong wind was still raging, making him sway left and right, but all the steel particles in the wind passed by him. The light from the statue in his hand became dimmer, but there was no It went out, and his feet sank deeper and deeper into the ground.

"My heart is the way for the weak!" The divine light weakened, but the hope and belief in Fu Lin's heart greatly expanded. He yelled "I do" over and over again at the top of his voice. His excitement at this time was different from last night's rescue. It's completely different, because he is not only a rescuer, but also a self-rescuer and a rescuer. He doesn't understand how all this happened, but he is sure that he is a part of it.

The valley was still dark, with thousands of light points like fireflies. Except for themselves, they could not illuminate anyone around them. Everyone was holding their own idols and sticking to their own positions and beliefs.

Only Mu Xingqiu, who was on the hillside, could see the whole scene. His third eye penetrated the night and the strong wind, and saw the intoxicated faces, and saw countless steel fragments clinging to the mortal bodies, along the formation. Along the way, a few fell to the ground, but most of them were still gathered in the middle.

The power of the Five Elements Calamity was reduced a little, and it was led all the way to General Mu. A small circle of statues around him were the first to be attacked, and turned into dust again like weathered stones, but at a much faster speed, in less than half a quarter of an hour. Everything was reduced to dirt, but the golden attack was at its peak with no sign of stopping.

The steel particles began to impact the only target - General Mu's body.

The way of the weak is to endure. General Mu endured the golden attack for everyone in the valley. His hair was cut into sections, and his skin was scratched with countless scars. Blood seeped out, and soon his whole body turned red. .

He didn't move, just like when he was meditating in the forest. No matter how much torture his body suffered, he didn't move. He still held the idol high and shouted the sentence "I am the one who is here".

The wind of the golden attack became stronger and stronger, and Mu Xingqiu had to rise into the air, and he rose higher and higher until the air was extremely thin.

The third eye can no longer see the ground, but his keen sense is still there. Jin Gong draws power from the ubiquitous foreshadowing spells, randomly forming large steel storms, like giant pythons running rampant on the ground, making it difficult for anyone to survive. kind.

No one can predict the path of these storms in advance. The lucky ones escape, but the unlucky ones bear the brunt.

Mu Xingqiu plunged into the storm, descended several hundred feet and then rose again. He saw that the formation in the valley was still there. General Mu was bearing all the attacks alone, and blood formed a mist around him.

But he still didn't move.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. It was neither sympathy nor admiration, let alone excitement and reverence, these mortal emotions. He just couldn't stand it anymore.

The steel storm that invaded the valley still had a tail of more than ten miles, but it was this last blast of wind that was the most powerful.

Mu Xing flew high in the sky towards the end of the storm, silently absorbing the magic power from the Five Elements Tribulation. There were thousands of storms in the world, and he could only solve this one.

This one was also testing his limits. He had absorbed the power of some talismans before, and Zhao Chuye's Moonlight Spell made him fly seven times before it was resolved. The mana contained in this storm was a hundred times that of Zhao Chuye. In the wild.

There are many seemingly impossible things in this world, but some of them are possible because there are always people who dare to try.

Mu Xingqiu finally found a familiar emotion. Meeting the impossible challenge made his heart beat faster, and he was getting further and further away from the peaceful heart of a Taoist priest.

The mana he inhaled increased rapidly, and finally he caught the tail of the storm. The next question was how to throw this huge monster out. He had not yet recalled any spells that could match this power.