Exorcism

She was sitting alone in the tent and suddenly became interested in her own name. Her Royal Highness the Princess, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess, Her Royal Highness the Queen... The title she was most familiar with was "Your Highness", and she was always the "Your Highness" who received the most attention. , just like she once monopolized the title of "Princess" in Xijie Kingdom. Among a group of royal family members, if the word "Your Highness" suddenly rang out without any prefix, it was nine out of ten that they were calling her.

Xin Youxun, her real name, has become a strange and mysterious symbol. It has almost never been spoken by anyone. Even her biological parents have never called her by this name.

"Xin Youxun." She muttered softly, as if it was a mantra, but her eyes fell on the ink jade statue not far in front of her.

There are not many black jade statues, and there are only about six or seven in the entire Fuhai City. The one in front of her is very beautifully carved. The sculptor's nimble fingers alone cannot achieve this level, and magic must be used to help.

Someone walked into the tent, and Queen Xun knew who it was without raising her head. She said: "The ancient gods have three faces. I always thought that indifference represents the emperor, compassion represents the queen, and death represents the general."

"There are many explanations about the three statues." Xiao Qingtao walked over and took a look at the statues without paying any particular attention.

"What is the orthodox explanation?"

"The Taoist tradition has no explanation because the Taoist priests simply do not believe in the existence of ancient gods."

"Dao Tong is the ancient god." Queen Xun raised her head and showed an inexplicable smile, "In the eyes of mortals, Taoist priests are gods. We felt deeply about their compassion and indifference to human beings. Until Dao Tong turned around and left, we Only then did I know the true meaning of death.”

Xiao Qingtao looked at Queen Xun calmly. The two had never been particularly close friends and could never talk about everything. She was able to walk in without being informed. It had nothing to do with friendship. It was because Xin Youtao connected the two. , also because she is in charge of an army of tens of thousands of monks.

Queen Xun was quite far-sighted and used her influence to recruit monks from all over the world long before the Taoism retired. She started earlier than Hong Futian and on a larger scale. However, the monks were used to being unorganized and the grievances between the sects were extremely complicated. Even a great talisman master would find it difficult to control them. Xiao Qingtao, a Taoist priest, solved this problem.

Nowadays, Xiao Qingtao is only a name that only a few people can call her. General Wanxiu is her official title, and people usually call her "Xiu Shuai".

"Taoist priests are not gods, they are just a group of humans with stronger abilities." Xiao Qingtao said. She is no longer the little girl with a soft voice. Her family, cousins, Taoism, Fangfang, Mu Xingqiu, Yang Qingyin... ...All the power she could rely on either died or disappeared. From the moment she decided to stand on her own feet, she was Pei Xiu Shuai.

"This means that when a certain power is too strong to be understood, we call it a god. Just like in the eyes of ordinary people, the royal family is also a god." Queen Xun stood up. She had already put on a full set of light leather armor. , only the helmet was not put on, "We also have three faces. I have always refused to admit the side of death, but I can't hide it. The Taoist unity turned around, and millions of human beings were plunged into despair. A mistake in judgment by the emperor and I led to More than half a million people died in the demon fire.”

Xiao Qingtao didn't say anything. Queen Xun was a strong woman who could come out of the abyss. What she needed was not comfort, but a listener.

"I don't hate the demon clan." Queen Xun's helmet was placed next to the black jade statue. She did not move, but picked up the statue, "because hatred will bring more deaths. Some people regard war as a career, and some people I regard it as a hobby, some people regard it as a way to vent, I only regard it as a means. We must win this battle. After that, Xiu Shuai, I hope to talk to your cousin, the Holy Mother of All Sons, and any demon clan who is willing to sit down. After all, those who hold death in their hands should be more compassionate."

Xiao Qingtao never knew Queen Xun very well. They were two completely different types of people. They had no chance to meet each other. They were in the same boat because of a series of accidents. Until this moment, Xiao Qingtao suddenly felt a sense of respect and understood. Learn how Xin Youtao has changed over the years.

"Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons and Pei Zihan have clearly rejected my request to join forces, but... if this battle can really be won, they will be willing to talk."

"We will definitely win." Empress Xun said firmly, all the fatigue and hesitation on her face disappeared, and her slender fingers held the ink jade statue tighter.

The statue of the god glowed slightly with a layer of soft light.

"Look, the Ancient God is on our side, not because we are humans, but because of the mercy of the Ancient God. It is the controller of death and does not allow too little or too much." Queen Xun said with a smile, She walked outside the tent without wearing a helmet. She stopped at the door and asked, "Do you think Mu Xingqiu will show up?"

Regarding the statues of gods that suddenly appeared all over the city, Xiao Qingtao knew very well what was going on. She did not object to Xin Youtao doing this, but she did not express her support clearly. When she heard Queen Xun's question, she didn't know how to answer, "Well ...There is no clear news yet.”

"Have hope." Queen Xun smiled again.

Outside the tent, it was dawn, and the guards had all mounted their horses, making all preparations. Queen Xun's unicorn died in the imperial capital, and she jumped onto the back of a war horse without anyone's help.

Xiao Qingtao also rides a horse. She has two major responsibilities today, one is to command the monk army, and the other is to protect Queen Xun. Xin Youtao is commanding the entire army and insists on not letting her sister go to the front line to charge again.

The road outside was filled with old, weak, women and children, and all the men who could wield weapons went to the battlefield. Fuhai City had already reserved a large amount of military supplies, and with the soldiers and armor shipped from various cities, equipment was not a problem.

The crowd was very quiet, not as excited as usual when seeing Queen Xun, and their eyes were even a little dull. Queen Xun had seen this look in her eyes. When the imperial capital was destroyed and the refugees were desperate and had no other options, the only option was to force themselves not to think about anything, refusing to admit that death was close at hand and refuse to accept hope.

This is despair that reaches right down to the nostrils.

Queen Xun slowed down, controlled the reins with one hand, and raised the black jade statue high with the other hand. She didn't look at anyone, said nothing, and focused all her faith on the statue.

The statue glowed again, and became more and more prosperous, covering half of her arms.

But in the current situation, the truth is precisely the least important thing.

More and more people are holding up statues of gods in their hands, of different sizes and materials, but with the same belief.

The crowd was still silent, but their eyes were no longer dull. Even Xiao Qingtao had to admit that there seemed to be more hope in her heart.

The position is densely covered with a large number of wooden platforms and catapults, some of which are as huge as castles. They were built by hundreds of thousands of people day and night. Even with the help of magic, it is no small miracle.

Queen Xun was sent to a high platform, and Xiao Qingtao went to inspect the nearby monk army. There were many bunkers between the high platform and the catapult, and various numbers of casual cultivators were stationed in them. With the help of a large number of magical weapons, they had to go underground Confront the sorcerer to ensure the safety of Huang Fujun.

The largest army of monks was parked not far from the high platform where Queen Xun was, with a number of 7,000. Neither Hong Futian's team of monks nor Lan Bingke's team of monks had reached such a scale.

These monks are more like soldiers. They wear uniform talisman armor, which is not yellow, but the black talisman army. The weapons have their own characteristics, such as swords, staffs, rulers, knives, etc. They are reserve forces and will not go into the battlefield immediately. .

Xiao Qingtao still did not fly, but rode in front of the monks on horseback. Everything had been arranged. She was not good at giving speeches. Finally, she shouted "The fire will not be extinguished".

"The Dao Fire never goes out!" The monks responded in unison. They liked this sentence. Since the Dao lineage has retired, casual cultivators are the group of people closest to the Dao Fire, and can even be said to be the successors of the Dao Fire.

"The fire will never be extinguished." Xiao Qingtao shouted three times in a row. She also needed a little faith, which the ancient statues could not provide, but these four words could. She had never complained to anyone, including Xin Youtao, but she had decided to When she accepted the method of re-annihilation and spit out the inner elixir of Taoism, she was really heartbroken.

Her desire to become a Taoist priest is stronger than most people.

When the sound of "Tao fire never goes out" sounded, she felt like she was a Taoist priest again.

Xiao Qingtao returned to the high platform and stood next to Queen Xun. Both of them looked at the same person in front of them.

There were countless soldiers lined up more than ten miles ahead, all wearing yellow talisman armor, with only a patch of gray in the middle. That was the talisman master of Longbinhui. As the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Xin Youtao stood at the front of the talisman division on horseback. Platoon, his position is higher than the others, surrounded by hundreds of officers and talisman masters.

Commanding hundreds of thousands of troops is no easy task and requires the full cooperation of professional officers and talisman masters.

The two women on the high platform behind looked at each other and felt warm in their hearts at the same time. He was her brother, her lover, and even more their pride. In just a few years, the changes that had taken place in Xin Youtao made everyone who knew him Everyone was shocked. Xiao Qingtao sometimes even felt that Xin Youtao had become a stranger, but it was Xin Youtao after this change that made her fall in love even deeper.

"Maybe Mu Xingqiu will really show up." Xiao Qingtao whispered. She finally understood that what everyone needed was not a person or a god, but a hope.

Dark clouds mixed with red and white light slowly drifted in, and the sun was blocked just after it rose. The horns of the demon clan sounded, and the human skin drums thundered.

In the far distance, a huge bust slowly rose. It was not an ancient god, but the King of Sacrifice. "There are no demons and no orthodoxy. This is a decisive battle between demons and humans!"

The sound reaches everyone's ears equally clear and powerful.

Xin Youtao's response was to sacrifice a paper talisman. With him as the center, the ancient statues in front of all the soldiers shone with light. No matter whether it was made of jade, copper, iron, or wood, it was just a statue that was beginning to take shape. The wooden sticks all emitted the same amount of light.

Talisman masters sacrificed talismans, threw slings, and soldiers activated magic weapons on high platforms... Ten thousand spells flew over the heads of the army, carrying their faith to face more magic spells.