Exorcism

There was no wind or cloud in the night sky above his head. The stars seemed to be within reach. Mu Xingqiu looked down and saw a group of heavy steel storms sweeping the ground. One of the storms was changing direction and rushing towards him.

Mu Xingqiu had absorbed enough mana to squander it at will, but he was like a country boy who came to the city for the first time. He was at a loss. He had gold, silver and jewelry in his arms, but he didn't know how to spend them. He could only fly as fast as he could.

The storm turned around with difficulty. It first raised its head upwards, like a giant whale jumping out of the water, but it did not fall back into the sea normally. Instead, it changed at the moment it reached the highest point, from a fish to a bird, spreading its wings to the sky, and closely chasing the tiny prey like dust.

There were too many steel fragments coming, and Mu Xingqiu had no time to absorb the mana in them. He could only resist with his body. His physique was much stronger than General Mu, and his mana was abundant. The surface of his body was harder than steel. The fragments were bounced away, lost their mana, and slowly fell to the ground.

The injury was not very serious, but the pain was real. The steel fragments kept coming one after another. Mu Xingqiu's already tattered clothes were completely torn, and a large number of red spots were hit on his skin. Soon the red spots connected together, making his whole body red. He was like a piece of flying charcoal.

He changed direction and fell rapidly, rushing towards a towering mountain, speeding up as much as he could, and then suddenly changed direction again at the moment before hitting the top of the mountain.

The steel storm he brought was relatively heavy, and it fell hard, like another mountain falling from the sky. The mountain on the ground was slightly inferior and suddenly became shorter. After that, it continued to fall, and the dust it raised was even larger than the scale of the storm, and soon engulfed several nearby hills.

Mu Xingqiu flew more than ten miles before landing on another stable mountain. The ground under his feet was shaking, and the roars around him were endless. The Five Elements Tribulation was changing the landform with cold power. In a few days, if there were any survivors in the Imperial Capital, it would be difficult to recognize their hometown.

The Jin attack was about to end. The smaller storms had disappeared, and the remaining ones were also tired, staggering, and looked scary, but the steel fragments inside had lost their sharpness.

I don’t know how many more lives died in this disaster.

Mu Xingqiu got up and flew to the valley. Halfway through, he noticed that he had no clothes on. He searched in the small leather bag at his waist and found a Taoist robe, so he changed into it in the air. His hair was scattered and only a few inches long, so he didn’t need to clean it up. ơɱ

The valley was very quiet. The light from the statue was gone, and the ground was left with traces of the storm, as if it had been cut by a giant knife many times.

The crowd gathered together and silently looked at General Mu in the middle, without showing the joy of being rescued or the excitement of defeating a strong enemy.

Mu Xingqiu fell behind the crowd and slowly squeezed in. He had changed a lot. His hair was shorter, his clothes were changed, and the red marks on his body had not completely disappeared. Only his bumpy face could be recognized. No one knew that he lent a hand at the last moment. Everyone gave way just because they didn't dare to offend the flying practitioner.

General Mu was still standing on the earthen platform, maintaining his original posture: holding the remains of the statue in his right hand to protect his heart, his left arm stretched straight out, his palm facing the entrance of the valley.

He seemed to be splashed with blood, dripping from head to toe. It was a horrible scene, but also had an indescribable majesty, just like the primitive ritual of offering sacrifices to the sky, when blood, killing, and death still had sacred meanings.

"Look." Shouque saw Mu Xingqiu and said in a very low voice. Her expression was more respectful than anyone else around her, and she was so obsessed that she seemed to rush up to eat the blood.

General Mu was not dead. On his bloody chest, a seedling-like pattern appeared. It was not big, with only three light green branches and five milky white tender whiskers. The flowing blood avoided the pattern. In the blood-red, the seedling stood out.

"His soul...ah, I have never seen such a soul. I really want to...dedicate my soul to him." The broken soul was trembling. She couldn't tell her feelings. She only knew that facing such a soul, she didn't feel hungry, but felt ashamed and had a sincere willingness to dedicate.

"How did he hold on?" Someone asked softly, fearing to disturb General Mu.

"Do we need to do something?"

"Hey, there is also one on the back of my hand..." A ten-year-old child raised his arm in surprise, showing everyone the pattern on the back of his hand. It was almost exactly the same as the sapling on General Mu's chest, but smaller.

Not only the child, but other people also found the same pattern on themselves one after another. The positions were slightly different, but they were all places that the statue had touched.

General Mu fell to the ground, and many people stepped forward to help him, but were stopped by his followers, "Pray for General Mu, don't get close to him."

Everyone didn't know the complicated prayers, so they chanted the words "I do" over and over again in a low voice, less passionate and generous, more gentle and sincere.

In full view of the crowd, General Mu, who fell to the ground, turned into a horse, a horse with a long colorful tail, and his body was still covered in blood.

"Oh my God, he is... He is a horse demon!" There was a cry of surprise in the crowd, and the timid retreated in fear, making way.

A few people did not move, and General Mu's followers each dug a handful of soil from the ground with their hands, continued to pray to the soil, and occasionally kissed the soil. Shouque imitated their actions and didn't care if his face was dirty.

"How could General Mu be a demon?"

"Why did he save us? Did he want to eat us?"

The crowd was talking a lot, and the only reason why they hadn't dispersed yet was because they were too shocked and unexpected, and no one took the lead in escaping for a while.

Emperor Sun Fulin was one of the few who didn't move. He turned around and faced the others and said loudly: "Aren't you awakened yet? The biggest threat to mankind is not the monsters, but the Taoism, those who are more powerful than humans and monsters." As General Mu said, the higher a strong man flies, the smaller he sees the sentient beings on the ground, and the less sympathy he has for the sentient beings standing on the ground. It’s okay to pull them down a little bit, but we are weak, as are humans, and so are the monsters. We must unite and stand together like we did just now to protect and support each other. Only then can we compete with the strong. A demon and a horse, but what I saw was the king of all living beings.”

Fu Lin bent down, picked up a handful of dust from the ground, turned to General Mu who was in a pool of blood, said "I am the earth", buried his whole face deeply in the dust in his hands, and then said with a dirty face Continue to chant the phrase "I am".

Everyone already knew that Fulin was a descendant of the royal family. They were all shocked when they saw him making such a move and calling the demon clan the "King of All Living Things". Soon, a large number of mortals followed his behavior, especially young children. Presentable, no hesitation at all about kissing the dirt.

In this way, no one in the valley fled, and thousands of people prayed for General Mu.

Shou Que gave a handful of soil to Mu Xingqiu, but he shook his head and refused. The various rituals so far were very effective in winning over people's hearts, but he didn't need it. What others saw was a miracle, but what he saw was extremely unique. Spells.

The brocade-tailed horse returned to its human form, with no injuries on its body. Even the sapling pattern on its chest disappeared. It just looked very weak. Two followers immediately walked up to the earth platform, put a robe on General Mu, helped him stand up, and stood guard. I didn't catch up, so I stamped my feet regretfully. I secretly noted this procedure in my mind, and decided that next time, I would be the first to go up.

General Mu's face was as pale as paper, and all the blood in his body seemed to have drained out. He nodded to Mu Feidian, then glanced at the crowd and said, "Please look at your arms."

"We saw it, there was a small tree!" A child shouted excitedly, "Hey, it's gone now."

"No, look at the wounds on your arms."

Everyone looked down and saw several small scars on their arms, ranging from fifteen or six to two or three. They were not big. Some places had blood that had solidified. They actually These injuries had been discovered a long time ago, but compared to General Mu's serious injuries all over his body and everyone's survival, these minor injuries were not worth mentioning, so no one paid special attention to them.

"Believe in your own strength and the way of the weak. This is proof that you can block the spells of the strong."

Everyone suddenly realized that General Mu himself had inherited most of the spells, and the others were not useless. They shared a small amount of the offensive. If it were normal times, a single steel fragment would be enough to kill a mortal.

As a result, in addition to being grateful, they also developed stronger confidence.

General Mu pushed away the supporter and said loudly: "Call more mortals, tell them that there is a way for the weak here, tell them that luck will not always come to them, and only by gathering together can the weak succeed. The attacker’s attack and fall.”

The crowd roared in response, and several of General Mu's followers immediately walked into the crowd to assign tasks. A temporary organization was soon established. Some people came out of the valley to gather nearby wanderers, some prepared food, and some took care of the elderly and the weak. The entire valley was brighter than during the day. Still busy.

He can fly when he is in a vacancy, volunteering to summon mortals from further afield.

No one assigned Mu Xingqiu a task. Everyone was used to treating him as a cold bystander, avoiding him when walking and never looking up.

The only exception was General Mu. He walked down the platform and came to Mu Xingqiu, "I heard that you are looking for memories."

Shou Que told General Mu everything she knew, but she still kept the secret and did not tell Mu Xingqiu's real name. In General Mu's eyes, he was still a strange practitioner named Mu Feidian.

Mu Xingqiu nodded.

The two looked at each other for a while, and General Mu said: "Thank you for your help." No one else knew what was going on, but he was the only one who noticed the turn of the steel storm in the final stage.

"How long can you last like this?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"The more people gather, the longer they persist. This is the foundation of the way of the weak."

"But it's still a spell, not a mere collection of weaklings."

"Of course, the weak also need spells, but these are not the spells of the strong. After each spell is cast, we will become stronger as a whole, and as individuals, as me, we will become weaker and weaker until we are no different from all living beings."

Mu Xingqiu finally understood why he had not been able to detect powerful spells before. It was because the spells were too scattered and would become more and more scattered in the future.

"I'm afraid you won't have enough time to summon enough mortals. After the water attack and wood attack, there will be a fire attack. According to my guess, even a hundred thousand mortals can't stop the final blow."

General Mu clenched his fists, "The weak are often bullied, but the weak will not admit defeat. Only the strong will have great ups and downs. The weak have been standing here with death close behind them and have no way out, so they will not admit defeat."

It was like a bolt of lightning shot into his mind. Mu Xingqiu's eyes were filled with light, and a large memory seemed to be right in front of him, but it only lasted for a moment. The light faded, and the memory also dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

"If you don't admit defeat... you have to have some means. I'll take you to Zhuozhou City." Mu Xingqiu said.