The other Mu Xingqiu stood on a simple platform made of dirt, his appearance was almost the same, and the difference in expression was relatively large, this person was more passionate and enthusiastic, his gaze was never swept in general, but stared at every gaze that greeted him, although it was only a short glimpse, it was enough to make the people who were seen excited, as if he had received special attention.

He stood there, just watching, without speaking, the people around the platform were crowded with excited people, more and more people were pouring from all over the valley, some people were running, for fear of being one step behind, and more people slowed down, and kept asking who "General Mu" was.

The words "Broken Flow City" and "Giant Demon King" kept appearing, and many of the things Mu Xingqiu did after that were more thrilling and grander than the Battle of Broken Flow City, and more mortals were indirectly saved, but the legendary General Mu only existed in Broken Flow City, and after that, he was a strange man, a hero and a fairy who could not see the end of the dragon, and he had his shadow in every war, but no one dared to say that they had really seen him with their own eyes.

"Who is that Mu Xingqiu who was killed by the Dao Patriarch?" Many people were asking about this, they were from the imperial capital, and they clearly remembered the scene when the patriarch made a public appearance and killed Mu Xingqiu a year ago.

"Mu Xingqiu is resurrected. "The patriarch killed a fake body. ”

The hundreds of young men and women flying in on logs caused a small wave, but it did not stop the crowd from gathering in the middle of the valley, and once they found their loved ones, they also joined the group.

Several talisman masters put away the logs, watched vigilantly, and refused to enter the valley for half a step.

Shou Que held his breath, squeezed into the crowd, and went to the place where the voice was loud, and she had the most questions, "Are you sure that is really Mu Xingqiu? Where did it come from? When did it appear? Is he powerful? Has he cast spells? Why is he called a general?"

Almost all the questions were answered, only a few of them contained a little fact, and most of them were unbelievable rumors, with some people claiming to have seen General Mu descend from the sky with a beam of light. The other said with the same insistence that General Mu had come out of the ground and stopped a powerful earth attack.

Shou Que didn't care about the truth and the obvious contradictions, and listened to every rumor with relish, until the rumors began to repeat each other, she squeezed back to Fu Lin's side, "You seem to be a more honest person, and you know a lot of things, tell me about General Mu's origin." ”

Fu Lin is a child of the royal family, and has read some records from relatively reliable sources, although they are incomplete. However, it can roughly outline Mu Xingqiu's experience from learning the Tao in Pangshan to being imprisoned in the Demon Pulling Cave, which witnesses have seen with their own eyes, and which are just hearsay rumors, and they are also clearly introduced.

Fu Lin led nine soldiers to follow the crowd, the despair in their hearts was deeper than the others, so they didn't dare to have much hope for General Mu, and there were great doubts about the authenticity of this person, "This person must be a liar who deceives the world and steals his reputation, taking advantage of everyone's panic and despair to get the last money." I'm going to do everything I can to expose him later. ”

Even within a few days of his death, Fu Lin still believed that he had a duty to protect and guide the people.

Shou Que shook his head disdainfully, "Then you're too disappointed, everyone is so happy." If you have to destroy, what good can you do by 'debunking'?"

Fu Lin was speechless, according to Xingshan Grandmaster Zhao Chuye, mortals could live for three days at most. After the gold, water, and wood attacks, only some cultivators were able to persevere, and the liars could only deceive for a while. It seems like a good thing to make the survivors happy during these three days.

Fu Lin shook his head firmly, he also had his own insistence, "No, I can't allow liars to run amok. ”

"The story you tell is not as interesting as other people's, there is no beginning and no end, it is all 'maybes' and 'maybes', especially without an ending, it's not good, I don't like it. Shou Que returned to the crowd, looking for the most exaggerated speaker, and cheering him on.

The real Mu Xingqiu also walked in the crowd, listening to others talk about his deeds, and he felt nothing in his heart.

He walked relatively fast, found a position near the earthen platform, and looked up to see the "General Mu" on the platform. General Mu's gaze just came over, the two looked at each other for a while, General Mu nodded and looked away, he had already noticed that this ugly middle-aged man flew over with the Fu Gong masters, so he made a sign of respect.

Mu Xingqiu didn't return the courtesy, he had a feeling that he probably knew this person in the past, could it be that he had a twin brother?

The crowd had almost gathered, and four or five thousand people stood on the undulating ground, with weeds under their feet, their legs tired, their stomachs empty, and their hearts burning with a small hope.

"General Mu's life is really rich and wonderful. Shou Que walked to Mu Xingqiu's side, his eyes swept between the two Mu Xingqiu, and soon stared intently at the General Mu on the stage, showing a stupid smile.

General Mu also nodded to her.

He was dressed in a simple cloth robe, with his cuffs rolled up, like a farmer who had just finished his work, not a general or a cultivator, but his resolute expression showed that he was by no means ordinary, even the emperor and grandson Fu Lin, who wanted to expose the lie, did not dare to make a mistake easily, and stood on a hill closest to the earthen platform with nine soldiers, quietly watching the situation.

General Mu was not alone, surrounded by more than a dozen men dressed in the same costume as him, more like a pure farmer than him, with the same resolute expression, and a little more vigilant, most of them were young, and their bodies were full of vitality unique to long-term refining, and they were very conspicuous among a large group of old and weak women and children.

The crowd fell silent, except for the clear cries of babies echoing over the valley.

General Mu still did not speak, but bent down, dug out a large piece of soil on the ground with his hands, and held it high above his head, and the followers around the platform did first, and then nodded at the others, signaling that everyone should do the same.

The crowd was bewildered, and only a few people did it at first, and after a while more people imitated it.

The land in the valley is very solid, and most people can only pick up a small handful of dust mixed with weeds, which can be blown away by a gust of wind, and Shou Que uses spells to dig out large pieces of soil, distribute them to the people around them, and force a copy into Mu Xingqiu's hands.

General Mu began to pray, his voice was solemn and passionate, he said that all things are not born for destruction, all things have their own way of survival and continuation, death and destruction are not the same thing, death is the inevitable destination, irresistible, destruction is a great evil against the way of heaven, the destroyed must resist, this is the instinct of all things, but also power, the way of heaven will inevitably help all things to win.

The prayer was neither long nor short, just to arouse the enthusiasm of the survivors without annoying them, and then a miracle happened, and the soil in General Mu's hand grew upwards and gradually turned into a clay statue seven or eight inches high.

The dirt in the hands of the others, whether it was more or less, loose or tight, also grew taller and became clay statues of different sizes, and those who had no soil in their hands were startled at first, and then hurriedly dug the soil, and the nine soldiers of Fu Lin also bent down at this time, and one of the veterans gave him a small handful.

The five talisman masters outside the valley glanced at each other, no one moved, they didn't even land, they couldn't see the clue, but they knew that it must be a spell.

The soil in Mu Xingqiu's hand was also changing, and he could see it better than anyone else, this was indeed a spell, and it was an inefficient spell that was seriously wasteful, and the caster seemed to be too greedy, and there were too many conflicting techniques in this spell, so that the effect was greatly reduced.

But for ordinary people, this is a miracle, a miracle greater than the fire of heaven and earth, because they all recognize the clay statue in their hands, the three gods of the ancient god cult, the idol is very rough and rough in form, but the effect is immediate.

The crowd knelt down in pieces, they had experienced too much death, they had begged for nothing, and only then did they finally get a little response, how could they not be so excited? Crying, pleading, accusing, the suppressed emotions of the crowd poured out in an instant.

Fu Lin thought about a series of cross-examinations, but the other party did not introduce himself at all, and directly won the support of the crowd by means of a magic stick, and the nine soldiers had already knelt down, and under their pull, Fu Lin had no choice but to kneel, looking at the little statue in his hand, thinking that the liar would finally have a plan, and when this General Mu began to ask for it, it would not be too late to expose the truth himself.

Shou Que was extremely engaged, kneeling on the ground with the mud god in her hand, crying more miserably than anyone else, as if a child who had been lost for many days had finally returned to his parents, in fact, it was precisely because of the illusion she inadvertently emanated that greatly intensified the excitement of the people around her.

Mu Xingqiu didn't cry, and he didn't want to kneel, what he cared about was only the spell skills, not the people's hearts, so he cast a spell and rose into the air and flew to the nearest hillside extremely quickly.

General Mu also knelt down, did not cry, still maintained his majesty and composure, his followers obviously had a division of labor, they all walked into the crowd, persuaded everyone to get up, Shou Que was set up by two people, these two people were extremely appreciative of her reaction, bowed deeply before leaving, Shou Que held the idol with both hands, still sobbing and crying.

General Mu on the stage was the last to stand up, his gaze slowly swept over, and he stayed on Shou Que for a while, not looking at the person who flew away.

The Old God Cult has experienced many ups and downs among mortals, and this one has the most significant effect.

"Since there is no way out, turn around and face your enemies. Don't think you're weak, don't feel sorry for yourself, if you're really worthless, that person wouldn't have put so much effort into destroying you. General Mu raised the idol in his hand with one hand, "Believe in your own power, the ancient gods protect all beings, but it only saves those who stretch out their hands." ”

Then they all lifted up their idols, and even the babies stopped crying.

A talisman master flew around Mu Xingqiu in a circle and whispered, "Mu Feidian, come back with us, this is a group of fools, and the real way to salvation is in Zhuozhou City." ”

"Please tell Sect Master Zhao that I will go back in three days, and I will see how these people deal with the next gold, water, and wood attacks. ”

Mu Xingqiu secretly surged with a familiar passion in his heart, and he wanted to know where this passion was going to lead him.

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