The people in the valley formed dozens of concentric circles, and the time was short, and the final shape was not particularly regular, and the distance between them was not equal. As night fell, everyone was terrified, especially those standing in the outermost circle, who were terrified, holding the clay statue tightly in their hands, closing their eyes and praying silently.

They are not warriors, many of them have never touched a sword in their lives, let alone fight against powerful spells, they stand there, only hoping for a miracle, only believing in the general Mu in the middle.

Standing on top of the earthen platform, Jin Tuan kept bending over to pick up the earth, raising it above his head, turning it into an ancient god statue, and then placing it beside him. The statues of large and small gods are also in a circle, all of them are different, and the common feature is that they are all very rough.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains, Jin Tuan took off his shirt and smeared the dirt from his hands from head to waist, and began to preach, encouraging everyone to stay where they were.

He said: "The strong go up and climb higher and higher, and the weak are down-to-earth and stand more and more stable." He said, "There is an end to those who go up, and they will fall, and those who are below will take over." He said: "The strength of the weak is connected to the earth, and the most powerful power in the world can only change the surface of the earth, and the earth will last forever, and the weak will not die." ”

He said a lot, the voice echoed in the valley, everyone didn't understand it very well in their ears, but it didn't matter, the surviving human beings finally relied on everything, no matter how fragile this reliance looked, it was better than being at a loss and waiting for death on the spot, every time General Mu finished speaking, everyone raised the idol in their hands at the same time, and shouted in their mouths.

Even Fu Lin, who had made up his mind to reveal the truth at the beginning, volunteered to join the concentric circles, and he and the nine soldiers stood in the outermost circle, facing the entrance of the valley, throwing away his armor and holding the statue of the ancient god in his hand, imagining in his heart that this was a battle between armies and armies, although there was a huge difference in strength between the two sides. But there is still a war.

Shou Que stood in the innermost circle, completely impressed by General Mu, looking at him adoringly, repeating every word he had said.

Mu Xingqiu was still sitting on the hillside, the only spectator of this battle, he still didn't feel the particularly powerful spell, and the only function of the mortal formation seemed to be to establish an invisible passage between everyone, which eventually led to General Mu.

The guard has an important role in the formation, and General Mu is the end of the passage, and she is the defender of the passage. Make sure it's stable and unobstructed, without her, the entire formation would be very fragile.

There are more than 5,000 people in the valley in total, and it is indeed a large force when gathered together, but it is still too weak to deal with the tribulation of the five elements.

Mu Xingqiu once wanted to help these mortals, but he quickly gave up this plan, and from the most objective position, these mortals were not worth saving. Most of them were women and children, many of whom had to rely on crutches to stand, and some women held their children in one hand and the idol in the other. Children of a few years old have to occupy a place alone, terrified, and constantly looking at their parents, as if they will run over at any moment.

This is such a vulnerable group. Even if you survive the next few disasters, you are likely to be swallowed by the troubled times that follow.

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

Zuo Liuying and Zhao Chuye, who were standing at the height of Taoist priests, did not save mortals, and Mu Xingqiu couldn't think of a reason to help.

But he didn't leave like Zhao Chuye, but stayed to watch a doomed rebellion, not only that, but he also wanted to find the shadow of "fire" here.

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

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

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

The mortals in the valley, including Shou Que and General Mu, had not yet noticed this, and were still raising the ancient god statues in their hands over and over again.

A gust of wind blew, 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 in his right hand at the position of the heart, stretched out his left hand straight, and slowly rotated his feet, and stopped when the palm of his left hand was facing northwest.

It happens to be the entrance to the valley.

Everyone imitated it, and they all faced the northwest in the same posture.

Mu Xingqiu stood up, even he couldn't fight the Five Elements Tribulation head-on for too long, and he had to fly to the sky to avoid it when necessary.

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

Many mortals screamed, but fear still prevailed, and as long as one person took the lead, most would flee 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 that a small circle of idols around him glowed at the same time.

"My blood is the river. He said that the idol in the hands of the innermost circle of people shone brightly.

"My head is a mountain. "My arm is the peak. "I'm a stone. "My heart is the way of the weak. Every time General Mu said a word, a circle of gods in the hands of mortals shone at the same time, the light was very dim, and it could only illuminate about a foot, but in such a dark night where the wind was gusting and the fingers were missing, it also illuminated everyone's hearts.

The screams ceased, even the babies cried out, they fell asleep in their mother's arms, the old man on crutches tried his best to straighten his back, and the women did not feel weak, at least they could lift up the idol in their hands.

General Mu repeated the sentence "I am", as if this was a spell to resist the calamity of the five elements, and more and more people followed him to recite these simple sentences, and the voices converged together, quite imposing, able to compete with the whistling sound that was getting closer and closer.

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 wind rushed into the valley, and the mountains on both sides of the entrance instantly collapsed for a while, making a loud bang, and the whole ground shook as a result.

Fu Lin's location was closest to the entrance, and his heart was in his throat, and finally came, he thought. He is going to die like many descendants of Empress Fu, the dynasty established by mortals is so vulnerable in the face of spells, he only wonders one thing, it is obviously a golden attack, why is it a ball of wind that comes in?

Soon he understood that it was a killing wind, and it was often said that the cold wind was like a knife, but this sentence was not a metaphor at the moment, and the wind was really carrying a large number of steel grains, 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, my blood is the ......"

The wind was so strong that he couldn't hear the voices of others, and just shouted at his own pace.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was not dead, and that the wind was still raging, blowing him from side to side. But all the grains of steel in the wind swept by, and the light from the idol in his hand became dimmer but not extinguished, and his feet sank deeper and deeper into the ground.

"My heart is the way of the weak!" The hope and belief in Fu Lin's heart swelled greatly, and he shouted "I do" over and over again at the top of his voice, and his excitement at this time was completely different from the rescue last night, because he was not just a rescued. He didn't understand how all this happened, but he was sure that he was one of them.

It's still dark in the valley. Thousands of points of light are like fireflies, except for themselves, who can't shine on anyone around them, everyone holds their own idols, sticks to their own positions and beliefs.

Only Mu Xingqiu on the hillside saw the panorama, his heavenly eyes pierced through the night and the wind, saw the fascinated faces, and saw countless steel fragments clinging to the mortal body, walking all the way along the passage formed by the formation, a few fell to the ground, and most of them still gathered in the middle.

The power of the Five Elements Tribulation was reduced a little, and it was led all the way to General Mu, and a small circle of gods around him was the first to be attacked, turning back into dust like weathered stones, but the speed was much faster, and it was all turned into dirt in less than half an hour, and the momentum of the golden attack was in full swing, and there was no sign of stopping.

Grains of steel began to impact the body of General Mu, the only target.

The way of the weak is to endure, General Mu endured the golden attack for everyone in the valley, his hair was cut in pieces, his skin was scratched with countless scars, blood dripped, and soon his whole body turned red.

He did not move, as he did in the forest, and he did not move in spite of the torture of his body, but still held up the idol and cried out to me.

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

Tianmu couldn't see the ground anymore, but his keen feeling was still there, and the golden attack drew strength from the ubiquitous foreshadowing spells, randomly forming a large storm of steel, like giant pythons running rampant on the ground, and there was hardly any living species in the places where they passed.

No one can predict the path of these storms in advance, and the lucky ones have escaped the disaster, and the unfortunate have borne the brunt.

Mu Xingqiu plunged headlong into the storm, descended hundreds of zhang and then rose again, he saw that the formation in the valley was still there, General Mu was bearing all the attacks alone, and the blood formed a mist around him.

But he still didn't move.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, neither sympathy, nor appreciation, nor the emotions of excitement and reverence for these mortals, he just couldn't stand it.

The steel storm that had entered the valley still had more than ten miles of tail left, but it was this last storm that was the most powerful.

Mu Xing flew towards the end of the storm at a high altitude, silently absorbing the mana in the Five Elements Tribulation, there are thousands of storms in the world, and he can only solve this one.

Just this one is also testing his limit, he has absorbed the power of some talismans before, and Zhao Chuye's Moon Mang's spell made him fly seven times in a row before it was resolved, and the mana contained in this storm was a hundred times that of Zhao Chuye.

There are so many things in this world that seem impossible, and some of them have come true, because there are always people who dare to try.

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

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

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