There was not a trace of wind or clouds in the night sky overhead, and the stars were dense, as if within reach, Mu Xingqiu looked down and saw a heavy storm of steel sweeping across the ground, and one of the storms was changing direction towards him.

Mu Xingqiu had absorbed enough mana to squander it wantonly, but he was like a country boy who entered the city for the first time, dazed and ignorant, with gold, silver and jewelry in his arms, but he didn't know how to spend it, he could only fly, and he could fly as fast as he could.

The storm turned its course with difficulty, first with its head held upward, like a giant whale leaping out of the water, but instead of falling back into the sea normally, it changed the moment it rose to the top, and it became a bird and spread its wings to chase after its small prey.

There were too many steel fragments pouring in, Mu Xingqiu didn't have time to absorb the mana in it, he could only resist with his body, his physique was much stronger than General Mu's, and the mana was abundant, the surface of his body was harder than steel, and the fragments were bounced away, lost his mana, and slowly fell to the ground.

The injury was not very serious, but the pain was real, the steel particles smashed one after another, Mu Xingqiu's already tattered clothes were not left, and a large number of red dots were knocked out of his skin, and it didn't take long for the red dots to join together, making the whole body red, and he was like a piece of flying charcoal.

He changed direction, descended sharply, and crashed towards a towering mountain, picking up as fast as he could, and then suddenly changing direction again a split second before hitting the peak.

The steel storm he had attracted was relatively heavy, and it swooped down like another mountain peak falling from the sky, and the mountain on the ground lost slightly, and suddenly fell a little shorter, and then it continued to fall, and the dust raised was even larger than the scale of the storm, and soon engulfed several nearby hills.

Mu Xingqiu flew out for more than ten miles before landing on another stable mountain, the ground under his feet was shaking, and the roar around him was endless. The Tribulation of the Five Elements is changing the landscape with its ruthless power, and in a few days, it will be difficult for the Emperor to recognize his hometown if there are still survivors in the Imperial Capital.

The Golden Assault was almost over, and the smaller storm was gone, and some of the remaining ones were tired, faltering, and terrifying, but the steel shards inside had lost their sharpness.

I don't know how many more lives have died in this catastrophe.

Mu Xingqiu got up and flew to the valley, only to notice that he had no clothes on his body halfway. I searched in the small leather bag around my waist and found a Taoist robe, so I changed it in the air, and my hair was scattered and only a few inches long, but I didn't need to clean it up.

The valley was quiet, the idol's glow was gone, and the ground was marked by a storm, as if it had been slashed by a great knife many times.

The crowd gathered. Silently looking at General Mu in the middle, he did not show the joy of being rescued, nor the excitement of defeating a strong enemy.

Mu Xingqiu fell behind the crowd and slowly squeezed in. His changes are not small, his hair is shorter, his clothes have changed, the red marks on his body have not completely disappeared, only the pitted face can still be recognized. No one knew that he reached out at the last minute, and everyone gave way. It's just because I don't dare to offend the cultivators who can fly.

General Mu was still standing on the earthen platform, maintaining his original posture: his right hand held the remains of the statue in his heart, and his left arm stretched out. The palms of the hands are facing the entrance of the valley.

He seemed to be splashed with blood, dripping blood from head to toe, which was a terrifying sight, and at the same time had an indescribable majesty, just like the ritual of worshipping the heavens of the primitive people, when blood, killing, and death all had sacred meanings.

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

General Mu did not die, on his bloody chest, there was a seedling-like pattern, it was not big, only three light green branches and five milky white tender whiskers, the flowing blood all avoided the pattern, in a blood red, the seedling appeared extremely prominent.

"His soul ...... Ah, I've never seen a soul like this, I want to...... Give him my soul. The broken soul was trembling, and she couldn't tell how she felt, but she knew that in the face of such a soul, what she gave birth to was not hunger, but self-shame and a heartfelt willingness to give.

"How did he hold on?" someone asked softly, for fear of disturbing General Mu.

"Do we need to do something?"

"Hey, I have a ...... on the back of my hand too," a teenage boy raised his arm in amazement to show everyone the pattern on the back of his hand, which was almost exactly the same as the sapling on General Mu's chest, just smaller.

Not only the children, but others also found the same pattern on their bodies one after another, in slightly different positions, but they were all places where the idol had touched.

General Mu fell to the ground, and many people stepped forward at the same time to help, but were stopped by his followers, "Pray for General Mu and don't approach him." ”

People don't know complicated prayers, so they whisper the phrase "I do" over and over again, less passionate and generous, and more soft and sincere.

In front of everyone's eyes, General Mu, who fell to the ground, turned into a horse, a brocade-tailed horse with a colorful long tail, and his whole body was still covered in blood.

"Oh my God, he's ...... He's a horse demon!" The crowd exclaimed, and the faint-hearted stepped back in horror, making way for a place.

A few people did not move, and General Mu's followers each dug a handful of soil from the ground with their hands, and continued to pray against the soil, occasionally kissing the soil, and imitating their movements, and did not care if their faces were dirty.

"How could General Mu be a demon clan?"

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

"Beware, don't get too close......"

The crowd was talking, and the only reason why the birds and beasts had not dispersed was that they were too shocked and surprised, and no one took the lead in escaping for a while.

Emperor Sun Fu Lin was one of the few who did not move, turned around and said loudly to the others: "Haven't you woken up yet? The biggest threat to the human race is not the demon race, but the Dao system, which is a much more powerful force than the human race and the demon race. Just like General Mu said, the stronger the upward, the higher the fly, the smaller the beings on the ground, and the less sympathy there is. The beings standing on the ground want to drag them down, even if they are pulled down at all, but we are weak, humans are like this, and the demon race is like this, so we have to unite and stand together like just now. Only by protecting and supporting each other can it be possible to compete with the strong. What you see is a demon and a horse, but what I see is the king of all beings. ”

Fu Lin bent down, picked up a handful of dust from the ground, turned to General Mu in a pool of blood, said "I am the ground", buried his whole face deep in the dust in his hands, and then continued to chant the sentence "I for" with a dirty face.

Everyone already knew that Fu Lin was a descendant of the royal family, and seeing him make such a move, he called the demon clan "the king of all beings". All were taken aback, and soon a large number of mortals followed his actions, and the young children, in particular, did not hesitate to kiss the dirt.

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

Shou Que gave Mu Xingqiu a handful of soil, he shook his head and refused, the various rituals so far have been very effective in winning people's hearts. But he didn't need to, what others saw was a miracle, and what he saw was a spell that was extremely different.

The broke-tailed horse regained its human form, and there were no injuries on his body. Even the sapling pattern on his chest disappeared, but he looked very weak, and the two followers immediately walked up to the earthen platform and put on a robe for General Mu. Helping him to stand up, he stomped his foot regretfully when he didn't catch up. I secretly wrote down this procedure in my heart, and decided that there would be a next time, and I must be the first to go up.

General Mu's face was as pale as paper, and the blood in his whole body seemed to have been drained, he nodded to Mu Feidian first, and then his eyes swept over the crowd and said, "Please look at your arms." ”

"We see it, there's a little tree!" one child exclaimed, excitedly, "Hey, it's gone now." ”

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

Everyone looked down and saw a few small scars on their arms, as many as fifteen or sixteen, as few as two or three, not big, some places had bled and had coagulated at this time, they had actually found these scars a long time ago, but compared to General Mu's serious injuries and everyone's great calamity, this small injury was really not worth mentioning, so no one particularly cared.

"Believe in your own strength, believe in the way of the weak, this is the evidence, you can resist 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 attack, if it was in normal times, a grain of steel would be enough to kill a mortal.

So, in addition to gratitude, they developed stronger faith.

General Mu pushed away the supporters and said loudly: "Go and call more mortals, tell them that there is a way for the weak, and tell them that luck will not always befall them, and that the weak can only bear the attack and fall of the strong when they get together." ”

The crowd roared, and several followers of General Mu immediately walked into the crowd to assign tasks, and soon established a temporary organization, some people went out of the valley to gather the nearby diaspora, some people prepared food, some people took care of the old and weak, and the whole valley was even busier than during the day.

Shou can fly, and volunteers to go farther away to gather mortals.

No one assigned tasks to Mu Xingqiu, and everyone was used to treating him as a cold-eyed bystander, bypassing him when walking, and never looking up.

Only General Mu was an exception, he stepped down from the earth platform and came to Mu Xingqiu, "I heard that you are looking for memories. ”

Shou Que knew everything about General Mu, but she still kept the secret and didn't say Mu Xingqiu's real name, in General Mu's eyes, he was still a strange cultivator 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, only he sensed the turn of the final stage of the Iron Storm.

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

"The more people gather, the longer they will persevere, which is the foundation of the way of the weak. ”

"But it's still a spell, not a pure collection of weakling. ”

"Of course, the weak also need spells, but this is not the spell of the strong, after each spell, as a whole, we will become more tenacious, as an individual, as me, we will become weaker and weaker, until we are no different from all beings. ”

Mu Xingqiu finally understood why he couldn't detect powerful spells before, because the spells were too scattered, and they would become more and more scattered in the future.

"I'm afraid you won't have time to gather enough mortals, after the water attack and the wood attack, there will be the attack of Dao Fire, according to my guess, even 100,000 mortals will not be able to block the final blow. ”

General Mu clenched his fists, "The weak are often oppressed, but the weak will not admit defeat, the strong have big ups and downs, and the weak have been standing here, with death behind them, and there is no way back, so they will not admit defeat." ”

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, and there was light in front of Mu Xingqiu's eyes, and a large memory seemed to be in front of him, but it only lasted for a moment, the light dimmed, and the memory dissipated, leaving nothing.

"Don't throw in the towel...... You have to have the means, I'll take you to Zhuozhou City. Mu Xingqiu said.

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