Chapter 0998 Steel Storm

The people in the valley formed dozens of concentric circles. Time was short, so 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. They were terrified, holding the clay statues tightly in their hands, closing their eyes, and praying silently.

They were not warriors. Many of them had never touched a sword in their lives, let alone fighting against powerful spells. They stood there, hoping for miracles and believing in General Mu in the middle.

Jinchu stood on the earth platform, constantly bending over to scoop up soil, raising it above his head, turning it into an ancient statue, and then placing it beside him. The statues of different sizes also formed a circle, each different, but with the common feature of being very rough.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains. Jinchu took off his shirt and smeared the soil in his hand evenly from head to waist. He began to preach, encouraging everyone to stay in place and not move.

He said: "The strong climb higher and higher, while the weak stand firmer and more stable." He said: "Those who climb will eventually reach their limit and will fall, and those below will take over." He said: "The power of the weak is connected to the earth. The most powerful force in the world can only change the surface of the earth. The earth lasts forever, and the weak will not perish."

He said a lot, and his voice echoed in the valley. Everyone didn't understand it very well, but it didn't matter. The surviving humans finally had something to rely on. No matter how fragile this reliance looked, it was better than being at a loss and waiting to die. Every time General Mu finished a paragraph, everyone raised the statues in their hands at the same time and shouted.

Even Fu Lin, who was determined to expose the truth at the beginning, voluntarily joined the concentric circles. He and nine soldiers stood in the outermost circle, facing the entrance of the valley. He threw away his armor and held the ancient statue in his hand. He imagined in his mind that this was a battle between armies. Although the strength of the two sides was very different, there was still a battle.

Shouque stood in the innermost circle, completely impressed by General Mu, looking at him with admiration, repeating every word he said.

Mu Xingqiu was still sitting on the hillside, the only spectator of this battle. He still couldn't feel any particularly powerful spells. The only function of the mortal formation seemed to be to establish an invisible passage between everyone, eventually leading to General Mu.

Shouque had an important responsibility in the formation. General Mu was at the end of the passage, and she was the maintainer of the passage, ensuring its stability and smoothness. Without her, the entire formation would be very fragile.

There were more than 5,000 people in the valley, and they were indeed a considerable force when gathered together, but they were still too weak to fight the Five Elements Tribulation.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to help these mortals for a while, but soon gave up the idea. From the most objective standpoint, these mortals were not worth saving. Most of them were old, young, women and children. Many of them had to lean on crutches to stand. Some women held their children in one hand and held the statues in the other. Children of several years old also had to occupy a position alone. They were terrified and kept looking at their parents, looking like they would run over at any time.

This is such a fragile group. Even if they escaped the next few disasters, they would probably be swallowed up by the next chaotic world.

The way of the weak that General Mu preached, without the support of actual spells, could probably only allow believers to gain a little peace before death.

Zuo Liuying and Zhao Chuye, who stood at the height of Taoist priests, did not save the mortals, and Mu Xingqiu could not think of a reason to help.

But he did not leave like Zhao Chuye, but stayed to watch a resistance that was doomed to fail. Not only that, he also wanted to find the shadow of "fire" here.

The Taoist's Heart was as calm as a lake surrounded by mountains, and as cold as a lake. The closer Mu Xingqiu got to the Taoist's Heart, the more he felt the chill in it. It was precisely in these fragile, selfish and cowardly mortals that there seemed to be fire burning. These fires were very weak and could go out at any time in the strong wind, but there was still a little warmth.

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

The paving spells that permeated the surroundings began to change. Mu Xingqiu knew that the golden attack tonight was coming.

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

A gust of wind blew, and a rumbling sound came from outside the valley, as if a storm was approaching quickly.

General Mu stopped preaching, held the statue of the god in his right hand to protect his heart, stretched out his left hand straight, and slowly turned his feet. When the palm of his left hand was facing the northwest, he stopped moving. ơɱ

That was exactly the entrance to the valley.

Everyone followed suit, facing northwest in the same position.

Mu Xingqiu stood up. Even he could not fight the Five Elements Tribulation for too long. He had to fly to the sky to avoid it when necessary.

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

Many mortals screamed. Fear still prevailed. As long as one person took the lead, most people would flee in panic, disrupting the entire formation.

The statue in General Mu's hand emitted a dim light like a candle in the wind.

"My body is the earth." He said, and the small circle of statues around him glowed at the same time.

"My blood is the river." He said, and the statues in the hands of the innermost circle glowed.

The screams stopped, and even the babies stopped crying. They fell asleep in their mothers' arms. The old people on crutches tried their best to straighten their backs, and the women did not feel weak. At least they could lift the statues in their hands.

General Mu repeated the sentence "I am", as if it was a mantra to resist the disaster of the five elements. More and more people followed him and recited these simple sentences. The voices merged together, and they were quite powerful, able to match the growing number of people. Competing with the closer whistling sound.

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 strong wind rushed into the valley, and the mountains on both sides of the entrance instantly collapsed, making a loud bang, and the entire ground shook.

Fu Lin's position was closest to the entrance. His heart was in his throat. Finally, he came. He thought that he would die like so many descendants of Queen Fu. The dynasty established by mortals was so vulnerable to magic. He only wondered about one thing. It was obviously a golden attack, so why was there a ball of wind coming in?

He soon understood that it was a mass of chilling wind. People often say that the cold wind is like a knife. This sentence is not a metaphor at this moment. The wind is really carrying a lot of steel particles, which are 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, and my blood is the river..."

The wind was so strong that he couldn't hear other people's voices, so he just kept shouting at his own pace.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not dead. The strong wind was still raging, making him sway left and right, but all the steel particles in the wind passed by him. The light from the statue in his hand became dimmer, but there was no It went out, and his feet sank deeper and deeper into the ground.

"My heart is for the weak!" The divine light weakened, but the hope and belief in Fu Lin's heart greatly expanded. He yelled "I do" over and over again at the top of his voice. His excitement at this time was different from his rescue last night. It's completely different, because he is not only a rescuer, but also a self-rescuer and a rescuer. He doesn't understand how all this happened, but he is sure that he is a part of it.

The valley was still dark, and thousands of light points were like fireflies. Except for themselves, they could not illuminate anyone around them. Everyone was holding their own idols and sticking to their own positions and beliefs.

Only Mu Xingqiu on the hillside could see the whole scene. His third eye penetrated the night and the strong wind, and saw the intoxicated faces, and saw countless steel fragments clinging to the mortal bodies, along the formation. Along the way, a few fell to the ground, but most of them were still gathered in the middle.

The power of the Five Elements Tribulation was reduced a little, and he was led all the way to General Mu. A small circle of statues around him were the first to be attacked, and turned into dust again like weathered stones, but at a much faster speed, in less than half a quarter of an hour. Everything was reduced to dirt, but the golden attack was at its peak with no sign of stopping.

The steel particles began to impact the only target - General Mu's body.

The way of the weak is to endure. General Mu endured the golden attack for everyone in the valley. His hair was cut into sections, and his skin was scratched with countless scars. Blood seeped out, and soon his whole body turned red. .

He didn't move, just like when he was meditating in the forest. No matter how much torture his body suffered, he didn't move. He still held the idol high and shouted the sentence "I am here".

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

The third eye can no longer see the ground, but his keen sense is still there. Jin Gong draws power from the ubiquitous foreshadowing spells, randomly forming large steel storms, like giant pythons running rampant on the ground, making it difficult for anyone to survive. kind.

No one can predict the path of these storms in advance. The lucky ones escape but the unlucky ones bear the brunt.

Mu Xingqiu plunged into the storm, descended several hundred feet and then rose again. He saw that the formation in the valley was still there. General Mu was bearing all the attacks alone, and blood formed a mist around him.

But he still didn't move.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. It was neither sympathy nor admiration, nor excitement and reverence, these mortal emotions. He just couldn't stand it anymore.

The steel storm that invaded the valley still had a tail of more than ten miles, but it was this last blast of wind that was the most powerful.

Mu Xing flew high in the sky towards the end of the storm, silently absorbing the magic power from the Five Elements Tribulation. There were thousands of storms in the world, and he could only solve this one.

This one is also testing his limits. He has absorbed the power of some talismans before, and Zhao Chuye's moonlight spell made him fly seven times in a row before it was resolved. The mana contained in this storm is a hundred times that of Zhao Chuye. In the wild.

There are many seemingly impossible things in this world, but some of them are possible because there are always people who dare to try.

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

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