Chapter 1015: My Own Path
Strange magic was surging in the air, neither enemy nor friend, neither real nor illusion. Even the most insensitive mortal could reach out and touch a gentle breeze. The Taoists with the highest realm could only see pieces of floating dark light with their heavenly eyes. With the help of these magic, the chanting sound seemed to have a pair of wings, spreading faster and farther.
Shi Hanyuan was deeply surprised. Other Taoists were casting spells seriously and did not dare to be distracted. Only he was the master of the guardian formation and could temporarily leave the formation during the safe period.
He picked up a shadowless mirror from the many magic tools around him and rose into the air to feel the unknown strange magic in the air more directly. After a moment, he turned to the talisman mountain dozens of miles away, but changed his mind not long after flying and turned back to enter the valley.
Talismans are just one of the many sources of strange magic. The most powerful help seems to be among the mortals in the valley.
Most mortals were still in a state of panic. They were not afraid of a specific threat, but they did not know what the threat was and when it would come. The strange spells, the Taoist chanting, and the flashes of fire in the sky all indicated that the disaster was approaching step by step, but mortals were in the dark. There was no other way except to hope for the protection of the strong.
Only a few people were attracted by another miracle and could not tell whether it was a blessing or a disaster, a joy or a sorrow.
The shadowless mirror in Shi Hanyuan's hand reflected a large number of spells. The light and shadows crisscrossed, and it seemed to be more powerful than the magic circle formed by nearly a hundred Taoists.
No mortal saw the Taoist flying in the air. Shi Hanyuan circled in the valley and stopped in the air, looking confused and excited.
There were seven babies in the valley with fire circles on their foreheads. It was they who spread the talismans, formations and chanting, far beyond his initial expectations.
"Zuo Liuying is right." Shi Hanyuan muttered to himself. Soon, he put away the bronze mirror. The confusion and excitement on his face disappeared, replaced by vigilance. "It turns out that they are the 'big fish' that Kun Dun is looking for."
The strong pressure of the Taoist fire attack awakened some of the babies' abilities in advance, and also left them with obvious marks, not only the fire circle on their foreheads, but also the attitude of mortals. The strange babies are attracting more and more attention. People gather around them, vying to take a look. Some people have already knelt down and worshiped. The mother of the baby is even more surprised. She holds the child in her arms, as if she has obtained a huge fortune that should not belong to her.
Only Taoist disciples like Zuo Liuying will start practicing in the womb. Mortal babies should grow up normally. When the time is right, there will be Taoists who secretly teach them the method of breathing. They will not officially become Taoists until they are ten years old. After this night, their fate will be different.
This is a more obvious mark than the fire circle on the forehead.
Shi Hanyuan performed his great magical power in the air, and the fire circles spread on the foreheads of everyone like an infectious disease, not only babies, but also adults. These fire circles did not have any magic power, but mortals could not distinguish them. They were only shocked. The worship of babies just disappeared. Everyone raised their hands to touch their hot foreheads and looked at the people around them.
But this was not enough. Shi Hanyuan's magic could hide mortals and most Taoists, but for Kun Dun, the difference between the real and fake marks was clear at a glance.
Where was Kun Dun hiding? What was he going to do with these babies next? Shi Hanyuan knew nothing. He only understood one thing, that if he did not intervene, the future of the seven Tao root babies in the valley would be worrying.
On the hillside, the Taoists were still casting spells in the formation. The attack of the Tao fire was getting weaker and weaker. They could persist without the protection of the Taoist Fu Yuemang. On the peak dozens of miles away, Mu Xingqiu and others were silent. Shi Hanyuan looked around and could not find anyone he could trust and rely on.
"I am not Zuo Liuying." He said to himself. He is not Zuo Liuying, who cannot see that far into the future. He has just become a high-level Taoist priest for a short time. He is not used to or good at arranging a grand chess game, and he will not use others as chess pieces. It is not that he is unwilling, but that he cannot. "I am the chess piece."
Shi Hanyuan is not dissatisfied with his role. He sighs that this role is unbearable, and there are things in this world that are more difficult to face than death. What makes him most sad is that no matter how hard he tries, he may not be able to escape from Kun Dun's palm in the end. In that case, he will never have a chance to clear his name.
Sighs and sorrow will not affect the decision of Taoist Fu Yuemang. Shi Hanyuan casts a spell for the second time to reveal his true self to the mortals in the valley.
The panicked mortals in the dark raised their heads and saw a murderous Taoist priest, holding a sword in one hand and a bell in the other, with a flame-like light all over his body.
"Mortals! Useless mortals!" The Taoist said loudly in a majestic and terrifying voice, "You are the ones who bound the Taoist's hands and feet, why didn't you die?"
Some people recognized him as the leader of the Taoists. Not long ago, he was the protector of all humans in the valley. Suddenly, he turned into a ferocious look. The crowd looked at him in surprise, without screaming or fleeing, like a group of docile sheep.
Shi Hanyuan waved his sword and rang the bell, and balls of fire shot out from the sword, growing against the wind, and mercilessly pounced on the humans on the ground.
The screams finally sounded, and the camp fell into chaos. People ran and trampled. The long-suppressed fear was finally released completely, and even the ninth level of mind illusion could not suppress it.
The fireballs took root on the ground and ignited a raging fire. Soon, it became a sea of fire. The crazy laughter of Taoist Fu Yuemang continued for a long time, making the fire more fierce.
The Taoist priests who were setting up formations and casting spells on the hillside were finally alerted, and gradually woke up from their half-thoughts. They were shocked to find that Shi Hanyuan, who was responsible for protecting the formations, had disappeared, and the valley that was supposed to be protected was filled with red flames.
"Fellow Taoist Shi...has become possessed again!" A Taoist priest said the only possible conclusion.
Shi Hanyuan once killed countless Taoist priests and monks in Yelin Town, and finally gained the trust of a group of Taoist priests, but then lost control of himself.
The flames spread up the hillside, feeding on the soil and continuing unabated.
The crimes Shi Hanyuan committed must be borne by a group of Taoist priests who sincerely protect mortals. The last bit of faith that maintained the Taoist priests was broken, but they still persisted in putting out fires and saving people until there were no more sparks in the valley.
The Tao Fire Attack was over, much shorter than previously expected. Everyone escaped, but they were not happy at all. Thousands of burnt corpses were left in the valley, and Shi Hanyuan must be blamed for it no matter what. .
"The Taoism no longer exists!" Pangshan Taoist priest Shen Jixian said loudly, and he was furious, "What we have tried so hard to maintain is just a ghost. Now even this ghost has dissipated. Perhaps Zhao Chuye is right, and the building will collapse , it depends on who can run faster and hide better. Goodbye, everyone, let’s go our separate ways, and don’t call ourselves Taoists anymore, we are no different from ordinary cultivators.”
"Those babies Shi Hanyuan said..." Some people still remember this.
Shen Jixian gave a cold hey, turned around and flew away. Most of the Taoist priests made the same choice as him, but in a different direction. There were still a dozen Taoist priests left who flew out of the valley to chase after the fleeing mortals, hoping to find those who were different from the others. Different babies.
The person who cast the talisman was forgotten. The Taoist priests were not optimistic about the plan beforehand, and they did not feel that the talisman was responsible for defeating the Tao Fire Attack afterwards. Mortals are even worse. They don't know that the disaster is over. Instead, they are even more panicked than before the arrival of the Dao Fire. At that time, they had support and hope, but now they only have two legs, which they use to run around aimlessly.
A very small number of mortals, thirty-three to be exact, did not flee with the masses. They stood at the entrance to the valley, looking around.
"Where is General Mu? Does he know what is happening here?" asked a Huangfu Army soldier.
"Will the Taoist priest...will he take General Mu..." Old Luo's family of three held the statue tightly in their hands, praying for General Mu's safety.
A follower pointed into the distance. The night shrouded the mountains. He could not see the peaks, but only knew the general direction. "General Mu went to arrange the talismans. The ring of fire in the sky must be his spell. He can defeat the Taoist priest named Zhao Chuye." , Naturally, I am not afraid of this group of Taoist priests."
"Should we wait here, or should we go find him?" a refugee asked anxiously. The fire in the valley was out, but the burnt smell was still strong and disturbing.
"General Mu will not come back. Without the help of magic, we can't climb that mountain." Follower Yao Que'er recalled what General Mu said. He didn't know why at the time, but now he thinks back to it, but it means a lot, "We have to go our own way." road.”
"My own way? What way?" The others looked at Yao Que'er blankly, with a hint of panic in their expressions.
"Remember? We once tried hard to be the leader of the formation, and many people succeeded."
"That's to save Miss Shou Que."
"Everyone has worked so hard to save her, but what about saving themselves and the world?" Yao Queer's eyes shone with excitement, and her voice trembled slightly, "A mortal can inherit the way of the weak. Come with me, let's go. Our own path.”
Yao Queer strode into the broken world in the night. This was not an escape, but a fight. The others were stunned for a while and followed one after another. They still didn't fully trust this mortal who stood up, but compared to others, they were less confused.
On the mountain peak dozens of miles away, Mu Xingqiu and Zhao Chuye collapsed on the ground. One of them was writing the talisman, and the other was being written, which consumed a lot of physical strength and blood. Fu Lin was also sweating profusely. He was responsible for protecting the dharma. He even sacrificed dozens of paper talismans and was exhausted. Only Shou Que, who was floating in the air, showed no signs of fatigue.
"I want your spell-absorbing technique, which you promised to give to me." Zhao Chuye gritted his teeth and said, it was for this reason that he was willing to help.
Mu Xingqiu pointed to his head, "It's right here, use it as you wish."
Zhao Chuye breathed heavily. Mu Xingqiu was a person who had lost his memory, but he had used the magic-absorbing technique many times, so he must have relevant memories in his mind. Grandmaster Xingshan smiled. The technique of absorbing spells has a bright future. Even if it cannot fight against Kun Chaos, it can be used to protect himself.
Suddenly, the wind started blowing from the flat ground, and the tortured mountain peak sank again. Zhao Chuye flew up involuntarily and was carried far away by the strong wind.
"You're cheating!" Zhao Chuye's angry cry came from afar.
Mu Xingqiu and Fu Lin both looked at Shou Que.
"It's not me." Shou Que said, looking up to find the source of the spell.
Two things fell from the sky, a small tower and a small leather bag. They were the Patriarch Tower and Qiankun Bag that originally belonged to Zhao Chuye.
"This is not the real Patriarch Tower, it's just a clone." Shi Hanyuan's voice came from the air, "If you want to find Kun Chaos, this may be a clue."
"Everyone else is avoiding Kun Chao, why should we look for him?" Shou Que was confused.
Mu Xingqiu's heart moved, and he vaguely saw the direction of his memory.
Volume 22 The Change of Nascent Soul