Chapter 1017 Land God
Seven meteors flew from a distance, and the crowd was terrified. The elder shouted, "The scattered cultivators are coming, Captain Yao, help me!"
The meteors were still some distance away, and Captain Yao was not in a hurry, "After repelling the scattered cultivators, I want to take a look at your Nascent Soul."
The elder was in a dilemma, "I can take a look, but the child is our lifeblood, no one can take him away. If Captain Yao uses force, we... we can only fight you to the death."
Captain Yao smiled, "I have been traveling in the Jiangnan area for a long time. Have you ever heard of me robbing anyone in any place? Things? Don't worry, I'm just taking a look. This is not the first Nascent Soul I've seen. "
The elder was relieved and glanced at the people around him. "Okay, after repelling the scattered cultivators, I'll take you to see the child. We don't call him Nascent Soul. He is... the God of Land."
Captain Yao raised the original statue in his hand. After a moment, the seventeen stones around him turned into three-headed statues at the same time. Then the statues in the hands of others became brighter and the formation took shape. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The elder recited the blessing of the ancient gods several times and raised the statue in his hand.
Luo Xiaoliuer picked out seven magic tools from the bag and placed them at the feet of Captain Yao. He looked up at the seven meteors in the sky, took out a small magic sword and inserted it into the ground one step in front of Captain Yao, and then returned to his position.
The meteors were very fast, and they arrived as soon as they said they would. The seven stars dispersed and surrounded the magic circle, revealing their true form. They were five men and two women, all wearing Taoist clothes. Their hairpins had their own characteristics, but they were all different from the nine Taoist sects. They were obviously chosen by themselves. They were stepping on various magic tools, which did not look like Taoist items.
A skinny man in his forties, probably the leader of the seven people, sneered at Captain Yao, "The power of the Ancient God Cult is growing, and it has even come to our Jiangdong."
"When there is no master in the world, someone has to stand up. The Ancient God Cult has no choice but to do so. You all have great magical powers and are the best among men. Are you willing to join the Ancient God Cult and save the people together?"
The seven casual cultivators laughed, and the leader said, "Look, you are also a person with magical powers. Well, I'll give you some face. We won't join the Ancient God Cult. If you are willing to leave, we can spare your life."
Captain Yao shook his head, "There are no cowards in the Ancient God Cult. Since you are here, we will not leave unless we persuade you to leave and let the residents of this city feel at ease.
The skinny casual cultivator raised his right hand, and a flickering red light appeared in his palm, "Hey, do you think this is a group of honest people who are bullied? They are all sinister and cunning people, and have done more evil than us. Yuanying will not have a good end in their hands. "
The elder opened his mouth to argue, but was stopped in time by Luo Xiaoliu'er's stern eyes.
A female cultivator shouted: "Why waste your breath, let's fight first, anyway, whoever is stronger has the final say. The Ancient God Sect has been famous for many years. Today is a good time to see if it has real skills! "
None of the seven people gave their names. The leader threw out a red dragon, and the others cast spells, releasing dragons of different colors. The shortest was more than ten feet long, and the longest was more than thirty feet long. They were circling and dancing in the air, and gradually fell to the ground.
Captain Yao stopped the verbal confrontation, chanting the words "I do" and began to mobilize the power of the magic circle. He had rich experience in setting up the formation. Even if the person who set up the formation was confused for a while, it didn't matter. He and Luo Xiaoliu'er would soon be able to bring everyone back on track, with only one premise: these people really care about their lives.
The residents of Shenyou City are very afraid of death, and have made concessions to Captain Yao many times. They cherish the current opportunity, so they were in the best condition to form the formation, and soon they all chanted the sentence "I am" in unison.
The red dragon pounced down first, but did not bite anyone, but involuntarily circled inward along the ground, passing by everyone. Several people were standing unsteadily and were touched by the red dragon. They were immediately injured and were so scared that they dared not move anymore. The spells in their mouths became louder.
The other magic dragons followed the red dragon into the magic circle. The closer they got to the inner circle, the more unstable their colors became, flickering, and finally when they reached Captain Yao, they were already weak and disappeared after circling around. None of the seven dragons persisted, and the only one that was destroyed was a stone statue.
The faces of the seven casual cultivators changed slightly. They had heard about the magic of the Ancient God Cult a long time ago, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful. The mortals who formed the formation were more confident, and the sound of chanting spells resounded through the sky.
The casual cultivators refused to admit defeat and cast spells again. This time, there were not only dragon shapes, but also spells such as fire rain, hail, and poisonous wind. However, without exception, they were sucked into the magic circle, slowly depleted their magic power, and disappeared into thin air. The greatest damage was only to destroy a few stone statues, causing the eight magic tools at Captain Yao's feet to shake slightly.
A tall casual cultivator was furious, jumped on the ground, showed a two-handed giant sword, and rushed towards the magic circle with vicious shouts. The first to bear the brunt of the outermost circle was an old man, who was terrified. He threw away the cane in his hand and squatted down with his head in his hands. This was a wrong decision. A gust of poisonous wind swept him in. The old man screamed several times and turned into a skeleton before he flew far away. After a while, even his bones were gone and he became part of the poisonous wind.
The tall casual cultivator took advantage of the opportunity to rush into the second circle, jumped up, jumped over the spells cast by his own casual cultivators, and rushed to a young man who was blocking the way with the giant sword in his hand.
The young man was pale, but did not move. He closed his eyes and chanted the spell loudly, leaving his life and death to the formation.
With a bang, the tall casual cultivator was bounced away. Before he landed, he was attracted by the formation and wanted to enter the circle. He hurriedly stabbed the big sword into the ground with force, holding his hands tightly to stabilize his body.
The other six casual cultivators hurriedly retracted their offensive spells to avoid accidentally injuring their own people. The skinny casual cultivator threw out a long white rope, wrapped it around the waist of the tall casual cultivator, shouted, and pulled him. He found that he was weak and had to help, "Come and help, this magic circle is a bit evil."
Five casual cultivators flew in from all over the place, stretched out their hands to hold the long rope, and quickly pulled it back with all their strength, but they could only remain at a stalemate.
The skinny casual cultivator's face turned green and red. He wanted to let go, but he couldn't let go of his brotherhood. He wanted to surrender, but he couldn't let go of his own face.
The people on the ground were getting more and more excited, and the statues held high in their hands were brighter than candles.
The light of the statue in everyone's hands dimmed, and the six casual cultivators worked together to pull the tall casual cultivator back into the air. They all changed their expressions and did not dare to do anything again. They all looked at the leader.
"The ancient divine sect is indeed worthy of its reputation. I am the master of Xuanmiao Dao Yueshan. I dare to ask you your surname?" Gan Shousan has reached a higher level and doesn't want to fight anymore.
"My surname is Yao, a captain in the Ancient God Religion."
"It turns out that your Excellency is the famous Captain Yao from Jiangnan. Well, I'll see you later." Qi Zhisheng still couldn't say anything submissive, so he bowed his hands and left, leading the scattered cultivators to fly away. Turning into a meteor was too much mana for them, and they didn't dare to Use it no more.
Before the seven casual cultivators disappeared, the elder of Shenyou City eagerly said to Colonel Yao from a circle of people: "Don't let the thieves go, they will definitely come again, and the casual cultivators have treasures..."
Captain Yao did not want to cause trouble and had already put away the statue. Luo Xiaoliuer came over and put the magical weapons back into the bag one by one. Only the magical sword was stuffed into his right sleeve.
"The Ancient God Religion only saves people, not kills." Colonel Yao walked to the edge of the open space, picked up the remaining stone statues one by one, turned them into stones, and then put them down. The light of the statues in everyone's hands disappeared.
"But...but what if the rogue cultivators come to look for trouble again? How long can you two stay?"
"Leave at dawn." Captain Yao finished packing the last statue and said to the panicked residents: "The way of the weak does not belong to anyone. You have shared the spells and can form your own formations in the future."
"Ah? How do you form an array? Do you just stand in a circle like this?" the elder asked in surprise.
"As long as you work together and as long as one of you is willing to step forward, you can successfully form a formation. It's not difficult at all. Look at your arms."
Everyone rolled up their sleeves to take a look. Everyone had dark or light tree-shaped patterns on their arms. They were fading, but they were still clearly visible.
"With this mark, everyone can form a formation." Captain Yao walked up to the elder and said, "Take me to see Nascent Soul."
The elder looked very embarrassed, "He is the land god here. This is where the name Shenyou City comes from. He has never seen outsiders..."
"I will not eat him, nor will I take him away. There have been too many rumors about Nascent Soul recently. I want to know what's going on."
"Okay, please follow me." The elder turned around and led the way. After taking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "What rumors? We haven't heard of it yet."
"It is rumored that Kun Chao, the founder of Taoism, killed a large number of high-level Taoist priests. The souls of these Taoist priests are still alive and parasitic in the bodies of a group of babies born two years ago. Taoist priest Shi Hanyuan was the first to discover this. In order to claim credit from Kun Chaos, he killed "Many babies were born." Commander Yao sighed and threw away the memories in the valley, "After that, babies with red marks on their foreheads appeared all over the world, and they were called Nascent Souls."
"Same as you?"
"Our red seals are pure scars, but those babies have their own uniqueness. Rumor has it that one of them will be able to defeat Kun Chaos in the future and restore order to the entire world. I don't quite believe it. To be honest, the two of us are going all the way. I saw a few Nascent Souls when I came here, and they were a bit special, but not to the point of being unexpected.”
"Hehe, we are very ordinary..." The elder led the way, and a large number of residents followed behind, talking to each other about their experience in forming formations. Several young people were eager to try, thinking that they could be the leader of the formation.
In a dilapidated courtyard, the elder ordered two young men to open an underground door and go down first. The tunnel was quite deep and they changed to go straight after more than a hundred steps. There were oil lamps on the walls, and the roads were crisscrossed, making it very difficult for outsiders to see them. Easy to get lost.
"It's amazing that you can build such an underworld." Luo Xiaoliu'er praised.
"This is something left over from the Long Bin Society in the past. How can we have this ability?" the elder laughed, came to an iron door, took out a bunch of keys, opened the five locks, and then opened the door, "Our land god It’s inside, please come in.”
Captain Yao stepped in, but Luo Xiaoliuer stayed at the door, watching the elder and the two young men.
Inside is a huge iron hall, with the floor and walls all made of cast iron. In the middle stands a round iron platform, with a skinny two or three-year-old child sitting on it.
There are eight chains attached to the child's body, leading to the eight upper and lower corners of the iron hall. Each chain is hung with a large number of magical instruments and talismans.
Captain Yao's heart tightened. He had seen several Nascent Souls, but none of them had been treated like this.
Luo Xiaoliu'er staggered into the iron hall, and the door slammed shut behind him. The elder loudly shouted from outside: "I'm sorry, you two. Nascent Soul is the lifeblood of Shenyou City, and the news must not be leaked!"
The child on the stage slowly raised his head, the red mark on his forehead burning like fire, just like his gaze.
Luo Xiaoliu'er touched his right sleeve. Fortunately, he had been prepared.