Chapter 0836 The Light of the Statue

The heavy dark clouds fell down rapidly - the sky collapsed, no one could withstand it, the dark clouds fell on all humans and monsters, regardless of life or death, it did not harm any living creatures, the warriors who were fighting did not even notice the falling objects, they just felt a new force injected into their bodies, the fatigue was swept away, the stiff arms could be swung again, and the legs and feet that felt like they were filled with lead became flexible again.

The most important change is that they can't feel pain and fear, and are full of desire for killing. Soldiers are more susceptible to the physical sacrifice than the people in the rear. They are so bloodthirsty that they don't even distinguish between enemies and friends. They wave their weapons randomly. If they really have no target, they will just chop and stab the nearest corpse one after another...

The physical sacrifice of the self-sacrificing king is more fierce than the half-demon. It can also find humans and monsters with Tao roots and transform them into demons. But this time they will not be sent to Wangshan and will never be resurrected. Sooner or later, the remaining souls will still be drowned by the dark tide, which is more painful than the normal death of 49 days of recalling their lives.

Mu Xingqiu's true and illusory body was almost shaken out of the statue, and the desire to fight also hit him, but he resisted, and found the existence of the demons in a crazy mood. They were either dead in the flesh or fighting, but without exception, they kept a trace of calmness, which was very conspicuous on the entire battlefield and easy to find with mind illusion.

There were as many as three or four hundred demons, scattered on the vast battlefield. Some of them, like Shen Xiuming, had the honor of entering the Dao Sect, but they did not condense their inner elixir and gradually returned to the mortal world. Some of them never knew that they had inner elixir and were not discovered by the Dao Sect. When they reached adulthood, their Dao roots gradually disappeared and they had no chance to practice.

The demons were not picky at all. All Dao roots were their prey. What they needed was not humans or monsters with Dao roots, nor their understanding and will, but a bunch of living magic tools.

Mu Xingqiu sped up. He could only tell where the demons were, but not their identities. He could only check them one by one, hoping to find Shen Xiuming as soon as possible.

He couldn't let his good friend become a living magic tool of the demons.

Mu Xingqiu regretted his carelessness. He thought that the Shengfu Dynasty could hold on for a while, so he did not reveal his true identity to Shen Xiuming in Talang City, nor did he remind him to pay attention to safety. In the vast sea of ​​people, the more ordinary, the safer. Mr. Ma, who knew Shen Xiuming, was dead, and no half-demon would look for him specifically.

But Mu Xingqiu did not expect that it was not Shen Xiuming who overturned, but the "vast sea of ​​people" of the Holy Symbol Dynasty. In a sense, it was he who personally sent Shen Xiuming back to the crumbling building.

Guilt made him anxious. At this moment, Shen Xiuming was more important than the entire Fuhai City.

Mu Xingqiu saw the giant of the Fish Dragon Formation and the King of Sacrifice at the edge of the battlefield, but he had no flaws to help. He could only try his best to speed up and shuttle among the statues or Niwan Palace of hundreds of demons.

The Niwan Palace of ordinary humans and demons was in chaos and did not become a room at all. Mu Xingqiu could only stay inside for a while.

The light blue light came and went on the battlefield. It was not noticed at first. When the dark clouds in the sky fell for the second time, Queen Xun ordered the sacrificial talisman and the statues on the chests of humans to glow, and the blue light that contrasted with the white light finally became the focus.

The light of the statue was like a cool breeze, which gave the humans wearing the statue a chill. The madness receded and the killing intent withered. They still resisted the attack of the demon soldiers, but they no longer killed each other.

The statue marked a group of people. They gradually gathered together, helped each other, and protected each other. They became like an army again. The node of the battle was reversed, and the chaos developed in an orderly direction.

The humans who lost the statue and the demons who had no statue or had the statue but did not shine were still in a crazy state, fighting like hungry beasts, and even acquainted comrades were not spared.

In contrast, the cohesion of the luminous statue was stronger.

The clouds fell to the ground again, raising a thick smoke. This time, quite a few humans resisted the influence of the flesh sacrifice and condensed into hundreds of isolated islands of different sizes in the chaotic battlefield.

The smoky battlefield was illuminated by the light of the statue, and the light blue light of the true and phantom body was more conspicuous.

Although Mu Xingqiu was anxious to find the whereabouts of Shen Xiuming, he still admired Xin Youtao in his heart. He learned the general situation from Queen Xun's memory. It was Xin Youtao's idea to make the statue glow. The method was very simple. Before the war, a large number of talismans were used to cast a simple spell on the statues in the city. After being stimulated, the statues would glow.

The spell was very simple and had no lethality or protective effect, but for a group of humans who believed in the ancient gods and placed all their hopes on them, this light was a miracle shown by the gods.

The Flesh Sacrifice was based on the magic of the demon clan. After Xin Youtao learned about the situation of the Tallang Kingdom in detail, he knew that no one on his side could block this powerful spell, and he could only rely on the power of everyone to resist it together.

This was an adventure. Xin Youtao hoped to use faith to gather the will of many humans together to resist the spell influence of the Flesh Sacrifice.

Back in Duanliu City, he had heard Mu Xingqiu say that when the emotions of the crowd gathered together and reached a certain level, the mind illusion was powerless and could only follow the emotions to make it more intense.

He speculated that the demon illusion had the same characteristics.

Mu Xingqiu admired Xin Youtao. If he were in his place, he might not dare to do this. The biggest risk was not whether the physical sacrifice had similarities with the mind illusion, but whether the soldiers could be inspired by the light of the statue in a very short time and gather into a group. The more humans with the same emotions, the stronger the resistance. If they were always scattered, it would not have much effect.

Xin Youtao's adventure was successful. He made sufficient preparations before the war. Most soldiers had a hope in their hearts: at some point, the ancient gods would help them, and the gods of war would help them defeat the monsters.

The moment of life and death, strong expectations, and the light emitted at the same time, the cohesion took shape. As more and more soldiers gathered together, the emotional power became stronger and stronger.

The dark clouds in the sky hit the ground again. In the thick smoke, the white light was still faintly visible. The soldiers of the Huangfu Army used this as a guide to approach each other.

"Look at that blue light..."

"Look at that blue light!"

More and more eyes noticed the fast-moving blue light. It was very special. The light of the statue would fluctuate with the thickness of the smoke, but this blue light was always so clear, as if it was imprinted on the eyeballs, unaffected by any external influence. Even when the dark clouds fell to the ground, it was like a brief moment of darkness, and the white light of the statue was only a faint ball, the light blue light was still eye-catching, and could be seen by eyes dozens of miles away.

The humans and demons without the statue also began to calm down. They were fighting and it was impossible for them to become friends, but the two sides fought in the normal way, with attack, defense, and retreat. The will to save life overwhelmed the desire to kill.

At this moment, the King of Sacrifice found that the effect of the Great Sacrifice of the Flesh Body had suddenly decreased, and he saw the light blue light. He was furious, and exerted force on his hands. The sword pressed the giant's knees to bend. He failed to solve the enemy in front of him with one move, but he had to prioritize. So he held the sword in one hand and continued to put pressure on the giant. The other arm stretched out, pointed the thumb at the blue light, and followed it to move.

"You have quite a few tricks." The King of Sacrifice did not notice that Xin Youtao had already entered his demon body.

The sky above the battlefield suddenly changed. A large number of spells and sorcery that were wandering around uncontrollably suddenly found their target and rushed to chase and intercept the light blue light.

This was a battle of speed. Everything was incredibly fast. The afterimages of the blue light and spells were still in his eyes, but the pursuit had already turned to his back.

In comparison, the battle on the ground was as clumsy as a newborn animal playing. The harder it was to catch the blue light, the more attention it attracted. Humans and demons still held weapons in their hands, and kept a relatively safe distance from each other, but rarely launched attacks, and their eyes were all chasing the blue light.

The flesh sacrifice was still going on, and the process of dark clouds falling to the ground and thick smoke rising was repeated, but the impact was minimal.

Mu Xingqiu was still looking for Shen Xiuming. He had found at least a hundred demons, most of whose bodies had died, and their souls were lost in the darkness. It would not be long before they heard a mysterious voice, provoking their anger and pride, and thus voluntarily accepting the reshaping of the demons.

For these dead, the only thing Mu Xingqiu could do was to cast a spell to completely sever the connection between the body and soul, so that the soul would enter the normal process of extinction.

His greatest fear was that he had to cast the same spell on Shen Xiuming.

At the edge of the battlefield, the demon body of the self-sacrificing king swelled again, and his head touched the low-hanging dark clouds. His whole body stood up to the sky, and dozens of red lights in his body became more and more intense, gradually connecting into one, like a skeleton. Those were more than 70 divine pills that he had sent people to take from Zhaoshan. It was with them that King Sheshen could preside over a large-scale demon formation in the imperial capital and absorb the power of more than 500,000 humans through the physical sacrifice.

In a very short period of time, King Sheshen had the strength equivalent to the realm of infusion. He was no longer afraid of half-demons. The Taoists retired and the demons were recuperating. He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could be his opponent.

In his eyes, the light blue light just ran faster. As long as it was solved, the physical sacrifice could proceed normally.

Tens of thousands of spells were manipulated by King Sheshen, and finally the blue light was trapped in a small range. It had no way to escape and had to take the challenge.

"The ancient god is a scam, I am the god!" King Sheshen roared, and the spells that were enough to kill hundreds of thousands of humans and demons rushed towards the blue light together.

Mu Xingqiu stopped, not because he was surrounded, but because he finally found Shen Xiuming. At the same time, his eyes penetrated the smoke and saw Xin Youtao who was struggling to move forward in the huge demon body.

Xin Youtao took off his talisman master's robe, and hung all kinds of magic tools all over his body, trying to move towards the heart of the demon body.

He did not have a pure Taoist inner elixir, nor did he have a peaceful mind to perform the art of breaking elixir. He wanted to use another way to detonate the powerful enemy and himself.