Chapter 0995 Soil

Another Mu Xingqiu stood on a simple platform made of dirt. His appearance was almost the same, but his expression was quite different. This man was more passionate and enthusiastic. His eyes never glanced over them in general, but stared at each coming. The gaze, even though it was only a short glance, was enough to make the person who was seen feel excited, as if they were receiving special attention.

He stood there, just looking, without speaking. The platform was crowded with excited people. More and more people were coming from all over the valley. Some were running for fear of falling behind, while more people were slowing down. He kept asking who "General Mu" was.

The words "Liudu City" and "Giant Demon King" kept appearing. Many of the things Mu Xingqiu did after that were more thrilling and grander than the Battle of Duanliu City, and he indirectly saved more mortals. , but the legendary General Mu only existed in Duanliu City. After that, he was a strange man, a hero and an immortal who never saw the beginning or end of the dragon. His shadow appeared in every war, but no one dared to say that he was really have seen him with their own eyes.

"Who was the Mu Xingqiu who was killed by the Taoist Patriarch?" Many people were asking about this matter. They came from the Imperial Capital and clearly remembered the scene where the Patriarch made a public appearance and killed Mu Xingqiu a year ago.

"Mu Xingqiu is resurrected." "The ancestor killed the fake body."

Hundreds of young men and women flying in on logs caused a small stir, but it could not stop the crowd from gathering in the middle of the valley. Once they found their relatives, they also joined the team.

Several talisman masters put away the logs and observed vigilantly, refusing to enter the valley even half a step.

Shou Que held his breath, squeezed into the crowd, and went to the place where the sound was loud. And she had the most questions, "Are you sure that is really Mu Xingqiu? Where did it come from? When did he appear? Is he powerful?" Have you ever cast a spell? Why are you called a general?"

Almost all the questions can be answered, but only a few answers contain a little bit of fact. Most of them are incredible rumors. Some people swear that they saw General Mu descending from the sky on a beam of light, while another person said with the same insistence that General Mu fell from the sky. It came out of the underground and stopped a powerful earth attack.

Shou Que didn't care about the truth or the obvious contradiction. She listened to every rumor with great interest. It wasn't until the rumors started to repeat each other that she squeezed back to Fu Lin and said, "You seem to be a relatively honest person and know a lot of things. Tell me about General Mu’s origins.”

Fu Lin was a descendant of the royal family and had read some records with relatively reliable sources. Although they were not complete, they could roughly outline Mu Xingqiu's experience from learning Taoism at Pangshan to being imprisoned in the Devil's Cave. Which ones were seen by witnesses and which ones were Even the hearsay rumors were clearly introduced.

Fu Lin and nine soldiers drifted in the crowd. The despair in their hearts was deeper than the others. Therefore, they did not dare to have much hope for General Mu, and they had great doubts about the authenticity of this man. "This person is definitely a liar who deceives the world and takes advantage of everyone's fear and despair to make the last profit. I will do my best to expose him later."

Even if his death was within a few days, Fulin still believed that he had the responsibility to protect and guide the people.

Shou Que shook his head disdainfully, "Then you are really disappointing. Everyone is so happy and you insist on destroying it. What good will it do to 'expose' it?"

Fu Lin was speechless. According to Xingshan Grandmaster Zhao Chuye, mortals can live for at most three days. After the attack of metal, water, and wood, only some practitioners can persevere, and liars can only deceive for a short time. If It seems to be a good thing to make the survivors happy during these three days.

Fu Lin shook his head firmly. He also had his own insistence, "No, I can't allow liars to run rampant."

"The story you told is not as interesting as others. It has no beginning and no end. It's just 'maybe' and 'maybe', especially it has no ending. It's not good. I don't like it." Shou Xiu returned to the crowd, looking for someone to talk to. The most exaggerated people applaud and encourage it.

The real Mu Xingqiu was also walking among the crowd, listening to others talk about his deeds, feeling nothing in his heart.

He walked relatively quickly, found a seat near the platform, and looked up to see "General Mu" on the platform. General Mu happened to look over, and the two looked at each other for a short while. General Mu nodded and looked away. He had already noticed that this ugly middle-aged man flew over with the Fu Lu masters, so he did Show respect.

Mu Xingqiu did not return the favor. He had a feeling that he might have known this person before. Could it be that he had a twin brother?

The crowd has almost gathered. Four to five thousand people are standing on the undulating ground, with weeds under their feet, their legs are tired, their stomachs are empty, and their hearts are burning with a little hope.

"General Mu's life is really rich and exciting." Shou Que walked to Mu Xingqiu, his eyes flicked between the two Mu Xingqiu, and soon he focused on the General Mu on the stage, showing a silly expression. Smile.

General Mu also nodded to her.

He was wearing a simple cloth with his cuffs rolled up, like a farmer who had just finished his work, rather than a general or a practitioner, but his resolute look showed that he was anything but ordinary. Even Emperor Sun Fulin, who wanted to expose the lie, Not daring to make a mistake easily, he stood on a hill closest to the platform with nine soldiers and watched the situation quietly.

General Mu is not alone. He is surrounded by more than a dozen men dressed the same as him. They are more like pure farmers than him. Their expressions are equally determined, but with a little more vigilance. Most of them are young, and their bodies are filled with the energy gained from long-term physical training. The unique vitality is very conspicuous among a large group of old, weak, women and children.

The crowd gradually quieted down, and only the clear cry of the baby echoed over the valley.

General Mu still did not speak, but bent down, dug a large piece of soil from the ground with both hands, and raised it high above his head. The followers around the earth platform followed suit first, and then nodded to others, indicating that everyone should do the same.

The crowd was confused. At first, only a few people followed suit, and more people followed suit after a while.

The land in the valley was very solid, and most people could only scoop up a small handful of dust mixed with weeds, which could be blown away by a gust of wind. Shouque used magic to dig out a large piece of soil, distributed it to the people around him, and forced a portion into Mu Xingqiu's hands.

General Mu began to pray, his voice solemn and passionate. He said that all things were not created to be destroyed, and all things have their own way of survival and continuation. Death and destruction are not the same thing. Death is an inevitable destination and cannot be resisted, but destruction is a great evil that violates the way of heaven. The destroyed must resist. This is the instinct of all things and also power. The way of heaven will inevitably help all things win.

The mud in the hands of others, whether more or less, loose or tight, also grew taller and turned into mud statues of different sizes. Those who had no mud in their hands were startled at first, and then hurried to dig the mud. Fu Lin's nine soldiers also bent down at this time, and an old soldier gave him a small handful.

The five talisman masters outside the valley looked at each other, and no one moved, not even landing. They couldn't see the clues, but knew that this must be a spell.

The mud in Mu Xingqiu's hand was also changing. He saw it more clearly than anyone else. This was indeed a spell, and it was a wasteful and inefficient spell. The caster seemed too greedy and stuffed too many conflicting skills into this spell, so that the effect was greatly reduced.

But for ordinary people, this is a miracle, a greater miracle than the sky fire and the earthquake, because they all recognized the mud statues in their hands - the three-headed statues of the Ancient God Religion. The statues were very rough and had only a rough shape, but the impact they caused was immediate.

The crowd knelt down in groups. They had experienced too many deaths and had been seeking help everywhere. Only now did they finally get a little response. How could they not be extremely excited? Crying, begging, accusing, the suppressed emotions of the crowd poured out in an instant.

Fu Lin had thought of a series of questions, but the other party did not introduce himself at all, and directly gained the support of the crowd with a charlatan-like method. Nine soldiers had already knelt down. Under their pulling, Fu Lin had to kneel down as well, looking at the small statue in his hand, thinking that the liar had a purpose, and when this General Mu began to ask for it, it would not be too late to expose the truth.

Shouque was extremely devoted, kneeling on the ground holding the clay god, crying more miserably than anyone else, as if a child who had been lost for many days finally returned to his parents. In fact, it was because of the illusion she inadvertently emitted that greatly intensified the excitement of the people around her.

Mu Xingqiu did not cry, nor did he kneel down. He only cared about the magic skills, not the people's support, so he cast a spell to rise into the air and flew to the nearest hillside very quickly.

General Mu also knelt down, but he did not cry. He remained dignified and calm. His followers had obviously divided the work. They walked into the crowd and persuaded everyone to stand up. Shouque was held up by two people. The two people were very impressed with her reaction. They bowed deeply before leaving. Shouque held the statue in both hands and continued to sob.

General Mu on the stage was the last to stand up. His eyes slowly swept over, lingering on Shouque for a while, without even looking at the flyer.

The Ancient God Cult has experienced many ups and downs among mortals, and the effect of this return is the most significant.

"Since there is no way out, turn around and face your enemies. Don't think you are weak and can be bullied, don't pity yourself, if you are really useless, that person would not spend so much effort to destroy you." General Mu raised the statue in his hand with one hand, "Believe in your own strength. The ancient god protects all living beings, but it only saves those who extend their hands."

So everyone raised the statue in their hands, and even the baby stopped crying.

A talisman master flew around Mu Xingqiu and whispered, "Mu Feidian, come back with us. These are a bunch of fools. The real way to salvation is in Zhuozhou City."

"Please tell Master Zhao that I will go back in three days. I want to see how these people deal with the next gold, water, and wood attacks."

Mu Xingqiu secretly felt a familiar passion in his heart. He wanted to know where this passion would lead him.