The people in the valley formed dozens of concentric circles, and the time was rushed, and the shapes arranged in the end were not particularly regular, and the distances between them were uneven.↑, As the night fell, everyone was frightened, especially those standing in the outer circle, who were even more afraid, holding the clay statue in their hands, closing their eyes, and praying silently.

They are not warriors, and many people have never touched swords in their lives, let alone fought against powerful spells. They stood there, only to look forward to miracles, and only to believe in General Mu in the middle.

Jincuo stood on the earth platform, bent over and scooped the soil, raised it over his head, turned it into an ancient statue of god, and then placed it around him. The statues of gods of all sizes were also surrounded, each with different characteristics, and their common characteristics were that they were all rough.

After the last ray of sunshine disappeared in the mountains, Jincu took off his shirt and evenly applied the soil in his hand from head to waist. He began to preach, inspiring everyone to stay in place and not move.

He said: "The strong move upward, the higher the climb, the higher the weak move, the more they stand firmer." He said: "The upward moves to the end and will fall and be borne by the ones under the lower." He said: "The power of the weak is connected to the earth, and the most powerful force in the world can only change the surface of the earth. The earth will last forever, and the weak will not die."

He said a lot, and his voice echoed in the valley. Everyone didn't understand it very much, but it didn't matter. The surviving humans finally rely on all their support. No matter how fragile this support seems, it is better than being at a loss and waiting to die on the spot. Every time General Mu finished speaking, everyone would raise the statue of the god in his hands and shout.

Even Fu Lin, who had made up his mind to expose the truth at the beginning, volunteered to join 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 god statue in his hand. In his heart, he imagined that this was a battle between the army. 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, looked at him in admiration, and repeated every word he had said.

Mu Xingqiu was still sitting on the hillside, the only audience in this battle. He still couldn't feel the particularly powerful spell. The only function of the mortal formation seemed to be to establish an invisible passage between everyone, and finally lead to General Mu.

Shouque assumes important responsibilities in the formation. General Mu is the end of the passage and she is the maintainer of the passage. Ensure its stability and smoothness, without her, the entire formation will be very fragile.

There are more than 5,000 people in the valley. It is indeed a great force to gather together, but it is still too weak to deal with the disaster of the Five Elements.

Mu Xingqiu once wanted to help these mortals, but soon gave up this plan and stood in the most objective position. These mortals are not worth saving. Most of them are old, young, women and children, and many people have to stand with crutches. Some women hold children in one hand and hold statues in the other. Children of a few years old have to occupy a single position, in a panic, and look at their parents constantly, and it seems that they will run over at any time.

This is such a fragile group. Even if you escape the next few disasters, you will likely be swallowed up by the following troubled times.

The way of the weak promoted by General Mu has no actual magic support. It may only allow believers to gain some peace before they die.

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

But instead of leaving like Zhao Chuye, he left to watch a doomed resistance. Not only that, he also wanted to find the shadow of "fire" here.

The heart of the Taoist priest is as calm as the lake water surrounded by mountains and as cold as the lake water. The closer Mu Xingqiu is to the heart of the Taoist priest, the more he feels the chill in it. It is precisely in these fragile, selfish and cowardly mortals, there seems to be fire burning. These fires are very weak and will be extinguished at any time in the strong wind, but there is still a little warmth.

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

The prefabricating spells that spread around began to change, and Mu Xingqiu knew that the golden attack was coming tonight.

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 roar came from outside the valley, as if a storm was approaching quickly.

General Mu stopped preaching, held the statue of God in his right hand to protect him in his heart, stretched out his left hand straight, and turned his feet slowly, and stopped moving when the palm of his left hand faced northwest.

It happens to be the entrance to the valley.

Everyone imitated and faced northwest in the same posture.

Mu Xingqiu stood up. Even if he could not compete with the Five Elements Calamity for too long, he had to fly to the sky to hide if necessary.

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

Many mortals screamed, but fear still gained the upper hand. As long as one person took the lead, most people would run away in panic and disrupt the entire formation.

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

"I am the earth," he said, a small circle of gods around him glowing at the same time.

"My blood is for the Sichuan." He said, the statue in the innermost circle of people's hands shines.

"My head is a mountain, my arms are a peak, my feet are a stone, and my heart is the way for the weak." Every time General Mu said, a circle of statues in the hands of mortals shone at the same time. The light was very dim and could only illuminate about one foot. However, in such a dark night when the wind was blowing and the hand was unable to see the five fingers, it illuminated everyone's heart.

The screams stopped, and even the babies no longer cried. They leaned in their mother's arms and fell asleep. The old man with crutches tried his best to stand up straight, and the women did not feel weak, at least they could raise the statue of the god in their hands.

General Mu repeated the sentence "I am doing" as if this was a spell to resist the five elements disaster. More and more people followed him to recite these simple sentences, and the sounds merged together, which was quite imposing and could compete with the whistling sound that was getting closer and closer.

Mu Xingqiu still couldn't detect any powerful skills in the valley. If this was the way for the weak, it would be weak enough.

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

Fu Lin's location was closest to the entrance, his heart rose to his throat, and finally came. He thought that he would die like many descendants of Fu. The dynasty established by mortals was so vulnerable in front of magic. He only wondered one thing, it was obviously a golden attack, why was the wind coming in?

Soon he realized that it was a solemn 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 wrapped in a large number of steel particles, as sharp as a knife.

Fu Lin closed his eyes. At this last moment, he believed in the ancient god, General Mu of unknown origin, and shouted loudly, "I am the earth, my blood is the river..."

The wind was too strong, and he couldn't hear other people's voices, but just shouted at his own pace.

After a while, he opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was not dead. The strong wind was still raging, causing him to sway left and right. However, all the steel particles in the wind passed by, and the light emitted by the statue in his hand became dimmer and dimmed, but it did not go out. His feet fell deeper and deeper into the ground.

"My heart is the way for the weak!" The divine light weakened. Fu Lin's hope and belief in his heart swelled up greatly, and he shouted the sentence "I am" over and over again at the top of his voice. His excitement at this moment was completely different from the rescue last night, because he was not only the rescuer, but also the rescuer. He did not understand how all this happened, but he was sure that he was one of them.

The valley is still pitch black. Thousands of light spots are like fireflies. Except for not being able to see anyone around them, everyone holds their own statues and sticks to their position and beliefs.

Only Mu Xingqiu on the hillside saw the panoramic view. His eyes penetrated the dark night and the strong wind, saw intoxicated faces, and saw countless pieces of steel close to the body of the mortal, moving along the passage formed by the formation. A few fell to the ground, most of them still gathered in the middle.

The power of the Five Elements Tribulation was reduced a little, and it was led all the way to General Mu. A small circle of god statues around him was attacked first, and they turned back into dust like weathered stones. However, the speed was much faster and they were all divided into soil in less than half a quarter of an hour. The attack of gold was in full swing, and there was no sign of stopping.

The steel crumbs began to impact the body of General Mu, the only target.

The way for the weak is to bear it. General Mu suffered a golden attack for everyone in the valley. His hair was cut into pieces, and countless scars were cut out of his skin. Blood oozed out drippingly, and soon his whole body turned red.

He remained motionless, just like when he was meditating in the forest, and let his body be tortured heavily, he remained motionless, still holding up the statue of God and shouting for me.

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

Tianmu could not see the ground, but his keen feeling was still there. Jin Gong absorbed power from the omnipresent prefabricated spells and randomly formed a large steel storm, like giant pythons running around the ground, and it was difficult to live anywhere he passed.

No one can predict the path of these storms in advance. The lucky ones escaped the disaster, and the unfortunate ones are the first to be affected.

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

But he still didn't move.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't explain what his feelings were in his heart. He was neither sympathy nor praise, nor did he feel excited or respectful of these mortals. He just couldn't bear it anymore.

The steel storm that attacked the valley had more than ten miles of tail left, but the last gust of wind was the most powerful.

Mu Xing flew to the end of the storm in a high altitude, 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.

Only this one was testing his limit. He had absorbed some of the power of talismans before. Zhao Chuye's moon-sparking magic spell made him fly seven times in a row, and the magic power contained in this storm was a hundred times that of Zhao Chuye.

There are many things that seem impossible in this world, but some of them have come true because there are always people who dare to try it.

Mu Xingqiu finally regained a familiar feeling, and facing an impossible challenge made his heart beat faster and he became farther and farther away from the calm Taoist heart.

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