There were strange spells surging in the air, neither enemies nor friends, neither real nor illusion. The slowest mortals could reach out to touch a gust of gentle wind. The Taoist priest with the highest realm saw only a few floating dark lights with his eyes. With these spells, the sound of chanting scriptures seemed to have a pair of wings, spreading faster and farther.

Shi Hanyuan was deeply surprised. The other Taoist priests were casting spells seriously and did not dare to be distracted. Only he is the master of the guardian array and can temporarily escape from the magic array during the safety period.

He picked a shadowless mirror from the many magic weapons around him, rose into the air, and felt the unknown strange magic in the air more directly. After a while, he turned to the talisman mountain dozens of miles away, flew out not far away and changed his mind, turning around and entering the valley.

Talismans are just one of the many sources of strange magic, and the most powerful help seems to be among the mortals in the valley.

Most mortals are still in a panic state, not afraid of a specific threat, but do not know what the threat is and when it will come. Strange spells, the chanting of Taoists, and the flames flashing in the sky all indicate that the disaster is approaching step by step, but mortals are in the dark, and there is no other way except to rely on the protection of the strong.

There are only a few exceptions. They are attracted by another miracle and cannot tell whether this is a blessing or a disaster or a joy or a sorrow.

The shadowless mirror in Shi Hanyuan's hand reflected a large number of spell traces, with light and shadow crisscrossing, and seemed to be even more powerful than the magic circle composed of nearly a hundred Taoist priests.

No mortal saw the Taoist priest flying in the air, Shi Hanyuan circled the valley and stopped in the air, looking both confused and excited.

There were seven babies in the valley, and they spread the talismans, formations and chanting scriptures widely, far beyond his initial expectations.

"Zuo Liuying is right." Shi Hanyuan said to himself, soon. He put away the bronze mirror, and the confusion and excitement on his face disappeared, and instead he was alert, "It turned out that they were the 'big fish' that Kun Dun was looking for."

The powerful pressure of the attack of Taoist fire awakened some of the babies' abilities in advance, and left a clear mark on them, not only the fire circle on their foreheads, but also the attitude of mortals. The strange babies are attracting more and more attention, and the crowd gathers to them, competing to take a look. Some people have knelt down and worshipped, and the baby's mother is even more surprised. She holds the child in her arms, as if she has obtained a huge wealth that should not belong to her.

Only Taoist children like Zuo Liuying will start practicing in their wombs. Mortal babies should have grown up normally. When the time is right, Taoist priests will secretly teach breathing and breathing. They will not officially become Taoist priests until they are in their teens. After this night, their destiny will be unique.

This is a more obvious mark than the fire ring on the forehead.

Shi Hanyuan used his great powers in the air. The fire circle spread on everyone's foreheads like an infectious disease, not only babies, but also adults. These fire circles have no magic power, but mortals cannot tell them. They were only shocked. The worship of babies disappeared as soon as they arose. Everyone raised their hands to touch their hot foreheads, and looked at the people around them.

But this is not enough. Shi Hanyuan's spells can hide from mortals and most Taoist priests, but for Kun Dun, the difference between true and false marks is clear at a glance.

Where exactly is Kun Dun hiding? What will he do to these babies next? Shi Hanyuan knows nothing, he only understands one thing. If he doesn't interfere, the future of the seven Daogen babies in the valley will be worrying.

On the hillside, Taoist priests were still casting spells in the formation, and the attack of Taoist fire became weaker and weaker. They could persist without the protection of the Yuemang Taoist priest. The peak dozens of miles away. Mu Xingqiu and others silently looked around. Shi Hanyuan couldn't find someone who could trust and rely on.

"I am not Zuo Liuying." He said to himself. He is not Zuo Liuying, and he can't see that far from the future. He has just become a high Taoist priest for not long. He is not used to it and is not good at setting up grand chess games, and he will not use others as chess pieces. He has to be unwilling, but he really cannot. "I am a chess piece."

Shi Hanyuan was not dissatisfied with his role. What he sighed was that this character was so unbearable, and there was something more difficult to face than death in this world. What made him feel most sad was that no matter how hard he tried, he might not be able to escape from Kun Dun's palm in the end. In that case, he would never have the chance to clear his crimes.

Sighs and sorrows will not affect the decision of Taoist priest Conquering Yuemang. Shi Hanyuan casts a spell for the second time and reveals his true body to the mortals in the valley.

The mortals panicked in the darkness raised their heads and saw a murderous Taoist priest holding a sword in one hand and a bell in the other, and their whole body emitted a flame-like light.

"Mortal! Useless mortal!" said the Taoist priest loudly in a majestic and terrifying voice, "It was you who bound the Taoist priest's hands and feet, why weren't you who died?"

Some people recognized him as the leader of the Taoist priests, and not long ago, he was the protector of all humans in the valley. Suddenly, he looked like a fierce and vicious person. The crowd looked at him in surprise, without screaming or running away, like a group of docile sheep.

Shi Hanyuan waved his sword and swayed the bell, and balls of fireballs shot out from the sword, growing in the wind, and rushing mercilessly towards the humans on the ground.

The screams finally rang out, and the camp was in chaos. People ran and trampled, and the fear that had been suppressed for a long time was finally released. Even the ninth level of thought-mind illusion could not be suppressed.

The fireball fell to the ground and took root, igniting a raging fire. Not long after, it became a sea of ​​fire. The crazy laughter of Taoist priests in the moonlight continued to stop, making the fire even more fierce.

The Taoist priest who was setting up a formation and casting spells on the hillside was finally alarmed and woke up one after another from his half-thinking state. He was shocked to find that Shi Hanyuan, who was responsible for protecting the formation, had disappeared, and the valley that should have been protected was filled with red flames.

"Fellow Daoist Shi... is possessed again!" A Taoist priest said the only possible conclusion.

Shi Hanyuan once killed countless Taoist priests and monks in Yelin Town. He finally gained the trust of a group of Taoist priests, but lost control of himself.

The flames spread to the hillside, feeding on the soil, and its momentum did not diminish at all.

The attack of Taoist fire became weaker and weaker. Except for the seven chanters, other Taoists flew into the air with magic weapons to cast spells to put out the fire and help the humans surrounded by flames escape. But what they got was not gratitude, but the fear that only when facing the demons. As soon as the rescued person arrived at the safe area, he immediately rolled and crawled away, shouting "Give up your life" and even cursed with a stubborn temper.

The crimes committed by Shi Hanyuan were subject to the consequences of a group of Taoist priests who truly protected the mortals. The last bit of belief in maintaining the Taoist priests was also broken, but they still insisted on extinguishing the fire and saving people until there was no more Mars in the valley.

The attack of Dao Fire was over, much shorter than expected. Everyone escaped, but they were not happy at all. Thousands of burnt corpses were left in the valley, which were counted on Shi Hanyuan's head no matter what.

"The Taoist priest Shen Jixian said loudly, "We have to be angry, all we have to do is to maintain is a ghost. Now even this ghost has disappeared. Zhao Chuye may be right. The building is about to collapse, it depends on who can run faster and hide better. Goodbye, everyone, go their separate ways. From now on, don't call yourself a Taoist priest again. We are no different from ordinary casual cultivators."

"Those babies Shi Hanyuan said..." Some people still remember this.

Shen Jixian said coldly and turned around and flew away. Most Taoist priests made the same choice as him, but the direction of progress was different. There were still more than a dozen Taoist priests left, flying out of the valley to chase the fleeing mortals, hoping to find those unique babies.

The person who casts the talismans was forgotten. The Taoists did not look forward to this plan in advance, and did not feel that the talisman was due to defeating the attack of Taoist fire. Mortals were even more miserable, and they did not know that the disaster was over. Instead, they were even more panicked than before the arrival of Taoist fire. At that time, they had reliance and hope, but now they only had two legs to run around aimlessly.

A very small number of mortals, to be precise, were thirty-three, who did not follow the masses to escape. They stood at the entrance of the valley and looked around.

"Where is General Mu? Does he know what is going on here?" asked a soldier of Huang Fujun.

"Will the Taoist priest... Will he take General Mu..." Old Man Luo's family of three held the statue tightly in their hands, praying for General Mu's safety.

A follower pointed to the distance, and 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 fire circle in the sky must be his magic. He could defeat the Taoist priest named Zhao Chuye. Of course, he was not afraid of the Taoist priests now."

"Are we waiting here or looking for him?" a refugee asked nervously. The fire in the valley was extinguished, but the burnt smell was still strong, and it was disturbing to smell.

"General Mu will not come back. Without magic help, we can't climb that mountain." Follower Yao Que'er remembered what General Mu said, but at that time, he didn't understand why, but now he recalled it, but he had a deep meaning, "We have to go our own way."

"Own road? What road?" The others looked at Yao Que'er blankly, with a hint of horror in their expression.

"Remember? We once tried hard to be the leader of the formation, and many of us succeeded."

"That's to save Miss Shoque."

"Everyone has worked so hard to save her, so what about saving the people of the world in order to save herself and save the people of the world?" Yao Que'er's eyes glowed, and her voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Mortals can inherit the ways of the weak by themselves. Follow me and walk our own way."

Yao Que'er took big steps into the broken world in the night. This was not a escape, but a fight. The others were stunned for a while and followed one after another. They did not fully trust the mortal who stood up, but compared with the others, they were not so confused.

On the mountain peak dozens of miles away, Mu Xingqiu and Zhao Chuye both collapsed on the ground. One of them wrote talismans and the other was written, which consumed a lot of physical strength and blood. Fu Lin was also sweating profusely. He was responsible for protecting the Dharma. Even if he sacrificed dozens of paper talismans, he was so tired that he could only sit in the air, Shuque, who was floating in the air, was not tired at all.

"I want your sucking technique, you promised to give it to me." Zhao Chuye gritted his teeth. It was for this reason that he was willing to help.

Mu Xingqiu pointed at his head, "It's here, you can use it."

Zhao Chuye was gasping for breath. Mu Xingqiu was a person who had lost his memory, but he used the technique of absorbing many times, so there must be related memories in his mind. Master Xingshan smiled. The technique of absorbing is promising. Even if he could not fight against Kun Dun, it was enough to use it as a guarantee.

Suddenly, the wind blew up on the flat ground, and the mountain that had suffered hardships fell down again. Zhao Chuye couldn't help but fly up and was led to the distance by the strong wind.

"You are cheating!" Zhao Chuye's angry scream came from afar.

Mu Xingqiu and Fu Lin both looked at Shouque.

"Not me." Shouque said, looking up, looking for the source of the spell.

Two things fell from the sky, a small tower and a small leather bag, which were the ancestor tower and Qiankun bag that originally belonged to Zhao Chuye.

"This is not the real ancestor tower, it's just a clone." Shi Hanyuan's voice came from the air, "If you want to find Kun Dun, this may be a clue."

"Others are hiding from Kun Dun, why should we look for him?" Shouque was puzzled.

Mu Xingqiu felt a move in his heart and vaguely saw the direction of memory.
Chapter completed!