Mu Xingqiu held his son and landed on the grass outside the South China Sea forest. In a small pothole, he saw several burnt wild grasses. They were obviously burned to ashes, but the grasses remained in their original state. When the breeze blew, they also swayed, and tiny red dots flashed close to the ground.

There was obviously a battle here, and it was so short that neither side's spells were seriously out of control, and they could still last for a while on several grasses.

In addition, there was no sign of fighting nearby, and the forest was extremely quiet, as if there was no wind.

Mu Xingqiu looked at Mu Dong'er in his arms. It seemed like a wrong decision to enter a forest full of dangers with his seriously injured son. But Mu Xingqiu had nowhere to entrust him, and the three masters would sooner or later find their goals. In this way, it would be meaningless no matter how they hide.

Mu Dong'er still slept sweetly. Under the protection of his soul, his soul was temporarily worry-free, but his physical condition did not improve much. Although he survived the death period of midnight, he was still cold and hot, and there would be a reversal every once in a while, making Mu Xingqiu, who was holding him, even more painful.

It's going to dawn.

Mu Xingqiu stepped into the South China Sea Forest and used his super-sensory power to find traces of the spell. After entering the forest for nearly half a mile, he found it. It was a very faint spell, like the fragrance of vegetable flowing out of the crack of the window, which was fleeting. Only the most sensitive nose could smell and identify the direction.

The South China Sea Forest is a dense forest, but there are no thorns and weeds to block the road. The trees are very clean, with only a thick layer of dead leaves accumulated over the years, which is as soft as a carpet when you step on your feet.

The ethereal magic in the air sometimes did not exist. Mu Xingqiu had already determined his direction and walked forward with great strides, getting faster and faster. He walked seven or eight miles and came to a tree hall.

The tree hall is round, with a diameter of more than a hundred steps. The surrounding trees form walls. They are all tall. The branches and leaves are particularly lush and are connected in the air to form a roof.

In the middle is a furnace seven or eight feet high. The fire inside is very weak and is almost extinguished. A square bluestone slab is suspended three feet above the furnace. A stream of clear smoke rises from each of the four corners of the slabs, which condenses into the shape of a tripod at a height of four or five feet.

An extremely powerful spell was being used here, but Mu Xingqiu could only feel intermittent clues.

There was no one in the tree hall, and it was all thanks to the furnace to provide a little light.

Mu Xingqiu knew that the danger was nearby. So he stopped and wrote a talisman on his forehead with his right hand. The sky eyes were strengthened, and he could see more clearly that the fire in the furnace was not weak at all, filled the furnace, pure and flawless, and appeared a faint red, neither shaking nor shaking, like a frozen cold fire.

The four green smoke cauldrons on the stone slabs are not unchanged. Instead, they disappear outward regularly and condense, but they are extremely fast and cannot be seen clearly before strengthening the Tianmu.

A sound of ** came from nearby. Mu Xingqiu turned around and looked. Just a dozen steps away, a child was sitting in a tree hole about ten feet above the ground. The entrance of the hole was very small, only one of his small face was exposed, his face was flushed, and he was full of pain.

Mu Xingqiu looked around. There were not only one child in the tree hole, but thirty-three, surrounded by a circle of the tree hall, and several trees were separated from each other.

A young Taoist priest walked past Mu Xingqiu, silently looking at him without squinting, as if he was an invisible ghost.

The Taoist priest walked straight to the furnace, rolled his sleeves above his elbows, took a deep breath, swung his arms, and slapped the furnace one after another. The copper furnace looked ordinary and still cold, but it was actually extremely hot. As soon as his palm touched it, a trace of heat came out. The Taoist priest was trembling all over, obviously enduring great pain, but he did not stop slapping. Instead, the palm stayed on the furnace for a longer time.

The Taoist priest walked around while slapping, and after a circle, his arms exposed outside were red, as if they had been burned. He let out a long sigh, turned around, and showed a happy smile that had survived the disaster, walked towards Mu Xingqiu, without any more hiding his eyes, and even spoke.

"The Taoist fire will not be extinguished, because with Taoist priests as firewood, death will burn out, and then new firewood will be added, but some firewood will not burn out, they will always remain in burning state and become the guardians of Taoist fire. Look, I have passed the test, I will..." The Taoist priest stopped talking and looked down at his arms. They were no longer pure red, with a few more pieces of green, like charcoal that was about to be extinguished.

"I passed the test, I clearly passed!" The Taoist priest stopped, his voice full of anger and fear. Suddenly, the Taoist robe on his body burned. He did not raise his hand to put out the fire, nor did he fall to the ground and roll. He stared at Mu Xingqiu blankly and said the last sentence: "Save me..."

The flames instantly swallowed the Taoist priest. After a moment, he melted like iron and flowed to the ground. He was soon absorbed by the thick dead leaves, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help him. As early as when the Taoist priest slapped his first palm, he felt the powerful strength of the furnace and knew that the Taoist priest would definitely not be able to bear it.

That is, Wandi Mountain's furnace is not extinguished, and the stone slabs on it are Hongshan's instant platform, which Mu Xingqiu can guess.

The second Taoist priest walked out from the opposite side, walked to the stove without slapping it, looked for a while, and turned his gaze to Mu Xingqiu, who was dozens of steps away, "We need a better Taoist priest who holds the stove."

The visitor was Grandmaster Pang Shan, Yang Yannian, who held the demon-suppressing bell on his right hand.

"Where are people?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"You have lost your memory. To you, they are just two women you have known for a while. Do you still care?"

Mu Xingqiu held Mu Dong'er in his left hand, summoned the Patriarch's Tower with his right hand, and held it tightly.

Yang Yannian showed a sneer, "I will never talk much when I can fight. You are still Mu Xingqiu from the past. Losing your memory has not changed everything. No wonder you still care about them."

"Amnesia has not changed everything, but the Taoist priest who still has memory has completely changed."

"You don't remember what the Taoist priests were like in the past."

"I will hear others say that there are many legends about Taoist priests. You have strong magic power, killing demons and eliminating demons, and taking it as your mission to protect humans. Many people believe that the ancient god must be a Taoist priest. If the legend is true, the changes of Taoist priests are really too great. If the legend is false, you have been hiding for many years."

Yang Yannian showed a real smile, "The world has changed, and Taoist priests cannot remain unchanged. It's like you swear that you only love one person in this life, but if this person dies, will the vow still work? Human beings still exist, but it is no different from death. Destruction is just a matter of time. Taoist priests see farther, so they make changes in advance. In the eyes of surviving mortals, this may be cruel, but the 'future' will understand all this."

"The future? Whose future? Without mortals, Taoist priests will become extinct."

"Look, this is the biggest change in the world. What if the Taoist priest has an immortal body? The Taoist fire will not be extinguished, but it does not need a new source. The further a person sees, the stranger the behavior. When he sees farther away, and even sees the end and a new beginning, what do you think he will do?"

Mu Xingqiu didn't speak.

"The longer he stares at the future, the more he hopes to make the future happen earlier, because that future is better. This is what the ancestor is doing. He is not understood by sentient beings, and there is no need to be understood because sentient beings are not in the future."

Yang Yannian paused for a moment, "Open your eyes a little and look at the future. It's not a long-lasting future. It doesn't take even half an hour. What can you see?"

"There is nothing." Mu Xingqiu said.

"You are lying, because the future is too cruel to you, so you refuse to admit it. Half an hour later, Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo are one side, and Mu Dong'er is one side, both sides either die for life or all die, depending on your choice now."

Anger flashed in Mu Xingqiu's eyes.

Yang Yannian took a photo on the demon-suppressing bell. The bell sounded to the unstoppable furnace. The wall of the furnace suddenly turned red and then became transparent, revealing the things inside the flames. It was a mirror. The mirror was facing Mu Xingqiu, and the mirror reflected the strange and familiar face.

"You can choose to fight, the ending is all dead, you can also choose to compromise, exchange Mu Dong'er for Qin Lingshuang and Long Demon, and hold the furnace for us, the ending is one death and one life."

Mu Xingqiu stared at the mirror in the stove.

"If you need the memories of the past, I am willing to provide you with some. In short, Qin Lingshuang has died for you once, do you want her to die for you again?"

Mu Xingqiu's eyes turned to Yang Yannian.

"That's right, you were lovers and even willing to give up your practice for each other. Just like those short-sighted mortals, you made a decision based on your feelings at that time, thinking that this decision would never change, but things didn't go as they wished, she died for you, and you gave birth to a son with another woman. If you had known this ending for a long time, would you still have a vow of a vow? This is the difference between a Taoist priest and a mortal, and it is also the difference between a ancestor and a Taoist priest. He saw the end."

At this moment, Mu Xingqiu figured out why Zuo Liuying didn't let him know too much about the past. Memory is the soil for the future. The further the future you see, the more you prepare, the stronger your strength will naturally be. But the future is also a constraint and a trap. A powerful Taoist priest is in it and does not want to extricate himself. He can easily become an accomplice of the future.

Mu Xingqiu has no memory or a clear future. For him, nothing is certain. Perhaps this is Zuo Liuying’s expectation.

"Kun Dun sees not the future." Mu Xingqiu didn't know much about the Taoist ancestors, but he saw his true nature clearly. "He is creating the future, and only those who succumb to his power think that it is the future."

Mu Xingqiu raised the Patriarch Tower in his hand, "The future does not exist. My choice is not just two, but endless."

Yang Yannian summoned all the magic weapons, "So, you choose to die together."

The other two masters and other Taoist priests walked out of the woods and formed a circle. Facing Mu Xingqiu, they wanted to save some time, but it seemed impossible.

"I said, you can't convince him." Xiang Haisheng waved Ruyi and summoned a large number of magic weapons. Dai Zhen held the sword washing pool and was also prepared.

The three masters don't want to see any more accidents.

Mu Xingqiu didn't want the future, nor did he care whether he could compete with three masters and dozens of Taoist priests. He used the Patriarch Tower as his pen to write the first talisman in front of Mu Donger's chest.

He wanted to use flesh and blood as ink, the ancestor's tower as the pen, and his son as the paper to write the unique talisman in this world.
Chapter completed!