In the thin night, the soldiers of the Holy Talisman Army lined up to cross the bridge silently, heading to the five wooden stake formations that had just been made, and looking for the wooden stake they belonged to.

The time to realize his destiny has come, and no one complained. Mu Xingqiu stood under the Patriarch's Tower and could not feel it specifically, and he could sense the tension that could not be dissolved in the air. The soldiers' patience has reached its limit, and many people even look forward to the arrival of this moment.

Ci Huang came riding a Qilin, not wearing armor, wearing an old purple brocade robe, with a stereotyped expression, as if he was determined and as if he was confused.

Groups of flag-holding guards scattered, surrounding the ancestor tower, and the various ragged flags in their hands fluttered in the wind.

Emperor Ci came to Mu Xingqiu alone and did not jump off his mount. Today, he needed to maintain his lofty status than ever before.

"You made the right choice, and the two of them died just to the point." He said that since Mu Xingqiu killed King Huaibi and an injured officer three days ago, Emperor Ci appeared for the first time, and the others thought the whole thing did not exist at all. "The Holy Talisman Dynasty will remember your merits, and your name will be engraved on the meritorious monument and will be respected by generations."

"That's not bad." Mu Xingqiu didn't want to argue, "What does Your Majesty want to do with this formation? Zuo Liuying and Kun Duan are not here. Duanliu City is just an empty city at this moment."

Emperor Ci turned his head and looked, "What are you doing? I am following the will of heaven in the dark and summoning a stronger lord, that is, the real god, to eliminate Kun Dun, the false god. Kun Dun is a false god because he abandons sentient beings, and the true god needs and appreciates the offerings of sentient beings."

"Really God?"

"There is truth in the world, but there is not necessarily falsehood. Once there is falsehood, there must be trueness. Falseness arises after truth and is its disguiser. Kun Dun is a false god, which proves that there is a true god. The true god is watching everything and can easily turn the impossible into possibility."

This is obviously the saying that Emperor Ci often preached. From the words, tone, expression and even finger movements, they are all extremely skillful, with unquestionable tough confidence and a hint of holy light, as if possessed by the true god.

Mu Xingqiu nodded, but still didn't want to argue. This was not what he was good at. Facing a fanatical believer, no explanation could be understood.

"The God-calling array does not necessarily require the treasure of Taoism." Emperor Ci looked up at the top of the Patriarch Tower. The "glory" of the True God disappeared from him, and his tone became insincere. "But it would be better. The Patriarch Tower can make our call clearer and provide a smoother channel for the True God. This is all your credit. Mu Xingqiu, you happened to appear here and happened to have the Master Tower. This can only be the arrangement of the True God. But your choice is still very important. You have saved the people of the world."

"I can't afford such credit, especially in front of Emperor Ci."

Emperor Ci smiled, and the last trace of doubt disappeared. Even General Mu was persuaded. The white-haired emperor felt unprecedented satisfaction, and a warm current rose from his abdomen and penetrated his head. He believed that this was the revelation given to him by the true God.

"There is no better time than today. Kun Dun looked down on mortals. This is his biggest mistake. He will know the feeling of falling before dawn!" Emperor Ci raised his arms, and the guards around him held up their flags, and the soldiers crossing the bridge moved faster.

"Why should I choose Duanliu City?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

Emperor Ci was a little unhappy. Although General Mu did not stop the God-Summoning Formation, he acted too calmly and too plainly, and did not integrate into the God-Summoning atmosphere.

"Because of the ice here." Emperor Ci also became cold. "Duanliu City has frozen for two years and does not melt in summer. There must be strong magic support. The caster can only be Kun Duan. The method of the false god is used to summon the true god to come, which is even better."

In the mind of Emperor Ci, the God-Calling Formation is a complaint, a lawsuit, and he will provide tangible evidence to move the mercy of the True God and arouse the True God’s indignation.

In Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the ice in Duanliu City is not an amazing spell. It is likely that it was the magic ruins left by Zuo Liuying when he learned from the monkey in the ignorance. There was no need for Kun Dun to take action himself. Only Kun Dun's own spells were found in the Taoist treasures such as the Ancestor Tower.

Mu Xingqiu still had no intention of arguing. He looked at each other for a moment with Emperor Ci and asked, "What do I need to do?"

"I have to ask General Mu to stay away from the Ancestor Tower. You have not practiced the God-Summoning Formation, and there will be interference in the Formation."

"Well, the true god only needs a pure call." Mu Xingqiu looked back at Jiehe, "I'll go to the other side, is there far enough?"

"Enough."

"Who can I send me a ride? Tell me the details of the God-Summoning Array so that I can't make a mistake in my judgment."

Emperor Ci agreed reluctantly, "Okay, let me see..."

"Just this one, General Fu Lin, we have met. He is one of the few people I remember. I hope he remembers me too."

Emperor Ci glanced for a while before confirming who Fu Lin was on a confused face, "You are the survivor of the imperial capital. More than a year ago, you went thousands of miles to go deep into the land of demons to join me. Well, you are a loyal descendant of the Fu family. Are you a sacrificer?"

Fu Lin once fought side by side with Mu Xingqiu and taught him many talisman techniques from the Longbin Society. Later, he said goodbye and went to find the whereabouts of Emperor Ci alone. Now he has no fighting spirit. He holds a flag in his hand, and is as nervous as other soldiers.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am the sacrificer, and my position is in the Northern Formation."

"General Mu, let's change to an escort, let me choose for you..."

"No need." Mu Xingqiu strode towards Fu Lin, "The true god will not care about the few sacrificers. His eyes must have surpassed all living beings and kept staring at the false god Kun Dun."

Emperor Ci frowned slightly, and he felt that this was a sarcasm. He was about to refute the disrespectful statements severely, Mu Xingqiu waved his hand to draw out a piece of paper talisman. After the blue smoke passed, he and Fu Lin disappeared at the same time, leaving only a horse without a master, with both saddles and talismans. After a while, the two appeared on the opposite bank of Jiehe.

Emperor Ci felt a moment of rage, but today was too important to him to have troubles over a trivial matter. He decided to endure it and immediately appointed another general to sacrifice instead of Fu Lin.

The matter was solved. Emperor Ci looked at the Patriarch Tower again, stared at it for a moment, jumped off the Qilin, and walked into the tower.

On a high ground on the other side, Mu Xingqiu said to the panicked Fu Lin: "Do you still have a talisman chair? It will take a long time to summon the gods, right?"

The soldiers on the east coast were still crossing the bridge in an endless stream. It would take one or two hours just to reach the designated location.

Fu Lin panicked and wanted to run back to the west coast. He took two steps and stopped again, turned around and said, "Why did you do this? It really killed me."

"You are going to die. The God-Summoning Formation is not as simple as spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, right?"

Fu Lin lowered his head and sighed, "It's the same death, but the result is different."

"You want to enter the afterlife of the ancient god?"

"Everyone wants it."

"Since that's the case, why do you still call out the true god to defeat Kun Chao in this world?"

Fu Lin was speechless, "The true god... wants to prove his power. Prove him more powerful than the false god Kun Dun."

"Most people offer sacrifices and go to the world after death, while a few people are more unlucky. They stay in this world and wait to witness the greatness of the True God. Is that true?"

Fu Lin nodded hesitantly. The same words seemed to have changed from Mu Xingqiu's mouth, and it was completely without the tragic and generous nature of Emperor Ci. It seemed like a ridiculous scam.

"What should others do? I have seen many surviving civilians in Jiangnan. They hide in dilapidated towns, and some are hidden in the mountains. They try every means to survive, believe in the ancient gods, but know nothing about the world after death. Does he still have a chance?"

Fu Lin became more and more confused. His feet moved uneasy, "Huang Ci said...Huang Ci said...you should ask him."

"No, I'm asking you." Mu Xingqiu became harsh. "Because General Fu Lin, who I know, is a firm will, and is not a follower. If you didn't believe in Emperor Ci, you would not be willing to act as a sacrificer."

Fu Lin's face was a little red, and his body was trembling slightly, "Will the words of Emperor Ci be wrong? He will not harm us. We are the last army of the Holy Fu Dynasty. Emperor Ci has seen the true god. If he had not been confident, he would not... not..."

"Ninety thousand people will not be allowed to die, so there will inevitably be a world waiting for you after death." Mu Xingqiu continued to say for him.

Fu Lin nodded heavily, and the feeling was still lingering: the same words always changed a little in Mu Xingqiu's mouth.

"I have been to another world once." Mu Xingqiu said.

"ah?!"

"I don't remember it myself, but I must have escaped from the Demon-Ba Demon Cave. It was a prison of Taoism and an independent world. Before that, I had been to Shibubang, which is said to be an independent world."

Fu Lin didn't know about the Demon-Bao Cave, but had a little knowledge of Zhibubang. Long Binhui was once responsible for supplying supplies there regularly. He had read some related records, "The two places you mentioned are not completely separated from the real world."

"That's right."

Fu Lin's face turned pale, "You mean the world of ancient gods may not be..."

"If there is such a world after death, the true God can come, and the false God can come."

"Then we must summon the true god. We must completely defeat Kun Dun in order to keep the safety of the world after death." Fu Lin finally found the reason to hold the God-calling array.

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "You might as well call me a talisman chair."

Fu Lin hurriedly took out a stack of paper talismans, picked out one, and turned into a three-legged round stool, and said embarrassedly: "I only have this one."

"Very good." Mu Xingqiu sat down and looked at the ancestor tower on the other side. Emperor Ci had already walked in. I don't know what magic he used, and the top of the tower emitted a soft light.

"Can I go back?" Fu Lin was still thinking about offering sacrifice.

"No need to be so troublesome. You send me across the river, and I send you to the afterlife world."

Fu Lin was stunned. Before he could understand the meaning of this sentence, his eyes turned dark and the consciousness in his mind quickly disappeared.

Fu Lin fell on the snow, and Mu Xingqiu didn't even look at him, but still looked at the Patriarch Tower, holding the sword-washing pool in his right hand, murmured: "What world can block Kun Dun outside?"
Chapter completed!