Zhuozhou City was built next to the river. After the destruction of fire and earth attacks, it has become a ruin. The river water flows backwards and floods most areas. Only a relatively safe area is left in the northeast corner, including two sections of city walls, a city tower and more than a dozen courtyards.

It was quiet, and there was no sound of cats and dogs.

On a mountain eight or nine miles away, Mu Xingqiu was watching quietly. This was his second time here. He approached Zhuozhou City for the first time. He noticed that a large number of complex spells were arranged outside the city. He had only a body of magic power, but he could not remember to use the skills and could not avoid the numerous restrictions set by the talisman masters. So he returned the same way and asked for some talismans from Fu Lin, and now he learned the art of sacrificing talismans.

Within less than an hour of the two arrivals, there were considerable changes inside and outside Zhuozhou City. The roads and houses were damaged by soil. Even the mountain peaks at Mu Xingqiu's feet were lowered, and only the northeast corner of the city remained the same.

Mu Xingqiu didn't want to break through. His promise was to come to save people, not to kill people.

He sacrificed a paper talisman, and three moths flew towards Zhuozhou City with their wings. Although the speed was slower, it was very hidden. On the way back, Mu Xingqiu had already checked all the talismans and roughly guessed the purpose of each talisman. He had a feeling that these talismans seemed to waste a lot of magic power and had room for improvement, but now he could only sacrifice the original magic of the talismans.

The three moths warn each other, bypass the invisible restrictions created by the talismans, and in a safe place they will speed up and fly at speeds that normal insects do not have.

Mu Xingqiu stood against a tree, sacrificed another piece of paper talisman, closed his eyes, and took turns to see the scene from three moths in his mind, and could also direct them to change directions. The scene was not very clear, as if covered with a layer of gauze. Coupled with the influence of the night, the scenery became more hazy, which made Mu Xingqiu very uncomfortable with the purpose of having the sky.

He decided that he would definitely improve the talismans when he had the opportunity so that they could exert their full power.

Looking through the gaps of doors and windows, hundreds of mortals were locked in the intact houses in Zhuozhou City, each room ranging from three to more than ten. They obviously didn't know what they were going to deal with, and they all seemed very panicked. Some held the statues of gods and prayed, some hugged each other and cried, while others could not sit still.

The moth did not find the guard, and all the doors were not locked. Only a piece of paper talisman was posted outside, but none of the detainees tried to escape.

Mu Xingqiu controlled the moth and turned to the city wall, but still could not find the whereabouts of the guard. None of the dozens of talisman masters claimed by Tong Weibin was there.

A moth rose to the city tower and finally saw the figure of the talisman master, a man in his thirties wearing an eight-fold crown on his head, standing in front of a four-legged cauldron, and was scribing it with a red pen on the cauldron.

The tripod is about one meter tall. The four legs are cast directly on the copper floor of the city tower. The surface is engraved with talisman patterns. The brushwork is vigorous and looks a bit ferocious. There are stools of different heights around, so as to put the talisman master up and down.

The eight-fold crown uses a red pen to write a new talisman pattern, or open and close, and the talisman written is like a big fight. It is like a meticulous craft, as if writing small regular script for fly heads.

Mu Xingqiu didn't know much about talismans, and he didn't know what the moths were doing, so he didn't know what the talisman master was doing. He just guessed that he was blessing the four-legged cauldron. After writing the vermilion talismans, they gradually penetrated into the cauldron body without leaving any trace.

After writing a cauldron, the talisman master put the pen and ink on a nearby table. He sacrificed three paper talismans with unknown effects in succession, took a break, picked up the red pen again, held the ink plate, and walked to the other side of the cauldron to continue writing the talisman.

Another older seven-level crown talisman master came up and asked, "Mr. Huangfu, how are you?"

Bazhong Guan put down the red pen he had just raised and said unhappily: "What else can you do? Isn't this what you are writing? It takes time to stand tall and stand. Just now, it was a mountain collapse and a rock falling from the sky. It was impossible to write it at all."

"Hey, I'm not here to urge you, I just told you that Tong Weibin from the Old Military Fort has not sent back the message for a long time, and there is a change in front of me."

"My task is to write talismans. If you have any questions, you will block them first. What's the use of telling me?" Huangfu Fu Fu Master was still unmoved when writing talismans. He had a bad temper on his usual basis.

Qichong's mouth twitched twice, and he didn't dare to have an attack in person. He said "Will you go", turned around and wanted to leave, suddenly reached out and grabbed a moth, slowly let go of his palm, and watched the moth turn into ashes, and said coldly: "It's very fast, it turns out that it's already here."

Master Huangfu was not concerned about this matter and said, "The blood and ink are almost gone. It must be supplemented before dawn tomorrow. Also, don't scare these people to death. What I want is the spirit of "standing up to the sky and earth". It is not that I am afraid of death. Mo Yuan's emotions will directly affect the effect of the talisman."

"There will be blood ink." Qishan Crown replied coldly, and had already sacrificed three talismans in his hand to inform other companions and look for the whereabouts of the enemy.

With a loud bang, someone obviously broke through the ban outside the city. Huangfu Fu Shi's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, almost writing a useless stroke on the tripod, with an angry look on his face, "Zheng Tianyuan, don't be lazy when it's time to do your work. It's not to pull you in to watch the fun."

Zheng Tianyuan, the master of the seventh-level crown talisman, looked even more gloomy, but he did not dare to act rashly. Huangfu Master Fu's status is higher than his and was writing crucial talismans. Even the master of the nineth-level crown talisman did not dare to offend this person. He could only endure it, fly up the talisman and go to fight the intruders.

A moth was destroyed. Mu Xingqiu was observing the situation through the other two moths. He heard a bang and couldn't see clearly with the moth. So he turned out from behind the tree and looked at the city with his eyes. He saw that Shouque and ten holy talisman troops had already flew to the edge of the city, and it seemed that he was about to break through.

Mu Xingqiu's location was far away from the official road, and Shouque and others did not see him at all.

Shouque flew too fast, and after breaking through the restriction, he flew out for a distance before stopping. He was startled and immediately landed on the ruins on the ground, and turned over and jumped behind ten people. "You go and ask Mu... Are Feidian in the city? Be kind and be kind and tell them we are not here to cause trouble."

Fu Lin was shocked again and thought that this Shouque girl was so powerful. Unexpectedly, she was even more courageous than herself, but she was not cautious in her behavior and did not know how to avoid the ban.

After this, Fu Lin had no choice. He was the descendant of Queen Fu. Although this identity was of no value to outsiders, he took it seriously. He was also a general appointed by the court, leading nine soldiers, and could not show his fear. So he stood in front and waited for the people in the city to come out.

The weapons and armor of the nine soldiers were discarded, and only Fu Lin's armor was still there, so he pulled out the long sword of the talisman around his waist to give himself courage.

The seventh-level crown talisman master Zheng Tianyuan flew out of Zhuozhou City and saw such a small group of people. Only the leader held weapons in his hands, and the others didn't even have a set of armor. As for Shuque, he didn't see it at all.

Zheng Tianyuan landed on the roof of a house with only half of the remaining house, more than a hundred steps away from the other party, carrying his hands on his back, and sneered briefly, "The Grand Grandpa of the Emperor is here. Zhuozhou City is in a misfortune, please forgive me. The world is so chaotic, there are not many Grandpas of the Emperor of Fu. You shouldn't run out."

"Zheng Tianyuan, I won't talk nonsense to you. Where are the laborers you have captured from nearby villages and towns? Let them go." Fu Lin did not see any traces of the battle, so he guessed that his benefactor might not have arrived yet, or had not appeared in the dark, so he would not mention his name for the time being.

Shouque didn't say anything behind him, holding his breath to resist the fragrance of the soul.

"You really make me look at you with admiration. Fu Lin, let me guess... You feel that you have escaped fire and earth attack one after another, and you will survive the disaster. It seems that you have the protection of the gods and will be able to inherit the imperial vein from now on, right?"

"Humans are facing an unprecedented crisis. The imperial lineage is not important, and the Longbin Society is not important. The people are the most important. You can be loyal to anyone, and I hope you don't harm the people." Fu Lin said sincerely, but he expected that the talisman masters would definitely not be kind to recruit young men and women.

Zheng Tianyuan glanced at Fu Lin a few times, "Is the blood of the royal family different from ordinary people?"

"What?"

"We are writing the talisman of the sky and the earth, and we need a little blood."

"What!" A chill rose from Fu Lin's feet to the top of his head. He remained silent for a while before saying, "Huangfu Yanghao is here?"

"Of course. Only he can write the talisman of the sky and the earth." Zheng Tianyuan said slightly sarcastically.

"Mr. Huangfu is the best talisman writer in the world. After Long Binhui was depressed for many years, he was reluctant to succeed. It was still under the insistence of his ex-President Xin that he was barely awarded the eighth crown. Unexpectedly...ah, he will fall into your hands."

"You look up to us. Huangfu Yanghao voluntarily joined and wrote talismans voluntarily, but no one forced him to do it. Instead, he always forced us to collect fresh blood everywhere. You came just in time, and the blood of the royal family may not be special, but it is worth a try. You can walk all the way here and pass Tong Weibin's level, which shows that you have some skills and are very brave. He is the person we need most."

Fu Lin shook his head, not worried about his own safety, "I don't believe that Mr. Huangfu would do such a thing voluntarily, it must be you who forced him."

"Idiot, Huangfu Yanghao only has the word "writing talisman" in his heart. He has written almost all talismans in his life, but the only talisman is the exception. Now that he finally has the opportunity, how can he miss it?"

"The talisman that stands tall and the earth is lying on the sky and the corpse is hidden thousands of miles away. Don't you want to live anymore?"

Zheng Tianyuan smiled disdainfully, "We have our own way. As for you, raise your sword and let me see if Prince Fu still has a little 'standing upright' spirit?"

Fu Lin did have a little bit of aura in his heart, not much, but it was enough to raise his sword with both hands and prepare to fight against the other party's talisman.

Zheng Tianyuan waved his hand to sacrifice the first paper talisman. When he saw Fu Lin breaking through Tong Weibin's level, he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He sacrificed a three-part magic talisman. His spell was simple, but it was just a flying knife, but his power was extremely strong. He wanted to arouse Fu Lin's stronger fighting spirit and then collect blood, so he slowed down a little.

Fu Lin gritted his teeth and forced himself to take action. The veteran behind him suddenly reached out and pressed his back. A strange force was input into his meridians. Before he could understand what was going on, he could not help but waved his long sword. The flying knife shot in the middle not only blocked the attack, but also bounced it back at a faster speed.

Zheng Tianyuan was shocked and had no time to fight back from the talisman, so he had to turn over and jump off the roof, showing a very embarrassed look.

The flying knife was out of control, hitting the city wall and smashing a large piece of bricks and stones.

Zheng Tianyuan was furious and was about to kill him. A cold voice came from the air, "Better blood is behind, what are you scruples with him?"

Zheng Tianyuan replied in a very respectful voice: "Thank you for your advice from the master."

Fu Lin's heart trembled, and finally understood why these talisman masters were so confident: there was a Taoist master behind them.
Chapter completed!