Huangfu Yanghao seems to be just over thirty years old, and he is already sixty-seven years old. He has learned to write talismans since he was ten years old. He has mostly dealt with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. The talismans he wrote are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, enough to equip an army of tens of thousands of people. Moreover, he really likes to write talismans and enjoys the happiness he always has after picking up the pen.

The boss didn't appreciate it? He didn't care at all. Anyway, the quality of writing talismans has nothing to do with how many levels the hat on his head. When Xin Youtao disagrees with the public, he directly promoted him from the fifth level to the eighth level, someone came to congratulate him. He said, "The chief talisman master has been replaced? Who is Xin Youtao? How many pieces of talismans can he write?"

The technique of sacrificing talismans is not even as good as that of the third-rate talisman master? He doesn't care, "It's enough for me to be enough, does the blacksmith have to dance swords and swords? Some people sacrifice talismans and some people write talismans, and I just write talismans, and I don't care about other things."

When the imperial capital was burned for the first time more than ten years ago, he still silently wrote talismans in a remote small town. After winning the eighth crown, he took his whole family to Beijing, but ended up in another difficulty in burning the city.

At that time, he was staying in the talisman tower and was checking the talisman materials. When several colleagues asked him to escape together, he realized that there was a sea of ​​fire outside and was about to burn the talisman tower where he was.

His residence was burned and none of his family survived. However, he silently calculated whether the materials he brought out were complete while flying.

"Stand up the earth" Huangfu Yanghao shouted to everyone, "I have written it, perfect, you can sacrifice the talisman at any time, so that people all over the world can see the power of the talisman."

"It's another example of not being able to control mana." Zhao Chuye said plainly, using magic to inform the talisman masters in the city, and soon ten people flew up to the city tower, "please" walk the excited talisman writer to control the four-legged square tripod. It has now been transformed and has become an extremely powerful weapon.

"I can help you find your memory, demon soul, as long as you are willing to join forces with me."

"Why do you want to call me Demon Soul? Who is Demon Soul?" Mu Xingqiu forgot too many things.

"The explanation is redundant, and you will naturally understand everything when you find your memory."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "I want to take away the people who were captured by the talisman master. This is my promise."

"They are useless and you can take them away. Soon you won't care about their life and death."

Mu Xingqiu looked up at Shouque. Her anger became more and more intense, and she seemed to launch an attack at any time.

"As long as you can control her, I can stop the spell." Zhao Chuye said that the grudge between Nianxin Ke and Taoism had nothing to do with him.

"Okay." Mu Xingqiu agreed.

Zhao Chuye took back the bronze mirror and bronze seal and candle. He kept the iron ruler and golden bell in his hand.

Shouque's expression gradually calmed down, and he fell behind Mu Xingqiu, and whispered: "This person is too powerful and difficult to deal with."

"He is willing to release the people, so there is no need to fight."

Shouque let out a long sigh and patted his chest, "That's great, but I really don't like seeing him."

"Please." Zhao Chuye flew to the city tower first.

Mu Xingqiu followed behind, Shouque waited for a while before flying up with the others. Fu Lin and others didn't understand the cause and effect of the fight at all, and the handshake between the two sides was even more inexplicable. They knew that their thighs were not easy to hug, so they followed Shouque closely. Although this woman was weird, she was easy to talk to, and the most important thing was that she could catch up with her benefactor.

Seven talisman masters stood on the side of the city tower. When they saw Zhao Chuye saluting him, they pretended not to see others. Two other talisman masters were carefully checking the four-legged square tripod.

After a long time, a talisman master stepped forward and announced: "Complete Talisman."

The talisman masters showed a look of joy.

The two detectives retreated, Zhao Chuye approached the square tripod, tapped it twice, nodded, and expressed satisfaction, and then introduced: "Zhuozhou is an ancient city, this local tripod is even older. It was cast by the Wandi Mountain Hongfu Academy. After several generations of dynasties, it has a history of more than 30,000 years. Mortals have forgotten its purpose."

Fu Lin stood up next to Shouque. He was the descendant of Queen Fu. No matter how others think, he was very proud of this identity. "We have not forgotten that the local cauldron is a magic weapon to suppress Jiangwu. The dynasty changes, and it never moves." After a moment of pause, Fu Lin couldn't help but add: "The local cauldron was made by Taoist priests in Wandishan, but the talismans on it were written by mortals with iron pens."

Zhao Chuye did not ask for any reason and continued: "This tripod contains a variety of treasures of heaven and earth, which is an excellent material for writing talismans. However, ordinary ink leaves no traces on it, and new talismans must be written in blood ink."

A talisman master respectfully interjected: "The Blood Ink Method has been lost for a long time, and it was passed on by Master Zhao to Longbin Society again."

Mu Xingqiu and Shouque had lost their memory and could not hear any special meaning in these words. Fu Lin was deeply angry, "The method of blood and ink was not lost, but was prohibited from learning and using by Longbin in the early years. It used the blood of living people. The talismans written must be used for a limited time. When talismans are sacrificed, the blood donors will either die or be injured..."

The nine soldiers were all shocked when they heard the words "either dead or injured" and looked at Mu Xingqiu together.

"What I promised to save is the living, not the dead," said Mu Xingqiu.

"Don't worry, listen to me." Zhao Chuye was confident and believed that this would not be a problem later.

Fu Lin took the initiative and stood up and said, "Master Zhao is from Xingshan Precepts. Where did he learn the method of blood and ink? How did he understand the history of the local cauldron?"

Zhao Chuye turned his gaze to Fu Lin for the first time, glanced at it, and then turned back to the Ding, "Four days ago, the Taoist Tower was unstable. I woke up from my thoughts, my mood moved slightly, and I had an ominous premonition. So I looked at the whole city and found that Zuo Liuying sent an illusioned Dharma body to inform a mortal, asking her to leave the imperial capital as soon as possible, and the further the better, so I knew everything was about to end."

"I observed the Taoist sect tower again, not letting go of bricks and stones. After repeating it three times, I realized that the great disaster was coming. The ancestor spreads magic all over the world, which is actually a prelude, just like before setting fire, oil must be dispersed everywhere, and the spells are ready, and then you can cast the Five Elements Tribulation. Fire attack, earth attack, metal attack, water attack, wood attack, can kill all mortals, and finally the Dao Fire attack can eliminate most practitioners."

Mu Xingqiu and Shouque's ignorant were fearless. The talisman masters already knew about this, but they did not react in particular. However, the ten soldiers were stunned. Fu Lin said in a daze: "The ancestor... why did this ruthless move? What crime did the mortal commit? Did he not even let the Taoist priest go?"

"The ancestor has his ideas, but I can't figure it out thoroughly, and I have no intention of guessing it. I only know that everyone must protect themselves, and Zuo Liuying reacts the fastest. I also have to make a plan."

Zhao Chuye gently stroked the tripod, "I spent an hour looking through the Taoist scriptures and found that the Five Elements Tribulation is not unstoppable. I just need to disperse the spells that were laid in advance. But it is easier said than done. If I have the treasure in my hand," he thought of the magic hole and sighed softly, "It will be possible to disperse the magic within a thousand miles soon. If there is no treasure, it will be more troublesome. So I continued to find other solutions."

Fu Lin understood, "You want to use the talisman to stand tall and earth to disperse the ancestor's spells? But... the magic of the Taoist master is not as good as the talisman technique?"

"I have specialized in art and mortals. I can use a spell to kill a target thousands of miles away, and I can also destroy a city as big as the imperial capital in a very short time. However, without magical tools, I cannot spread my spells all over a hundred miles or even thousands of miles. The key to resolving the Five Elements Tribulation is to disperse the prefabricated spells in the vast range possible. The symbol of standing up to the sky is called the corpse of a thousand miles. The truly effective range is about 500 miles in a radius. It is unable to shake slightly stronger practitioners. However, it can kill fragile creatures and disperse the omnipresent prefabricated spells."

"You want to sacrifice all mortals within 500 miles to save the lives of practitioners?" Fu Lin couldn't explain his feelings, but he was not particularly surprised. Taoism was no longer a protector of human beings.

"Sacrifice? No, I will not sacrifice anyone."

"Do you have a way to save the life of a mortal?" Fu Lin's eyes lit up. If this is the case, he was willing to kowtow to Zhao Chuye and admit that he had blamed the Taoist priest for wrongdoing.

It turns out that he just doesn't understand Taoist priests.

"The five attacks of fire, earth, metal, water and wood have little impact on practitioners. As long as you don't be too confused, most people can escape. The final attack of Taoist fire is a great disaster that practitioners cannot escape. Therefore, I have to wait until the five attacks before sacrifice the talisman of the top of the sky. By then, all mortals within a radius of five hundred miles will be dead, so naturally there will be no so-called sacrifice."

"Do you have to wait? You may be able to save many people a day in advance." Fu Lin asked in despair.

"You have to wait. This is the way of the talisman. If you use it too early, the prefab spells from other places will reoccupy this area."

The person Zhao Chuye really cares about is not Fu Lin, but Mu Feidian, who has always been possessed by the demon soul. "So, if you want to save people, you can take them away now. In three days, they will be dead, but that has nothing to do with me and you."

Fu Lin only has the last glimmer of hope.

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, not weighing the pros and cons, but pursuing his true feelings, "You are right."

Fu Lin and the nine soldiers' hopes were shattered, and no one said anything, nor did they beg. Saving people requires not only will but also ability. No matter how kind a person cannot swim, he cannot save the drowning person. Nephew and Zhao Chuye obviously do not have this ability.

"But I still have to take the people away and fulfill my promise," said Mu Xingqiu.

"Take it all away." Zhao Chuye really couldn't use these mortals anymore. "When you come back, let's talk about things that will make you awaken in advance."

He still firmly believes that the demon soul is stored in this person's body.

Not long after, dozens of logs flew out of Zhuozhou City, filled with mortals who had been weak after donating blood. They didn't know that their death date had been decided, and they were very happy to hear that they could go home.

Fu Lin and others also sat on the log, drooping and did not dare to talk to others.

Several talisman masters drove the logs, and Mu Xingqiu and Shouque followed behind. "Maybe their relatives have all died in the attack of the earth." Shouque said, not surprised at Mu Xingqiu's indifference.

The imperial capital was destroyed by fire attacks, and the temporary camp was unable to avoid the earth attack last night. The talisman masters released paper talismans and searched for a circle before finding a new camp in a nearby valley. Most of the survivors inside and outside the imperial capital gathered here.

What surprised everyone was that there was no sorrow in the valley, but there was a jubilation, but this jubilation had nothing to do with the young men and women sent back.

"General Mu, General Mu, we are saved." A scream from the valley came from afar.

"Who is General Mu? He is more powerful than Taoist priests?" Shouque asked curiously.

Fu Lin looked up at the distance, "Is it the General Mu of Duanliu City? His name is Mu Xingqiu. Wasn't he killed by the Taoist ancestor last year?"

Shouque laughed out loud, but Mu Xingqiu himself was puzzled and looked into the valley with his eyes. Among a group of people, on a high platform, he really saw someone who looked exactly the same as his previous appearance.

Shouque has seen it, and can't laugh anymore.

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