These people who dare to stand up in times of crisis can be young children or old men. Then they are all monks, because what monks represent is a spirit, a spirit of fearlessness.

Mo Chen finally understood the true meaning of the monk today, and a smile of relief hung on his immature face, and he gradually fell asleep due to the effect of the medicine.

The village chief had already received the news that Mo Chen would attack the Red Devil today, and while worrying about them, he was also very worried about them in his heart, after all, the Red Devil's fierce spirit was deeply rooted in their hearts.

So when the village chief gathered outside the city with everyone, he kept hearing bursts of explosions inside, and the elderly village chief showed a worried look from time to time, and the men, women, and children behind him were also frowning tightly, sweating for Mo Chen and them.

After all, if Mo Chen and they did not succeed in defeating Mo Chen, then they must be greeted by the Red Devil's extremely cruel revenge, so this time they can be regarded as a ruin, if they bet on the right treasure, Mo Chen and they successfully defeated the Red Devil, then Qiu Ling Village can return to its previous peaceful and happy days.

But if they fail, Mo Chen and they may still escape, and the Red Devils will not chase them. But these people are miserable, because this is their home, they have lived here for generations, and if they leave here, where can they go, there is nowhere to go, they can only wait for the Red Devils to kill them one by one.

When they stood outside for a long time. The explosion inside gradually stopped, and the villagers looked at each other, not knowing what was going on inside, and they all looked at the village chief with the highest seniority.

The village chief stroked his beard with a gloomy face, looked at the city that had calmed down, and said to everyone: "Folks, after such a long time, the battle inside must be over at this moment. We don't know if it was the Red Devils who won, or Mo Chen, who successfully defeated the Red Devils. But we have to take a look. ”

"If the Red Devils win, then we must go to see off our three heroes on their last journey, and at the same time bravely face the Red Devils, he has been doing evil in our Chuling Village for so many years, we have been evading, when is this the end of the day, so now is the time for us to stand up and !!"

"If our three heroes are victorious, we should go and see them, go to meet them, and greet the life-saving benefactor of Qiuling Village!!" The old village chief said this hoarsely, his chest rising and falling strongly, and he looked at everyone with a red face and panting.

Everyone erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, and they all walked quickly towards the Red Devil's palace, one by one with high momentum, ready to sacrifice.

The village chief, because of his age, had a child behind him and followed the group. Seeing that everyone was so sincerely united, he couldn't help but burst into tears, looked at the clear blue sky and said: "Ancestor bless, my Qiu Ling people have never had such a sincere unity, the moment when everyone is united, the ancestor must bless the three heroes to defeat the Red Devil smoothly." ”

The village chief knelt on his knees, folded his hands, and knelt reverently on the ground. The child looked at the village chief curiously, and also learned from the village chief, and knelt down awkwardly.

One old and one young, kneeling between heaven and earth, outside the beautiful city, they prayed to heaven. Although they did not know that no one in heaven would hear them. If they could hear it, why didn't they just drive away the Red Devils and change the peace of Chuling Village. If you can't hear it, why are there so many people in the world who make statues for them, and still burn incense for them, tell them their wishes, and do it when they know they can't do it.

Whether the gods are real or an ethereal sustenance in people's hearts.

The village chief didn't know this, he was just an ordinary person who had worked hard for most of his life with his back to the loess and had worked hard for most of his life, and he was not interested in the life of flying around in the sky and calling for wind and rain. His wish at this time was that Qiuling Village could become the original Qiuling Village.

The village chief, supported by the young children, staggered forward, to greet the hero, or to face the final fate.

When everyone came to the gate of the Red Devil's tall palace, looking at the mighty and domineering vermilion gate, they were in awe one by one, and did not dare to push the door open. They all stopped in place, you look at me, I look at you. Encourage each other to push open the door and see what the situation is like inside.

The village chief finally came here, and when he saw everyone gathered at the door, and saw the closed vermilion gate, he immediately understood what they were thinking. Don't dare to push open the door, afraid to be the first to go, if you see the Red Devil, then you may die immediately, no one has the courage to dare to face death directly.

The village chief lamented his misfortune and sighed angrily, and sighed to the sky: "These are all such people, my Qiu Ling clan deserves to be exterminated!! The village chief let out a cry of grief.

The village chief pushed away the people around him and said to everyone: "Even if Mo Chen and the three of them defeat the Red Devil, this is also the victory of the three of them, and it has nothing to do with my Qiu Ling people. Because we don't deserve that victory. We don't even have the courage to take this step, we deserve to be exterminated!!"

The village chief said to everyone loudly, and the villagers blushed one by one, lowered their heads in shame, and did not dare to look directly at the village chief. The village chief turned around and strode calmly towards the majestic gate, the village chief's thin body looked extremely thin next to the huge gate.

The village chief's bony arms, with tears in his eyes, trembled and rested on the huge Zhu Gate, and he struggled to use all his strength to try to push this huge gate.

Because the door was too huge, the old village chief couldn't push it open smoothly, and he looked up at the gate that their own people had built for the Red Devils, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Just when the village chief was in a daze, a deafening sound suddenly erupted behind him, and everyone rushed towards the gate together, everyone stood in front of the huge gate, and tried their best to push the gate.

As if it was also pushing the door of their hearts, the crowd roared: "Ahh It seems that all these years, the Red Devils' oppression of them has also exploded at this moment. The roar of rage echoed in the empty sky. There was a small sizzling sound at the door.