The human form formed by the black smoke did not return to the Mud Pill Palace, but disappeared directly into the air, Mu Xingqiu felt a burst of relief, and the feeling of jumping in his mind and the feeling of reluctance that lingered in his heart also disappeared, followed by a strong anger.

The human figure is translucent, and Mu Xingqiu can roughly recognize this person's appearance when he stands behind, it is Zuo Liuying.

Who asked him to quietly leave the spell? Who let his spell suddenly jump out to help? Mu Xingqiu was angry about this, but he didn't have a chance to vent his anger: Zuo Liuying himself was not here, and there was still a large amount of foreign mana crowded in his meridians.

He flew high into the air, higher and higher, through the clouds, until the air was extremely thin. He had never flown so high in the air, the sun was so strong that even the heavenly eyes could not bear it, looking down, the earth was vast, showing a beautiful arc, the mountains had lost their tower, the rivers were gone, everything fell into stillness, all beings were hidden, and the catastrophe of the five elements had raged on the ground, but at this time there were no traces left by it.

This is the world in the eyes of the strongest, he thought, after a certain level, it is indeed insignificant to look at sentient beings.

The mana in his body had not yet been vented, Mu Xingqiu turned around and went down, breaking through the resistance of the air, enduring the knife and axe slashing of the wind, the ground gradually enlarged, the signs of destruction became clear, the mountains and rivers overflowed, the gravel was everywhere, there were traces of scorched grass and trees and storms everywhere, and occasionally green smoke rose and black spots swayed, those were the surviving mortals, they were still struggling to survive.

An object fell out of the small leather bag on his waist, and Mu Xingqiu immediately reached out and grabbed it, feeling very strange. The pouch is blessed with spells, and nothing can enter or exit without thinking. Looking at the things that fell out again, he was even more strange, it was a small incense burner left by Zuo Liuying, it was said that there were some Taoist secrets sealed inside, and it was going to be handed over to a female Taoist priest named Qin Lingshuang.

Mu Xingqiu once tried to read the cheats in the incense burner, but failed, but now it jumped out on its own. Mu Xingqiu immediately thought of Zuo Liuying. It's too much like his handiwork: he knows everything, refuses to reveal a word, and then unexpectedly throws a spell or something.

Mu Xingqiu poured excess mana into the incense burner. I want to destroy it, but I also want to see what it wants to show.

Memories flowed into the body like cold spring water, rushing into the empty mind, unceremoniously finding a place to stay.

The vast majority of memories are words. Bizarre text. Mu Xingqiu didn't recognize any of them, and there were dozens of images in them, all of which were different Taoist priests demonstrating complex spell-casting techniques, wearing Taoist robes, but their bodies were translucent, the magic tricks in their hands were changing rapidly, the mana in the meridians was windy, and the magic devices in their hands were rare treasures.

Mu Xingqiu was fascinated. Forget that you are falling, forget the distance of the earth. They have forgotten the struggles of all living beings.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, smashed out deep craters, and lay in it for a long time without moving.

The more than thirty surviving Fu Masters cautiously leaned over, looked at the guys in the pit, looked at the place next to them, and then looked in the direction where Grandmaster Zhao Chuye flew away, and they all broke down emotionally.

Less than an hour ago, they were lazily sitting on the tower, hiding under the wings of the strong, not caring about the life and death of mortals, when suddenly, the tower collapsed, the place fell, the grandmaster ran away, and their companions died, and they were exposed to powerful destruction spells just like ordinary mortals.

"Mu Feidian was obviously defeated, why did the Grandmaster leave?" The Fu Masters didn't see the process of fighting, so they didn't know that Zhao Chuye was pointed at by the black smoke humanoid.

"What the hell is going on? Is the Grandmaster back?"

"Definitely come back, the place Ding and the top heaven and earth are still here. ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and one of the Fu Master said worriedly, "Will the Grandmaster ...... If you get the Demon Soul, you don't need to stand up to the sky and the earth?"

"Crow's mouth! Grandmaster is back, see if you still have the face to see him!" several talisman masters reprimanded in unison, in fact, they all had this idea in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it, afraid that it would really become a reality.

After a while, they didn't mention or accept the facts, and the Grandmaster really abandoned them.

"All resentful...... complained about this Mu Feidian, everything was originally according to plan, but as soon as he came, it was all messed up. One of the talisman masters said angrily, taking out a piece of paper talisman and wanting to take revenge.

"Mu Feidian is not dead, he is still moving, be careful, this kid is more evil. Another talisman master reminded.

Everyone was silent for a while, and no one knew what to do next.

A fading voice rang out from nearby, "Help...... Help me. ”

Zheng Tianyuan was knocked away by his own talisman, fell in the middle of a pile of rubble, fell unconscious for a while, and woke up to find that he was seriously injured, the grandmaster's spell has its own measure, whether it is life or death, faint or painful, there is no difference in the middle, but the runaway talisman is not so accurate, a long wound was cut on the master's chest, and the blood had dyed half of his body red.

Master Fu glanced at him, but no one came to help.

"Take the local tripod and go to the grandmaster, or...... Or find another Taoist priest, the Taoist Tower has fallen, and there must be more than one surviving Taoist priest who serves the moon. One man came up with an idea.

"The water attack will arrive tonight, there is only half a day left, where can we find the Taoist priest?"

"That's better than waiting for death here, don't fantasize, it's impossible for Sect Master Zhao to come back. ”

"Bring Mr. Huangfu, he can write symbols, and it will be very useful in the future. ”

"What to bring, he died. ”

When the city tower collapsed and the place fell, Huangfu Yanghao couldn't dodge, his two legs were hit, he didn't say a word, and he died at that time.

"Alas, it's not good to hit anyone, it's him. "The Fu Masters deeply regret it.

"Please, who will help me. Zheng Tianyuan was still pleading.

Several talisman masters sacrificed talismans, controlling the place to rise, and others were around to support it, and they flew up together.

"Don't, don't leave me!" Zheng Tianyuan was horrified when he saw that his companions were about to leave, and he actually sat up as soon as he tried his best, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood, and didn't dare to move anymore.

One of the talisman masters turned to his injured companion on the ground and said, "Zheng Tianyuan, let's all say that we want to accept the heart of a Taoist priest. If your relatives are not saved, let alone you? Don't cry like a mortal, and face death calmly. This is also part of the heart of a Taoist priest. ”

Everyone protected the place and flew away.

Zheng Tianyuan sat in a daze, watching the blood on his body flow to the ground little by little, he didn't dare to move, his heart was not calm at all, Fu Gong Master just hoped to have the ruthlessness of a high-level Taoist, and he was still too far from the heart of a true Taoist, facing death. He was no different from the most ordinary mortal.

"Who, who's going to save me? I'm ...... I am the Sevenfold Crown Talisman Master of the Longbin Society, and I have many talismans...... And gold and silver, I will...... I'm willing to ......," Zheng Tianyuan said to himself weakly. Suddenly, he heard a voice nearby, and he raised his head and looked diagonally ahead.

A man crawled out of another pile of rocks, dressed in a dirty robe. Short unkempt hair. His face was covered with dust, but his general appearance could still be seen, and his eyes were both dazed and resolute.

Zheng Tianyuan was taken aback, "You, you are...... You're General Mu, why did you come here? No, no, you came just in time, save me, you've helped so many mortals......"

Mu Xingqiu was inexplicable, he fell into the deep pit. fell into a lot of meat, but the brain didn't stop. I'm still watching those complicated spell casting scenes.,I didn't crawl out until I watched them all.。

He raised his hand and touched his face, and found that the potholes were gone, so he understood that Zuo Liuying had left a spell in the Mud Pill Palace while transfiguring himself, and the two might be the same thing, the black smoke dissipated, and the transfiguration technique was invalid.

"I'm not General Mu, my name is Mu Xingqiu. Out of rebellion against Zuo Liuying, he decided not to use a pseudonym anymore.

Zheng Tianyuan was stunned, aren't General Mu and Mu Xingqiu the same person?" "No matter who you are, please save me." ”

Mu Xingqiu approached, he didn't know much about healing, but he knew the result at a glance with his heavenly eyes, "It's hopeless, your internal organs have been damaged, and no one can save you." ”

Two lines of tears flowed from Zheng Tianyuan's eyes, "I don't want to die, as long as I can live, I'm willing to pay any price." ”

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I can't do anything. ”

"You are not worthy to be called strong, and you are not worthy to be in charge of all beings. Zheng Tianyuan said viciously, hanging his head weakly, watching the blood flow, and feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, "Why am I dying? Why am I alive......? My parents, wife, and children are in Fuhai City, and they ...... They must have died, and the catastrophe of the five elements is all over the world, and they can't escape it. If we can be together after death, I want to ...... I don't want to die, I don't want to die......"

Mu Xingqiu stepped back, his mood indescribable. He stepped on the arm of a man and hurriedly got out of the way, it was another dead talisman master.

Huangfu Yanghao wrote the talisman that he was most satisfied with, but he did not have a chance to see it sacrificed, and he lay there, his arms outstretched, his eyes wide open, as if he was very unconvinced by his death.

Mu Xingqiu was just about to walk away, when he saw something falling out of Huangfu Yanghao's arms, a large number of small paper bags, and a book.

Zhao Chuye once mentioned a plan, and also recruited a group of Fu Gong masters, and he was obviously very concerned about the Fu Gong Branch, which was independent from the Dao system.

Mu Xingqiu then picked up the book, and then cast a spell to put the small paper bag into the small leather bag on his waist.

There are some ways to write symbols in the book, which are not original to Huangfu Yanghao, and he adds detailed notes after each article, either praise or depreciation or addition or deletion, sometimes purely to express his feelings, the content is different, it can be seen that he has spent a lot of effort in this regard.

Mu Xingqiu was not as obsessed with the talisman as he was with pure spells, he took the scroll into his arms, and was about to leave, when a voice came from behind him: "Where is the place Ding?"

Zhao Chuye went and returned, but the Fu Master had already left with the local ding.

Mu Xingqiu didn't answer, and there was no need to answer, there was a black spot on Zhao Chuye's forehead, and the injury was not serious, but his expression was completely different from before, and there was no more indifference of a high-level Taoist priest, revealing a murderous intent that could not be more obvious.

His Taoist heart was broken.

Mu Xingqiu carried his left hand on his back, and changed the magic according to one of the memories he had just seen, and the mana in his body also functioned in the same way, but there were no spell details in his mud pill palace that could be thought about, and there were no magic weapons in his right hand - there were many things hidden in the small leather bag, and none of them could be used to cast advanced spells.

The pleated iron ruler and the flowing fire golden bell in Zhao Chuye's hand are qualified magic weapons.

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