Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 655 Demon Possession

Chapter 655 Demon Possession
"I still need to think about this matter carefully..."

Mu Baijun shook his head and said nothing more. He just waved his hand with a dull look and asked everyone to retreat and prepare for the battle tomorrow. He also arranged for Mu Lin, Lu Ye and others to connect, and he also needed to mobilize the human race to put out the forest fire.

It turned around and transformed back into its original dead tree form, still taking root on Wanhuai Mountain. It performed secret techniques to connect with the surrounding mountains and forests, absorbing spiritual energy to recover.

The fighting was fierce today, but in fact, from the beginning to the end, Mu Baijun did not move at all. Although it seemed that the tree roots surged up into the sky and turned into human form to dodge attacks and defenses, in fact, he had been connected to the spiritual veins at the foot of the mountain with his demonic power.

Mu Lin was puzzled and wanted to persuade him again.

Mu Sen beside him tried to persuade him - Junior brother, listen to Master's instructions, Master must have his own reasons.

Mu Lin had no choice but to give up.

So everyone worked together to put out the wildfire, make arrangements for the casualties, etc., and the busy work did not end until midnight.

At night, no matter whether it is a demon or a human, they can't even sleep well.

The Red Tiger Demon Holy Mother Tiger said that she will come again tomorrow. Who can sleep peacefully now?

The Thousand-Faced Judge came to meet Lu Ye with a worried look on his face and discussed privately...It looks like this Mujun Forest will soon become a forest of coffins, what do you think, my dear brother?
Lu Ye spread his hands helplessly.

How can you watch it? Of course, you can watch it standing up.

He knew what the Thousand-Faced Judge had not said, so he advised.

Brother, if we leave Mu Baijun behind and flee, not to mention the moral issues, this forest is full of wood demon clones, and we will be discovered by them before we get far.

No matter how honest Lao Mu is, how will he treat deserters and traitors?

Now, we can only hold on until the last moment, and then break out and escape in groups.

This is the helplessness of the weak. Brother, you actually know everything in your heart, but you just can't bear to see casualties, so you need me to make the decision for you.

The Thousand Faced Judge is familiar with everyone in the Dragon Snatching Alliance. Even the big thieves have soft feelings. Lu Ye is like a layer away from them, so he can make relatively objective judgments.

Although he was reluctant, he had no choice.

The Thousand-Faced Judge slapped his thigh and said angrily, "Let's just fight one day at a time and leave it to fate..."

So, the Red Tiger Demon Saint brought the Sky Pig Demon Saint and the Earth Ox Demon Saint together and assembled the army, and they arrived on time the next day.

Another great battle ensued, during which more than a thousand demon soldiers were killed, eight or nine Nascent Soul commanders were lost, and more than ten mountains near Wanhuai Mountain were destroyed.

At night, the armies of the Three Demon Saints slowly retreated, as if they were on time, leaving behind only a devastated Mujun Forest.

Time flies.

Soon it was late at night on the fourth day.

The army of the three demon saints retreated again.

Today is particularly dangerous.

Wanhuai Mountain has been flattened by half, and half of the surrounding hundreds of mountains have turned into scorched earth. The formation was almost broken today.

Mu Baijun's body was pierced several times by the Crescent-Shaped Piercing Magical Ability today, and his condition was very poor.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge met and discussed, and decided to follow the previous budget and prepare to escape with their men when the formation was broken.

Five thousand people were divided into ten teams, each team had old and weak monks.

Of course, the core 500 monks must form a team. This is the hope of the human race. As long as they break out, there is still a possibility of rebuilding the Dragon Stealing Alliance and Lingyun Sect.

As for the other teams that dispersed.

The Thousand-Faced Judge sighed and said helplessly.

"Let them run in different directions and leave it to fate..."

"With more than 5,000 people, some of them will be able to escape in the end."

"Maybe half, maybe one-tenth, but it's impossible for them all to be extinct, right?"

After experiencing many cruel things, the Thousand-Faced Judge has become a qualified human leader.

When he needs to be calm, he is especially rational, and living people become numbers in his mouth.

"I am only worried about the inheritance of the skills now."

"According to the previous plan, I have copied and rubbed the corresponding number of human cultivation techniques from entry level to Nascent Soul stage, as well as the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation Classics, and handed them to each team."

"In this way, the technique should be passed down intact as much as possible."

The Thousand Faces Judge only dared to say the word "maybe".

Lu Ye nodded slightly.

The human race without the inheritance of martial arts is just an ordinary mortal, meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Therefore, what the two of them are most concerned about is how to ensure that there is a steady stream of local immortal cultivators and that the skills can be passed down as completely as possible.

Thinking back to when the human territory of the Shiwan Dashan was breached, he didn't believe that Shang Tianti didn't distribute the jade slips of martial arts inheritance to the scattered teams.

But after a war, only three thousand years had passed, and if Lu Ye had not come, the Lingyun Sect's skills would have really been lost.

"Sigh..." Lu Ye sighed and expressed his worries.

The Thousand-Faced Judge shook his head and said casually, "It's difficult. If you want the skills to be passed down continuously, it must be passed on from mouth to mouth like a story or legend."

After hearing this, Lu Ye's eyes lit up and he turned to ask the Thousand-Faced Judge.

"Brother Qianmian, what you said makes sense!"

"If you are worried about the loss of the skills, you can pass all of these skills down to the disciples to memorize and recite."

"Especially those pseudo-spiritual root disciples. They are indeed not good at cultivation, but they have spiritual awareness and magic power, and can memorize the inheritance diagrams of the techniques in the jade slips of the techniques."

“They don’t need to cultivate to the relevant realm before learning the corresponding skills. They just need to treat it as a heritage hall for more than 2,000 humanoids.”

"You don't need to understand, you just need to remember."

"In this way, everyone is an elder who teaches skills."

"But they are all fake elders who teach skills, and they don't know the skills themselves."

"There are more than 2,000 elders who pass on their skills. If a few hundred escape and spread out to different places, even if the refugees enter other human villages, they can still ensure that the torch of inheritance will not be lost, right?"

A serious elder who teaches skills has a profound level of cultivation and superb skills. He can clear the fog that has been hindering his disciples' practice for a long time with just a few words. He can be called a guiding light and is a highly respected person in the sect.

The Luye version of the elder who teaches skills.

There are more than two thousand pseudo spiritual roots, which is a large enough supply. My own cultivation is still at the foundation building stage, but I remember a lot of profound skills up to the Nascent Soul stage. I don't seek to understand them all, as long as I remember that I can serve as a flame and scatter like stars in the sky, looking forward to igniting a prairie fire in the future.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was stunned.

"Can this still happen?"

Cultivation has always been a step-by-step process, and disciples in the Qi training stage can usually only come into contact with the skills of that level.

Part of the reason is that the skills are precious and are not easily passed on, so they become rules when passed down from generation to generation.

Another reason is that they are afraid that disciples may make mistakes in their practice. You know, breaking through a great realm may involve a test of the devil's mind.

Some people have never read about the relevant exercises, but still dream of becoming immortals by practicing qigong. If they have read about the relevant exercises, the illusion will only become more realistic, which will be a bad thing.

Therefore, the human cultivators in the Jiazi Village in Mujunlin have been living like this.

Low-level disciples only practice low-level techniques, and high-level techniques are only mastered by a few people. It’s not that Lu Ye and Thousand-Faced Judge are stingy, but only these few people have practiced to the corresponding level.

Now that the situation has opened up, no matter what level he has reached in his practice, it would be best to pass on a copy of the skills to everyone first.

If the cultivation method does not really require comprehending the artistic conception of the method inheritance diagram, then possessing magical powers and spiritual awareness is the minimum requirement.

Those mortal villagers who have not yet developed their pseudo-spiritual roots also have to serve as memory stakes.

Lu Ye suddenly proposed to do the opposite and spread the skills as far as possible.

The Thousand-Faced Judge pondered and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Yes.

Those pseudo-spiritual root disciples, who originally lack the potential for cultivation, don’t have to consider the dangerous demonic mind barriers in advanced realms. Can’t they just remember to die?
Unfortunately, their cultivation strength is insufficient, and fighting with monsters would be a death struggle. However, after cultivating immortals, their memory is amazing, and they are all experts at using it as memory sticks.

We guarantee that everyone is a top-notch talent, ready to give back to future generations.

The Thousand-Faced Judge laughed carefreely.

"My dear brother, your bone-changing pill is really useful." "I didn't expect that two thousand useless spiritual root disciples could have such a wonderful use."

"I'll arrange it right away..."

An eagle cried loudly in the sky.

The two of them looked up.

I saw a big black eagle flying across the horizon. It was too far away and as small as a black dot. After circling around, it seemed to be descending in the direction of Wanhuai Mountain.

The two didn't take it seriously.

Several days of fighting resulted in countless groups of fleeing animals. Their homes were destroyed and they fled in panic.

Because there are so many of them, there are always a small number of birds and animals flying and running around, which is not uncommon.

In comparison, the two of them will be busy all night long, because tomorrow may very well be the day when Mu Junlin Wanhuai Mountain will be breached.

The Thousand-Faced Judge had to copy nearly two thousand sets of jade slips for passing on skills in one night. Even with the help of hundreds of serious cultivators, it was not an easy task.

As for Lu Ye, he needs to regulate his breathing and meditate.

Tomorrow he and the Thousand-Faced Judge will personally protect five hundred genuine human cultivators and fight their way out of this bloody situation.

He needs to adjust his condition to his peak tonight.

If he were really caught up by the Demon Saint Lianxu, if it was just one demon, he might still have a chance to escape. But if all three Demon Saints arrived, even he would be helpless and there would only be death on the way.

"Oh my God... since the human race has defeated the demon race in the future."

"Please show your wisdom and share some of your luck with us to help thousands of people escape..."

Lu Ye, who has never believed in evil, also prayed silently to God.

late at night.

Lu Ye, who had just been sitting cross-legged in meditation for an hour, suddenly woke up. It turned out that Mu Lin came to visit him and said that his master wanted to see him.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was also among those invited.

Lu Ye and Thousand-Faced Judge were puzzled and hurriedly used their escape light to go forward. They just thought that Mu Baijun wanted to explain many things about the breakout tomorrow.

A moment later, three beams of light landed on the top of the mountain.

Then he saw Mu Baijun sitting cross-legged on a huge rock halfway up the slope of Wanhuai Mountain, which had been cut in half.

He was seen wearing a green robe, his face looked the same as before, and his upper body still looked like an old man. However, below the robe, over a hundred thick tree roots had penetrated deeply into the mountains, making him look like half man, half tree.

There were large holes on many of the tree roots, which were caused by the repeated piercing power of the Heavenly Pig Demon Saint Crescent Moon over the past few days.

Standing next to Mu Baijun was Mu Sen, another disciple of the Wood Demon who had transformed into a spirit.

When Lao Mu saw Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge coming, a friendly smile appeared on his face, as if he was not in a life-and-death crisis yet, and he had a calm and composed demeanor.

"My two dear nephews..."

"And my two disciples."

"Now all the high-level cultivators in my Mujun Forest have gathered."

"Let's discuss tomorrow's affairs."

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge bowed hurriedly.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was surprised. An hour ago, you, an old fool, drove people away without saying anything, why did you call them back an hour later?
Lu Ye lowered his head, expressionless. Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil.

I took an unintentional glance at it while I was saluting just now, from the perspective of the fish and dragon picture.

Mu Baijun's emerald green soul light ball has completely disappeared, and replaced by a dark green light ball that is nearly ten times more powerful.

From the perspective of the fish-dragon diagram, even the Qi-cultivating cultivators have their own soul light balls displayed, the only difference being the strength, brightness, and size.

In other words, this "Mu Baijun" in front of him, although his body looks like Mu Baijun, after all, the wounds on the tree roots under the Taoist robe cannot be fake.

There is also a strong alien demon power on it, which is the residual breath of the unique demon power of the Three Demon Saints.

But under this original body, the soul inside is definitely not Mu Baijun.

Was he possessed? Or was his Nascent Soul body devoured? Or was he under some evil spell?
Lu Ye even carefully looked at it a few more times.

During his spiritual practice, he had also seen spirits possessing other people.

For example, when he wore the vest of the Silver Hand Scholar and went to the island with Yin Yang Knife and Mi Yan Taoist to meet the subordinates of his elder brother, Master Du Wan, Du Wan cut off a soul and attached it to the subordinate's sea of consciousness, allowing him to spy on the details.

But from the perspective of the fish-dragon picture, it is also a mixture of two colors of light, and is definitely not purely one color.

What does this mean?
In just one hour, a powerful enemy took over Mu Baijun's body and devoured his soul, and everything happened silently.

With Mu Baijun's cultivation level as a Void Sage, not even the slightest sign of a struggle could be heard.

Lu Ye's heart suddenly tightened, he felt creepy, and he felt like he was about to explode.

"The tree demon in front of me is definitely not Mu Baijun!"

"A Refining Void Saint does not have such cultivation strength!"

"Although it is indeed the wooden body of Mu Baijun, his soul is definitely not it!"

"Wait, why does this soul light ball look familiar?"

"I must have seen it myself!"

When Lu Ye finished his salute and raised his waist, his eyes lit up and his heart skipped a beat.

He remembered—it was you, the little devil Mo Baiyi!

No, maybe it would be more accurate to say this.

Three thousand years ago, the little demon god Mo Baiyi, who was only at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul, was one of the direct disciples of the demon clan's ancestor Cangqiong Mozu.

The Ten Thousand Mountains realized that all races had united to kill people, and they had broken through to the God Transformation stage. They could kill everything and everyone in the world. If the master could get in the way, they would kill the master.

A cold-blooded and ruthless machine that is willing to sacrifice all its loved ones, relatives, and even itself for the sake of its goals.

Three thousand years have passed.

As expected, Lu Ye, this drinking buddy, relied on his ruthless killing to devour the devil's way, and his cultivation level soared all the way, and he grew into a pillar of the demon clan.

Mo Baiyi has already cultivated to the peak state of Mahayana, becoming the ancestor of the fleeing demons, and opening up a world for the demons to live in.

Then, it is said that for the sake of a secret treasure left behind by the demons, he sneaked back into the ancestral land and killed all the geniuses of the demon race who had the potential to be promoted to the Mahayana stage.

He sneaked into Baisui Mountain, fought against the Four Demon Saints alone, and escaped after fighting with Ancestor Kun. It is said that he was swallowed up by Ancestor Jinpeng without leaving any residue.

In other words, the Mu Baijun in front of him was a big shot who stood at the top of the pyramid of immortal cultivation in this world, just like the Manifested Saint... a seriously injured big shot.

But even if the other person is seriously injured, I'm afraid that just a breath would be enough to kill me, right?

Lu Ye suppressed the slightest movement of his expression, fearing that the other party would notice something was wrong.

Mujunlin has not been breached yet.

Old wood, you are gone just like that...

Alas!

The fact that Demon Baiyi could grow to this level was due to the efforts of himself and the three demon saint ancestors.

I just didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances.

Let's see what he says and does.

Lu Ye stood aside respectfully.

"Mu Baijun" coughed, looked around, and suddenly smiled.

"Everyone, see you today."

"Let me tell you one thing first."