Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 660: Fire Bearer

Mu Lin responded honestly and left obediently to replace the Thousand-Faced Judge at the helm.

Soon the Thousand-Faced Judge arrived, and he and Lu Ye sat respectfully opposite Mo Baiyi, listening attentively.

Lu Ye pondered in his heart.

This demon Baiyi has been acting unexpectedly many times, without any scruples at all. This time he is looking for the two of them, to discuss or inform them, it must be something concerning the human race.

Do you need to use our human race as cannon fodder?

Let's see what he says.

When Mo Bai saw the two of them arrived, he coughed and sighed.

"My dear nephews, we are family, so let's not beat around the bush."

"I'll use a little trick to confuse the pursuers behind me. It may delay them for a day or two."

"But they will catch up eventually, and then a big war will break out."

"I won't be able to take care of the people on the ship. They are a burden and will be dragged down and killed miserably."

"So they took this opportunity to disperse."

"Only the two of you and Mu Lin will stay on the boat. All those below the Nascent Soul stage will disperse."

"Besides, with us showing some traces in front as bait, even if the demons behind them catch up with them, they probably won't care to do anything."

“They are more likely to survive.”

Lu Ye and Thousand Faces Judge nodded heavily. This was an open secret. Everyone was mentally prepared and had made plans long ago.

That is, a hundred mortals are formed into a team, with a few fake spiritual root monks, and scattered in all directions to become refugees. As a last resort, they will join the demon tribe and become slaves to wait for the future.

As for the 500 regular monks, they were divided into several small teams. This was the team of hope for the human race. They had decided on a gathering place and it was up to their luck.

Mo Baiyi coughed.

"How the mortals escape is up to you to decide."

"I don't care how those immortal seeds escape."

"But I have some personal opinions about those fake spiritual root disciples."

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge were surprised when they heard this.

To put it bluntly, those pseudo-spiritual root disciples are in a state of neither status nor position, being stuck in the middle and feeling very awkward.

In Jiazi Village, they are considered to have a middle status. They are not as important as the true immortal seeds, nor as numerous and powerful as ordinary people.

How come "Old Wood" has special plans for them?
The two of them perked up and said respectfully, "Senior, please speak."

Mo Baiyi spoke lightly.

"Those fake spiritual root disciples should not flee as a group. They can travel together, but it is best to disperse and flee one by one in the end."

"The more scattered the better."

"Escape to where there are more humans. It's best to turn back."

"Nowadays, there are the most monsters in Dazhongzhou, and naturally the most humans as well. It would be best for them to return to the various human gathering places in Dazhongzhou."

"The demon race has a thousand large cities in Dazhongzhou. It should be enough for the two of them to go to one."

"They have only one mission, which is to pass on the human race's skills to the local human race."

The Thousand-Faced Judge was shocked when he heard this.

"Senior, after all, you have invested a lot of resources to train these two thousand disciples."

"Throw them all in all directions and disperse them completely. They can be dispersed but not gathered together."

"Hasn't it been in vain that these two thousand disciples were trained?"

"Wouldn't it be better to let them take care of the elderly and the weak, like fish in water?"

Mo Baiyi snorted coldly.

"The human race is weak right now. Even if two thousand low-level cultivators gather together, what can they accomplish?"

"One demon saint can chase you to the point where you have no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth."

"The human race should now spread these two thousand disciples across the land. Wherever there are human beings, there will be knowledge of the skills to be spread. This way, we can accumulate knowledge for the future."

"Only in this way can the human race have hope."

"If you build a Lingyun Sect like you do, it won't even affect an area a thousand miles away."

"How long do we have to wait before the Dharma is spread across the five continents?"

"I'm afraid it will take thousands of years to finish. How can we talk about saving the human race from suffering?"

"You know, on earth, according to the proportion, there are probably only a thousand people on earth who know that their clan has a cultivation heritage? The rest of the people live in pain and hopelessness."

"If you don't give them hope, they will sink into despair. After thousands of years, I'm afraid they will all become numb and insensitive."

"So, these low-level disciples should not fight or flee aimlessly, but take root here. Even if they become slaves, they should pass on the inheritance and let more people know about it."

The devil was beaten.

"This... is the fate of the two thousand disciples of this generation."

The Thousand-Faced Judge said blankly.

"Even if I have to become a slave or a fugitive, sneaking into a human village, and may not even have a chance to shine once in my lifetime, or even suffer insults and misunderstandings, and have to hide my identity, just to spread the skills and texts?"

"It's even possible that after a lifetime of preparation, it will not even have time to blossom and bear fruit, and it will just wither away?"

Mo Baiyi nodded vigorously.

"If you want to save your people, where is the hope without sacrifice and bloodshed?"

"Even if someone insults or hurts you, before you resist, you should ask whether the skills have been passed down."

"If you can't do it, you don't even have the right to die, let alone resist."

The Thousand-Faced Judge was speechless. He only felt that Lao Mu’s family was gone and he had gone crazy. These were the words that a wood demon like you could say.

You keep saying "saving the human race", aren't you a demon?
Lu Ye suddenly interrupted and asked back.

"So you want two thousand fake spiritual root disciples to be the fire bearers?"

Mo Baiyi was stunned when he heard this and then burst into laughter.

"Yes, be a fire bearer."

"Today it is just a tiny spark, but given time and with a strong wind, it may become a continuous wildfire and burn this turbid world to the ground!"

"It is to burn oneself to illuminate the people."

Mo Baiyi added in his mind - of course, everything is a tool for our demon clan to return to the ancestral world.

Although the human race is not among the top 100 races, they are intelligent and know how to cultivate. Since they can cultivate to the state of incarnation, they may be able to become higher-level cultivators in the future.

Moreover, the reproductive capacity of the human race far exceeds that of the demon race. Will the prosperous human race in the future be willing to be slaves of the demon race?

If today's plan succeeds, it will be a divine move that will enable our demon clan to return to our ancestral realm and reach the pinnacle again in the future!
The more Mo Baiyi thought about it, the more proud he became.

Originally, the target of possession was not chosen well, but he accidentally observed and came into contact with these inferior people for a whole day.

Only then did he realize the potential of these inferior tribes that he had previously ignored and treated like weeds.

The two "good nephew" leaders are qualified, but they don't have the courage to give up everything.

So what if we have two thousand disciples?
If it weren't for the fact that the old and weak are unable to remember the complicated cultivation techniques, it would be best if all 5,000 men were scattered across the five continents and voluntarily surrender to the demon clan and become slaves!

This generation is destined to be sacrificed.

It is enough to leave a few hundred immortal cultivators to establish a human race headquarters to ensure a continuous supply of elites and to contact various human race forces in the future.

This is what a qualified rebel race should do.

Success may not be achieved in this present time, nor may it be achieved by me. Everything I do is paving the way for future generations.

Lu Ye's expression was complicated, and he wanted to say something stupid in his heart.

Is the world crazy or am I crazy?

You, a rebel leader of the demon race, come here to guide the human revolution.

It's really like a weasel leading the chickens in a rebellion.

How embarrassing it makes me feel.

The Thousand-Faced Judge turned around and looked at Lu Ye, his eyes blank. He had been brainwashed.

"My dear brother, what the senior said seems to make sense..."

Lu Ye shook his head.

“It’s easier said than done.”

“Perhaps the disciples who were originally from the Dragon Seizing Alliance or the refugees, who have seen their relatives fall to the demons, can be persuaded.”

"The villagers of the original Jiazi Village have lived a peaceful life for hundreds of years. Now they have to abandon their loved ones and run thousands of miles away to become slaves in the human village under the command of the demon tribe."

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"Two thousand fire bearers must be willing and have a spirit of sacrifice to do this."

"Otherwise, you're playing with fire and getting burned."

"Moreover, sending disciples on such a large scale to spread the fire, with so many people and so many years, the demon tribe might know about it."

The Thousand-Faced Judge's eyes finally came to clarity.

"Yes," he turned to the Thousand Faces Judge and said, "I'm afraid we can't find so many volunteers." "The demon tribe is also a problem."

Mo Baiyi sneered.

"What's so difficult about this?"

"This plan is fast. The Fire Bearers will take root and then train new Fire Bearers to spread out."

"By the time the demons find out, the human heritage will have already spread everywhere. Can the demons still wipe out all the humans?"

"By then, everyone could be a fire bearer, and everyone would be safe."

"As for your concerns about the volunteers."

"Yes, very soon."

"Just wait."

The topic came to an abrupt end, and the three of them turned around to discuss and decided to disperse the old and weak immediately.

However, the Fire Spreader plan was already on the minds of the three men, so the two thousand pseudo-spiritual root disciples did not disperse.

One hundred immortal cultivation seeds were separated, most of whom had reached the Golden Core stage. They had loved ones and friends in the fleeing team and did not want to be separated, so they volunteered to escape together.

These old and weak were divided into more than twenty teams, each team was assigned four or five cultivators as guards, and they scattered in all directions as refugees.

There are more than 20 teams fleeing, and whether they can escape depends on their luck.

The boats choose a place to land.

The Thousand-Faced Judge and Lu Ye announced the escape and dispersion plan, and the villagers of Xinjia Village burst into tears.

Cultivators, pseudo-spiritual roots, and mortals are all one. Perhaps each family member has one of these identities. Maybe you have a loved one in the disbanding queue, but you cannot go with him.

We all live in troubled times, we are not so naive, we have seen many cruelties, although our crying voices are not loud, and the tears stop quickly.

In about a quarter of an hour, they were divided into lines and said goodbye to their relatives and friends. Countless people came to kowtow to Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge.

After this farewell, I don’t know if we will see each other again in this life.

The Thousand-Faced Judge's ugly face turned red, and Lu Ye frowned and said nothing.

What a terrible moment.

After a while, more than 20 teams with a total of more than 2,000 people had left in all directions. Each team had four or five monks, and they were guaranteed to be able to carry a magic weapon and leave at a low altitude.

Wait until the ship sets sail again.

The densely packed crowd on the deck was now half empty, leaving only "Mu Baijun" sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cabin with a calm look on his face. The grafted mutated dandelion behind him was still collecting the breath of everyone and spreading it around to create a false formation.

There were more than 2,000 people missing from the boat, and the remaining humans were in a depressed mood, keeping silent and focusing on their cultivation.

Everyone had a premonition that a storm was coming.

In this way, he escaped for another two days and had flown thousands of miles, entering the territory of Xihezhou and even passing through the territories of several little demons.

"Mu Baijun" slightly exuded the unique aura of a high-level demon clan, and those low-level demons shrank into their caves, pretending not to see that their territory was being traversed.

This day.

The boat is flying forward.

Mo Baiyi suddenly opened his eyes and slapped the grafted dandelion tree standing behind him. The tree turned into a pure green light and was absorbed into his body.

"coming!"

"You won't need this thing anymore!"

Everyone was shocked and looked behind them.

Sure enough, a group of evil clouds were rapidly approaching in the distant sky, and the evil aura was rising to the sky.

Its flying speed is extremely fast.

The flying boats were far behind, and the distance between the two sides was closing rapidly.

Mo Baiyi turned his head and observed for a moment, then suddenly snorted coldly.

"These monsters... beast monsters, they have always been like this, their bad habits never change..."

He waved his robe sleeves, and a ball of green light appeared on the boat, illuminating the scene on the evil cloud in the distance.

Many humans on the boat burst into tears immediately, and some even cursed out loud.

In the demon cloud, the three demon saints were standing on a mat of flesh.

Looking more closely, that was not a carpet of flesh and blood, but rather a bunch of human heads with hideous and painful faces pierced together by demonic power.

In addition, there is a bone banner on the cushion, which is made of hundreds of human bones and is more than ten feet high.

There is still flesh and blood on the bones of this white bone banner, and the material is fresh, which shows that it comes from the group of people who died unjustly in The Carnal Prayer Mat. Some of the bones even have signs of having been eaten.

You can imagine what those refugees went through.

A thirty-nine-year-old man burst into tears.

"Fortieth brother, seventieth brother!"

"And my great-nephew."

"I recognized the faces of seven teams."

"Damn it! We divided into 25 teams, and seven of them were destroyed by these evil beasts!"

"They don't even spare mortals!"

The Thousand-Faced Judge angrily took out the Judge's Pen and roared angrily.

"If I don't die today, I will avenge my fellow tribesmen who were unjustly killed in the future!"

Mo Baiyi said coldly.

"Let's just get through today first..."

"They're coming!"

"One of you will take charge of the boat and flee, and the other one will follow me and Mu Lin..."

After he finished explaining, he took a step out of the ship and transformed into a tree-man over a hundred feet tall, with countless branches and vines spreading out, and Mu Lin standing on his shoulders.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was about to catch up, but Lu Ye grabbed him and held him down.

"Brother Qianmian, the people on the ship are in a panic. Only you can calm them down."

"Don't fight with me for this. You know I'm more capable than you. I'll go..."

He took a step forward, threw out the bone sword, and his figure flashed, teleporting to Mo Baiyi's shoulder.

Let’s just get through this hurdle today and don’t worry about having any hidden cards.

Mo Bai carried two people on his shoulders, revealed his true form as a wooden man, and blocked the way of the three monsters.

On the Carnal Prayer Mat, the three demon saints stood up, waved the white bone banners, and made a sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Run! Why don't you run away?"

"Mu Baijun, this is where you will die today!"

Lu Ye thought to himself, you are too late, Mu Baijun died a long time ago.

Mo Baiyi responded coldly.

"Shut up, if you want to fight, then fight!"

The three demon saints were furious and immediately attacked together.

In their eyes, the inferior tribes were like ants. They had suffered a great loss this time, being treated like dogs and walking around for several days. They caught a few insignificant escapees and killed them to vent their anger, leaving their remains behind to chase after them to shock people.

Now the real owner has arrived.

The three demon saints roared, crushed the Carnal Prayer Mat, and burst the White Bone Banner. They each jumped into the air to reveal their original forms that were a hundred feet in size and began to attack.

Green light surged on Mo Baiyi's body, and he used the Tree God's Descent technique. The green vines on his body surged like light and transformed into thousands of various weapons.

At this time, the three demon saints in the air each used three or five magical powers and attacked together with their spiritual weapons.

Mo Baiyi then ordered various wooden spirit soldiers to meet the attack.

There was a constant rumbling sound.

He actually chose to fight hard.

On Mo Baiyi's shoulder.

Mu Lin and Lu Ye were already standing together.

The Sky Pig Demon Saint's fang-piercing magical power is the most deadly.

Occasionally, various magical powers would slip through Mo Baiyi's defense, and the two would strike hard and defeat them.

Mu Lin transmitted a message to Lu Ye through his spiritual consciousness... When the master was in the state of the descending tree spirit, his escape speed dropped greatly, but his physical defense doubled. He could withstand attacks from spiritual soldiers and most magical powers, but this state could not last long.

While talking.

Mo Bai retreated step by step. Even though Mu Lin and Lu Ye tried their best to intercept him, many magical powers hit his tree, causing green sap to flow out and causing injuries.

But Lu Ye has great confidence in "Mu Baijun". What a joke.

The remaining Mahayana saint is still a Mahayana, even if he is trapped in a body of Lianxu, he must have some tricks up his sleeve.

If Mo Baiyi dares to go into battle, he must be somewhat confident.

On the battlefield, as Mo Baiyi was injured, green blood flowed everywhere, and faint seven-colored flowers formed on his body surface. After the demonic power in the field evaporated, a faint green odorless barrier gas enveloped the three demon saints.

(End of this chapter)