Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 662 Two Thousand Firebearers

The Mahayana Saint, even if it is damaged, a rotten boat still has three pounds of iron nails, so don't try it lightly.

This guy Mo Baiyi has experienced all kinds of bloody storms and is definitely not a good person.

Lu Ye carefully suppressed his thoughts. The opponent had many magical powers and secret techniques, so he had to hide his malicious intentions.

The three of them fled along the way. Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge had their own magical instruments to sense each other's approximate positions.

An hour later, the three caught up with the big ship ahead.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was overjoyed when everyone reunited. He had thought that the three men were in great danger.

"Brother Lu..."

After greeting Lu Ye, he hugged each other, and his joy was beyond words.

Fifty years of sedimentation were enough time for the two of them to put aside their past filthiness and, faced with the great challenge of human survival, fight side by side with their backs turned for a glimmer of hope.

"How's the war going?"

After being overjoyed, the Thousand-Faced Judge couldn't wait to ask questions.

On the other side, Mo Baiyi's version of "Mu Baijun" got on the boat, opened his eyes, glanced at Mu Lin and Lu Ye, smiled and nodded, saying, "You two are doing well."

He closed his eyes again, transformed into a giant tree, took root on the deck, and began to recover his breath. Mu Lin carefully served him and prepared various elixirs.

He and Lu Ye were very well protected by "Mu Baijun". They hid on his shoulders during today's fight. There were heavy guards outside, and the magical powers that leaked in had been weakened, so the two of them could also resist it.

Therefore, after a fierce battle, both of them were in good condition and were not injured.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge whispered about various things happening on the battlefield.

He intentionally omitted the detail that Mo Baiyi used some secret technique to change people's cognition.

Because Lu Ye is not clear about the specific power and effect of this secret technique, does the recipient remember the scene of the technique?
He was wondering how to explain this to the Thousand-Faced Judge.

Mu Lin, who was next to him, finished his work and came over. The three of them were very familiar with each other, so he took over Lu Ye's conversation.

"Oh, I am so lucky today."

"The three demon saints are chasing us, and the master uses the tree god's magical power to fight them head-on."

"Brother Lu and I stood on Master's shoulders to block the aftermath of the various magical powers that penetrated the outer tree gods."

"But who would have thought that the three demon saints are in the same name and seem to be advancing and retreating together, but today I watched them fighting, and I found that each of them had ulterior motives."

"They are standing very far away, their magical powers don't cooperate with each other, and 90% of their energy is focused on their accomplices, fearing that they will be stabbed in the back."

"If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be able to return."

"Eh..." Mu Lin suddenly frowned and said in surprise, "They cooperated well when they attacked Mu Junlin before. Why is this happening?"

Snapped!
He slapped his thigh.

"I understand. Victory must be in sight. So I started to make some calculations."

Lu Ye was convinced by what he heard.

Good guy.

Mo Baiyi's magic power is very successful in brainwashing.

Judging from Mu Lin's words, he had completely forgotten the scene and memory of his master performing magic, and he was even able to make excuses for the inconsistent behavior of the Three Demon Saints.

This magical power is indeed very good and powerful.

After hearing this, the Thousand-Faced Judge immediately prayed, "God bless you."

Mu Lin continued to go back and take care of his master.

Only two people were left talking in low voices.

Let’s talk about today’s retreating teams first. The two of them felt heavy-hearted. Among the twenty-five teams, more than seven hundred people were destroyed at the hands of the Three Demon Saints.

I wonder among the remaining people, only 40% to 50% out of 10 can survive in the end?

In the Middle Ages, spiritual energy was abundant, but it was truly a nightmare era for the human race.

The Thousand-Faced Judge mentioned this to Lu Ye.

Ever since seeing the miserable plight of the refugees, the atmosphere on the ship has become very depressing. No matter whether they are cultivating immortal seeds or pseudo-spiritual roots, everyone is in a state of agitation.

Today, there were several people who tried to practice forcefully to forget their troubles, but they all went astray, got injured, and vomited blood.

Lu Ye sighed.

Even if one has seen so many deaths and lives, one’s heart may not be able to harden.

At this moment, suddenly a group of disciples knelt in front of Shang Tianti and Lu Ye.

They kowtowed and cried.

"Master Shang, Elder Lu."

"We must avenge our fellow tribesmen who died tragically!"

“They died tragically!”

Among these disciples, there are core immortal seeds and a large number of pseudo-spiritual root disciples.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge hurriedly tried to comfort them and swore to pay the demon clan back with blood.

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came.

"I just cried and begged others to avenge my relatives."

"Have you ever thought about whether you can do something for revenge?"

"Or do you only dare to think about it in your mind and talk about it, but not dare to do it yourself?"

"What blood feud? It's just talk?"

There were disciples whose eyes were red from crying. Their loved ones and relatives were included in the escape team, and were caught by the Three Demon Saints and made into flesh cushions and bone banners, ending up with a tragic death.

Immediately, one of the disciples turned around in anger.

"Who's farting?"

"I am willing to sacrifice my life for revenge, so what else can I not do?"

He looked in the direction of the voice and was stunned after he finished cursing.

They saw that "Mu Baijun" had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at them with indifference.

puff.

The disciple's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, looking dejected.

If I insult a great demon, especially a virtual demon at the level of a refining demon, I'm afraid even the sect leader and the elders won't be able to save me.

Your own life and death is a trivial matter, but if you implicate your fellow tribesmen on the ship, that would be a disastrous loss.

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge wanted to plead for him.

"Mu Baijun"'s figure shook, and he changed from a tree to a human form. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the disciple who was lying on the ground felt a breeze blowing, straightening him up.

Mo Baiyi ignored this person's minor offense.

He looked at the kneeling human disciples and spoke softly.

"I am from the demon clan, but I am a wood demon, not an animal demon. I am not the same as those man-eating animal demons..."

In fact, there is a big problem with what he said.

There are also man-eating wood monsters, but no one is so blind as to point out the mistakes of Lianxu Musheng.

"Many of you are descendants of those who fled from the Shiwan Mountains with Lingyun Sect's immortal cultivation seeds when I led them there."

"When Lingyun Sect was at its peak, its strength was not much worse than yours."

"There are also Divine Transformation cultivators in charge, a lot of Nascent Soul Golden Cores, and tens of thousands of people."

"But didn't they flee in the end?"

"So, finding a place to stay, practice, and gather people is nothing more than repeating the old path. It won't work anymore."

"Even if you are lucky enough to escape this time, your descendants will be trapped in the fear of today all day long."

"It's just a matter of when the fear will come."

The disciple who had just spoken offensively asked in tears.

"May I ask Wood Saint, is there no hope for us humans?"

"Mu Baijun" said calmly.

"Of course there is. You two leaders have figured out a way." "It is a difficult and dangerous path that will require countless lives to fill."

"Besides, it is extremely more dangerous than the old road."

"If we follow the old path, at least some of you will survive."

"If you take this new path, I'm afraid many of you won't have a good ending and won't live long."

Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge felt a tightness in their hearts, knowing that "Mu Baijun" was talking about the Path of the Fire Bearer.

This is clearly your idea.

Don't put it on us!
But the two of them couldn't refute it.

The kneeling disciple immediately looked at the Thousand-Faced Judge and Lu Ye with expectation.

"Master Shang, Elder Lu!"

"What is it?"

"As long as it's beneficial to our human race, a mere life is nothing at all!"

"Disciple is willing to go!"

Lu Ye frowned and said nothing. How could Mo Baiyi be so kind as to incite his own people like this?
However, when Mo Baiyi was talking just now, he did not use his strange magical powers to seduce everyone. I wonder if it was because the previous battle consumed too much energy and it was inconvenient to use.

He had guessed what Mo Baiyi was thinking.

To create trouble for the demon clan's rule.

He doesn't care about the suffering of the human race. As long as the human race is strong enough and can fight against the demon race in the future, it will be the hope for the demon race to return to their ancestral land.

Humph.

Mo Baiyi also didn't expect that in the future, the human race would rise and overthrow the demon race, and the demon race had been trapped in the Double-Winged Demon Realm for tens of thousands of years until Kong Kong Xiucai discovered the space channel, triggering a war between the two races.

No matter what private motives Mo Baiyi had, what he said made sense!
Relying solely on the path of gathering together for practice is indeed a dead end. In other words, it will take a very long time to complete this path, and there is almost no hope.

The Thousand-Faced Judge saw that all his disciples were looking up at him expectantly.

He sighed inwardly and slowly told the story of the Firebringer Project.

After the Thousand-Faced Judge explained it in detail, he said softly.

"My disciples, are you listening?"

“This road is more dangerous.”

"You need to hide your identities, disguise yourself as refugees, and take the initiative to infiltrate the monster tribes' cities."

"Use yourself as a torch, and quietly pass on the skills and writings in the human villages."

"With inheritance as the first priority, we may encounter various dangers along the way."

"Sacrificing one's life for the cause is the simplest, as is enduring humiliation, keeping a low profile, and everything is centered around inheritance."

"As long as the skills are passed down and spread to all the villages and towns of our human race on the five continents."

“This road divides our group into two.”

"Those with outstanding spiritual roots should gather together to continuously deduce the skills and produce high-level cultivators. In the future, they will connect the entire human race. These people will be the fire keepers, protecting the continuous source of fire for the human race."

"They are pseudo-spiritual roots with no hope of higher cultivation. They need to be fire bearers and spread the skills. If they cannot complete it themselves, their relatives, descendants, and disciples will complete it, spreading the human race's skills."

"In this way, high-level monks are the trunk, and low-level monks are the branches, connecting all the human settlements in the five states."

"There are a large number of people in our race. As long as the inheritance continues, there will be a steady stream of cultivators accumulating strength. One day this sapling will grow into a towering tree and poke a hole in the sky of the demon race!"

"It's just that you, including us, are destined not to see that day."

"Let's not talk about anything else. The five continents are so vast that just walking to the end of one continent might take you a lifetime."

"We will be the ancestors who planted the trees, and provide a piece of quiet land to protect the future generations from wind and rain. When the time comes to harvest the fruits, perhaps we will have been forgotten and become the rotten soil under the roots of the trees."

"You guys, are you still willing to go?"

The disciples kneeling below were silent for a moment.

Lu Ye scanned the faces of the kneeling disciples one by one. In the past fifty years, he could call out the names of each of these disciples.

For example, the disciple who just offended "Mu Baijun" is the descendant of the siblings Lei Bing and Lei Shuang.

There are several major surnames among the descendants of Lingyun Sect.

One is the surname Shang of Shang Tianti and Shang Ling'er, one is the surname Jia of Jia Yi, and one is the surname Lei.

There should have been more surnames, but at that time Jia Yi led his powerful disciples back to the Shiwan Mountains, and they should have died in the battle.

The Lei brothers and sisters escaped from the boundary stakes in the territory of the Three Demon Kings and entered the territory when Lu Ye achieved the state of transformation into a god.

They were young, and presumably it would be late for them to get married and start a family. Their descendants’ cultivation was also inferior to that of their peers. However, by some strange coincidence, they stayed in the Mujun Forest and multiplied into a large clan.

Now that the road is before them, what choice will they make?
Lu Ye was in mixed feelings. He didn't want them to agree, but he was also afraid that they wouldn't agree. He had the same complicated feelings as if he was raising a child and was afraid that the child would not live up to his expectations, but also afraid that the child would be too stubborn.

However, people need to save themselves before God can save them.

If humans want to resist, they have to rely on their own backbone and spirit of sacrifice.

Well, are these disciples of the Dragon Seizing Alliance and Jiazi Village strong enough and courageous enough to sacrifice their lives for justice?

The Lei disciple on the ground was still thinking with his head down.

Village chief Jia Sanshijiu stood up tremblingly.

"These pseudo-spiritual root disciples have low cultivation bases and need to conceal their whereabouts and avoid the eyes and ears of the demon tribe. I'm afraid that even a lifetime won't be enough to fly to the northernmost part of Dazhongzhou!"

"Although I have reached the Nascent Soul stage, I no longer have the potential to advance, and I still have two hundred years to live."

"Please allow me, Master and Great Elder, to be the first person to pass on the fire!"

"I'm going to the northernmost tip of Great Central Continent!"

Jia Sanshijiu is the old village chief and a Nascent Soul elder in the New Lingyun Sect. He volunteered to take action.

The Lei disciple no longer hesitated and stood up.

"Elder Jia, you are old and weak, so you should go somewhere close!"

"This Xihezhou is pretty good."

He patted his chest.

"I also have spiritual roots, I have cultivated to the Golden Core level, and I am still young."

"I'm not going to Dazhongzhou, I'm going to Beishazhou!"

"There are also my fellow human beings there. I want to bring them the inheritance of my skills!"

There was a disciple with an abstract appearance among the pseudo-spiritual roots nearby. He also stood up in dissatisfaction after hearing this.

"Elder Jia, Senior Brother Lei!"

"What's wrong with fake spiritual roots?"

"I can also go to Beishazhou!"

"Don't look down on my poor cultivation. Please, Master and the elders, give me a few bottles of bone-changing pills."

"I will spend my whole life on the road, and pass on the knowledge to as many families as I can."

"Even if my life span runs out and my legs are too short to reach the destination, I will still give birth to more children."

"It would be best if they have spiritual roots. If they don't have spiritual roots, we can use the Bone Changing Pill to create fake spiritual roots for them."

"Let them pass on the flame for me, and let their descendants keep going north, and eventually they will arrive there one day."

Someone next to you suddenly said coldly that you are ugly and no woman may be willing to have a child with you.

This fake spiritual root disciple was furious.

"So what if I'm ugly?"

"Since no one wants to have a child with me, I will take in a disciple and an adopted son."

"We can't stop passing on the torch."

"Don't forget..." He showed a proud expression on his ugly face, "My last name is Shang!"

"The first leader of Lingyun Sect is my ancestor!"

"I shed blood and sacrificed for it, and chose the most difficult path. Shouldn't this be justified?"

"If I don't pass on the fire, am I still worthy of the surname Shang?"

(End of this chapter)