Celestial Masters Alliance

I looked at the blade in my hand absently and threw it towards the pile of insect corpses. The stench and billowing smoke from the burning clothes drifted towards the woods. Along with the burning heat wave, there were also some light debris. A one-inch photo floated out of nowhere and landed at my feet. I pinched Mu Mu’s arm. , bending down to pick it up.

In the photo is a little boy less than one year old, wearing a watermelon suit, with a round head, a chubby little face, and eyes that are narrowed into crescent moons when he smiles. Anyone who looks at him will smile kindly at him.

I turned the photo over and saw the date written on the back. I looked back at the pile of burning insect corpses again, and my heart was stabbed by an invisible needle. They are not born with a bag of bugs, they are other people's sons and other people's fathers. In order to make money to support their families, they don't even know what they are doing until they die.

Thinking about the vast team entering the desert this time, how many of them were innocent. Ren Litian is an old bastard who killed so many people just to give himself a younger body!

"What's wrong?" Mu Mu noticed something strange about me and slowed down and asked. Before I could answer, he had turned his back to me, squatted at my feet and said, "I'll carry you. You can relax for a while and regain some strength!"

I grabbed the wooden hood and pulled it off, then pulled him up by the hood and winked at the backs of Zhang Lingxi and Ma Tiantong. Needless to say, wood is already understood by heart.

I have saved the lives of Zhang Lingxi and Ma Tiantong. No matter what dangers lie ahead, neither of them will abandon me. However, they do not owe Mu Mu, so Mu Mu must have the strength to protect himself. Mu Mu didn't take it seriously with me. He glanced at the photo in my hand, sighed softly, and gathered his eyebrows helplessly to form a small knot. I casually put the photo into my pocket with a heavy heart.

Zhang Lingxi and Ma Tiantong were moving very fast, and the blue flames they used to open the way almost dissipated as Mu Mu and I approached. The fantastical woods during the day immediately transformed into eerie and terrifying after nightfall. The mountain monsters lurking in the woods tried to approach the defensive line of fire, but did not dare to attack rashly. The animals also silently opened their eyes and saluted us. The blue flames reflected in their pupils, reflecting different lights of red, green and orange, and shadowed in the grass.

"Hey! Does it look like we're walking on the red carpet?" I greeted forward. In fact, it was because I couldn't hold it any longer, and Zhang Lingxi was like a flying monkey whose butt was on fire.

Hearing my teasing, he paused in a dignified manner, and after we caught up with him, he covered his mouth and whispered: "It will become very dangerous here at night. My phosphorus fire is not a real phosphorus fire. Once the mountain demon finds out, They will attack us without any scruples."

What does it mean that it is not a true phosphorus fire? I glanced at the line of fire burning along the tree trunk. The line of fire was just swaying close to the tree trunk, burning in the air and not igniting any plants in the forest. Is it just a deception? Not for environmental protection?

"The mountain demons belong directly to the underworld. They are here to guard the interface between our space and another space. The phosphorus fire can confuse the aura on our bodies and make them mistakenly think that we come from the underworld." Zhang Lingxi explained while holding my arm. Putting it on his shoulders, the combined force with the wood almost lifted me up.

"Underworld? Is it the world that people go to after death?" My voice was unconsciously playful.

"Use science to explain that it is a magnetic field ring. Just because we can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Just like these mountain monsters, only after seeing them can we truly believe that this species exists in the world. But the human spiritual power produces The magnetic field should not be underestimated, that world..." Zhang Lingxi shook her head and pursed her lower lips.

"Is Dragon's Breath Island also another world?"

Ma Tiantong, who had been leading the way ahead, suddenly stopped when he heard the words "Longxi Island" and looked back at us. His eyes were full of complexity. Before I had time to capture these complications, he had already turned back and continued. The way is open.

Zhang Lingxi was also surprised by the question I asked. After I pressed him again and again, he answered perfunctorily: "It is recorded in the book that as far back as the Western Jin Dynasty, monsters were rampant and provoked wars. The heavenly masters at that time united to imprison the monsters who caused trouble. I used magic to create Dragon's Breath Island..." At this point, Zhang Lingxi chuckled unceremoniously: "Who knows whether it was to suppress monsters or to imprison alien parties who seek power and usurp the throne. Greed is the monster."

Zhang Lingxi advocates science and always explains problems from a scientific perspective, including the attitude towards the sharks that flooded the ancient creatures. But when I thought about the green-haired monster at the bottom of the lake that I had never really seen before, and the crocodile-headed monster leaping up from the sea, I couldn't help but shudder. Let’s simply stop the topic about Longxi Island.

The dragging of Mu Mu and Zhang Lingxi made me dizzy and I vomited out the glucose water I drank. Even so, they did not intend to stop and rest. I was dizzy and breathless, gritting my teeth and trying not to delay.

In order to arouse my emotions, Zhang Lingxi almost said in an encouraging tone: "Do you know about the system update?"

"Firewall?" Seeing that I didn't have the energy to reply, Mumu interrupted to ask.

"Almost! The defense system of Fuxian Lake will be updated every sixty years. During the update period, the ability to resist external intrusions is reduced to a minimum, so we'd better enter Fuxian Lake during the system update and restart the system before Come out, otherwise you may be locked up in Fuxian Lake for sixty years."

"You mean we won't be able to get out if the system in Fuxian Lake is restarted?" I asked nervously, an idea entering my mind.

"It's not just us, they are too." Zhang Lingxi raised her chin towards a burning corpse by the woods. Only then did I realize that the blood fountain I had seen in the dim light was not real blood. In fact, it was the silkworms who cut the men in black with their golden wires, which inspired the bugs in their bodies. The bugs burst out of the wounds like crazy. Now these corpses are like The tall and strong man turned into a ball of squirming insects, and his state was extremely disgusting.

Mu Mu suddenly frowned and glanced at me, saying nothing.

Running around all night, I fainted several times. Every time I woke up, I was running for my life in the dark. The mountain demon has always been very calm. I don't know whether it is really afraid of the phosphorus fire, or it realizes that we are walking out of the forest and does not make things difficult for us.

When the forest glowed with orange-red light, we stepped out of the mirage. There is a time difference between the desert and the mirage. At this time, the desert is at noon when the sun is shining brightly. The yellow sand under my feet echoed the scorching sun. I actually missed this heat wave. The vague and unsteady feeling in the mirage was really shuddering.

We collapsed on the hot sand, stretched our bodies, and Zhang Lingxi closed her mouth in exhaustion. Until the yellow sand was rolled up by the violent airflow and hit our faces, forcing us to get up to cover ourselves.

If it wasn't a sandstorm, we wouldn't be so unlucky. What gives life to the sand is the propeller of an old helicopter. The sound of the engine is deafening. There is an inspiring illusion. Are we saved? Or are we about to face another fierce battle?

Zhang Lingxi and Ma Tiantong stepped forward to block me behind them, and the wood pulled me up from the ground and put me on alert.

Ma Tiantong's guard suddenly dropped after the plane door opened. It was obvious that he was a friend, not an enemy.

A tall masked woman walked straight towards Ma Tiantong. Because the sound of the propeller moving the air was too loud, I pulled the wood and leaned over regardless of etiquette. I only heard her say to Ma Tiantong: "Let's go! I'll take you there!" "

Ma Tiantong's expression was rarely excited, and he shouted loudly: "You will be criticized by the Miao family if you do this! You know very well..." Ma Tiantong suddenly stopped, glanced at me, and sighed.

Is this woman from the Miao family? Does it have anything to do with me? I got excited thinking about this.

The veiled woman noticed my strange expression and took off the scarf covering her face under the flying sand.

She is not stunningly beautiful, but there is an air of peace between her brows and eyes. I think she looks familiar.

"Last time, I couldn't introduce myself because of the arrangements made by the Miao family's grandma. Now it's the first time we've met!" The woman extended a hand of friendship to me, and I held it hesitantly. "Hello, my name is Zhao Jinglan."

"Hello, I am..." I didn't know how to introduce myself. They must all know my life experience.

Zhao Jinglan responded very understandingly: "I know, you are Zhu Mo!"

I was a little embarrassed and glanced at the wood. Seeing Zhao Jinglan reaching out to hold the wood again, I began to mutter in my heart again, the surname is Zhao? So does she have anything to do with wood?

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly!" Zhang Lingxi urged impatiently.

Zhao Jinglan smiled and took us onto the helicopter. Although this helicopter is a bit dilapidated, the space inside is not small. The two rows of seats facing each other can still accommodate the five of us. There is only one pilot in the helicopter. He nodded politely when he saw us coming up and down, and then started operating. The helicopter leaves the ground.

Zhao Jinglan kept her eyes on Ma Tiantong, covering her mouth from time to time and speaking into Ma Tiantong's ears. It seems that the two of them are people with stories.

Seeing that the danger had been resolved, Mu Mu disassembled the Dingshen pestle, took off the golden shawl, folded it and put it into his backpack. Zhao Jinglan was at odds with Ma Tiantong about the golden shawl and the Dingshen pestle.

Zhang Lingxi was silent since he boarded the helicopter. I nudged him with my elbow, leaned close to his ear and asked, "Where does Zhao Jinglan come from? Is he a family exchange student like you and Ma Tiantong?"

Zhang Lingxi glanced at me, nodded slightly, and after a while, she leaned into my ear and said, "Marriage is to consolidate family relations."

This sentence made me even more confused. Wasn't Ma Tiantong designated as an orphan? Why is it related to marriage again? But Zhao Jinglan is a very sensible woman. After the helicopter stabilized, she took out food and water from the cargo container and motioned for us to share. I endured the dizziness and numbness and stuffed the instant lunch box into my stomach. Ma Tiantong and Zhang Lingxi didn't seem to be in the mood to eat. The closer they got to their destination, the more solemn their expressions became.