Holding in his hand the entire evolution of the world and the set story collection that has been realized, but he can only really read it as a storybook, Qin Yang really feels that such a great advantage has been wasted.
Especially when the author of this storybook is still squatting next to him.
When he found out that under certain circumstances, he could add settings, Qin Yang almost smiled.
It’s just a patch. I’ve never eaten pork. Who hasn’t seen a pig running?
As the saying goes, a long-term illness makes a good doctor, and the harm caused by patches is too many. When you have the authority to patch, you will definitely light up the harm skill points without any teacher.
The patch applied this time is not perfect, but there is nothing we can do about it.
Judging from Qin Yang's estimates and personal test results, the first priority in completing the settings is to comply with the laws of evolution.
The most important law for the evolution of the Realm of the Dead is stability.
This kind of rules can be allowed to operate for a long time. Small deviations can occur, but they cannot accumulate and become a final collapse.
Both the sea of ​​suffering itself and the ferryman are involved in all the dead spirits.
Balancing the relationship between the general undead and the ferryman, and making the rules relatively fair to all undead, is the pillar for long-term maintenance.
On this basis, quietly sneak in some private goods.
For example, if the two sides are six on six, if you let one person hit six, the balance will be broken. However, if you let one person rush into the opposite side, an uppercut will kill the other in seconds, and he can still run back.
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Isn't the nature of this different? Anyway, if you say it, several people can't kill one, then you are not a dish, and it has nothing to do with balance anyway.
What Qin Yang wanted to do originally was to fight one by one, but unfortunately the world did not allow him to be so awesome.
Then we can only make a roundabout way, and after testing back and forth, we can give him an advantage while complying with the basic rules.
That is to say, from a six-on-six advantage to a six-on-five advantage, look, it's just such a small advantage.
Qin Yang held a small notebook and wrote vigorously, constantly summarizing his experience.
At the same time, keep thinking about what you should do next time you encounter the same situation and how to gain an advantage.
Now it's not that he wants to be king and hegemony, but that someone wants to take over everything, and everyone must listen to them.
If it really doesn't matter, maybe in the end, he won't even be able to make his own decision as to whether he should take off his pants to fart.
It's scary to think about it.
The summary and recording was almost complete. Qin Yang wanted to discuss it with someone to see if he could hear his thoughts from another perspective.
Unfortunately, the house was like an abandoned house, and the contents of the book had nothing to do with the names. Qin Yang casually picked up a storybook with the names of first-grade cultivators, and was fascinated by it. He had no reaction to the outside world at all.
Qin Yang shouted twice, but when he saw no response, he put his hands in his hands and silently took out the storybook from Haiyan.
When it's done, stuff it back again.
When I entered the sea again and took a look, it was exactly as I guessed.
The shielding effect of his sea eyes is indeed increasing as his strength increases.
Nowadays, the connection between storybooks and the realm of the dead can be somewhat blocked.
The new setting that was still flickering before is now completely settled and turned into the truth of the Realm of the Dead.
After confirming this, Qin Yang looked at other settings that were still changing. There was nothing that needed attention yet.
They are all weird settings that do not affect the overall situation.
Opening his eyes, Qin Yang was lying on the boat, feeling a little bored again. He needed to wait now.
Because of the setting he completed, even if the Ferryman appeared, no one could cross the sea of ​​suffering. Without his mark of silence, the procedures for the Ferryman to take up his post would be incomplete.
No, you can't say that. If you say that, his authority will be greater.
The mark of silence does not belong to him, Qin Yang. It belongs to those who have mastered the Ai Zi Jue and must have mastered the magical power of silence.
It should be said that all the necessary procedures are in place, but the safety insurance for getting on the job is just a matter of safety insurance. If you are not qualified, there will be risks in getting on the job.
Then just wait now.
Waiting to meet a ferryman who is pleasing to the eye, easy to talk to, and a nice person.
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Another year has passed in a flash.
Above the bitter sea, there is an ice field that stretches thousands of miles, and countless ice pillars, like large ice forests, stand on the ice field.
The scapegoat wanders among countless ice pillars, transforming into thousands of things, trying to avoid his pursuers while trying to find a way to escape.
On the ice field, a strong man with the body of a dragon and a height of several feet strode forward, his golden snake eyes glowing with circles of divine light, and he muttered words.
The scapegoat's technique was unable to shake the opponent's mind at all. The opponent happened to be practicing the idealistic technique as well. His sharp claws swept across and the icicles shattered and dissipated, but there was no ice field exploding at all.
That directly shattered the idea of ​​the scapegoat.
There is another person, wearing a white robe with gold patterns, his face is like a crown jewel, and there is a mark of fire between his eyebrows, as if he is burning.
He flexed his fingers like an orchid and flicked it.
A spark shot out and landed on the ice sheet. Instead of being extinguished, the spark became more dazzling. In the blink of an eye, the firelight dispersed and turned into a raging fire.
He set the ice fields on fire.
"Zhao Xuezheng, you can't hide this time. Hand over your family's storybook. From now on, you and I will never go against each other."
"Who are you? Who said I have a family storybook?" Zhao Xuezheng, the scapegoat in the icicle, is a bit angry.
What I told you at the beginning was that it would be troublesome for you to hold the storybook. Why don't you give it to me and I will help you solve this trouble? This is purely a lie. Anyone who believes it has a brain problem.
If I really got it, I wouldn't hide it quickly, and I would kill myself without even admitting that I got it.
Otherwise, what else would it be like, really solving the family’s troubles?
But who would have thought that not long after he got it, he looked over and over again, but he didn't understand it yet, and he only saw some things that had been settled.
The dragon-headed monster in front of me and the guy with the flame mark between his eyebrows went to him directly to grab the story book.
Also, he didn't even know the other person, but the other person could call him by his name.
He himself just remembered his name!
The other party must have been staring at him for a long time!
And it has been a long time since he regained consciousness, so it won’t be later than him anyway.
"Zhao Xuezheng, don't make unnecessary excuses. When you went to find a home, we were already watching you, and we also knew that you got the storybook.
I'm the only one coming to you now because I've delayed the others. If it's later, when I can't confuse the others, they will all come to you.
When the time comes, that's when you will truly turn into nothingness.
And we just want the storybook, get it and leave."
"Haha..." Zhao Xuezheng sneered, taking this as a fart.
He said exactly the same thing to others, but the moment he got it, he didn't want to turn against him directly, and it was safest to silence him directly.
There are no blood oaths or restrictions in this world now. People who believe this have a brain problem when they regain consciousness.
Seeing that Zhao Xuezheng was refusing to give in, the man in white stopped talking nonsense. With a thought, the spark that ignited the ice field turned into a prairie fire and spread quickly.
Wherever the flames passed, the icicles were continuously burned to pieces and turned into powder. Zhao Xuezheng in the icicles dissipated one by one.
The ice sheet continues to expand in scope, and the speed of the flames igniting the prairie is getting faster and faster. It is obvious that it will not be long before the entire ice sheet is burned.
By then, Zhao Xuezheng will have no chance at all.
The giant with a dragon head and body, its snake eyes kept expanding and contracting, and quickly locked in a certain direction.
The ice sheet there was spreading significantly faster. If Zhao Xuezheng wanted to escape, it would be faster to go that way.
At this moment, a crisp sound of bells came from outside the ice field.
A figure wearing a hat on his head, holding a awning boat, sailed from a distance.
The crisp sound of bells floated far and wide on the sea.
The two sides who were fighting couldn't help but stop their movements.
"The Underworld Ferryman?"
"You are wrong, this place is the sea of ​​suffering, and I am the ferryman of the sea of ​​suffering." A misty voice came slowly from the awning boat.
"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and no one can cross it on his own. Hand over your family's storybook and cross the sea."
The man in white's face darkened, and after thinking for a moment, his face suddenly turned rather ugly.
"The ancient underworld is really a good plan."
"If you make friends, you will cross the sea; if you don't, you will fall into the sea of ​​misery forever." The calm voice of the ferryman continued to float.
It is clear that he is confident and not even worried about the other party using violence.
Zhao Xuezheng's face was also very ugly.
In the story books, there is no mention of the sea of ​​suffering at all.
He never thought that after putting in so much effort and almost being beaten to death, he would finally be able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai by the people from the ancient underworld.
However, before they could think more, the ferryman continued.
"Whoever hands you the storybook will cross the sea."
As soon as these words came out, the three people who were fighting to death just now wanted to work together to kill the ferryman first.
What does this shit mean?
Let them kill each other first, and then whoever gets the storybook will fawn over him?
The dragon-headed demon was furious, turned around, took a step forward, stretched out its dragon claws, shrouded it in black light, and suddenly struck the awning boat.
The ferryman gently rocked the oars, and the black-topped boat moved slightly, and the distance between it and the dragon's claws instantly increased by dozens of miles.
"Even if you could kill me on the spot, it would be useless. I'm afraid there won't be any ferrymen who will take you across the sea.
Now you only have one chance, whoever uses the storybook as ship's fare can cross the sea."
The dragon-headed demon was so angry that he was about to transform into his true form on the spot.
At this moment, the change occurred again.
A chaotic aura appeared in the sky, and the dead souls turned into streams of light and flew towards them.
These are the dead souls who were trapped by the man in white before, and they are also people who want to steal Zhao Xuezheng's story book.
However, before these people flew over, they seemed to have noticed something, and they all moved to both sides to avoid them.
From behind, the strong aura of death was like a curtain coming from the sky.
The rich death energy continued to gather downwards and turned into a long black bridge, extending all the way from the horizon.
A bearded man wearing animal skins led a group of people, standing on the long bridge, and was carried by the long bridge to arrive here.
The bearded man glanced and said nothing.
Behind him, a young man with a handsome face stepped out from the crowd, flicked open a white paper fan with the three characters "Bu Mingbai" written on it. He put the paper fan against his chest with his backhand, fanning northwest.
wind.
"Let me see, who is this? Before I even had the chance to bully others, there are people in this ancient underworld who dare to jump out first, use their power to overwhelm others, and show off their power."
The young man looked at the ferryman with his slender eyes. He flicked his paper fan and a gust of northwest wind blew by. The black cloth on the ferryman's face silently turned into powder.
Seeing the other party's true appearance, the young man was a little disappointed.
"I was a ferryman from the ancient underworld at that time. It turned out to be someone I didn't even recognize."
The ferryman was shocked and angry, but he didn't know who the other person was.
He couldn't think about it anymore, he just felt that the three words on the paper fan looked familiar.
But with this method that can easily break his mask, he must have been one of the big shots in the ancient underworld.
Before he could say anything else, he saw the young man waving the folding fan again.
"If you keep this kind of stuff, you'll be in trouble, so I'll take the decision and clean up the house for Emperor Fengdu."
The ferryman shook the oar, and the awning boat went away quickly, but the northwest wind came first. A black wind blew up, and in an instant it turned into a black dragon, swallowed the awning boat in one gulp, and swept it into the sky.
, strangled to pieces.
In an instant, the black wind dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
In an instant, the scene became quiet.
Longtou Da Yao, the man in white, Zhao Xuezheng, and the undead who came after him were all almost stunned.
Everyone was so out of breath that they didn't dare to take a breath.
No one expected that these newcomers, who were full of death energy, were like a sky curtain, and could directly turn into a black bridge on the sea of ​​suffering.
Without even blinking, he instantly killed a ferryman.
Judging from the tone of these words, the handsome young man in front of me seems to be from the ancient underworld.
The young man continued to fan, smiled again, and waved to Zhao Xuezheng in the icicle.
"Come, come here, I have something to ask you. Leave the rest of the way as soon as the others are fine. That means I have a good temper and don't have many shortcomings except that I like to bully others.
If my other bad-tempered classmates wake up, they won't be so easy to talk to."
The dragon-headed demon and the man in white looked at each other, silently bowed their hands and retreated without hesitation.
They did not dare to refute these words. They only regained consciousness and their strength did not return. They could not afford to provoke the ominous situation in front of them.
After a while, everyone was gone.
Zhao Xuezheng moved over tremblingly, without any hesitation, and handed over the storybook directly.
"This is my family's storybook. You can take it. Can I go?"
"Why are you in a hurry? I have something to ask you. Don't be nervous. Our sect never kills people casually. Just now we did things according to the rules. According to the rules of the ancient underworld, it is already light to annihilate them." The young man said with a look on his face.
He Shan, after taking the storybook, turned around and handed it to the bearded man with both hands.
"You asked."
The bearded man who was fumbling for a storybook suddenly laughed.
"Where did your storybook come from?"
"What the family gets..."
"Tell me, how did you get it?"
"It's like this..." Zhao Xuezheng honestly told how he tried his best to trick Qin Yang and successfully took the storybook and escaped.
"Hahaha..." The bearded man looked up to the sky and laughed. After laughing, he waved to Zhao Xuezheng: "You can go, you can tell others, the story book is in the hands of my Taoist sect. If anyone wants it, come to my Taoist sect."
take."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuezheng didn't dare to stay any longer, so he quickly rubbed oil on his feet and ran away.
"Grandmaster, what's wrong?" The young man came over and asked.
"It can't be said." The bearded man fumbled for the storybook, looked through the contents, and couldn't help but laugh a few times.
Chapter completed!