Yu Ziqing stood at the edge of this black sea of mud, feeling quietly.
He still didn't quite understand why just changing the name of the evil ghost could lead to such a big change. Most people probably didn't even care whether they were called evil ghosts or ruthless ghosts.
Any changes in things have underlying logic and reasons.
But this time, he didn't quite understand it.
It was like he spit out a piece of spit, and two months later, the spit inexplicably erupted with a terrifying force comparable to that of a meteor falling to the ground.
In this world, the thoughts of all sentient beings do have a great influence on certain things.
Even sometimes, when everyone firmly believes in it, it will directly affect the results.
That doesn't mean he can influence anything.
For example, there was no such thing as a hungry ghost before, and everyone had a blank concept of it, so it was naturally easier to leave a fixed impression.
But if you want to erase something that has been deeply ingrained for a long time, and then change it to a new one, and still be able to firmly believe in it, then it is not that difficult.
Just like everyone knows, you can't eat shit and drink water.
If you force the change to make the water poisonous, people will have to eat shit, and then it will be impossible to achieve.
Many concepts are engraved in blood and instinct.
At this moment, Yu Ziqing was standing on the edge of the sea of mud, not in a hurry to step into it.
He just felt and realized quietly.
A few months later, the black sea of mud suddenly started churning violently.
It's like there is some huge thing rolling over in the sea of mud. When you look far into the distance, you can see a huge bulge on the horizon.
With a bang, the bulge shattered, and black energy, Yin energy, and evil energy were mixed together, turning into a strange force, like a black beam of light, rising into the sky.
The black air that arose lasted for most of the day before slowly weakening and dissipating.
The sea of mud returned to its original appearance, with only some small bubbles constantly emerging and then bursting.
Yu Zi stood here quietly and waited for a long time before he felt the sea breeze blowing from far away, which contained a lot of black air.
This time, Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, condensing a ball of black energy in his palm, which was completely confirmed.
The power emerging from its depth is exactly the same as the nine-tailed demon fox seen in the seal of Dadui.
These are no longer similar, they are essentially the same, with the same root and origin.
Yu Ziqing sighed softly, but it was a pity that he acted too quickly back then, and now he couldn't even find a living person to ask questions.
There must have been someone who deliberately guided Concubine Chen, who was blessed with aura, to become like this instead of falling over.
Even Concubine Chen may have been deliberately trained like that since she was a child, letting her talents go to waste.
Otherwise, with those talents that can be said to be given by God, if you concentrate on practicing, as long as you don't die halfway, you will definitely be a ceiling-level person.
As long as she has the hard work and belief of a normal monk, she is one of the very few people who can reach the peak of the ninth level with 100% certainty.
It's a pity that Concubine Chen had no intention of practicing at all.
If you think about it carefully, Da Dui is really miserable.
He has been targeted in various ways, and to this day, Yu Ziqing even wonders whether the internal problems in Dadai also arise due to external reasons.
Duihuang in the year of Ding Mao probably saw through the root cause and completely gave up on ordinary means.
I'm afraid he has long understood that it is no longer possible to save one thing at a time and change it bit by bit.
Then he resorted to the fierce method of cutting off flesh and replacing bones to make the final struggle.
Yu Ziqing cleaned the seals in the Book of Anshi too quickly, especially the seals in the Ding Mao era, most of which were cleared quickly.
Thinking about it now, the mentality of gamers who download dungeons must have missed a lot of key information.
There is nothing we can do about it. There are too many seals in Ding Mao's year.
And most of the seals are the kind that can be speed-passed, become more and more disgusting, and have all the villains.
Having seen so much, Yu Ziqing could only skip the cutscenes and go directly to the part of fighting monsters.
Many times, he didn't go there in person...
It's probably a state of "I don't know who I am, I don't know where this is, I just know that I want to kill people".
Now I suddenly discovered that there seems to be deeper information hidden in those small copies, which is a bit embarrassing.
But the problem is not big. Fortunately, there are still many seals that have not been resolved, and the people in Jinlan Mountain use them as training copies.
By some mistake, you may get more information.
Isn't it a coincidence? I just want to find something for the district chief to do, so the whole district chief is always thinking about fighting.
Yu Ziqing observed here for a long time, and he probably figured out clearly that the things in this black sea of mud were about to wake up, but they hadn't woken up yet, and they were about to wake up, but they hadn't woken up yet.
It is roughly equivalent to entering the rapid eye movement period from the original deep sleep state.
He looked at King Ruan Ren, who had been following him, and asked in a low voice.
"Senior, do you think we should go in and take a look around?"
King Ruan Ren did not respond.
"Senior, do you think you can take me to escape if something happens?
I think my strength is still a bit lacking. I always feel very unsafe in this damn place.
Rushing in rashly is a bit suspicious of committing suicide."
Seeing that King Ruan Ren did not respond, Yu Ziqing squatted on the edge of the black mud sea, stretched out a hand, and gently touched the black mud.
Suddenly, the mud was like a living thing, clinging to Yu Ziqing's fingertips, a bit like poison.
At that moment, Yu Ziqing's Yin Shen opened his eyes and felt huge resentment and hostility.
Negative emotions such as hatred, hatred, destruction, bloodthirsty, etc. are constantly flooding into my heart.
The black mud wanted to corrode Yu Ziqing's physical body, but when he saw Yu Ziqing's Wushou magical power, it was instantly activated.
The inside and outside of the body are as transparent as jade, and a strange force travels throughout the body, forcibly blocking the black mud outside the skin.
Yu Ziqing's arm suddenly exerted force and retracted his hand. The black mud that was brought out kept falling off and fell back into the sea of mud.
Fortunately, he didn't jump in hastily. He took a steady hand and observed it for several months.
King Ruan Ren didn't react at all. The power here didn't seem to be too friendly to an unconscious big rice dumpling like King Ruan Ren.
After thinking about it for a long time, Yu Ziqing always felt a little bit uncomfortable before leaving like this.
Thinking that the Flame Mountain was not that far away from here, Yu Ziqing had an idea.
He stretched out a hand again, reached into the sea of mud, brought out some squirming mud, and immediately used the blood flame magical power.
The bloody flame burned the black mud. As it burned, some power slowly overflowed from the black mud and turned into the fuel of the blood flame.
After burning for a full hour, the black mud in his palm was finally ignited.
After burning for another hour, the black mud that looked like a living thing turned into a ball of ordinary black mud.
Yu Ziqing fumbled around for a while and felt that this thing was very useful for growing flowers. He went back to study it.
Putting the black mud away, he turned around and walked back.
Arriving at the edge of the Flame Mountain, Yu Ziqing wandered around the Flame Mountain for several days. After confirming the topography, he immediately began to dig the river channel with his bare hands.
There were roars on the ground, and a wide river was forcibly blasted out of the ground. The accumulated soil turned into dams on both sides.
He never sleeps, relying on pure physical strength to transform into an excavator and earth ramming machine.
After working for more than half a month, an artificial river was finally created.
He used the magical power of blood flames to induce the blood flames in the Flame Mountain and lead them into the river. Unfortunately, the blood flames were halfway led and became unsustainable. If they continued to be led out, they would be unable to continue.
After much thought, Yu Ziqing went to the sea of mud again and dug through the last section.
The river here is ten feet lower than the edge of the mud sea. Finally, he punched out and smashed the last obstacle.
In an instant, the black mud in the sea of mud was seen pouring into the river, moving backwards like a living creature.
Yu Ziqing was floating in the air, grinning as he watched the river of blood and flames in the Flame Mountain and the black mud in the Sea of Mud meet together in the middle of the river.
A sizzling sound appeared, and large amounts of black smoke billowed up.
Seeing that the bloody flames seemed to be extinguished, Yu Ziqing continued to guide the flames in the Flame Mountain.
After waiting for a full day, the black mud in the river was finally ignited, and the power of the blood flame began to increase.
Black smoke continued to emerge from the burning black mud, but it was instantly ignited by the blood flames. The flames began to slowly spread along the river and toward the sea of mud.
Yu Ziqing jumped into the blood flame, lit a black flame with a finger deep inside, and added it to it.
Things that are ignited with black fire, ignited by blood flames, and burned until their mood changes.
Sparks began to burn, and they could no longer be stopped.
Yu Ziqing squatted by the river and watched quietly.
The flames burned into the sea of mud, and continued at a slower and slower pace. A few months later, as the depths of the sea of mud increased, another large bubbling impact emerged.
The bloody flames, which had already extended for hundreds of miles, were forcibly suppressed to the shore for more than ten miles.
Seeing this scene, Yu Ziqing confirmed that it is easy to light a fire, but after it has become a fire, it may not be so easy to put out the fire.
He didn't know what was deep in the sea of mud. He just felt that it was extremely dangerous and did not dare to go deep into it rashly. So he could only light up the sea of mud and slowly pave the way.
There is already a large area of black mud on the shore, which has no power at all, and there is no impact inside it after touching it.
Yu Ziqing dug part of it and silently calculated that at this rate, it might take hundreds of years for this safe area to burn to the point where the big bubble appeared.
Forget it, go home and let this place continue to burn.
Passing by the Flame Mountain again, Yu Ziqing carefully explored this large area.
There were indeed no living things left, and nothing could even be seen left behind.
After so many years of burning, everything was burned down.
Even the bones would have been burned to ashes long ago.
So far, he still hasn't figured out what kind of demons were burned to death in the air back then.
Yu Ziqing came to cause trouble and left quietly.
The black mud is not easy to ignite, but once it is ignited, it is much more resistant to burning than the things under the flaming mountain, and it is also more difficult to put out.
Deep in the sea of mud, the breath rolled, and a large bubble gathered and formed, rolling on the sea surface. On the surface, there seemed to be a ferocious and twisted face with an obviously furious face.
The bubble burst, and the face became even more distorted, and all kinds of evil spirits, negative power, and madness broke out.
The violent sound was like a scream, or like the scream of something going crazy and going crazy.
The surging resentment became more and more intense.
Those who should be attracted are not attracted, but it is okay to attract individuals.
Who would have thought that this person would be difficult to attach to and penetrate. Not only was this bitch not overly curious, he went in and took a look.
It actually aroused the power of the Flame Mountain and forcibly ignited the mud. After it was ignited, a black fire with even weirder power was added, which was like gangrene attached to the bone and could not be extinguished at all.
At this moment, no matter how the sea of mud churns, the strange flame with a bit of black in the blood is still burning quietly, unhurriedly, but extremely determined.
On the way back, Yu Ziqing looked back and grinned.
"Guapi, do you really think I have to go in and take a look just because I came here after all the trouble?"
I can afford to wait, wait a hundred and eighty years, until the mud is dried into ordinary earth, then I can come back.
Are you going to die in a hurry in these few years?"
Yu Ziqing left very neatly.
After walking out of the chasm of the abyss and returning to Busch Town, the hungry gatekeeper immediately brought out a large pile of accumulated information.
New No. 5 wants to see you, and you can send him a message.
Then the rest, many of them are related to Daqian.
Since the massacre ended, there has indeed been a commotion within Daqian.
Then, the new emperor kept his promise and actually issued a formal edict, making Prince Lian, the second prince at that time, the crown prince.
This move made it a bit embarrassing.
King Lian reciprocated the favor by producing carts and carts of incriminating evidence, as well as the support of the northern army, the eastern army, and the support of a bunch of strong men.
Even Langya Academy directly and publicly stated that the new emperor did a good job in cutting through the mess with a sharp knife.
Several high-ranking officials in the DPRK were demoted. On the surface, the farce was over.
But the new emperor has made a start. No one knows what the powerful people from all over the world are thinking or what they are doing secretly.
Anyway, those who compile history books in the future will definitely give the new emperor the title of tyrant.
As for the applause of the people below, it is of no use. Those lower-class civilians and monks do not compile history books or classics.
In another few thousand years, with a few more history revisions, everyone will only remember that the new emperor was a tyrant who killed cruelly.
Maybe there is no causal relationship between the change of the Mujiang River and the massacre of three major forces and dozens of smaller forces by the new emperor.
It is not impossible for them to become two independent events.
Yu Ziqing looked at the information and clicked his tongue. The new emperor's attitude was becoming more and more like that of Ding Mao and his reputation.
No matter what, just watch the excitement.
After staying in Busi Town for a few days, Yu Ziqing couldn't sit still, so he came all the way to Lihuoyuan.
He wanted to find someone to identify what the black soil he brought back was.
When he saw Wen Lingyou, Wen Lingyou's eyelids jumped and he turned around and wanted to leave.
"Senior, don't leave. I'm not asking you for a favor. I just want to ask you something. I want you to help me identify something."
Wen Lingyou hesitated and stopped.
He was really a little scared. Over there in the South China Sea, money was being burned so fast.
No matter how much the Lihuo Institute’s funds increase, when the funds are finally divided, the funds of other institute heads will actually be reduced.
Li Huo Yuan now has leaders who want to go to Nanhai.
Because the heads of the hospital who went to Nanhai are simply not human beings.
He said that when he was doing research in the South China Sea, he had sufficient funds and was very happy.
When they were in Lihuoyuan, they had to think hard about how to cheat and get more money.
In Nanhai, they don't have to put any thought into defrauding funds, they just open their mouth and it's enough.
Therefore, the heads of other courtyards in Lihuo Academy also want to go to Nanhai.
After all, it is not difficult for the project in their hands to go around and hang it under the big South China Sea project.
It's not impossible to go there and continue your research.
Moreover, they can guarantee that this research will really be of great help to large projects and is not just a way to defraud funds.
Wen Lingyou has had a headache for a long time.
"What do you want to appraise? You can't just ask anyone to appraise ordinary things, why do you need to come to me?"
"Actually, I wanted to find the head of the farm, but your people said that the head of the farm has gone out and is not here."
"Oh...oh, the head of the farm has indeed gone out. Let me help you take a look."
Yu Ziqing took out a storage bag, which was filled with mud from the sea of mud and black soil left after being burned by the blood flames.
"Senior, please take a look and see what this black soil is."
Wen Lingyou grabbed a handful of black soil, looked at it for a few times, and then looked at Yu Ziqing with wide eyes.
"You already know it's Kurotsuchi, but you still ask me?
Tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Black soil?" Yu Ziqing looked stunned, and then immediately reacted: "Senior, do you think this is the black soil among the five colored soils?"
"It must be there in Lihuoyuan. This thing is extremely rare now.
The only places where there is black soil now are in two or three dangerous forbidden areas.
I heard that those vicious ghosts seem to have offended you.
Are you trying to find a forbidden place in the underworld?
That's not right. The black soil in those three places doesn't seem to be that good. You can't find so much in one go.
So what new paradise have you discovered?
I won't ask you where you got it. You can't use up all this black soil, it's a waste.
How about you give us half? I'll give you an additional 10% based on the current black soil price."
Yu Ziqing blinked. This storage bag was just one of them. He didn't confiscate much at that time.
I just thought this thing might be useful, so I collected more than a hundred storage bags.
Unexpectedly, it was black soil, one of the five colored soils.
Yu Ziqing thought for a while and said.
"It's okay to give you half a storage bag, I really can't use it all.
Senior told me about this black soil, but I have only read brief records."
"Most of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed by god-refining monks require black soil when they grow.
Moreover, this thing is now found and produced in three places.
But they are all places where ghosts and ghosts roam.
The number is so small that even if they are poached and planted with natural materials and treasures, it will be difficult to survive.
There is a reason why the price of heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed by god-refining monks is high.
In one of those three places, it is almost impossible to see black soil.
The other two are both under the control of the Ghost King, and the natural materials and treasures that grow naturally there are actually the best.
The two ghost kings were quite aware of the situation and knew how to weigh the pros and cons.
Now they use the treasures of heaven and earth to trade for other things.
As long as they don't do evil, then everyone will have no trouble attacking them.
You’re not going to…”
"No, I don't know the ghost king you are talking about at all. I found this black soil somewhere else."
Wen Lingyou saw that Yu Ziqing said it calmly and casually, without any guilt or arrogance, so he believed it.
Yu Ziqing took out a new storage bag and gave half of the bag of black soil to Wen Lingyou.
"You can give me the price and decide what to exchange for it. I'll give you a list later, so don't worry.
I still have some professional matters that I would like to consult with the head of the agricultural college, but I don’t know if it’s convenient.”
Wen Lingyou got the black soil and a smile appeared on his face.
"I'll send someone to ask when the farm chief will come back."
"No, I am a junior, how can I let the head of the farm come to see me? I will go see his old man."
Yu Ziqing followed the people and left Lihuoyuan.
The so-called outing of the leader of the farmyard was dozens of miles away from the Huoyuan.
After meeting the person, the head of the farm was still busy working in the experimental body. He had gained a lot over the years, but his funds and resources were getting less and less.
Don't think that those engaged in planting can save money. The research of the head of the agricultural college is called burning money, and it is better to burn it into ashes and scatter it in the soil.
"Senior, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still in good spirits. A small gift is not a sign of respect."
As Yu Ziqing spoke, he put the remaining half of the storage bag of black soil directly into the hands of the head of the farm.
The head of the farm smiled and said.
"What do you want to do when you come to see me? It must be nothing good, right?"
While talking, he opened the storage bag and took a look. When he saw the black soil in the half storage bag inside, the head of the farm was slightly surprised.
"So much black soil..."
He handed the storage bag back and did not dare to accept it directly.
"This is a greeting gift for you, senior. You're welcome. I'm here this time because I have some professional matters that I want to trouble senior."
Yu Ziqing could not tolerate the rejection by the head of the agricultural college, and immediately told him about the sub-project in Nanhai and wanted to ask the head of the agricultural college for help.
"There is enough black soil consumption, and everyone knows how to study it. I don't interfere or care.
After finishing the work, add another 100 cents to the soil!
If the seniors have unfinished projects at hand, they can study them together.
If you want a spiritual field, prepare a spiritual field.
All the water for watering the ground is given to the spiritual liquid. You can use it as much as you want.
I have always respected educated people like my seniors the most and would never interfere."
Yu Ziqing came down with a combination of punches. Before the head of the farm said anything, the person who led him became anxious.
Yu Ziqing added another sentence without giving the other party a chance to interrupt.
"I just want results. After all, there are specialties in the art industry. When it comes to spiritual cultivation, seniors are the most professional. This is related to the success or failure of big projects."
The head of the farmyard hesitated for a moment.
"Are you serious?"
"Senior, please contact the head of the college in Nanhai and you will know whether it is true or not. I never brag, I will do whatever I say.
Whatever your seniors need, just ask for it, and whatever you need to bring, just bring it.
In addition to the sub-projects, seniors have free time, so they can study whatever they want.
I will never interfere!"
"I also want the best fertilizer." The farm added first.
"Yes, just a lot more."
Having said this, the head of the farm could no longer bear it.
The conditions are too favorable, black soil can be used freely, there are enough tubes of the best fertilizer treated with Hunyuan Jindou, and there are enough tubes of spiritual liquid. If Lingtian wants it, it will be available immediately.
You can research any topic and the resources are plentiful.
Then, that day, the head of the farmyard didn't even return to Lihuoyuan, and was kidnapped by Yu Ziqing.
When Wen Lingyou learned the news, everyone had already flown thousands of miles away.
Angrily, Wen Lingyou ordered that Yu Ziqing must not be allowed to see other hospital heads in the future.
As soon as he gets close to Lihuoyuan, report him immediately.
However, Wen Lingyou had no reason to stop him this time.
People want a name and a name, and they want sponsorship and sponsorship. Even the head of the farm is willing to do it, so he can only admit it by pinching his nose.
I turned around the end of the courtyard and went to Nanhai to continue my research on spiritual plants.
Yu Ziqing personally escorted the person to the big island, and quietly stuffed Lao Yang with three storage bags of black soil.
The two of them sat in a secret room, drinking tea and chatting about recent events.
"This is probably what happened these days.
The black soil was also picked up from the abyss.
Please help me smooth it out."
"You are really bold. Fortunately you didn't go down, otherwise you might really die in there." Lao Yang drank tea and sneered.
"Talk about it."
"What else is it? It must be related to monsters."
"I can think of this with my heels. The disaster that caused Da Dui to be like that was also related to the nine-tailed demon fox from back then. Of course I know that it has something to do with monsters."
"Those black mud, do you know what it is?"
"have no idea."
"I wonder if you don't think about your heels? See what you can do."
"..."
Yu Ziqing choked and immediately raised his hand.
"Please tell me, sir, I am uneducated, but you, sir, have a lot, don't be ignorant like me."
Lao Yang sneered and put down the tea cup.
"I really know this thing and have seen it before.
That's called the mud of troubled times.
I just haven't seen the kind you mentioned, which can be so big that it gathers into a sea of mud."
Yu Ziqing didn't say anything, just poured tea for Lao Yang again.
"Do you know why there are ghosts in many places, especially evil ghosts and the like, who can easily lose their minds? Why are they not completely eradicated?"
Yu Ziqing wanted to say, how can it be possible to eliminate ghosts? As long as there are people around, there will be a steady stream of ghosts.
When the words came to his lips, he shook his head honestly.
"have no idea."
"Are you trying to say that as long as there are people, there must be ghosts that can't stop killing them?
Ha, in fact, many things cannot be solved by just raising a butcher's knife.
There was once a senior in Langya Academy who once wrote a book called "The End of Ghosts". If you have nothing to do, go borrow it and read it.
Some people will become ghosts when they die, and even some monks can continue to practice as ghosts after their death.
Have you ever thought about what a ghost will become when it dies?"
"I don't know." Yu Ziqing shook his head. He had heard that ghosts die as ghosts, but obviously, there is no such setting here.
"Seniors have studied this a long time ago.
Just like after people die, only a very small number of them will turn into ghosts, and after death, ghosts will rarely turn into anything else, they will simply disappear.
But after all, there will still be some ghosts, especially evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, resentful ghosts and the like, ghosts whose source of resentment and hostility are too strong.
After death, there will be something else left behind, and when those things gather together, they will turn into the sludge of the troubled world.
This thing can contaminate the monk's practice, contaminate the monk's spirit, and contaminate the magic weapon.
Looking at you like this, you must have been exposed to it, can you block it with your Wugou magical power?"
Yu Ziqing nodded.
"I can block it, but if I jump in directly, I'm afraid it won't be possible. It's not that I can't block it with my magical power, but it's that I can't hold it for long due to the consumption of strength.
But, when you say that, why does it sound so filthy?"
"It's either filth or pure sludge. If you compare it, it's much more disgusting than filth.
In the sludge of the troubled world, there are all kinds of disgusting things, such as resentment, hostility, etc. It is simply a perfect combination.
At that time, too many ghosts were killed, which led to an all-out war. Although they won in the end.
However, it has catalyzed a lot of turmoil in the world. Because of this ghost, it has destroyed several strong men and even destroyed a peninsula.
Later, the peninsula was forcibly refined with the true fire of the Great Sun for more than ten years, and then sunk into the sea, which was finally solved.
Therefore, now that the ghost has gone too far, we will kill him instead of sending people to drive out all the ghosts.
You changed the name of the evil ghost this time. It was nothing to do originally, but it seems to have touched something else."
Yu Ziqing thought about it for a while, and remembered that at the beginning, the big demon who controlled compassion, the King of Hungry Ghosts, sprayed out two rounds of tenth-level blood flames, turning the area there into a mountain of flames, burning everyone who could be killed.
Thinking about it this way, it means that he may have had contact with and enmity with the person in the mud of troubled times a long time ago.
It's just that the two shots that came at that time were tenth-level blood flames, and their momentum was still increasing, so the opponent gave in.
It is even possible that at that time, the edge of the Sea of Mud in the Troubled World was connected to the current Flame Mountain.
But later on, the sludge of the troubled times receded a little, avoiding the Flame Mountain to avoid being ignited.
But now it was still set on fire by Yu Ziqing.
It turns out that we had a grudge for a long time, so that’s okay.
"How about I squat over there and watch the quagmire dry up completely?"
"..."
Lao Yang was a little speechless, what about you?
The sludge of troubled times is not something that can move at will and has self-awareness.
At most, there is something in that sea of turbid mud that has its own consciousness.
"Don't worry, the little white fox is definitely fine. That little bit of spiritual light cannot be polluted as long as it doesn't go to the sea of turbid mud.
Little white fox is smart. Jinlan Mountain is surrounded by you, and even the entrance to the abyss is watched by your people.
That little guy has a spiritual aura, so it’s impossible for him to be obsessed.”
Yu Ziqing nodded, thinking that the abyss was the once polluted world. Now that he heard about the mud of the troubled world, he didn't think it was strange.
He even felt that the Nine-tailed Demon Fox incident was just to stir up the turbulent sludge in the abyss and pollute the world.
Yu Ziqing didn't know clearly. Anyway, don't worry about what the other party wants to do, just do it and be done with it.
"I think I should go back and take a look, and find an opportunity to try to dissolve the remaining seals.
I always feel that there might be some big hole buried inside.
If something like the nine-tailed demon fox happens again, if the dust is not settled quickly, someone will take advantage of it.
If something happens then, it will happen in our family."
"I'll go with you later."
Yu Ziqing decided what to do and continued to work, and contacted Long Nu again.
Ask Luna how the flower planting is going, and send some other seeds over here.
Building a good relationship with the Moon God still needs to continue.
This relationship is good, but I still need to ask if there are any problems with Moon God’s cultivation.
Find a way for her to recover faster.
When you give blessings in the future, you can also be more powerful.
This is much easier than Yu Ziqing's own ability to hone his magical powers.
When Yu Ziqing practices the moonlight magical power now, he almost wants to lie down.
Everything is going step by step.
On the other side, on the cliff of the void, the God King stood there, waved his hand, and countless words appeared in front of him.
This is the classic book he traded, the most basic god-refining classic book.
It contains a strong true meaning.
Over the years, I have worn many vests, and those vests have been lost, but there are still some benefits.
And the many faces and real names he has in his possession also have their uses.
He wanted to personally try to practice the human race's god-refining classics.
As long as the most basic ones are the introduction to this path.
This is enough.
The true name of the new emperor appeared around the God King. Using it as a medium, he could easily borrow a little bit of the power of the God's Dynasty. Coupled with the foundation laid over so many years, he suffered heavy losses, but there was still a little bit left, so it was easy
The rebuilding started easily.
This is just one way to get back what he lost.
He has learned well now and needs to use all methods and try his best to have more legs to walk easier.
The progress was going very smoothly, and he could even vaguely feel that this path was different from the one he had lost, but the essential nutrients came from the path he had lost.
He was addicted to practice and could not extricate himself, and slowly became completely immersed in it.
The charm of Tao is difficult to describe.
And as the God King fell into a state of forgetfulness, in the void, in a rolling sea of copper juice, the human shapes formed by the accumulation of copper juice were constantly rolling, struggling, and roaring.
There is a human figure, with half of its body exposed in the ocean of copper juice, staring in the direction of the cliff in the void, the resentment in it rolling like the hot copper juice.
This was something that was formed when the blood stopped condensing. After falling here, it spread out again and turned into a sea of copper juice, which has been floating here ever since.
All the vests of the God King were destroyed because of these things. After the God King woke up, he did not dare to touch these things at all.
He never thought about cursing anyone with the help of bloodline curse.
He didn't even know that those concrete curses had begun to undergo some subtle changes after they came back to him.
Back then, Wenjun cursed the Bronze clan, but unfortunately the Bronze clan did not die from the curse.
But these people, in order to preserve the curse and control this terrible curse power, forcibly refined the entire Bronze clan to death.
Do you think the Bronze Tribe hates Wenjun more or the God King more?
Their hatred had accumulated for countless years, and was only vented when they attacked the God King.
It was this time the strongest backlash and the strongest venting that finally caused changes.
In the tumbling copper liquid, a human figure formed by the gathering of copper liquid looked at it again and slowly sank into the sea of copper liquid and disappeared.
It's a pity that the God King doesn't know about this change at all now, or he doesn't even look here again.
Great work.
The new emperor sat alone in the palace, quietly looking at the large map of Daqian on the wall in front of him.
Suddenly, the jade seal jumped out and flickered quietly in front of him.
The new emperor stretched out a hand, holding the jade seal, and felt quietly.
A smile slowly appeared on his expressionless face, and then the spreading smile slowly became exaggerated, causing his expression to become a little distorted.
The sparkling look in his eyes also became crazy.
"Ha ha ha ha……
How dare you, really dare to practice!"
Previously, New No. 5 had told him that the God King, who was so greedy that he was too lazy to draw a pie, asked him to do something again and asked him to take away some basic God-refining classics.
Of course, New No. 5 can't say no to it. This kind of thing is too simple, and you can't shirk it even if you want to.
Therefore, New No. 5 adheres to the concept that if you want to eat tofu, you must make the tofu taste like monkey brains.
After spending a lot of effort and asking the new emperor for help, he found several basic god-refining classics with strong true meanings for the god king.
The basic classics must contain the true meaning, and there must be some pitfalls that no one can discover. That is really difficult to find.
Fortunately, it was found in the end.
Every pit is different.
Some basic classics are fine in themselves, but if there is no subsequent revision or subsequent filling, and you just follow the path of the basic classics, something will happen sooner or later.
In some cases, there is nothing wrong with the classics themselves, but cultivation requires special talents to make up for the pitfalls.
It is indeed a bit difficult to dig holes in basic classics.
Now the new emperor looked at the reaction on the jade seal, his smile gradually distorted.
His true name, and his past, were in the hands of the God King.
The God King must have a purpose for wanting him to ascend the throne.
There is no need to think too much about it, it is either related to the divine dynasty or the way to refine the gods.
Therefore, since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has never relied on the power of the divine dynasty or borrowed a little bit of the divine dynasty's national destiny even when he was cultivating himself.
He just waited, waited hard, and even added restrictions in the Jade Seal of the Divine Dynasty.
Now, he finally felt it.
The restrictions in the jade seal reacted, which meant that he was borrowing the power of the divine dynasty.
However, he never used it himself, so he just endured it. After becoming the emperor, he just left the biggest plug-in and just didn't use it.
Only then can we feel and understand clearly at this moment.
Otherwise, as the new emperor, under normal circumstances, he can be said to be cultivating with the help of the divine dynasty all the time. There is no way he would notice such a slight change.
Because he couldn't feel at all where the little bit of power consumed by the Divine Dynasty went.
The change of an extra drop of water in a flowing river is impossible to detect.
Unless, the river has never moved at all.
"Borrow it, just borrow it, today?
??If it goes on, one day it will be spit out with profits.
My father, did all this happen because of your plan from the beginning?
That one started to move and make moves.
Father, why don't you start making some moves? How are you going to make a move?"
The new emperor threw the jade seal aside and looked at it quietly.