Chapter 296 Acquaintances in the deep sea, the third saint road (6k)
For Yu Ziqing, Yu Gui has a lot of advantages, but naturally there are also disadvantages.
It's happening now, because everyone thinks it's not important, but it's still fun to watch and have fun. It will definitely be spread widely with the help of Yugui.
What those saints thought was the most difficult intelligence investigation was obtained in a way that was unexpectedly simple.
This process is no longer important. What is important is that the saints know who they are looking for.
That sixty-four-sided crystal experienced a series of twists and turns in the deep sea and was swallowed by a giant shark.
At that time, there was news about the fairy grass on the mainland, and there was also news that the old man Papi had disappeared. Some forces on the land suffered considerable losses, and there were also frictions between the major forces.
Anyway, by some strange combination of circumstances, this giant shark monster thought that I was good enough and the opportunity had come, and even hung the old man's shrine around his waist as a trophy.
In the end, he was beaten to death near the coastline by the angry old man.
And because of the alien existence of Yu Ziqing, he took out the intestines of the giant shark demon, gave the giant shark's Ollie, which no one should have cared about, and turned it into organic loess with the Hunyuan Golden Dou...
Only then did I get the 64-hedron crystal.
Yu Ziqing has always been curious about why the giant shark monster had such a weird thing in its belly.
I guess I'll get the answer soon.
Those crazy saints, who are in a sane but crazy state, are now targeting Xi Yang and Jinlan Mountain.
Although they didn't set their sights on Jinlan Mountain just to find the hexagonal crystal, the result was this.
Jellyfish Baldhead stayed at Minghu Island for only a few days before he decided to go to land for a walk.
Although in their inherent concept, land is particularly dangerous, but now, there is too much information available.
Jellyfish Baldhead felt that it was not as dangerous as described in the knowledge they had gained.
The saints were divided into two groups a long time ago.
One group is serious about serving the gods and gaining strength through gifts.
The other faction wants to implement the legacy of their ancestors, control the goals of their sacrifices, gain strength through sacrifices and rituals, and gain a path to promotion.
There is an irreconcilable conflict at the root between the two factions. Although they both claim to be saints, they both feel that they are the orthodox ones.
It is the normal state to fight each other when they meet, and it will never end until one of them is completely exterminated.
Jellyfish Baldhead and the others belong to the tightrope-walking control faction, but they feel that this is the right path. Waiting for gifts like beggars is simply reversing the course of history.
If you want something, control it and get it.
As long as the rituals and rituals are correct and all steps and materials are correct, what the controlled target thinks is the least important factor.
The saint has been wandering in the deep sea for a long time. Bald Jellyfish still remembers it, and it is recorded in the classics describing the danger level in the four places.
A long, long time ago, there was a group of peak saints who sacrificed blood to the entire clan of an ancient race in preparation for forcibly advancing to the tenth level.
In the end, the Dadui Divine Dynasty only dispatched the city lord of one city and wiped out the saints.
Then there were many serious consequences, and even the god of sacrifice disappeared.
For this kind of god, the so-called disappearance can actually be regarded as death.
Jellyfish Baldhead can still vaguely remember the first time he saw those records on the stone wall inside a cabin when he was young, and he could clearly feel the fear of the recorder from the handwriting.
Then, now that he was approaching Sifang, he learned that the terrible Dadui had disappeared for a long time, so long that Dadui was about to return.
Why has no one told him this kind of news before?
It stands to reason that this should not have been a secret for a long time, right?
The bald jellyfish sat on the back of a walking shark, and the whole person was a little entangled.
Did the high priest hide this information? Then why did he hide this?
Or does the high priest himself not know? It's impossible. In the past thousand years, people have been occasionally encountered in the deep sea.
Although most monks who can go to the deep sea are particularly strong.
But there are still strong people who can communicate with them.
Jellyfish Baldhead became more and more confused. He didn't know how to express, "The times have changed, and they can't keep up with the times."
When he got close to the coastline, he was in a very tense state because he heard that the strong man who beat the giant shark to death was near the coastline.
Along the way, he was as careful as possible, using his abilities and knowledge to avoid crowds, for fear of being exposed.
He is still working hard to learn the language, customs and common sense of Sifang. Oh, he also forgot the three words "Sifang", otherwise as soon as he speaks, knowledgeable people will know that he comes from a far away place.
Now no one here calls this vast land Sifang Land.
The bald jellyfish is very cautious. It has been a month, but it is actually still hanging around the coastline.
And another fishbone bald man also fell into a confused mood.
Because everything here was different from the teachings he had received, and some places were simply subversive.
But he didn't think as much as Bald Jellyfish thought. He still knew what he was going to do.
Find something that was taken away by the giant shark monster.
Therefore, after desperately trying to obtain information and understand everything on the land, listening to more than twenty Yugui every day, and greedily absorbing everything, he came to the wasteland.
He saw the archway of Dadui, which was as stable as a portal to the world. However, there was no protection around it, and anyone could approach it.
Just getting closer and feeling the breath, he felt that the Dadui in the record was indeed terrifying.
The entire divine dynasty has disappeared and can still appear now. This kind of divine power is not something he can understand.
He went all the way north, planning to take a look at Jinlan Mountain.
He didn't get much information because the giant shark monster died so tragically.
The corpses after death must have been scattered all over the land now, and it would be impossible to find what he was looking for in a short time.
But like the jellyfish bald man, he also easily found Xi Yang's information.
He was prepared to give up searching for the treasure for the time being and deal with the remnants of those rebellious saints first.
Of course, not now, he is just exploring the news first and seeing it for himself first.
He went all the way north and soon saw the stretches of locust trees that stretched from east to west, and felt the terrifying aura brought by the gathering of countless hungry ghosts.
Looking up, the divine light in his eyes became misty and mysterious, and his face became a little pale.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a gap in the world, and the place where the locust tree forest was located was like an abyss.
It was not a sunken abyss, but a huge black mountain, standing tall, but giving him the feeling of looking directly into the abyss.
His strength seemed to be in resistance, no, in fear.
It's the thing they are worshiping now, and they are all afraid of getting close to it.
The power in his body seemed to be out of control, and he wanted to break away from his body and escape quickly.
His head was covered in cold sweat, his whole body was trembling, and layers of pale red divine light were constantly moving around his body.
He closed his eyes, calmed down, and adjusted his breath for a long time before he stabilized himself again.
When he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware that he was locked.
There was a feeling that if he dared to move rashly, he would die on the spot, as if a sword had been pressed against his forehead, and the next moment he would see his own brain.
He turned his neck with difficulty and looked northwest.
Only then did he see a lonely small courtyard beside the locust tree forest.
A man with a cold face walked out of the small courtyard and looked towards him.
Just taking a glance, he felt his eyes stinging, and his whole body seemed to be stabbed.
The fish-bone bald man couldn't bear it any longer and flopped down on the ground, trembling.
"I...I...I..."
I thought for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to say "I mean no harm, I'm just passing by." He couldn't even deceive himself.
Eventually it turned into a desperate moan.
"Spare my life..."
Because he met Han Dong hundreds of years ago.
In the deep sea.
At that time, they were diving under the sea, and it happened to be time to rest and maintain the interior of the cabin.
They were hiding in a crevice in the ocean floor that wasn't that deep.
Then suddenly, the sea water split open, creating a terrifying crack that was more than ten miles wide and stretched for thousands of miles.
The whizzing sword energy was like a real thing, forcibly cutting open the sea.
They stood on the deck and when they raised their heads, they could see the sky-like walls of water on both sides.
And just a little bit of power affected them, and the entire ship was almost crushed to pieces. The power accumulated in the ship for hundreds of years was all exhausted at the moment it was affected.
Then they saw Han Dong walking through the air, and the strong murderous aura behind him materialized as if surrounding a king, following closely behind him.
A huge ferocious beast that was said to have the strongest defense, was covered in armor, and was three thousand feet tall. It was broken into pieces like shreds of paper, tumbling and shattering in the long river of sword energy.
And from beginning to end, this swordsman whose murderous intent was so strong that he could kill people just by relying on his murderous intent seemed to be using a weaker sword.
Obviously, they did not dare to seek explanation from Han Dong, who had already killed him. They could only watch Han Dong go away. They were like quails, not even daring to let out a fart.
Now it's just a glance, just feeling the familiar sword intention after being locked, the fishbone bald head can't even muster the courage to resist.
All I could do was lie on the ground, give in, and hope that this ruthless man would be too lazy to pay attention to them like last time.
They had indeed encountered many strong men in the deep sea, but they had indeed only encountered such a swordsman with such murderous intent and such strength.
Han Dong walked out of the small courtyard and slowly walked up to the fish-bone bald man. He looked at this guy and frowned slightly.
I don’t know him, but the smell is a bit strange, and I vaguely feel like I’ve seen something similar somewhere.
After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't remember that he had passed by these people before, but he did feel a familiar aura.
"From the deep sea?"
As soon as these words came out, the fishbone bald man suddenly shivered and his heart went cold.
He didn't dare to hide it and said it honestly.
"Yes, from the deep sea. I have seen you before, when you killed that oracle-bone beast."
"What are people from the deep sea doing here?" Han Dong didn't understand.
At this time, his wife walked out of the courtyard and waved to him.
"It's time to eat. Let's try the food Ziyu brought while it's hot.
Leave that guy to Ziyu, don’t overstep his authority."
Han Dong said "oh" and then suddenly realized that although this person came from the deep sea, he was not here to find him.
He has no enemies in the deep sea.
There, everyone who had a grudge against him, whether it was a ferocious beast or a big demon, would all die if they had a fight with him.
During those years he wasted in the deep sea, he had become a little obsessed and had too much murderous intent.
The murderous aura is so strong that even the inner demon cannot appear...
Then this person probably has bad intentions towards Jin Lanshan.
Han Dong flicked his finger, and the frightened fishbone bald man floated behind him and moved forward with him.
Han Dong sent a message to Yu Ziqing and went back to the courtyard to eat.
The fishbone bald man was shivering alone outside the yard when he vaguely heard a female voice say.
"Since it's not the enemy you made in the deep sea, you shouldn't think about handling it yourself.
No matter what, you have to know how to deal with it in advance.
Although Ziyu is very nice and takes good care of us, the place where we live is within the forbidden area of Jinlan Mountain after all.
To be able to live here safely, Jinlanshan has already shouldered a lot of pressure for us..."
But Han Dong kept saying yes, saying that he had not killed anyone for many years, and he really didn't want to kill anyone directly this time...
The fish-bone bald man lay there with his bald head, and quickly closed his hearing, not daring to eavesdrop any more.
No one paid attention to him, and no one wanted to kill him. After he slowly calmed down, a strange sense of security came over him.
Times haven’t changed, it’s still the same as before!
The so-called news about Yu Guili is all lies!
It has never been said there that this great evil star of the deep sea is now the person guarding the gate of Jinlan Mountain.
Ah, everything is back to expectations, the world is still so difficult, and the surrounding areas are still so dangerous, more dangerous than expected.
It's really... great.
At least he no longer has to be so confused, so uncomfortable, and so overwhelmed.
An inexplicable sense of security came to his heart. Although he felt weird himself, it was like a life-saving straw at the moment. He could only hold on to this feeling.
On the other side, Yu Ziqing, who had just come out of Langya Courtyard, couldn't help but mutter.
"Is Langyayuan so poor? You are just kidding me!"
The exchange of soil in Langya Yuan did not go very smoothly. In terms of five-color soil, they were not even as rich as Lihuo Yuan.
The head of the Langya Courtyard is slightly better than the head of the Lihuo Courtyard in defrauding funds.
These guys are not going to watch ready-made materials sit in the warehouse and collect dust.
Yu Ziqing kept fussing, and the stone figurine puppet that was sent to Yu Ziqing kept looking at his nose and heart, pretending not to hear anything.
He strictly obeyed the instructions of the head of the hospital and pretended that he had not heard anything Yu Ziqing said, otherwise he might be abducted.
At this time, Yu Ziqing raised his head and looked at the sky, and a sword light flew towards him and fell into his hand.
After reading Han Dong's summons, Yu Ziqing was immediately happy.
"Hey, I haven't found you yet, how dare you touch my lair?"
Yu Ziqing turned to look at the stone figurine puppets in Langya Courtyard.
"Think about it. I have a lot of ideas here that are particularly suitable for you. You can try them yourself if you're fine."
The stone figurine puppet didn't say anything and just held his hand in front of him.
He didn't believe it. As long as he dared to try, he might take the initiative to find Yu Ziqing in the future.
Yu Ziqing didn't know that he was misunderstood because of his pure kindness.
He hurried back and returned to Jinlan Mountain a few days later.
When we arrived at Handong, the people had been taken away and were currently in the east.
Han Dong couldn't say anything, but he was sure that people came from the deep sea and had the unique atmosphere of the deep sea.
For the rest, he didn't remember seeing this person at all.
Of course, Han Dong also said that if he is looking for trouble, he should be more familiar with the deep sea and can follow him to the deep sea.
When Yu Ziqing came to the east, he saw a bald man wearing a black robe, like a quail, curled up and pretending to be kneeling outside the small courtyard where King Ruan Ren was eating.
The "remnant" Xi Yang was dangling in front of him, but he kept his head down and pretended not to recognize it.
He has resigned himself to his fate.
Because of the power in his body, after arriving at the locust forest to the east, seeing the heads of the big demons, and seeing King Ruan, he also lay down.
On weekdays, he has to be careful when controlling it and never let down his guard at all times, for fear that those powers will get out of control and turn him into a monster.
Now he is as docile as a lamb.
Tired, destroy, die quickly.
It is better to die in a dangerous place than to become an evil creature.
Yu Ziqing's figure appeared out of thin air and walked towards this side.
The fish-bone bald man raised his head and glanced at it. The power that had been lying flat in his body shrank into a ball in an instant.
It's like curling up into a ball and burying your head in the sand.
He was so frightened that he couldn't even hide his head. In his eyes, what he saw was a body covered in black, with black oily footprints burning with blood and flames.
The eyes were filled with blood and flames, full of strangeness and ominousness, and something barely humanoid was approaching slowly.
The fish-bone bald man knelt on the ground, and suddenly he understood those remaining evildoers.
Not everything can be the object of their control. Some existences can only be worshipped.
In fact, the person they are worshiping on the boat is nothing compared to the person in front of them.
Therefore, he realized that he had found a third path to sainthood that was different from those remnants and different from the saints on the ship.
He knelt on the ground with a pious expression on his face.
"Fishbone, see your great lord."
Yu Ziqing looked at the fishbone's bald head. He was very familiar with this expression and eyes.
He hasn't said anything yet, why did this guy switch sides?
After all, the god of sacrifice has really been tortured for countless years, and the edges and corners have been completely smoothed away.
What's going on with this guy?
Fishbone knelt on the ground, took out a knife, and cut off the fishbone tattoo on the back of his head.
He fell to the ground, as if he couldn't feel the pain, but made a pious request.
"I ask you to grant me the right to get a tattoo. I wish I would use everything I have to devote myself to it."
"..." Yu Ziqing couldn't understand the brain circuits of these saints, but he did want to know a lot of things from this guy.
"What is a tattoo?"
"It is a totem for each of us.
The fish bone behind my head is a weird little fish only as big as a palm.
When I was young, I once witnessed with my own eyes that the sharp spines on this little fish easily pierced all the protection of a senior.
It only left a tiny, undetectable blood spot on his palm, and then he was completely destroyed.
A crazy ferocious beast died completely because it accidentally ate the little fish.
The bones melted into the sea.
So, I turned the fish bone into my name, tattooed it on my head, and turned it into my totem.
The tattoo on the back of my head is because I haven’t found a new totem since I became an adult.
But now I've found it."
Fishbone's eyes were full of fanaticism, so fanatical that he had ignored the sense of danger that was jumping around all the time.
Yu Ziqing understood that it was something that did not have much effect, but could add a positive state to the mind.
He didn't understand the saint's brain circuit, so he nodded when he saw that this guy was overly cooperative.
The fish bones seemed to be resurrected with blood. He took off his robe, revealing his thin body.
His robe was spread out, with all kinds of weird materials hanging inside, and there were ready-made patterns inside.
Yu Ziqing could tell that this was some kind of ritual.
This guy has been preparing rituals for a long time, but he has never performed them.
He knelt in the center of the robe, his arms strangely wrapped around his back, as if he had no bones. He held a carving knife and a needle in his two hands and began to carve on his back.
The blood flows and the rituals begin.
Yu Ziqing glanced sideways at a locust tree in the distance, poked half of his head out of it, and said nothing.
Half Brain did not remind him to stop him, so Yu Ziqing allowed the saint to perform his rituals.
This guy had even prepared the rituals for who knows how long, and even had a fish bone tattooed on the back of his head. Yu Ziqing didn't believe it if this guy didn't already have a bone on the back of his head.
Fish Bone's ritual went smoothly, and as his back became dripping with blood, the ritual reached its final stage.
A strange aura circulated, and a hint of the hungry ghost's aura emerged from the fish bones.
On the back of his flesh-and-blood mold, something barely recognisable, with a humanoid shape, a completely black body and eyes closed appeared.
The tattoo was extremely abstract, but Yu Ziqing just glanced at it, and his eyes became a little strange.
He recognized at a glance that this extremely abstract thing seemed... to be himself.
And there is indeed the aura of a hungry ghost in that tattoo.
Lao Yang is right, rituals and rituals are indeed extremely evil things.
This was the first time that Yu Ziqing felt the breath of a hungry ghost on a living person.
Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing felt that he had some clues as to the method he had been looking for to let living people practice the Hungry Ghost Path.
After the ritual was completed, the weird and strange aura dissipated.
The fish bones seemed to have been consumed greatly, and his face was as pale as paper, but he still gritted his teeth and thanked him.
He felt that after carrying this person on his back, even if it was incomplete and his eyes were still closed, he was still under great pressure.
But the power in his body became extremely tame.
He can be very sure that from now on, he will never be at risk of becoming a monster again.
He was full of enthusiasm and consciously found the most perfect road, the third road of saints.
Worship one of the most terrifying and ominous existences as the Dinghai Divine Needle, and then control another worship object that needs help to gain strength and promotion.
Using the former to suppress the power, they eventually became the destination of evil creatures and were completely neutralized.
This only requires that he remain loyal and pious to the former.
The high priest is right, they saints are only loyal to themselves.
Now that he remained loyal to the terrible person in front of him, he was loyal to himself, and everything became perfect.