The turbulent mud sea has slowly returned to its former calm, and is even more stable than before.
In the depths of the muddy sea of troubled times, the great demon, who has no true form, no real name, and incomplete personality, has completely calmed down, and he fell into deep thought here.
To this day, he actually still doesn't understand why this is happening, and what's more, he doesn't understand why the opponent's victory is so... so easy, it's like crushing him.
He felt a kind of inner fear.
Even if you have faced generations of ruthless people from the human race, some are ruthless, some are the best at deceiving people, or some are incredibly powerful.
He had never felt such inner fear.
Because he was very sure that even that fierce tiger would never be able to completely wipe him out.
He is different from Chaiwang. Chaiwang is not very strong, and he always thinks about the back-up plan for everything. In the most desperate situation, he can quickly arrange the back-up plan.
Temporary success or failure, temporary disadvantage, do not mean much to them.
The layout he had made before for his return has now become the most important part.
One big mistake will result in a total loss and there will be no room for improvement.
And because he didn't care about time, it seemed that death was already approaching and would arrive in the next moment.
He wants to find a new anchor point, a new source of immortality.
There was no reaction from the Demon King and there was no reaction from the Nine Nian King. They could understand that they were hiding and waiting for recovery. It would be very troublesome if they were exposed.
A guy at the end of the queue was very uneasy about this change.
This thing was forced upon him by the Book of Anshi.
He believed that even if the human race knew that there was a trick in the memory armor of these bastards, they would definitely come and fish these bastards out.
The big demon started to get scared, and then he started to contact other people.
That is no longer practical.
And the human race that took these bastards away has seen the memory armor of these bastards too many times.
Those things filled with evil and filth condensed and merged together, like rotten flesh sinking into the mud, about to completely rot into water and completely dissipate.
But somewhere or when, a huge mistake happened and everything changed.
Peep into the memories of these bastards, and then go deeper and peep into the interactions between these bastards and Luan Lu and others, their interactions with Yu Ziqing, and their interactions with each other.
Suddenly, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and felt that the jade slip was broken, it was a wheel, and there was a little black man and others calling him.
Otherwise, do you expect the original group of uncivilized tribes to be able to create their own sacrificial altars?
It's a pity that no one knows about this incident and no one remembers it.
The Demon began to understand why he no longer had the same feeling as before when he thought of King Qi Yin.
He has stuffed too many memories into the memory armor of these bastards. For some bastards, his memory in the memory armor has almost occupied half of it.
His consciousness fluctuated with the turbulent mud sea, hiding in it, and he peered at the bastards sinking in the turbulent mud sea.
They don't care too much about the time spent in this process.
He was a little scared. This time the road was so smooth, would there be another time?
Next time, and the next time, and a few more times, the Tao will be completely taken away.
Now he has become as if he has spiritual intelligence.
No, he has given up the extravagant hope of immortality.
Only when you are alive can you have everything else. If you die as cleanly as Chali, then there will be nothing.
However, when he called the Seven Yin King, this guy seemed to be dead. The call fell into the sea, and the demon couldn't even feel whether the Seven Yin King was really dead.
But the Great Demon could feel the presence of the Heavenly Demon King and the Nine Nian King, and the call was indeed heard by the other party.
It’s almost impossible to find an honest person in this huge society, and now it’s almost impossible to find even an honest magic weapon.
The demon turned to call the Cliff God King, and got a response this time.
The Great Demon communicated with the Cliff God King for a long time. He expressed his thoughts and all his thoughts and feelings about the death of Chaiwang and Seizing the Way.
Those powers, just like before, were incorporated into the memory armor of those bastards.
Let the matter turn into killing him, the price to pay is something that no one can bear, not even the entire human race can bear.
Look, are they human beings? They are all so wilted.
He also understood why he was so scared. He saw and felt it from the memories of those bastards.
Once upon a time, in their heyday, these bastards were just cannon fodder in his eyes, and he would never look at them in the eyes.
The part of his awakened consciousness also seemed to be burned and slowly dissipated.
Fortunately, he didn't feel any shame. He just felt that he had found a way out.
This is his desperate method to stay at the bottom of the box.
People from Jinlan Mountain, Hungry Ghosts, Dadui, Sempers, Scum, etc...
Everything in the memory armor is under his prying eyes.
The part of consciousness that was sleeping as a sacrifice on the altar has also disappeared forever.
The ink pen, after returning, still maintained its gaudy appearance, floating in front of Yu Ziqing.
Because, he has also walked on the path that Qiyin walked.
No, he must have discovered the problem.
Sacrifice a part of yourself to yourself.
The moment the big demon disappeared, those bastards in the muddy sea of troubled times were the first to feel it.
The endless malice in the sludge sea of troubled times seemed to have become powerless, and the power of erosion also plummeted.
Queue No. 5 came back, without saying anything, he directly shared the memory armor and the induction.
He is both a sacrificial character and a sacrificial recipient.
Now, he finally felt that death was coming and what it felt like to be afraid of death.
Without the shackles of lifespan from inside and outside, the thoughts of the gods will be fundamentally different from those of humans.
Chaiwang died, he was deprived of his path, everything became more and more obvious.
Personality is the foundation of the power of the gods. If someone can really take away their personality completely, then the so-called gods will usher in the real dusk.
He also discovered the root of the trouble caused by being too casual and arrogant.
A bastard contacted the little black man immediately and informed him of the changes that had occurred here.
A group of bastards gathered around each other to keep warm. They were confused and checked each other.
And he must follow the path that the human race arranged for these bastards.
He moved forward very smoothly without encountering any obstacles. The malice here only became slightly stronger, but it was far less violent than before, and he could still bear it.
He walked around here carefully and searched carefully, but couldn't sense anything. The person had indeed disappeared completely.
Because the gods themselves have not personally arranged the sacrificial altar for a long, long time, nor have they personally presided over the sacrificial altar for a long, long time.
Coupled with the fact that they are immortal, then, on a long enough time scale, they will be invincible, let alone invincible. At least they will be invincible.
Then, he no longer has to fear foreseeable death.
It was like evaporating and disappearing directly.
Yu Ziqing is in retreat in the palace city, and he wants to appreciate the harvest.
Going all the way to the deepest place where the great demon once slept, No. 5 in line could no longer feel anything.
In the end, even the things that built the strange altar decayed rapidly and disappeared into the sea of sludge.
After they penetrated a certain distance, they did not dare to move forward.
When the contact was disconnected, Da Mo thought quietly.
A large amount of information was shared by the Cliff God-King to the Great Demon of the Sludge Sea.
This is the biggest mistake, a mistake that cannot be changed.
Yu Ziqing knew that the Zhubi and the Book of Anshi were definitely not two things, but one.
The big devil wants to find a way out for himself, just from his own perspective, not from the perspective of the past gods.
They cautiously swam along the seaside, and after confirming that it was not only the seaside, but also the deeper areas, they were no different from the seaside, so they cautiously moved deeper.
The two established contact and exchanged information in detail. Cliff God King also wanted to know what the big devil had experienced.
It must be this, there is no other possibility.”
Presumably, the problem has already been discovered.
As that part of the sleeping consciousness was completely sacrificed, the demon's personality began to change.
Something big happened?
Nowadays, even seizing the Dao can be so easy.
As for the delusions of the gods to destroy the human race, trample the human race under their feet again, and turn them into monkeys who can only sacrifice, he gave up earlier.
But in this long time scale, the human race, which seemed to have won the war back then, could not make mistakes.
Time and immortality will become useless.
"Hungry ghost."
Therefore, he can only choose to kidnap humans and kidnap more.
He was really afraid, not just of one person, but of many people of the same race.
The biggest advantage they have is time, and time is always on their side.
This part of his personality slowly dissipated.
However, after saying this, the Cliff God King could no longer judge.
It turns out that part of this bitch has been following him from the beginning.
The other bastards also contacted their acquaintances who had gone out and told them about the situation here.
The mistake was so big that it could even annihilate the mistake.
Because he doesn't care about time, it is inevitable that he will eventually die on a long enough time scale.
"Yes, it all started with the appearance of hungry ghosts.
The ink pen has been pretending to be dead for so long, and now it is no longer acting. It is just floating here and there, just writing a series of words on the pen.
…
For a long time, apart from being able to write on the Anshi Book, there seemed to be nothing special about Zhubi.
The sea of sludge in the turbulent world has become extremely calm.
His consciousness wandered among those bastards, peering into their memory armor.
Even if they are all dead, that one will definitely not be annihilated in the abyss of destruction.
Over the years, the Abyss of Perdition has become more and more violent, and the wind and waves have become more and more wild. Who knows if this situation is the calm before the storm, so he gritted his teeth and said.
Because he would never die before, that's why he was more scared than these bastards after seeing death waving to him.
It was as if the existence of the great demon had been lost, and the entire sea of turbulent mud had lost its violent and gloomy atmosphere.
They once thought that it would be impossible to replicate part of the human race's Dao Seduction, even if it was only the beginning.
After abandoning his arrogance and becoming shameless, he found that there was room for redemption in everything.
Those things gathered little by little with the fluctuations of the mud sea, and finally turned into a strange altar sunk in the deepest part of the mud sea in the troubled world.
Then, in the deepest part of the muddy sea of the entire troubled world, strange things began to condense.
After surviving those ruthless people back then and leaving only a few left, their disadvantages will become less and less obvious.
I found that everyone could feel it. The one sleeping deepest was missing.
When the human race that won the war slowly entered decline and began to become weak, they would return and stand again in the position that originally belonged to them.
They will arrange a little bit of things that are not noticeable at all, and stretch the entire layout to one era, or even two eras.
Because he couldn't understand it at that time.
In the Great Demon City, he only felt that the process of being deprived of the Dao was so overwhelming that there were almost no obstacles. It was so fast that he almost didn't feel anything and it was over.
Originally, everything was going very smoothly. The human race was constantly weakening, and they just had to wait for the opportunity to return.
There is always a chance of recovery.
The big devil has completely disappeared.
In the most ancient times, the original source of the sacrificial altars controlled by hundreds of tribes was the gods.
Rather than standing on the altar and offering sacrifices with your head held high.
Damn it, no wonder the Book of Anshi has always been lying in Jinlan Mountain, serving as the entrance to the copy. It seems that he is not too forced to follow Yu Ziqing.
Now, his life depends on these bastards.
Invisible pressure emerged, and black flames suddenly ignited, directly encompassing the part of the demon's consciousness that had not yet awakened.
At this time, everyone was completely sure that the sleeping person had really disappeared suddenly.
With this thought, the demon's awakening consciousness slowly dissipated.
This is too obvious, and a little too confident.
The Cliff God King has a plan, but the big devil feels that the Cliff God King is too far behind Chafan, and he doesn't want to follow the Cliff God King's plan.
"I actually have some intelligence."
Everyone has moved, who can still determine who it is?
It's impossible, we can only confirm that it's the human race, that's all.
After sharing the information, the two of them communicated for a long time.
The consciousness of the big devil began to disperse and was connected to the memory armor of each bastard here.
The gods in the past may have used some method, or other gods may have used some method to save him.
Even Wang Zixuan asked him to call back.
There is even a realm of hungry ghosts.
Even, they don't feel that they have lost, they are just at a disadvantage.
The things taken away by the scum fall into the hands of those who seize the Tao. All of these must be connected.
The weather is calm and there are no waves.
The ideas of the gods and the persistence of the gods have begun to fall apart.
Seeing the altar taking shape, the demon did not hesitate to place the part of his consciousness that had not yet awakened as a sacrifice on the altar.
"I'll go take a look, but then I want to be at the front of the line."
They will be confident that they will always come back, and in the ups and downs, they can send away generations of ruthless people.
With King Qi Yin like this, he no longer even gets angry. He even sighs that the level of King Qi Yin hiding is really getting higher and higher. Even the gods who were most familiar with him are not sure about him.
Does it still exist?
The demon suppressed that fear and suppressed the urge to seek medical treatment.
That feeling of fear also dissipated slightly.
Recognizing oneself is a particularly difficult thing. The devil recognized himself at this moment, so he found a way.
After the gods suffered a big loss once, they would definitely not give the monks a chance to rise again.
It turns out that gods are also afraid, and they are more intense and fearful than ordinary creatures and ordinary gods.
Slowly, the devil became enlightened.
The power gained from the sacrifices will push the demon to do what he wants to do.
Being deprived of the Tao this time must have something to do with it.
Everything has changed now.
There must have been a big problem with his poor acting at the beginning, maybe it was just to make him relax his vigilance.
The bastards discussed it and thought it was quite reasonable. They risked their lives just to join the queue, which was very reasonable.
Only then did he truly understand how terrifying those guys were.
As he continued to lay out his plans, he also began to let go of his deep-rooted arrogance. He changed from a god who never looked at people squarely, with his nostrils turned upward, full of disdain, to a shameless voyeur, peering deeply into the memory armor.
everything of.
Everything has changed now, everything seems different.
This acting skill is in the same vein as the Book of Anshi. Yu Ziqing is not blind, so of course he is sure that this ink pen is the Book of Anshi.
In the words of the human race, Chaiwang is a typical example of insidiousness and viciousness. Unfortunately, Chaiwu died so tragically that he died in an unknown manner before he could do anything.
The last one, now carrying the code name of No. 5 in the queue, goes straight to the deepest part of the sludge of the troubled world.
They can make mistakes and keep making mistakes.
At that time, he felt that there were many people in the human race who were not afraid of death, and even regarded death as home, and there was nothing special about it.
Their role has always been to accept sacrifices to the gods.
Two words instantly appeared in Cliff God King's mind.
Death is definitely not death, and it is definitely not annihilation.
Because the tiger moved, the four gods moved, and even a real dragon was born.
In the past, when everyone was tied together, it was only a huge disadvantage, no matter what, but it was not a complete failure.
Then others are even more helpless.
A sacrificial altar.
Yu Ziqing frowned, took a step forward, and disappeared into the palace city.
The ink brush floating there suddenly stopped, as if in disbelief, Yu Ziqing really left it here.
The ink pen turned in a circle, then turned the tip of the pen and drew a circle in the air. It turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the circle.
I wish you all a happy new year, good health, good luck and good fortune in the new year.