Chapter 821 Packing up the ancestors and never having future troubles
"Do you know that Guapi?"
"I don't know him, or I can't remember him, but someone with this kind of ability shouldn't be an unknown person."
"Well, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't know me."
Qin Yang didn't care much. What he cared about was that he found someone who could take the blame and block the attack, and he also wanted to ensure that the idiot had no doubt that he had the storybook in his hands.
He even had to make sure that the idiot felt that he had tried his best to pretend to be an idiot and become a real idiot, so he managed to escape with the storybook.
Qin Yang felt that it was quite tiring to follow the rhythm of a real idiot who was pretending to be an idiot. It was much more tiring than directly killing people.
Fortunately the result is good.
That idiot now definitely thinks that he has successfully deceived people.
Qin Yang didn't pay much attention to the stupid frog eyes and continued to summarize.
The ability of frog eyes is to materialize things that the other party confirms, or acquiesces, or takes for granted, and does not doubt, into reality.
It is essentially a power at the level of consciousness.
Through the performance of the frog's eyes, and then reflecting on itself for comparison, you can list some of them first. They have not been determined at all in the storybook, or they may not be included.
But it may happen that they are essentially the same basic truths as those established truths.
First, the storybook may not cover all the settings of the entire world of the dead.
So, a previous thought.
After the storybook completes its evolution, its content will be incorporated into the White Jade Divine Gate, and the idea of turning the White Jade Divine Gate into the Gate of Truth again will be attempted to escape from the world of the dead.
Maybe it's not very possible.
Second, the power of pure consciousness may not have any changes or restrictions even in the world of the dead, or it may not have much changes and restrictions.
The power of consciousness that the living can exert can still be exerted in the world of the dead.
Such is the magical power of frog eyes.
And his Mie Zi Jue and Si Zi Jue are deeper derivative powers. In the world of the dead, there is no restriction or influence at all.
This is Qin Yang's magical power that has not been affected from beginning to end so far.
Third, the creation of the world of the dead may be the eternal outcome of the ancient underworld.
The skill points in the ancient underworld itself are all of the divine soul type.
Let’s take a look at the second article.
People from the ancient underworld probably have a natural advantage here.
Maybe this is one of the results they want.
Fourth, the undead are confirmed to regain consciousness after entering the world of the dead.
And people with the power of consciousness may recover faster.
The time to wake up is earlier, the time to recover strength is shorter, and the recovery strength is stronger.
This step is fast, step by step, and the first-mover advantage will be expanded to the extreme.
Now is the time when the wind is blowing. If you sit in the wind blowing, you will skyrocket and get twice the result with half the effort.
And those who come after me are afraid that when they want to do something again, they will just hit the iron plate.
Qin Yang wrote down these summaries and then put away the small notebook.
A good memory is always inferior to a bad pen.
After all, considering that after having the plastic black sword, he became more and more comfortable in cutting himself. If one day his hand slips and he cuts something too much, he can no longer remember it, thank you.
When he raised his head, he saw the novelist stretching his neck and looking at his small notebook.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, just a little unexpected. This is the first time in so many years that I have seen a monk like you who writes down everything. Well, in my time, I had never seen one before." The novelist sighed a little.
"A good memory is not as good as a bad pen."
"A wise saying." The novelist greatly agreed. After thinking about it for a while, he took a note and wrote down this sentence.
"Now that the storybook has been taken away, we can go find land. There is no way this world will be without land, right?"
"I have no idea."
"Then we just keep floating on the sea?"
…
After the world of the dead is opened, it will not only affect the undead.
In this world of the dead, the moment it appeared, a powerful force could sense it.
However, no one can cross it.
This boundary is the boundary between life and death.
Want to come over?
Simple, die.
At this moment, is the real world, the node that truly opens.
Those guys who had been struggling for who knows how long started to move one after another.
Under the Underworld of the Underworld Demon Sect, the Bone Ferryman opened his eyes, looked at the Yin River behind the altar, and grinned.
"You are suffering like this and will never be reincarnated. It would be better if you turned into a lone boat and came with me to go on a journey. It would be better than having no end."
As soon as he finished speaking, the skeleton ferryman smashed the incense burner in front of him into pieces.
She ended her act of borrowing Yinshou.
At the moment when her life span was completely exhausted, she jumped up and jumped towards the Yin River. Her body slowly collapsed in mid-air, turning into fly ash and scattering in the river.
Countless ghosts and ghosts in the river scrambled to grab the ashes, and died suddenly one after another, turning into nothing.
At the same time, flying ash fell from the sky above the Black Sea, quickly condensing into the shape of a skeleton ferryman.
Under her body, countless ghosts collapsed and turned into pieces of white bones, condensing into a white bone boat, carrying the ferryman of bones who had not yet awakened, and sailed towards the direction of the sky.
At the same time, in an unknown place, there were also several ferrymen who had died but were still struggling to survive. At the same time, they chose to give up and devote themselves to the world of the dead.
…
In a void, Meng Yi came to the Taoist ancestral mausoleum.
After prostrating outside, he lit a golden incense stick.
"Forefathers and clans above me, I have an unworthy disciple, Meng Yi, and I have something important to report."
"Disciples know that among our ancestors, some once held positions in the ancient heaven, and some held seals in the ancient underworld. Let's not mention the battles back then. It is already a thing of the past.
Now, some of you should have sensed many things that disciples cannot sense.
Please allow me, disciple, to be bold and unbridled.
Everything in the past has become nothing but clouds. Now, the master of our Taoist sect has made a decisive decision with great fearlessness, great perseverance, and great wisdom, and has entered the situation with death.
He established the laws of heaven and earth, an unprecedented feat in the past and present.
The sect leader has always scorned the so-called disputes over ideas, and it is most useful to do something more than the so-called disputes over ideas.
The overall situation has been decided, and it’s all up to you, sages, how you decide.”
Meng Yi's sonorous and powerful words, every word and word, sound like thunder, poured into the deepest part of the mausoleum, which can be regarded as extremely unrestrained.
Among the mausoleums, the air of death fills the sky, and the wind howls like thousands of people roaring and roaring.
Obviously some people strongly disagree with Meng Yi's statement, especially the so-called dispute over ideas.
The death energy turned into a long river and roared towards him. Meng Yi stood expressionless, motionless.
When the death energy rushed in front of him, he saw that the death energy seemed to be controlled by someone, being pinched and pulled back.
"pedantic."
An angry shout came from deep in the mausoleum.
I saw the death energy that rolled back, expanding like a snowball, and finally turned into a huge black ball thousands of miles away. Then in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a finger again and fell towards a mausoleum.
"Forgetting the true teachings of Taoism, adhering to evil principles, and not repenting, now you dare to risk the disapproval of the world and attack the contemporary tomb-keepers. Their hearts must be punished, and their bodies must be destroyed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that finger falling suddenly.
It was like crushing an ant to death, crushing it directly on a tombstone that reached into the clouds.
In an instant, the tombstone and the mausoleum were shattered into powder!
In the group of mausoleums, a space suddenly became vacant.
In an instant, everything was quiet.
A voice came from deep inside the mausoleum again.
"The Taoist sect never lets us dead people make decisions. Since both the sect leader and the tomb-keepers have made this decision, we fully support it, so why argue.
Burning our remaining bodies and turning them into firewood, now is the time for us to carry it out."
The tomb group was silent for a long time.
Sounds exploded in the sky.
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
…
I agreed one after another and thought about it one after another.
When there was no sound anymore, from the deepest part of the mausoleum, a bearded man wearing a leather skirt, disheveled hair, and a body full of deathly energy came through the air.
The bearded man walked halfway and looked around the entire mausoleum group.
"This is the general trend, and it is also related to the Dao sect and the general trend of the human race. Those who are unwilling to second the opinion are probably those who stick to their own ideas.
Or maybe you are still thinking about the unrealistic hope of rekindling your life.
I have sensed that the world that truly belongs to us is calling.
The boundary between life and death is becoming more and more obvious. Even if you are forced to stay, you cannot be forced to stay for too long.
In consideration of the great contributions you have made to Taoism in the past, I ask again.
Are you willing to go with me?"
As soon as these words came out, three more voices came.
"willing."
The bearded man waited for a few more breaths, but after seeing no movement, he sighed with a complex expression.
"In this case, don't blame me for being cruel. I will never return here, so I won't leave any harm or hidden danger to the Taoist sect. I will be responsible for this evil person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man stretched out his hand.
A big hand in the sky fell from the void, and its five fingers landed on the five tombs respectively.
The five unwilling mausoleums instantly collapsed and turned into powder.
Meng Yi watched and said nothing the whole time.
He knows the most, but some things he is unwilling to say and some things he cannot say.
It's the same this time.
Only at this moment, when all the sages were about to shatter themselves and be completely finished, did he speak again.
"Sages, just go all the way north."
Seeing that Meng Yi didn't say much, the bearded man thought about the words for a moment and laughed unexpectedly.
"Although contemporary Taoist sects are in decline, from the sect master to the tomb-keepers, they are truly remarkable."
One by one, the dead came out of the tomb.
Many of them have lost their human form and turned into pure ominous things. They don't even remember who they are, but they still remember the beliefs they have adhered to throughout their lives.
When someone asks that sentence, they will still follow it instinctively.
The bearded man led a group of ominous people out of the station and walked into the void.
Before leaving, the bearded man waved his hand, rolled up the entire station and threw it away, thus resolving his last worries.
Meng Yi bowed to the bearded man and others.
I also felt slightly relieved.
Qin Yang was still there, and he also felt something unusual. He thought of the legends passed down from generation to generation by the people who guarded the tomb, and he almost understood what happened.
He wanted to enter the game by dying, but unfortunately, he was now carrying the main beam of the Taoist sect alone and could not afford to die.
He couldn't die either. Qin Yang allowed them to live at the cost of his own death. He had no right to die.
So, after thinking about it, it was the only thing I could do.
That is to say, all the Taoist ancestors were sent there.
…
Sand sea desert.
Under the Lunzhuan Temple, the void exploded, and the rich death energy spurted out from under the Lunzhuan Temple.
The golden light of Lunzhuan Temple was so strong that I tried to suppress it, but in the blink of an eye, the death energy reversed and completely suppressed the golden light of Lunzhuan Temple.
A group of great monks turned purple in shock and had no idea what was going on.
It is impossible for all the people in the Corpse Vein to master such a strong death energy.
Just when they were terrified, the earth cracked.
The bearded man walked out of the crack with a lot of ominous things, stepped on the dead air, and soared into the sky.
Flying high in the sky, the bearded man looked back. A group of great monks in the Lunzhuan Temple suddenly felt as if they were struck by lightning. Their minds were swaying, their spiritual platforms were lost, and their consciousnesses were trembling.
"Although they are heretics, they are still our human race after all. I hope you and others will completely turn the heretics into the strength of our human race."
The bearded man did not embarrass these great monks. After saying a word, he restored the split temple in two with a wave of his hand, then swept away all the dead energy and walked away.
A bunch of great monks looked at each other, their faces greener than the last.
The powerful and ominous things they had heard about, all put together, were not as many as what they had just seen!
Thanks to these ominous things, it seems quite reasonable, otherwise.
Generally speaking, it is ominous. If you sense the aura of the Lunzhuan Temple, your first reaction is probably to smash the Lunzhuan Temple first.
A bunch of ominous things that can cause changes in the celestial phenomena and attract disasters but cannot be struck by thunder are swaying across the border and passing through the air. Wherever they pass, everyone is like a turtle, and no one dares to provoke them.
The bearded man didn't embarrass anyone, he didn't even try to influence others, and headed all the way to the far north.
After passing through the Demon Kingdom and Dayan, entering the Arctic Icefield, and arriving at the Land of Eternal Night, the bearded man looked into the depths of the Land of Eternal Night and cupped his hands.
"Daomen, you're polite."
After the courtesy, there was no response, and the bearded man didn't take it seriously. He already knew why Meng Yi asked him to come here.
He saw the ominous and evil things on the ground that were attracted by the aura of death.
The air of death filled the sky, pouring into it, and it was ominous and evil, so full...
The bearded man rushed into it with a lot of ominousness and entered the inner world.
At this time, in the world of death.
Zhang Zhengyi, who had obtained the complete authority of the Underworld Emperor and was crowned the Underworld Emperor, was wandering along the long and desolate coastline like a bastard.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhengyi, who was bored, opened his eyes wide.
He saw a skinny figure suddenly appear on a stone wall in front of him.
"Ouch, someone is coming!"
He rushed over quickly, only to see the figure seemed to be hung on the stone wall, unable to escape.
On the back of the figure, a huge rune slowly emerged, sucking it tightly onto it.
The visitor saw Zhang Zhengyi and recognized him immediately.
Zhang Zhengyi had been hanging around the mausoleums for a long time before.
"I am the seventy-sixth generation of the Taoist tomb guardian!"
Zhang Zhengyi was slightly startled and didn't wait for him to say anything.
Then he saw five ominous guys appearing next to them again. They were hung on the stone wall, and a rune lit up behind them, keeping them there.
Zhang Zhengyi didn't understand why, so when he turned around, he saw the deathly energy billowing from the horizon, turning into a canopy, running towards this side.
In just a few breaths, the bearded man appeared with a lot of ominousness.
The bearded man looked Zhang Zhengyi up and down, the more he looked, the more delighted he became.
"So that's it. The current generation of Taoist tomb guardians is wonderful."
"Senior..." Zhang Zhengyi was so frightened that his legs went weak.
"Don't be afraid. We are all martyrs of the Taoist sect. When you guard this place, you must remember not to let people pass easily. But if you are defeated, don't pay attention."
"ah?"
"As for these people, their hearts have been betrayed. I will kill their hearts and destroy their bodies. You should understand that they can still go straight into the realm of the dead.
In order to avoid future troubles, I will keep them here forever.
This spirit-suppressing talisman was created by the Taoist sect's 130th generation preacher. It is said that it was because he wanted to create a magical power that could restrain the supernatural power of the prince.
Those who are in the middle cannot be transcended and cannot be reborn.
Now, I will pass it on to you."
As soon as the bearded man had an idea, a bunch of things were poured directly into Zhang Zhengyi's mind.
Zhang Zhengyi rolled his eyelids and fainted.
"You're still too young after all..."
The bearded man couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and strode toward the Black Sea with his ominous companions.