Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 296 Acquaintances in the Deep Sea, The Third Road to Saints (6k)

For Yu Ziqing, Yugui has a lot of advantages, but of course there are also disadvantages.

It has appeared now, because everyone thinks it is not important, but they can still watch the fun and have fun, and it will inevitably be spread widely with the help of Yugui.

Those saints thought that the most difficult intelligence investigation was obtained in a way that was unexpectedly simple.

This process is not important anymore, what is important is that the saints know who to turn to.

The 64-hedron crystal that year went through a series of tosses in the deep sea and was swallowed by a giant shark.

Back then, there was news of the fairy grass on the land side, and there was news that the big pickpocket had disappeared. Some forces on the land suffered a lot of losses, and the big forces also had friction with each other.

Anyway, by mistake, this giant shark, thinking that I have done it, and the opportunity has come, even hangs the life shrine of the big skinker on his waist as a trophy.

In the end, he was beaten to death near the coastline by the furious gangster.

And because of the existence of this alien species, Yu Ziqing, he went to dig out the intestines of the giant shark monster, and gave the giant shark's Ollie, who should have been ignored by no one, and turned it into organic loess with the Hunyuan Jindou...

Only then did I get the 64-sided crystal.

Yu Ziqing has always been curious about why there is such a strange thing in the belly of that giant shark.

It is estimated that it will be answered soon.

Those crazy saints, in a sane but crazy state, are now eyeing Xi Yang and Jin Lanshan.

Although they didn't focus on Jinlan Mountain just to find the 64-hedron crystal, it turned out to be like this.

The bald jellyfish stayed on Minghu Island for a few days before deciding to go on land.

Although in their inherent concept, land is particularly dangerous, but now, they have obtained too much information.

The bald jellyfish felt that it was not as dangerous as described in the knowledge they had acquired.

The saints have been divided into two factions a long time ago.

One group is serious about serving the gods and gaining power through gifts.

The other faction wants to carry out the will of the ancestors, control the goals of their sacrifices, gain strength through sacrifices and rituals, and obtain the road to promotion.

There are fundamentally irreconcilable contradictions between the two factions, although they both claim to be saints and feel that they are orthodox.

It is normal to pinch each other when they meet, and it is normal to die endlessly. If one of them is not completely extinct, it will never end.

The jellyfish with bald heads belong to the tightrope-walking control faction, but they think this is the right way. Waiting for gifts like beggars is simply turning back the wheel of history.

If you want something, you can control it and get it.

As long as the sacrificial methods and rituals are correct, all the 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, and the bald jellyfish still remembers it, and it is recorded in the classics describing the danger of the four directions.

A long, long time ago, there was a group of peak saints who sacrificed blood to the entire clan of an ancient race, intending to forcibly advance to the tenth rank.

In the end, the Dadui Dynasty only dispatched the city lord of a city, and wiped out those saints.

Then there were many serious consequences, even the god of sacrifice disappeared.

For this kind of god, the so-called disappearance can actually be regarded as death.

The jellyfish's bald head can still vaguely remember that when he first saw those records on the stone wall inside a certain cabin when he was young, he could clearly feel the fear of the recorder from those 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 had no one told him this kind of news before?
It stands to reason that this should not have been a secret a long time ago, right?

The jellyfish sat on the back of a transporting shark with a bald head, and the whole person was a little tangled.

Was it the high priest who withheld the news?So why is he hiding this?

Or did the high priest himself not know?Impossible, in the last thousand years, people have been occasionally encountered in the deep sea.

Although most monks who can go to the deep sea are very strong.

But there are still strong people who can communicate with them.

The jellyfish's bald head became more and more confused. He didn't know how to express "the times have changed, they can't keep up with the times".

When he got close to the coastline, his whole body 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 the crowd, for fear of being exposed.

He is still working hard to learn the language, customs, and common sense of Sifang, oh, and he has forgotten the three words "Sifang", otherwise, as soon as he speaks, people who know how to know will know that he comes from a far away place.

Now no one here calls this vast land the Quartet.

The jellyfish is bald and cautious. It has been a month, but it is still wandering near the coastline.

And the other fishbone bald head also fell into a confused mood.

Because everything here is different from the teachings he had received, and some places are simply subversively different.

But he didn't think as much as the bald jellyfish thought, he still knew what he was going to do.

Find what was taken by the giant shark.

So, after desperately obtaining information, understanding everything on land, listening to more than 20 jade kui every day, and greedily absorbing everything, he came to the wasteland.

He saw Dadui's archway, which was as steady as a portal to the world, but there was no protection around it, and anyone could approach it.

Just getting closer and feeling the breath, he felt that the recorded Da Dui was indeed terrifying.

The entire divine dynasty has disappeared, and it can still appear now. This kind of divine power is beyond his comprehension.

He went all the way north, planning to take a look at Jinlan Mountain.

He didn't get much information, because the giant shark died so badly back then.

The corpses after death must have spread all over the land now, and it would definitely be impossible to find what he was looking for in a short time.

But like the bald jellyfish, he also easily found Xi Yang's information.

He was going to give up searching for treasures for the time being, and deal with the remnants of those rebellious saints first.

Of course, not now, he is just investigating the news first, and seeing it for himself.

He went north all the way, and soon saw the long stretches of pagoda tree forests, running 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 magical, and his face also became a little pale.

In his eyes, the world seems to have a fault, and the place where the locust tree forest is located is like an abyss.

It's not the kind of sunken abyss, but a huge black mountain, standing tall, but it gives him a feeling of looking directly into the abyss.

His strength seemed to be resistance, no, fear.

It is the thing they worship now, and they are all afraid of approaching here.

The power in his body seemed to be a little out of control, and he wanted to get out of his body and run away quickly.

His head was covered with cold sweat, his whole body was trembling, and layers of reddish light glowed continuously on his body surface.

He closed his eyes, calmed down, and adjusted his breath for a long time before he regained his stability.

When he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware that he was locked.

There is a feeling that as long as he dares to move rashly, he will die on the spot, as if a sword has already reached his forehead, and the next moment he will see his own brain.

He turned his neck with difficulty, and looked towards the northwest.

At this time, he saw that beside the locust forest, there was a lonely small courtyard.

A man with a cold face came out of the small courtyard and looked towards him.

Just looking at it, he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes, and it seemed that his whole body was stabbed.

The fishbone bald head couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to the ground with a plop, trembling.

"I...I...I..."

I kept talking for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to say something like "I didn't mean any harm, I was just passing by" that he couldn't even lie to himself.

It ended in a moan of despair.

"Forgive me..."

Because he met Han Dong hundreds of years ago.

in the deep sea.

When they were submerged under the sea, it happened to be the time to rest and maintain the interior of the cabin.

They hide in a crevice in the sea that is not that deep.

Then suddenly, the sea water split open, a terrible crack that was tens of miles wide and stretched for thousands of miles.

The whistling sword energy, like a real thing, forcibly cut through the sea.

They stood on the deck, and when they raised their heads, they could see the walls of water on both sides like sky curtains.

And just a little bit of power affected them, and the whole ship was almost crushed. The power accumulated in the ship for hundreds of years was completely exhausted at the moment it was affected.

Then they saw that Han Dong was walking through the air, and the strong murderous aura materialized behind him seemed to surround the king, and followed closely behind.

A gigantic monster with a body of three thousand feet, which claims to be the strongest in defense, is covered in armor. It was broken like shredded paper, tossed and broken in the long river of sword energy.

And from the beginning to the end, this sword cultivator whose murderous aura is so heavy that he can kill with just his murderous aura seems to be using a weaker sword.

Obviously, they didn't dare to seek an explanation from the red-eyed Han Dong, they could only watch Han Dong go away, all of them looked like quails, not daring to fart a single one.

Now it's just a glance, just feeling the familiar sword intent after being locked, the fishbone bald head can't even muster up the courage to resist.

He could only lie on the ground, admitting his cowardice, and hoped that this ruthless person would be the same as last time, and not bother to pay attention to them.

They had indeed encountered many strong men in the deep sea, but they had indeed only encountered such a murderous and strong swordsman.

Han Dong walked out of the small courtyard, walked slowly in front of the fish bone bald head, looked at this guy, frowning slightly.

I don't know it, 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 recall that he had passed these people, but he felt a trace of familiarity.

"From the deep sea?"

As soon as these words came out, Yubone's bald head trembled suddenly, and his heart turned cold.

He didn't dare to hide it, and said honestly.

"Yes, from the deep sea. I have seen Your Excellency before, when you killed that beast."

"People from the deep sea, what are you 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, taste what Ziyu sent you while it's still hot.

That guy, leave it to Ziyu, don't do it for him. "

Han Dong let out a cry, and then suddenly realized that although this person came from the deep sea, he didn't come to look for him.

He has no enemies in the deep sea.

There, no matter if he has enemies with him, fierce beasts, or big monsters, as long as there is a confrontation, they will all die.

During the years he wasted in the deep sea, he had become a bit mad, and his murderous intent was too heavy.

The murderous aura is so heavy that even the heart demon can't appear...

Then this person probably has bad intentions towards Jin Lanshan.

Han Dong flicked his fingers, and the frightened fishbone bald head floated behind him and followed him forward.

Han Dong sent a letter to Yu Ziqing, and went back to the courtyard for dinner.

Yubone shivered alone outside the yard with his bald head, when he vaguely heard a female voice say.

"Since it's not the enemy you made in the deep sea back then, you shouldn't think about dealing with it yourself.

In any case, the Prophet must meet Yu and Lichang at once.

Although Ziyu is very nice and takes good care of us, the place where we live is, after all, within the forbidden area of ​​Jinlan Mountain.

To be able to live here safely, Jin Lanshan has already taken a lot of pressure for us..."

But Han Dong kept saying yes, saying that he had not killed for many years, and this time he really didn't want to kill directly...

Yubone lay there with a bald head, and quickly closed his hearing, not daring to eavesdrop.

No one paid attention to him, and no one wanted to kill him. After he gradually settled down, he felt a strange sense of peace in his heart.

Times haven't changed, it's still the same!
The so-called news about Yu Guili has everything, it's all lies!
It has never been said there that this great evil star of the deep sea is now the person guarding the mountain gate for Jinlan Mountain.

Ah, everything is back to expectations, the world is still so difficult, and Sifang is still so dangerous, even more dangerous than expected.

It's just... great.

At least he didn't have to be so dazed, so uncomfortable, so overwhelmed.

An inexplicable sense of peace welled up in his heart. Although he himself felt weird, it was like a life-saving straw at this moment, and he could only grasp this feeling.

On the other side, Yu Ziqing, who had just come out of Langya Courtyard, couldn't help muttering.

"Is Langya Court so poor? You're just kidding me!"

The land exchange in Langya Court was not going very smoothly. In terms of five-color soil, they were not even as rich as Li Huo Court.

The head of Langya Academy is slightly better than the head of Lihuo Academy in defrauding funds.

These guys don't want to watch ready-made materials sit in the warehouse and eat ashes.

Yu Ziqing kept pushing, and the stone puppet who sent Yu Ziqing away looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

He strictly abided by the instructions of the head of the hospital, and pretended not to hear what Yu Ziqing said, otherwise he might be abducted.

At this time, Yu Ziqing raised his head to look at the sky, and a sword light flew towards him and landed in his hand.

After reading Handong's message, Yu Ziqing was immediately happy.

"Hey, I haven't looked for you yet, how dare you touch my lair?"

Yu Ziqing turned his head to look at the stone puppets in Langya Courtyard.

"Think about it. I have a lot of ideas here, which are especially suitable for you. You can try it yourself when you are fine."

The stone figurine puppet did not speak, but cupped its hands.

He didn't believe it, as long as he dared to try, maybe he would 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 after a few days, he returned to Jinlan Mountain.

When he came to Handong, he had been taken away, and he was currently in the east.

Han Dong couldn't say anything, but he was sure that the person came from the deep sea and had the unique breath 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 is familiar with the deep sea, and he can go to the deep sea with him then.

When Yu Ziqing came to the east, he saw a bald man in a black robe, curled up like a quail, pretending to be kneeling, outside the courtyard where King Ruan Ren was eating.

Xi Yang, the "remnant evil", dangled 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, he also lay flat after seeing the heads of the big demons in the Huai Shu forest in the east, and King Ruan Ren.

On weekdays, you have to be careful when controlling it, and you can't relax your vigilance at all times, for fear that those forces will get out of control and turn him into an evil force.

Now he is as tame as a lamb.

Tired, destroy it, die quickly.

It is better to die in a dangerous place than to become a villain.

Yu Ziqing's figure appeared out of thin air, walking towards this side.

The bald fishbone raised his head and glanced at it. The power that had been lying flat in his body instantly shrank into a ball.

It's like curling yourself up into a ball and burying your head in the sand.

He couldn't hide his sincere fear even by burying his head. In his eyes, what he saw was a black oil footprint covered in pitch black, step by step, burning with blood flames.

Bloody flames were shining in the eyes, full of weirdness and ominousness, and something barely in the shape of a human was slowly approaching.

Yubone knelt down on the ground with a bald head, suddenly, he understood those remnants.

Not everything can be the object of their control and leverage. Some existences can only be worshipped.

Even, the one they are worshiping on the boat is nothing compared to the one in front of them.

So, he realized, he found the third way of sainthood, which is different from those remnants, and different from the saints on the boat.

He knelt down on the ground with a pious look on his face.

"Fishbone, see Your Excellency the Great."

Yu Ziqing looked at Yubone's bald head. He was very familiar with this expression and eyes.

He hasn't said anything yet, why did this guy turn his back on him?
The God of Family Sacrifice has really suffered countless years of torture, and the edges and corners have been completely smoothed.

What's up with this guy?
Yubone knelt down on the ground, took out a knife, and cut off the fishbone tattoo on the back of his head.

He dropped his body to the ground, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he just made a pious request.

"Please, Your Excellency, grant me the right to get a tattoo, and I hope that I will use everything I have to offer my loyalty."

"..." Yu Ziqing couldn't understand the brain circuits of these saints, but he really wanted to know a lot from this guy.

"What is a tattoo?"

"It's a totem for each of us.

The fishbone on the back of my head is a weird little fish the size of a palm.

When I was young, I witnessed with my own eyes that the spikes on this little fish easily pierced all the protection of a senior.

It was just a little undetectable blood spot left on his palm, and he was completely wiped out.

A crazy beast died completely because it accidentally ate the little fish.

Bones melted in the sea.

So, I turned the fishbone into my name, stabbed it on my head, and turned it into my totem.

It was stabbed in the back of the head because I didn't find a new totem after I became an adult.

But now I have found it. "

Fishbone's eyes were full of frenzy, so frenzied that he had ignored the sense of danger that was jumping all the time.

Yu Ziqing understood that it was something that didn't have much effect, but could add a positive state of mind.

He didn't understand the saint's brain circuit, so he nodded when he saw that this guy cooperated too much.

The fish bone seemed to be revived with blood, and he took off his robe, revealing his thin body.

His robes were unfurled to reveal all sorts of eccentric materials and ready-made patterns inside.

Yu Ziqing could tell that this was some kind of etiquette.

This guy has prepared a ritual for a long time, but he has not performed it.

He knelt at the very center of the robe, with his arms wrapped around his back strangely, as if there were no bones, and holding a carving knife and needle in both hands, he began to carve on his back.

Blood flowed, and rituals began.

Yu Ziqing glanced sideways at a locust tree in the distance, poked his head out of it for a look, and said nothing.

Half of his head didn't remind him to stop, so Yu Ziqing let the saint perform rituals.

This guy, who has been preparing for rituals for some time, even had fish bones tattooed on the back of his head. Yu Ziqing would not believe that this guy had a backbone in his head a long time ago.

The ritual of the fish bone went smoothly, and with his back becoming bloody, the ritual reached the final stage.

A strange breath circulated, and a hint of the breath of a hungry ghost emerged from the fish bone.

On his bloody back, a figure that could barely be seen was a person, with a pitch-black body and closed eyes appeared.

The tattoo was extremely abstract, but Yu Ziqing just glanced at it, and his eyes became a little weird.

He recognized at a glance that this extremely abstract thing seemed... to be himself.

And in that tattoo, there is indeed the breath of a hungry ghost.

What Lao Yang said was right, rituals are indeed extremely evil.

This was the first time Yu Ziqing felt the breath of a hungry ghost on a living person.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing felt that he had been looking for a way to let living people practice the way of hungry ghosts, and he had a clue.

After the ceremony was completed, the weird and weird aura dissipated.

The fish bones seemed to be consumed a lot, his complexion was as pale as paper, but he still gritted his teeth and kowtowed.

He felt that after carrying this person on his back, even if it was incomplete, even with his eyes closed, he was still under great pressure.

But the power in his body has become extremely docile.

He can be very sure that from now on, he will never have the risk of becoming a villain again.

Full of fanaticism, he consciously found the most perfect way, the third way of sainthood.

Worship one of the most terrifying and ominous existences as the God of Dinghai, and then control another object of worship that needs to be borrowed to gain strength and promotion.

Use the former to suppress the power, and they will eventually become the home of the evil, and they will be completely resolved.

This only requires that he remain loyal to the former and remain devout.

The high priest is right, these saints are only loyal to themselves.

Now that he remains loyal to the terrible person in front of him, he is loyal to himself, and everything has become perfect.

(End of this chapter)