Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 397 Everyone Scolds Qi Yin, Everyone Is Qi Yin (5k)

The muddy sea of ​​troubled times slowly restored its former calm, and it was even more stable than before.

In the depths of the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, the great demon who has no real form, no real name, and incomplete personality has completely calmed down, and he fell into deep thought here.

Until now, he actually still doesn't understand why this happened, and what's more, why the other party seized the way like this... so easily, it's almost like being crushed.

He felt a kind of inner fear.

Even the ruthless people who have faced the human race generation after generation, are either vicious, or the best at deceiving people, or are incredibly powerful.

He had never felt such a heartfelt fear.

Because he was very sure that even that fierce tiger would never be able to wipe him out completely.

He is different from Chava, Chava is not strong, and he always thinks of the backhand in everything. When the most desperate situation, he can quickly arrange the backhand.

Momentary success or failure, momentary disadvantage, does not mean much to them.

They will be confident, they will always come back, and in the ups and downs, they will be able to send away generations of ruthless people.

They will arrange a little something that doesn't feel at all, and stretch the whole layout to one era, or even two eras.

When the human race that won the war at that time slowly enters decline and begins to become weak, they will return and stand in their original position again.

They didn't care too much about the time spent in the middle.

Without the shackles of longevity, which comes from inside and outside, the thoughts of the gods will be different from the human race from the root.

The biggest advantage they have is time, and time is always on their side.

Coupled with immortality, then, on a long enough time scale, let alone whether they are victorious or not, at least they are inherently invincible.

They can make mistakes and keep making mistakes.

There is always a chance of redemption.

Even, they don't feel that they have lost, they are just at a disadvantage.

After killing those ruthless people back then, and there are very few left, their disadvantages will become less and less obvious.

But on this long time scale, the human race, which seemed to have won the war, could not make mistakes.

One big mistake, the whole game will be lost, and there is no room for turning around.

The gods have suffered a big loss, and they will definitely not give the monk a second chance to rise.

Originally, everything was going very smoothly, the human race was constantly weakening, they just had to wait for the time to return.

But somewhere and when, a huge mistake happened and everything changed.

That mistake is so big that even the wrong one can be annihilated.

Now, even seizing the Dao can be done so easily.

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.

Both time and immortality will become useless.

He was a little scared, this time the Taoism was so smooth, will there be another time?
The next time, the next time, a few more times, the Tao will be completely taken away.

They used to think that it was impossible to copy a part of the beginning of the human race back then, even if it was the beginning.

Everything has changed now, everything seems different.

Da Mo started to fear, and then he started to contact other people actively.

Heavenly Demon King didn't respond, and King Jiu Nian didn't respond either. The two can understand that they are hiding and waiting for recovery. It would be very troublesome if they were exposed.

But the big demon could feel the presence of the Heavenly Demon King and King Jiu Nian, and the call was indeed heard by the other party.

However, when he called the Seven Yin King, it seemed that this guy was already dead, and the call went nowhere, and even the devil couldn't feel whether the Seven Yin King was really dead or not.

The big demon suppressed that fear, and suppressed the act of going to the doctor in a hurry.

With King Qiyin like this, he won't even be angry anymore, and he even sighs that the level of King Qiyin's hiding is really getting higher and higher. Even the gods who were most familiar with him can't be sure of him. Is it still there.

The big demon turned to call the cliff god king, and this time he got a response.

The two established a connection and exchanged information carefully. The Cliff God King also wanted to know what the great demon had experienced.

However, after finishing talking here, the cliff god king can't judge.

Because the tiger moved, the four gods moved, and even a real dragon was born.

In the Great Demon City, he could only feel that the process of being taken away was overwhelming, with almost no obstacles, so fast that he almost didn't feel anything before it was over.

Then the others are even worse.

Everyone has moved, who can be sure who it is?
Impossible, it can only be confirmed that it is the human race, nothing more.

The big demon communicated with the Cliff God King for a long time. He expressed his thoughts, expressed all his thoughts and feelings about the death of the poor, and the Taoism.

In the mind of the Cliff God King, two words instantly appeared.

"Hungry."

"Certainly, it all began with the appearance of hungry ghosts.

Even, there is the way of hungry ghosts.

This is the biggest mistake, the one that cannot be changed.

It must be this, there is no other possibility. "

A large amount of information was shared by the Cliff God King to the Great Demon of the Sludge Sea.

After sharing the information, the two of them communicated for a long time.

After disconnecting, Da Mo thought quietly.

The Cliff God King has a plan, but the big demon feels that the Cliff God King is too far behind the poor, and he doesn't want to follow the Cliff God King's plan.

In the words of the human race, the evil is the typical sinister and vicious, but unfortunately, the death of the evil is too miserable, and there is no time to do anything, and the death is unclear.

The big devil wants to find a way out for himself, just from his own perspective, not from the perspective of the former gods.

The wrong death, he was taken away, everything has become more and more obvious.

In the past, everyone was twisted into one rope, but no matter what, it was only a particularly big disadvantage, and it was not a complete failure.

Now everything has changed.

The ideas of the gods, the persistence of the gods, have already begun to fall apart.

The big devil began to understand why when he thought of the Seven Yin King now, he wouldn't have the same feeling as before.

Because, he has also walked on the path that Qi Yin walked.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any shame, he just felt that he had found a way out.

His consciousness is hidden in the muddy sea fluctuating with the chaos, and he peeps at the bastards sinking in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times.

In the past, in his heyday, these bastards were just cannon fodder, and he never looked at them directly.

Now, his livelihood depends on these bastards.

The layout he made for his return before has now become the most important part.

His consciousness, wandering among those bastards, peered into their memory armor.

In the process of continuing the layout, he also began to let go of the deep-rooted arrogance, from a god who never looked directly at people, with his nostrils upturned, full of disdain, into a shameless voyeur, peeping deep into the armor of memory everything of.

Peep at the memories of these bastards, and then go deeper, peek at the communication between these bastards and the wheels and others, the communication with Yu Ziqing, and the communication between each other.

As long as there is everything in the memory armor, it is under his peeping.

Slowly, the big demon came to his senses.

After abandoning his arrogance, he felt shameless, and found that everything could be redeemed.

That feeling of fear dissipated a little bit.

He also understood why he was so afraid, he saw and felt it from the memory of those bastards.

Because he wouldn't die at all before, and that's why he was more afraid than these bastards after seeing that death was already beckoning to him.

Because he doesn't care about time, on a long enough time scale, it is inevitable that he will die eventually.

And because he doesn't care about time, it seems that death is already approaching, and it will arrive in the next moment.

It turns out that the gods will also be afraid, and they will be more intense and fearful than ordinary creatures and gods.

Recognizing oneself is a particularly difficult thing, and Da Mo recognized himself right now, so he found his way.

He also discovered the root of the disaster that had been planted by being too casual and arrogant.

In the memory armor of these bastards, he has already stuffed too many memories. For a few bastards, the memory belonging to him in the memory armor has already occupied almost half of it.

This is too obvious, and a little too brazen.

And the human race who took these bastards away has seen the memory armor of these bastards too many times.

Presumably, the problem has already been discovered.

No, he must have figured out the problem.

Being seized this time must have something to do with it.

The things that were taken away by the scum fell into the hands of those who seized the Tao. All of these things must be related.

People from Jinlan Mountain, hungry ghosts, Dadui, Dao Dao, scum, etc...

The consciousness of the big demon began to disperse, and was connected to the memory armor of each bastard here.

Then, in the deepest part of the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, strange things began to condense.

Those things that are full of evil and filth, condense and merge, like rotten meat that has sunk into the mud, is about to rot completely and dissipate completely.

With the fluctuation of the mud sea, those things gathered little by little, and finally turned into a strange altar sunken in the deepest part of the mud sea.

A sacrificial altar.

In the oldest era, the sacrificial altars mastered by hundreds of clans originally came from the gods.

Otherwise, expect the first group of uncivilized tribes to create an altar for sacrifice?
It's a pity that no one knew about this matter long ago, and no one remembered it.

Because the gods themselves, it has been a long, long time, and they have never arranged an altar for sacrifices in person, nor have they presided over the altar for sacrifices in person for a long, long time.

Their role has always been that of gods who accept sacrifices.

Instead of standing on the altar and holding his head up to offer sacrifices.

Seeing the formation of the altar, the Great Demon did not hesitate to put his unawakened part of consciousness on the altar as a sacrifice.

He is both the sacrificer and the recipient of the sacrifice.

Sacrifice a part of yourself to yourself.

This is his means of pressing the bottom of the box to fight for his life.

The invisible coercion emerged, and the black flame suddenly ignited, directly including the part of the consciousness that the great demon had not yet awakened.

As that part of the sleeping consciousness was completely sacrificed, the personality of the great demon began to change.

This part of his awakened consciousness also seemed to be burned and slowly dissipated.

Those powers, as before, melted into the memory armor of those bastards.

He believed that even if that human race knew that there were frauds in the memory armor of these bastards, they would definitely come to fish them out.

And he must be like the path arranged by that human race for these bastards.

He wants to find a new anchor, to find a new root of immortality.

No, he had given up his hope of immortality.

That's not practical anymore.

As for the gods, the delusion of destroying the human race, trampling the human race on the soles of their feet again, turning them into monkeys who can only sacrifice, he gave up earlier.

Therefore, he can only choose to kidnap the human race, and kidnap more.

Let the matter turn into killing him, the price to be paid is unbearable by anyone, even the entire human race.

Then, he no longer has to fear the foreseeable death.

He was really afraid, not just of one person, but of many people in one race.

At that time, he felt that there were a bunch of people in the human race who were not afraid of death, and even regarded death as home, and there was nothing special about it.

Because he couldn't understand it at that time.

Now, he himself finally felt that death was coming, and what it felt like to be afraid of death.

Only then did he truly understand how terrifying those guys were.

Only when you are alive, you have everything else. If you die cleanly like a scorpion, then there is nothing.

With this thought in mind, the Damo's awakened consciousness slowly dissipated.

This part of his personality also slowly dissipated.

The sleeping part of the consciousness that was sacrificed on the altar has also disappeared forever.

And the power exchanged for the sacrifice will push the big demon to do what he wants to do.

In the end, even the things that built the weird altars quickly decayed and disappeared into the sea of ​​sludge.

The muddy sea of ​​troubled times has become extremely calm.

The big demon has completely disappeared.

The moment the big demon disappeared, those bastards in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times were the first to feel it.

It seems that the existence of the big demon has been lost, and the entire muddy sea of ​​troubled times has lost its violent and gloomy atmosphere.

The weather is calm and there are no waves.

The endless malice in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times seems to have become powerless, and the power of erosion has also plummeted.

A group of bastards huddled around each other to keep warm, were surprised and confirmed each other.

I found that everyone could feel it, and the one who was sleeping in the deepest part was gone.

It's like evaporating a glance and disappearing directly.

They cautiously walked along the seashore, and after confirming that not only the seaside, but also the deeper places were no different from the seaside, they cautiously moved deeper.

A bastard contacted the little black man immediately to inform the little black man of the change that occurred here.

The other bastards also contacted the guys they knew well and had already gone out to tell them the situation here.

After they had penetrated a certain distance, they did not dare to move on.

A guy at the end of the line, very disturbed by the change.

Over the years, Abyss of Sinking has become more violent, and the wind and waves have become wilder. Who knows if the current situation is the calm before the storm, so he gritted his teeth.

"I'll check it out, but then I'm going to be at the top of the queue."

The bastards discussed it and thought it was quite reasonable. It was very reasonable for people to risk their lives just to join the team.

The last one, now bearing the code name of No. [-] in line, went straight to the deepest part of the muddy world.

He moved forward very smoothly without encountering any obstacles. The malice here was only a little bit bigger, but it was far less irritable than before, and he could still bear it.

Going all the way to the deepest place where the big demon used to sleep, No. [-] in line can no longer feel anything.

He walked here carefully, searched carefully, but couldn't sense anything, that person had indeed disappeared completely.

Queue No. [-] came back, without saying anything, directly shared the memory armor, and shared the induction.

Now, everyone was completely sure that the sleeping person really disappeared suddenly.

Dead is definitely not dead, and certainly not annihilated.

They are all dead, and that one will never be annihilated in the abyss of sinking.

The former gods may have used some method, or other gods used some method to save him.

……

Yu Ziqing is retreating in the palace city, and he wants to get a good sense of what he has gained.

The vermilion pen, after returning, still maintained its gaudy appearance, floating in front of Yu Ziqing.

This thing was forcibly given to him by An Shizhishu.

For a long time, there seems to be nothing special about the Zhubi except that it can write on the Anshi Book.

Now it has become, as if it has spiritual wisdom.

Yu Ziqing knew that the vermilion pen and An Shi's book must not be two things, but one.

The Zhubi has been pretending to be dead for so long, and now it's not acting, just floating here and there, only missing a line of words on the pen.

"I actually have spiritual wisdom."

As for the acting skills that are in line with An Shi's book, Yu Ziqing is not blind. Of course, he is sure that this Zhubi is An Shi's book.

Damn it, it's no wonder that Anshi Zhishu has been lying obediently on Jinlan Mountain, obediently acting as a dungeon entrance, and it doesn't seem to be too forceful to follow Yu Ziqing.

It turns out that this dog, from the very beginning, has been divided into parts and followed.

At the beginning, there must have been a big problem with his poor acting skills, maybe it was just to make him relax his vigilance.

Look, is this a human being? Everyone is so sluggish.

In this huge Dadui, it is almost impossible to find a sincere person, and now it is almost impossible to find a magic weapon of sincerity.

Suddenly, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and sensed that the jade slip was broken, it was a wheel, and the little black man and others were calling him.

Even Wang Zixuan asked him to call back.

Something big?

Yu Ziqing frowned, stepped forward and disappeared in Miyagi.

The vermilion pen floating there suddenly stopped, as if he couldn't believe it, Yu Ziqing really left it here.

The vermilion pen turned in a circle on the spot, and when the tip of the pen turned, it drew a circle in the air, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the circle.

　I wish you all a happy new year, good health, good luck and prosperity in the new year.

　　
　
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