No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 158
The blood plague broke out in 3 years, smuggled to the plateau in 6 years, and besieged and suppressed half-monsters in 8 years.

The negotiations broke down in 9 years, the two sides prepared for war in 10 years, and went to war in 12 years.

This is the original plot of the Desolate Hell Realm, and it is also the only script that Ning Luo knows.

He didn't know what would happen 12 years later, and he didn't even hear that the trigger for the war was actually Haiyan's pursuit of thousands of miles.

Haiyan would kill all his disciples, and why he would kill all his disciples, Ning Luo had no idea.

All he knows is that from now on, from the sixth year onwards, the original script has been discarded.

Wang Sheng clasped the corners of the medicine cauldron tightly with his palm, looked at the precious blood that was still burning in the cauldron in confusion, and looked at his foolish face reflected in the blood plasma.

What happened?

Am I really playing in the desolate world?

Isn't there no mods added?
Haiyan should have developed a drug that could substantially cure mania in his 20th year.

But in the third year, the radical cure has already been released.

Haiyan was supposed to complete the Holy Blood evolution route in the 28th year, thus proposing the anti-epidemic plan of "the strong evolve, donate blood to help the weak".

But it is only the sixth year now, and he claims to be able to cure all half-demons.

Wang Sheng: "?"

Is this reasonable?

This is no longer a matter of script advance.

This is an outrageous plot that has never appeared in the script, and it is a new world line that subverts the barren prison.

Regardless of reason or standpoint, Wang Sheng couldn't believe it.

Until he witnessed the recovery of his junior brother with his own eyes.

A group of disciples held down the sick junior brother, and then the elder injected the strange precious blood in the jade bottle into the junior brother's body.

The disciple bared his teeth and claws, screaming and screaming, and his illness didn't seem to improve.

However, the dark red blood streaks on his chest gradually faded away.

Like a loose knot, it fades away little by little, and finally disappears.

Seven days later.

The disciple was tied to a wooden stake, his head was drooping, and the corners of his mouth were dripping uncontrollably.

His sanity has not yet returned, but he is no longer aggressive.

half a month later.

All the dark marks on the disciple's body faded away.

Although his articulation is still not clear, he can barely communicate.

a month later.

He is cured.

"How do you feel now?"

"It feels like a dream. In the dream, uh. I can't remember."

"How about the body?"

"The body feels a little tired, the muscles and bones are dislocated, the viscera are burning, and the blood vessels are also a bit mixed, but... But the power that swallowed my mind seems to be absorbed by the mottled marks on the wall of my heart."

Elder Pupil Earthquake!
Everything above is not important, the key is that sentence, the blood plague is absorbed by the heart.

This means that as long as this blood medicine is used, the half-demon no longer needs to be troubled by the blood plague!

Of course, there are also side effects. After all, it will make the blood a little bit mixed, thus weakening the patient's talent.

However, the bloodline of the half-demon who will be infected with this disease is not very advanced, so it is not harmful.

In this way, the elimination of the blood plague is just around the corner!
Wang Sheng couldn't understand, but he was shocked.

Because he knows the script too well.

Because of this, when he saw a plot that he couldn't understand, he would be even more horrified.

The effect of this blood medicine is better than Haiyan's later research, and Wang Sheng can't even understand how it works.

After all, this is an era of information cocoons.

The tide of information is overwhelming, and big data algorithms replace choices. Although people can see more detailed information, their vision is more one-sided.

Wang Sheng knows what a vaccine is.

But with his superficial knowledge, he couldn't connect the blood medicine with the vaccine.

He could only be confused and speechless.

Then he stared blankly at the sky, at a loss.

The blood plague is eliminated, and the world is peaceful.

How to play the next script?
Wang Sheng, I can't be punished anymore.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wang Haimen.

Old Li woke up leisurely, telling his long dream.

It was an ancient secret that the disciples of the Blood Prison Sect had never seen before.

"I saw a lot of monsters, many, many, overwhelming."

"Those who walk in the sky, those who crawl on the ground, and those who swim in the water."

"There are flood dragons, phoenix birds, and a tortoise that can't see the whole picture."

"They all went crazy, killing each other and rushing towards me."

"I seem to be crazy too. And, I don't seem to have it. My mind is full of thoughts, I want to slay the monster, slay the monster, slay the monster."

"Then, I suddenly saw a demon clan, which turned into the appearance of that brat."

"I don't know why, I can't control myself, after"

Then came the scene where Lao Li was suppressed.

Ning Luo and Haiyan looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's pupils.

The blood plague actually has inherited memories?

However, Lao Li's memories did not contain any valuable information.

At least according to the information that Ning Luo has so far, his memories are completely useless, so he can only tell him that the barren prison world was once glorious, but it was destroyed by the blood plague.

But if those ancient monsters can't stop the blood plague.
Perhaps, the power of the blood plague has not been fully revealed?
If high-level bloodlines can't stop the blood plague from eroding, then this so-called vaccine will not be so easy to develop.

Ning Luo withdrew her thoughts of running away.

It is still time to focus on the present moment, there is no need to think about such far-reaching things.

Once the blood plague is resolved, the war between the sea of ​​blood and the plateau can be avoided.

But the replacement of the script does not mean that the conditions for victory and defeat will change.

What he should do now is to continue to implement the plan and let the world return to its heart.

Lao Li recovers from his injury, Haiyan sinks.

Ning Luo didn't know what Haiyan was thinking, but he didn't have time to procrastinate: "Sir, the blood medicine is slow to take effect, we have to spread it as soon as possible. How about this, I'll practice medicine while ferrying, try my best to Solve the scourge of Peak 72. And you open the clinic at the mountain gate and develop blood medicine, how about it?"

"Uh-huh."

Haiyan came back to his senses and didn't hear what Ning Luo said specifically, but he roughly understood Ning Luo's intentions.

After thinking for a while, Haiyan nodded: "Yes."

So in the next three months, Lao Li taught Ning Luo how to make a boat while recuperating.

His original boat had long been swallowed by the tsunami, and he was nowhere to be found.

Only now did Ning Luo realize that the inheritance of the ferryman was actually so precious.

The craft of crossing the boat is particularly complicated and exquisite, and even the selection of materials is very particular.

Because it is difficult to go to sea in the desolate prison world.

If there is an avian element in his blood, and he can spread his wings in the Demon Transformation Realm, then he can naturally fly over Peak 72.

But if the blood does not support Yukong, there are only three ways to cross the sea.

One is to sacrifice the red blood giant spirit of Wanhua Blood Prison Code, and build a blood boat to cross the sea.However, this not only requires the support of skills, but also requires a lot of cultivation.

The second is to cultivate to the point of moving mountains and seas, condensing energy and blood, and crossing overpasses.

The third is the inheritance bone boat of the ferryman.

Not only will the gray rock bone boat not be eroded by the blood sea, but it will not attract the attention of blood beasts unless it is close to the face.

Its material comes from the limestone pith in the 72-peak mountain, which needs to be fired and hardened in a tedious process.

The finished product is off-white in color, mottled with cracks, and shaped like a dry bone.

Therefore it is called the bone boat.

It took three months, not only because Ning Luo was born, but also because the materials in the desolate prison world were not easy to obtain.

Blood Sea has no concept of money, precious blood is its only currency in circulation, so it is quite troublesome to trade.

Fortunately, everything is ready now, and Ning Luo is on the road.

Outside the arena, a light curtain stands.

Although the audience can't see the details from God's perspective, the script they see is more intuitive than Wang Sheng.

7th year.

Ning Luo moved the medicine cabinet, which was two circles bigger than others, onto the bone boat, barely enough to hold it.

Then he went to sea to practice medicine.

Rare and precious blood, in exchange for life-saving medicine, fair trade, no deception.

The audience was speechless and confused by the barrage.

【? 】

[Is the anchor using CG video to pretend to be a live broadcast to scare us? 】

【Probably not】

[Brother Handyman just became popular last night, if he has this technical ability, can he rush to produce a video, is it worth it to bluff us? 】

[Thank you for the invitation, I am in Xingang, just got off the train, the scene is real]

【.】

What should be posted at this time?

Countless fingers hovered in front of the AR screen, and in the end they either sent a few punctuation marks to show their existence, or had nothing to say at all.

Apart from the unspeakable shock, the state of mind of the audience at this moment is a contradiction.

Ning Luo seemed to be born to subvert cognition.

From the hot search reports to the first game in Xingang, it seems that the environment can't limit his performance at all.

Even the more complicated the environment, the more conducive it is for him to overthrow common sense.

It was Xingang Gaowan's consensus that the Dust Realm prevented the Demon Cult from attacking the mountain, so it was not surprising.

But stop the dispute between the sea of ​​​​blood and the plateau.
Maybe Xingang's professional brother can do it, but the audience can be sure that no one can do it so fast, and no one will do it.

After all, they've never met.

If you want to bite the bullet and maintain peace, the end will be nothing more than exposing your identity while being ahead of the opponent, and you will be killed and defeated.

But what about Ning Luo?

When the blood plague broke out, Ning Luo, whose cultivation base was not close enough to his veins, defeated the infected Demon Transformation Realm Lao Li.

At that time, Wang Sheng just joined the pulse.

Which is strong and which is weak, you can tell at a glance.

Coupled with Wang Sheng's frightened expression now, it is inevitable to give people the illusion that Wang Sheng is bound to lose.

But while the audience was surprised, they also understood at the same time.

Ning Luo, the time of death is approaching.

Discussions gradually arose in the square.

"Didn't Ning Luo become a teacher of Wanghaimen in the first year?"

"Then he won't live for another year at most?"

"He wants to use his identity as a ferryman to hide in the sea of ​​blood?"

"It's impossible to escape, Haiyan is an existence who can step on the sea of ​​blood."

"That"

The atmosphere became weird for a while.

If there is an analogy to this situation, it is probably like the protagonist in a novel pretending to be cool, and the author suddenly swung a knife from the palace, and the protagonist died suddenly, and the work was cut in half.

The mood of the audience is similar.

It's very frustrating.

"Maybe he can escape a catastrophe, like disguise or something."

"Hasn't this been tried over and over a long time ago? Even if they dig a hole in the ground and hide in the mountains, Haiyan can still find him."

"Speaking of which, what exactly is Haiyan and his hunter up to?"

"do not know."

"Then, let's take a look."

8th year.

The death knell is sounding.

But what happened was not Ning Luo, but Gao Yuan.

As early as two years ago, when the blood plague broke out on Peak 72, groups of blood beasts rushed to the plateau with the disease.

As for the beast master, who was belatedly aware of it, it was not until two years later that he realized the disease that engulfed his blood.

Ning Luo didn't know anything about it, he was just practicing medicine on a ferry, concentrating on his cultivation.

By the way, Ning Luo took the meaning of Haiyan Heqing and gave himself a Taoist name, Heqing.

So a secret spread quietly.

"Have you heard that Mr. Haiyan has a big disciple named He Qing, who practiced medicine by rafting on the sea of ​​blood."

Soon.

"I heard that Mr. Haiyan admitted it, and said that Mr. He Qing is not only his disciple, but also his friend."

The half-demon was in an uproar, and the sea of ​​blood was roaring.

All kinds of gossip spread like wildfire.

"Mr. Haiyan also said that the idea of ​​treating mania and blood plague was provided by Mr. He Qing, but he was just a helper!"

"Thanks to the two gentlemen, otherwise we would have suffered such a catastrophe!"

"Mr. Shengming! Mr. Shengming! Mr. Shengming!"

At the end of the year, Ning Luo on the bone boat was a little suspicious.

Because the half-demon who boarded the ship to seek medical treatment was very respectful to him, all humble, humble and polite.

That respectful look really doesn't match up with the title of a half-demon.

But isn't the speed of gaining reputation a little faster?

After crossing the sea for about a year, he became famous and known to everyone.

Ning Luo thought that he didn't bring the King of Man, could it be the beauty filter brought to him by Sea King?
But when someone mentioned Haiyan later, he also understood the reason.

After all, time travel is not a stand-alone machine, and Haiyan is undoubtedly a big help to his fame.

All in all, the plan went surprisingly well.

"At this rate, ten years may be enough to make the world return."

"When my bloodline becomes a true dragon, and my realm breaks through to shake the mountain, I can try to announce a new practice method."

"Then, start a sect!"

This is Ning Luo's ultimate goal.

The reason why we want to establish a sect is naturally because of the "Taoist".

Since you have SS-level destiny, is there any reason not to use it?

The condition for victory is the ownership of Peak 72, but now that the world is peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing, why use force to occupy it?

The original script required intelligence details, and required the traversers to be ruthless and attack cities and territories.

But now the script has changed.

The sea of ​​blood is peaceful, and disputes do not exist.

Then how dare Wang Sheng risk the disobedience of the world, act perversely, and forcibly cause trouble?
He didn't even dare to do anything to Ning Luo, because Mr. He Qing was unrivaled in the limelight and had always had a high prestige.

Once the assassination fails, he will become the target of public criticism.

What's more, Ning Luo received medical treatment at random, and Wang Sheng couldn't find Ning Luo's lone boat in the vast sea.

It's a dead end!

The rhythm, resources, reputation, and even the script are all in Ning Luo's hands.

Victory is decided.

At most two years, when Ning Luo established a sect and preached a new method of cultivation, Wang Sheng would have no chance of winning.

But after all, Wang Sheng does not have the perspective of God, so he is ignorant of it.

He just felt that the relationship between Haiyan and Ning Luo was too good, so good that he even doubted whether Haiyan would kill Ning Luo?

"Sining Luota, wouldn't it be sacrificing the hue?"

"I remember that the queen in the Fuyao competition area tried the Taoist route, and she survived successfully."

"Could it be that Ning Luo and Haiyan are dating, so Haiyan won't kill him?!"

"Fuck."

"Isn't it kinda, kinda"

Wang Sheng deserves to be called Old Brother, this associative ability may make even Ning Luo feel ashamed.

But how did he know that Ning Luo had been apprenticed to Haiyan as early as the first year.

But now, the atmosphere in the square is calm.

Because of the passing of time, a year has passed.

Haiyan was indifferent, and Ning Luo was unscathed.

As Wang Sheng expected, the seven-year death curse did not take effect on Ning Luo.

But before the audience asked questions, at the end of the year, the screen flashed on the light curtain.

A figure was wrapped in a tight black robe, stepped on the sea of ​​blood, and quietly went to Wanghai Peak.

The battle of overturning the sea, the plot that should have appeared at the end, will now be staged in advance in the eighth year.

However, it was not Haiyan who took the lead this time.

But the blood ancestor.

(End of this chapter)