Global Unlimited: My liver skills rely on simplification

Chapter 100

The moment Chen Mu touched him, a strange message emerged.

Divine Sacrifice Mask The sacrificial mask of the ancient oracle bone civilization represents the absolute control and supremacy of civilization. It is the key to mobilizing sacrifices and is used to open the first stage of the sacrificial ceremony. It is one of the only two symbols of divine power for the oracle bone civilization!

Chen Mu read it word for word, sentence by sentence, with thoughts in his eyes.

It turns out that this bronze mask is needed as the key to mobilize the sacrifices inside the bronze sacred tree.

One of the only two words, this sentence surprised him a little, that is to say, there is another thing that can be compared with the high priest's sacred mask.and.

Using Mobilize Sacrifice only starts the first stage of the sacrificial ceremony.Then, there is at least a second stage behind it.

At this stage, another item should be used. When the eyes move, there is nothing else in the coffin except the crystal bones.

The second divine object was not here. At this moment, Wu Xie seemed to have discovered it and waved wildly at everyone.

"What information?"

Chen Mu stepped forward and asked, becoming very interested in this lost oracle bone civilization. This was a civilization that had never appeared before.

"This civilization once encountered a disaster. There is no specific record of what happened, but one of their branches branched off, left the tribe and entered Taklimakan."

Wu Xie said to a mural.

On the mural, there are two groups of people standing in two directions, looking at each other.

Chen Mu looked at it and said in surprise: "Taklimakan Ancient Western Region."

On the mural, there are two groups of people looking at each other.

On the land side, there was an extremely strong figure, more than half his body taller than the people around him.Standing in front of the crowd, he wore a bronze snake mask on his face and a purple vertical pupil on his forehead.

"This is the High Priest!"

Yan Yunyan pointed at the figure and compared it back and forth: "The mask on his face is exactly the mask of the gods in the copper coffin!"

Chen Mu just took the time to talk about the origin of the bronze snake mask, so everyone knows the function of this mask.

"Then who is this woman? She is actually standing side by side with the high priest." Fatty Wang raised his gun and pointed toward the front.

Next to the high priest, stood a slender and graceful figure. A few strokes of outline made her figure extremely blurred, as if covered with a veil, making her look extremely mysterious.

"If we can stand together, our status should not be lower than that of the high priest!"

Chen Mu stepped forward and looked at it carefully.

She stood barefoot, with golden lines engraved on her bare limbs, like strange symbols. She was holding an ancient bronze hairpin, shaped like the roots of an ancient tree. The roots were intertwined, and there were copper bells hanging from the top. She just stared at it briefly. , a clear and melodious ringtone seemed to ring in my ears.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand to touch this ancient hairpin. The unique cold feeling of bronze came from his fingertips, and he understood clearly in his heart.

This ancient bronze hairpin is another item that symbolizes divine power in the oracle bone civilization, comparable to the mask of the gods.

"Wu Xie, look around and see who she is?"

Chen Mu said, looking up.

On the woman's forehead, there were several strange golden lines, engraved between the eyebrows, giving her a noble and noble aura. They counted eight golden lines in total.

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

Hao Tianzhen scanned the ancient murals and searched carefully, not missing any clues.

After a while, he said a little uncertainly: "This seems... seems to be the saint of the Oracle Bone Civilization!"

After thinking about it, he spoke fluently: "This oracle bone civilization is worshiping an ancient god. This holy girl dances for the god. She is the medium for communication between the civilization and the ancient god. She controls the authority given by the ancient god, and has terrifying and unknown powers. Ability is the spokesperson for gods to walk and ask questions!"

After saying that, he looked confused and said blankly: "What is an ancient god?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

Chen Mu said casually, staring at the figure of the saint, his brows gradually rising.

Yan Yunyan opened her eyes wide and said word by word: "Isn't this saint girl's target the invincible ghost mother of the Demon Kingdom?"

The Demonic Kingdom’s Ghost Mother controls the imaginary number space and is the medium for communication between the ancient Demonic Kingdom and the Snake God.

Possessing terrifying abilities such as banishment, curses, and precognition, he is the first apostle of the snake god walking around.

From the first generation of ghost mothers - Yi Nian Xiong Heiyan, to the last ghost mother - Queen Jingjue.

The line of snake gods has been suppressing the Western Region for thousands of years from beginning to end. The terror of the ghost mother is evident!
"Yes, the status is similar, but I don't know what abilities this saint has!"

Chen Mu nodded slowly and spoke softly, but looked at Yan Yunyan and saw her shaking her head as the sound came on.

"I can't contact Queen Jingjue. Maybe there is a relationship, but she can't tell me."

Seeing this, Chen Mu nodded and did not insist. It seemed that this bronze sacred tree really hid some secrets.

Several people discussed with each other and came to the meaning of the ancient text on the mural here.

The ancient oracle-bone civilization encountered an unimaginable disaster.

In order to continue their civilization, they separated some of their tribesmen and left their homeland.

When they parted, the high priest and the saint saw each other off, and there was no subsequent record of this branch.

Wu Xie made another new discovery and beckoned: "Mr. Chen, come here and take a look. I found that this saint is a bit weird."

"How to say?"

Chen Mu strode forward.

Although there is currently no suitable candidate for a saint, it would be great to get more information.

"Here, look at these murals. The shadow under this saint is a bit weird." Wu Xie's face turned pale, as if he was frightened, and he stared at the wall.

Several people followed the sound and were shocked. They saw that these murals depict an altar made of stacked skulls, with a saint dancing on it, melodiously and gracefully.

A shadow was cast on the ground, but it was this shadow that made them feel hairy and indescribable.

Because every mural reflects a shadow, with a hunched body, dry and black, like a ball of ink twisted into one.

A pair of scarlet pupils lit up from the shadows, full of malice and coldness, staring at the hazy saint.

The confrontation between holiness and weirdness, black and white, is extremely vivid and indescribably weird, making people's spines shiver and making them hold their breath subconsciously.

Looking across the large mural, Yan Yunyan said softly: "Of the people who appeared here, only the saint cast a shadow, and this shadow doesn't look good."

"I think she was cursed and did not become a complete Nine-Seal Saint. Although she survived, she suffered a curse like a ghost cave.

"This possibility is not ruled out!"

Chen Mu nodded slightly and stared at the figure appearing on the mural.

Not only did the saint appear among them, there were also other figures dancing strangely.

He looked at it and said: "This should be the music and dance of the sacrifice. Write these down and tell Heizi and the others to learn from them later. If we find a suitable candidate for the saint, we will follow suit."

Anyway, they are all relics left by the ancient oracle bone civilization. No matter what he does, he will not lose money this time.

"it is good!"

Yan Yunyan nodded.

Everyone walked around the tomb and found nothing surprising.

Chen Mu stood quietly and thought about it. A bronze snake face appeared in his hand, and a cold touch spread from his fingertips.

At the same time, there was still lingering sadness filling his heart. With a thought, he put the mask of the god sacrifice on his face.Suddenly.

Countless lights and shadows flickered, rising deep in the consciousness, stretching and twisting, and gradually sketched out a blurry picture.

An ancient bronze tree reaches the sky and the earth, its thick and thick branches are extending, forming a canopy that covers the sky.

Under the ancient bronze tree, dense tree roots are criss-crossing, extending into the unknown depths of the ground.

Countless giants were worshiping the ancient trees, with pious expressions on their faces, whispering the ancient language, gathering into a grand sound wave.

The ancient bronze tree exudes scarlet liquid, gradually dyed red, flowing with scarlet blood, passing through layers of dragon veins, extending towards unknown places underground.

In the darkness, a melodious bell rang, fluttering and crisp, and a graceful hazy figure walked barefoot in the desolate darkness.

"It's the Eight-Seal Saint!"

Chen Mu immediately became energetic and watched carefully. She danced in the darkness, as light as the wind, which was pleasing to the eye.

The ancient hairpin in his hand was shaking, and the copper bells on it were fluttering.

"Jingle Bell__"

It tinkles like a clear spring in a mountain stream, and is crisp and melodious like a wind chime in the snow, penetrating the endless years.

The blood in the sky flowed behind her, and the pious sound waves followed her and merged into the depths of desolation and chaos.

A majestic and majestic aura was rising, as if a terrifying creature was awakening from its long slumber.

Open your eyes and face this direction.

But in the next moment.

The dancing figure fell down, and the melodious ringtone disappeared.

The devout sound changed and turned into a rich cry, with deep plasticity and pain. One by one, the giants were weathered and decayed, and the wine-dropped and crystal-clear bone stubble was as dazzling as ice and snow.

The eyes are dazzling, the picture is like a dreamy bubble, and the pieces are melting away.

Chen Mu took off the sacred mask from his face, his expression neither happy nor sad.

This is a scene of the ancient oracle bone civilization's sacrifice, but judging from the process, this grand sacrificial ceremony was undoubtedly a failure.

The entire civilization was lost in an unknown time and forgotten by the world, leaving only this cold underground ruins.

"Is it so dangerous to worship the ancient gods?"

Chen Mu was a little frightened and his brows knitted together. His previous thoughts may need to be changed.

The most important thing at the moment is to first know what the ancient god was worshiped by the ancient oracle bone civilization. If the sacrifice failed, the entire ethnic group became a sacrifice.

The tribesmen were turned into crystal stubble, and civilization was annihilated into ashes. This situation was a little different from what Chen Mu had thought in advance.

"Based on the current information, there are only two reasons why this situation will happen..."

Chen Mu frowned, thinking. First, the ancient oracle bone civilization demanded far more than the sacrifices they provided. Therefore, after the sacrifice failed, the entire ethnic group became nourishment.

Because, in this world, everything is exchanged at equal value. If you want to get something, you must first provide or lose something.

All the miracles given by fate have a clear price tag behind them.

Second, their saints were incomplete and incomplete, unable to withstand the gaze of the ancient gods and stabilize the medium of connection, which led to the failure of the sacrifice and backfired on the entire civilization.

Chen Mu prefers the second option.

Then comes the final question.

"What are they worshiping?"

Thinking of this, he put away the Divine Sacrifice Mask and gently raised his gaze. This was a semicircular dome.

Circles of lines are intertwined, intertwined one after another to the middle, forming an extremely abstract purple-red vertical pupil.

It was somewhat similar to the vertical pupils on the mask of the god sacrifice. He looked down at everyone quietly, his eyes cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

"Wu Xie, there are a few words, please try to decipher them."

Chen Mu looked at the edge of the dome, and there was a line of small words engraved there.

Wu Xie quickly raised his head and looked over.

After scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time, he muttered: "The ancient oracle bone civilization was worshiping this pupil, calling it One One Candle and Nine Yins!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately refreshed.

"Candle Nine Yin?"

Yan Yunyan blinked her eyes and said in shock: "The Great Wilderness Beijingri: Beyond the northwest sea, to the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain. There is a god with a human face and a snake body and a red body. With straight eyes, it is dark. , its vision is clear, it does not eat or sleep, it does not rest, the wind and rain are the eyes. It is the candle with nine yin, it is called the candle dragon."

Zhang Qiling also raised his gaze, his expression extremely solemn.

He slowly said: "The "Overseas Northern Classic" records: "The God of Zhongshan, whose name is Sun and Candle Yin, and whose body is thousands of miles long. Where is he?to the east. "

After the two of them finished speaking, neither of them spoke again. Fatty Wang looked confused and was almost confused when he heard it.

He scratched his head and said eagerly: "Can you say something that ordinary humans can understand?"

"To put it simply, the ancient gods worshiped by the ancient oracle bone civilization are the great gods in ancient legends - One Zhu Jiu Yin!"

Wu Xie answered him, gasping for air, with a face full of disbelief: "Isn't Zhu Jiuyin a god in myths and legends? Does it really exist in this world?"

"Believe it, it's possible!"

Chen Mu carefully looked at the purple-red pupils on the top of his head.

Fatty Wang turned his head and looked over: "Then how powerful is Zhu Jiuyin?"

Chen Mu thought about it seriously and said, "It is unfathomable and beyond the scope of human cognition."

"Ah this--" Fatty Wang was numb.

"Mr. Chen, aren't you a rival?" Wu Xie was a little frightened.

Chen Mu glanced at him and said angrily: "Your understanding of the ancient gods is too one-sided. You don't know what level of creatures they are."

According to legend, Zhu Jiuyin has two eyes, one natural eye and one negative eye. The negative eye connects to hell. He is an ancient god who was born and grew up in the chaos.

When you exhale, the sun will shine in the sky, and the red sun will be scorching, and the gold and stone will flow, and it will instantly turn into summer heat, but as soon as you close your eyes, the world will turn into darkness.

It ranks first among the four great divine dragons. It lives in the extremely cold land of the north and is one of the gods conceived in chaos.

But these are just the world's perceptions of Him.

It cannot be described, cannot be glimpsed, cannot be embodied.

Their existence has completely transcended the scope of human cognition, and the body shapes revealed now are only the appearances that humans have come into contact with through numbers, numerology, and calculations, and are in line with their own cognition.

It is also the object of their belief. The gender, form, and even good and evil of the ancient gods, and the different camps are all imposed on themselves by human subconscious cognition.

Just like the gods in the distant place - the snake god, or like the ancient god deep in the abyss - entropy.

Creatures of this level live in unknown dimensions and are in a completely different dimension than humans.

If they do not reveal their true form, their existence cannot be captured with the human eye.

(End of this chapter)