Devil Seeds
Chapter 580: Skyfall in Southern Border (8K)
Chapter 580 Heaven Falls to Southern Border (8K)
Since Ke Xiaoliang has grasped the handle of the heavenly law in this world, of course he will not let it go easily.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a failure to live up to the teachings of the sages of the Ten Demon Sects?
If you have to blame the blame, you still have to blame Tiandao himself in this world.
Who told him to allow sects like the Ten Demon Sects to exist in the world, and to carry forward their set of theories?
When the Xinghe faction fell into battle, Ke Xiaoliang had temporarily put it down.
He knew that this incident was just the beginning, not the end.
As long as his core attraction is still there, similar conspiracies and calculations are absolutely impossible. In the infinite world, there are too many ambitious people and people with ulterior motives, how can they care about them?
However, just like Ke Xiaoliang originally intended, use a world as a shield.
Any point of contradiction and attack will be aimed at the world first, and then him.
The world is his warning bell.
As long as he guards the gate of the world and prevents it from falling inexplicably, Ke Xiaoliang will never fall into an embarrassing situation.
In a sense, Ke Xiaoliang engulfs the whole world and the infinite creatures bred in this world.
Under such a major premise, it is meaningless to do any extra worry and worry.
Like a rich businessman who holds a lot of money, even if he hides in the deep mountains and old forests, there is still an endless stream of people making up their minds.
This is a natural result of one's identity and position. No one enjoys the glory and wealth, but can still be as ordinary as ordinary people.
Although it is necessary to be vigilant and careful, and to take careful precautions, it is not necessary to keep it in the first place forever, and it will delay the development and changes of other things.
In the final analysis, the improvement of one's own strength is the first priority.
That's why... the progress and development of the barbaric world must be paid close attention.
As for whether other people let go of this matter, Ke Xiaoliang can't control it.
He constantly erases the traces of his existence in many gourd worlds, no longer guides everything as in the past, and constantly makes each world more real and de-superficially gamified.
The purpose is to aggravate the 'freedom' atmosphere in many worlds, so that monks can speak freely and boldly in those worlds.
Ke Xiaoliang, on the other hand, can take the opportunity to collect a large amount of information and continue to do his big data deduction method.
The secrets are changing, the fate is impermanent, and the big data deduction method is by no means infallible, but it can be used as a reference, allowing Ke Xiaoliang to find a new outlet when faced with difficulties in thinking.
The Ten Thousand Races Conference gradually came to an end amidst the changes of mountains and seas and the changes of all things.
Redefining the location of mountains and seas is the purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.
How to reward those warriors who have meritorious deeds is the will of each god.
On this point, no one, no god, has ever set a fixed standard.
Some gods are very generous, sending divine blood, divine power, divine weapons to meritorious fighters, and even promising to help them ascend to the gods.
There are also some gods who are very stingy, they only give verbal encouragement, and even the rewards of divine power are very stingy.
This feels a bit like opening a blind box.
Has nothing to do with personal ability or previous contributions.
Simply because God is not the same as God.
Through such unbalanced rewards, Ke Xiaoliang once again conveyed a message to the monks.
This is a world where the gods are free to decide.
There is no fairness, no justice, no absolute rules, no reason to speak of.
Everything is just according to the preferences of the gods.
Even rearranging the mountains and seas, holding the assembly of all races... It's just because these gods are boring, so they made trouble.
The heroic sacrifice of the soldiers may be just a matter of their face, or a verbal gamble.
In fact, it doesn't matter.
It's like a person throws a meaty bone for wild dogs to fight over, and sprinkles a lot of rice grains for the ants to get busy.
The real meaning of winning or losing is not in success or failure, but in pleasing.
The natives who were really born in this world may not think deeply in a short time.
But those monks who have traveled from the real world will definitely review and summarize the entire event of the Ten Thousand Races Conference after they calm down.
It is not difficult to come to such a conclusion in the end.
After all...redefining the mountains and seas, rearranging the hunting grounds and living environments of each tribe.
What does have to do with those gods?
The gods in this world do not believe in gods.
They are the mighty power attributed to themselves, and everything comes from their own blood gods and nature gods.
It is that people need to believe in gods to gain their attention and favor, and then have the ability to walk and survive in the world, not that gods need people's beliefs to maintain their existence and greatness.
After clarifying this logic, many conclusions are obvious.
In the wild world, there is a place without darkness, a place where the sun and the moon shine, and there is also a place of eternal night without sun, stars, and moon.
Yeshan is one of the lands of eternal night in the wild world.
The descendants of Ye Jiuyin live here, whether it is the vegetation elves, ferocious wild beasts, or humans...all have the blood of Ye Jiuyin.
Like many gods, the reason why they favor humans more is because humans are smarter and know how to please them.
Like the same father, with a group of children under his knees, the father always prefers children who are pleasing and pleasing to the eye.
At this time, a special meeting is being held in Yeshan.
Night Mountain is a place where darkness is always shrouded.
The stars don’t come, the sun and the moon don’t mess with it, except Ye Jiuyin, there are no other gods who will pay attention to this place.
The night is nine shades of sleep.
When He was sleeping, the wind on the mountain at night would constantly hit the forest in the dark.
It's like Ye Jiuyin's snoring.
"I won't say the name, as long as everyone knows who it is."
"He took shelter a lot for the Ten Thousand Clans Conference, and almost exhausted his last strength on the West Emperor Mountain. However, the gods on it treated him so harshly, that he was not even willing to give him the divine power to repair his injuries."
"We were born free, why should they always be on top?" In the dark environment, one person took the lead in uttering the words of rebellion against the gods.
Then a large number of people began to complain like a relay race.
Gradually, the original complaints turned into direct resentment.
And this resentment, gradually blazing, began to be filled with a fierce sense of resistance.
In a heated atmosphere, very few people continue to remain silent.
In the pitch-black environment, those warriors with astonishing divine power could still clearly see everyone's face.
Everyone agrees quite tacitly without calling each other's names.
"They're not always on top either."
"Many years ago, they were just like us."
"They can do some things... why can't we do it?" The topic has finally come to this point, which is the conclusion of the first chapter.
All the people who gathered on the night mountain with ulterior motives gradually silenced at this moment.
Only one person's voice continued the rumors.
“Of course we can! But how do we do it?”
"They are far away in the God Realm, and their strength is not equal to ours. How should we defeat them and then take their position?"
As soon as this question came out, it directly led the topic to the core focus.
Everyone is a monk to each other, just listen to those high-sounding words, don't take them too seriously.
Whether wronged or not, let alone mention it.
In the world of adults, these two words do not exist.
Only 'ability'.
If you don’t give it to me, then I will get it.
This is a stronger attitude.
"We don't know, but some existence should know."
"I can't get through the heavens, but I can't get through the abyss..." A voice said coldly.
Many people have thought of this answer, but he just said it.
"Everyone bears the blood of the gods. If they go, they will die. The ancient gods imprisoned in the abyss don't have a good temper." One person said.
"Then find some survivors who bear the blood of the ancient gods, and let them go to Diyuan to inquire about the news." Immediately, some people followed suit.
"But as far as I know, basically all the monks are the blood of the new gods. The random probability of the blood of the ancient gods is not high. Maybe some people are... But we can't find it, and even if we find it, we may not be willing Cooperate." The doubters exist as usual to promote the development of the incident.
At this moment in the darkness, a thin man said: "I do know a person, he may be able to serve as a pawn."
"Who?" Everyone asked in unison.
The thin man said: "In the polar region of southern Xinjiang, on the banks of Yangshui, the Zhuyan tribe, the descendant of the two bloods of the ancient fire **** and the **** of Yangshui, Zhu Yanxu."
"You mean an aborigine?" asked questioningly.
The skinny man said: "That's right! Not only is he an aborigine, but if it's not bad... he's also a child of the world."
"Although there may be too many children of the world in this world, I still conclude...he is the special one."
"If one day, this world will evolve into a battle front for the children of the world, and they will start the second battle of gods, with new gods replacing old gods. Then Zhu Yanxu must be one of the most special ones."
Everyone on Yeshan Mountain looked at each other in blank dismay.
Although some savages instinctively wanted to deny it, they couldn't find an excuse at all.
After all, when you are face to face, you have to speak responsibly.
Broken offer doesn't matter.
It is important to give alternatives.
"Then let's vote with a show of hands!"
"Those who approve raise their hands, and those who disapprove don't need to make any gestures." A square-faced strong man said.
Then, on the barren slope, a large number of palms were raised.
After setting the general direction, the next step is the specific operation and implementation details.
In the barbaric time, dozens of days later, the southern polar region.
In addition to the place where the meandering Yangshui flows, there are still a lot of vegetation for living creatures to inhabit.
In the area that Yangshui cannot cover and radiate, it is already a piece of sandy soil.
Cruel and scorching heat, it never stops whipping this land that was almost abandoned by the gods, baking the sand into a reddish yellow color.
Already a few years older, Zhu Yanxu, who looks like an adult from the outside, is leading a group of tribal warriors and digging a river channel.
As long as the river channel is dug, Yangshui can be diverted to the barren land.
The place where Yangshui flows will be gradually covered by vegetation.
In this way, the Zhuyan tribe will have a large new hunting ground.
This is a matter of merit in the present and benefit in the future.
It is also something that only Zhu Yanxu dares to think about and can implement.
As the descendant personally selected by the God of Yangshui, he is the representative of the God of Yangshui in the mortal world.
His will can spread up and down Yangshui, guiding the flow and changes of this miracle river.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth became extraordinarily quiet.
In the originally dull and hot air, there seemed to be a few traces of tranquility that should not have been there.
All the warriors of the Zhuyan tribe stopped their stone axes and various digging tools, looked up at the distant sky, and their expressions gradually became solemn.
In just a moment, dark clouds, black wind, and wind covered the sky, and the rushing red-yellow sand moved forward like a high wall.
Like huge peaks, they are rushing under the urging of the strong wind.
Everything happened so fast!
is too hasty!
It doesn't give people any reaction time at all.
The beating sand and stones on the ground gradually revealed ferocity and madness.
Right now, it is obviously too late to escape from this place and return to the forest.
In the face of the majesty of the vastness of the world, even those barbarians with supernatural abilities are still as fragile as ants.
A powerful individual is still like a mantis in the face of a more powerful natural disaster.
Experienced 'old men' began to cast magic spells quickly.
They cut their own wrists, letting a lot of blood spill out, and then infected the surrounding sand.
Then they piled up the sand and burned it quickly with flame magic.
The originally scattered sand was forcibly kneaded into larger spars.
The spars are arranged in a small arc-shaped bunker.
The old people planed the sand, jumped into the pit, and placed bunkers above their heads. In this way, they wanted to create a small space for themselves that would not be buried alive or filled.
As for the violent sand and dust that will be swept away later.
How deep they will be buried in the ground, and whether they can lift the block on the top of their heads, and breathe the hot and scorching air again... all depend on life.
It is always better than being torn apart by the strong wind and sand in the first place, or being buried under the thick giant sand dunes unprepared, unable to breathe, and directly suffocated to death.
If there are old people who take the lead in demonstrating, others will naturally learn from them.
It's just a difference in individual hands-on ability, and a group of survivors have been screened ahead of time.
The river channel has not been excavated yet, and the ceremony to worship the God of Yangshui has not yet been carried out. Yangshui will not flow here, and the disaster that is far away cannot be solved.
Blood is strong and noble like Zhu Yanxu, and at this time, he has no choice but to follow the example of those 'old people' and plan out a shelter for himself.
Of course, he doesn't have to use his own blood as an instant glue.
Swipe it with your fingertips, even in the extremely dry desert, some water is still squeezed out.
But it was only enough for him alone.
It was very difficult for him to take care of the warriors of the same tribe next to him.
The teachings of the wild world made Zhu Yanxu not overthinking himself, challenging nature, and taking responsibility for everyone's suffering.
Digging Yangshui was a proposal passed by the entire Zhuyan tribe...even the rest of the Vulcan tribe.
That's why each tribe mobilized warriors to listen to orders and dig rivers.
Now that the risk is encountered, it is force majeure, and Zhu Yanxu will not have any psychological burden because of it.
Surviving in the wild world, no matter how everything should be held accountable, then no one can survive.
Here... For ordinary people, living itself is an extremely, extremely difficult thing.
This is especially true in the southern polar region, where the living environment is extremely harsh.
The overwhelming red-yellow dust rolled over, and everything in sight was covered by the chaotic red-yellow.
The experience of those old people is indeed useful!
But they all underestimated the strength of this storm.
When every grain of sand is like a steel knife, like a sharp arrow, like a bullet.
The defensive spar that has been burned and changed its texture is also shattered by the blow.
When the strong wind blew up, the few people who were prostrate at the front were swept out of the bunker, and then were torn apart in the wind.
After that, it was like a tyrannical monster, walking violently through the sand.
One after another, people were pulled up from the bunker like carrots, sent into the sky, and torn to pieces.
Seeing the storm, it rolled over to Zhu Yanxu.
Before he had time to think deeply, Zhu Yanxu waved his hands to squeeze the little bit of water remaining in the wind, and then turned into two water snakes, wrapping around his body, trying to form a simple protection.
Unexpectedly, in just an instant, the water snake was directly evaporated by the huge heat mixed in the first layer of the storm.
Zhu Yanxu was not surprised, he was caught in the storm and flew into the sky.
There is no longer a trace of moisture in the air.
The fire cloud symbol between Zhu Yanxu's eyebrows was shining with flames.
The surrounding huge fire energy cooperated with the divine blood in Zhu Yanxu's body, mobilizing a huge magical effect.
Fire clouds are released towards the surroundings, and the hot wind pressure against them barely maintains a balance of forces.
So that Zhu Yanxu would not be torn apart by this storm in the first place... just like his fellow clansmen.
But such a balance is difficult to last.
The dust storm driven by rotation is like a huge millstone formed between heaven and earth.
It grinds everything with ease.
Even if Zhu Yanxu maintained the balance for a short time, this balance cannot last long.
When he can no longer hold on, that is when he dies.
"Go to the center!"
"The quietest part of the storm is its center!" A voice suddenly rang in Zhu Yanxu's ear.
Zhu Yanxu was taken aback for a moment, almost failing to maintain his balance, and then he was caught in the storm.
"Who is it?" Zhu Yanxu's voice was easily crushed by the wind and sand waves.
His questioning was not explained or answered.
As if that voice had never appeared before, it was just his pure hallucination.
Zhu Yanxu felt more and more strenuous.
The ancient **** of fire has died.
The divine power and divine blood remaining in the bodies of all the descendants of Vulcan have actually lost their support.
Relying on his special status and talent, Zhu Yanxu can indeed do more than ordinary people of the same race.
But also limited.
Among the mighty power of the natural world, his strength and leadership are actually jokes that can be broken with one poke.
Finally, Zhu Yanxu felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore.
In desperation, Zhu Yanxu planned to follow the guidance of that voice and give it a try.
Head to the center of the storm!
This huge storm is like a manic and out-of-control god.
It is above this polar region, wantonly venting its anger.
Perhaps... this anger stems from the fallen Vulcan.
There are many resentments and resentments when people die.
How could Shenyun be reconciled to his decline?
Zhu Yanxu won't think so much at this time. What he has to do now is to tear away the obstacles in front of him, like a nail, a chisel, piercing into the core of the storm, and entering the so-called quiet place.
A centipede centipede that was originally hidden deep in the sand was easily cut into hundreds or thousands of segments.
The carapace that was originally strong enough to withstand the brute force attack of the sword, in this storm, the fragile one will not be stronger than a leaf.
What is weak is not just a centipede?
Some Zhu Yanxu has only heard of, but never seen. The desolate beasts that have been rumored to have appeared in the depths of the polar region also appeared in this rolling storm in the form of dismembered corpses.
The further you go into the depths of the storm, the more you will see a large number of corpses that make Zhu Yanxu shudder.
These once powerful existences have lost the ferocity and freshness of the past.
The powerful natural disaster seemed to bring all the originally unequal creatures back to the line of equality.
On this line, there is nothing out of the ordinary.
Zhu Yanxu almost gave up!
He saw too many legendary wild beasts, all of which died in this storm. The closer to the core, the more and more powerful corpses appeared.
He didn't feel that he was stronger and stronger than these rumored desolate beasts.
The reason why he was lucky enough to survive may be because he mobilized the divine power of Yangshui and Vulcan to form a temporary circulation on the surface of his body.
This cycle has a certain force unloading function, which can offset most of the storm impact.
Zhu Yanxu doesn't know how long this method of unloading force can last.
Maybe... the next moment the balance is broken, he will be torn apart.
Finally, he saw the deep red eye of the storm.
At this time, he no longer has any hesitation.
With a leap, all the power was superimposed behind him, and suddenly exploded.
As if carrying a bazooka, Zhu Yanxu recklessly broke into the core of the entire storm with great impact and determination.
It was beyond his expectation, but what he expected was that the center of the storm was so quiet and stable.
There is a stark contrast and gap between here and the mania, anger, and destruction of everything outside.
However, Zhu Yanxu is not the only 'guest' here.
He saw a living corpse.
Zhu Yanxu didn't know why he came to such a conclusion.
But that's what he decided.
It was like... the corpse itself was releasing this signal to him.
But I saw this 'corpse', twenty or thirty feet long, naked with eyes on the top, covered with red and transparent hair, and these hairs fell like seaweed.
There was a certain kind of vicious aura all over his body.
Zhu Yanxu felt as if he was going to be baked dry just by getting close to it.
If he simply possessed some kind of divine blood, he would have been roasted into a mummy.
Only the blood of the God of Yangshui protected the moisture in his body. The Vulcan bloodline gave him a strong ability to resist heat and drought, so that he could continue to look at this 'corpse'.
Suddenly, it seemed to be alarmed, accompanied by a violent roar.
The corpse opened its mouth again.
A strong stench wafted along the quiet air.
Zhu Yanxu smelled an extremely strong rancid smell.
After that, the terrible suction aimed at Zhu Yanxu, trying to draw away the blood on his body.
Zhu Yanxu was fixed by this suction.
Do your best...to ensure that the blood in your body will not burst out.
"This is Hanba!"
"Of course, not the oldest drought!"
"Bao! She is the daughter of the **** emperor of the previous generation. She was originally Nuba. After the ancient gods fell, the **** emperor was cut off from his body, and after the Diyuan was sealed, Nuba was cursed by the new **** and turned into a drought. Qianli. This dry demon is an ancient corpse transformed by the blood essence of a female demon, or was once a demigod." The voice that rang in Zhu Yanxu's ear before appeared again.
"What it needs is blood, and you are the son of the **** of Yangshui...why don't you turn all the blood in your body into water?"
"If it's just for a while, you won't die!"
Zhu Yanxu really wanted to ask, who was this voice, and why didn't he inform in advance that there was such a vicious existence hidden in this storm.
But at this moment, Zhu Yanxu has made a choice that does not conform to the habits of most barbarians, but is in line with the status of a chosen person.
He didn't ask, didn't question.
Instead, just start trying.
Dangyang Water God's blood releases divine power.
The blood in Zhu Yanxu's body was washed into pure water by divine power in an instant.
Sure enough, once the blood turned into water, Hanba's ability to absorb and control blood disappeared from Zhu Yanxu's body.
"Be careful, don't wake it up again."
"Its consciousness has not yet recovered, it should only have instinct."
"I'll teach you to draw a talisman. You can try to draw it with divine power. If you can control it, it may help you solve the predicament in front of you." The voice continued to appear.
Immediately afterwards, a hair of Zhu Yanxu separated from his body by itself.
Then, before his eyes, it twisted into a weird rune.
Zhu Yanxu quickly memorized this rune, and then stretched out his hand to try to draw it with divine power.
Soon, he mastered this rune.
Then under the guidance of the voice, the rune was branded towards the top of Hanba's head.
Didn't work the first time.
Hanba was shocked. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he erupted with even more terrifying energy.
The second time, Zhu Yanxu succeeded.
There was a kind of synchronous connection between him and Hanba.
In addition to the divine power of the God of Yangshui and the God of Vulcan, Zhu Yanxu obtained a third kind of power...a power that is different from God, but very similar to God's power.
But at the same time, Zhu Yanxu's body began to grow dense red fluff.
"How is this going?"
"What you taught me...wasn't it the runes to enslave this ancient corpse?" Zhu Yanxu asked.
Although there was a little panic in my heart, I didn't regret it.
His questioning was just a formality, not regretting his previous 'credulity'.
Because Zhu Yanxu understands very well.
If he hadn't chosen to carve the rune, he would have been sucked into a mummy now.
Using divine power to change the water flow and replace the blood circulation in the body is just a stopgap measure, and it must not last long.
figured out the basis.
After that, it seems that there is a choice, but in fact there is no...unless you don't want to live.
"of course not!"
"What are you thinking?"
"This ancient corpse of Hanba is far stronger than you. Even if it is sleeping and has no awakening consciousness, it is wishful thinking if you want to enslave and control it."
"What I'm teaching you is a magic charm. It's like borrowing its power from you."
"In this way, it will think that you are the same kind, and will not hurt you again." The voice said to Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu's eyes were calm, and he didn't know whether he believed this explanation at all.
"Who the **** are you?"
"And why help me?"
"Why can you talk to me in such an environment?"
"Or, you are here, but I didn't see it?" Zhu Yanxu asked a series of questions in his heart.
He has endured for a long time, and now he can't bear it anymore.
As an authentic barbarian, his city is considered deep among the barbarians.
"It's not who I am that you should be thinking about right now."
"It's who you will be."
"The power of the Hanba is poisonous. If you accept its power, you can temporarily avoid being killed by the Hanba. But because of this, you are being constantly exaggerated by it. Soon...you will become a living corpse. It is covered with red hair and brown scales. After that, your soul will be consumed, and the corpse will continue to create drought and heat, until many years later, a new consciousness will be born in your body."
"And the real you has long been completely dead." That voice did not answer Zhu Yanxu's question at all, but threw this reality in front of Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu felt uncomfortable for a while.
But trying to maintain calm on his face.
"You should have a way to help me!"
"If it was just for me to die, you would not have helped me before." This is the only thing Zhu Yanxu can be sure of.
"Of course I don't want to watch you die."
"Not only your birth, but it also has something to do with me." That voice seemed to intentionally mention something that was quite important to Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu also suddenly thought of what the patriarch said... about the fact that Yangshui dried up when he was born.
"The source of the drought demon is the female demon. Only when you find the female demon, can you cut off the connection between you and the drought demon. And the female demon...is very likely to be in the depths of the abyss."
"If you want to survive, if you want to solve the problems in front of you, if you want to know all the answers... then go to Diyuan!" The voice gradually drifted away, as if it had already left.
Zhu Yanxu kept shouting, trying to call that voice back, but no longer received any response.
The storm gradually began to ease.
Hanba still hasn't woken up.
Zhu Yanxu, however, had already landed on the ground, staring at the endless desert in a daze.
He has left the Yangshui Basin too far.
Fortunately, there is still a connection between him and Yang Shui.
After hesitating, Zhu Yanxu buried the Hanba in the sand, and then rushed towards the Yangshui River Basin.
He didn't quite believe what the voice said.
Zhu Yanxu planned to go back to Yangshui first and ask the patriarch.
Or soak in Yangshui, with the help of Yangshui, the remaining divine power of the God of Yangshui, to remove the power of drought in the body.
Thank you for your blessings and rewards!
thank you all!
Today is a busy day, all kinds of trivial matters.
Until now, I have finally written 8,000 words.
I can't move anymore, and I have to go to make supper for my wife.
The 10,000-word challenge is considered a failure...!
I'm really ashamed.
Goodnight everybody!
Still working hard tomorrow!
(end of this chapter)
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