I turned against General Thunderbolt

Now there is another salt of the earth.

Some geomantic omens are innate.

Some are an acquired problem.

This salt in the ground gave her the feeling that it was a piece of fertile land that had been cultivated repeatedly, drained of all its potential, dried up for fishing, and turned into a barren land.

Yun Xinyue didn't care about Wanyan's change of attitude, but sighed instead.

"You are a mortal, even if I tell you, you don't understand."

It's not like she suddenly looked down on mortals.

It's just that there is a little lack of interest in the tone, revealing deep loneliness.

In the high mountains and flowing waters, it is hard to find a bosom friend.

So she likes to be with the general. Although the general doesn't know much about Yun Xinyue's practice, as long as he speaks a little, the general can understand it. This is called having a common language.

But to say these truths to Wan Yan is just playing the piano to Niu.

The girl gave Zhong Li a look.

"Master Zhong, get to work!"

For Zhongli.

This is the sealing formation he set up, and he wants to untie it in a matter of thought.

The three of them quickly entered the ruins.

What came into view was a dilapidated ruin.

This ruined city-state seems to be empty, without any breath of living people.

Everything seems to remain the same as it was thousands of years ago.

And after taking off the bustling and bustling clothes, only the eyes were opened, the human-shaped salt sculptures standing in the city from near to far.

The original skin is replaced by grains of salt.

But although these rock carvings have gone through a long period of time, they are still like the most exquisite works of art, and every expression is lifelike.

The location where the three of them entered the ruins was above the original steps of this ancient city-state building.

"Whilst white snow is falling in abundance, it's almost like spreading salt in the air."

The salt on the ground, like in the poem, has a thick layer on the ground, as if covered with white snow.

Yun Xinyue stepped on it, and there was a creaking sound.

"By the way, were these people once the enemies of the Salt God?"

The girl's heart moved.

A click.

Broken the arm of a petroglyph.

No blood flowed out.

Only snow-white powdered salt.

This ability reminded her of the mythical Medusa.

That is the ability called petrification.

It's just that when you come here, doing as the Romans does has become salinization.

"He was only one step away from the exit of the ruins, but he maintained a running posture, and he was frozen here forever."

The God of Salt is not Medusa after all.

Without looking into your eyes, you become salt.

"They are not enemies of the God of Salt, but believers of the God of Salt." Zhong Li explained.

"believer?"

Yun Xinyue was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Zhongli meant.

The first thing she asked was the example of a mortal killing a demon god.

"Did the believers of the Salt God kill the Rock God?"

"Impossible?!" Wan Yan kept shaking her head: "It is impossible for a believer in the God of Salt to do such a thing! Morax must have done it!

"Although you are a believer in the God of Salt, it is normal to have the conclusion of the first half of the sentence, but why do you have such a big opinion on Morax in the second half?"

Yun Xinyue felt that the other party was a little unreasonable.

She could feel some whimsical thoughts.

Full of conspiracy theories.

He felt that these surviving believers of the Salt God were not Liyue people, but victims, and they were the second-class people recruited after Morax's victory.

If the God of Salt is present, they will receive better care and treatment.

So preconceivedly put Morax on the side of the bad guys.

It's useless to say anything about the target.

But she forgot that without the protection of Morax, the remaining people of the Salt God would probably be extinct by now.

For this kind of separatists and brain-filling monsters, if you find out what Yun Xinyue thinks about the legacy of the demon god of salt.

I'm afraid there will be trouble again.

Originally, I brought Wanyan with me only because I saw the identity of the other party's Salt God believer, which might be of some help to go deep into the ruins.

Now it seems that it is of no use.

The retired rock god was very familiar with him as if he had come to his own ruins in the ruins of the salt god.

There is no need for a believer who doesn't know anything and relies on his brain.

Even the other party may not be called a follower of the God of Salt.

What she believes in is just the God of Salt that she imagined.

When the real God of Salt is in front of him, he will collapse in an instant. This kind of belief is too cheap.

She didn't want to argue with Wan Yan about these things.

The girl does not have the same patience and principles as Zhongli.I don't want to waste time and energy on ordinary people.

Just like what she said before, a cow can't understand a cow playing the piano.

Yun Xinyue's spirit spread out in an instant, sweeping across Wan Yan's mind.

All the things since seeing Zhongli and Yun Xinyue are like erased film, quickly dissipating in memory.

Confusion gradually appeared in her eyes, before she could speak.

Then there was a gust of wind, and Wanyan was sent out.

And the only ordinary person in the team was gone.

Facing the monsters in the ruins, Yun Xinyue's attack was very violent.

Three words are highlighted, fast, accurate and ruthless.

To be honest, now she is killing these monsters on the Tivat continent, which is just a matter of thinking.

The four seas and thousands of mountains are arched and subdued, and the nine secluded and ten categories are all eliminated.

The broken city-state and the ten-meter-high ruined walls are as if they don't exist to the girl.

Flying a little, he arrived at a place with a strong demon spirit.

It was a container similar to an ancient lamp.

But there is only half a cup of the ubiquitous salt in it.

"As far as I know, it is not ordinary. Although it is only half, there will always be half. In other words, it is endless."

Zhong Li stepped forward and picked up the salt cup.

Gently leaning over, suddenly the snow-white salt grains are like a white waterfall, pouring down from the salt cup.

Soon there was a thick layer on the floor and it showed no sign of stopping.

Yun Xinyue curiously took the salt cup.

Whether it is spiritual thoughts, what the eyes see, or the delicate touch.

Everything is expressing that there is real salt in it.

The girl stuck out her tongue and licked it.

It is confirmed that the salt in this salt cup is ordinary salt.

"This thing seems to work, but it doesn't work either."

Yun Xinyue returned the salt cup to Zhongli.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this is an artifact, baby, but Yun Xinyue thinks that the shortcomings of the salt cup are too great.

Although this artifact has part of the power of the God of Salt, it can make the salt cup never dry up.

But the problem is that even if the salt cup is completely turned upside down, the amount of salt that can be poured out per second is still too small.

It's like a waterfall with the mouth of a bowl, pouring water into the pool day and night, how long will it take to fill the pond the size of an island?

That's a long time.

And for girls.

After receiving the inheritance from Auxerre, she said bluntly that the sea is her home.

It is very easy to split the salt from the water. At least she can fill the sea island with salt in a short period of time without much trouble.

So this artifact is very tasteless to her.

But some people don't think so.

When Yun Xinyue threw the salt cup to Zhongli, a man's figure suddenly appeared in the midair, like a real immortal, and he took the salt cup into his hand without the slightest smell of fireworks.

"Chilong."

Morax looked at the extra figure and said in a deep voice.

"What do you want a salt cup for?"

"Is this the artifact of the Demon God of Salt?"

Chilong's questioning voice suddenly sounded, a little belatedly.

"I didn't expect you to come here."

"No way, you don't know anything, what are you doing out of the blue?" Yun Xinyue couldn't help complaining: "Are you familiar with the God of Salt?"

"I'm not familiar with it. After all, when I was suppressed by Morax, the Salt God hadn't died yet. This incident means that the Demon God War is coming to an end."

Chilong replied.

"I just sensed the power of the Demon God, and I want to study it."

"Don't you have authority?" Yun Xinyue asked.

"I do not have."

Chilong responded directly.

"Devil-level authority and demon-level power are two different things. Those who have power do not necessarily have power, and those who have power must have demon-level power, no matter how strong or weak they are."

"I belong to the one without power. The attribute of water is my talent. I realize that relying on water to achieve immortality and avoid the wear and tear of heaven is only because my understanding is high enough."

The Demon God of Monosodium Glutamate, the Demon God of Thirteen Fragrances... If there is one, this type of Demon God is the Demon God of Power, which is fundamentally different from Li Long.

"The powerful demon god, except for the existence of a certain tortoise whose shell is extremely hard, most of the others were killed."

Chilong almost pointed at Zhongli by name.

"Power and power, if power is targeted, all that remains is weakness. This kind of demon god is too biased, relying too much on power, and the material and spiritual realms are very fragile."

"As for the God of Salt, although I was sealed earlier, her reputation has spread to Qingcezhuang. She is beautiful, kind, weak, and indifferent to the world. She was a good choice for the refugees who were affected by the war at that time."