Lord of Deception

There are not many records of saints in the Jiazi era, or in other words, we just don’t know much about Mo Huitou.

But in this era, there are remnants of the era of gods, and Yu Ziqing thinks it's quite normal.

Even if he speculates that the period from the age of gods to the ancient era is not seamless, there must be some time in between.

This period shouldn't last long, but it is definitely the most chaotic and difficult time.

Because there is no record of Dadui.

This kind of situation is basically impossible to occur when the political power is stable and the lower levels are also stable.

Only when the upper levels are unstable and the lower levels are displaced and precarious, and everyone's energy is occupied in order to survive, and the person who records the record may suddenly die suddenly one day, will there be obvious faults.

After all, many records can be found one after another in the dark era of gods.

Similarly, if you want to bury any hidden dangers or deep pits, this period of time is also the most suitable.

Yu Ziqing and Mo Huitou were floating high in the sky, looking at the horizon.

He could feel that the overall strength of this era was really strong.

When the road was not broken, some places might be a little rough, and the fineness was not as good as contemporary times, but their power was indeed strong.

The overall structure of the monks has always been pyramid-shaped.

But in the Jiazi era, there are still ten levels, and new ones can appear.

The upper limit is higher than that of later generations. The ninth level may be slightly easier than that of later generations, and the number is naturally larger.

Among the 1,300 saints in the distance, Yu Ziqing could feel that there were three of them at the peak of the ninth level, and there were at least twenty or thirty of them at the ninth level.

The remaining people are all senior monks at the lowest level.

This is just a glimpse of the chronology of the saints.

Judging from the attitude of not looking back, Yu Ziqing could also understand that Dadai could definitely suppress the saints at this period, and not forcefully.

The reason why this place was sealed from beginning to end was not because of the strength of the saints, but because of the blood sacrifice.

These are the original words of Mo Huitou.

If you just wipe out these saints who usually hide deeply, the price you have to pay may not be very high.

In other words, even moderates like Mo Huitou feel that these more than a thousand saints alone are not even qualified to be sealed.

They gathered together and killed them on the spot.

Yu Ziqing compared the information given by Xi Yang and speculated that this time period might be the time when almost all the believers of the God of Sacrifice were finished.

It is also possible that the God of Sacrifice had already wandered away at this time and was taken to the deep sea.

The only thing that can be determined is that the more than a thousand saints here are a major change in the tragic situation of the God of Sacrifice.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing thought of Our Lady of Baiyang again.

This guy may have really not encountered good times, or he may have encountered ruthless people during good times.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen to this level.

Look at the God of Sacrifice, it's a bit miserable now, but when it's highlighted, it's much better than the Holy Mother of the White Sun.

After all, the Holy Mother of the White Sun is already somewhat divine, and she cannot die when she cannot come.

Unlike the God of Sacrifice, he actually starved to death. Thinking of this, Yu Ziqing felt the God's overwhelming power in his heart, and he straightened his hips.

It is also possible that the gods he is facing are the strongest gods standing at the top of the pyramid.

The following is actually just like that.

Including those gods who were killed in the age of gods and did not even have their names left.

A high-pitched, loud, and accompanied by a murmur of the memorial service rang out in the distance.

In the sacrificial method and this era, the incantation is called the sacrificial incantation. It seems like it has just been renamed. In essence, it is still the difference between the sacrificial method and the ritual method.

The strong smell of blood, accompanied by fishy sweetness, is both pleasant and disgusting. It is a power that can mobilize people's instincts and mobilize people's hearts to the maximum extent.

Yu Ziqing saw an altar made of flesh and bones, stacked up out of thin air.

The heads of giants were piled under the altar. Every giant's eyes were full of pain, and their souls seemed to be burning, turning into nourishment for the altar.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing felt that the huge altar of flesh and blood did not look like a simple altar, but also looked a bit like the throne of the Seven Yins that Yu Ziqing had seen before...

The dark wind howled and the resentful soul roared. It was the giant's last roar, for the doomed demise of the giant family.

And this made Yu Ziqing think of the Bronze clan whose entire clan was tortured to death.

The destruction of a race was so easy in the past.

All they can leave behind is the wailing and roaring before death.

Even their most desperate curses have now been turned into power that can be used by the altar.

Yu Ziqing looked at it from a distance, his eyes a little hollow.

It was obviously a very powerful scene, and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried, but there was no wave in his heart.

"It was once the last one, sealed by the governor Baishan.

You should have contributed a lot in this process.

If you don't do anything now and follow me here to watch, will their blood sacrifice be successful?

If Bai Shan hadn’t sealed it either…”

Yu Ziqing asked Mo Huitou, and Mo Huitou gave Yu Ziqing a strange look.

"His Majesty's personal arrival here means that the seal has begun to be resolved and a result has been found for the disaster.

Changes will naturally occur, but this change must be in line with His Majesty's wishes.

Otherwise, the seal will not be resolved, and no matter how it is changed, everything will return to the original starting point.

Even if I don't do anything now, Baishan will do nothing. "

"Is it possible for a sealed thing to break the seal from the inside and escape?"

"It's impossible." Mo Huitou shook his head decisively.

After a pause, he looked at Yu Ziqing, the Duihuang who did not have Duihuang blood, and added another sentence.

"Unless Dadui is completely destroyed, this is absolutely impossible."

"Oh, that's good." Yu Ziqing glanced at the bloody light in the distance and the black clouds that turned into huge whirlpools in the sky, and finally relaxed and watched the show.

To be honest, he was indeed a little worried, because he appeared here but ignored him. In the end, he guessed the key thing wrong, which caused the seal to completely get out of control.

If you don’t lose control, then enjoy the show.

Huge power fluctuations continued to spread, and Yu Ziqing could already see strong men fighting against the saints there.

After the blood sacrifice started, there was no intention of stopping.

A bloody beam of light struck into the black clouds transformed from black gas in the sky.

There are countless giant resentful souls roaring and roaring in the black clouds, far beyond the ninth level peak, with power like the power of heaven, linking to the unknown.

Then there is waiting for the power to come from an unknown place.

The so-called blood sacrifice is more like a transaction. You give sacrifices to the God of Sacrifice and sacrifice those things. The God of Sacrifice will give feedback and give the saints the power they want.

This may be the path of spiritual practice for saints.

It is completely different from the way that normal monks practice hard, accumulate bit by bit, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

"They want to sacrifice 80,000 giants at once, in exchange for the destruction of the giant clan, in exchange for the opportunity for three people to advance to the tenth level."

Don't look back and explain to Yu Ziqing quietly.

However, when the power of the blood sacrifice turned into blood light, rushed into the black clouds, and disappeared completely.

A long time of peace, a long time of dead silence.

The expected feedback did not come quickly.

…

To the east of Jinlan Mountain, in the locust forest near the small courtyard, half of the head is curled up in a ball in a lush locust tree, using the power of the locust tree to nourish the body of a hungry ghost.

The locust trees planted by Yu Ziqing himself had been soaked by the scent of hungry ghosts, nourished by sweet rain, and finally spread black soil as fertilizer by Yu Ziqing. They were no longer ordinary locust trees.

This is the most suitable home for hungry ghosts.

It's equivalent to every hungry ghost's residence plus the most comfortable bed.

Not only can it make them feel at ease and stable, but it can also nourish their bodies, which has many benefits.

Perhaps the biggest difference between this large area of ​​locust trees surrounding Jinlan Mountain is the geographical location.

The vast majority of locust trees are essentially the same.

Half of my head is resting in a locust tree, and I have never felt so at ease.

No longer need to suffer the never-ending torture of being unable to survive or die.

He vaguely felt as if someone was calling him, and some strange memories began to emerge in his mind.

There seemed to be something brewing in his empty head.

Half of his head curled up in pain because of the memories and fragmented images that emerged.

It’s also painful…

Bound, trapped, and no longer free, those pious and fanatical gazes only made him feel pain.

It is this most pious service that brings the deepest and most unsolvable torture.

He hated this piety with all his heart.

Inexplicably, he thought that when he had kneeled down so devoutly and instinctively before that terrible being who gave him new life, the eyes of that terrible being seemed to particularly dislike his piety.

At this moment, he finally understood deeply and had a sympathetic understanding.

He had no need of piety, he hated piety.

Then he began to understand that what he was feeling at this moment was hatred.

His most painful torture comes from the most fanatical piety of those people in the broken picture.

This moment of understanding made his instinct as a hungry ghost feel a prohibition.

"The incense of a hungry ghost, any living being or dead spirit (including the hungry ghost itself), or any object cannot be absorbed. Those who incorporate it or covet it will have their souls and consciousness infected, and they will never be reincarnated."

This is only for the incense of hungry ghosts, the power of sacrifice, etc.

Strictly speaking, it's just that the incense of the hungry ghost cannot be used. If there are non-hungry ghosts offering sacrifices to the hungry ghosts, the hungry ghosts can still use those powers.

Half of his head did not hesitate at this moment, completely ignoring the call that caused him pain.

He was now free from the most painful torture and he never wanted to go back.

I don’t even want to get involved with those things anymore, seeing them as the most vicious torture.

Even if he instinctively feels that as long as he sets foot on this road again, half of his head will not be empty, and the missing half of his head will be restored again.

He still didn't want to, no matter whether it was hunger and torture, or the bondage of never-ending peace in those broken scenes, he didn't want to go back.

He only felt pain at the moment, huddled up in a ball, and hid in the locust tree, as if this was the only safe haven.

Dong-dong-dong, someone knocked on the locust tree.

The chaotic thoughts in half of his head were brought back, and he felt that there was a strong hungry ghost outside.

He didn't dare to delay and walked out of the locust tree shivering.

The big ghost has been staring at Half Skull. Looking at the appearance of Half Skull, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Curled up, eyes full of pain, the whole ghost looked like it was shrinking, wanting to be freed, but not being able to.

The big ghost understands that feeling all too well. He once felt the same way, and so did countless of his former compatriots.

Whoever Half-Skull had been, he was now a hungry ghost.

The big ghost gave half of his head a drop of sweet rain.

"Eat it, my lord said, you are special and can only eat the rain."

Half Head did not dare to reach out, but the big ghost flicked his finger, and the drop of sweet rain fell directly into Half Head's mouth.

"This drop is my meeting gift for you, but it will be gone in the future, so don't think too much about it."

The big ghost sat under the tree, looked at half of his head, and said to himself.

"We have all had similar experiences. I was also confused, and only one belief supported me.

My robe gives me the strength to stay awake.

Although being sober is actually the most torture, it is my own choice.

My pleasure.

The countless hungry ghosts here may have had different experiences during their lives.

There are good people and bad people, selfish people and generous people.

The adults said that anyone who can starve to death is not that bad.

From the moment you transform into a hungry ghost and begin your new life, whatever you once were is all gone.

I can understand the torture and pain you are going through, as every hungry ghost here can.

So, no matter who you were.

All you have to do is remember the present. Now is your new life after the pain and suffering of the past.

Cherish this opportunity, even a hundred years ago, you would not have had this opportunity.

Your Majesty is very kind to hungry ghosts, and has not yet unleashed your thunderous wrath on any hungry ghost.

Trust me, whatever you're worried about, it's not a problem.

It's time for you to make a choice. "

The big ghost said a lot of nice things to himself. He stood up, patted half of his head on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Peace of mind."

Half-head looked at the retreating figure of the big ghost and slowly relaxed.

He grinned, feeling the drop of sweet rain he had just swallowed turn into a warmth in his belly that reassured him and drove away the pain.

He returned to the locust forest, curled up into a ball like a baby, and fell asleep.

There was no sign of anything appearing in his empty head.

The broken memories, broken pictures, and past pain that keep emerging seem to be covered with a layer of mist and become unreal.

Now he just wants to be a hungry ghost, just the most ordinary hungry ghost.

…

Yu Ziqing's tea was replaced with new ones. When he brewed it three times again, after waiting for a long time for the blood sacrifice, there was finally a change.

The feedback expected by the saints did not appear at all.

From this moment on, the seal is actually different from its original appearance.

Only the blood light glowed in the black clouds. The resentful souls, anger, and curses of the bound giants absorbed the blood light and rushed down.

The blood sacrifice was completely out of control, or in other words, the blood sacrifice itself was no longer valid.

They turned into saints and slaughtered giants. Faced with the doomed genocide, the giants fell into the greatest madness and began to counterattack.

A brawl ensued, and Yu Ziqing did not watch any more.

He is now completely convinced that half of his head was once the god of sacrifice.

No matter what relationship the half-skull has with the God of Sacrifice, does the half-skull still have something of the God of Sacrifice?

It is now certain that the gods to whom the saints were worshiped no longer exist.

Yu Ziqing looked at Mo Huan, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"The God of Sacrifice is no longer here, so the so-called blood sacrifice has naturally lost its foundation.

So now comes the problem.

In the past, it was necessary to enter the seal and solve the sealed disaster.

But now I'm not doing anything at all, just watching the show here.

The disaster itself has changed due to changes in the outside world.

So has this seal been resolved? "

Mo turned around and stared blankly at the changes in the horizon. He was completely confused.

He didn't understand why, because this had never happened before.

"What does it mean that the God of Sacrifice no longer exists?"

"The god of sacrifice is dead."

"Gods are immortal and will only disappear. As long as they don't disappear, they will still be gods." Mo Huitou said firmly.

Yu Ziqing smiled happily.

"That's true, but that was before."

A few days ago, he, Li Qiu and the talented county guard sent a god to die.

real death.

Before that, their method of killing gods was to destroy the foundation of their power and make them disappear forever.

It's almost equivalent to death.

But this kind of death is not the death that humans understand.

There is still a difference.

Just like the former Earth Demon Lord, as long as he remained in the state of having only one bone, unable to do anything and not revived, he would be dead.

But there are still some very difficult ones who cannot be killed no matter what, such as the Cliff God King.

Yu Ziqing looked at Mo Huan with some doubts and continued.

"The God of Sacrifice has not disappeared, but the God of Sacrifice does indeed no longer exist. That one is no longer the God of Sacrifice.

So, I want to ask, does this count as breaking the seal? "

"That's right..." Mo looked back a little unsure, and thought about it carefully.

“The original intention of the seal is to seal the disaster and wait for it to be resolved later.

Whether it was resolved within the seal, or a change occurred outside, causing the disaster to change.

In fact, they are all in line with the original intention of the seal.

But here, it should be necessary to deal with those saints before it can be considered completely solved. "

"No, the goal of this seal is blood sacrifice. If the problem of blood sacrifice is solved, it will be resolved.

As you said, this seal is not meant for those saints. "

The two people had slightly different views on the matter. Mo turned around and flew away without saying a word. After a while, he brought Baishan back.

This fallen governor.

Even as the person who cast the seal, after the seal is resolved, Baishan will disappear completely.

Bai Shan also made it clear that his seal was aimed at the blood sacrifice incident itself.

As long as the blood sacrifice fails, those saints who were sealed together will have no impact.

Several people stopped talking and just waited.

It stands to reason that once the seal is here, it should actually have been reopened.

But it has not reopened automatically yet.

On the horizon, the saints who bear the backlash of all the giant's final power have also suffered heavy losses, and are actually not far from destruction.

After waiting for several days, the bloody light on the horizon slowly dissipated.

The huge altar of flesh and blood only had some dead bones left.

Only the last few of the 1,300 saints are still breathing, but they are burdened with the curse of genocide, and they are obviously breathing out more and taking in less.

No one intervened, and after waiting for several days, the last few saints were tortured to death.

Everything around him remained unchanged.

The seal has not been reopened, and the sealed world has not been rewinded, so it counts as the end.

It's stuck here.

"No way, this ghost seal can still be jammed?"

Yu Ziqing was a little shocked, what was this?

Mo looked back a little confused and kept deducing something.

Yu Ziqing thought for a while, then left the Book of Anshi with a thought.

After walking out, the halo of light flowed on the pages of the book, and the blood light had dissipated, but it was still stuck and no dust had settled.

"What's happening here?"

An Shizhi was even more shocked than Yu Ziqing, and kept shaking.

How could it know? It is just an ordinary history book!

"So, now this is considered resolved, but not resolved, right?"

The Book of Anshi flashes continuously.

"One thing to say is, isn't it right? Your book of Anshi is just looking forward to the wisdom of future generations.

Of course, there are ways to face disasters and change internally, and there are also ways to go directly to the essence and change things externally.

Why doesn't it count as resolved? "

The Book of Anshi is anxious. How could it know? It wants to dissolve all the seals now.

Yu Ziqing thought for a while, then took another look inside.

After Yu Ziqing left, the seal was not reopened and remained as it was before.

Even during the period when Yu Ziqing came out, Mo Huitou inside was carefully considered, and everything was correct.

Yu Ziqing remained silent. After walking out, he went outside the locust tree forest and found half of his head.

The problem must be with half of the brain.

The big ghost saw Yu Ziqing first and told him the strangeness in half of his head.

Yu Ziqing found Half a Brain, which looked like an ordinary newly transformed hungry ghost, a little silly.

"Have you ever felt that someone was sacrificing you?"

"Yes, but I feel so painful. I want to get rid of it. I don't want it at all." Half-Skull answered honestly.

"What now?"

"I feel much better now. There is a layer of fog blocking it. I can't see clearly, but I feel very comfortable now."

Yu Ziqing thought for a while, then stretched out a finger and touched the center of his head.

Half of the brain didn't stop him, he let go of all protection, let go of his mind, and let Yu Ziqing do whatever he wanted.

After a while, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and looked at half of his head, his eyes a little strange.

Don't look back is right. Gods never die, they just disappear.

As long as the god has not disappeared, the god must still be there.

It's just that Half-Skull's experience was a little unusual. He was starved to death and turned into a hungry ghost, but his status as the God of Sacrifice has always been there.

But his experience as the God of Sacrifice was too painful, and being starved to death was even more painful.

When he starved to death and turned into a starving ghost again, he was finally able to fully understand what pain was.

He resisted the person of the God of Sacrifice from the bottom of his heart and wholeheartedly, and now that he had become a hungry ghost, he had the power of a hungry ghost and used the path of a hungry ghost to forcibly suppress the person.

The person of the God of Sacrifice is something that he cannot give up even if he wants to.

In the end, it became that the person of the God of Sacrifice is still there, which does not count as breaking the seal from the outside, but the blood sacrifice failed and all the saints died suddenly, which can be regarded as breaking the seal.

This time it's completely over, the program is stuck.

Half of his head has become a hungry ghost with all his heart. Unfortunately, there are some things that he can't even say.

Yu Ziqing thought for a while, then waved his hand and held half of his head away.

We returned to the seal together, and after entering, there were no changes.

Yu Ziqing had a thought and started the ultimate cure for death.

Restarted the entire seal.

Everything returned to its original state as expected. Yu Ziqing stood on the city wall with half of his head and continued to watch the excitement.

After Yu Ziqing explained the situation to Mo Huitou again, he pointed at half of his head.

"He was the one."

Mo looked back with a strange expression and stared at half of his head for a long time, confused as usual.

Not long after, Bai Shan also appeared, confused together.

The bloody light on the horizon appeared again. This time, Yu Ziqing ignored the blood sacrifice and stared at half of his head.

The half-headed man sat there obediently, doing nothing, and even resisted looking at the blood in the distance, turning his back the whole time.

When the blood sacrifice reached a critical moment, Yu Ziqing looked at half of his head.

"Feel something?"

"I feel it, but this time it's not painful. There are just some broken pictures. I feel... I hate them a little."

Yu Ziqing stood up and looked at the half-empty head. There was no power from the blood sacrifice, only a thin layer of something like black oil covering it.

And this thing, Yu Ziqing is too familiar with, it is the power of hungry ghosts.

So, he now confirmed the speculation.

It was only Half Brain's initiative and whole-hearted cooperation, as well as being a hungry ghost, with the help of the power of the hungry ghost path, and his own inability to completely give up his status, that he was stuck here.

Yu Ziqing was sure that when the Dadui sealing technique appeared, no one could have imagined that such a situation would happen in the future.

The core of the crisis is the appearance of hungry ghosts.

The hungry ghost appears because of Yu Ziqing's ability.

The seal was broken.

At this stage, Yu Ziqing didn't know how to deal with it.

He changed his mind and looked at Mo Huitou and Bai Shan.

"There's no way, it's stuck now, and as long as I don't restart it, the seal won't restart by itself, nor will it dissipate.

The disadvantage is that I don't know if this will lead to different changes.

The good thing is that as long as I don't restart, you will always exist.

Just like you are still alive, everything that still exists here will be as if you are still alive.

I don't have to tell you what happened again every time I reboot.

Now, I want to verify one more thing.

As you are now, can you still think and continue to delve into some things?

Can you teach others what you have learned?

Just leaving a legacy is definitely not as good as your personal teachings.

Are you willing to try it? "

At this point, Yu Ziqing could only look in a good direction, such as taking advantage of the situation and trying to dig out the seals in the Book of Anshi as treasures.

What kind of treasure can be compared to some powerful guys in the seal?

Last month, 200,000 was completed.

Be conservative this month, the minimum target is still 200,000.

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