Lord of Deception

The turbulent mud sea slowly returned to its previous calm, and was even more stable than before.

In the depths of the turbulent mud sea, the great demon, who has no true form, no real name, and incomplete personality, has completely calmed down, and he fell into deep thought here.

To this day, he actually still doesn't understand why this is the case, and what's more, he doesn't understand why the other party can seize the Dao so... so easily, it's almost like crushing him.

He felt a visceral fear.

Even if he has faced generations of ruthless people from the human race, some of them are ruthless, some are the best at deceiving people, or some are incredibly powerful.

He had never felt such visceral fear.

Because he was very sure that even that fierce tiger would never be able to completely eliminate him.

He is different from Chaiwang. Chaiwang is not very strong, and he always thinks about the back-up plan for everything. In the most desperate situation, he can quickly arrange the back-up plan.

Temporary success or failure, temporary disadvantage, do not mean much to them.

They will be confident that they will always come back, and in the ups and downs, they can send away generations of ruthless people.

They will arrange a little bit of things that are not felt at all, and stretch the entire layout to one era, or even two eras.

When the human race that won the war slowly entered decline and began to become weak, they would return and stand again in the position that originally belonged to them.

They didn't care too much about the time spent in between.

Without the shackles of longevity, which comes from inside and outside, the thoughts of the gods will be fundamentally different from those of humans.

The biggest advantage they have is time, and time is always on their side.

Coupled with immortality, then, on a long enough time scale, they would be invincible, let alone invincible. At least they would be invincible.

They can make mistakes, and keep making mistakes.

There is always a chance of recovery.

In fact, they don't even feel that they have lost, they are just at a disadvantage.

After surviving those ruthless people back then and leaving only a few left, their disadvantages will become less and less obvious.

But in this long time scale, the human race, which seemed to have won the war back then, could not make mistakes.

One big mistake and everything will be lost, leaving no room for improvement.

After the gods suffered a big loss once, they would definitely not give the monks a chance to rise again.

Originally, everything was going very smoothly. The human race was constantly weakening, and they just had to wait for the opportunity to return.

But somewhere, somewhere, a huge mistake happened, and everything changed.

The mistake was so big that it could even annihilate the mistake.

Now, even seizing the Dao can be so easy.

Personality is the foundation of the power of the gods. If someone can really take away their personality completely, then the so-called gods will usher in the true dusk.

Time and immortality will become useless.

He was a little scared. This time the seizure was so smooth, would there be another time?

Next time, and the next time, and a few more times, the Tao will be completely taken away.

They once thought that it would be impossible to replicate part of the human race's Shi, Seidao, even if it was Shi.

Everything has changed now, everything seems different.

The big demon started to get scared, and then he started to contact other people.

There was no reaction from the Demon King and there was no reaction from the Nine Nian King. They could understand that they were hiding and waiting for recovery. It would be very troublesome if they were exposed.

But the Great Demon could feel the presence of the Heavenly Demon King and the Nine Nian King, and the call was indeed heard by the other party.

However, when he called the Seven Yin King, this guy seemed to be dead. The call fell into the sea, and the devil couldn't feel whether the Seven Yin King was really dead.

The demon suppressed that fear and suppressed the urge to seek medical treatment.

With King Qi Yin like this, he no longer even gets angry. He even sighs that the level of King Qi Yin hiding is really getting higher and higher. Even the gods who were most familiar with him are not sure about him. Does it still exist?

The big demon turned to call the Cliff God King, and got a response this time.

The two established contact and exchanged information in detail. Cliff God King also wanted to know what the big devil had experienced.

However, after saying this, Cliff God King could no longer judge.

Because the tiger moved, the four gods moved, and even a real dragon was born.

In the Great Demon City, he only felt that the process of being taken away was so overwhelming that there were almost no obstacles. It was so fast that he almost didn't feel anything and it was over.

Others are even more confused.

Everyone has moved, who can still determine who it is?

It's impossible, we can only confirm that it's the human race, that's all.

The Great Demon communicated with the Cliff God King for a long time. He expressed his thoughts and all his thoughts and feelings about Chaiwang's death and Seizing the Way.

Two words instantly appeared in Cliff God King's mind.

"Hungry ghost."

"Yes, it all started with the appearance of hungry ghosts.

There is even the path of hungry ghosts.

This is the biggest mistake, a mistake that cannot be changed.

It must be this, there is no other possibility. "

A large amount of information was shared by the Cliff God-King to the Great Demon of the Sludge Sea.

After sharing the information, the two of them communicated for a long time.

When the contact was disconnected, Da Mo thought quietly.

The Cliff God King has a plan, but the big devil feels that the Cliff God King is too far behind Bi Chafang, and he does not want to follow the Cliff God King's plan.

In the words of the human race, Chaiwang was the epitome of insidiousness and viciousness. Unfortunately, Chaiwang died so tragically that he died inexplicably before he could do anything.

The big devil wants to find a way out for himself, just from his own perspective, not from the perspective of the former gods.

Chaiwang died, he was deprived of his path, everything became more and more obvious.

In the past, when everyone was tied together, it was only a huge disadvantage, no matter what, but it was not a complete failure.

Everything has changed now.

The ideas of the gods and the persistence of the gods have begun to fall apart.

The Demon began to understand why he no longer had the same feeling as before when he thought of King Qi Yin.

Because he has also walked on the path that Qi Yin took.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any shame. He just felt that he had found a way out.

His consciousness fluctuated with the turbulent mud sea, hiding in it. He peered at the bastards sinking in the turbulent mud sea.

In the past, during their heyday, these bastards were just cannon fodder in his eyes and he would never look at them.

Now, his life depends on these bastards.

The layout he had made before for his return has now become the most important part.

His consciousness wandered among those bastards, peering into their memory armor.

As he continued to lay out his plans, he also began to let go of his deep-rooted arrogance. He changed from a god who never looked at people squarely, with his nostrils turned upward, full of disdain, to a shameless voyeur, peering deeply into the armor of memory. everything of.

Peep into the memories of these bastards, and then go deeper and peep into their interactions with Luan Lu and others, their interactions with Yu Ziqing, and their interactions with each other.

Everything in the memory armor is under his prying eyes.

Slowly, the devil came to his senses.

After abandoning his arrogance and becoming shameless, he found that there was room for redemption in everything.

That feeling of fear also dissipated everything a little.

He also understood why he was so scared. He saw and felt it from the memories of those bastards.

Because he would never die before, that's why he was more scared than these bastards after seeing death waving to him.

Because he doesn't care about time, it is inevitable that he will eventually die on a long enough time scale.

And because he didn't care about time, it seemed that death was already approaching and would arrive in the next moment.

It turns out that gods are also afraid, and they are more intense and fearful than ordinary creatures and gods.

Recognizing oneself is a particularly difficult thing. Da Mo recognized himself at this moment, so he found a way.

He also discovered the root cause of his being too casual and arrogant.

He has stuffed too many memories into the memory armor of these bastards. For some bastards, his memory in the memory armor has almost occupied half of it.

This is too obvious, and a little too confident.

And the human race that took these bastards away has seen the memory armor of these bastards too many times.

Presumably, the problem has already been discovered.

No, he must have discovered the problem.

Being deprived of the Tao this time must have something to do with it.

Things taken away by scum and falling into the hands of those who seize the way, all of these must be connected.

People from Jinlan Mountain, Hungry Ghosts, Dadui, Sempers, Scum, etc...

The big devil's consciousness began to disperse and was connected to the memory armor of each bastard here.

Then, in the deepest part of the muddy sea in this troubled world, strange things began to condense.

Those things filled with evil and filth condensed and merged together, like rotten meat sinking into the mud, about to completely rot into water and completely dissipate.

Those things gathered little by little with the fluctuations of the mud sea, and finally turned into a strange altar sunk in the deepest part of the mud sea in the troubled world.

A sacrificial altar.

In the most ancient times, the original source of the sacrificial altars controlled by hundreds of tribes was the gods.

Otherwise, how do you expect the original group of uncivilized tribes to create their own altars for sacrifice?

It's a pity that no one knows about this matter and no one remembers it.

Because the gods themselves have not personally arranged the sacrificial altar for a long, long time, nor have they personally presided over the sacrificial altar for a long, long time.

Their role has always been to accept sacrifices to the gods.

Rather than standing on the altar and offering sacrifices with your head held high.

Seeing the altar taking shape, the demon did not hesitate to place the part of his consciousness that had not yet awakened as a sacrifice on the altar.

He is both the sacrificial character and the sacrificial recipient.

Sacrifice a part of yourself to yourself.

This is his desperate means to stay at the bottom of the box.

Invisible pressure emerged, and black flames suddenly ignited, directly encompassing the part of the demon's consciousness that had not yet awakened.

As that part of the sleeping consciousness was completely sacrificed, the demon's personality began to change.

The part of his awakened consciousness also seemed to be burned and slowly dissipated.

Those powers, just like before, were incorporated into the memory armor of those bastards.

He believed that even if the human race knew that there was a trick in the memory armor of these bastards, they would definitely come to fish out these bastards.

And he wants to follow the path that the human race has arranged for these bastards.

He wants to find a new anchor point, a new source of immortality.

No, he has given up the extravagant hope of immortality.

That is no longer practical.

As for the delusions of the gods, to destroy the human race, trample the human race under their feet again, and turn them into monkeys who can only sacrifice, he gave up earlier.

Therefore, he could only choose to kidnap humans and kidnap more.

Let the matter turn into killing him, the price to pay is something that no one can bear, and the entire human race cannot bear it.

Then he no longer has to fear foreseeable death.

He was really afraid, not just of one person, but of many people of the same race.

At that time, he felt that there were a lot of people in the human race who were not afraid of death, and even regarded death as home, and there was nothing special about it.

Because he couldn't understand it at that time.

Now, he finally felt that death was coming, and what it felt like to be afraid of death.

Only then did he truly understand how terrifying those guys were.

Only when you are alive can you have everything else. If you die as cleanly as Chali, then there will be nothing.

With this thought, the demon's awakening consciousness slowly dissipated.

This part of his personality also slowly dissipated.

The part of consciousness that was sleeping as a sacrifice on the altar has also disappeared forever.

The power gained from the sacrifice will push the big devil to do what he wants to do.

In the end, even the things that built the strange altar decayed rapidly and disappeared into the sea of ​​sludge.

The sea of ​​sludge in the turbulent world has become extremely calm.

The big devil has completely disappeared.

The moment the big demon disappeared, those bastards in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times were the first to feel it.

It was as if the existence of the Great Demon had been lost, and the entire muddy sea in the troubled world had lost its violent and gloomy atmosphere.

The weather is calm and there are no waves.

The endless malice in the sludge sea of ​​troubled times seemed to have become powerless, and the power of erosion also plummeted.

A group of bastards gathered around each other to keep warm. They were surprised and checked each other.

I found that everyone could feel it. The one sleeping deepest was missing.

It was like evaporating and disappearing directly.

They cautiously swam along the seaside, and after confirming that it was not just the seaside, but that the deeper areas were actually no different from the seaside, they cautiously moved deeper.

There was a bastard who immediately contacted the little black man and informed him of the changes that had occurred here.

The other bastards also contacted their acquaintances who had gone out and told them about the situation here.

After they penetrated a certain distance, they did not dare to move forward.

One guy at the end of the line was very disturbed by this change.

Over the years, the Abyss of Sinking has become more and more violent, and the wind and waves have become more and more wild. Who knows if this situation is the calm before the storm, so he gritted his teeth and said.

"I'll check it out, but then I'm going to be at the front of the line."

The bastards discussed it and thought it was quite reasonable. It was very reasonable for people to risk their lives just to join the queue.

The last one, now carrying the code name of No. 5 in the queue, goes straight to the deepest part of the mud of troubled times.

He moved forward very smoothly without encountering any obstacles. The malice here only became slightly stronger, but it was far less violent than before, and he could still bear it.

Going all the way to the deepest place where the demon once slept, Queue No. 5 could no longer feel anything.

He wandered around here carefully and searched carefully, but couldn't sense anything. The person had indeed disappeared completely.

Queue No. 5 came back without saying anything, just shared the memory armor and the sense.

At this time, everyone was completely sure that the sleeping one had really suddenly disappeared.

Death is definitely not death, and it is definitely not annihilation.

Even if they are all dead, that one will definitely not be annihilated in the abyss of sinking.

The gods in the past may have used some method, or other gods may have used some method to rescue him.

…

Yu Ziqing is in retreat in the palace city, and he wants to fully appreciate the harvest.

The ink pen, after returning, still maintained its gaudy appearance, floating in front of Yu Ziqing.

This thing was forcefully given to him by the Book of Anshi.

For a long time, apart from being able to write on the Anshi Book, there seemed to be nothing special about Zhubi.

Now it has become as if it has spiritual intelligence.

Yu Ziqing knew that the Zhubi and the Book of Anshi were definitely not two things, but one.

The ink pen has been pretending to be dead for so long, and now it is no longer acting. It is just floating here and there, just writing a series of words on the pen.

"I actually have some intelligence."

This acting skill is in the same vein as the Book of Anshi. Yu Ziqing is not blind, so of course he is sure that this ink pen is the Book of Anshi.

Damn it, no wonder the Book of Anshi has always been lying in Jinlan Mountain, honestly serving as the entrance to the copy. It seems that he is not too forced to follow Yu Ziqing.

It turns out that part of this bitch has been following him from the beginning.

There must have been a big problem with his poor acting skills at the beginning, maybe it was just to make him relax his vigilance.

Look, are they human beings? They are all so wilted and bad.

It’s almost impossible to find an honest person in this huge society, and now it’s almost impossible to find even an honest magic weapon.

Suddenly, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and felt that the jade slip was broken, it was a wheel, and there was a little black man and others calling him.

In fact, Wang Zixuan was asking him to call back.

Something big happened?

Yu Ziqing frowned, took a step forward, and disappeared into the palace city.

The ink brush floating there suddenly stopped, as if in disbelief, Yu Ziqing really left it here.

The ink pen turned in a circle, then turned the tip of the pen and drew a circle in the air. It turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the circle.

I wish you all a happy new year, good health, good luck and good fortune in the new year.