Devil Seeds

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 disappointment to the teachings of the sages of the Ten Demon Sects?

If you have to blame it, you still have to blame Tiandao himself in this world.

Who told him to allow sects like the Ten Demon Sect to exist in the world, and to carry forward their set of theories?

The Xinghe faction fell into a battle, and Ke Xiaoliang had temporarily put it down at this time.

He knew that this incident was just the beginning, not the end.

As long as his core attraction is still there, there will be absolutely no shortage of similar plots and calculations. 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.

And as long as he guards the gate of the world and prevents it from falling indiscriminately, Ke Xiaoliang will never fall into an embarrassing situation.

In a sense, Ke Xiaoliang embraced the whole world and the infinite creatures bred in this world.

Under such a major premise, it is meaningless to do any unnecessary worries and thoughts.

Just like a wealthy businessman holding 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.

Therefore... the progress and development of the wild world must be paid close attention to.

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 before, and keeps making each world more real and de-superficially gamified.

The purpose is to aggravate the 'freedom' atmosphere in many worlds, so that monks can freely speak freely 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 foolproof, but it can be used as a reference, allowing Ke Xiaoliang to find a new outlet when faced with difficulties in thinking.

With the changes of mountains and seas and the changes of all things, the Ten Thousand Races Conference gradually came to an end.

Redefining the location of mountains and seas is the purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

And how to reward those warriors with meritorious deeds is the wish of each god.

On this point, no one, no god, has ever set a fixed standard.

Some gods were very generous, sending divine blood, divine power, divine weapons to meritorious fighters, and even promised to help them ascend to the gods.

There are also some gods who are very stingy, they only give verbal encouragement, and they are even very stingy in rewarding divine power.

This feels a bit like opening a blind box.

It has nothing to do with personal ability and previous contributions.

Simply because God is not the same as God.

And through such unbalanced rewards and treatment, Ke Xiaoliang once again conveyed a message to the monks.

This is a world where the gods are free to call their own shots.

There is no fairness, no justice, no absolute rules, no reason.

Everything is just according to the preferences of the gods.

Even rearranging the mountains and seas, and holding the assembly of all races... It's just because these gods are boring, so troubles arise.

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 the 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 period of time.

But those monks who traveled from the real world, after calming down, will definitely review and summarize the entire event of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

In the end, it is not difficult to come to such a conclusion.

After all... redefine the mountains and seas, and rearrange the hunting grounds and living environments of each tribe.

What does it have to do with those gods?

The gods in this world are not gods of faith.

They are the great power attributed to themselves, and everything comes from their own blood gods and natural gods.

It is people who need to believe in gods to gain their attention and favor, and then have the ability to walk and survive in the world, not 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, they favor humans more simply because humans are smarter and know how to please them.

Just 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 was being held in Yeshan.

Night Mountain is the place where night always shrouds.

The stars don't come, the sun and the moon don't mess with it, except for Ye Jiuyin, there are no other gods who will pay attention to this place.

And the night is nine shades of sleep.

When He was sleeping, the wind on the night mountain would constantly hit the forest in the dark night.

It's like the snoring of Ye Jiuyin.

"I won't say the name, as long as everyone knows who it is."

"He has lived 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 and 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 fill with a fierce sense of resistance.

In the 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.

However, everyone was in a tacit understanding and did not call 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.

There was only one voice, and the rumors continued.

"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 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.

There is no need to mention whether you are wronged or not.

In the world of adults, there is no such word.

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 beings 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 ask them to go to Diyuan to inquire about the news." Immediately, someone 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 bank of Yangshui, the Zhuyan tribe, the descendant of the two bloods of the ancient fire god and the god of Yangshui, Zhu Yanxu."

"You mean an aborigine?" he asked questioningly.

The thin 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 the front of the great war of 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 looked at each other in blank dismay.

Although some gangsters instinctively wanted to deny it, they couldn't find an excuse at all.

After all, in person, speaking is responsible.

Breaking the offer doesn't matter.

What matters is to offer alternatives.

"Then let's vote with a show of hands!"

"Those who agree raise their hands, and those who disapprove don't need to express anything," said a strong man with a square face.

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 wild time, dozens of days later, in 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 where Yangshui could not cover and radiate, it was already a piece of sandy soil.

Cruel and scorching heat, it whipped this land that was almost abandoned by the gods non-stop, and roasted the sand into a reddish yellow color.

Zhu Yanxu, who was already a few years older and looked like an adult from the outside, was leading a group of tribal warriors and was 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 execute.

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 little more tranquility that shouldn't 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 dignified.

In just a moment, dark clouds, black and hot winds covered the sky and the sun, and the rushing red-yellow sand moved forward like a high wall.

It's like huge peaks, rushing on their way under the urging of the strong wind.

Everything happened so fast!

It was too hasty!

No reaction time at all.

The beating sand and stones on the ground gradually revealed ferocity and madness.

Right now, it was 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.

The experienced 'old men' began to cast divine spells quickly.

They cut their own wrists, and let a lot of blood spill out, and then infected the surrounding sand.

Then they piled up the sand and quickly burned it with the flame magic.

The originally scattered sand was forcibly kneaded into larger crystals.

The crystals are arranged in a small curved bunker.

The old people dug up the sand, jumped into the pit, and placed bunkers above their heads, trying to create a small space for themselves that would not be buried alive or filled.

As for the dust that will be violent later, after sweeping.

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 depends on their lives.

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.

There are old people who take the lead in demonstrating, and others will naturally learn and behave.

It's just a difference in personal ability, and a group of survivors have been screened ahead of time.

The river channel has not been dug yet, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to 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.

With a bloodline as strong and noble as Zhu Yanxu, at this time he had no choice but to imitate those 'old men' and dig out a shelter for himself.

Of course, he doesn't have to use his own blood as an instant glue.

Swipe with your fingertips, even in the extremely dry desert, some water is still squeezed out.

But it was only enough for him to use alone.

It is very difficult for him to take care of the fellow tribe fighters next to him.

The teachings of the wild world made Zhu Yanxu not have the idea of ​​overreaching himself, challenging nature, and taking responsibility for everyone's suffering.

Excavating Yangshui was a proposal passed by the entire Zhuyan tribe...even the rest of Vulcan's tribe.

That's why each tribe dispatched warriors to listen to orders and dig rivers.

Now that he has encountered a risk, it is force majeure, and Zhu Yanxu will not feel any psychological burden because of it.

To survive in the barbaric world, no matter how everything should be held accountable, then everyone would not be able to survive.

Here... for ordinary people, living itself is an extremely, extremely difficult thing.

This is even more so in the polar regions of southern Xinjiang, where the living environment is extremely harsh.

The overwhelming red-yellow dust rolled over, and everything in sight was covered by that chaotic red-yellow.

The experience of those old people is indeed useful!

But they all underestimated the strength of this storm.

Every grain of sand is like a steel knife, like a sharp arrow, and like a bullet.

The defensive spar that had been burned and changed its texture was 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.

Afterwards, 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 that the storm swept to Zhu Yanxu's place.

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 contained in the first layer of the storm.

Not surprisingly, Zhu Yanxu 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 huge fire energy around him cooperated with the divine blood in Zhu Yanxu's body, mobilizing a huge magical effect.

The fire cloud is released towards the surroundings, and the hot wind pressure against it barely maintains a balance of power.

So that Zhu Yanxu wouldn't be torn apart by this storm right away... just like his fellow clansmen.

But such a balance is difficult to sustain.

The rotating dust storm is like a huge millstone formed between heaven and earth.

It grinds everything up 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 froze for a moment, almost lost his balance, and then 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.

It was as if that voice had never appeared before, it was just his pure hallucination.

Zhu Yanxu felt more and more strenuous.

The ancient god 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.

With 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 towards 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 still many resentments and resentments in life.

How could Shenyun be reconciled to this 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, which was originally strong enough to withstand the brute force of a sword, will not be stronger than a leaf in this storm.

What is weak is not only a centipede red centipede?

Zhu Yanxu has only heard about it, but has never seen it. 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 can see a large number of corpses that make Zhu Yanxu shudder.

These once powerful existences have lost their former ferocity and freshness at this time.

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 wild beasts.

The reason why he was lucky to be alive 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 unloading function, which can offset most of the storm impact.

Zhu Yanxu didn't know how long this cycle of unloading force could 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 moment, 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.

And beyond his expectation, but within his expectations, 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 sending out 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 hairs, and these hairs were falling like seaweed.

There was a certain kind of vicious aura exuding from the whole body.

Just by getting close to it, Zhu Yanxu felt as if he was about to be baked dry.

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 through the quiet air.

Zhu Yanxu smelled an extremely strong rancid smell.

Then, the terrifying 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 Hanba!"

"Bao! She is the daughter of the god emperor of the previous generation. She was originally Nuba. After the ancient gods fell, the god emperor was cut off from his body, and after the Diyuan was sealed, Nuba was cursed by the new god 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 fresh blood, and you are the son of the god 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 tell in advance that there was such a vicious existence hidden in this storm.

But at this moment, Zhu Yanxu made a choice that did not conform to the habits of most barbarians, but was in line with the status of a chosen person.

He didn't ask, didn't question.

Instead, just start trying.

The divine blood of the God of Dangyang Water 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 in 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 strand of Zhu Yanxu's hair separated from his body by itself.

Then, before his eyes, it twisted into a weird rune.

Zhu Yanxu memorized the rune quickly, 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.

It didn't work out the first time.

Hanba was startled. 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 fire, Zhu Yanxu obtained a third kind of power...a power that is different from gods but very similar to divine 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 I was a little panicked in my heart, I didn't regret it.

His questioning was just a formality, not regretting his previous 'credulity'.

Because Zhu Yanxu understood very well.

If he hadn't chosen to carve the runes, 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 only a temporary measure, and it must not last for a long time.

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's on your mind?"

"This ancient Hanba corpse 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 are you?"

"And why do you want to 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 had endured it for a long time, and now he couldn't bear it anymore.

As an authentic barbarian, his city is considered profound among 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 already died completely." 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.

He tried to keep 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 mentioned a very important event for 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 he didn't get any response anymore.

The storm gradually began to ease.

Hanba still hasn't woken up.

But Zhu Yanxu had already landed on the ground, staring at the endless desert in a daze.

He has already 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 all for your blessings and rewards!

thank you all!

Today is a busy day, all kinds of trivial matters.

Up to now, I have finally written 8,000 words.

I can't move anymore, and I have to make supper for my wife.

The 10,000-word challenge is considered a failure...!

I am ashamed.

Goodnight everybody!

Work hard tomorrow!