Lord of Deception

The long bridge, which was slightly larger than a palm, did not fly over the Holy Bone Bridge after being thrown out by Yu Ziqing. Instead, it flew under the Holy White Bone Bridge into the Taoist court, heading north.

When the long bridge flew all the way and landed at the northernmost edge of the northern black earth, it suddenly enlarged and connected with the northern part of the black earth.

The long bridge stretches all the way out into the void in the north.

The place where the long bridge connects to the black earth is seamless. The big-headed little black guys squatting on the railings jump down one by one.

They lined up in two rows, even those little Heizi who were born with playful expressions and weird smiles. They all forced their faces into a solemn look. Together, they bowed their hands in the human salute.

No matter why Yu Ziqing did this, at this moment, he saved them.

The moment the long bridge connected with the black earth, they knew that they no longer had to worry about being swallowed up and reduced to nutrients and completely disappearing.

This is a reversal of the general trend and destiny that was determined from the beginning and is irresistible.

This alone is a great kindness that cannot be repaid.

Because every little Heizi is not just a person, each of them represents a clan name.

If they disappear, the kind of ghost they represent will also fall into a place of eternal destruction.

To put it nicely, Ming has become a complete vassal, or a part of the sleeping one.

To put it harshly, it means that from then on, he was completely reduced to an insect-like existence, and was no longer even qualified to step onto the path.

Nowadays, there are still some ghost kings with high intelligence, who can be regarded as walking on the ghost path. From now on, they will all be the lowest level consumables.

This is their destined destiny.

And the saddest part of this fate is that the sleeping one may not even look at those ghosts. When he hears the desperate wailing, he will drown you in the dirty world because he thinks your screams are too harsh. In the sea of ​​mud.

But now, the long bridge fell into the Taoist court, giving all the little black men an extra choice besides the only dead end.

Therefore, it was not that Yu Ziqing took the initiative to accept Changqiao into Taoting, nor was it that Taoting took the initiative to integrate Changqiao.

But the little black men took the initiative to join the Taoist court.

The little black men couldn't help but wait for Yu Ziqing to speak.

Yu Ziqing didn't say anything, so the little black boys clasped their hands and bowed, to kneeling on the ground, waiting for Yu Ziqing to speak.

"Have you thought about it?

If you are completely integrated, there will be no way out.

If one day I unfortunately die and the Taoist court collapses...

I don't know what the outcome might be. "

The little black men immediately bowed to the ground and made a statement.

They didn't speak, but their strong thoughts were like shouting.

When following Wang Zixuan, he was just running away and stalling for time.

But now, this is the only chance to fight, whether it is death, annihilation, or eternal destruction.

At least it's not a dead end in sight.

They are willing to risk everything, and they are willing to follow, and they are willing to accept the outcome no matter what.

Yu Ziqing nodded.

"Okay, as you wish."

As Yu Ziqing nodded, a group of big-headed little black guys got up happily, and each of them took a small piece of something from the railing they were squatting on.

Then they rushed down the long bridge together and stepped into the black soil.

One by one, they stacked the things in their hands together.

Outside the long bridge, a large number of fragments were piled up to form a building with two pillars, something resembling a Lingxing Gate.

After the stacking was successful, the Lingxing Gate continued to expand, with ice cracks all over it, as if it would break at any time.

There is a blank space above the door, waiting for an inscription.

The little Heizi stood together under the door, heads held high, expecting Yu Ziqing to come and fill in the last part.

Yu Ziqing felt the changes in the charm in the Taoist court, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

like……

This seems to be seizing the Tao.

I don’t know if the real seizing of the Dao feels like this, if it is so weird.

However, Shen Yun's changes cannot be deceived. Yu Ziqing felt that this seemed to be a real attempt to seize the Tao.

However, this was not just a robbery where Yu Ziqing took a knife, cut off the other person's flesh and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was the stolen part. He cooked it himself and fed it to Yu Ziqing's mouth.

It would be too pretentious if Yu Ziqing made three requests and three concessions.

Yu Ziqing took one step forward, stepped onto the Holy Bone Bridge, and entered the Taoist court all the way to the northernmost part of the black land.

He floated in front of the gate that looked like an archway, stretched out a hand, and thought about how to write an inscription.

Finally, I looked at my hand. I didn't use a pen to write the inscription, and there was something missing in the process.

I looked through my inventory, but I really couldn't find a big pen.

No wonder Lao Yang always said that his handwriting was so ugly that he didn't need to practice it.

I don’t even have the tools ready now…

Although Yu Ziqing felt that he was just used to the Chinese characters he had used before, and he couldn't get used to the new writing, and he would also habitually write the characters here according to the habit of writing Chinese characters.

This led to Lao Yang always feeling that his handwriting had an inexplicable weird and awkward feeling.

To sum it up in one word, it is ugly.

Yu Ziqing rummaged through his work, and what he found in the end was only a red pen.

The red pen from the Book of Anshi.

And this happens to be the most appropriate amount of money.

He held the ink pen in his hand, and after pondering for a long time, he waved the pen, and two large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the door.

Two words that are simple, crude, and fit for the purpose.

Ghost gate.

Two handwritings that looked like blood were stamped on the door with a sizzling sound.

Although that word is as distinctive as ever, the strange and awkward charm contained in it, with a sense of alienation, at this moment, there is an indescribable sense of perfect fit.

Yu Ziqing stepped back a little and looked at the words he had written, feeling satisfied.

It's not his cup of tea, it's just not in the right place.

Even if it were the old sheep who forced him to death, he wouldn't be able to write such a suitable word.

As the two words were completed, a trace of blood centered on the writing, spreading along the cracked ice lines and filling all the cracks.

Then the slightest cracks began to slowly dissipate.

At this moment, in the depths of the turbulent mud sea, intense fluctuations emerged.

A part of the awakened consciousness felt that someone had taken away his path, and that what was taken away was his most important plan. He seemed to be crazy and couldn't care less about acting.

In the depths of the black mud sea, giant things were churning, and thoughts had already arrived with the induction.

Above the ghost gate, in the cracked gap, black mud-like power escapes, fighting against the blood, preventing the blood from filling the cracks, and allowing the ghost gate to completely solidify and take shape.

Yu Ziqing stood on the black earth, motionless, tilting his head in confusion, and glanced upward at the ghost gate.

There is no need to ask who is coming. At this time, there is no other person who can sense the changes here and can contact through induction and directly block it through the air.

but……

"By the way, aren't you in a deep sleep? Are you not acting anymore?"

After finishing his sentence, before the other party could reply, Yu Ziqing's face darkened and his figure slowly floated up.

"Who gave you the courage to come to my territory and run wild?"

Yu Ziqing stood in the sky, the Yang Shen came out of his body, and instantly transformed into a huge hungry ghost with eyes burning with blood and flames.

The hungry ghost held the stone tablet of the source of the earth in his left hand. The moment he landed on the ground, he saw an avenue filled with ominous and strange aura emerging under his feet, extending all the way into nothingness.

Yu Ziliang held up his hand, and the Da Dui Jade Seal appeared in his palm.

In an instant, the national fortune of Dadui was like a vicious dog that had eaten and drank enough, had a body full of sinews, and had nowhere to vent its energy, swarming in.

It's a great match for the country's fortune, waiting for Yu Ziqing to borrow it once, it's like celebrating the New Year.

Especially if there is a big move, it will be like celebrating the New Year, and it will also come with year-end bonuses for dozens of months.

Just waiting for the respected Emperor Dadui to strike hard.

This time, Yu Ziqing didn't lead the way, and the source of the earth didn't even have time to use it.

Da Dui's national fortune pounced on him like a mad dog, not to mention that this place was the Taoist court built after Yu Ziqing built the Taoist court.

That is definitely the absolute home field of Kanbi Domain.

Yu Ziqing held the ink pen in his hand, and the fate of the country was roaring towards him. The power of the divine dynasty was like the cracking of the sky, unstoppable.

Yu Ziqing's aura rose rapidly, with a majestic and majestic aura. He held the ink pen in his hand, as if he had grasped the truth.

The ink brush is filled with gold threads, and an ancient word "Dui" appears on the ink brush.

With a swipe of his pen, Yu Ziqing saw golden-red writing flying out and hitting two pillars stained by black mud.

"If God does evil, you can't violate it; if you do evil yourself, you can't ignore it."

The words were like a hammer, blasting into the mud, like a soldering iron, sizzling and imprinted on the pillar, slowly going three-thirds deep into the pillar.

The blood spreads from the writing, constantly pushing back the mud and filling the cracked gaps.

The roar came from the gap, as if coming from the distant sky.

However, no matter how incompetent and furious it was, it was of no use.

The little black guys took the initiative to surrender and cooperate. The food was put to their mouths, but Yu Ziqing just opened his mouth and ate it. Moreover, this was still the absolute home field.

Just for a god who has not yet recovered his true form and whose personality is incomplete to want to act arrogant here is simply overthinking.

This way has been decided, and no one can change it.

…

In the void, the cliff god king's charm was unstable. When he sensed that the Taoist seizure was taking place, he was shocked and angry.

A huge giant phantom appeared in the void.

And over the deep sea, suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, the black clouds were like evil dragons, the thunder roared, and the terrifying atmosphere seemed to be reviving.

In an unknown corner, King Qiyin huddled in his own territory, hesitating, thinking about whether to give a response.

In the darkness under the mountains and abyss, the tiger standing upside down and walking on this "big lid" stopped.

His face darkened and he cursed angrily.

"A dog can't understand eating shit, so what does it want to do?"

As he cursed, in the darkness, the giant tiger with its foot stepping on the greedy devil also roared.

Even the roar of the tiger could not completely cover the screams of the Great Demon King of Greed.

The tiger felt it quietly for a moment, then the anger on his face dissipated, and he laughed wildly with a weird expression.

"Hahaha……"

"I said I was in a hurry, but it turned out that I had been taken away from the throne, and it was a complete defeat."

The tiger stepped forward, preparing to leave here and go to the scene.

But then, he stopped.

He felt something different.

The palace city was shaken. Emperor Zhen walked out of the underground palace with lightning flashing in his eyes.

He flew high into the sky, and electric light surged around him. At the tip of the electric light, a ray of annihilation air floated. He held the big jade seal in his hand and stood in the air with a solemn expression.

Over the Dali Palace City, a fire cloud appeared, and the large flames that stretched into the sky gathered into a big bird, looking to the east.

Even in the void, where no one could sense the fall of the ancient gods, Lao Qianhuang, who was in seclusion, also opened his eyes.

His eyes looked into the void, and he felt that the Da Qian Chao method he had cultivated was about to move.

His Daqian Dynasty method was conveying some information to him, some information that had been lost in the years.

This is, there are human beings who are seizing the way, the way of the gods.

Lao Qianhuang looked into the void with a trace of ridicule on his face.

He didn't know who was seizing the path, but it didn't matter.

No matter who it is at this moment, he is willing to help.

He kneaded the seal with his hands and sat down, his charm gathered together and turned into a lotus, slowly blooming.

In the twisted sky of the deep sea, a ray of divine light suddenly appeared, piercing the lead clouds.

An ancient word "Qian" suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the lead clouds were pierced one after another, and ancient characters emerged one after another.

Zhen, Li, Dui.

Gen, represented by the tiger, did not appear for a long time. However, after just a few breaths, he saw that the lead cloud was like a rag, being forcibly torn open a huge hole that stretched for thousands of miles.

The tiger's claws poked out from the lead cloud and tore it apart forcefully.

A huge tiger head poked out from the lead cloud, and a pair of tiger eyes looked arrogant and domineering at the twisted and weird deep sea below.

"Do you want to bet whether I can overturn the table?"

Silence is Cambridge tonight...

The weirdos in the deep sea huddled in their lairs, not daring to move.

The huge whirlpool in the depths of the deep sea is still spinning quietly.

Everything was so quiet.

In the unknown void, the Seven Yin King, who was already hesitant, muttered to comfort himself.

"It's irreversible anyway, it can't be stopped, so why waste your efforts..."

He wrapped himself in his lair like a quilt, and then quietly moved further and further into the void.

The Cliff God King stood up again and stood there quietly, knowing that there was no way to stop him.

After a long time, another struggle occurred.

This time it was much simpler, smoother and faster than when I first seized the path.

While this stalemate was still going on, a dragon roar came from the west of the deep sea, piercing the clouds and the sun, directly penetrating all the way to the deep sea.

A huge black dragon silhouette stretching thousands of miles appeared in the sky above the Fudo Continent.

The true dragon's pressure spread throughout the world.

This means that the real dragon is truly born.

The thick lead cloud above the deep sea slowly dissipated.

Because, it was too fast, everything happened too fast, it was impossible to stop it, and the seizure of the road was almost over.

No one understood why, why it ended so quickly, it was simply unbelievable.

Back then, the guy who was so scheming had to dig a hole and wait to jump to seize the path from the Cliff God King. Even so, it took a lot of effort to successfully seize the path.

The only explanation they could think of was that the guy in the Abyss of Perdition was really useless.

It was as if someone had pushed him to the ground and forcibly chopped off an arm, and it was over as soon as the knife fell from his hand.

The people on both sides of the scene didn't expect this.

In the north of the Taoist court, Yu Ziqing stood in the sky, just watching quietly, watching the blood, following the cracks, piercing the mud like a broken bamboo.

The cracks on the ghost gate disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the last crack disappears, all the mud disappears, and the connection between this place and that person is completely severed.

The huge portal, seamlessly standing on the black earth, seems to have been here from the beginning.

Those little black guys were no longer so nervous now. They kowtowed with excitement and celebrated their victory crazily.

Yu Ziqing was here quietly comprehending, comprehending what he sensed from the other person at the moment when they made contact.

He doesn't have that much time to argue with the other party.

This time, I captured so many things that I couldn't sense before. This is a big gain.

As for the success of seizing the Dao, Yu Ziqing was not surprised.

The conditions in front have been laid out, food is put to the mouth, and it is the absolute home field.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Yu Ziqing looked at the natural gap on the long bridge.

This is the most important thing.

The most fatal flaw was there from the beginning. Even if he didn't succeed in seizing the Dao, Yu Ziqing could still take advantage of this flaw.

Because he and the hungry ghost he represents are this fatal flaw.

Even if Changqiao and the little Heizi were swallowed up by that person in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, for Yu Ziqing, there will always be something in that guy and his status that only Yu Ziqing can use, and he is completely unable to guard against it. Live in a flaw.

In Yu Ziqing's eyes, he had already broken through his defenses, and this was the key to unstoppable success.

Yu Ziqing looked at those big-headed little black men who were cheering for joy. Looking at them now, they seemed to be more pleasing to the eye. They were ugly but cute.

Yu Ziqing smiled and said.

"Stay in peace. Since I am keeping you, I will definitely do it thoroughly. Now you don't have to worry about being swallowed up and turned into nutrients to complete your personality."

Yu Ziqing didn't disturb the little blackies' celebration, he turned and left.

As for the harvest, I will slowly realize it later.

He walked out of the Holy Bone Bridge, looked beyond the horizon, and cupped his hands in several directions.

No matter what, they all helped.

…

The sea of ​​mud in the troubled world seemed to be boiling, and those bastards were hiding at the beach, huddled together to keep warm.

In the deepest part of the turbulent mud sea, that person's consciousness is still waking up bit by bit.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Moreover, there is no way to continue on the path that was once set.

That part of the Tao was taken away before it was completely transformed into a new person.

He snatched it frantically and showed no mercy.

He calmed down quickly and had to think about his future path.