Lord of Deception

Yu Ziqing had heard the legend about ninth-level physical cultivation countless times outside.

Take Daqian for example. On the surface, there is only one known ninth-level body cultivator, and he neither serves the Daqian court nor is a member of Langya Academy. Strictly speaking, this uncle is not even a member of the sect.

This person is just a worshiper in a sect in name only, taking money and doing nothing.

He has nothing to worry about, and he is in the realm of immortality. It is true that no one dares to provoke him casually.

On the eastern coast of Daqian, an earth-shattering legend is still circulating today.

It was nearly a thousand years ago that the Black Dragon King of the East China Sea, for some reason, pissed off this old man. The old man fought with the Black Dragon King for three full years without sleep.

From hundreds of miles of coastline to nearly ten thousand miles deep into the East China Sea, this large area was their battlefield. At that time, the waves rolled in the near-mile sea all year round. The aftermath of the battle caused tsunamis of all sizes to reach the shore. There were twenty or thirty times.

The Black Dragon King, who was born as a dragon, physically strong and physically capable, and this old man, neither one of them could kill the other. However, this old man spent three years to kill one with his own body. The vitality and blood of the Dragon King were exhausted, and the demonic energy was exhausted.

Finally, the old man took the Black Dragon King's tail with one hand and dragged it from the sea to the shore. In full view of everyone, he peeled off the skin of the Black Dragon King and cramped his muscles. He crushed the soul of the Black Dragon into pieces and burned it into nothingness in front of everyone.

That's called cruelty.

Since then, in the tens of thousands of miles of sea area extending out to the sea with Papi Coast as the center, no monsters above the fourth level can be seen, and even ordinary fishermen dare to fish offshore.

Emperor Qian also gave him a special title. Although this uncle was not as good as Emperor Qian, the fishermen on the seaside built a shrine to worship this uncle. From top to bottom, Emperor Qian also pretended to be blind.

Later, in order to save some face, the Department of Rites of the Great Gan Dynasty quietly added a formality, specifically stating that the Sheng Temple on the Papi Coast was completely legal and not an unapproved temple for obscene worship.

This is the intimidating power of a high-level physical practitioner, what he looks like after he stacks up his armor and creates a qualitative change.

Don't look at those god-refining monks who think they are very high-ranking. They cross their ranks and kill people just for fun. But on the other hand, if you want to kill them, there are many ways to kill them.

Yu Ziqing's goal is that kind of physical training master.

If this goal cannot be achieved in a short period of time, then it is okay to have the same big boss to protect you.

When the time comes, if you get hammered, you can come back and sue your parents. You are your elders, so there is no shame in it.

Therefore, Yu Ziqing attaches great importance to the cultivation and mental health of the leader.

Now I really don’t go anywhere, I just squat in the village and supervise the village chief every day.

Erhan was almost moved to tears. Now the headmaster no longer exercises him every day. He happily practices the boring fine control all day long. When he exercises his muscles and bones, he also looks for the old sheep.

Other villagers in the village also slowed down their practice, and the restlessness in the entire village disappeared in an instant.

In addition to his daily practice, Lao Yang dug holes in the ground to grow mushrooms and tried to grow other elixirs. By the way, he began to use the materials brought back by Yu Ziqing to circle Jinlan Mountain and start setting up a large array.

This cannot be completed in a day or two. First, set up a large warning array, and then slowly add more and group them slowly.

Three months passed like this in a rare moment of peace.

The civil war of the Great Earthquake is still going on and is getting more intense.

Those areas that Da Li swallowed were so comfortable to eat without paying any price.

Now that those territories are almost digested, in the name of national security, they still kill Baiyang Evil Priest.

The funniest thing was that during the great earthquake, an envoy was sent to Dali to argue about the matter, but when they finally arrived in Dali, there were actually two envoys.

One of the two envoys represented Emperor Zhen, and the other represented King Xiang. When the two envoys arrived in Dali, they started to quarrel before even saying a few words about the territory. They quarreled and then started fighting.

This joke became so popular that even in Gu Tianxin's letter to Cianqian, he specifically told it as a joke to Cianqian.

Da Qian has not been peaceful recently. It is very quiet externally, but the internal fighting is also in full swing. Emperor Qian has been in seclusion recently, and the princes below are eager to take the opportunity to kill all the other princes who are fighting with him.

Fu Bo also received news more than two months ago.

Uncle Fu said that he asked Yu Ziqing to forgive him. The East Palace was offering rewards based on merit, and he shamelessly accepted the credit for killing the Holy Mother of the White Sun, because he needed the things that the East Palace rewarded.

Of course, when Yu Ziqing saw this news, he automatically translated it into: Someone is looking for how the Holy Mother of the White Sun died. I will take the blame and deal with it from beginning to end, but you still have to be careful.

In the past few months, Yu Ziqing's external contacts were all with Uncle Fu. Most of the news came from Uncle Fu, so he didn't know anything about what was happening outside.

After finishing the day's practice step by step, Yu Ziqing took out the triangular ring for the first time.

He could endure it very well. He could throw the trophies he got into the abyss of despair for several months. Finally, when he knew what they were, there were no safety issues, and he could still endure it for a few months.

He does want to reveal some information about himself, but he can't be seen as being a bit eager. It's better for people to think that he is secretive and very cautious.

Even if I get the information in the end, I will think that I am smart enough to find out the information by grabbing a few small clues and tails.

More than half a year ago, Yu Ziqing thought a lot when he was intercepted by the former owner of this ring. Now that he saw this ring, he had even more thoughts.

Now, it's time to go in and have a look and meet other ring owners.

The moment he activated the triangular ring, he saw the compact seven-story tower growing in size before his eyes, like a real tower.

As soon as he thought about it, a trace of power flew out of his manifested soul and fell into the vortex on the first floor of the tower.

The trace of his soul power manifested in the first layer, turning into a skinny hungry ghost. Then, following Yu Ziqing's thoughts, his figure slowly turned into that of a normal person. The outline just looks like a black shadow, with no facial features visible.

Inside the tower, the space seems quite large, the windows on all sides are sealed, and the walls and pillars are almost entirely covered with ancient runes.

Only after entering the door, the wall facing him was blank. When Yu Ziqing walked in, large runes immediately emerged from the edge of the blank wall, and then densely packed, filling 99% of the area.

There was a single rune in the middle. The moment he saw it, Yu Ziqing understood what this thing was for.

The ring in his hand corresponds to the first floor of this tower, numbered seven, the seventh seat.

The first floor belongs to him and is also a place for others to leave messages publicly.

Now he can truly own the ring as long as he puts his mark on the first floor, and the first floor will also belong to him. Others can leave messages here for everyone or for him alone.

Yu Ziqing accepted this kind of thing very quickly.

It can probably be regarded as the user's nickname and avatar, and the imprint left on it can also be regarded as the real name in the background.

The nickname is naturally the fixed number seven, and now it’s time to leave a mark.

He stood in front of the wall, thought for a moment, and then directly manifested the appearance of a hungry ghost. His teeth showed a smile that could not be seen as a smile, and it was printed on the center of the wall.

Watching the runes on the wall disappear, and after the white wall was restored, large pieces of writing appeared again.

The left side of the wall is open to the public and anyone can see it, while the right side is reserved for No. 7 and can only be seen by No. 7, the owner of the first floor.

Yu Ziqing felt that the master back then was quite good at playing. He had developed forums and private message functions.

He should have quite a lot of achievements, but these achievements may not be remembered by many people now. The finished products produced by the younger generations are famous for killing.

What this master is most remembered for is his last failed attempt, which is quite sad to think about.

In the future, I will learn from this ring. If I can significantly reduce the cost, not to mention the research, it will be 99% castrated. As long as I can retain the core forum and private message functions, I can really make money while lying down.

No, the forum and private message functions have to be sold separately.

Yu Ziqing looked at the wall on the left first. There wasn't much content on it.

"I need a map of the Silver Lake Forbidden Land, Number Four."

"If you need a way to obtain the Hungry Ghost Rain, or a finished product, you can agree on a transaction method, No. 5."

"I need the rough guy's whereabouts in the past year, No. 6."

The content is written, and everyone's handwriting is different. The imprints behind it should appear automatically.

When he saw the last item, Yu Ziqing immediately laughed out loud.

This skinny boss is the immortal body cultivator in Daqian. This is the nickname circulated in private, but the boss himself doesn't care. If someone calls him this nickname in person, he will happily accept it.

As for the other party's real name, even if No. 6 knew it, he probably wouldn't dare to write it down here casually.

Continuing to the private messages on the right, there are many dense messages, all addressed to the original No. 7, nothing of value.

But when it came to the last one, it was for the newcomer No. 7.

"Welcome, new No. 7. If you need information, especially within the scope of the earthquake, you can leave me a message on the fifth floor. Information for information, No. 3."

Nothing useful could be seen, and the top content seemed to be partially covered by the ones behind it. Yu Ziqing reached out and touched the wall, and gently swiped downwards.

New runes appeared one after another, and the content on the right wall blurred for a moment. Just as Yu Ziqing thought, all the content disappeared, showing the content that had been covered on the previous page.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay attention to this change. His eyes were attracted by the above content.

"No. 7, you have been in the southern part of the earthquake recently. I have a small matter and I need your help. The time is urgent. Please help kill a fourth-level Qi Refining monk within two days. He is still injured. Now, go to the pavilion outside the west gate of Hanyan City. There is information there.

I have a piece of information that can be used as reward. The next meeting will be on the 2nd. "

Yu Ziqing looked at the message that should have been covered and suddenly laughed.

Isn't this a coincidence? This Hanyan City is the small city where they were intercepted and killed.