Lord of Deception

Yu Ziqing stayed in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times for three full years.

From queue number 5, all the way to queue number 23, every bastard was fished out and transformed into a memorial tablet.

Counting the wheel, stick figure, and flower god in front, and the twenty-three people behind who are codenamed "queuing up," there are twenty-six bastards in total.

If Yu Ziqing just wanted to make up for the twenty-four solar terms, the number would have already exceeded.

And according to Wheel Wheel and the others, there used to be nearly two hundred bastards here, and most of them have been annihilated. Even several have been annihilated in the past hundred years.

They were lucky enough to survive.

Yes, it's about luck, not strength.

Because when the mud sea in the troubled times stirred up waves and turned into a storm, there were several people who were far stronger than them at their peak, and they were all annihilated.

They shivered, tried their best to avoid it, and hugged each other to keep warm. Finally, luck finally broke out, and a good man named Yu Ziqing came to save them.

A pile of tablets are placed on the table, with various charms intertwined and entangled with each other, turning into wisps of dizzy divine light.

Most of the bastards who were fished out have already woken up, and only the last few who came out are still in the coma stage.

Yu Ziqing stood where he was, with a vague aura around him, as if there was something there or not. Although his realm had not climbed to the ninth level, his whole body had a sense of isolation and independence. There was a dark light in his eyes, as if there were countless things. Rotation there.

In three years, there were a total of nineteen opportunities to borrow power.

Part of it is used to deduce the first chapter of Dayan. Even if the deduction effect is not good, it is forced to deduce the first chapter of Dayan to the 42nd level, which is only one step away from the seventh great realm of the first chapter of Dayan.

And this one step away is the gap that cannot be crossed at this stage with the help of the sixty-point judgment.

The most important thing is because Yu Ziqing no longer dares to use these bastards to make judgments. He is afraid that if he does it again, he will have to hit a certain bastard directly with the first blow with all his strength.

Because as we get to the last few, we learn more and more and become more and more familiar with these bastards. As our overall awareness and understanding increase, our judgment scores will also increase.

When it came time to queue up for No. 23, if Yu Ziqing hadn't consumed most of the power he had gained by deducing it in advance, he would have been able to directly surpass the peak of the ninth level, and gain a body that surpassed the ninth level.

That first blow with full force, even if it didn't hit the vital point with a knife, was bombarded with a blunt blow, it almost directly shattered No. 23's stagnant consciousness and memory armor.

Yu Ziqing understood more and more that the true meaning of judgment, whether he could kill the gods, actually had little impact on whether his power was ninth level or tenth level. What had a greater impact was his cognition and understanding.

When he truly understands the existence of these bastards, it will not be so difficult to crush them.

When he understands the deepest roots of a certain bastard, it won't be difficult to erase them.

Reading their broken memory armor, it is now difficult to reach seventy points or higher.

If you want to get a higher score, you have to ask Yu Ziqing to understand it deeply.

And this is the easiest factor to increase the judgment score.

"Now that you have all been rescued, I will make arrangements for you in the future based on your characteristics or your own ideas, but I think there is no need to worry now."

A group of bastards who temporarily live in the memorial tablets and have no real form, all listening to the adults' arrangements one by one.

As long as you escape from the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, there is really no need to worry about the follow-up matters.

Yu Ziqing looked back at the muddy sea of ​​turbulent times again, and there was still huge malice escaping in it, endless.

But now, there are no more storms here, and it is as quiet as a super-large sewage pool waiting to be treated.

Yu Ziqing was not in a hurry to leave, he was just waiting here.

Because he fished out all the bastards, he didn't even suppress them in his body, but arranged them all in the tablets.

Even so, we still didn't see any special changes, and the Great Demon of Sinking didn't appear either.

Yu Ziqing estimated that it might be because the last few bastards hadn't woken up yet, so he would just wait.

It just so happens that I can hone myself here with the help of the huge maliciousness in the muddy sea of ​​troubled times, and the effect is quite good.

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, it should be like standing under a waterfall and enduring the impact to practice.

When you are under pressure, you will indeed feel that your progress will be faster. At least now, Yu Ziqing has the feeling of "going to an abalone shop and not smelling the smell for a long time."

When ordinary monks come here, the huge malicious erosion here may not be able to withstand it for an hour.

Yu Ziqing feels now that that's it.

After waiting for a few more months, No. 23, the last person in line to come out, also woke up. There were still no special changes. Before the Great Demon of Sinking emerged, Yu Ziqing collected the tablets and directly used the Bridge of Fairyland to open. Back to the city.

Yu Ziqing returned to Jiachen City.

The moment he stepped off an abandoned bridge, set foot on the territory of Dadui, and took out a bunch of tablets.

Then he saw wisps of black energy starting to appear on all the tablets.

The black energy was like resentment, but more complicated. The black energy continued to gather and slowly condensed into a black ball in mid-air.

The black ball continued to condense, from virtual to solid, and finally turned into a pure black giant egg. There was a steady stream of black energy from all directions in the sky and the earth, coming from unknown sources, all converging towards here.

In the small temple in the east of Jiachen City, a stream of light flew out, and the tablet of the Sun-Destroying Demon, covered with red cloth, suddenly appeared next to Yu Ziqing.

The tablet covered with red cloth circled the black dome several times and returned to Yu Ziqing's side, with a hint of shock in his tone.

"That guy in the mud pit?"

"Yes." Yu Ziqing nodded.

"How dare he show up so arrogantly?"

"Aren't the gods always so arrogant? There's nothing strange about that."

"Oh, that's true." The Sun-Destroying Demon was deeply satisfied. He was much more arrogant than the Sinking Demon before. In other words, he is still like this now, but his pursuits have changed.

Yu Ziqing stared at the black egg with deep eyes. To be honest, he was a little surprised.

He stretched out a hand, touched a tablet, and peered into its memory armor.

However, under Yu Ziqing's peek, the memory armor did not change at all, and there were still a lot of memories about the fallen demon.

For some of the missing items, Yu Ziqing had previously thought that these guys had been soaked in the mud of the troubled world. When they came out, no matter how violently he cleaned them, he could not completely clean them, and there would still be some traces left.

But now, it seems that this part has not been completely desalted, and the remaining salt has left by itself.

What is gathered together is the black egg.

Yu Ziqing was a little confused, could he have guessed wrong?

The most important thing is not at all the newly added memories about the fallen demon in these bastards' memory armors?

Yu Ziqing pondered for a moment, then picked up a pebble and flicked it toward the black egg.

The stone passed directly through the black egg without touching it at all.

Yu Ziqing stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch, but still couldn't touch it.

The black egg seemed tangible and substantial, but it was like a non-existent phantom that could not be touched at all.

At this time, the Sun Destroying Demon sighed.

"I didn't really think much of this guy before, but I didn't expect him to be so bold.

He had tampered with his own person, more than once.

It seems that both times, he succeeded.

His personality is still in the condensation stage, which means that he has not yet truly been born.

You don't have to exert any effort, in this case, it is out of reach. "

The Sun-Destroying Demon turned around. He felt that it was impossible to see the scene of the gods falling for the time being, so he felt that it was boring. He turned into a stream of light and flew back to the small temple, where he continued to lay out the corpses, waiting for the next chop. The first season has arrived.

Yu Ziqing circled around the black egg and tried again, but still couldn't touch it. Even when he put his hand in, he couldn't feel anything. It was no different from the outside world.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing felt a little movement in the Taoist court.

Yu Ziqing took out his Yi49 token and threw it out. With the blessing of the Great God Dynasty, the token was divided into four and flew in all directions, directly sealing the place in the name of the Riddler.

Sensing something strange here, the Riddler rushed over without saying a word. He immediately dispersed the people nearby according to the plan, and then temporarily sealed off the area for dozens of miles.

The Riddler took action, and Yu Ziqing stepped forward. The Holy Bone Bridge appeared under his feet, and he entered the Taoist court.

When I came to the north of Daoting, I saw a little Heizi with a fierce and resentful face, standing under the ghost gate, trying to change his expression to be kinder, waiting for Yu Ziqing.

After seeing Yu Ziqing, Xiao Heizi bowed first and then sent some information to Yu Ziqing.

There is power mobilizing the resentment between heaven and earth.

Li Gui Xiao Heizi felt it most clearly. This must be the Demon of Sinking doing these things.

The fallen demon is resurrecting.

He even had the power to forcefully summon them, but was suppressed by the Ghost Gate and the Taoist Court. As long as the little black men did not cross the Ghost Gate, everything would be safe.

Moreover, the little black men also felt that because of the Taoist suppression, their existence was no longer indispensable to the Sinking Demon.

It's better to have it, but it won't affect the recovery of the fallen demon.

The Sinking Demon has changed its original plan.

This is a good thing for the little black men, but it may not be a good thing for Yu Ziqing who wants to deal with the evil demon.

Because this would represent uncertainty.

"You just stay here and I will take care of it."

Yu Ziqing dropped a word and turned to leave.

With the blessing of multiple sources of information, Yu Ziqing looked at the black egg again, with a glint in his eyes, and he already had some ideas in his mind.

The fallen demon has not yet revived, and is still in a state of non-existence.

And here is the new person he tampered with is still gestating.

So, the best way is to strangle him in his infancy. Why wait until he is born and have another fist-to-flesh fight.

If it could really be solved so simply by fighting, Yu Ziqing would give up right now.

Unfortunately, it cannot be solved this way.

Yu Ziqing looked at Hei Dan, was silent for a moment, and took out a storage bag.

This pendant is the evil boy from before who only had one breath left.

The guy who uses ideals as the foundation to tamper with his will.

Yu Ziqing gently threw the storage bag out, and the rust on the rusty sword in his arms instantly shattered into powder.

Yu Ziqing raised his hand and saw that the rusty sword had fallen into his palm, and his momentum increased rapidly.

This time, he did not add preconditions or expend energy on deductions. Instead, he used all his energy to strengthen his strength and solve it with the original method.

His aura climbed rapidly, reaching the peak of the ninth level, and then after a short pause, he surpassed this limit.

The dagger in his hand also quickly completed the transformation, from a sheathed dagger to an open black razor.

Yu Ziqing looked at the razor. It was just what he remembered as a razor. The style was very typical and ordinary.

He held the razor in his hand, and the storage bag in front of him suddenly collapsed, and the evil boy's body emerged.

Yu Ziqing walked up to the young man and slashed him with his knife.

Suddenly, in front of Yu Ziqing's eyes, things that have been passed down from generation to generation of evil ways emerged, all the way back to the evil way that originated from the original ideal.

The light of the sword flashed all the way, and everything, the memory that had tampered with the mind, was like a big river, being cut up by the light of the sword as it traveled backwards.

Until he came to the original starting point, Yu Ziqing seemed to see the original evil way standing in front of him, which was the incarnation of the original ideal.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Even if this so-called ideal has some truth, it should not be imposed on others or tamper with one's will. It will never be realized according to your method."

The light of the sword swept past, and this long river, which had been passed down for too long and had harmed many people, collapsed.

After everything collapsed, Yu Ziqing held the razor in his hand.

The evil boy also woke up. The black hair on his head had fallen and dissipated, turning into a big bald head with a shiny head.

Without the huge memory suppression and tampering, the evil boy has returned to the original ordinary boy who just wanted to survive.

A smile appeared on his face, and his eyes became clear again. He wanted to thank Yu Ziqing, but as soon as he moved his head, dense cracks appeared on his body.

Among the cracks, a halo emerged, and his body seemed to have turned into an empty shell, slowly breaking into countless fragments, turning into powder and scattering in the wind.

Yu Ziqing held the razor in his hand and nodded.

"I'll lend you my sword and give you complete relief on the way. No need to thank me."

Yu Ziqing turned around and looked at the tablets.

"Come one by one. If you don't belong to you, you can try it now and I will help you get rid of it."

After saying that, Yu Ziqing sent a message by the way, asking Wang Zixuan and Chuan Chuan to come.

The fourth tablet in the queue flew in first, and Yu Ziqing's eyes flickered with light, directly peeking into the layers of memory armor, like cabbage.

He was like an experienced barber, holding the razor and using a careful and smooth cutting technique, he cut across the most deadly spots one by one.

Together with these bastards, he compared the memory armor of the past and shaved off the memories related to the fallen demon one by one.

The shaved memories, after losing their attachment, are like rootless duckweeds, slowly dissipating.

When Wang Zixuan arrived, Yu Ziqing was already number six in the queue.

In his eyes, Yu Ziqing's aura was extremely weird, as if he had left the present world, holding a weird knife in his hand, constantly cutting the memory armor of those bastards.

Wang Zixuan waited quietly and watched Yu Ziqing's movements.

As those bastards lined up to get the razor one by one, Yu Ziqing's figure became more and more erratic, as if he was about to drift away at any moment, completely leaving this world and entering another level.

After the rounds of the tablets were completed, the wheels, stick figures, etc. all came and were refined with a razor.

Wang Zixuan came up last. At this time, he could only see a human-shaped black shadow. The only thing that was clear was the dark razor.

He couldn't even feel Yu Ziqing's presence anymore, he could just see it.

The razor pierced directly into his head, but it did not hurt him at all. He just felt that some memories of the fallen demon disappeared.

After a few breaths, he could only remember that something disappeared, but he had no idea what it was.

When Yu Ziqing took back the razor, Wang Zixuan didn't remember anything. He only knew that Yu Ziqing helped him solve something that might be bad.

Wait until all the bastards from the muddy sea of ​​the troubled world have received a razor.

In the whole world, the only person who still remembers the memories related to the Great Demon of Sinking in the memory armor of all the bastards is Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing was like a black shadow, his breath could no longer be felt at all, and he seemed to be separated from the real world.

He reached this state step by step and came to the black egg.

He raised the razor and slashed it gently, and the black egg that was originally out of reach was cut open.

Yu Ziqing, who turned into a black shadow, stepped into it, and the opening immediately recovered.

This is what other people see.

Yu Ziqing used the memories he still remembered as an anchor and opened a gap with a razor.

No matter what the fallen devil wants to do or how he wants to be conceived, Yu Ziqing will have a hand in it.

Letting him be stillborn is naturally the most ideal result.

In the endless darkness, a glimmer of light lit up, and the black and white picture slowly emerged.

The whole world seemed to have lost its color.

Yu Ziqing walked in this colorless world, and soon he discovered a colorful place.

He saw a girl dressed in red with a red headband.

The next moment, the colors spread with the girl as the center, and the whole world seemed to become vivid in an instant.

Insects chirped, birds chirped, passers-by shouted, and people laughed, it was as if he was standing in a city.

Yu Ziqing stood on the street and looked around. The accent should be Dagan, more specifically, probably Qandong.

Everyone around seemed unable to see Yu Ziqing, who just followed the girl.

Looking at the innocent girl and her loving parents, everything seemed ordinary and normal.

Ha, okay, I will try to add 6,000 more every day to make up an even number.