Yu Ziqing stood at the edge of this black sea of ​​mud, feeling quietly.

He still didn't quite understand why just changing the name of the evil ghost could lead to such a big change. Most people probably didn't even care whether they were called evil ghosts or ruthless ghosts.

Any changes in things have underlying logic and reasons.

But this time, he didn't quite understand it.

It was like he spit out a piece of spit, and two months later, the spit inexplicably erupted with a terrifying force comparable to that of a meteor falling to the ground.

In this world, the thoughts of all sentient beings do have a great influence on certain things.

Even sometimes, when everyone firmly believes in it, it will directly affect the results.

That doesn't mean he can influence anything.

For example, there was no such thing as a hungry ghost before, and everyone had a blank concept of it, so it was naturally easier to leave a fixed impression.

But if you want to erase something that has been deeply ingrained for a long time, and then change it to a new one, and still be able to firmly believe in it, then it is not that difficult.

Just like everyone knows, you can't eat shit and drink water.

If you force the change to make the water poisonous, people will have to eat shit, and then it will be impossible to achieve.

Many concepts are engraved in blood and instinct.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing was standing on the edge of the sea of ​​mud, not in a hurry to step into it.

He just felt and realized quietly.

A few months later, the black sea of ​​mud suddenly started churning violently.

It's like there is some huge thing rolling over in the sea of ​​mud. When you look far into the distance, you can see a huge bulge on the horizon.

With a bang, the bulge shattered, and black energy, Yin energy, and evil energy were mixed together, turning into a strange force, like a black beam of light, rising into the sky.

The black air that arose lasted for most of the day before slowly weakening and dissipating.

The sea of ​​mud returned to its original appearance, with only some small bubbles constantly emerging and then bursting.

Yu Zi stood here quietly and waited for a long time before he felt the sea breeze blowing from far away, which contained a lot of black air.

This time, Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, condensing a ball of black energy in his palm, which was completely confirmed.

The power emerging from its depth is exactly the same as the nine-tailed demon fox seen in the seal of Dadui.

These are no longer similar, they are essentially the same, with the same root and origin.

Yu Ziqing sighed softly, but it was a pity that he acted too quickly back then, and now he couldn't even find a living person to ask questions.

There must have been someone who deliberately guided Concubine Chen, who was blessed with aura, to become like this instead of falling over.

Even Concubine Chen may have been deliberately trained like that since she was a child, letting her talents go to waste.

Otherwise, with those talents that can be said to be given by God, if you concentrate on practicing, as long as you don't die halfway, you will definitely be a ceiling-level person.

As long as she has the hard work and belief of a normal monk, she is one of the very few people who can reach the peak of the ninth level with 100% certainty.

It's a pity that Concubine Chen had no intention of practicing at all.

If you think about it carefully, Da Dui is really miserable.

He has been targeted in various ways, and to this day, Yu Ziqing even wonders whether the internal problems in Dadai also arise due to external reasons.

Duihuang in the year of Ding Mao probably saw through the root cause and completely gave up on ordinary means.

I'm afraid he has long understood that it is no longer possible to save one thing at a time and change it bit by bit.

Then he resorted to the fierce method of cutting off flesh and replacing bones to make the final struggle.

Yu Ziqing cleaned the seals in the Book of Anshi too quickly, especially the seals in the Ding Mao era, most of which were cleared quickly.

Thinking about it now, the mentality of gamers who download dungeons must have missed a lot of key information.

There is nothing we can do about it. There are too many seals in Ding Mao's year.

And most of the seals are the kind that can be speed-passed, become more and more disgusting, and have all the villains.

Having seen so much, Yu Ziqing could only skip the cutscenes and go directly to the part of fighting monsters.

Many times, he didn't go there in person...

It's probably a state of "I don't know who I am, I don't know where this is, I just know that I want to kill people".

Now I suddenly discovered that there seems to be deeper information hidden in those small copies, which is a bit embarrassing.

But the problem is not big. Fortunately, there are still many seals that have not been resolved, and the people in Jinlan Mountain use them as training copies.

By some mistake, you may get more information.

Isn't it a coincidence? I just want to find something for the district chief to do, so the whole district chief is always thinking about fighting.

Yu Ziqing observed here for a long time, and he probably figured out clearly that the things in this black sea of ​​mud were about to wake up, but they hadn't woken up yet, and they were about to wake up, but they hadn't woken up yet.

It is roughly equivalent to entering the rapid eye movement period from the original deep sleep state.

He looked at King Ruan Ren, who had been following him, and asked in a low voice.

"Senior, do you think we should go in and take a look around?"

King Ruan Ren did not respond.

"Senior, do you think you can take me to escape if something happens?

I think my strength is still a bit lacking. I always feel very unsafe in this damn place.

Rushing in rashly is a bit suspicious of committing suicide."

Seeing that King Ruan Ren did not respond, Yu Ziqing squatted on the edge of the black mud sea, stretched out a hand, and gently touched the black mud.

Suddenly, the mud was like a living thing, clinging to Yu Ziqing's fingertips, a bit like poison.

At that moment, Yu Ziqing's Yin Shen opened his eyes and felt huge resentment and hostility.

Negative emotions such as hatred, hatred, destruction, bloodthirsty, etc. are constantly flooding into my heart.

The black mud wanted to corrode Yu Ziqing's physical body, but when he saw Yu Ziqing's Wushou magical power, it was instantly activated.

The inside and outside of the body are as transparent as jade, and a strange force travels throughout the body, forcibly blocking the black mud outside the skin.

Yu Ziqing's arm suddenly exerted force and retracted his hand. The black mud that was brought out kept falling off and fell back into the sea of ​​mud.

Fortunately, he didn't jump in hastily. He took a steady hand and observed it for several months.

King Ruan Ren didn't react at all. The power here didn't seem to be too friendly to an unconscious big rice dumpling like King Ruan Ren.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yu Ziqing always felt a little bit uncomfortable before leaving like this.

Thinking that the Flame Mountain was not that far away from here, Yu Ziqing had an idea.

He stretched out a hand again, reached into the sea of ​​mud, brought out some squirming mud, and immediately used the blood flame magical power.

The bloody flame burned the black mud. As it burned, some power slowly overflowed from the black mud and turned into the fuel of the blood flame.

After burning for a full hour, the black mud in his palm was finally ignited.

After burning for another hour, the black mud that looked like a living thing turned into a ball of ordinary black mud.

Yu Ziqing fumbled around for a while and felt that this thing was very useful for growing flowers. He went back to study it.

Putting the black mud away, he turned around and walked back.

Arriving at the edge of the Flame Mountain, Yu Ziqing wandered around the Flame Mountain for several days. After confirming the topography, he immediately began to dig the river channel with his bare hands.

There were roars on the ground, and a wide river was forcibly blasted out of the ground. The accumulated soil turned into dams on both sides.

He never sleeps, relying on pure physical strength to transform into an excavator and earth ramming machine.

After working for more than half a month, an artificial river was finally created.

He used the magical power of blood flames to induce the blood flames in the Flame Mountain and lead them into the river. Unfortunately, the blood flames were halfway led and became unsustainable. If they continued to be led out, they would be unable to continue.

After much thought, Yu Ziqing went to the sea of ​​mud again and dug through the last section.

The river here is ten feet lower than the edge of the mud sea. Finally, he punched out and smashed the last obstacle.

In an instant, the black mud in the sea of ​​mud was seen pouring into the river, moving backwards like a living creature.

Yu Ziqing was floating in the air, grinning as he watched the river of blood and flames in the Flame Mountain and the black mud in the Sea of ​​Mud meet together in the middle of the river.

A sizzling sound appeared, and large amounts of black smoke billowed up.

Seeing that the bloody flames seemed to be extinguished, Yu Ziqing continued to guide the flames in the Flame Mountain.

After waiting for a full day, the black mud in the river was finally ignited, and the power of the blood flame began to increase.

Black smoke continued to emerge from the burning black mud, but it was instantly ignited by the blood flames. The flames began to slowly spread along the river and toward the sea of ​​mud.

Yu Ziqing jumped into the blood flame, lit a black flame with a finger deep inside, and added it to it.

Things that are ignited with black fire, ignited by blood flames, and burned until their mood changes.

Sparks began to burn, and they could no longer be stopped.

Yu Ziqing squatted by the river and watched quietly.
To be continued...