The long bridge, which was slightly larger than a palm, did not fly over the Holy Bone Bridge after being thrown by Yu Ziqing. Instead, it flew under the Holy White Bone Bridge into the Taoist courtyard, 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 extends all the way to the void in the north.

The place where the long bridge connects to the black earth is integrated, and the big-headed little black guys squatting on the railings jump down one after another.

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, and together they bowed their hands in the great 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 completely disappearing as nutrients.

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 ghosts they represent will also fall into a place of eternal destruction.

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

To put it harshly, it means that from now on, he will be completely reduced to an insect-like existence, and he will no longer even have the qualifications 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, and when he hears the desperate wailing, he will drown you in the turmoil of the world because he thinks your screams are too harsh.

In the sea of ​​mud.

But now, the long bridge has fallen 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 for you.”

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. No matter what the outcome is, they are willing to accept it.

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 we 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 one room and two pillars, something similar to the Spirit Star Gate.

After the stacking was successful, the Spirit Star 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 black boys stood together under the door, heads held high, waiting for 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 confused.

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 part that was taken away. 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 stepped out in one step, stepped onto the Holy Bone Bridge, entered the Taoist court, and reached 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 I felt there was something missing in the procedure.

I looked through my inventory and 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 carefully.

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 is why Lao Yang always feels that his handwriting has an indescribable 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 big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the door.

Two words that are simple, crude, and suitable for the matter.

Ghost gate.

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

Although that word is as distinctive as ever, it contains a strange and awkward charm with a sense of alienation. At this moment, it has 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 he were to force the old sheep to death, he wouldn't be able to write such a suitable word.

As the two words were completed, a trace of blood spread out from the center of the writing, along the cracked ice lines, filling all the cracks.

Then those little 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 soil, motionless, tilting his head in confusion, and glanced upward at the Ghost Gate.

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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, he saw a avenue filled with ominous and strange aura emerging under his feet, extending all the way into nothingness.

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

In an instant, the national fortune 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 blessing for the country, 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.
To be continued...