First, some irrelevant images poured into the mind of the Nanxu priest, and then those monsters covered with sharp blades appeared.

The Nanxu priest, who noticed something was wrong, wanted to stop and not see the sacrifice, but it was already a little late.

It’s not that you are trying to seek knowledge, but that knowledge is chasing you.

We all see only the appearance of things, and when we want to delve into the truth, we are like fish that have eaten bait. We cannot help ourselves to be changed and dominated by the truth.

This kind of thing can be called hearing the truth or forgetting oneself. Whether it is good or bad depends entirely on the individual.

After seeing the truth, the priest of Nanxu thought it was his great opportunity and great blessing.

Her wrinkled face twitched, but she lowered her head and made Yun Yi look unreal, thinking that she was just a normal reaction of not seeing the sacrifice.

After a while, the priest Nanxu lowered his head, and the black breath in his eyes flashed, making Yun Yi feel like he was staring at by some ferocious beast. As the priest raised his head, the feeling disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.

"I have performed the sacrifice before. The Lord of Disaster does not exist. You may be the tribe who was hit by the disaster. The mental blow was too great, and the illusion was created." The priest of Nanxu said seriously, with a particularly kind voice: "But Yunhe and Nanxu also have many years of friendship. You can live in Nanxu for the time being, and wait until you have a good spirit..."

"Wait, disaster..." Before Yun Yi finished speaking, the Nanxu priest interrupted his words and waved his hand to attract two warriors: "Take this warrior down and let him recover well, so that he will not have any accidents."

When Yun Yi was taken away, the priest of Nanxu trembled all over. The old body laughed excitedly: "Hehehe... God really blessed me Nanxu!"

"Lord of Disaster!!!" The priest's old face twisted to deform, making endless worship sounds.

Under the pressure of the demons, the deserted tribe was under great pressure to survive, and the Nanxu tribe was the same. There were fewer and fewer new deserted people, and the prey became stronger and stronger as it became demonized. No surprises were there, but in a short time, in order to survive, their Nanxu tribe would give up the name of Nanxu and defect to another tribe.

But this time the Nanxu priest saw hope.

"The sudden appearance of the demon clan may be caused by the arrival of a demon god. As long as I, Nanxu, seize the gift of the Lord of Disaster, I, can't I become another demon clan! No, but stronger than the demon clan!!!!" Nanxu's priest looked fanatical. She had seen the truth of the Lord of Disaster, and had been completely conquered by the chaotic will to destroy, believing that this was the most powerful force in the world.

The excited priest Nanxu dried up his right hand like chicken feet, and directly grabbed the crutch in his hand. A trace of black air floated out of it and poured into her body.

Yun Yi was taken down by two warriors and sent directly to a pretty good residence. He became restless and looked out the door. The two warriors were guarding the door, obviously called "repairing" and actually under house arrest.

"Where is the mistake?" Yun Yi couldn't figure it out. The Lord of Disaster could not have been an illusion. Those tragic situations still appeared in front of them. Why didn't the Nanxu Priest who had used the unsacrificial sacrifice believe his words?

"Wait..." Yun Yi's expression suddenly became extremely ugly. He remembered the person who crawled out of the pit. He turned into a monster much faster than those dead corpses. Before he turned into a monster, he kept talking about the Lord of Disaster.

In a trance, Yun Yi felt that he had made a huge mistake.

He rushed to the door and said frantically: "Your priest is in danger. That guy is really approaching and cannot let His name spread..."

Then Yun Yi was stopped by two warriors. Obviously, he, as an outsider, could he be as powerful as the priest's authority in his own tribe?

In the ancestral desolation, Negri seemed to sense something. His will rolled up a part of the sacrifice power and turned into a sacrifice spell, and released it to a certain part of the world. He was immediately intercepted by the world consciousness. He would not allow Negri to destroy the order of the world.

"I'm for the sake of the world, but obviously you won't understand it, maybe even if you understand it, it's hard to stop it." Nageri smiled. The chaotic world consciousness is the program consciousness that was born for the normal operation of the world mechanism.

In its program, it can mobilize the power of the entire world to promote the progress of the program, but outside of the program, it can only follow the program rigidly.

Just like when Nagri wanted to erase a priest through the sacrifice mantra, this is the benefit of the world, so the world consciousness easily intercepted Nagri's sacrifice mantra through the power of the world.

In fact, if Negri had not wanted to replace the world consciousness and stimulated the instinct of the world consciousness to maintain its self-existence, it would not have been so directed at Negri. After all, most of the time, Negri's behavior was promoting the progress of the world.

Negri injected a lot of information into the sea of ​​life, both curse and blessing, and both shackles and strength.

If it is just a simple message, then the awareness of Huangji will happily eat it, and then cultivate a protagonist to guide the people of Huangji world to adapt to these changes, digest this message, and enrich the world's Tao and principles. This is also the basic step for the general world to deal with the invasion of evil gods.

Most of the evil gods are good at fighting the autumn wind, passing information into the world, bewitching a group of believers, looking for opportunities to sweep away a group of resources. The world defense mechanism will limit any behavior that takes away resources from the world. Most of the evil gods will gain nothing, but the information they will convey will be eaten.

The difference between Negri and the invasion of ordinary evil gods is that he not only conveys a large amount of information into the sea of ​​life, but his will comes in with this information and infects the world consciousness.

Under the attack of Negri, although Huang Jishishi noticed that the priest had gained some strange knowledge and had some abnormal mental state, she still did not escape the control of the world. Once she had abnormal movements or had signs of breaking away from the control of the world, the world's defense mechanism would be activated, kill her, and everything about her would belong to the world.

The important thing now is to eliminate the will of Negri. Even if it is just a chaotic consciousness, it is afraid that its existence will be replaced, and as long as it exists, it is afraid that its own death will be achieved.

Because of Negri's infection, the wild priest consciousness, whose conscious computing power is gradually insufficient, focuses its attention on Negri. It is now becoming more and more personalized. When an individual is entangled in self-existence, its personality is also slowly forming.

A trace of abnormal force jumped, and Nagri continued to fight with the Huangji consciousness. The will and will fight. If the normal world consciousness carefully checked the consciousness of the Nanxu priest again, she would find that she was gradually breaking out of control.

For a world, evil gods without a path to achievement are actually not scary. Unless a large-scale group of evil gods attacks a world, or a loophole in the world itself, the evil gods will not get any benefits.

If you are afraid of Erwuzi.
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