Chapter 84 083 Emperor Xin, Daji 46K please subscribe
Those human animals were 'arranged' like dishes, and the houses behind them were just like the avenue where Wang Wu and the others were, emitting a faint fluorescent light.
Even though the sky is still dark, the visibility in this dark mountain is far better than that of the Forest of Bones outside, or in other words, it is even brighter than when you walk on the plain outside the Forest of Bones at night.
Wang Wu even turned off the night vision mode of the camera, which still allowed him to see clearly.
The night here is quiet and peaceful, if it weren't for the corpses of the Yin people placed in dishes, and if there weren't the strange singing sounds in the white holy city in the distance. Wang Wu might even like it a little bit.
Dead Soul Mountain is very beautiful, the scenery is extremely magnificent, and you can feel its charm even at night like this. It is indeed one of the holy places for the Yin people in the Yin and Shang era.
"These people have become sacrifices..."
Wang Wu operated the spherical fortress and continued to move forward on the road. On the way, he saw those dish-like Yin merchants' sacrifices and sighed.
"It's a bit scary..." In the cab, the mouse girl shrank her neck in fear. She is just a monster who has been incarnated for less than ten years, and she has not seen many things. But not only her, but the expressions on the faces of Er Niang and San Niang were also not pretty.
On the contrary, Wang Wushi looked the calmest among the four monsters at the moment, but he was also feeling uncomfortable inside.
But the top priority now is to find Yuan. Although Yuan said that he would hide in the tomb and not come out, Wang Wu felt that such a large-scale evil disaster would definitely not have no impact on Zi Yuan.
If it were before, Wang Wu would have been unable to do anything, but now that he had a fortress that could protect him, he would definitely come to the Dead Soul Mountain to check on Zi Yuan's condition.
The sooner the better.
But now, after driving the spherical fortress around the mountains for more than an hour, Wang Wu suddenly found that he was facing an extremely serious problem, that is:
He didn't know where Ziyuan lived.
He only knew that Ziyuan belonged to the royal family of the Shang Dynasty. He only knew that Ziyuan had a very large and luxurious mausoleum. He only knew that Zhao Xingyue and his group were going to the Dead Soul Mountain to steal Ziyuan's tomb.
He also knows...
Well, he actually knows quite a lot. But no matter what, he didn't know the exact location of Zi Yuan's goal.
His mind began to recall the things Zi Yuan once told him, as well as the death replays and some memory scenes shown to him, but there seemed to be no fragments in these scenes that could locate the location of Zi Yuan's mausoleum...
etc.
The picture being transmitted in Wang Wu's mind was frozen instantly, then played back and then fast forwarded, fast forwarded and then slowed down, and then slowed down and played back again.
Then he operated the camera and turned on the filter. Turning on the filter was certainly not cheating... Well, in short, an extremely clear picture appeared in front of him.
The camera flew very high until the mountains below were completely visible. After a while, Wang Wu found the place in Ziyuan's memory scene where she first saw her when she just woke up and floated out of the mausoleum.
These operations can all be performed with thoughts. In fact, the various joysticks and buttons in the cab are not needed. But it has a sense of ritual, and it can be switched to manual control when the mental control fails.
That place is quite far away from here, and the operation panel shows that it will take forty minutes to arrive.
"Found it."
Wang Wudao: "We found the location of Yuan'er's mausoleum, over there."
After marking the location of Ziyuan's mausoleum for the three banshees, Wang Wu pulled the joystick and the spherical fortress immediately accelerated and sped towards the location of Ziyuan's mausoleum.
"Goro, what do you think this is?"
The spherical fortress was moving at full speed at 80 kilometers per hour. About ten minutes later, Erniang Centipede suddenly sent a picture to Wang Wu.
Wang Wu was stunned when he saw the scene on the screen.
There were people there, and Wang Wu was sure they were people, because they were wearing Zhou Dynasty-style clothes, that kind of 'monk uniform'.
There are no symbols or marks on them, and they look very plain, but you can feel the extraordinary quality of their clothes at a glance.
There were three people in total, a middle-aged man with a long beard and gray hair, an old man with dark eyes, and the last young man with a frighteningly pale face.
"There is something wrong with the tomb of Yuan, the daughter of King Yin and Shang." The middle-aged man among them was looking at the destination of Wang Wu and his group of demons, which was Zi Yuan's tomb.
"The tomb has been sealed, and the formation has been activated." He said, then withdrew his gaze and looked at his companions.
"Could it be that the Luo family did it?" After listening to the middle-aged man's words, the pale-faced young man guessed: "If you are not of the royal family's surname, there is absolutely no possibility of activating the grand formation."
"The Luo family was able to open the tomb and drive away the spaceship before because they brought Di Xin's descendants with them. Before leaving, they closed the tomb and reopened the formation to prevent others from entering it again." He added.
"No, it's not just the descendants." The old man among the three also said at this time: "The descendants are not enough to open the tomb, let alone drive away the spaceship. That person from the Luo family either has the Jade Jue of Zhenguo. , or it is the blood of King Yin.”
"Impossible." The other two people retorted in unison.
"The inheritance of Shang Ting has been cut off long ago, and Emperor Xin and his children are also dead. How can we talk about the flesh and blood of King Yin?" The young man said: "Moreover, Chao Ge has also turned into a demon realm. Even if we want to establish a new king, how can we open it again? A coronation ceremony? ”
When the young man said this, the middle-aged man who had spoken to refute the old man with him had a thoughtful look on his face.
"Daji." After the young man finished speaking, he spoke a name.
The young man was stunned for a moment.
"Oh, is there really Daji?"
Wang Wu was listening to their conversation next to the three people. He was listening well at first, but when he heard the name 'Di Xin', he was stunned.
Although he didn't know much about ancient history, he had heard of the name Di Xin, King Zhou of Shang. Of course, he wasn't very sure at that time. He only remembered that he seemed to have heard of this name.
As a result, Daji came again, and he immediately understood why he felt familiar with the name Di Xin.
Damn, the relationship is really Shang Dynasty.
But why do you still use the county system this week? But think about it, people can fly in the sky. There is nothing wrong with the Zhou Dynasty’s centralization of power in this other world.
"But Daji is a fox demon, so how can she have offspring with Di Xin?" The young man asked with some confusion, but as soon as he said this, he was stunned, and then looked at the two of them:
"What do you two mean, Daji is not dead??"
"What, what do you mean?"
In the cab, Wang Wu was confused as he listened to these people's words.
What do you mean Daji is not dead? Isn’t Daji the wife of King Zhou? Where did she get the blood of King Yin?
Or is it that Daji and Di Xin in this world are actually related by blood, but there are no restrictions on close relatives here, so Daji becomes Di Xin's wife?
But this doesn't seem to be unusual. Wang Wu nodded when he thought of this. After all, in the history of my hometown, many rulers chose to breed with close relatives in order to maintain the purity of their rule.
Such as the famous Habsburg family.
Having said that, can people here live for more than a thousand years? After thinking about the complicated relationship between Daji and King Zhou of Shang in the different world for a while, Wang Wu thought of another question.
He has not asked Zhao Xingyue how long humans can generally live, but there should not be more than a thousand years, even for extraordinary people.
Monsters can live for a long time, eight hundred years is easy, a thousand years is casual, but the upper limit is usually about one thousand and fifty.
From now on, it's not impossible to live, but obviously it's no longer a 'demon'. Most youkai will become a little unconscious after they are over a thousand years old, or the occasional blur is basically just a moment of confusion and loss of concentration.
But as we get older, the periods of unconsciousness and ‘fuzzy’ will be longer, and the negative effects will be stronger.
After 1,500 years old, they will decay rapidly. There may be a few hours of waking time in the first day, but it will become shorter and shorter as time goes by.
During this period, the so-called 'half-devils' were completely lying in the coffin, but the lid had not yet been closed. When there are changes in the mind, there will also be drastic changes in the body.
By the age of 1,600, almost no monsters can still remain awake. They will be completely demonized and will never be reincarnated.
From this perspective, being a monster is actually quite miserable. But then I thought about it, there are still 1,500 years. When you really feel that you can no longer control yourself, you can also consider committing suicide in human society.
But there is a very interesting thing about the Forest of Bones, that is, when the monsters feel that their end is approaching, they will all run into the Forest of Bones.
This is what Erniang Centipede told him, saying that there is a saying that has been circulating among the monster community: a way to control demonic nature and reverse demonization can be found in Dead Soul Mountain.
This is not actually a rumor, but the correct answer. Because there is indeed a way to 'reverse demonization' in the Dead Soul Mountain, and that method is very simple, it is 'demon cultivation'.
However, the Shang Dynasty has died. And whether humans' methods of cultivating demons can be applied to monsters, judging from the fact that monsters are completely unable to practice human true Dao techniques, I'm afraid it won't work either.
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After the three people flying in the sky mentioned Daji, they seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding in an instant. They stopped talking and just looked at Zi Yuan's tomb in the distance.
They are obviously very interested in Zi Yuan's tomb, but because the tomb is now closed and the formation has been reactivated, there is nothing they can do about it now.
"Let's go."
The middle-aged man flew forward for a while, stopped there and stared at Ziyuan's tomb for a while. Then he turned around and faced the other two people.
But at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly discovered that the two of them were looking at him blankly.
"How..."
The middle-aged man was about to ask, but he reacted instantly. His figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared hundreds of meters away.
After appearing in the distance, he immediately looked at his original location, but there was nothing there, it was pitch black.
Wang Wu is different. As a bystander other than the three people, what he sees is very clear:
When the middle-aged man flew forward for a certain distance, the moment he turned around and looked at his companions, a huge human figure appeared behind him.
It was more than thirty meters tall and appeared just like that, floating quietly in the air. It has disheveled hair and an extremely deformed and distorted human face.
That face reminded Wang Wu of a tightly tightened towel.
A pair of blood-red eyes stared at the middle-aged man below, his mouth opened wide, revealing two hundred white teeth.
But the middle-aged man reacted very quickly. When he took a bite, the other party had already disappeared.
The middle-aged man who appeared in the new place had countless beads of sweat on his face, dripping down like a waterfall.
"Fuck, how, how is it possible..."
He murmured, and then looked at his two companions, but at this moment he found that the two people had disappeared without a trace.
"Fuck, how is it possible!! How is it possible!!!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets. He opened his mouth and said loudly:
"How is it possible, how is it possible to see, how is it possible to see me!???"
As he spoke, the man's figure disappeared again, and in the blink of an eye he was now nearly a kilometer away.
Wang Wu hurriedly operated the camera to fly over, but then he disappeared again, this time appearing directly on Wang Wu's camera.
Looking at the huge human face on the screen, Wang Wu suddenly discovered that his face had become extremely withered, like a man who had been hungry for an unknown number of days and was hovering on the verge of death.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's nystagmus seemed to have been overwhelmed by some huge pressure.
He was floating in the air, twisting his head constantly, looking this way and then the other way. The expression on his face became more and more crazy, and beads of sweat kept appearing on his body.
"Where the fuck are you, where are you!!!"
Running wildly around, the middle-aged man roared, making a sound like summer thunder.
Then he waved his sleeves, and several rays of cold light flew out from his sleeves, turning into a steel storm, wrapping his whole body in it.
"Haha, hahahaha!!!"
In this steel storm, the middle-aged man let out a maniacal laugh: "Come on!! You beast, you devil!!! Come and kill me!! Come on!!!!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The man screamed louder and louder. He no longer used the teleportation-like technique, and suddenly rushed forward, reaching a speed of three thousand kilometers per hour in just a few seconds.
Even now Wang Wu's maximum speed when under the demon's body is only 1,400 kilometers per hour, but this middle-aged man's speed is more than twice his own.
This is obviously not the speed that ordinary monks in the true realm can achieve. This is definitely a level above the true realm, or even a higher realm.
"Haha, kill!! Kill!! Kill all you Yin people!!! Hahahaha! Kill all you demons!!! Hahaha, hahahaha!!!!"
The storm surrounding the middle-aged man enveloped him, turning into a stream of light in the air and rushing towards the ground. Waves of roars and fog burst into the air, which were the debris generated when the sound barrier was shattered.
The man laughed wildly, leaving a series of extremely crazy sounds in the air. He rushed towards the forest below, towards the houses where humans and animals were placed, and towards the jade avenue below.
He was just charging all the way, and anything in his path would be chopped into pieces by the high-speed rotating blade. The man plowed the ground in a circle until the entire ground became a mess, and then he returned to the sky.
At this time, he was no longer wrapped by the high-speed rotating blade. He closed his eyes tightly and hung high in the sky with an extremely strange but solemn demeanor. He held a handprint in his hand, which was full of... His divinity made him look like a noble god at this moment.
The cold light that had been swirling around the middle-aged man now revealed its true appearance. It was six swords shining with cold light, three long and three short, floating behind the man and turning into a Falun.
‘All methods are for seeking truth, all methods are for destroying illusions, all methods are for eliminating illusions’
‘Truth is all things, truth transforms all things, truth is the way of heaven’
The middle-aged man murmured and opened his eyes suddenly.
Even though his appearance was haggard and like a mummy, at this moment he looked like a god who had descended into the world.
Holy and noble.
He opened his mouth, about to spit out the next note. But at this moment, the twisted human form appeared again, with blood-red eyes staring at the man below, and its mouth wide open.
The majesty, solemnity and nobility on the man's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and were replaced by endless fear and despair.
The huge mouth opened wide and swallowed the middle-aged man. He only had time to let out a scream before he was swallowed up.
A moment later, bursts of cold light pierced the skin of the twisted face, and screams of despair came from the opened wounds of the opponent. But soon, there was only the sound of metal being broken and flesh and bones being chewed.
(End of chapter)