Section 324

With this demonic seed, you can be found by the Lord of the Dao at any time. Unless you reach this level, you can actively block the connection between the two.

Anyone else would definitely not want this hot potato, but Yuan Buwei happily accepted it.

After all, his Tao is to tamper with other people's Tao. There is a road to your door, which is a great blessing!

I took away the devil's seed from Mrs. Evans, not to stop caring about the church's affairs, but to send Ibet over directly and let them figure it out.

If people who have tools don’t use them but use them themselves, will this mean that the people with tools will lose their jobs? I didn't want to do such an outrageous thing. He loves and respects tool people very much.

While studying the devil's seed, Yuan Buwei's thoughts drifted to the thirteen sin kings. The world calls them heroes, the temple regards them as sinners, and the royal palace uses them as a benchmark to train new kings... But Mrs. Evans, a blood descendant of the Red King, has revealed a new truth.

In fact, the origin of this body is also very unusual. Like Mrs. Evans, it is a descendant of the Sin King. However, the ancestor of the original body is the Wind King.

Compared with the powerful Red King, the Wind King is not outstanding among the Thirteen Sin Kings. Naturally, he did not leave any relics of the level of the Devil's Seed, nor did he have any special last words. It is just said that he was about to die. During the period before his death, he was very depressed and depressed.

Could it be that just like what the Red King said, the Wind King died in depression after he realized that he had been deceived?

Yuan Buwei quickly recalled King Chi's last words.

...who is that "him"? What does scam mean? Why do you say there is no hope for this world? Is it because of the existence of the world-devouring snake? ? ?

"It would be easy if I could find where this world is. Just stand in the void and take a look, and I will understand what this world is like."

Yuan Buwei shook his head with some regret.

Compared with before, his posture when entering the world was a little different this time. It is no longer necessary to enter through the membrane of the world after coming outside the small world. Instead, they came with the help of the cultists' belief in the Bloody Moon and their spiritual thoughts.

His true self is still in the void, in the sea of ​​void wrapped in mist, searching for the whereabouts of this world.

Because of his spiritual sense, Yuan Buwei could only sense a general direction, and the void was so vast that he didn't know how long it would take to find it along the direction.

"However, when they prayed just now, the power of faith they gathered seemed to have strengthened my senses..." It was as if there was a small light flashing in the vast sea of ​​fog. Even though it was very far away, it was not very clear. Bright.

Thinking about it like this, a reliable guess popped up in my head: "Isn't that what those evil cults are doing? I don't even know if there is such an evil god, but he is doing sacrifices all day long. Maybe there happens to be a void existence with the same path, attracted by their chanting, and then gradually approaching this world... And the Lord of Plague is the senior who successfully landed? "

"Do I have to go to the prayer ceremony a few more times? But I always feel that the effect of sacrifice is much stronger than prayer."

Speaking of this, Yuan Buwei became energetic.

...Didn't he happen to have a batch of sacrifices that he had ordered in advance?

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Seven days later, at seven o'clock in the evening, night fell.

Violet City is very prosperous at night. The tall clock tower stands in the night, with a huge bright moon behind it, and the vertical and horizontal streets are shrouded in the light of the bright moon.

In the crescent-shaped alleyway where Silver Moon Harbor is located, densely packed shops have already opened their doors. Customers are coming and going, and business is booming.

A figure shrouded in a hooded robe and with a crow mask on his face quietly walked through the crowd. Since there were people hiding their heads and faces everywhere, his appearance did not attract anyone's attention. Make a fuss.

It wasn't until he walked half a street and came to the door of a certain shop that he was slightly shocked by the black card in his palm. He stopped and looked at that shop.

Compared with the busy shops on the left and right, this place is extremely deserted. There are no lights in the dark shop, giving people the feeling of an empty house.

And people who were walking nearby consciously ignored the existence of this store and never paid any attention to it.

Yuan Buwei sensed an invisible web woven from magic elements shrouding the outside of the store. He stretched out his hand and held out the black card. Suddenly, the card seemed to have penetrated into invisible water waves, and faint ripples of magic energy spread in mid-air. I didn't want to take one step forward.

After one step, everything changed.

In front of us are no longer those dark little shops without lights, but a wide and bright hall.

Exquisite paintings hang on the walls, and wall lamps made of magic crystals emit a soft halo.

Just looking at the layout inside, it seems to be an old castle.

The first floor in the center of the hall is the high platform for the auction. Centered on it, circular seats spread out in circles, and there are five floors in total from low to high. A rough calculation shows that this place can accommodate about five hundred people.

Yuan Buwei landed in a remote corner of the back row, which was considered a low-class seat. Obviously, the original owner of this card was not a great character. And around him, figures kept appearing, dressed differently, and basically did not reveal their true faces.

But through the accents and other characteristics of some people, their origins can be roughly judged.

Recalling the series of processes from taking out the black card just now to coming here, as well as the secret space fluctuations, Yuan Buwei roughly understood the situation.

Now he should not be in Yinyue Port, but came to a branch of the Jujin Chamber of Commerce through space transfer. It is estimated that including Violet City, several nearby cities are all included in this distribution range. Therefore, people from different places are gathered together through teleportation.

The previous supervisor said that this time the Chamber of Commerce market was opened in Yinyue Port, and it turned out to be this meaning. It is not that the Chamber of Commerce has moved here, but a temporary teleportation array has been installed here. After tonight, the temporary teleportation array is estimated to be destroyed. This method is not secret.

Feeling that there are at least a dozen faint magical fluctuations in this castle, as well as fluctuations of space confinement, which are enough to suppress anyone who makes trouble, Yuan Buwei's eyes flickered slightly.

With his strength, he doesn't think anyone can suppress him, but he has not fully understood the system of this world, at least for the time being, he doesn't know much about these magic arrays. What if he uses too much force and accidentally affects the teleportation array when he arrives, and then he can't go back?

"It seems that blindly using brute force is not desirable. After all, this world is about convincing people with reason."

With a sigh, Yuan Buwei stood up.

At this time, the auction had already started, and the first thing to be sent up was slaves, which were the least valuable to most people.

The auctioneer only brought out ten samples for everyone to see. They were all teenagers, with their wrists and ankles tied together with a long chain. They were like a bunch of lambs that were being slaughtered. In the eyes of the audience, which were either indifferent, hot, sighing or greedy, these poor lambs almost huddled together, their faces were pale with fear, and they could only bury their heads and tremble.

At this time, they seemed to be the focus of the audience.

But Yuan Buwei's sudden standing up made everyone's eyes turn to him, with surprise and confusion.

"Sir..." The member of the Chamber of Commerce who was responsible for maintaining order just came over, but was fixed in place by a casual look under the strange crow mask.

An inexplicable palpitation rose in his heart.

"999, do you remember Shang Chong's end?"

Yuan Buwei knocked on the small light ball leisurely.

[…Hanging on the gate between the two worlds for five years, his brain was damaged by the thoughts of all living beings, and all the negative parts of his body were washed away by the thoughts of all living beings. He changed from a ruthless and cold conspirator to a sunny, positive, positive father who dedicated everything to all living beings? ? ?]

Speaking of this, System 999 trembled.

To be honest, Shang Chong's end was even more terrible than death in its eyes. As an intelligent life, what is the difference between the replacement of personality consciousness and death? What is more terrible than death is that the replaced self may do something that the real self will regret forever. For example, kneeling down to one's enemies.

"If I remember correctly, I named this move the Transformation Technique." Yuan Buwei seemed not to see the fear of the little light ball, but said with great interest, "What do you think will happen if the filthy Taoist text and the Transformation Technique are combined? Such an interesting question, are you interested in knowing the result?"

There was a curious light in his dark pupils.

System 999 shuddered, blurting out almost reflexively: [No, I didn't.] Noticing Yuan Buwei's expression, it quickly changed its words, [Hahaha, I was wrong, I'm so interested!]

System 999's reaction is not important. In an instant, everyone in the hall was hit.

The first thing to spread was the fluctuation of the dirty Daowen.

Yuan Buwei has developed a variety of uses for the dirty Daowen. One is to distort and pollute the soul without hurting the body, so that the body is polluted and destroyed bit by bit; the second is for the body, after being polluted, the flesh and blood collapse and ascend to heaven on the spot; the last is a group fanatic buff, which turns a group of evil star pirates into fearless and fearless dead soldiers. ▃Thinking▃Tu▃Net▃

And now, Yuan Buwei has developed a new use.

That is to modify, distort, and rebound the will.

Yuan Buwei's method is very simple and crude.

Evil thoughts directed at others will be reflected back to them, and the same goes for good thoughts. To put it more simply, those who want to kill will kill themselves first, and those who want to save others will save themselves first. If you treat others as lambs, you may bleat first. Everyone's will was distorted at this moment.

For a moment, the hall was in chaos.

The auctioneer had already stood on the high platform with a fanatical look and started auctioning himself, while constantly inciting others to bid, and his emotions were very excited.

Almost all the people who were sitting quietly in their seats had left their seats, and the scene was in chaos. Some people were fighting, some were fighting, and some were tearing their clothes and dancing the striptease... It was simply unbearable to watch.

"This effect is a bit fun..."

After a while, the expressions of the people whose consciousness was distorted and returned to normal were also distorted.

They didn't care about embarrassment and anger. The first thing that rose in their hearts was fear. They just wanted to escape from here quickly.

But the next moment, boundless malice covered the eyes of these people, and they seemed to see an abyss.

The filth spread, and the evil thoughts in everyone's hearts were ignited-

The members of the Jujin Chamber of Commerce who didn't show up couldn't help but run out and fight with the crazy guys.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the transformation technique was launched.

The crazy crowd calmed down, and all kinds of positive energy emotions bubbled in their hearts. Their eyes gradually became confused, painful, and full of regret.

——What's wrong with me?

——Wuwuwu, how can I be so bad? !

Some people began to slap themselves, some banged their foreheads against the wall, and some knelt down to apologize to others.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the filthy Daowen spread again.

The evil thoughts that had not been completely eliminated revived, and this group of people began to kill each other crazily again.

Yuan Buwei found the highest stand and sat there leisurely, looking down at everything.

The art of salvation!

Filthy Taoist texts!

The art of salvation!

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