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Chapter 120: The Past in the Dust (1)

Recalling the process of getting this trident fragment, Yang Hai felt a little embarrassed. {shuKeju} read a novel and go to ...... There are so many "messy" things that happened along the way, and finally with the help of Blake, it came to fruition.

So when bidding farewell to Blake and then carrying out the soul awakening ceremony, Yang Hai felt that the final reward of this Ren (*) must be great, as the saying goes, blood sacrifice blood sacrifice, blood has already flowed so much, if there is nothing good to sacrifice, it will be too much loss......

In order to ensure that his ritual was not disturbed, Yang Hai specially asked the prophet Hetu for a separate room.

"Tidridia, what are we going to do with this shard?" Yang Hai asked.

"Put him on the altar, and I'll tell you."

“ok。”

"First of all, this altar will not work, it must be rearranged." Tidria said, "Prepare for bloodletting, boy." ”

“…… I'm starting to feel a little troublesome. How to put it? ”

"You see the texture on this altar." Tidria said.

"You mean those messy scratches?" Yang Hai squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the two-meter-square altar.

"No, no, no, those scratches are just appearances, don't you see clear lines on those chaotic traces?"

“…… No. ”

"Then you will take this piece for nothing."

"Mao." Yang Hai said angrily: "Say it quickly, how to do it." ”

"Okay, carefully recall the earth spirit magic that I engraved in your mind, do you remember the imprint that awakened the soul?"

When Tidria taught him that he was an alchemist, he did instill some "messy" things in his mind, but Yang Hai usually ignored them and didn't recall and think about those things, because some knowledge was too difficult and advanced for him, and Tidria generally didn't have the patience to explain to him.

Tidria mentioned those broken veins of knowledge, Yang Hai recalled them carefully, and then found those knowledge.

“ok…… And then what? ”

"Drip your blood while meditating on the traces of those veins." Tidria said, "Ignoring the other inconsequential notches on the altar and finding the one you need in them is a must for a soothsayer." ”

"I'm not a geodiviner."

"Of course you're not, you'll never be able to become a geodivinator with your qualifications." Tidria said with disdain, "It's just that you're using the earth spirit magic of the earth diviners right now, so you have to follow their rules." ”

Bloodletting is bloodletting, and the altar is not big anyway.

But Yang Hai quickly understood that this was not the case, he almost emptied all the blood in his body, rested three times, and drank n blood vials until the upper limit of the "medicine" was completed.

Now, the altar that had been in the center of the room was looking gray, exuding a mysterious faint blue light, and the dark red "color" imprint flickered in the center of the altar, and the bone-piercing blood "color" seemed to break free from the "liquid" body, and stretched out its tentacles to smell the surrounding air.

"And then?" Yang Hai 'touched' the trident fragment.

"Then I'll cast a spell to take you back a thousand years ago." Tidria said.

"Can I come by myself?" Yang Hai suddenly asked very innocently, and then said, "I didn't say it......"

"Hmph, it's good that you have this self-knowledge. {shuKeju} read a novel and go to ...... Tidria snorted: "Hold the shard, stand on the altar, don't think about anything, take a deep breath, relax your whole body, calm your mind, don't resist my spells." ”

“ok。” Yang Hai did as Tidria said, he sat cross-legged on the altar, and soon entered a state of meditation.

In the depths of his soul sounded the sound of Tidria's mass rising and falling, Yang Hai couldn't understand a word, the voice was like a bell ringing in his ears at first, and then faded away, faded away, and gradually fell silent in the depths of the dream.

Yang Hai felt the heaviness of his body, so he fell asleep so naturally. But his soul was remarkably clear, as if he was going through a blindfolded journey. He felt that his soul had a shape, a sense of touch, a sense of presence, and he felt that his soul was passing through something, passing through something, but he couldn't see it at all.

It was chaotic and hazy, and a light lit up in front of his eyes.

He opened his eyes, and the world in front of him was no longer his world world. ,

He turned his head, and Tidria's familiar and long-lost face reappeared beside him.

"Is this a dream? It's incredible......" Yang Hai exclaimed as he looked at the surrounding scenery.

"It's not a dream, we're in the past, in the history before the jihad." Tidria smiled, "The vision you see is a replay of the past, we are neither soul nor entity here, we cannot be perceived by those people, and we cannot change what happened. Poseidon – What happened in the past cannot be changed. All we need is to recreate that history. I promise it's a history that has never been more real. That trident knows all the things that are in the Dao, and we can know the Dao. ”

"How can the Trident know what is going on?" Yang Hai asked a little speechlessly.

"Shhhh Keep it in awe! Tidria warned: "A man will become a fine man after a few decades, let alone something that is thousands of years old." ”

"This ...... Good. Yang Hai shrugged-

The place they were in was a crimson world. As far as the eye could see, there was fire, and the lava was tumbling, boiling, roaring and rumbling, echoing back and forth on the brightly brown stone walls.

A few pumice stones floated on top of the magma, and Yang Hai saw a spectacular scene.

Countless demons he had only seen in books and illustrated books were walking on the magma in an orderly manner, but these demons belonging to the chaotic camp seemed to have become the guardians of order at this moment, and none of the demons had overtaken the ranks, and the whole scene looked unusually strange and orderly.

The demons made no sound.

There was only the churning roar of lava in the entire world.

Following the procession of demons worshipping, Yang Hai saw the end. Or rather, he was guided to the end by the fragments of the trident.

It was a Flame Throne, and a dark, burly, bland bladed demon sat on top of the Flame Throne, surrounded by faint purple flames—he held his chin and closed his eyes in contemplation, an action that was too graceful for a demon.

"This is the Batow plane! This is the Demon King! Tidria said in shock.

"I know that those lobsters have something to do with demons." Yang Hai clapped his hands and said.

"Nonsense...... The lobster people disappeared during the holy war, and at that time, the profession of warlock had not yet appeared in the world, but there were warlocks among the lobster people. Tidria snorted and said, "What an obvious conclusion, who can't see it?" ”

“…… Old thing, you're still looking shocked! ”

"Ignorance! Kandal, the demon king of Bato's hell during the Holy War, is a legend! Can't I get excited? ”

“…… Whatever you want. ”

Demon King Kandar looked up.

"Is Oriken here?" Kandal asked.

"Oriken?" Yang Hai asked Tidria.

"Ah...... Oriken the Dreamweaver, the fallen unicorn king. Tidria replied simply.

The crowing of a horse is swift from far and near, to use a vulgar parlance: the first neighing sounds far away, and the third neighing is already close at hand.

Oriken appeared before the Flame Throne.

"Your Majesty, you summoned me?" Oriken hissed as he transformed from an ink-colored unicorn into a cloaked and hooded humanoid.

"Timmy! Did I hear it wrong? Yang Hai's eyes widened: "There is no word me in the demon language, he just -"

"The unicorns have their own language habits, and they will not succumb to the language of the devil." Tidria explains: "These unicorns are very powerful and proud. ”

"Oriken." A smile appeared on Kandal's cold face, "So, do you know what your Ren (*) is?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Oriken said indifferently: "Can I go?" ”

"There you go." Kandar chuckled, "This king is waiting for your good news. ”

After speaking, this world realm suddenly collapsed, and after the world swirled, another scene appeared in front of him.

It was a courtyard that looked like a class, and an old man with a lobster man was walking around the yard with his hands behind his back, talking about something.

The words that came out of his mouth gradually became clearer.

“…… So that's all about those demons. The old lobster man coughed twice: "Let me think about if there is anything else to add?" Yes! By the way, we have also forgotten about a demon, a terrible demon. Although they don't belong to the demon clan by nature, they are the unicorns of hell, a bunch of terrifying creatures that we usually call - the Dream Weavers! ”,

"For what? Mr? ”

"These Hell Unicorns, like their distant cousins, are masters of psychic magic. But the Hell Unicorn is even more famous and terrifying. Because they can weave the enemy's dreams, strangle the enemy in their own dreams, silently. ”

"Sir, is there any way to deal with these Hell Unicorns?"

"There's nothing particularly good about it. If you want to resist the invasion of dreams by the unicorns of hell, you first need very strong willpower, to be able to realize that you are dreaming, and secondly, you need to have a secret that only you know, and when the dream involves this secret, the dreamweaver's spell will become vulnerable, and then we can take the opportunity to get out. It is important to know that even the dreamweaver can only weave the dreams that he already has, and when the dreamer realizes that he is in the dream and finds evidence, the dream will quickly collapse. The key point is that you know the Tao and the Hell Unicorn doesn't know what the Tao does. ”

A group of lobster-man children listened with relish, and the gentleman continued.

His voice gradually became quieter, and Yang Hai's vision returned to the Hell Unicorn King Oriken.

"It's like watching a 3D blockbuster." Yang Hai sighed.

"See what?" Tidria was at a loss.

"Nothing." Yang Hai said.

In the epic narrative of the movie, Yang Hai learned a lot of things.

This happened on the eve of the Holy War, and after more than 100 years of planning, Kandar, the Lord of Hell, finally decided to carry out his plan to invade the main plane.

The plan is almost seamless, but Kandal believes that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will win every battle. Kandal knew the demon army well, but perhaps there were some things he didn't know about his enemies.

So Oriken accepted Kandal's order, crossed the bronze clock, and came to the main material plane, hiding his identity and collecting information for the demon army.

For a Hell unicorn who is proficient in psychic magic, as well as disguise and disguise, it is all too normal to hide his identity. Statistically, unicorns are all charismatic creatures, and although the main role of charisma is to act on the power and piercing power of spiritual spells, the amazing charm means that the transfiguration technique is superb.

Oriken is also a scheming person, he didn't go to those races where the masters are gathered, he decided to lurk in the lobster people, this small race has no one who can find him at all, even if he accidentally "exposed", it is not difficult to walk away.

And although the location is remote, for the news, the lobster people's settlement is still well-informed because of the fact that there are many merchant ships coming and going.

Urriken thought that this place, this race, was simply made for him to do his job, so he decided to lurk here.

Oriken disguised himself as a shipwrecked wild elf who was washed up on the beach by the sea at high tide......

It was a fine morning, and a half-snake child was picking up shells on the beach, leaving a series of footprints on the long sand.

The sky was not particularly blue, the sky was a little overcast, and the child picked up the shells very carefully, and then the "tide" brought Oriken in front of the child.

The child was startled at first, and then he found the "dying" night elf and quickly put down the shell in his hand to save people.

After confirming that Oriken was still alive, the child used all his strength to drag Oriken back to the village.

Oriken's body was too heavy for a child who was only a few years old, and Oriken himself discovered this, Yang Hai was watching this scene from the side, and Oriken chose to wake up in time.

"Water ......" Oriken's lips twitched slightly, chapped, pale, and his acting skills were impeccable.

The child hurriedly removed the water bladder from his belt and handed it over.

Urliken took a few sips of his life, seemed to have "regained some energy", and began to talk to the child.

"Who are you, little ghost?"

"I'm not called a ghost! My name is Oden? Sharp pliers. The child pouted dissatisfied.

"Auden......" Oriken coughed twice: "Auden, I'm a little tired...... Can you take me somewhere to take a break? ”

"Sir, do you want me to carry you home?"

The Crayfish Man looked up at Oriken, the ugly little eyes on his face that were so ugly from the aesthetics of a unicorn at Oriken.

“…… No, I'll go on my own. Oriken coughed again.

"Oh......" Auden bit his lip and helped Oriken towards the village.

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