Holding the evolution of the whole world in his hand, the set of stories that have been embodied can only be seen as a storybook, Qin Yang really feels that he has such a big advantage in vain.

Especially when the author of this storybook is still squatting next to him.

When he found that in a specific situation, he could supplement the settings, and Qin Yang's mouth was about to laugh crookedly.

It's just patched, and if you haven't eaten pork, who hasn't seen a pig run?

As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a good doctor, and there are many people who are plagued by patches.

The patch this time, to put it mildly, is not too perfect, but it can't be helped.

Judging from Qin Yang's estimation and the results of his own experiments, the first priority of completing the setting is to conform to the laws of evolution.

The most important law of the evolution of the realm of the dead is naturally stability.

That kind of rule can continue to operate for a long time, and small deviations can be there, but they can't accumulate and become the final big collapse.

And whether it is the bitter sea itself or the ferryman, it involves all the dead souls.

Balancing the relationship between ordinary necromancers and ferrymen, and making the rules relatively fair to all necromancers, is the pillar of long-term maintenance.

On this basis, quietly infiltrate a little private goods into it.

For example, if you let one person play six, the balance will collapse, but if you let one person rush into the opposite side, one uppercut and one second, you can still run back.

Isn't this nature different, anyway, if you say it, a few people can't kill one, then you're not a dish, anyway, it has nothing to do with balance.

What Qin Yang originally wanted to do was for him to fight one by one, but unfortunately the world didn't allow him to be so awesome.

Then you can only take a detour, and after testing back and forth, if you meet the basic rules, let him become more advantageous.

That is, from six to six, to six to five advantages, look, it's just such a small advantage.

Qin Yang took a small notebook, worked hard to write, and constantly summed up experience.

At the same time, keep thinking about what to do and how to grab the advantage next time you encounter the same situation.

Now it's not that he wants to be the king, but someone wants to take over everything, and everyone has to listen to them.

If it really doesn't matter, maybe in the end, he can't even decide whether to take off his pants when he farts.

It's scary to think about.

The summary record is almost over, Qin Yang wants to discuss it with his family and see if he can hear his thoughts from other angles.

It's a pity that the home is like an abandoned house, holding a book with content that has nothing to do with the name at all, Qin Yang followed a book with the name of a first-class cultivator, and he was fascinated by it, and he didn't react to the outside world at all.

Qin Yang shouted twice, and seeing that he didn't react, he held his hand and silently took the storybook out of the sea eye for a moment.

When it's done, stuff it back again.

When I went into the sea again, I saw that it was exactly the same as I guessed.

The shielding effect of his sea eyes is indeed constantly increasing as his strength increases.

Now, the connection between storybooks and the world of the dead can be shielded a little.

The new setting, which was still flickering before, is now completely settled and turned into the truth of the realm of the dead.

Confirming this, Qin Yang looked at the other settings that were still changing, and there was nothing to pay attention to for the time being.

It's all weird settings, the kind that doesn't affect the overall situation.

Opening his eyes, Qin Yang was lying on the lonely boat, a little bored again, he needed to wait now.

Because of the setting he completes, even if there is a bitter sea ferryman, no one can cross the bitter sea, and without his silent mark, the procedures for the bitter sea ferryman to take up his post will not be complete.

No, he can't say that, for if he says so, his authority is great.

The Silent Mark, which is not his Qin Yang's, is a person who has cultivated the Mourning Character Technique, and must be cultivated to be a person with Silent Divine Power.

It should be said that there are all the procedures that should be in place, but the safety insurance for the post is unqualified, and there is a risk in the post.

Then wait now.

Waiting to meet a bitter sea ferryman, who looks pleasing to the eye, is easy to talk, and is a good person.

......

Another year has passed.

Above the bitter sea, an ice field stretches for thousands of miles, and countless icicles, like a large ice forest, stand on the ice field.

The Bearer wanders among the countless icicles, transforming into thousands of people, avoiding his pursuers while trying to escape.

On the ice field, a strong man with a dragon head and a body of several feet tall walked in a big way, his golden snake pupils were shining with a circle of divine light, and there were words in his mouth.

The method of the backstabber, can't shake the other party's mind at all, the other party also happens to be the idealistic method of cultivation, the claws sweep, the icicles shatter and dissipate, but I don't see the ice field explode at all.

That was a direct shattering of the back man's thoughts.

There is also a person, dressed in a robe with gold patterns on a white background, with a face like a crown of jade, and a little flame mark on his eyebrows, as if he was burning.

He flexed his fingers like an orchid and flicked it lightly.

A little spark burst out and landed on the ice field, and instead of extinguishing it, it became more and more dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, the fire escaped and turned into a raging fire.

He ignited the ice field.

"Zhao Xuezheng, you can't hide this time, hand over the storybook of the family, and from now on, you and I will not interfere with the river water. ”

"Who the hell are you? Who said I have a family storybook?" Zhao Xuezheng, the man behind the pot in the icicle, was a little hot.

What did you say to your family at the beginning, it is a trouble for you to hold the storybook, why don't you give it to me, I will help you solve this trouble, this is purely fooling people's words, who believes who has a problem with their brains.

If you really get it, you don't hide it quickly, and you won't admit that you got it.

Otherwise, what's the matter, really solve the trouble for the family?

But who would have thought that not long after he got his hands on it, he looked at it over and over again, and he hadn't studied it yet, and only saw some things that had been decided.

The dragon head monster in front of him, and the guy with the flame mark on his eyebrows, went directly to him and wanted to grab the storybook.

Also, he didn't know each other, but they could call him by name.

He only remembered his own name!

The other party must have been staring at him for a long time!

And it's been a long time since he regained consciousness, and it won't be later than him anyway.

"Zhao Xuezheng, don't make unnecessary excuses, when you went to find a home, we were already staring at you, and we also knew that you got the storybook.

I'm the only one coming to you now because I've held the others back, and they'll all come to you when it's too late, when I can't confuse them.

Then will be when you will truly become nothing.

And we just need a storybook, get it and go. ”

"Hehe......" Zhao Xuezheng sneered, this right should be a fart.

He said exactly the same thing to others, but the moment he got it, he didn't want to turn his face directly and kill his mouth directly, which was the safest.

There is nothing [5200 www.bqg5200.xyz] blood oath in this world now, there are no restrictions, and those who believe in such words have problems with their brains when their consciousness is revived.

Seeing that Zhao Xuezheng was soft and hard, and the man in white didn't talk nonsense, as soon as his thoughts moved, the spark that ignited the ice field turned into a prairie fire and quickly spread.

Where the flames passed, the icicles were constantly burned and shattered, turning into powder, and Zhao Xuezheng in the icicles dissipated one after another.

The ice field continued to expand in scope, and the speed at which the flames burned the field became faster and faster, and it was obvious that it would not be long before the entire ice field could be burned down.

At that time, Zhao Xuezheng will have no chance at all.

The giant with the dragon's head and the human body, the snake pupils continued to expand and contract, and quickly locked in a direction.

The speed of the ice field spreading there was obviously faster, and Zhao Xuezheng wanted to escape, so it was faster to go there.

At this moment, outside the ice field, there was a crisp sound of bells.

A figure wearing a hat on his head, propped up a canopy boat, sailed from a distance.

The crisp sound of bells floated far and wide on the surface of the sea.

The two sides that were fighting couldn't help but stop moving.

"The ferryman of Yellow Springs?"

"You are wrong, this place is the bitter sea, and I am the ferryman of the bitter sea. "On the canopy boat, the ethereal voice, \b slowly came.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, no one can cross by himself, hand over the storybook of the family, and cross the sea. ”

The man in white's face sank, and after a little thought, his face suddenly became quite ugly.

"The Ancient Underworld is really calculating. ”

"Surrender, cross the sea, if you do not surrender, you will always fall into the sea of suffering." The ferryman's calm voice continued to drift.

It's clear that you have no fear, and you don't even worry about the other party's rudeness.

Zhao Xuezheng's face was also very ugly.

In the storybook, there is no mention of the bitter sea at all.

How could he have thought that after working so hard, he was almost beaten to death, and in the end, he was finally sat firmly on the Diaoyutai by the people of the ancient underworld.

However, without waiting for them to think about it, the ferryman continued.

"Whoever hands in the storybook, who crosses the sea. ”

As soon as these words came out, the three people who were still fighting for life and death just now wanted to work together to kill the ferryman first.

What does this dog thing mean?

Let them kill each other first, and then who gets the storybook and then goes to his tail wagging and flattering?

The dragon head demon was furious, turned around, took a step, \b dragon claws stretched out, turned into black light, and suddenly slapped towards the canopy boat.

The ferryman shook the oar gently, and the canopy boat moved slightly, and the distance between it and the dragon's claw instantly opened for dozens of miles.

"Even if you can kill me on the spot, it will be useless, and I am afraid that there will be no ferryman who will carry you across the sea in the future.

Now you only have one chance, and whoever uses the storybook as a fare for the ship will be able to cross the sea. ”

The dragon head demon was furious, and he was about to turn into his true body on the spot.

At this moment, the anomaly reappeared.

The chaotic aura of the sky appeared, and one by one, the dead spirits turned into streamers and flew in.

These are all dead souls who were trapped by the man in white before, and they are all people who want to rob Zhao Xuezheng's storybook.

However, before they could fly, they seemed to sense something, and they all avoided it in both directions.

In the rear, there was a thick dead air, like a canopy pulled by the sky.

The rich dead air continued to converge and turn into a long black bridge, extending all the way from the horizon.

A bearded man dressed in animal skins, leading a group of people, stood on the long bridge and was carried here by the long bridge.

The bearded man glanced at it and said nothing.

Behind him, a handsome young man came out of the crowd, shook off a white paper fan, and put three big characters on the book cloth, he put the paper fan on his chest with his backhand, and fanned the northwest wind.

"Let me see, who is this, I haven't had time to bully and bully people, among the people in this ancient underworld, there are people who dare to jump out first, suppress people with power, and show off their might. ”

The young man's slender eyes looked at the ferryman, the paper fan shook, a northwest wind blew, and the black cloth on the ferryman's face silently turned into powder.

Seeing the other party's true face, the young man was a little disappointed.

"Which ferryman in the ancient underworld I was at that time, it turned out to be a commodity I didn't even know. ”

The ferryman was shocked and angry, but he didn't know who the other party was.

He didn't want to come, but he just felt that the three words on the paper fan were a little familiar.

But with this kind of means, he can easily break his mask, and he must have been one of the big names in the ancient dungeon.

Before he could say anything more, he saw the young man wave his folding fan again.

"This kind of goods, keeping it is also black, so I will make the decision and clean up the portal for Emperor Xudu. ”

The ferryman shook the oars, and the awning boat hurried away, but the northwest wind came first, and a black wind rolled up, and in an instant it turned into a black dragon, swallowing the awning boat in one bite, rolling it into the sky, and strangling it into powder.

In an instant, the black wind dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

In an instant, the scene fell silent.

The leading medicine, the man in white, Zhao Xuezheng, and the dead spirits who chased after them were all almost stupid.

Everyone was in the air and didn't dare to take a breath.

No one expected that these newcomers, lifeless, like a canopy of heaven, could directly turn into a black bridge on the bitter sea.

didn't even blink his eyes, and directly seconded a ferryman.

Listening to the tone in these words, the handsome young man in front of him seemed to be from the ancient underworld.

The young man continued to fan his fan, smiled again, and waved his hand at Zhao Xuezheng in the icicle.

"Come, come here, I have something to ask you, and the others will disperse when they are fine, that is, I have a good temper, except for loving to bully people, there are not many shortcomings.

If the rest of my comrades who were not very good-tempered woke up, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to. ”

The dragon head demon and the man in white glanced at each other, silently waved their hands, and retreated without hesitation.

They didn't dare to refute this, they just regained their consciousness, and their strength didn't recover, and they couldn't afford to provoke these ominous things in front of them.

After a while, all the people dispersed.

Zhao Xuezheng moved over tremblingly, without hesitation, and directly handed over the storybook.

"This is the family storybook, you can take it, I can go, right?"

"What's the hurry, I have something to ask you, don't be nervous, my Daomen never kills people casually, just now it was also according to the rules, according to the rules of the ancient dungeon, it is already light. The young man looked kind, took the storybook, and then turned and handed it to the bearded man with both hands.

You ask. ”

The bearded man, who was groping for a storybook, suddenly laughed.

"Where did you get this storybook?"

"The ...... I got at home"

"Tell me how you got it. ”

"That's ......" Zhao Xuezheng honestly told how he tried his best to trick Qin Yang and successfully took the storybook and escaped.

"Hahaha......" The bearded man looked up to the sky and laughed, and after laughing, he waved his hand to Zhao Xuezheng: "You can go, you can tell others, the storybook is in the hands of my Daomen, whoever wants it, come to my Daomen." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Xuezheng dared to stay longer, and hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?" the young man leaned over and asked.

"Don't say. The bearded man fumbled through the storybook, flipped through the contents, and couldn't help but laugh a few more times.

"Our unmasked master is more powerful than he imagined. ”