"You know, in this world, there are several mysterious and weird powers, possessing the horror that makes those who have achieved the status of God fear?" The Ghost Desolate Lord sat on the skeleton seat, and the voice made the space in front of him. They all fluctuate slightly, "These weird powers have been insoluble since ancient times. Once they are entangled, ninety-nine percent of them will die. And the remaining very small number of people can only rely on chance."
Naturally, Di Jing knew about this. The world was very big and contained countless secrets. Even the god king at the top of the divine way could not say that he could thoroughly understand everything in this world.
"I understand that in this world, there are several weird powers that are as famous as the power of curse. Although their characteristics are different, the final result is the same." Di Jing said, looking at the shadows in the light with some suspicion. , "Isn't the Ghost Desolate Lord not entangled by the power of curse, but some other weird power?"
"Afrey's blood mark, have you ever heard of it?" The Ghost Desolate Lord said suddenly.
"Afei's blood mark?!" Di Jing was startled, and his face was horrified, "Could it be possible that the ghostly desolate saint master has such a tricky mark as the blood of Afei?"
After Di Jing returned to the Purple Mansion of Shenting from the ancient place of the Brahma Curse, he flipped through some strange books in the sect. The blood mark of Afei was as powerful as the curse, and it was a strange force with no solution between the heavens and the earth.
The power of incantation erodes into the monk's body, and over time, it will gradually swallow and occupy the spiritual consciousness, making the monk gradually turn into a curse spirit, like a walking dead.
And the blood mark of Afei is a curse mark! This curse seal has no specific shape or fixed place, like blood, flowing in the flesh and blood meridians throughout the body, unable to find or expel it.
According to legend, the blood mark of Afei was the sickle in the hands of the god of death, and the blood spilled down unknowingly entered the monk's body and became one with the monk.
In ancient legends, the god of death was the god that existed at the same time as the creation god when the heaven and the earth first opened. One leads the life, the other leads the death, one brings creation, and the other brings destruction.
All things in the world, birds and beasts, bird scales, insects and fish are all made by the creation gods. This world is owned by the Great God of Creation, and the God of Death does not have such creativity. He can only look at it coldly and cut the creatures created by the Great God of Creation.
In the end, the two great gods fought, causing the world to be destroyed and reborn, and then destroyed again after rebirth, continuously reincarnation. In the end, the two great gods were seriously injured and entered another dimension.
And when they closed that space, the creator god re-created a world and multiplied all creatures. The Death God was so heavily injured that he could no longer destroy it, so he spilled a stream of blood from the sickle and fell to the ground, hiding in all things in the world.
This blood represents the will of death, the will of destruction. As long as it is contaminated with a drop, the blood of Afei will appear in the body, eroding everywhere in the body, and completely bonding the soul and the flesh, and there is no way to escape.
And as time goes by, the person with the blood of Afro in his body is full of bloody killing and destruction, becoming a tool to slaughter the world. This kind of person is thoughtful and conscious, and is the servant of the god of death, acting on behalf of the god of death!
"You...really got the blood of Afei?"
Di Jing looked at the figure in the shadow, feeling a little frightened.
Under the blood mark of Afei, there was a merciless killing. Perhaps the person who was hit by the blood mark didn't want this in his heart, but he couldn't help the craziness in his bones. Without blood, it is impossible to satisfy the greed of Afei's blood mark, and sacrifice without life cannot comfort a mad soul!
Looking at the gloomy hall and the seats made of bones, Di Jing finally felt a chill in his back at this moment.
Yun Yi hid in Di Jing's arms, even if Di Jing's aether-deficiency inverse inflammation supported a protection outside his body, he couldn't stop the fear in his heart at this moment.
"Three hundred years ago, the vast depths of the profound yin underground contained real water. The treasure of the heaven and the earth has a powerful effect on my Nether Castle line! The Nether Castle has been laid out several generations ago. The great formation, absorbing the yin of the heavens and the earth, gathers here, hoping to smelt the real water of Taiyin, this is finally realized in my generation."
"But when I was overjoyed, when I drank the Taiyin True Water to practice, I found a blood mark scattered in my body, walking in the flesh and blood meridians. No matter what method I used, I couldn't disperse it. Later I discovered that I The primordial spirit has been dead in the flesh and cannot escape at all. Only then did I know that I was hit by the blood of Afei!"
"The blood shed by the god of death is hidden deep in this continent. Anyone who gets it will become his servant. No one can be spared! This is just an ancient legend, a legend about the beginning of the creation of the world. No one would think this It’s true, it’s just as a fictional thing. But the blood mark of Afi is a real existence! Since ancient times, there have been several such things, those crazy murderers, slaughter the world, are taken by everyone. The hatred eventually died in the hands of others. And after countless years, it fell on me. Is it God’s will?"
The Ghost Desolate Holy Master said to himself, very emotional. I originally thought that if I got the real water of Taiyin, I would go a step further, but who would have thought that the blood of Afei was hidden in the real water of Taiyin!
As the cultivation level increased, the bloodthirsty sentiment brought by Afei's blood mark became more and more intense. Over the years, the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation has tried his best to suppress the blood mark of Afei, looking for a solution everywhere.
But this kind of trickery that has been unsolvable since ancient times, how can anyone in this world resolve it
"I can only solve the power of my own curse. If this Afei blood mark falls on me, it is still a problem whether it can be resolved, let alone resolve it for others." Di Jing said, with the blood mark of Afei in other people. It seems that it is the substitute of death. Anyone who meets such a person can no longer control life and death by himself.
"If you can dissolve the power of incantation many times, it means that you have the ability to deal with such tricky power. Now you still can't dissolve the tricky power in others. That's because you haven't completely controlled those methods, as long as you control these methods. , You can dissolve the creepiness of others."
The Ghost Desolate Lord was sitting on the skeleton chair, motionless. From that faintness, Di Jing could vaguely know that the Ghost Desolate Lord's figure was quite tall and burly. It's really surprising that there is such a mighty power in such a eerie and weird place.
"This is impossible." Di Jing shook his head and said, "I want to control it too, but unfortunately I can't control it."
If the mysterious and powerful thing like the sky pattern can be controlled at will, it is definitely an ecstasy.
"Then you will stay in the Nether Castle. When did you master the method to dissolve the blood mark of Afro in my body, you will leave again!" On the skeleton seat, the Ghost Desolate Lord suddenly stood up with an irreversible voice. The majesty.
In the next moment, his figure transformed into countless groups of small luminous underworld fires, re-illuminating the hall.
"Ghost Desolate Lord, it is useless for you to imprison me here!"
Di Jing shouted, his voice tumbling back and forth in the hall, humming.
"My patience is limited. Don't let me lose my patience and kill you too!" After the last words of the ghost desolate holy master, there was no more voice.
There is only one person in the ghost castle. In order to prevent Di Jing from escaping, a barrier was set up within fifty miles of the castle.
Di Jing and Yun Qian stayed in the Netherworld Castle for a few days, and the Desolate Saint Lord appeared once in a state of Netherfire and asked him how it turned out. Upon learning that there was no progress, the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolate was in a very bad mood, and the underworld beating violently, making Di Jing felt a surge of murderous aura.
Afterwards, the Ghost Desolate Holy Master rushed out of the Nether Castle with a strong killing intent, without knowing where he was going.
Di Jing guessed that the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation must be because Di Jing couldn't think of a way, and was furious in his heart, provoking the bloodthirsty madness in his heart, and flew out of the mysterious land to kill.
"You can't stay in this place too much, you can't master the pattern of the sky. If you anger him many times, you may kill us one day!"
Di Jing didn't want to stay with the person with the blood of Afro in his body anyway, and the other party's killing heart could not be suppressed anyway.
In the next more than a month, the Ghost Desolate Lord appeared several times, but each time he got Di Jing's undifferentiated answer. After learning that there was no result, he went out to kill wildly with a strong killing intent.
Di Jing didn't know where he went. When he was in Shenting Zifu, he had never heard of a large number of monks being slaughtered.
"Di Jing, if there is still no progress within a month, I will take away the spirit beast by your side!" This time, the Ghost Desolate Lord finally couldn't help it, and was cruel to Di Jing.
He had seen clearly during this period, Di Jing was very concerned about this little beast.
Yun Yan's face was horrified, both eyes protruded, her teeth shivering, and she kept rubbing against Di Jing.
Di Jing held Yun Qian in his arms and said to the dark fire hanging around: "I told you a long time ago that this is an abnormal condition that runs on its own in my body. Half a moment will do. There is no seven to eighty years, and there will be no results."
"Only one month!" The Ghost Desolate Lord said in a low voice.
Di Jing was very upset, already thinking about running away.
After the Ghost Desolate Lord left the Nether Castle on this day, Di Jing took Yun Qian and fled the castle directly and flew out of Xuanyin Land.
After hitting the barrier, one person and one beast did not stop, because this barrier was not a problem for Yun Qian at all. The Ghost Desolate Lord saw that Yun Yu was very peculiar, but he didn't know that Yun Yu had the gift of supernatural powers to travel through space. Such a barrier could not contain it at all.
The Ghost Desolate Lord left the Netherworld Castle for a few days, and when they came back a few days later, Di Jing and Yun Qian had already escaped without whereabouts.