Infinite Script Killing

"This Heavenly Prisoner's ability to travel across all realms is indeed strong enough, and he directly brought me into the long-ago era of Shang."

Xu Tong found that without the constraints of the script, he felt like he was jumping out of the chessboard here.

Perhaps this is a gift from his father to himself. Even if he has not become a so-called player, with this item card, he can ignore the constraints of the gods and travel around the world at will.

Of course, this understanding can also be reversed, such as at this moment.

Thinking of this, Xu Tong looked at Shen Gongbao standing aside and rolled his eyes: "Bad luck!"

I never dreamed that I would meet this unlucky guy just walking around.

The words "Fellow Taoist, please stay" made Xu Tong feel uncomfortable all over. He had no choice but to say that the power of these words was too great, which made him feel a little frightened.

He even once wondered if this sentence was the way to activate some kind of magic. Just like Baishan Kou, it looked polite but actually concealed murderous intent.

So he stopped running and accepted his fate and walked with this guy.

He wouldn't be able to bear this guy chasing after him, shouting while chasing him.

"Fellow Taoist Mei, I see that you have a pure Yang body, pure and flawless. I wonder if you have a teacher?"

"No! I'm just a casual cultivator with no family or sect."

"Oh, that fellow Taoist is practicing on that mountain, does he have a fixed cave?"

"Wandering around the world, calling home all over the world."

"Ah hahahaha, how wonderful, how wonderful! Fellow Taoist Mei is indeed a true immortal of Xiaoyao. I am so envious of this poor Taoist."

Shen Gongbao pinched his long beard, laughed loudly, and then changed his words:

"Um... I have a junior sister, Fairy Yuehua, who has a pure yin body. If her Taoist friends don't give up, I will go and make peace with her. If we achieve happiness and form a Taoist couple, then the yin and yang will be harmonious. Wouldn't it be beautiful? .”

Xu Tong's mouth twitched. He had only known Shen Gongbao for a day, and this guy had almost sold off all the colors of his junior sister's underwear.

Looking at this guy's talk, Xu Tong was suspicious. Fairy Yuehua was true, but she was not Shen Gongbao's junior sister.

I'm afraid this guy took advantage of the information gap and went around to make matchmakers. It's his credit for success, or he made a lot of friends.

Hmm... learned.

But don't mention it, with Shen Gongbao's character, it's no wonder he has so many friends.

But having said that, he was also curious as to whether there was really a dispute between the Intercepting Cult and the Explanation Cult, and whether he could meet the rumored Master of Tongtian Cult during this trip.

Of course, it turned out that he was overthinking it. After Xu Tong asked tentatively, he found out that there was no such person as the leader of Tongtian.

However, Sanqing does exist, but at this moment Sanqing is not as respected as the ancestor of immortality in later generations.

At this moment, Sanqing calls himself Sanqing Taoist, but not many people in the world know about it. Shen Gongbao also heard about it accidentally and found their preaching ideas very interesting, so he wanted to listen to it.

This actually made Xu Tong feel a little excited.

Sanqing, that is the highest god of Taoism in the future, and I can only be called a fairy in front of them. If I can get a few words of advice from these three bosses, it may be of great help to my strength.

Thinking of this, Xu Tong inevitably started to feel excited.

While the two of them were talking, they had already walked out of the mountains and forests into the secular world.

At the beginning, things were relatively peaceful and calm.

But not long after walking, Xu Tong discovered that hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and the ghost country is in full swing. It's all childish. Looking around, there are countless wandering ghosts in the plains, mountains and forests.

There are too many of these lonely ghosts, and sometimes they are so dark that they are like locusts crossing the border, forming a huge haze, swaying toward the east.

When the two of them arrived in the town, Xu Tong originally wanted to find something to eat after entering and taste the special delicacies here.

As soon as he entered the city, he discovered that this era was more bloody and cruel than he thought.

To sum it up in one sentence, gods and demons dance together, and it is difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts.

On the streets, statues of gods can be seen everywhere, and priests carrying various exquisite instruments are walking in the streets and alleys.

A group of slaves were pushed into the square.

"Fight! Cut! Cut!"

When the people around him saw this scene, they gathered around and shouted as if they were crazy.

The so-called "cutting" here means beheading, but here it is more of a ritual.

"These are ordinary members of the Dongyi people."

Shen Gongbao saw Xu Tong's strange expression, but he misunderstood: "Despicable slaves cannot be sent to the Yin capital. Only the tribal leaders and nobles of Dongyi can be sent to the Yin capital as tribute to the gods."

Hearing Shen Gongbao's words, Xu Tong became even more confused and asked him in a low voice: "Is this kind of sacrifice very common?"

"Common? It's about right. Where do you want to look specifically?"

Shen Gongbao then raised his fingers and started counting for Xu Tong.

"There are not that many remote places like this. They are nothing more than shrines, demonstrations, altars, and ridges."

The so-called shrine, altar, altar and ridge are the four ways of offering sacrifices.

The community is dedicated to grain farming.

It indicates that the sacrificial tribe is prosperous.

The altar is dedicated to the sun.

Kan is a sacrifice to the moon.

Each kind of sacrifice has different methods, but there is only one tribute, people!

The only difference may be the identities of these people. The more precious the identities, the higher the standards of the sacrifices.

Therefore, the word "sacrifice" has the so-called saying of holding meat in one's hands.

Shen Gongbao got excited and said to Xu Tong: "But these are small scenes. There is no way to compare with the big scenes in Yindu. The sacrifices in Yindu are more spectacular. Killing tens of thousands of people at one time can attract the gods from all over the world to bless them." .”

"hiss!!!"

Even though it was Xu Tong, when he heard this scene, he couldn't help but feel numb: "Where did so many people come from to make sacrifices?"

"Well, sometimes when the sacrifices are low, the lives of nobles must be used to make up for it. And the more precious the life, the more valuable the sacrifice, especially the noble girls."

Shen Gongbao was completely unaware of the coolness in Xu Tong's eyes. Instead, he told him about several noble girls who had been sacrificed by King Shang in recent years.

At this time, the sacrificial ceremony in the square had begun.

Heads were chopped off one by one, and the heads were placed neatly aside, and then the residents of the entire town began to dance as if they were crazy.

At this moment, the figure of a god actually appeared in the sky above the city. The huge god's image was like a giant holding up the sky. Amidst the carnival and dancing of everyone, it sprinkled crystal rain and dew with satisfaction.

It's just that Xu Tong no longer has the patience to watch anymore. This kind of bloody scene makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Originally, he wanted to taste the delicacies and specialties here, but now he has no appetite at all.

After leaving the town, Xu Tong casually shot a bison in the mountains and forests, then took out the Meng soup pot and prepared to cook the meat.

Xu Tong has all the skills of Buddhism, Taoism, martial arts, and even some Confucianism.

But only when it comes to cooking...well, it's simply an indescribable pain, as if he was born without the cells to cook.

Speaking of this matter, it has already become a pain point in Xu Tong's heart.

Fortunately, Shen Gongbao was good at this. Seeing Xu Tong staring at the pot and not knowing what to do for a moment, he simply took over the chef's task and started to help Xu Tong handle it.

The cook Ding did not dare to say anything about the buffalo, but his movements were quick and clean, and he could handle the bison cleanly in just three or five strokes.

I happened to have some seasonings on hand. Although Shen Gongbao's cooking skills were average, with the addition of seasonings and the blessing of the Meng soup pot, the aroma soon became more and more fragrant.

Even Shen Gongbao didn't expect that his cooking skills could be so good. The two of them sat in the forest and feasted, and Xu Tong took out the wine pot [Shensha].

The wine in [Sinking Sand] is originally Meizhuang's century-old wine, but now it is placed in the vessel [Sinking Sand]. After being blessed by its passive skills and settling, the taste becomes even more unique.

"This wine..."

Shen Gongbao slowly tasted it, and the more he tasted it, the more sad his face became.

It feels like I'm not drinking, but more like taking medicine. The more I drink, the more bitter it becomes. It's not that the wine is bad, but the taste of the wine is too strange.

When a glass of wine enters the throat, one feels the wine is strong, mellow and thick. After careful aftertaste, at the last moment it enters the stomach, it drifts away like flying sand without a trace. When I think about it again, it is gone. smell.

It feels more like a miserable life, with life, old age, illness, and death, and an unpredictable fate. Only when the doom has come will one be willing to repent, but it is too late.

The two of them drank and ate meat, and finally drank several bowls of steaming beef soup. The two of them ate all the meat and soup.

After a trip to the forest lawn, the passive effect of Meng's soup pot also appeared.

Passive Skill 1: Forget Worry

Drink the soup from the pot and forget about your worries. After drinking three bowls, you will be carefree from now on.

Xu Tong's mood gradually relaxed, and he gradually came out of the haze of the fool. Instead, his thoughts suddenly became extraordinarily light: "The fool is not dead. It doesn't matter that the past cannot be changed and the future cannot be trusted. The emperor deliberately changed the time of the underworld. The tampering happened ten thousand years later, but that is not the only ending, it is just one of the endings, which means that I still have a chance to save the fool."

In other words, this itself is a hint from Fujun to himself.

"Junior sister...Junior sister..."

While Xu Tong was thinking about this, Shen Gongbao was already talking in his sleep. This guy drank a lot of wine, and now he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Just looking at his appearance, it looked more like he had triggered another passive of Meng Tang Guo, Meng Hui.

Passive skill 2: Dream recall

There are many tears on the road to Huangquan, joys and sorrows, separation and separation, love, hate and obsession. A pipa and a suona play, and I smile back to my dream and sigh.

But seeing Shen Gongbao sleeping so soundly, Xu Tong's mind moved, and a thought flew out of his eyebrows, floating on Shen Gongbao's body, and in a moment, it escaped into Shen Gongbao's eyebrows.

"Dreamwalk!"

The skill Dream Walk was activated, and Xu Tong's thoughts suddenly appeared in Shen Gongbao's dream.