There are not many records of saints in the Jiazi era, or in other words, Mo Huitou doesn’t know much about them.

But in this era, there are remnants of the era of gods, and Yu Ziqing thinks it's quite normal.

Even if he speculates that the period from the age of gods to the ancient times is not seamless, there must be some time in between.

This period should not last long, but it is definitely the most chaotic and difficult time.

Because there is no record of Dadui.

This kind of situation is basically impossible to occur when the political power is stable and the lower levels are also stable.

Only when the upper levels are unstable, the lower levels are displaced, and the situation is precarious, and everyone's energy is occupied in order to survive, and even the person who records the record may suddenly die suddenly one day, will there be obvious faults.

After all, many records can be found one after another in the dark era of gods.

Similarly, if you want to bury any hidden dangers or deep pits, this period of time is also the most suitable.

Yu Ziqing and Mo Huitou were floating high in the sky, looking at the horizon.

He could feel that the overall strength of this era was really strong.

When the road was not broken, some places might be a little rough and the fineness was not as good as contemporary times, but their power was indeed strong.

The overall structure of the monks has always been pyramid-shaped.

But in the Jiazi era, there are still ten levels, and new ones can appear.

The upper limit is higher than that of later generations. The ninth level may be slightly easier than that of later generations, and the number is naturally larger.

Of the 1,300 saints in the distance, Yu Ziqing could feel that there were three of them at the peak of the ninth level, and there were at least twenty or thirty of them at the ninth level.

The remaining people are all senior monks at the lowest level.

This is just a glimpse of the chronology of the saints.

Looking at Mo Mo's attitude, Yu Ziqing could also understand that Dadai could definitely suppress the saints at this period, and not forcefully.

The reason why this place was sealed from beginning to end was not because of the strength of the saints, but because of the blood sacrifice.

These are the original words of Mo Huitou.

If we just wipe out these saints who usually hide deep in the world, the price we have to pay may not be very high.

In other words, even moderates like Mo Huitou feel that these more than a thousand saints alone are not even qualified to be sealed.

They gathered together and killed him on the spot.

Yu Ziqing compared the information given by Xi Yang and speculated that this time period might be the time when almost all the believers of the God of Sacrifice were finished.

It is also possible that the God of Sacrifice had already wandered away at this time and was taken to the deep sea.

The only thing that is certain is that the more than a thousand saints here have brought great changes to the miserable situation of the God of Sacrifice.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing thought of Our Lady of the White Sun again.

This guy may have really not experienced good times, or he may have met a ruthless person during good times.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen to this level.

Look at the God of Sacrifice, it's a bit miserable now, but when it's highlighted, it's much better than the Holy Mother of the White Sun.

After all, the Holy Mother of the White Sun is already somewhat divine, and she cannot die when she cannot come.

Unlike the god of sacrifice, he actually starved to death. Thinking of this, Yu Ziqing felt the god's overwhelming power in his heart and straightened his hips.

It is also possible that the gods he is facing are the strongest gods standing at the top of the pyramid.

The following is actually just like that.

Including those gods who were killed in the age of gods and did not even have their names left.

A high-pitched, loud and accompanied by a murmur of the memorial service rang out in the distance.

In the sacrificial method and this era, the incantation is called the sacrificial incantation. It seems like it has just been renamed. In essence, it is still the difference between the sacrificial method and the ritual method.

The strong smell of blood, accompanied by fishy sweetness, is pleasant but disgusting at the same time. It is a power that can mobilize people's instincts and mobilize people's hearts to the maximum extent.

Yu Ziqing saw an altar made of flesh and bones, stacked up out of thin air.

The heads of giants were piled under the altar. Every giant's eyes were full of pain, and their souls seemed to be burning, turning into nourishment for the altar.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing felt that the huge altar of flesh and blood did not look like a simple altar, but also looked a bit like the throne of the Seven Yins that Yu Ziqing had seen before...

The gloomy wind howls and the resentful soul roars. These are the giants making their final roar, for the doomed demise of the giant family.

And this made Yu Ziqing think of the Bronze clan whose entire clan was tortured to death.

The destruction of a race used to be so easy.

All they can leave behind is the wailing and roaring before death.

Even their most desperate curses have now been turned into power that can be used by the altar.

Yu Ziqing looked at it from a distance, his eyes a little hollow.

It was obviously a very powerful scene. He tried his best and couldn't stop it, but there was no wave in his heart.

"It was once the last one, sealed by the governor Baishan.

You should have contributed a lot in this process.

If you don't do anything now and just watch here with me, will their blood sacrifice be successful?

If Bai Shan hadn’t sealed it either…”

Yu Ziqing asked Mo Huitou, and Mo Huitou gave Yu Ziqing a strange look.

"Your Majesty's personal arrival here means that the seal has begun to be resolved and a result has been found for the disaster.

Changes will naturally occur, but this change must be in line with His Majesty's wishes.

Otherwise, the seal will not be resolved, and no matter how it is changed, everything will return to the original starting point.

Even if I don’t do anything now, Baishan will do nothing.”

"With something sealed, is it possible to break the seal from the inside and escape?"

"It's impossible." Mo Huitou shook his head decisively.

After a pause, he looked at Yu Ziqing, the Duihuang who did not have the Duihuang bloodline, and added another sentence.

"Unless Dadui is completely destroyed, this is absolutely impossible."

"Oh, that's good." Yu Ziqing glanced at the bloody light in the distance and the black clouds that turned into huge whirlpools in the sky, and finally relaxed and watched the show.

To be honest, he was indeed a little worried, because he showed up here but ignored him. In the end, he miscalculated on key things, which caused the seal to completely get out of control.

If you don't lose control, then enjoy the show.

Huge power fluctuations continued to spread, and Yu Ziqing could already see strong men fighting against the saints there.

After the blood sacrifice started, there was no intention of stopping.

A bloody beam of light struck into the black clouds transformed from black gas in the sky.

There are countless giant resentful souls, roaring and roaring in the black clouds, far beyond the ninth level peak, with power like the power of heaven, linking to the unknown.

Then he is waiting for the power to come from an unknown place.

The so-called blood sacrifice is more like a transaction. You give sacrifices to the God of Sacrifice, sacrifice those things, and the God of Sacrifice will give feedback and give the saints the power they want.

This may be the path of spiritual practice for saints.

It is completely different from the path of normal monks who practice hard, accumulate bit by bit, and where quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

"They want to sacrifice 80,000 giants at once, in exchange for the destruction of the giant clan, in exchange for the opportunity for three people to advance to the tenth level."

Don't look back and explain to Yu Ziqing quietly.

However, when the power of the blood sacrifice turned into blood light, rushed into the black clouds, and disappeared completely.

A long time of peace, a long time of dead silence.

The expected feedback did not appear quickly.

…

To the east of Jinlan Mountain, in the locust forest near the small courtyard, half of the head is curled up in a ball in a lush locust tree, using the power of the locust tree to nourish the body of a hungry ghost.

The locust trees planted by Yu Ziqing himself have experienced the scent of hungry ghosts, been nourished by sweet rain, and finally spread black soil as fertilizer by Yu Ziqing. They are no longer ordinary locust trees.

This is the most suitable home for hungry ghosts.

It's equivalent to every hungry ghost's home plus the most comfortable bed.

Not only can it make them feel at ease and stable, but it can also nourish their bodies, which has many benefits.

The biggest difference in this large area of ​​locust trees surrounding Jinlan Mountain is probably the geographical difference.

The vast majority of locust trees are essentially the same.

Half of my head is nestled in a locust tree, and I have never felt so at ease.

No longer need to suffer the never-ending torture of being unable to survive or die.
To be continued...