Yuan Yu stood at the edge of the Blood River Abyss, facing the filthy blood water. His shadow was a foot away from the riverbank when suddenly there was a splash in the blood water, and a dark tail slapped across the surface of the water. This was a strange monster in the Blood River, and no one knew what kind of strange magic it had. Fortunately, these monsters would not jump out of the Blood River, so there was no need to pay attention to it for the time being.
It took a lot of patience to fish the Venomous Centipede. Fortunately, Yuan Yu had been the sect master of the Maiden Sect for tens of millions of years.
Patience was what he did not lack. Unlike the focus of the other Venomous Centipede fishermen, Yuan Yu put his hands in his sleeves and squatted down on the riverbank. He squinted his eyes and looked listless, like an old farmer sunbathing by the river.
He was just short of pulling out a pipe to smoke!
Maintaining focus while fishing the Venomous Centipede was very exhausting, and it was impossible to maintain this state of absolute focus for a long time. Many fishermen felt that they could not maintain such full concentration, so they returned to the middle of the Kun corpse to rest for a while. Because of the taboo of fishing the Venomous Centipede, they did not make a sound and waited quietly on the riverbank.
Looking at Yuan Yu's performance, they all had a strange expression on their faces. They exchanged a few glances, and the fishermen were not optimistic about the future of this eccentric old Daoist.
Everyone waited on the side, casually paying attention to the situation on Yuan Yu's side, as if they were watching a show.
They also knew that these two new faces should be newcomers from the outside, and they were most likely Dao Lords and Golden Immortals. But in this Blood River, how many Dao Lords and Golden Immortals had died? But in reality? There were countless … This place had its own rules, and it was not something that Dao Lords and Golden Immortals could violate …
Fan Wujie stood on the riverbank. For a Dao Lord like him, it was naturally not difficult to stand straight without a shadow. In fact, the Venomous Centipede was not a particularly dangerous monster. It was not even ranked among the monsters in the Blood River, because its predatory characteristics were too obvious. As long as one protected their own shadow, or simply eliminated their own shadow, it was not difficult to avoid this danger.
The real danger was the greed of luring the Venomous Centipede to attack. If one did not hunt this strange insect, there was no need to take this risk.
It could be said that everyone who died here was not innocent.
"Can the horseshoe beetle sense the state of its prey?" Fan Wu Jie looked at Old Daoist Yuan Yu's relaxed look and knew that he did not need him to keep quiet. He even purposely relaxed his mind to lure the horseshoe insects to take the bait.
"There's a marvelous balance between the anglers and the anglers, and they treat each other as prey. The hunter and the hunted are two opposing sides, and the loser will be rewarded by the other side. All the cultivators who fish for the anglers here understand this, which is why we respect this law," the Daolord standing guard on the shore said in a leisurely manner.
"Almost every good angler is doomed to die at the hands of the worms."
"But we don't hate these lowly insects, we even like them a little, because we understand these insects, observe them, hunt them, peel off their skin, and protect us in this terrible place. We all know that these insects are small, weak animals, and they are incomparably lowly in this world."
"Just like us!"
"It's because we understand these little insects, because we fight with them every day, that we understand them. They are weak and lowly, but because they obey the law, they become strong. Countless fierce beasts that are thousands of times stronger than them have become skeletons here, but these little insects have stubbornly survived, and that is because of their survival intelligence."
"First, focus!"
"Every battle between a horseshoe beetle and an angler is a battle of focus. It can sense when you are distracted, sense even the slightest distraction, and then attack. Only those who are more focused than it can kill it. Without focus, the horseshoe beetle cannot sense the moment the angler's mind is distracted. It kills us, and that is the reward it deserves. "
"Second, patience. Don't think that the horseshoe beetle doesn't need patience. A horseshoe beetle, with its short lifespan, can lurk and attack us. Many horseshoe beetles never find a chance to attack in their entire lives, so they would rather die than attack. A lowly lifeform pays the price of its entire life to wait. What kind of patience is this? "
"Third, sacrifice. A horseshoe beetle's entire life is waiting for a reason … to reproduce. They use their focus, patience, stalemate, and accumulation in exchange for a chance to burn themselves, to kill a creature that is thousands of times stronger than themselves, to let their offspring reproduce on the enemy's corpse, and then they die! "
"If a horseshoe beetle is lucky enough, it can only shoot twice in its life. The first time is to shoot the enemy's shadow with its poisonous sand, and the second time is to shoot the countless eggs it carries, as fine as dust, onto the enemy's corpse, and then die quickly. The dead horseshoe beetle's corpse loses most of its life essence and immunity, but we will not kill it before it lays eggs. "
"Because it has a reason to enjoy its spoils."
"Every horseshoe fisherman sees the horseshoe beetle as a worthy opponent. We hunt it, and when we die, our corpses will become a new breeding ground for its offspring. This is the cycle of life!"
"So, every horseshoe fisherman is alone."
"This is a one-on-one fight between man and horseshoe …" Fan Wu Jie pretended not to hear the old Daolord's tactful advice. What a joke, if someone used the culture of this place to persuade him to abandon his companions, and risk his life to maintain the so-called 'tradition', then what kind of Daolord was he?!
Don't be fooled by the old Daolord's compassionate words.
Most of these angler cultures were added later on. How could the anglers in the beginning have such senseless sentiments? Most of them did everything they could in order to survive. These things should have been summed up later on, and then added with all sorts of strange explanations. If the cultivators in Impasse could come up with a method to hunt the anglers in batches without taking any risks, the mutated worms here would have been wiped out a long time ago.
The old Daolord saw that Fan Wu Jie was not interested in this, and muttered, "As expected of a newcomer brought by the fugitive faction. Only after despair, will he reflect that escape is impossible, and survival is the only choice."
Fan Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses. The old Daolord's words had inadvertently revealed a message — in this blood sea danger zone, not everyone had hope of escaping. It seemed that there were two groups of people here who wanted to escape from this place, and those who wanted to survive. Some people certainly wanted to escape, but there were others who simply accepted their fate, and chose to stay here to struggle for survival.
At present, it seemed that the two groups only had a conflict of ideas, and the actual relationship was not very bad.
After all, there was no conflict of interest between the two sides, and the fugitive faction also needed to survive, while the survival faction did not completely give up hope of escaping.
At this time, in the blood water in front of Old Daolord Yuan Yu, a tiny speck of dust suddenly expanded to the size of a soccer ball. It was covered with a purplish black skin, and was dark like an old turtle, but in actual form, it was indeed a three-legged beetle-like insect. This horseshoe beetle's size and color matched the standard of the ten-thousand-year-old horseshoe beetle that the mummy had described.
From the size of a speck of dust, it expanded to the size of a soccer ball, giving Fan Wu Jie the time to react.
And when it launched its attack, it shot out a faint colorless fine sand, and it was even more so in the time of half a thought. Only then did Fan Wu Jie realize that Old Daolord Yuan Yu had already turned into a wisp of remnant soul, just like the last time when he had escaped from the pursuit, a faint black shadow. Although it floated in the air, it was formless and did not have a so-called shadow.
At this time, it could be said that Old Daolord Yuan Yu already had victory in his hands!
The ten-thousand-year-old horseshoe beetle only needed the time of a thought for the Daolord to expand into its attack form, and that little time was enough for Yuan Yu to change his form, and his shadow to disappear conceptually.
Fan Wu Jie still made his move, using the True Water of Time to disturb the time of the horseshoe beetle's Sand Shooting Shadow. Under the influence of his Innate Seed of Time, the space of one foot from the horseshoe beetle to the Old Daolord's shadow was extended by ten light years, or rather, a time barrier of ten years. The faint colorless poisonous sand of the horseshoe beetle flowed across this distance. The poisonous sand, which carried the properties of the Poison of Time, was just like the Light of Time, and could not be blocked by any power, not even the Light Barrier of Time.
But at the same time, the True Water of Time would also affect the Poison of Time. Even if it could not delay the time of ten years, it had still reduced the absolute speed of the Light of Time within this one-foot space to ten thoughts, and the speed of the poisonous sand of time was extremely close to this absolute speed.
Unexpectedly, a tiny insect had evolved to the divine ability of Sand Shooting Shadow, which was close to the speed of light.
Of course, this was also related to the strange properties of the poisonous sand of time. The nature of this deadly poison, which was named poisonous sand, was actually closer to the divine light. In the universe, the divine light magic was the closest to the original form of the Light of Time, and the Light of Time itself was a kind of divine light. Legend had it that the divine light that was emitted from the eyes of the Great God Torch Dragon of the Pangu Clan was the innate substance that was closest to the essence of the Light of Time.
It was called the Light of Time.
Next to it was the True Water of Time of the Nine Great Innate True Water, which was also an existence that was extremely close to the essence of the Great Dao of Time.
This strange poisonous sand was the third innate substance that Fan Wu Jie knew that was close to the essence of the Great Dao of Time. It was obtained from the Yellow Springs Sand at the bottom of the River of Blood, which was extracted from the Poison of Time and the Calamity of Death. It was a kind of mutated product of the Great Dao of Time.
Of course, the poisonous sand that was shot out by the Venomous Beetle was not completely innate substance, but something that was derived after the innate substance had been contaminated by the Venomous Beetle. It was only a little bit of the innate substance, and with just this little bit of innate power, it was able to penetrate Fan Wu Jie's protective divine ability, the Barrier of Time.
The venom of the Venomous Beetle was evident.
The Venomous Time Sand was delayed for a full ten thoughts, which was enough for Yuan Yu to transform ten times. It could be said that he had a lot of spare time. A wisp of Old Daoist Yuan Yu floated to Fan Wu Jie's side, and watched as the venomous beetle spat out the Venomous Beetle to the original position of the shadow, and then dissipated in vain. Just like the Light of Time, Fan Wu Jie wanted to use the True Water of Time to collect a wisp of the Poison of Time, but before it dissipated, he was only able to retain less than one ten-thousandth of it.
Yuan Yu's fingertip shot out a ray of Divine Yin Light, which passed through the head of the Venomous Beetle. He reached out and flicked out a wisp of invisible True Energy, which pulled the Venomous Beetle's carcass out of the River of Blood.
Old Taoist Yuan Yu looked at the football-sized ten-thousand-year-old horseshoe beetles and compared them to his own size. Only then did he helplessly realize that it would take close to thirty ten-thousand-year-old horseshoe beetles to make a Daoist robe that could completely cover the two of them.
But the awkward thing was that even if the two of them split up, they would be able to hunt the Venomous Beetle alone without any risk.
Whether it was Yuan Yu's transformation divine ability or Fan Wu Jie's True Water of Time, they were enough to hunt the Venomous Beetle safely.
"It looks like we need to talk about splitting the profits!" Fan Wu Jie said expressionlessly. "Earlier, seeing that you were taking a risk, I gave you seventy percent, but now it looks like the risk isn't as big as I thought! You still dare to ask for seventy percent … "
"Don't forget … this is only a Venomous Beetle. What if it's a Hundred Thousand Year Venomous Beetle, or a Million Year Venomous Beetle?" Old Daoist Yuan Yu said in a carefree manner. "If you can do it, then go ahead! If you don't want to split, then you can do it alone! "
"Every spit that comes out of my mouth is like a nail!" Fan Wu Jie said firmly. "Since we've already discussed it, I won't go back on my word. But there's one thing we haven't talked about … "
"What is it?" Yuan Yu asked solemnly.
"The greatest value of this Venomous Beetle is its skin, but I just discovered a treasure that is not inferior to the Venomous Beetle's skin, and it is even more important to me … and that is the poisonous sand that the Venomous Beetle breeds."
"Poisonous sand!" Yuan Yu's expression was a little uncertain. He said in a low voice, "Are you planning to use the poisonous sand?"
"Have you thought it through? This Blood Sea Forbidden Ground has been through countless tribulations. Haven't you discovered that the poisonous sand is a treasure? It is something that anyone can think of … but the risk … "
"It's very big!" Fan Wu Jie wrapped the wisp of poisonous sand in Time Light True Water, making it look like a crystal sand. He said, "The poisonous sand of the Venomous Beetle has the properties of the Time Light. It is invisible and formless, and it can easily be melted by the Time Light River that flows in the universe. After the Venomous Beetle shoots out the poisonous sand, it will disappear in an instant. Even if I use Time Light True Water to hold it back, I can only save one-thousandth of it. After all, my Time Light True Water cannot compare to the Time Light River that runs through the universe … "
"So, before the Venomous Beetle shoots out the poisonous sand, I can use Time Light True Water to freeze it, and then dissect it to get the sand!"
"Kill it before the Venomous Beetle shoots out the sand?" Yuan Yu shook his head and said, "Impossible!"
"You need a thought to use Time Light True Water, and after that thought, the Venomous Beetle shoots out the poisonous sand. It only needs a thought to complete its expansion and shoot the sand!"
"To be more precise …" Fan Wu Jie added, "It's a thought, an indistinct and indefinite, and a vector of time."
The Venomous Beetle's preparation for shooting the sand was synchronized with its body's expansion, so it could shoot the poisonous sand after a thought. But in reality, after a thought, the Venomous Beetle would be in a state where it had not shot the sand. It was like a laser generator that had completed all the preparations to shoot the laser, but still needed to give the laser a vector of time.
This movement could not be calculated with logic, because there was no actual movement.
But it was the key that could be used.
As long as the Venomous Beetle finished expanding and was ready to shoot the sand, he could use Time Light True Water to kill it, and obtain a complete carcass of the Venomous Beetle that had not shot the sand.
Old Daoist Yuan Yu came back to his senses and said, "But thinking about it, it is not impossible. So you want to obtain the poisonous sand, and you want to increase your share of the profits so that I will give in? Don't forget … the poisonous sand is very important to you, a great killing weapon that is not inferior to Time Light True Water, but it is not that important to me. You want me to take such a huge risk for you, and you still want to be stingy? Just the fact that you suffered a loss before is not enough to convince me! "
Fan Wu Jie said, "Previously, when we split the profits, you took a bigger risk, but this time, I will have to put in more effort. Without the Time Light True Water, it is impossible to obtain the poisonous sand … So I will take 60%, and you take 40%! "
Old Daoist Yuan Yu laughed sinisterly and said, "Little Fan, let me teach you a lesson! What determines the value of an object is not only the labor that condenses within it, but also the scarcity of the object. Yes, you condensed more labor in the poisonous sand, but so what? It is incomparably rare and important to you, but to me, it is not as important as the Venomous Beetle's skin.
"In other words, the power to determine the value of an object is in my hands!
"Why should I put in so much effort to obtain something that is not necessary to me? And I already know what you are thinking. Yes, we have a chance to obtain the Venomous Beetle, but that must be with the help of both of us. At this time, I am in a position where labor is scarce, which means that my labor is scarce to you, and therefore of greater value.
"The most frightening thing is that I, this old Daoist, not only have a scarce value, but I also have a monopoly position. Other than me, you have no way of obtaining the Venomous Beetle Sand."
"Seventy-three, I want seventy percent!" Old Daoist Yuan Yu made an exorbitant demand and explained, "I have already considered the value of your labor before coming to this conclusion. I will not bargain, and at worst, we will split up and each fish for the Venomous Beetle."
Fan Wu Jie thought for a moment and saw that Yuan Yu was very determined. Although it was very painful to be ripped off, the Venomous Time Sand was indeed very important to him, and he had to agree no matter how much it hurt him. However, Fan Wu Jie made a request, "The Venomous Beetle is not as valuable to you as it is to me, so I want all of it."
"Fine …" Old Daoist Yuan Yu rubbed his hands together and laughed sinisterly, "But do you want to pay the price? Hehe … "
In a daze, Fan Wu Jie seemed to see himself tied to the slaughterhouse, and a hideous butcher with a wretched smile and a hateful face was sharpening his knife, the gleaming knife incomparably sharp … After negotiating the price, Fan Wu Jie was still in a daze. He touched his sleeves and said in a daze, "What a great loss! What a great loss … I have lost all my capital! "
"I'm afraid I will have to work for five million years before I can repay the debt!"
The two of them had been busy by the blood river for a full twenty years, and the dharma robes they were wearing were beginning to be worn away by the destructive tribulation power. Fan Wu Jie was wearing a Daoist robe made of Venomous Beetle skin that could barely cover his body, and it was patched up one after another. Old Daoist Yuan Yu, on the other hand, was wearing a loose Daoist robe that was completely made of Venomous Beetle skin. It was clean and beautiful, and it looked very luxurious.
In any case, when the fishermen who were resting at the side saw it, they all looked like they were dazzled by the wealth.
Fan Wu Jie, on the other hand, looked like a beggar, wearing a short Venomous Beetle skin shirt that could barely cover his body, and a tattered dharma robe that was leaking everywhere. He looked like a young and promising beggar in his prime.
His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the dozens of grains of sand that were as clear as crystals in his right hand. This was the Poisonous Sand of Time that had been refined with Cosmic True Water, and when combined together, it could form a Connate Mother Sand … the Sand of Time.
If the Mother Sand was separated and turned into countless tiny grains of Poisonous Sand that could not be seen, mixed into the Cosmic True Water, the sand would borrow the power of the water, and the power of the sand would increase by a tenth of the destructive power of the Cosmic Decline Tribulation. Fan Wu Jie named this divine ability the Flourishing Mortal Dust Sand.
Taking the beauty of youth, not leaving it for the youth, three thousand red dust stains the hair.
The red dust stains the youth, not leaving it for the youth …
"Sissy, so genteel!" Yuan Yu commented disdainfully.
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