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A rock talisman and an earth fire talisman were activated.

On the battlefield,

The changes in the surrounding earth vein elements made Zi Chen's eyes change slightly, and he took a step back.

However, the talisman came faster, and the Rock Talisman was activated, turning into a shield to cover him.

Zi Chen's face changed slightly. How could this talisman work on him?

Although he could tell it was the Rock Talisman, it was a good talisman.

But how could this talisman be cast on him without his consent?

He is not one of those mortals.

Before he could doubt,

The earth veins beneath the site were completely activated, and blazing underground fire gushed out.

Instantly enveloped the black beast not far from him.

The beast roared terribly.

Streams of black air exploded, trying to escape the coverage of the underground fire.

But Wang Que would not give it this opportunity. He activated one magic-sealing talisman after another, turning it into layers of seals that enveloped the underground fire area.

This is the talisman that Chongyun taught him. It was originally used to seal the remnants of the demon.

It is not a waste to use it to seal this evil monster now.

At this moment, Zichen also saw Wang Que, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Wang Que walked out from the shadows, his fingertips drawing demon-sealing talismans in the air, continuously blocking the black air in the earth fire.

"I should be asking you this. Why are you, a Yaksha of the Rock God, appearing in Heulia's ruins? Are you trying to do something sneaky?"

Zichen looked at the evil beast sealed in the sea of ​​fire not far away. His grip loosened, and the spear disappeared. He showed a trace of relief: "What ruins of Heulia? This is already the kingdom of the emperor."

As he spoke, he pointed at the beast struggling in the sea of ​​fire and said, "Don't kill it. It's not easy to catch this thing once."

He didn't say what he was doing here.

"Ok?"

Wang Que showed a hint of doubt, but he still controlled the fire to weaken slightly, giving the evil beast a chance to breathe.

"Aren't you here to destroy it?" Wang Que asked with some confusion.

Zi Chen did not hide it: "It is mainly to solve the problem of dead energy. It is only the symptom of the disease, not the root cause."

"It's like a boil on a person's skin. If you catch it, you can use it to gradually eliminate the root of the disease. If you eliminate it directly, the root of the disease will be hidden."

Wang Que frowned slightly when he heard this, but still extinguished the sealed underground fire.

He didn't know much about medicine and didn't know whether Zi Chen's analogy was correct, but since the other party had his own plans, he was happy not to interfere.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you."

Wang Que pointed at the sealed beast. At this moment, black gas was emitting from its body. The black gas turned into hideous twisted tentacles, which kept hitting the seals around it.

However, the seal remained motionless.

Zichen smiled and nodded: "Thank you very much."

Then he looked at Wang Que curiously: "By the way, why are you here? I remember there should be the Emperor's seal on it."

Wang Que shrugged: "I want to make money. This is the ruins of the Salt God, which contains a lot of wealth. It's normal for me to come here."

As he spoke, Wang Que looked around.

"I heard that the Salt God left behind two treasures. Do you know where they are?"

Along the way, he found that there was still a big gap between the ruins and the game.

The size alone is not something that can be compared in the game.

He used the Escape Talisman several times from the entrance of the ruins to here.

This was Heulia's last territory, and it was once home to hundreds of thousands, or even millions of salt people. It was naturally impossible to walk through it in just two steps like in the game.

"A treasure left behind by the God of Salt?"

Zi Chen thought for a moment, then pointed deeper into the ruins. "According to the layout, that should be the former power center. If you're looking for treasure, it should be over there."

Wang Que looked in the direction of his fingertips, and sure enough, there was a palace-like building stretching out. It looked like the place where powerful people lived.

It can be seen that even when Heulia was at her weakest, there was still a section of the Salt People who came from the aristocratic class.

Wang Que estimated that these people were the ones who launched the assassination attempt on Heulia.

As for their purpose...

Perhaps he wanted to join forces with another powerful demon, or perhaps... seize Heulia's authority directly? It couldn't be that he couldn't bear to see a weak demon like Heulia suffer in the world, right?

Of course, in the end, all those who backstabbed the demon god were doomed.

They are nobles, living in the place closest to God, enjoying God's most gentle blessing.

Then they should be the first to suffer the disaster of the fall of gods.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Que nodded to Zichen: "Then I'll go first."

Upon hearing this, Zichen quickly said, "Wait."

Wang Que paused and said, "What else? You're not going to steal from me, are you?"

Wang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, looking somewhat dangerous.

Zi Chen was not afraid of his gaze at all and asked directly, "How did your Rock Talisman work on me directly?"

Wang Que's methods can take effect on him directly without his consent, which is not normal.

Although it is just a rock symbol, it looks good and beneficial.

But for Zi Chen, they were all foreign.

He is not an ordinary person and can't allow others to use talismans on him.

As a Yaksha, unless he actively accepts it, or he loses consciousness, or the other party's power is far higher than his, this external force cannot directly take effect on him.

This is wrong, very wrong.

The Rock Talisman can take effect on him directly, so can Wang Que use another attack talisman?

"Oh, well, your body is made by me, so you can't refuse my talismans. Isn't that normal?"

Wang Que said as a matter of course.

Zichen's eyes widened immediately: "Are you tampering with my body?"

He really didn't expect it.

Wang Que was so bold that he tampered with his body.

Isn't this a provocation to the Emperor?

After all, it was the Emperor who asked me to find Wang Que.

Zi Chen couldn't understand why Wang Que actually no longer had much awe for Zhongli.

After all, that thorn has always been in Wang Que's heart.

He cultivated a body for Pixie out of gratitude to Pixie, not because of Zhongli's order.

"What do you mean? It's my own product, so I have to keep some of it. What if you want to deal with me?"

Wang Que still spoke confidently.

"I'm going to deal with you?" Zi Chen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Is there no trust between us at all?"

trust?

Wang Que curled his lips. He originally believed that Lao Deng was a good person.

But the result?

After knowing that Lao Deng had watched the treasure-stealing group take him away, Wang Que no longer wanted to get close to him.

Games are games, reality is reality.

Instead of trusting others, it is better to take your safety into your own hands.

"Don't talk about those nonsense, as long as the thing is useful, that's all." Wang Que didn't want to talk any more and changed the subject, "You should go deal with that guy first."

As he spoke, Wang Que pointed at the sealed dark and ferocious beast.

Zichen wanted to say something, but after looking at the ferocious beast struggling, he curled his lips and said, "I'll explain it to you later."

As he spoke, he raised his gun and walked towards the ferocious beast.

Wang Que glanced at him, then turned and walked towards the palace area.

The palace in the ruins has been in ruins for many years.

But because the main body was made of stone, it did not collapse.

The rotten dome collapsed towards the sky, and salt frost covered every inch of the stone wall like a spider web.

The faint light from the secret realm penetrates the cracks, reflecting a pale and cold light on the edges of the salt crystals, immersing the sleeping palace complex in a dark blue mist.

In the palace complex, thousands of human statues were frozen between the corridors and the altars - they were once Heulia's most devout believers, but at the moment of betrayal, they were turned into salt sculptures by the ashes of the demon god.

Some people prostrated themselves, but their fingertips crumbled into salt when they touched the ground;

Some raised their arms, their empty eyes gazing at the dome;

Some people even pushed each other, their salty limbs tangled like thorns, as if they were still fighting for a way to escape at the last moment.

Wang Que was attracted by them and couldn't help shaking his head, looking at them carefully.

Salt crystals pierce through the skin texture like blooming thorn flowers;

The folds of the robe are frozen in eternity, but fine salt dust seeps out from beneath the fluttering arc, as if time has collapsed into a handful of dead sand.

Wang Que could imagine that when Heulia displayed his divine power, his people felt the terror of this demon god.

Even the aftermath of the dissipated power is not something that mortals can resist.

They eventually turned into salt sculptures in despair.

Go deeper step by step.

The salt sculpture casts a distorted shadow, which shifts and wriggles on the ground in the dim light, like an invisible hand stroking the ancient inscription on the stone bricks - "Praise the great Salt Demon, may He be glorified."

This is probably what the people of salt expect of Heulia.

They hoped that Heulia was a powerful demon who could bring them glory, victory and honor.

Instead of giving in again and again.

Obviously, this expectation was probably one of the causes of the tragedy.

As Wang Que went deeper and deeper,

There seemed to be a sound of wind passing through the salted window frames, making a faint buzzing sound, as if the souls of the dead were whispering in the salt grains.

When the footsteps landed, the sound of the salt shell shattering was as clear as breaking bones, but there was no echo at all - this space swallowed up all the restlessness of life.

It seems that the power of the Salt God has spanned thousands of years and still affects this place.

Covering his mouth and nose with his hands, Wang Que frowned.

The salty and astringent taste seeped into the nasal cavity, and every breath stung the throat, as if what was inhaled was not air, but crushed despair.

He finally reached the center of the palace complex.

Here, there is a ruined altar.

On the altar, there was a salt cup that looked like a basin.

With just one glance, Wang Que recognized it: Heulia's salt cup, the salt cup that would never run out of salt.

With a hint of desire in his eyes, Wang Que quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the salt cup.

Sure enough, the salt cup was half full of snow-white salt, which was obviously of top quality.

Wang Que knew that this half of salt, which did not seem like much, was actually salt that would never be used up.