The Blasphemous Wizard of the Weird World

Chapter 279 Underground Ruins
"You shook your hand, and a mighty force of iron and blood surged out, mixed with a terrifying will to fight. The wolf-faced monster that was pierced through by the 'Iron and Blood Spear' and was already completely dead was shattered. Blood dyed the white frost red, snow and wind surged, and the world returned to a howling sound again."

"Thank you, Lord 'Defiled Dark Crow', your power is still so amazing..."

"The secret practitioner's grateful voice came, and she was trembling all over. Thinking about how her neck was almost bitten off just now, she couldn't help but show fear on her face."

"Just when you were about to say something, your expression suddenly froze. Through the authority of the 'God of Iron and Blood', you could clearly sense the terrible malice and murderous intent hidden behind the white curtain of wind and snow."

"Without your reminder, the 'secret cultivator' also sensed something was wrong, and he looked around with a look of vigilance."

"In the white snow, huge, twisted, blurry phantoms of monsters appeared before us one after another. They kept approaching, their eyes were bloodshot, cold, terrifying, filled with cruelty and madness, and swept in with the snow."

"Your Excellency 'Defiled Dark Crow'..."

"'The secret cultivator' called out softly, and cautiously took a half step back. He knew in his heart that with his own strength level, he would not only be of no help in such a fight, but might even cause trouble. It would be better to stay away from it."

"At least I can be resurrected."

"At most we'll lose a few bottles of destiny."

"At the same time, you also noticed the actions of the 'secret cultivator' and admired the cleverness of this woman. Then you turned your gaze back to the vast snow, where the phantoms of the monsters were becoming clearer and clearer, and a smile appeared on the corner of your mouth."

“A deep, hoarse, and slightly inexplicable voice came amidst the howling snowstorm… Dance, Nothingness, and bloom in the blood.”

"The 'black maid outfit' also suddenly appeared in the pure white world dyed by the wind and snow."

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Encountered monster siege right after setting out?

That's right, that's the old land, where weirdness and terror abound, absurdity and weirdness coexist, and the 'House of Truth' is located near the Lost Heaven. How could there be no twists and turns on the way there?

"Sir Lantern Bearer, this 'follower' of yours is really, really useful." Yang Qizhou was just thinking about it when he heard the admiring voice of the 'secret practitioner' in his ears.

He turned his head and saw the girl's eyes flashing with great desire...

This is also a matter of course. 'Wu' is a combat puppet synthesized from two quasi-legendary materials. Not only is he terrifyingly powerful, able to fight with the 'Angel God', his appearance is also amazing. He can fight and look good. Who wouldn't like such a tool man?

"It's quite useful..."

Yang Qizhou suddenly felt a sense of mischief and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Do you want to have this combat maid who is extremely beautiful, powerful, can kill enemies, act cute, and warm the bed... maybe I can consider it."

The 'Secret Cultivator' had seen through everything and said, "Forget it, Mr. Lantern Bearer, you will definitely not give away this 'Maid Figure'."

Tch, this is so boring.

Yang Qizhou shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his phone. There might be some twists and turns on the way to the 'House of Truth', but with the strength of his game character, nothing should go wrong.

He was quite looking forward to the forbidden relics left by the 'blasphemous wizard'.

The game continues.

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"This was a one-sided massacre..."

"The ghostly figure is like the dancing god of death in the snow. Wherever it goes, a cold light flashes, and those monsters will be dismembered in an instant. The strong smell of blood will also be accompanied by panic-filled wails."

"Under the killing power of Nothing, in just a few breaths, most of the monsters that were originally densely packed with blood-red eyes filled with malice and cruelty were slaughtered. The rest fled in panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The extremely cold frozen ground returned to its original state. Only the bloody flesh and bones proved what had just happened here."

"Just keep on your way."

"You shrugged your shoulders, as if to say, 'This little incident is not enough to cause any ripples in your heart.' You continued to move forward following the guidance of the 'God of Justice.'"

"The 'secret cultivator' has seen this kind of scene many times, so he was not shocked. He just sighed in his heart again. This 'maid figure' is really the crystallization of violence and art. Every time she takes action, it makes people feel both frightened and fascinated."

"You continue on your way."

"Under the guidance of the God of Justice, you have not lost your way and are still moving forward towards the east."

"Perhaps it was due to good luck, or perhaps the massacre that Wu had committed earlier was too horrific and frightened the monsters in the snow. In any case, you have not encountered any attacks along the way, and you have smoothly passed through the frozen ground and arrived at the second scene projected by the Temple of Justice, the endless desert."

"As long as we pass through here, we will reach the dark mountain next to the 'Lost Heaven'."

"The House of Truth is on the top of the mountain..."

"You are eager to try. You don't plan to stay. Keep going and move forward towards your goal."

"'The Secret Cultivator' naturally followed me. Thinking of his previous experiences, he was filled with regrets... Your Excellency 'Desecrated Dark Crow', if it weren't for you, it's really hard to imagine what kind of hardships I would have to go through to get here. No, maybe I wouldn't have been able to get here at all."

"You nodded in agreement... Now that I put it that way, it really is true."

"You're really rude."

"I want to be polite, but you are telling the truth."

"As you were asking and answering questions, you didn't stop walking. You officially left the extremely cold frozen land covered by white snow and arrived in the scorching desert covered by yellow sand."

“You are moving forward,”

"You keep going,"

"You have been on guard all along the way, alert for risks that may arise at any time. Just in case, you even placed 'Nothing' nearby to protect your own safety."

……

As for,
It's just a death. It's happened before. Anyway, we have the Fire Bottle of Destiny.

Seeing the overly cautious performance of the game character, Yang Qizhou couldn't help but complain. Of course, he could understand the other party's feelings. Ever since he had been to the 'Land of Light' and almost died in front of the terrifying 'beauty', the game character no longer took death lightly and would try to avoid danger as much as possible.

The game continues.

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"Contrary to your expectations... the monster attacks you imagined along the way did not occur. Except for the whistling sound of the wind blowing up the yellow sand, everything around was completely silent."

"Is it possible to cross the desert so easily?"

"After going through so many dangers, you no longer believe that there is a safe place in the Old Earth. A trace of disbelief arises in your heart."

"As this thought came to mind, a turbulent wave appeared beneath my feet."

"problem occurs……"

"Instinctively derived from the power of the 'Iron-Blooded God', you immediately jumped up and stood in mid-air. Then you snapped your fingers, and countless little demons gathered around you, like lifting a king, and pulled you up in mid-air, escaping this crisis."

"If you look down, you can see the endless yellow sand flowing like a river, gradually forming a vortex, and the middle part is flowing deep into the ground."

"I encountered quicksand."

"You sighed inwardly at your bad luck and searched around. Soon you found the 'secret cultivator' who was traveling with you. This beautiful lady has no ability to fly, and no blessing from the gods. Although she has eaten the flesh and blood of the ancient rulers and gained extraordinary power, she is still unable to resist the natural disaster. She was dragged by the torrent and fell into the depths involuntarily..."

"Sir, save me..."

"The shouts came from deep in the yellow sand."

"Originally, you were going to use the authority of the Demon Lord to summon the little demons and drag the Secret Cultivator out of the yellow sand. But at this moment, you suddenly discovered something. Not only did you stop rescuing him, but you also smiled and crossed your arms over your chest, looking like you were watching a show."

"you……"

……

The text was refreshing and Yang Qizhou was reading it with great interest when he suddenly felt a chilling gaze.

He scratched his temple subconsciously and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sir Lantern Bearer, I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the personality of your game character is similar to you in real life, hmmmm..." The voice of the secret cultivator was full of deep meaning. Thinking of the content in the text that described the 'Defiled Dark Crow' as not saving the dying, he felt furious.

Uh, um, um,
This was indeed something the game character did not do well. Yang Qizhou scratched the back of his head and cleverly changed the subject. "Ms. Mystic Cultivator, I've discovered before that my game character and I, the real player, have too many similarities. Sometimes, they even look like they were carved in a mirror. How about you? Do you feel the same way..."

The secret cultivator didn't really want to blame anyone. Of course, the main reason was that he didn't have the ability to do so. So after expressing his dissatisfaction, he just went with the flow.

"That's true. Sometimes I also feel that the behavior of the game characters and my thoughts are surprisingly similar."

It seems that he has been fooled. Yang Qizhou breathed a sigh of relief, but soon his face showed a little solemnity again, "Secret cultivator, perhaps the relationship between game characters and players is not that simple. It contains extremely shocking deep secrets."

The secret cultivator nodded and said, "I discovered this a long time ago. Sir Lantern Bearer, what about you..."

Yang Qizhou also nodded and said, "Me too, I discovered it a long time ago."

"..."

Both parties fell into silence for a moment, and then tacitly focused their eyes on their mobile phones. As for the matter of the game being sold, no one mentioned it again.

The game continues.

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"The wind and sand were howling, and you watched the figure of the 'secret cultivator' being gradually swallowed up. You were not in a hurry, as if you were waiting for something."

"The quicksand will soon be over,"

"A huge cave visible to the naked eye appeared before our eyes,"

"You were not surprised by this, as if you had expected it. You used the authority of the Demon King to control the little demon, entered the cave, and landed steadily on the top of the sand pile. A vast space with no end in sight appeared before your eyes."

"There is a hole in the quicksand,"

“This is actually a relic from an unknown era.”

"At this moment, a hand stretched out from the sand pile under your feet, followed by a head, then half of the body, and finally the whole person. She lay at your feet and coughed loudly. Who else could it be but the 'secret cultivator'?"

"Sir 'Defiled Dark Crow', why didn't you save me? I could have saved him then."

"A deep and gnashing voice came from the room, showing how much resentment the 'secret cultivator' had in his heart."

"You shrugged your shoulders... It's not my fault. It's just quicksand. I thought you could handle it. Besides, even if I didn't do anything, you wouldn't die. The huge space underground is enough for you to crawl out of the sand."

"A huge space?"

"These four words startled the 'secret practitioner'. He then looked around and found that it was indeed the case. Sunlight shone through the not-so-big cave, and one could vaguely see ancient buildings, holy icons that one had never seen before, and various stone sculptures."

"At the same time, the 'Secret Cultivator' seemed to sense something, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes, and whispered... The guidance of the 'God of Justice' has disappeared."

"what?"

"You frowned, but soon reacted, with a hint of surprise in your eyes... You mean, in this 'underground ruins', you can't sense the guidance of the 'God of Justice'."

"That's the truth, and you got a positive answer very quickly."

"It seems that this relic is not ordinary."

"You should be on guard in your heart. You should know that the 'God of Justice' is not an ordinary 'Angel God'. He has a terrible will resurrection and divine pollution. Even if he faces the 'Remaining Ring of the King of Truth', he can persist for a long time and be isolated from his guidance in the dark. This means that there is a possibility that a power at the level of the 'Lord of the Gods' exists in this relic."

"You said in a deep voice... Miss 'Secret Cultivator', I plan to explore this relic to see what secrets are inside. Do you want to wait here or come with me?"

"Danger and opportunity coexist, and you don't intend to let this opportunity go."

"Obviously, the 'secret cultivator' also knows the same thing. He gave a decisive answer without any hesitation... Mr. 'Desecrated Dark Crow', I want to go in with you."

"You nodded and didn't say anything else."

"After thinking for a moment, you took out a magical item that you hadn't used for a long time, the [Ancient God Fire Lamp], and saw the flames cut through the deep darkness, and the scene of the tip of the iceberg in the 'ruins' also appeared before your eyes."

"The top of the spiral, the irregular and unique buildings, are somewhat different from the scenes you saw on the old land."

"Because the brightness of the 'Ancient God Fire Lamp' is limited, you can only vaguely see the hazy outline."

"at this time."

"A cheerful voice sounded... Dad, Dad, this is a relic from the middle and late Third Epoch. It's just that it's very different from the mainstream style formed under the rule of the 'blasphemous wizards'. Perhaps it's related to a noble being who was hostile to the 'blasphemous wizards' back then."

(End of this chapter)