Chapter 664 Cursed Journey

Mu Shaoan did not take his brother Mu Shaojun's affairs to heart, at least on the surface.

He still led the team out in a hurry. His original plan was to rely on the intelligence given by a certain independent trumpet and choose a weak route to break out, but Zhang Yang generously took out the dream high-speed rail this time, first detoured to the dream dimension, and then returned to the plane coordinates where a certain independent trumpet was located, that is, near the collapsed plane radiation wheel where the ancient human curse branch was suspected to be located.

The whole process is much more complicated, but it is absolutely safe.

As a result, Zhang Yang also benefited from being able to watch the live broadcast.

"He is really a self-reliant, hardworking, intelligent and brave little Trumpet. He even has the courage to name himself Yang Chaochao. In this respect, he is more courageous and more blessed than I was back then."

"Back then, I was really penniless. I was sold out by the Subject and the Fate Remnant, and then exiled to the Fifth Sequence. I had no choice but to go to the world of Pendor to grow up. If it weren't for the Subject's excessive recklessness, I might not even be as well off as my little cousin now."

"And this small account Yang Chaochao starts out with the strength of a god. He has the complete bloodline inheritance of the ancient witch clan and a seal of the God of Plague. The first pot of gold he is going to dig is a ruined plane, and he is very likely to hit the jackpot. He is really like a God-given pig's trotter template."

"The only pity is that the opportunity has passed. No matter how hard you fly, you can't replace it."

Zhang Yang sat on an indestructible little stool, holding a bowl of Fire Cloud popcorn in his left hand and a cup of Xuanbing watermelon juice in his right hand, eating and commenting at the same time. In front of him was a suspended super-dimensional picture, which could change the panoramic view at will, with a maximum field of view of 100,000 kilometers, a delay of 0.001 seconds, and twelve observation modes, making him feel as if he was actually there.

Well, this camera is a brick entrusted to Mu Shaoan to bring over, which is also the blank template of the plane village construction order created by Zhang Yang himself. Although Yang Chaochao was furious when he saw this thing, everything in the world cannot escape the law of the word "true fragrance", right? Okay, the live broadcast begins, no swiping the screen!

Zhang Yang's body and mind were instantly devoted to a great sword master named Qin Shu. He was a sword master disciple promoted by his younger cousin, and was also an alias of Zhang Yang.

Ahem, this really wasn't his intention. He, Zhang, is an upright and open-minded person, so he doesn't bother to spy on others. This is purely because Mu Shaoan and the little Qin Shu hit it off eight hundred years ago and felt that they were very much to his liking. Later, Qin Shu was won over to work under Mu Shaoan and became one of the ten most trusted people under him.

In fact, to be honest, Zhang Yang's small account Qin Shu is not that good, but he is good at shaking the mountains and rivers in all directions, the sun and the moon, and destroying the demon monument. This was something Zhang Yang learned from a down-and-out cultivator when he was a small account eight thousand years ago (the fourth sequence timeline).

This magical power itself is nothing special.

At that time, Zhang Yang divided a wisp of his true spirit into a small trumpet, allowing him to study this magical power when he had nothing to do. After all, he lacked a trump card back then, and even his disciples could hardly suppress him.

In short, this trumpet is really just a practice trumpet.

Later, Zhang Yang became more powerful and had more powerful magical powers, so the magical power of the Linshanhe Sun and Moon Demon-Slaying Monument and the trumpet used for practice were abandoned.

But he abandoned it, but Qin Shu's small account could not be abandoned at all, because Zhang Yang's small account and other people's clone-like magical powers were of completely different nature. The latter directly tore apart the true spirit, so the small account could have its own independent thinking mode, in addition to being highly identified with the main body.

Therefore, Zhang Yang was unable to return to practice the trumpet at that time, and the greatest obsession in the life of this trumpet practitioner became to study this magical power day and night.

So in the blink of an eye, seven thousand years passed.

The trainee nickname Qin Shu managed to upgrade the Linshanhe Sun and Moon Demon-Slaying Stele, which was originally only considered a profound-level magical power, to the level of a divine skill.

Then, when Mu Shaoan saw it, he felt like he had found a treasure - oh, what could Zhang Yang do? He was also helpless.

"You've brought too many people with you. Let me be frank with you. The curse hidden in this ruined world is very special. If you lose people, don't say that I, your cousin, didn't warn you."

09Xiaohao said very seriously that although Mu Shaoan was an ancient god with grasshopper legs, and was followed by his cheap disciples Li Gouhai, Jiang Rong and others, he was not afraid at all. As a god who had mastered and activated the entire bloodline inheritance of the ancient witch clan, as long as he was still on earth, he could defeat everyone.

Moreover, during this period of time, he constantly used the Thousand Eyes and turned stones into gold to fish, and successfully obtained a wisp of residual spirit of the Heavenly Dao. Now, after several years of nurturing, he can barely be regarded as one thousandth of the Dao ancestor of this ruined world.

This is his own territory, so of course he has the confidence to speak.

"Don't worry, I know the rules, and I will never blame you if anything goes wrong." Mu Shaoan acted very relaxed. Only Li Gouhai, Jiang Rong, Ji Ming, Gou Dao, and Zhu Ti felt something was wrong. They had just found out that the guy in front of them, sometimes called Yang Yangyang and sometimes called Yang Chaochao, was actually the alias of their own master. Even though it was a alias, and a traitor at that, it was still the alias of their master who knew them very well. So, they could only remain silent and ignore him the whole time.

"Well, let's go. Everyone follow me and prohibit all magical powers."

09 With a wave of his hand, a handful of fine sand flew out, like cotton wool, and swelled in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a khaki ball the size of a basketball.

The sphere spreads downward, constantly twisting and changing, avoiding certain areas.

“That’s awesome!”

Seeing this scene, Mu Shaoan's eyes widened and he exclaimed in admiration. No wonder Fatty Zhang said that the ancient witch tribe was the best at hiding. With this skill of hiding, if they don't hide, who would dare to hide? "Follow up, everyone, step on the ball. This thing can automatically absorb all the law auras emitted by us. It is really a necessary magical power for home travel, murder and arson. Hey, cousin Yang Yang Yang, teach me this magical power later!"

"Okay, as long as you are willing to replace it with the blood of the ancient witch clan, all their inheritance is hidden in the blood. As long as all of them can be activated, you can have as many magical powers like this as you want." 09 Xiaohao said unhappily.

"Are there any side effects of replacing the ancient witch clan's bloodline?" Mu Shaoan asked quickly.

"No, you can change it. I have ten copies left. I'll give them to you for free."

"Well, let me think about it again." Mu Shaoan smiled awkwardly. Only a fool would believe that. He would have to consult Fatty Zhang about this matter. It seemed that Fatty Zhang had cracked the inheritance of the ancient witch clan. It was necessary to master the magical power of concealing one's aura.

The earth balls released by the 09 trumpet seemed to be endless. The fifty-one people in their group stepped on the earth balls and flew towards the center of the plane as if they were descending a ladder to heaven.

The entire process did not disturb this dilapidated plane at all.

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Even Mu Shaoan was amazed by this.

Because their group is really strong, being very strong means that the laws will be greatly disturbed, and it also means that the pressure on the plane will be very great. If this ruined plane is at the lower limit of dimensionality reduction, it is very likely to be a disaster.

But because those khaki balls were too strange, they perfectly absorbed the aura of their laws.

After traveling tens of thousands of kilometers downward, Mu Shaoan suddenly asked, "Cousin Yang, could it be that someone has deliberately set up a trap here? Because no one would be so stupid as to explore a plane that is about to be reduced in dimension."

"Yes, this is a trap, a trap set by the ancient god 'Game'. This outer ruined plane is a suspicious array. Anyone who dares to trespass, as long as his strength exceeds that of a god, will immediately trigger dimensionality reduction, and will also alarm the ancient god 'Game'. However, after six months of observation, I still found out the pattern. If there was not a link below that I could not get through alone, do you think I would ask you to cooperate to make a fortune?"

As he spoke, No. 09 also manipulated various ancient witchcrafts with great skill, shooting out earth balls of various sizes in front of him. This was a skill that only the ancient witches had. Otherwise, no one could easily break through this dimensionality reduction trap that was more than 100,000 kilometers long.

After a while, a large patch of gray fog finally appeared in front of them. In the fog, there were densely packed eyes looking at them, the uninvited guests.

09 did not remind the small account either, because there was no need. The weakest in their group were all Mahayana Law Masters, which was equivalent to the strength of ordinary gods. How could they be affected by such a small curse?

"Below is the lair of the ancient god 'Game', or in my opinion, it is more like a laboratory for him to study curses. After my exploration and analysis over this period of time, I am at least 60% sure that the ancient god 'Game' is most likely an ancient human race. To be more specific, it should be the only survivor of the curse branch of the ancient human race, because the ancient humans in the other curse branches are all dead, either they killed themselves or were killed by the ancient god 'Game'. In short, those who play with curses are all crazy."

09Xiaohao said seriously, and then cast nine kinds of enhancement spells on himself in one breath. It can be seen that he is extremely afraid of the world under the gray fog.

"If you are not strong enough, stop here." 09Xiaohao turned around and pointed at Li Gouhai, Jiang Rong, Ji Ming, Gou Dao, Zhu Ti and ten other people. "They and you can go in, and the rest will die. But even if it is Li Gouhai and the others, if they encounter danger in there, I will not rescue them. Don't think that we have a master-disciple relationship to rely on."

"That's it!"

Mu Shaoan smiled and said, "Without three or two, how dare you go to the west? Don't worry, we each have a Plague God Seal. Isn't this a luxurious configuration!"

"One for each person? Is Fatty Zhang crazy or are you crazy?" No. 09 was stunned. This golden light was overwhelming!

"Hahaha!"

Mu Shaoan laughed loudly, obviously not wanting to share his Plague God Seal Optimization 2.0, and even more so, not wanting to share Qin Shu, his special subordinate.

(End of this chapter)