Soul of Negary

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At night, Zhu Ping was called to change the guard.

The morale of the three religions is not high these days. After all, they have been defeated all the time. In addition, the previous wars of the three religions were all internal wars, and there were few such tragic situations.

Follow the leader to patrol the night to prevent people from sneaking into the army during the day and causing riots at night.

Zhu Ping, who worked silently, remembered the prison camp.

Although the prison camp did not have a name written on it, the screams from the torture extortion made it easy for passers-by to understand where it was.

At this time, there is no agreement. The interstellar colonial war is omnipotent, and intelligence is extremely important. For the sake of intelligence, it is extremely normal to torture people.

Zhu Ping wrote down the location and continued to patrol without too much movement.

Time passed in this boring patrol. The Federation did not launch an attack on the second day and the third day, and both sides were quickly repairing.

Zhu Ping was transferred to carry supplies, but the lack of battle did not make the soldiers in the city's barracks feel happy and even a little irritable.

It's like waiting before execution is the most torturous time.

On the third night, the atmosphere of the barracks became even more different. Both sides were probably ready. It was estimated that there would be a siege battle tomorrow, and Zhu Ping was again his turn to watch the night.

In the barracks at night, apart from the sound of the cold wind, there were only the whining and crying of the soldiers' grunts.

Only serious injuries will be sent to the rear for treatment, and those with minor injuries can only continue to stay in the military camp.

The cold wind accompanied those voices, and a despair mixed with an inexplicable chill appeared in Zhu Ping's heart.

Is there still hope in this world, and can the three religions continue to exist?

Zhu Ping could even think that the three sects retreated all the way to the secret realm of Tianyuan, but the vitality of the heaven and earth in the secret realm of Tianyuan was far inferior to that of Tianwaitian, so the generation of warriors of the three religions was not as good as the first generation.

After several old strong men died, the new generation could not even hold the gate, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.

In this hopeless future, why not die?

As soon as the above idea came out, Zhu Ping felt that something was wrong.

The three religions will die if they die. What despair can he have? The previous thought is not normal.

Zhu Ping, who had reacted, quickly broke free from the despair that almost wrapped him, and then a blood splashed on his face.

The soldier in front of him fell down with a look of despair, and the blood-stained Pu Dao fell to the ground.

And some soldiers are fighting suicide, that is, I stab you with a sword, and you cut me with a sword.

Zhu Ping did not go to stop it, but turned around immediately, first sounded the alarm, and then quietly went to the prison camp.

In many camps along the way, there were screams of despair, and the despairing breath that made people want to commit suicide was spreading rapidly.

Zhu Ping raised his head, and there was a flash of fire in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Covering the entire military camp, there is a thin layer of green mist, and under constant distortion, it forms a mysterious creature with hundreds of centipede-like appendages, but the body is shaped like a spherical brain.

In the gap like a ravine in the opponent's brain, a large amount of blue smoke continued to emerge from it, and then after the soldiers committed suicide in despair, more blue smoke poured into the body of this existence. make it more solid.

"Does it exist at the level of gods and demons?" Zhu Ping felt that his head was hammered by something, the tinnitus buzzed, and an extremely disgusting feeling appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.

At the same time, there is also a deep despair. In front of this kind of gods and demons, there is no possibility for me to live. If this is the case, why not die, it is better to die, and there is no need to face this existence.

This kind of despair is passed along with tinnitus, when people's logical thinking ability can't keep up,

The probability of letting people follow the idea is very high.

Some stubborn soldiers of the Three Religions were not defeated by despair at first, but after seeing the huge monster entrenched in the sky above the military camp, their minds were directly broken, and they chose to commit suicide under the coercion of despair.

Zhu Ping shook his head, put these despairing emotions out of his mind, and walked towards the prison camp with his head down.

At the same time, the crisp sound of the flute sounded in the military camp, and a huge internal force was mixed in the flute sound, stirring the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, shaking the distorted blue smoke, and also removing some people wrapped in despair from it. Wake up.

"It seems that the masters in the army have finally responded." Zhu Ping thought silently: "If the flute sounds, it should be the three outstanding scholars of Confucianism."

"Incorporating the Confucian mythology and martial arts Zhongdingqixuejing into the flute technique, it has formed my own style of mythology and martial arts. In addition, I like painting and calligraphy, so I call myself the three best."

This kind of public information is occasionally passed on in the military camp during breaks, boasting of their own martial arts and improving their morale.

The mythological martial arts "Zhong Ding Qi Xue Jing" is a martial art with a very wide span. From the word "Zhong Ding", it can be seen that the Zhong Ding itself has the functions of a ritual vessel, a sacrificial vessel, a wine vessel, a container or a daily necessities.

This piece of mythical martial arts is engraved on a big tripod.

Even if ordinary people get the bells and dings to study the classics, they can learn the knowledge of qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., or various etiquette.

The knowledge inside is too complicated, and people without comprehension will not be able to gain power from this mythical martial arts.

It can be said that the final situation of each generation of Zhongding Qixuejing is not the same.

When Sanjue knocked on the cauldron, he realized the true meaning of divine power from the sound of the cauldron, summarized the knowledge in it, and finally formed his own rhythm ability.

Communicate heaven and earth with rhythm and release all kinds of abilities.

Zhu Ping has seen some mythical martial arts now. After hearing the flute, he began to think, where is the truth in the flute?

But then Zhu Ping couldn't find its special features from the flute.

It blows very nicely and can arouse the vitality of heaven and earth. Apart from that, Zhu Ping has nothing to gain.

"Perhaps we have to see the original to understand, but probably there will be no chance in the future." It is impossible for the three sects to bring their original mythical martial arts inheritance out of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and he will not go back inside.

He quietly entered the prison camp, where a large number of dead and wounded, a large number of inhuman captives, wrapped in the breath of despair, the will has long lost resistance.

Searching all the way, Zhu Ping finally found a still alive prisoner in the inner position.

Seizing the prisoner, Zhu Ping started the "Rotational Heavenly False Magic", he was yang and his hands were yin, which led him to enter the state of exercise, and then invaded his consciousness and began to read his memory.

When the internal force almost transformed from yin and yang surged, the opponent's body exploded into a blood mist. In the blood mist, Zhu Ping's body changed rapidly and became the appearance of the opponent.

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