Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Not only the people in the trial scene, but even the few trialists who came in at the same time as Song Qingxiao raised their heads with an incredible expression on their faces.

From their eyes, Song Qingxiao could see that these people thought she was crazy.

They arrived for the first time, and the situation was unknown. She kicked the desk and chair first, and it was enough to attract the attention of these people.

At this time, the old man holding the book and the blond beauty finally had to mention the key information about "him". At this time, not only did she not listen well, but instead turned her attention to the monk carrying the thorns.

Not only did they interrupt the key conversations of these people, they also went to take care of the others.

Girl No. 1 with an indifferent expression frowned, a sneer appeared in her eyes, and there was no sound.

Everyone turned their heads, and even the people covered by the black robe slowly opened those scarlet eyes and stared at the boldness chosen by the sun-worship court with a weird look.' Newcomer'.

Except for the aborigines in the trial scenes, people who can participate in trials of this level are not all fools. This monk is weird and the blood flowing out is not right.

When he smelled the **** smell, the man with slightly pointed ears sitting next to him was busy avoiding it, which proved that the self-abusing monk was not an ordinary person.

Everyone didn't know if she was pretending to be stupid, and all the people sitting around the table were silent for a while.

"I think he looks a little bit painful." In the face of these people's silent gazes, Song Qingxiao withstood the suppression of the powerful mental power and slowly said:

"Is this thorn poisonous?"

The monk raised his head. He had been hanging his neck down, like a dying and dejected person, making it difficult to see his face, except for the dense beard on both sides of his cheek.

At this moment, as he raised his head, what caught everyone's eyes was an extremely hideous skull slowly rising up, which was terrifying.

‘Hi--’ The sturdy man #3 let out a faint gasp, and when the other trialists saw the monk's appearance, their pupils tightened.

He looked in the direction of Song Qingxiao who was speaking, and was silent, but it caused a lot of pressure on people.

The handsome young man sitting next to him and Number One moved to the side at the moment he raised his head, seeming to treat him as a plague god, trying to avoid it.

In fact, the moment Song Qingxiao raised his head, Leng might look a little surprised.

But soon she calmed down.

In the trial scene, she not only encountered ghosts, corpses, etc., but was also besieged by skeletons when escaping from the terror camp. She had long been resistant to the existence of ‘living skeletons’ in action.

Therefore, after the initial surprise, under the monk's gaze, she not only did not look away from her, but instead looked at him with interest.

Upon closer inspection, Song Qingxiao found that his eyes were grayish white and very turbid, like glass with a lot of impurities and bubbles. The moment they looked at each other, it was extremely uncomfortable.

His face was pale, almost invisible to blood.

And all the blood and energy gathered together, forming a large number of bluish spots, densely distributed around his eyes, nasal cavity, and the corners of his mouth.

Under the dim lights in the carriage, the atmosphere was very strange, so that his face suddenly looked like a walking skull, which was daunting.

After seeing clearly that what was in front of him was only a living ‘person’, Song Qingxiao became interested in his power again.

His power is different from the white-robed old man holding a rod, with a gloomy, desperate aura, and like his blood, it seems to have a special magical power.

This kind of power is not magical, it is subtly similar to the influence of magical energy, but it is not inconsistent.

She couldn't help thinking of her own Qing Ming Ling, Qing Ming Ling most likes to inhale the devil qi and the yin ghost qi, these two powers seem to be of great benefit to it.

Whether it was in the Yulun Void Realm, or after breaking into the ancient house in the northern suburbs to absorb the power of the evil corpse held by the Fan clan, Qing Mingling's power increased.

Although she was trapped in the hidden world, she never had the opportunity to show it.

But as the owner of it after the blood contract, its small movements can't be concealed from Song Qing's small eyes.

I don't know if the weird power Qing Ming Ling on this monk can be swallowed, and after swallowing, I don't know if it will mutate.

She made up her mind that if there is a chance, she must get some blood from this monk and let Qing Mingling give it a try.

Others didn't know the thoughts in her mind. At this moment, after seeing her and the monk looking at each other, the blond beauty in white robe who was still sad on her face barely spoke out:

"Don't worry." Her tone was soft, but she seemed a little afraid of the monk.

While speaking, he moved his body, and his upper body subconsciously moved away from the monk's direction:

"Hayas is an ascetic monk—"

"Ascetic monk?" Song Qingxiao interrupted her when hearing this, and asked.

This gentle beauty didn't mind her attitude. Hearing her question, she nodded patiently and explained:

"Yes. The monks in the federation are divided into two factions. One is the servants of the main god, who brings the will of the **** to the believers of the federation. They are worshipped by the believers and use the power of the main **** to help them solve problems."

When she said this, she couldn't help but glance at Hayas, whose face looked like a skeleton ghost, smiled at him slightly, and then said:

"The other kind is the ascetic monk with Hayas as the main one."

Hearing her words, Hayas looked dumb and did not respond. His eyes, like dead fish, did not show patience because of his pain.

It seems that his whole person's consciousness has been separated from his body, and he doesn't care about the severe pain in his body.

"The ascetic monk bears sin with his body, and regards the filthy flesh as a bondage. So the thorns on Hayas' body are just a means of practice."

This blond and blue-eyed beauty was extremely gentle, and also softly explained Song Qing's questions:

"Their practice comes from pain. The more painful they are, the stronger their power is, so there is no need for treatment."

She seemed to have a very good impression of Song Qingxiao's ‘kind and considerate’ words, and even explained Hayas’ cultivation methods in detail.

The other people looked calm, even Na Hayas didn't refute, so Hayas' method of penance should not be a big secret among this group of people.

Song Qingxiao casually asked what seemed to be an unreasonable card, but he found out the secret of Hayas' practice.

Among the twelve people on the train, Hayas is an ascetic monk whose strength comes from pain; while the old man in the white robe uses the staff in his hand to perform a weird, magic-like secret technique.

In just a few minutes, Song Qingxiao actually figured out some doorways for the two of the twelve middle schools.

While keeping in mind what the blond beauty said, Yihao and others were wary of Song Qingxiao's methods.

"The ascetic monk is mainly Hayas?" Song Qingxiao did not pay attention to the defenses of No.1 and others. Instead, he remembered what the beauty said, caught the key points in her words, and said doubt.

As soon as she said this, the beauty was stunned.

"In the Federation, there are such ignorant people!" Hearing Song Qingxiao's conversation with the blonde beauty, the man in purple sitting by the window couldn't help rubbing his slender and white fingers, his face showing a bit of arrogance. And mockery.

Song Qingxiao glanced at him faintly, and saw that his slender eyes were squinted, and the contemptuous and contemptuously exposed from his eyes. Facing Song Qingxiao's gaze, he not only didn't feel embarrassed, but on the contrary. Even more brazenly, he sneered coldly.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Song Qingxiao asked.

The cold and arrogant man turned his head, and seemed to disdain to talk to her, as if looking at her was a great gift.

"Hayas is indeed the leader of the will among the ascetic monks." The woman spoke very understandingly, dissolving the embarrassment caused by the arrogant attitude of the man in purple clothes:

"In the Federation, after more than three hundred years of development, the ascetic faction has become a very large force, and Harris is the **** of their faith."

"More than three hundred years?" Song Qingxiao couldn't help pursing her lips when she heard what the woman said, "Did he create the penance faction?"

The question she asked seemed extremely incredible to the twelve people, and everyone who heard her conversation with the woman seemed to be taken aback.

The'Man' sitting on Song Qingxiao's left hand did not respond.'He' seemed to be asleep, and his whole body was covered in a blue cloak like that black robe, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. , There was no movement or anger, just like a dead person.

The man in the purple robe at the beginning did not say a word, but his grin was reflected on the window, revealing a vague shadow of sarcasm.

After a brief surprise at the beginning, Hayas did not make a sound like a stone carving.

He doesn't seem to be interested in everything around him, even if Song Qingxiao and the woman are talking to him, but for him, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

The low prayers sounded again, and he dropped his head again, bending his back even more.

The thorns bound on his back plunged deeply into his flesh and blood, and the thorns gripped his flesh, tearing his flesh, and making a chilling sound of ‘belching’.

The blood poured out from the wound and was absorbed by the old monk robe on his body, turning into black and red shadows, burrowing through his robe, as if he wanted to weave one. Unique totem.

The black robe, who had closed his eyes, relaxed his back and leaned on the train bench, sat up straight again.

Under the shadow formed by the black robe, a pair of red light bulb-like eyes flickered, opened them, and stared at Song Qing closely, as if looking at something novel.

The woman and the old man holding the book looked at each other, their faces were surprised and unexpected.

"Yes -" the woman said with some doubts, and answered Song Qing's question.

The atmosphere inside the train suddenly became a little weird, Song Qingxiao felt that as soon as she said her question, everyone seemed to be looking at her secretly.

Not only the black robe, the blond beauty, the old man, and the wizard with his wand in his hands, but the purple robe man was watching himself through the reflection of the train window.

The ‘person’ who had been sitting beside her without movement seemed to have regained consciousness, even though ‘he’ still kept his head down, as if he was asleep.

He did not raise his head, and took off the hat on the head of'he'. It was still as quiet as dead, but Song Qingxiao could feel that'he' had regained consciousness, but he was cold and cold from another angle. Staring at himself.

The gaze of these people formed a strange and powerful pressure, firmly pressing on her shoulders.

Even if the woman opened her mouth to speak, the atmosphere of silence seemed unbroken, very strange.

Under the dim light, there was fine dust rolling in the light. These twelve people seemed to have an unannounced secret, which made the atmosphere more condensed.

The unknown situation and the seemingly invisible gaze formed a strong oppressive force. Song Qingxiao held everyone's gaze and spoke again:

"Really?" Her voice was very calm, and it spread clearly into everyone's ears under the atmosphere of the carriage:

"He looks very young."

Everyone's expressions were even more weird, and the old man in white robe with the staff trembled his brows and made no sound.

‘Rumble—’ The wheels of the train rubbed against the rails quickly, making a deafening noise.

But at this time, the sound seemed to be isolated, and a unique small world seemed to be formed inside the carriage.

The vague laughs and conversations in the other carriages disappeared in an instant, and the carriages where Song Qingxiao and others were sitting were all quiet and strange.

The testers all watched Song Qing Xiaohuo secretly, and did not make a sound. They were ready to sit back and reap the benefits and obtain information from her questioning.

"For the ascetic monk, every practice is a complete reincarnation." The woman and the old man holding the book looked at each other again, as if she could see that Song Qingxiao really had nothing. Knowing, she explained:

"Pain, sin, death, rebirth, this is a reincarnation, and it also represents a growing year."

The woman said patiently: "So appearance can't judge Harris' true age~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In other words, after he has experienced a complete practice, he is considered to have grown by one year?" Song Qingxiao heard this. , I have a whole new understanding of the weirdness of the people in this mission scene.

She took a deep look at Harris, who was hanging down her head and still chanting the scriptures softly, and questioned.

"Yes." The woman nodded, confirming Song Qingxiao's guess.

As a result, it is difficult to verify the specific age of Harris.

However, this blonde beauty said that the penance school was created by him. After more than three hundred years of development, it has become a force that cannot be underestimated.

This proves that Harris has lived for at least three hundred years.

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