Soul of Negary - 680. Chapter 670 The Librarian's Evil God's Experiences (8)

At night Zhu Ping was called to change the guard and watch the night.

The morale of the three religions is not high these days. After all, they have been defeated. In addition, the past wars of the three religions have been internal wars. There are rarely such tragic situations.

Follow the leader on patrol and watch the night to prevent people from entering the army during the day and causing riots at night.

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

Although the captive camp did not have a name, the screams made from torture to extract a confession made it easy for people passing by to understand what it was.

There is no convention at this time, the interstellar colonization war is omnipotent, and intelligence is also extremely important. It is extremely normal to torture people for the sake of intelligence.

Zhu Ping took down the position and continued patrolling without much movement.

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

Zhu Ping was transferred to carry supplies, but the absence of fighting did not make the soldiers in the city barracks feel happy, even a little irritable.

It’s like waiting before execution is the most tormenting time.

On the third night, the atmosphere in the barracks became even more different. Both sides were probably ready. It is estimated that there will be another siege war tomorrow, and Zhu Ping will also have his turn to vigil again.

In the barracks at night, apart from the rustling of the cold wind, there were only the wailing 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 barracks.

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

Is there any hope in this world? Can the Three Religions continue to exist?

Zhu Ping could even imagine that the Three Religions had been retreating all the way into the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, but the heaven and earth vitality of the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm was far inferior to that of the Heavenly Origin.

After the death of a few old strong men, the new generation could not even guard the boundary, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.

Isn’t it better to die for this desperate future?

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

Sanjiao died, so what despair could he have? The previous thoughts were not normal.

Zhu Ping, who reacted, quickly broke free of the despair that almost wrapped him, and then a puff of blood was spilled 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 engaged in suicide fighting, the kind that I stab you and you stab me.

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

In many camps along the way, desperate wailing sounded, and the desperate breath that made people want to commit suicide was spreading rapidly.

Zhu Ping raised his head, and a trace of fire flashed through his slightly squinted eyes.

Enveloping the entire military camp, there is a thin layer of green mist. Under the constant distortion, it forms a mysterious creature with hundreds of appendages like centipedes, but with a body in the shape of a spherical brain.

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

“Does God and Demon exist?” Zhu Ping felt that his head was hammered by something, his tinnitus buzzed, and a feeling of extreme nausea 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, I have no possibility of living. If this is the case, then why not die, it’s okay to die, and don’t have to face this kind of existence.

This kind of despair is transmitted along the tinnitus. When people’s logical thinking ability can’t keep up, the probability of people following their ideas is very high.

Some tenacious soldiers of the Three Sects were not crushed by despair, but after seeing the huge monster entrenched in the sky above the barracks, their hearts were directly destroyed and they chose to commit suicide under the coercion of despair.

Zhu Ping shook his head, expelled these desperate emotions from 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 barracks, a huge internal force was mixed in the flute sound, stirring the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, shaking the distorted blue smoke, and also some people who were wrapped in despair from it. Awake.

“It seems that the masters in the military have finally reacted.” Zhu Ping thought silently: “If you say the sound of the flute, you should be a Confucian scholar of the top three.”

“Incorporating the Confucian mythology of martial arts, Zhongdingqi, and the art of flute and sound, into my own style of mythology of martial arts, and loves calligraphy and painting, so he claims to be three masters.”

This kind of mass information is occasionally passed on during breaks in the barracks, boasting of their own Valkyrie and improving their morale.

The mythical martial arts “Zhong Ding Qi Xue Jing” is a very wide range of martial arts. From the two characters Zhong Ding, we can see that Zhong Ding itself has the functions of ritual vessel, sacrificial vessel, drinking vessel, container or daily necessities.

This mythical martial arts is engraved on a large cauldron.

Ordinary people can learn the knowledge of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., or various etiquettes even if they have obtained Zhongdingqi Learning Classics.

The knowledge inside is too complicated, and people without understanding can’t get power at all from this mythical martial arts.

It can be said that the situation that each generation of Zhongdingqi studies finally shows is not the same.

When Sanjue struck the great cauldron at the beginning, he realized the true meaning of magic power from the great cauldron’s voice, summarized the knowledge in it, and finally formed his own rhythmic ability.

Communicate the world with rhythm and release all kinds of abilities.

Zhu Ping is now considered to have seen some mythological martial arts. After hearing the sound of the flute, he began to think, where is the truth in the sound of the flute?

But afterwards, Zhu Ping couldn’t find out its special features from the sound of the flute.

It was very nice and it could arouse the vitality of the world, but Zhu Ping had nothing to gain.

“Maybe it is possible to understand it after seeing the original, but probably there will be no chance in the future.” It is impossible for the Three Sects to bring their mythical martial arts inheritance originals out of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and he will not go back inside.

I quietly entered the prisoner camp, where there were already a large number of deaths and injuries. A large number of impersonal prisoners, surrounded by desperation, had long lost their will to resist.

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

Grasping the captive, Zhu Ping started the “Lun Zhuan Tianxu Magical Art”, he was Yang and Yin in his hands, driving him into a state of exercise, and then invaded his consciousness and began to read his memory.

When the internal force of the yin and yang transformation was agitated, the opponent’s body exploded into a blood mist. In the blood mist, Zhu Ping’s body changed rapidly and became the opponent’s appearance.