Soul of Negary Vol 9 Chapter 50: Librarian's Evil God Insights (8)

At night, Zhu Ping was called up to change his guard.
These days, the people of the Three Religions are not very popular. After all, they have been defeated. In addition, the previous wars of the Three Religions are internal wars. There are very few such tragic situations.
Follow the team leader to patrol the vigil to prevent someone from mixing into the army during the day and to cause riots at night.
Zhu Ping, who worked silently, remembered the captive camp.
Although the captive camp did not have a name written on it, the screams made by torture for confessions made it easy for people passing by to understand where it was.
At this time, there was no convention. The interstellar colonial war was omnipotent, and intelligence was extremely important. For the sake of intelligence, it is very normal to torture people who are not adults.
Zhu Ping noted the position and continued to patrol without excessive movement.
Time passed in this boring patrol. The federation did not attack on the third day of the next day, and both sides were repairing quickly.
Zhu Ping was transferred to carry materials, but without fighting did not make the soldiers in the city's military barracks, the soldiers felt happy, and even a trace of irritability.
It's like waiting before execution, when it is the most tormenting time.
On the third night, the atmosphere of the military camp became more different. The two sides were probably ready. It is estimated that there will be a siege battle tomorrow, and Zhu Ping will once again be his vigil.
In the barracks at night, in addition to the blast of cold wind, there were only the wailing and crying of the soldiers' snoring that had been heard from time to time.
Only serious injuries will be sent to the rear for treatment, while those with minor injuries can only continue to stay in the barracks.
The cold wind accompanied those voices, and a desperate chill appeared in Zhu Ping's heart.
Is there any hope in this world, can the Three Religions continue to exist?
Zhu Ping can even think that the Three Religions have been defeated and shrunk all the way into the Tianyuan Secret Realm.
After the death of several strong men, the new generation could not hold the boundary gate, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.
This desperate future might as well die?
As soon as the above idea came out, Zhu Ping felt something was wrong.
The three religions died, he could have any despair, the previous idea was not normal.
The responding Zhu Ping quickly broke away from the desperation that almost wrapped him, and then blood spilled on his face.
The soldier in front of him fell down in despair, and the blood-stained Piao Dao fell to the ground.
And some soldiers are committing suicide fights, the kind that I stabbed you, you cut me.
Zhu Ping did not go to stop, but turned around immediately, first sounded the alarm, and then quietly went to the captive camp.
Amidst many camps along the way, there was a cry of despair, the breath of despair that made people want to commit suicide was spreading rapidly.
Zhu Ping raised his head, a slight flash of fire flashed through his squinted eyes.
Over the entire barracks, there is a thin layer of blue mist. Under constant distortion, a mysterious creature with hundreds of appendages like a centipede, but a body shaped like a spherical brain, is formed.
In the other party's gaps like brain gullies, a large amount of green smoke continued to emerge from it, and then after the soldiers committed suicide, more green smoke poured into this existing body, Make it more solid.
"Is there a demon level?" 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 the face of this kind of devil, I have no possibility of survival. In this case, why not die, why die, it is better not to face this existence.
This despair passes along the tinnitus. When people's logical thinking ability can't keep up, the probability that people will follow the idea is very high.
Some tenacious soldiers of the Three Religions had not been defeated by despair, but after seeing the huge monster entrenched in the barracks, their hearts were directly broken, and they chose to commit suicide under the desperation.
Zhu Ping shook his head, draining these desperate feelings from his mind, and headed down to the captive camp.
At the same time, a crisp flute sounded in the barracks, a huge internal force mixed in the flute sound, stirring the surrounding world and earth, distorting the constantly distorted green smoke, and also some people wrapped in despair from it Wake up.
"It seems that the masters in the army have finally responded." Zhu Ping thought silently: "The words of Di Yin should be the scholars of Confucianism."
"Incorporating the Confucian mythology martial arts Zhongding instrument study classics into flute skills, forming mythological martial arts of my own style, and also loving painting and calligraphy, so he claimed to be a must."
Occasionally, this kind of public information barracks will be passed on during breaks, boasting of its own martial arts and improving its morale.
The mythological martial arts "Zhong Ding Instrument Study Classic" is a martial art with a very wide span. From the word Zhong Ding, it can be seen that Zhong Ding itself has the functions of ceremonial utensils, sacrificial utensils, wine utensils, utensils or daily necessities.
This mythological martial art is engraved on a great tripod.
Ordinary people can learn knowledge such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, or various etiquettes, even if they have learned the Zhongding instrument.
The knowledge in it is too complicated, and people without savvy cannot gain power from this mythological martial art.
It can be said that the final situation of each generation of Zhong Ding Ji Xue Jing is different.
Sanjue struck Dading at first, realized the true meaning of the magical power from Dading's voice, summed up the knowledge in it, and finally formed his own musical ability.
Communicate the world with the rhythm and release all kinds of abilities.
Zhu Ping has now seen some mythological martial arts. After hearing the flute, he began to think, where is the truth in the flute?
However, Zhu Ping failed to discover its speciality from the sound of the flute.
The sound is very good, and it can spur the vitality of the world. Besides, Zhu Ping has nothing to gain.
"Perhaps it is only possible to see the original to understand it, but probably there will be no chance in the future." The Sanjiao cannot take their original mythical martial arts heritage out of the Tianyuan secret realm, and he will not go back inside.
Quietly entered the captive camp. There was a large number of dead and wounded inside. A large number of impersonal captives, wrapped in despair, had long lost their resistance.
Searching all the way, Zhu Ping finally found a living prisoner in the position near the back.
Grabbing the captive, Zhu Ping started the "Revolving Heavenly Deficiency God Skill". He became Yang and Yin in his hand, driving him into the state of Yun Gong, then invaded his consciousness and began to read his memory.
When the internal force of almost yin and yang transformation was agitated, the other party's body exploded into a blood mist. In the blood mist, Zhu Ping's body quickly changed into the other party's appearance.