At night, Zhu Ping was called up to change the guard and keep vigil.
These days, the morale of the three religions is not high. After all, they have been defeated all the time. In addition, the wars of the three religions in the past were all internal wars, and such tragic situations are rare.
Follow the leader to patrol the night to prevent people from mixing into the army during the day and causing riots at night.
Zhu Ping, who worked silently, remembered the prison camp.
Although the prisoner camp did not have a name written on it, the screams from the torture to extract confessions made it easy for passers-by to understand where it was.
There is no convention at this time. The interstellar colonial war is omnipotent, and information is also extremely important. It is extremely normal to torture people to become immature for the sake of information.
Zhu Ping took note of the location and continued patrolling 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 repairing quickly.
Zhu Ping was transferred to carry supplies, but the lack of fighting did not make the soldiers in the barracks in the city feel happy, and even a little irritable.
It seems that the waiting before the 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 was estimated that there would be another siege battle tomorrow, and it was Zhu Ping's turn to watch the night again.
In the barracks at night, apart from the sound of the cold wind, there was only the grunting of soldiers and the wailing and crying from time to time.
Only serious injuries will be sent to the rear for treatment, and those with minor injuries can only stay in the barracks.
The cold wind accompanied those voices, and a sense of despair mixed with an inexplicable chill appeared in Zhu Ping's heart.
Is there any hope in this world, and can the Three Religions continue to exist
Zhu Ping could even imagine that the Three Religions retreated all the way to the Tianyuan Secret Realm, but the vitality of heaven and earth in the Tianyuan Secret Realm was far inferior to that of Tianwaitian, so the warriors of the Three Religions were not as good as each generation.
After several old and strong men died, the new generation couldn't even defend the gate of the world, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.
In such a hopeless future, why not die
As soon as the above idea came out, Zhu Ping felt something was wrong.
The third teacher died as soon as he died, how could he be desperate, the previous thought was not normal.
After reacting, Zhu Ping quickly broke free from the despair that almost enveloped him, and then a pool of hot blood spilled on his face.
The soldier in front of him fell down with a look of despair on his face, and the bloody knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
And some soldiers are engaged in suicidal fights, the kind where I stab you with a sword and you slash me with a knife.
Zhu Ping didn't 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, there were desperate wailings, and the despair 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 squinted eyes.
Covering the entire barracks, there was a thin layer of blue mist. Under constant twisting, it formed a mysterious creature with hundreds of centipede-like appendages, but a body shaped like a spherical brain.
A large amount of green smoke continued to emerge from the gap in the other party's brain, and after those soldiers committed suicide in despair, more smoke poured into the existence's body. make it more solid.
"Does the level of gods and demons exist?" Zhu Ping felt his head was hammered by something, 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 god and demon, I have no possibility of living. If this is the case, why don't I die? It's okay to die, and I 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 Religions were not defeated by despair at first, but after seeing the huge monster entrenched above the barracks, their hearts were directly broken, and they chose to commit suicide under the pressure 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 barracks, and a huge internal force was mixed in the sound of the flute, stirring up the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, shaking away the twisting blue smoke, and also pulling some people who were wrapped in despair out of it. wake up.
"It seems that the masters in the army have finally reacted." Zhu Ping silently thought: "If you talk about Diyin, you should be the top three scholars of Confucianism."
"Integrating Confucian mythology and martial arts into the skill of flute sound, forming a mythical martial arts of his own style. In addition, he likes calligraphy and painting, so he calls himself the three masters."
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 two characters Zhong Ding, it can be seen that Zhong Ding itself has the functions of ritual vessel, sacrificial vessel, wine vessel, container or daily necessities.
This piece of mythical martial arts is engraved on a big tripod.
Ordinary people can learn the knowledge of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., or various etiquettes even if they get the bell and tripod instrument to learn the scriptures.
The knowledge in it is too complicated, and people without understanding 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 Qi Xuejing is not the same.
When Sanjue struck the cauldron at the beginning, he realized the true meaning of magic skills from the sound of the cauldron, summed up the knowledge in it, and finally formed his own rhythmic ability.
Communicate with heaven and earth with melody and release various abilities.
Now that Zhu Ping has seen some mythical martial arts, after hearing the sound of the flute, he began to think, where is the truth in the sound of the flute
But after that, Zhu Ping couldn't find anything special from the sound of the flute.
It's very nice to play, it can arouse the vitality of heaven and earth, other than that, Zhu Ping has nothing to gain.
"Perhaps you have to see the original to understand, but probably there will be no chance in the future." It is impossible for the three religions to take the original copy of their mythological martial arts inheritance out of Tianyuan Secret Realm, and he will not go back inside.
He quietly entered the captive camp, where there were already a large number of dead and wounded, a large group of inhuman captives, wrapped in a breath of despair, their wills had already lost their resistance.
Searching all the way, Zhu Ping finally found a prisoner who was still alive in the inner position.
After catching this prisoner, Zhu Ping began to perform the "Reincarnation of Heavenly Void Divine Art", with himself as yang and his hands as yin, driving him into a state of exercise, and then invading his consciousness, and began to read his memory.
As soon as the internal force transformed from yin and yang surged, the opponent's body exploded into a blood mist. In the blood mist, Zhu Ping's body quickly changed into the opponent's appearance.