Chapter 37 Yingluo Shouxin? Or
"Yinghuo Shouxin...Yinghuo Shouxin! Even among the evil stars, it can be called the most dangerous and dangerous!"
Thinking of this possibility, the owner of the medicine shop skipped a beat of his heart.
The evil of this fate means that if a person encounters it, he will die, if the army encounters it, he will be defeated, and if the country encounters it, he will perish. Once he is born, the country will be overturned and the world will be in turmoil!
If fate is bad, so are people! If those who hold this destiny want to achieve success, the path they take will inevitably lead to mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It can be said that one general achieves success with thousands of bones!
It deserves it, it deserves it...
——He should be the divine general who will conquer the world in the future for their Divine Will Divine Sect!
At the same time.
"Junior brothers and sisters, I will take this opportunity to tell you the truth."
An Jing, who had fully awakened his fate and had mastered part of the authority of the Emperor Tian Xing Sha Grand Ceremony from the inside, took advantage of the moment when the demonic energy was dispersed and his soul was connected with all the boys and girls in the ceremony, and he sent a message to everyone. A word, a memory.
He said without reservation: "Xuanming Village is not what they claim to be, it is some hidden inheritance."
"Their true identity is the 'Destiny Demon Sect'."
"Our other junior brothers and sisters before us were not sent outside the village because of lack of qualifications and had to go down the mountain, but because of various reasons, they became the materials for the Demon Sect's medicine refining."
"They were 'eaten'."
An Jing's thoughts swept through the entire formation, and his voice echoed in the hearts of all the sixty-six surviving people.
But at the first moment, not everyone could realize what An Jing said - they had just escaped from the inner demons and were still a little confused.
For a moment, the entire ritual ceremony was filled with noisy voices of boys and girls.
"I broke my inner demon? No...wait, what happened?!"
"Haha...hahahaha! I survived! I succeeded! Mom! Dad, did you see it?!"
"Sister Liu?! Don't die, don't die! Please... don't leave me..."
"I, it seems like I had a dream... Did we successfully survive the trial? No, what kind of memory is this... This, this is..."
After breaking free from their inner demons, everyone reacts differently.
Some were more perceptive and could probably get rid of their inner demons even without Anjing's help, but they were unable to awaken their destiny. They noticed the other failed children who died beside them at the first moment, and were immediately shocked.
Some people were about to be devoured by their inner demons, but after being rescued by An Jing, they were still frightened, and their moods fluctuated, and they suddenly became a little crazy.
Some were aware of the death of their friends and companions immediately. They were extremely sad, and even their souls cried out in grief.
But soon, everyone heard An Jing's words and received many memories from An Jing.
On a dark rainy night, lightning tore through the silence.
They seemed to have experienced personally what Anjing had gone through, running in the heavy rain and searching in the manor. They were afraid of the truth, with the weakness of pleading for mercy from heaven and the devil, and with the heart that they already knew. He revealed the truth and opened the stone cover with courage that was almost desperate.
They all saw the sinking bone.
Saw the missing person.
Then they saw the dungeon, the slaughter in the dungeon, the hanging bodies and corpses.
silence.
The red light illuminates the sea of hearts, and the tranquil soul connects with everyone through the altar.
At this moment, he could sense the emotions in everyone's hearts. Some were like turbulent waves, some were extremely sad, some were as dead as ice, and some were calm and silent, just confused.
Then, there is feedback one by one.
"No, it's impossible..."
Some teenagers and girls who firmly believe that Xuanmingzhuang is their reborn parents said almost incoherently: "It is impossible for them to treat us like this...the tutors and teachers are so good to us..."
"How could it be, A-Zhu..." Others saw their familiar names in An Jing's memory, and their emotions suddenly lost control: "Impossible! A-Zhu is not dead, we will meet at the foot of the mountain! Senior Brother , you lied to me!? You are lying to me, right?"
These are reactions. Their hearts have not been thoroughly infiltrated by the Demonic Cult. They were stimulated by such violent emotions and saw some of their longest-standing friends dying beside them. They knew that friends who they thought were just going down the mountain had long ago Turned into medicinal mud...
Although this kind of impact completely broke their defenses and revealed their out-of-control and panicked side, it also shattered the mask they had been hiding their innermost feelings.
But there are still some who have been distorted by the Demon Cult and become extremely indifferent.
They don't feel disturbed by anyone's death: although they have lost many companions, everyone is originally aware, right? Didn't everyone think about this possibility when they were working hard?
They are the winners, and those who die, even those who turn into mud, are the losers.
——Why do successful people empathize with losers?
But An Jing had expected it.
He himself was almost distorted by the Devil's Cult's methods, so how could he blame these 'indifferent' boys and girls? Not to mention, the Demon Cult has indeed ‘bought life’. Even he couldn't deny that.
However, he will resist. Just like a caught rabbit or a bought crab, it will bite and pinch people.
Therefore, An Jing spoke directly.
"Open your eyes and take a good look."
An Jing raised his sword and pointed it at the junior brothers and sisters who died after failing to awaken their destiny. Their corpses were overflowing with black and red breath. These breaths were blood. The pure life blood of the boys and girls gathered in the air, and then Being collected by the huge ritual array, something is going to be condensed in the distance. With the help of the power in the altar, which was most likely derived from the 'Sword Spirit', Anjing mobilized the formation and led the consciousness of all the boys and girls to trace back the traces of blood - soon, almost in an instant, their sights He returned to Xuanming Village and arrived at the fifth floor of the Medicine Pavilion, where the main study room of the Medicine Pavilion was located.
They saw a dark golden vessel.
In the vessel, those dark red auras condensed, and finally condensed into pill pills that were full and round, exuding blood-red light, and transparent and clean inside and outside.
【Blood elixir】
In the study, there were two pharmacists left behind to guard the utensils. They watched the pure blood condense into elixirs. Not only were they not excited and greedy, but they were a little...
Somewhat dissatisfied.
"Why so few?"
A younger pharmacist frowned and looked at the blood pill in the life-saving dish, and said with a little disgust: "There are so many people alive in this trial?"
"The quality this time is indeed better than in the past." The older pharmacist looked thoughtfully in the direction of Xuanming Valley: "I just saw two starlights touching the ground and reaching the sky. I'm afraid two people have awakened [Strange Fate]!"
"You have only been in Xuanming Village for a short time, so you don't know that the reason why the Emperor's Xingsha Grand Ceremony divided one hundred and eight people into twelve groups is because there are too few people, and one person's heart cannot withstand the power of the divine sword and the devil. , and if there are too many people, it is easy to interfere with each other, and it is impossible to clarify the 'self'."
"During the ritual ceremony, every time one person dies in the group, the possibility of others being attacked by demonic energy increases by one level, and the possibility of understanding one's destiny also increases by one level."
"However, if someone in the group has too strong a mind, two situations may result."
"One way is that except for him, everyone's hearts and minds are taken away by him, so they all die and become the nutrients for their own achievements."
At this point, the old pharmacist smacked his lips and said with some regret: "The other kind is that the heart is like a giant tree, covering others, so they co-exist."
"It seems that this time, our two Qi Ming masters are more friendly types... Although there will be many rewards from above, they are all from the village owner and the chief instructor."
"For us, it's really not as good as the blood pills that we might be able to share."
"Yes." The young pharmacist remembered what the old pharmacist said in his heart and felt quite the same: "Remove the branches to strengthen the trunk. You don't need so many ordinary people to live. It is enough to leave more than 20 people, and at most more than 40 people." "
"Others, there is no use in surviving. Not to mention those ordinary people who have no destiny, even ordinary miscellaneous lives, do we Zhuangzi need to spend so much effort to cultivate? When the time comes, it will not be embarrassing or embarrassing, why not like us Pharmacist..."
Although it contains some elements of bragging, the fact is true: Fate is certainly a necessary factor for a martial artist to achieve inner strength, but even if he has a destiny, it does not mean that the person is good at practicing martial arts and can achieve inner strength.
In particular, miscellaneous fates are all-encompassing, and there are even inexplicable fortunes such as the 'Huan Yi Xian', the 'Roasting Meat Fairy' and the 'Cooking Rice Fairy' that bless laundry and barbecue and cooking. The latter two can be a cook after all, and the former ...Do you really want people to wash clothes?
The pharmacists looked down upon such miscellaneous jobs, not to mention that the rewards above were illusory, but the blood pill was a benefit that they could hold firmly in their hands.
The blood is gone and the traceback is over.
The corpses of the boys and girls who had lost all their blood quickly began to decay and turned into skinny mummies - before long, these corpses would turn into pure white bones, just like the bones they saw when they came to the white sand. .
An Jing looked at all the silence, suppressing his anger and fear, knowing that he was just the soul of a meat animal.
"Next."
He said: "I don't say it, I do it."
"After that, if you are willing to go back to Xuanming Village, if you are willing to follow me, then follow me."
No one dared to refute Anjing who issued the announcement like this, and they subconsciously obeyed.
Perhaps it was also the bitter fruit brewed by Xuanming Village himself - Anjing's overly excellent performance made almost all the instructors lazy. There were too many courses and trainings that Anjing explained, taught and supervised on their behalf.
He walked with them through the mountains.
He drank and ate with them.
He trained with them to fight.
He teaches martial arts, he explains the meaning of scriptures, he listens to people's distress, and he comforts people's hearts.
At this point, the majesty and courage of Senior Brother An Jing, and his control over all the boys and girls, have surpassed all the lecturers and teachers.
"Wake up and get into formation!"
When An Jing gives the orders.
It makes no sense and requires no explanation.
Everyone subconsciously followed An Jing's words.
In just an instant, all the boys and girls woke up from the dream of inner demons. They were a little confused, a little in a trance, and a little at a loss.
However, they saw the figure in front of them who was the first to stand up and pick up the weapon.
So they all stood up.
So they all took up swords.
(End of chapter)