At night, Zhu Ping was called to change his posts and watch the night.

The people of the Three Sects these days are not very angry. After all, they have been defeated. In addition, the previous wars of the Three Sects were all internal wars, and there were rarely such tragic situations.

Follow the team leader to patrol and watch the night to prevent people from escorting into the army during the day and causing riots at night.

Zhu Ping, who did things silently, remembered the prisoner camp.

Although the prisoner camp did not have a name written on it, the screams made by torture made it easy for people passing by torture to understand where this place was.

There are no conventions at this time. Interstellar colonial wars are all-out and intelligence is extremely important. In order to make some information, it is extremely normal to torture people without adults.

Zhu Ping recorded the position and continued patrolling without too much action.

Time passed by this boring patrol. The second and third days did not launch an attack, and both sides were quickly repairing.

Zhu Ping was transferred to transport supplies, but the absence of battle did not make the soldiers in the military camps in the city feel happy and even a little irritable.

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

On the third night, the atmosphere in the military camp became even more different. Both sides were probably ready. It was estimated that another siege would take place tomorrow, and Zhu Ping was also his turn to watch.

In the military camp at night, besides the cold wind, there were only the snoring of soldiers and crying from time to time.

Only seriously injured will be sent to the rear for treatment, and those with minor injuries can only continue to stay in the military camp.

The cold wind accompanied by those sounds, and a sense of despair mixed with inexplicable chill appeared in Zhu Ping's heart.

Is there still hope in this world? Can the Three Deeds continue to exist?

Zhu Ping could even imagine that the three religions retreated and retreated into the Tianyuan Secret Realm, but the heaven and earth energy of the Tianyuan Secret Realm was far inferior to that of the Tianwaitian, so the warriors of the three religions were not as good as those of the Tianwaitian.

After several old strong men died, the new generation could not even defend the Realm Gate, and finally the whole world fell into the hands of the Federation.

It’s better to die than to die in such a desperate future?

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

The three religions die, and what can he feel desperate? The previous thought is not normal.

Zhu Ping, who reacted, quickly broke free from the despair that almost wrapped him up, and then a pool of blood was sprinkled on his face.

The soldier in front of him fell down with a desperate look on his face, and the blood-stained Pu Knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Some soldiers are engaged in suicide-like battles, such as the kind of killing you with a sword and slashing you with a knife.

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

Along the way, there were despair wails in many camps, and the aura of despair that made people so desperate that they wanted to commit suicide was spreading rapidly.

Zhu Ping raised his head, and a flash of fire flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes.

Overlapping the entire military camp, there was a thin layer of blue mist. Under constant twisting, a mysterious creature with hundreds of appendages like centipedes but with a body like a spherical brain.

In the gaps of the other party's brain like a ravine, a large amount of blue smoke was still emerging from it. Then, after the soldiers committed suicide in despair, more blue smoke poured into the existing body, making it more solid.

"Is there a god-demon-level existence?" Zhu Ping felt as if something had hit her head, and the tinnitus sounded buzzing, and an extremely disgusting feeling appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.

At the same time, there is also a deep despair. In front of such gods and demons, I have no possibility of living. Since this is the case, why not die? It’s okay if I die, and I don’t have to face this kind of existence.

This despair is transmitted through tinnitus. When a person’s logical thinking ability cannot keep up, the probability of people following their ideas is very high.

Some soldiers of the three priests with tenacious will were not defeated by despair at first, but after seeing the huge monster entrenched above the military camp, their minds were directly destroyed and they chose to commit suicide under the scourge of despair.

Zhu Ping shook his head, expelled these despair from his mind, and walked towards the prisoner camp with his head down.

At the same time, the crisp sound of the flute sounded in the military camp, and a huge internal force mixed in the sound of the flute, stirring the vital energy of the heaven and earth around it, shaking the constantly twisted blue smoke, and waking some people wrapped in despair from it.

"It seems that the masters in the army finally reacted." Zhu Ping thought silently: "The words of Di Yin should be the three masters of Confucianism."

"Integrate Confucian mythology and martial arts, bells and tripods into the flute sound skills, forming mythology and martial arts of one's own style. In addition, I also love calligraphy and painting, so I called myself the Three Greats."

This kind of mass information barracks will occasionally be conveyed during rest, boasting about their own martial gods and improving their morale.

The mythological martial arts "The Sutra of Bells and Dings" is a martial art with a wide range of spans. From the word bells and Dings, it can be seen that bells and Dings themselves have the functions of ritual instruments, sacrificial instruments, wine instruments, utensils or daily necessities.

This mythological martial arts is engraved on a large tripod.

Even if ordinary people learn the scriptures from bells and tripods, they can learn knowledge of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., or various etiquettes.

The knowledge inside is too complicated and people without understanding cannot gain power from this mythological martial arts.

It can be said that the situation shown in the final performance of each generation of bells and tripods is different.

When Sanjue first knocked on the big tripod, he realized the true meaning of magical power from the sound of the big tripod, summarized the knowledge in it, and finally formed his own musical ability.

Use music to communicate with the world and release various supernatural powers.

Zhu Ping has now seen some mythology and martial arts. After hearing the sound of the flute, he began to think about where is the truth in the sound of the flute?

But after that, Zhu Ping could not find out the special features of the flute.

It sounds very nice and can stimulate the vitality of heaven and earth. Apart from that, Zhu Ping has no gains.

"Maybe it's possible to understand it by seeing the original, but probably there will be no chance in the future." The three religions could not bring the originals of their mythological and martial arts inheritance out of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and he would not go back inside.

He quietly entered the prisoner camp, and there were a large number of casualties and wounded. A large number of unhuman prisoners, wrapped in the aura of despair, had long lost their resistance.

After searching all the way, Zhu Ping finally found a living prisoner in his inner place.

Capturing this captive, Zhu Ping started "The Divine Art of the Rotation of the Heavenly Void", and he was Yang and Yin in his hand, which led him into the state of dynasty, and then invaded his consciousness and began to read his memories.
Chapter completed!