Chapter 3 Capital Demon Sect, I don't want to be cut off
The techniques developed by players can be practiced.
Because this game is very real, except for the digitized attribute layout, players grow up like the natives, and there is basically no difference. They really learn the various theories in it, and go through it just like mathematics and physics. It is very hard-core, and naturally they can open up new areas.
own skills.
"If you remember this person's skills, you can naturally practice them."
Wu Lang continued to think about it while looking at the next stop.
Wangxiang Terrace.
Po Meng is feeding soup.
This is already the last stop on the road to hell. After drinking the soup, the true spirit and memory will be eliminated, turned into a blank soul, and reincarnated again.
The underworld here is very different from the underworld in Chinese mythology. There is no King of Hell to judge, and only Po Meng is in charge of the whole process.
"On the road to Huangquan, you can best see the various states of living beings. There are so many unsatisfactory things in this world, and they are all grieving for the various sufferings in their lives. Unfortunately, after seeing the Sansheng Stone, I have to drink Meng Po soup and forget all these sufferings."
"I can't drink Meng Po soup. Wait a minute, I have to find a way to get close to this person and gain favor. This is my only chance of survival."
"Fortunately, I have read the mission diary of the guide to Po Meng."
"But unfortunately, although I remember the process of the strategy, I am not very good at being a licker. I am also relatively cold-spoken, and flattery is not my strong point."
Soon, my mind started to change and I was recalling some information.
The underworld here is not the underworld in Chinese mythology, but the largest evil demon sect.
Everyone is fighting against the Huangquan Holy Sect, who specializes in human trafficking.
The leader of Huangquan wants to strip away the billions of fates of the people and create an immortal weapon - the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Send his disciples, Huangquan Ghost Messenger, down the mountain to capture the ghosts of people after death, extradite them to the Huangquan Sect, walk on the Naihe Bridge, and then drink Mengpo soup, stripping their lives and turning them back into "blank slate souls", and then
Throw it back to the human world and reincarnate.
To put it simply, you use yin to steal people from the mountains, peel off billions of fates, melt them into fate artifacts, control the fate and destiny of the people, and hope to create a real reincarnation underworld!
However, such demonic behavior that goes against common sense and morality naturally led to forces from all sides to surround and suppress the mountain gate of the Huangquan Sect. The reincarnation was cracked, the leader of the Huangquan Sect was killed, and most of the deputy leaders of the Tenth Hall were killed.
The Huangquan Sect is now in ruins.
And remember that the main plot of the entire game is that the player joins the Underworld Sect, becomes an underworld ghost, rebuilds the Underworld Sect, and continues to collect the lives of the people in the world to complete this half of the six paths of reincarnation, perfect it into a real underworld, and achieve great merit.
However, there are very few sand sculpture players who just follow the main line seriously.
After all, the process of stealing lives is jokingly called by players: kidnapping people back, queuing up for soup, and then taking the opportunity to cut their waists when they are stunned!
"In other words, if I don't want to drink Po Meng's ecstasy soup and be stripped of my life alive, I have to follow the player's apprenticeship route, worship in the Holy Land of Underworld, and become a disciple of the Demon Sect."
I have finally given birth to the [nine-generation social animal] fate of the ninth life, but if the results were stolen in one breath and turned into a blank slate, wouldn’t all my previous efforts be wasted?
Soon, he and Liu Ping passed the Sansheng Stone in front of them, found out their destiny, and followed the bustling ghost tide to the next viewing platform.
The so-called Wangxiang Terrace, also known as "Homesickness Ridge", is the window through which ghosts from the underworld look into the world of the sun. They take a look at their hometown and look back for the last time in this world before drinking soup.
It's like the last meal in the execution ground.
"Help."
"I don't want to die, I don't want to drink! I don't want to forget them!"
The wandering souls in front looked at their hometown and began to beg for mercy in various ways, but they could not escape the fate of forgetting everything.
Their fate will soon be stripped away, stolen by the Underworld Demon Sect, their luck will be taken away, and their true spiritual self will be stripped away.
"The team in front is about to reach us, and their 'kidneys' have been..." Wu Lang felt numb in his heart.
It's too awful.
"What do you mean? We are going to the next stop?" Liu Ping's voice was hoarse. He was walking along with the crowd and had not yet recovered from the emotion of Sanshengshi just now.
"Indeed, this is the last stop."
Wu Lang followed him forward and said: "On the Wangxiang Terrace, it will definitely be even sadder."
"As the saying goes, there are ghosts on the stage looking at the hometown, and the eyes are full of tears. The wife, children, old and young are leaning against the coffin, and relatives and friends are gathering in the mourning hall."
Liu Ping was very silent.
After a while, when you look back to the world, you will see your mourning hall and your wife?
But will my mother-in-law really be as pitiful and sad as described in the poem?
After your death, how will your relatives and friends react?
He still held a glimmer of hope in his heart and couldn't help but step onto the Wangxiang Terrace.
"It's my turn!"
Liu Ping was still in a daze. He looked back and took one last look at the human world.
Wow.
Like a round mirror, the hazy picture appears, which is exactly the scene of the human world during his lifetime:
A group of people were playing the suona and eating, and they were very happy. Even in front of the mourning hall, the beautiful and delicate widow was very strong. She did not cry during the whole vigil, and she even couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, I have looked back on this world, drink it."
Po Meng's face was expressionless, but her wrinkled old face looked extremely gloomy and cold.
"I don't want to drink medicine! I don't want to drink medicine!!" Liu Ping screamed, reflexively looking at the bowl of soup handed over by Mrs. Meng, obviously having a psychological shadow.
"Be good, the medicine is not bitter, drink it while it's hot."
Po Meng was used to it, so she grabbed hold of Kong Kong and forcibly imprisoned her. She was about to drink some soup while she said coldly: "This is for your own good. In the next life, be a good person and come back after death."
Gululu!
"Woooooo!!" Liu Ping struggled wildly.
Wu Lang, who was still at the back, was horrified to see it.
Will you die and come back to be reincarnated in the next life?
This is indeed like treating people like sheep and herding them!
Catch them back regularly, pluck up the new life forms that are re-raised, turn them into bald sheep, and then throw them back.
How miserable!
What a capital demon!
Simply vicious.
You devils, who are so audacious, cut your waist regularly and herd all living beings, will be hanged from street lamps!
Wu Lang felt numb in his heart, knowing that if he didn't come out, it would be his turn next. He took a step forward at the right moment and said, "Mr. Meng Po, you still remember the 727 other shore flowers planted by your own hands by the lake in the seventh hall.
?"
Po Meng put down the soup bowl and looked at Wu Lang behind her. Unexpectedly, there were no traces of his previous life on the Sansheng Stone. She frowned and said coldly: "Who are you?"
Sure enough, there is drama!
"I am one of my own."
Wu Lang bent down and bowed, pretending to be calm, "Senior, I am Master Ji Yun's new disciple in the human world. She said that if I say so, you will definitely believe me and let me enter the Huangquan Sect."
