Those who are willing to leave this door within three breaths have chosen life.
If you stay in Xiu, you will choose to die.
This is the first meaning.
The second level of meaning is the special ability contained in the complete Ding Yi San Er.
That is the divine power of doom and the artistic conception of forgetfulness.
The former's divine power can make the people here fall into endless misfortune after closing the door. The final outcome is death.
The forgetfulness of the latter will make them forget that they are dead, and they will die themselves, so they will be filled with bad luck until they become a weird existence.
Such as heads and stone lions, they are this type of weirdness.
To a certain extent, this is the product of the unexpected blending of gods and immortals.
After all, the divine power comes from the gods, and the artistic conception comes from the power of resisting the gods studied by the monks.
This is the complete display of Ding Yisan Er's true abilities. In addition, in terms of sealing, Ding Yisan Er has also reached the ultimate level.
Unless you have the ability to resist misfortune and oblivion at the same time, or use overwhelming combat power to forcefully blast it away, you will not be able to leave this place.
Similarly, this was Xu Qing's previous plan. He was reasonable, so he opened the door first to give the cultivator of this place time to leave.
This scene fell in the mid-air outside Ding Yisan Er. In the eyes of the Yanyue noble in the golden palace, his eyes were slightly condensed and his eyes flickered.
He naturally saw how extraordinary this prison was, and also felt the murderous intent coming from the human race inside it.
So what was before him at this moment was a choice.
Do you want to stop it?
"Why should I stop it? The purpose of the big hunt is to select the seeds of the ethnic group. In this world, the weak eat the strong, and prosperity and prosperity follow fate. The arrival of such a strong human race will further stimulate the proud juniors in the ethnic group."
"Besides, this human kid, I don't know if he was taught by others, but he does things in a very orderly manner. He actually opened the door first to give people a chance to leave."
The Yanyue noble thought for a while, smiled slightly, and looked at Xu Qing with more appreciation. He also foresaw that next, his restricted area would become bloody.
"Not bad, interesting."
The Yanyue nobles outside Ding 132 chose not to interfere, so at this moment the Yanyue monks within Ding 132 also had a choice before them.
Leave or stay.
If Xu Qing had not killed the cultivators of the Ninth Mountain with poison, then everyone would basically choose to stay and ignore Xu Qing's words.
But after witnessing Xu Qing killing the monks of the Ninth Mountain with his own eyes, and using an even more bizarre method to kill people and destroy Tian Lingzi, his words became as powerful as words.
And the weirdness caused by their weird behavior on the head and that divine finger is also a source of fright.
In the end, 30% of the monks gritted their teeth and started to speed up, gave up the fight here, and went straight to the exit of Ding 132.
After all, not everyone is willing to go crazy at this time.
Their departure was not blocked, and they flew out one by one in an instant and left the prison.
But for the remaining 70%, some people still had chills in their eyes. Based on their own self-confidence and the strength of the crowd, they thought they could give it a try.
As members of the Yanyue tribe, their philosophy since childhood has been to kill and compete. As long as the benefits are big enough, then they can fight for it.
Obviously, the value of the forbidden mountain above Xu Qing's head has exceeded that of the forbidden area itself, so in terms of profit, it is enough.
In addition, there are still some who are hesitant. Seeing someone leave successfully, they are still making a decision in their hearts, but it is too late.
Three breaths pass by.
Ding Yisan Er's prison door closed instantly, a huge roar echoed, and the stone lions in the prison, as well as the heads and others, all cheered to welcome the new inmates.
A strange aura suddenly erupted in this Ding Yi San Er.
Where the god pointed his finger, his body rolled and hit the prison, causing the entire prison to tremble. At this moment, his body emitted endless blood, spreading in all directions.
Wherever he passed, Ding Yisan Er's appearance also changed, turning into a bloody hell.
The meaning of misfortune is spreading out from every inch of this prison, coloring the earth and invading the twenty-seven forbidden mountains here. The aliens that originally belong here are also swallowed up by the fingers of the gods in an instant and become...
Became part of Ding Yi San Er.
He may be much inferior to other gods in terms of combat power, and his life is miserable enough, but he is a god after all, and he is better than Xu Qing in some basic operations that are unique to gods.
So in an instant, everything inside Ding Yi San Er became a whole.
The next moment, the sense of doom suddenly broke out.
Quite a few of the hundreds of people who stayed here behaved in some bizarre ways.
For example, someone's old injury was re-caused due to deviations in the operation of cultivation. The probability of this should be extremely low, but it still happened.
When the injury broke out, the cultivator spurted out blood. He was surprised and also surprised at the same time.
For example, someone had just taken out a magic weapon, but due to an internal instability that only occurred with a one-in-a-ten thousand chance, the magic weapon exploded on its own, affecting itself.
For example, someone took out some poison-avoiding pills and wanted to swallow them, but strangely, they took the wrong pills. Not only did they not have the effect of avoiding poisons, but they actually made themselves more vulnerable to poisonous attacks.
For example, some people's bodies were lifted into the air, but they were affected by the fragments caused by the explosion of magic weapons nearby. Although they dodged, there were too many similar things. Dozens or hundreds of magic weapons collapsed, and the terrifying power formed caused many people to
are all affected.
For another example, someone roared and activated his magical power, but there was a strange deviation, and this slight deviation that should not have occurred caused the spell to backfire.
For another example, someone forcibly casts some extremely lethal techniques or magical weapons. Although they were originally powerful, they could be controlled by the outside world, but now all accidents have occurred, and each of them roared.
Looking around, within Ding Yi San Er, all the monks of Yan Yue's tribes were in chaos one by one. The various accidents that happened to them, combined together, were bad luck.
And they immediately discovered something was wrong. Some people were well-informed and recognized it instantly, exclaiming in surprise.
"Misfortune...this is divine power!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the cultivators here changed drastically. Only Xu Qing was sitting on the ninth mountain, extremely calm, and the captain was sitting next to him, with a smile on his face.
As for Qiu Quezi, he was once again sluggish at this moment.
At the same time, these monks here also quickly found a way to crack it.
"Kill that weird human race, and this place will be solved!"
A series of murderous gazes gathered from all directions, and then all the figures here flew out quickly, roaring towards Xu Qing.
Although on the road, various accidents still occurred, and even they had inexplicable indirect spell contact with each other, resulting in casualties.
But looking at it as a whole, the killing intent was strong and it was rapidly approaching Xu Qing.
It's just that... they don't know that misfortune is just a part of Ding Yi San Er's power, and the forgotten artistic conception... has unknowingly rendered this place.
And the closer you get to Xu Qing, the richer the rendering becomes.
So in the blink of an eye, its effect appeared. The Yanyue monks who were the fastest to approach Xu Qing, only more than 200 feet away from him, had suffered many bad lucks and were about to rush in.
But in the next moment, their expressions became dazed, their bodies instinctively paused, and they stood in mid-air.
They forgot their purpose.
Then, more monks, under the influence of the forgetful mood, forgot their purpose and forgot to find Xu Qing. Some even went as serious as forgetting why they were here.
Also forgot about the big hunt…
Confusion has become the main theme here. Even if they look at each other and occasionally think of something for a moment, as the power of forgetfulness becomes stronger, they forget more.
Misfortune also laughed ferociously and broke out on them again.
Death continued to appear, and corpses of cultivators who died due to various accidents fell from the sky in large numbers.
However, after all, there are still monks who rely on their own talents, or special treasures and bloodlines, and with the blessing of bad luck and forgetfulness, they can barely stay awake and speak urgent words.
"This is doom and oblivion. Everyone, spread out. Don't get close to each other. Don't use unnecessary techniques. There is only one thing in your mind. Keep repeating it. That is the murderous people. You also shouted these words in your mouth, using the sound of your voice.
The lingering sound reminds others of their forgotten consciousness!"
"The murderous people!"
"Murderous people!!"
"Murderous people!!!"
In the sky, all the monks of Yanyue's tribes were breathing rapidly. In this crisis, between life and death, under this strangeness, they shouted, and their voices echoed, deafening.
Even if someone forgets, hearing this sound will form an instinct.
Under this instinct, all the Yanyue monks rushed towards Xu Qing to kill him.
At the same time, the rolling and striking of the gods' fingers, like thunder, echoed here.
Shi Shizi's dance became more and more exciting.
The weird smile in his head is even more harsh.
The rotation of the millstone has become a whirlpool.
A straw man made of a scarecrow, constantly twisting.
Old man Dan Qing, with a crazy look on his face, drew portraits of everyone here. Finally, he turned around, knelt down to Xu Qing in the distance, and shouted loudly.
"Great Lord Guard, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress them!"
The stone lion, head, scarecrow, and millstone all stopped their original behaviors at this moment, knelt down one after another, and shouted the same words.
"Great Lord Guard, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress it!"
"Please suppress it!"
As soon as they spoke, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds surged. Xu Qing raised his head, stood up from his cross-legged position, and raised his right hand.
On the black spear in front of him, the Golden Crow roared out, black flames erupted, the spear rolled back, and was held by Xu Qing.
A chill rose in Xu Qing's eyes. He raised his right foot and took a step forward...
Go straight to the sky!
The captain behind him also stretched and grinned at Qiu Quezi.
"Little Quezi, if you don't take action, the forbidden mountain you want will be gone."
Speaking, the captain licked his lips and rushed away.