In the space of that brick, there were two scrolls, one emitting a faint red light, which was ominous to see, and the other was ordinary. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Parisio picked up the two scrolls and pulled open the ones that glowed red:

Round 1.

From the tens of thousands of applicants, select people who are calm and flexible, physically strong, agile, and able to successfully sense the power of totems.

Second round.

Select 100 well-trained men in captivity, and put these 100 people and one person to fight within a high wall. Until one hundred people die, or that one person dies. If no one survives, the next round of recruitment begins.

Round 3.

Pick the elderly and weak women and children in captivity and tie them to the stakes, bring the survivors of the previous round over, erase their mercy, and let them find the most suitable way to attack and kill them. If someone can't do it, be sure to erase it on the spot.

Fourth round.

Put the few people who have successfully mastered their own slashing methods in the third round and the survivors of each hundred people who survive within the walls of each high wall in the second round and fight within one wall until one side is killed or wounded. If the survivors of the third round are victorious, they are required to disembowe, disembowel, scrape, and arrange various organs according to their categories until only bones remain.

Fifth round.

Through the fourth round, the people will be led to the sacred land of Dragon's Breath Mountain to choose each other with the totems, break their leg bones and hand bones, and let them be put in the center of the deep mountain and old forest under the condition of cripplement, and put hundreds of hungry wolves from the center after three days, and put a food from the center after six days, and summon totems from all over the forest after nine days.

Sixth round.

After surviving the last round, the conscripts have initially felt the power of the totem, and their physical functions have far exceeded that of ordinary people, so they are tied with diamond wire and thrown into the extreme South Pole Hot Dahua Mountain and the extreme Arctic Cold Snow Lotus Mountain, each placed for 12 days, so that the energy of the totem spreads in the human body at a temperature beyond the limit of the human body, and Nirvana is reborn.

Seventh round.

After the last round of surviving conscripts, the totem has been consistent with the body, and the body can already be alienated, and then choose a city with a population of more than 300,000 in the country, completely block the news of the city and make it slaughter, after the slaughter, the city will be full of grievances and grievances in the Ding, and the conscripts will be thrown into the Ding to feel the grievances. After three days, if the conscripts are still alive, they can be given the title of Sage.

Eighth round.

Kill a loved one, and at this time, the body and mind of the conscriptor have reached an otherworldly state and can be reused.

"Hehe, no wonder the principality doesn't have a map to buy." Parisio patted his head.

"Probably, at least 300,000 corpses will be piled up under the feet of a saint?"

"The actual number can only be more."

"What if you want to form an army of Sages?"

"Then it will be based on more than 100 million people, probably."

Parisio and Xuanxuan were silent, and the old Yan hugged his head and cried.

“。。。 Dean, is there a lighter? Parisio asked.

Lao Yan hugged his head and continued to cry bitterly.

“。。。 Courtyard... Dean? Parisio stepped forward and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Huh? Call me? Probably yes, I'll flip through it. Lao Yan wiped his tears in a daze.

"What do you mean by that, there is probably one... How could I not know what I have in my pocket... Xuanxuan muttered.

"Aha, there is." Old Yan Tou pulled out a lighter from his jacket pocket.

"Okay." Parisio silently agreed, took the lighter, and glanced at Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan carried the scroll, Parisio turned on the lighter, and a faint flame lit at the ominous scroll that emitted red light.

"Wait... What are you doing! Old Yan Tou suddenly felt that something was wrong: "That thing can't be done like this!" ”

"Huh?" Feeling that something was wrong with the dean, Parisio turned his head and sighed, and then a red light spread behind him.

Because it was underground, there wasn't much of a sound.

Parisio and Xuanxuan got up from the ruins in a daze, the whole room was hit by the impact that had just erupted, the scroll was floating in the air with a faint red light, but the old Yan Tou walked up and grabbed it as if nothing happened: "If this thing can be destroyed, won't it be destroyed a long time ago?" You idiots. ”

Wrong... Xuanxuan struggled up from the ground and pressed her hand on the card: "You... Is it the dean? ”

"Me? I'm not the dean. Lao Yan scratched his head: "I'm the author, the bottleneck period is too disturbing, I won't tell you that I opened the document at nine o'clock in the morning and it turned out to be four o'clock in the afternoon before I just held back a page of word, Ma Dan is too disturbing, suffocating me!" What I wrote out tastes like chewing wax when I read it myself! ”

“。。。 Then is it really good for you to run your own works so casually? ”

"Too! Trouble! Heart! Hoo! Lao Yan's expression was chicken dung, holding his head with both hands, and pulling his hair desperately: "This feeling!" What to say about this feeling! It's like yes! It's like when you eat three meals in a row, and then the three meals condense into a lump of giant soaring, and when you want to pull it out, the chrysanthemum suddenly disappears, and it is finished, and you hold it for three days!! ”

"Wow, after three meals in a row, how big should it be to condense into a giant Xiang after three meals? Also Why are your chrysanthemums missing? There are so many questions... ”

"I'm just figurative! It's a metaphor for the feeling of wanting to die! Lao Yan continued to pull his hair: "Suffocate me, suffocate me, oh my God, no idea, no idea, who will save me!" ”

"Leave you alone, can you give us the inner scroll first? Why can't you burn it with fire... ”

"Because..." Lao Yan grabbed the scroll and handed it to Parisio: "The parchment used in this scroll is soaked in blood for 7749 days, and then written in essence blood for 7749 days, and then you feel the aura of heaven and earth for 7749 days, and it has finally been successfully refined!" ”

"Wow, that's a lot of seventy-seven forty-nine, I calculated forty-nine plus forty-nine plus forty-nine, which means that this can be made in one hundred and forty-seven days?"

“。。。。。。”

"Well, then I should tear it once a day for one hundred and forty-seven days."

“。。。 I was so suffocated that I couldn't write it, and you still dare to sarcastically mock my great setting! ”

"There's no irony ... It's just that you said how hard it is to destroy this thing ... ”

“。。。 In fact, I've just added the feature that it can't be destroyed by physical means. ”

"Ah, Soul Fade, hurry up and give it to me, don't add any trouble to it!"

"Ah, it's already been added, you~you~ruined~no~drop~it~come! Come on! Plunge into the whirlpool of headaches with the author! ”

“。。。 Naw. Parisio asked Xuanxuan: "Even if I am an author, I can cut it, right?" ”

"Probably...

"That's good." A brilliant piece of brilliance, Parisio slashed at the head of the old Yan!

The scene where the knife fell over the head did not appear, and I saw Lao Yantou pinching the scroll firmly against the slashing knife: "Child, do you dare to do it to the great author!" ”

The blade on Parisio's side suddenly exerted force, and the scroll was lifted upwards!

The scroll flew out of his hand and into the sky! Parisio stabbed Lao Yan's chest with a knife! Seeing that the situation was not good, the author hurriedly broke away from Lao Yan's body, waved and weaved, and made Chang'e run to the moon, and floated away!

The knife stopped a few millimeters in front of Lao Yan's clothes, and Lao Yantou was full of tears: "Child, what are you doing... ”

Parisio put away his knife and reached out to take the scroll from the sky: "It seems that the dean has returned." It placed the scroll on the ground and slashed it with a single blow!

A red light filled the air, and Parisio was slammed into the wall.

“。。。 Isn't it, is it really attached to the property that cannot be destroyed by physical means? ”

"Unscrupulous authors ... Nima deserves your bottleneck! I wish you all the best of luck when the bottleneck period climbs over, and the collection is gone! ”

"Physical means cannot be destroyed ... That is, to chemically? ”

“。。。 How to break chemistry if you don't pass the grade. ”

"No," Lao Yan patted his head: "It's not that in addition to physical means, there are only chemical means left." ”

“。。。 It's not a means to use anyway. ”

Lao Yan rubbed his head: "There are also magic methods." ”

“。。。 Magical means??? ”

I saw that under the big sun, a person was otherworldly and waved and flew towards the sun, leaving a drop of angelic tears on the path along the way.

Oh, please listen with your ears up, and you can faintly hear the voice of the angel: 'Oh, the bottleneck period of Fack is really more painful than the big aunt!' Too bad! Please, dear friends, wait for me to get through this painful time... ’

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