Right now, on the deserted holy mountain road, I met a little monk who turned into a fate, how bizarre this story is, no, how bloody it must be.

Helplessly, the bearded man took out the rations and let the little monk eat and drink nonsense, and then talk about it when he was full.

"Dashuai, this little monk is also a vegetarian, and the big chicken legs are gnawed."

"Commander, what is this, the two bottles of two pots are in my stomach."

After a burst of ridicule, everyone was not calm, and the little monk was also full of wine and food, and finally showed a somewhat grateful expression, and some talked.

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"Little monk?"

"Donor, needless to say, I understand."

Xiao Qiang put down a few points and spoke, the little monk hurriedly took the next word, swallowed the last mouthful of wine and meat, and said slowly, it was out of control.

"Donor, to tell you the truth, this is the holy mountain of Hygar."

Righteous words, everyone's cheeks twitched, this is not nonsense!

"No, donor, this was not the case here in previous years, and this only mountain road leading to the holy mountain was full of pilgrims."

"That's right, this is the path of ascetic atonement, the path of pilgrimage!"

As soon as the voice was cold, everyone felt a little taste, the pilgrimage road of the thousands of worlds, thinking about it, felt a little remarkable, really?

How do you think about it, it always feels a little different, right?

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"Donor, don't believe it, the so-called asceticism, the facilities are naturally a little simple, but, donor, look at this stone road, every stone slab, is the pilgrim's personal tribute, only the ascetic pilgrim to the top has the qualification to pay tribute to the slate, this way to the top, the stone slab under the feet, like the stars in the sky, countless!"

Speaking of which, everyone brought out a hint of surprise, which makes sense, which makes sense.

"Donor, on each slate, there is a record of the merits and deeds of a believer's life, and tells the understanding of their life."

As soon as the voice was cold, everyone was finally shocked!

In other words, the thousands of stone slabs under their feet, that is, the biographies of thousands of pilgrims who spent their entire lives?

That's kind of awesome.

Inexplicably vast, the picture freezes.

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However, Xiaoqiang twitched his face and was not calm.

"Wait, Hanamaki, I remember the rules of this world, this kind of record must be a creation after death, right?"

"Dashuai, in this way, the stone slab under our feet, no, we are stepping on the tombstones of countless dead people on the mountain?"

"Commander, in this way, the holy mountain has been damaged by them and turned into a grave mountain?"

"Poof!"

Inexplicably, inexplicably is a word, and everyone is not calm.

Freeze frame.

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"Donor, didn't you ask me how to survive here just now, if it was in previous years, if you want me to be a wandering monk, as long as there is one next to the Bodhisattva in this land, you will have everything."

Speaking of which, everyone looked at the little monk's righteous expression, and then thought about the lively scene of this pilgrimage road, so it was.

However, the little monk had an unfinished expression.

"Donor, if it was a previous year, if I chanted a sutra for you again, you would all send me a lot of gold and silver."

As he spoke, the little monk opened the scriptures and was about to recite the mantra, Xiao Qiang hurriedly gave a look, and the bearded man gave him a few gold coins, his expression was clear, stop!

However, the little monk put away the scriptures, still with an unbeautiful expression.

"Donor, if it was in previous years, I would like to find you to make a fate, it is your creation, you have to kneel down respectfully and respectfully send fasting."

As soon as the words were cold, everyone's expressions exploded!

"I'll rub, you little bald donkey, talk to people!"

"Poof!"

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There was a mess, the friends almost did the knife, and the little monk finally came back respectfully.

"Donor, you just asked the little monk who it is, it's not a secret, this holy mountain is divided into three layers, the first layer below is just a gathering place for civilian pilgrims, and the second layer is a place for some people from the rivers and lakes, retired veterans, and Qing Xiu, as for the upper level, that is the place where some sinful masters put down their butcher knives and penance to atone for their sins."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the friends lit up, and they seemed to smell something.

"Hey, brothers, in this way, the first floor is civilians, the second layer is low-level soldiers, and the third layer is not, divine soldiers?"

As soon as the voice was cold, everyone shuddered inexplicably, not a player, looking at the problem from different angles, and grasping the key point at once.

Inexplicably, this holy mountain, just this upper, middle and lower three layers of the holy realm, that incomparably vast realm, I am afraid that there are great mysteries.

I can't help but be impressed, and the picture freezes.

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After thinking for a moment, the little monk spoke again, and finally brought out a faint trace of sadness.

"A few donors, only blame this world, the world of troubled times, I can't tolerate a monk, and I can't live anymore."

Saying that, everyone cast sympathetic expressions, why do you say this?

"The donor doesn't know, a few months ago, the dark army attacked, it is said, I just heard that I took the top of my holy mountain in one fell swoop, the light fell, and the people were panicked."

"But I never thought that the dark army would go all the way into my Central Plains and come to the bitter cold land of my third layer, and even want to capture and surrender the monks who have recruited me and other ascetic cultivators."

As soon as the voice was cold, everyone was suddenly shocked!

The ins and outs, just at the beginning, everyone understood the routine, the routine of the red name, and suddenly felt that the whole person was not good.

You must know that in the bitter cold land of the third layer, those so-called monks who practice ascetic atonement are all soldiers of my bright clan, and they are also the great soldiers of Yishui, and even the battlefield veterans who have survived many years of war, and their combat power is outstanding.

If this is co-opted by the red name, wouldn't it be overturned?

A hint of astonishment, the picture freezes.

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Everyone hurriedly threw concerned expressions, and then, what's the situation?

"Donor, our three-layer ascetics are all masters who have sinned so much that they put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas, so they have no choice but to die."

"For three days and three nights, rivers of blood flowed."

As soon as the words were cold, everyone was suddenly shocked and sad.

Although I just listened to the little monk's dictation, we didn't see this sentence with our own eyes, but they also experienced the previous part several times, but they can also imagine that situation, inexplicably, the heart is overturned, and it is difficult to be safe.

"So, all the monks on the third floor are dead, and they are fleeing?"

This is, the old man asked with a cold expression and a rational look, and the little monk also nodded.

I'm afraid that the current third floor is empty.

Choked up inexplicably, and the picture froze.

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At this time, everyone seemed to have been hit by a mental blow, and they couldn't help sighing, and they couldn't bear to continue to ask.

However, the friends made eye contact for a while, and the professional ethics of being a player.

"Hey, this is not a trivial matter, if this little monk is not lying, this pit is too big."

"Hmph, if it weren't for one-sided words, if it weren't for this little monk saying that he was from the third layer, Brother Xiaoqiang, would you open your krypton golden eyes to take a look?"

"Well, I've seen it just now, this little bald head is a warrior monk who hasn't yet formed, I'm afraid I won't run away."

As soon as the voice was cold, everyone suddenly became stunned.

Warrior monks, the ancient arms of our Templar race, have long been eliminated because they can't keep up with the times, but the people will still hire and retain this kind of eliminated troops, acting as bodyguards and the like, just like the militia, literally civilian soldiers.

However, they don't use weapons, but rely on martial arts and fighting spirit, and their basic combat power is not false, and they are actually serious level 4 troops.

Level 4 troops, it is not wrong to say that he is a high-level soldier.

The picture freezes uneasily.

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Speaking of which, the current situation of this holy mountain, everyone finally understood, with a useless expression and a long silence.

However, the friends did not give up.

"Hey, little monk, what's the situation with the monks on the second floor?"

"Alas, donor, what else can you do, run and run, drop and fall, and steal your life."

"Poof!" The counterattack of a peasant who is invincible to heroes