Not only the people in the trial scene, but even several trialists who came in at the same time as Song Qingxiao raised their heads, revealing an incredible expression.

From their eyes, Song Qingxiao could see that these people thought she was crazy.

When they first arrived, the situation was unknown, so she first kicked the table and chairs to attract the attention of these people.

At this time, the old man with the book and the blonde beauty finally mentioned the key information about 'him', and at this time she not only did not listen to it well, but turned her attention to the monk with the thorn on his back.

not only interrupted these people's critical conversations, but also went to manage people's homes to cure the disease.

The indifferent Girl No. 1 frowned, a sneer appeared in her eyes, and she did not make a sound.

Everyone turned their heads, and even the person under the black robe slowly opened their crimson eyes, staring at this bold 'newcomer' who had been chosen by the Sun Worship Court with a strange look.

Except for the aborigines in the trial scene, the people who can participate in this level of trial are not all fools, this monk is weird, and the blood that flows out is not right.

When he smelled the blood, the man sitting next to him with slightly pointed ears was busy dodging, which was enough to prove that this masochistic monk was not an ordinary person.

Everyone didn't know if she was pretending to be stupid, and for a while, the people sitting around the table were silent.

"I think he's in pain." In the face of these people's wordless gazes, Song Qingxiao withstood the suppression of strong spiritual power and slowly spoke:

"Is this thorn poisonous?"

The monk looked up, his neck had been hanging down like a dying and depressed man, making it difficult to see his face except for the thick beard on either side of his cheeks.

At this moment, as soon as he raised his head, what caught everyone's eyes was an extremely hideous skull slowly raised, which was extremely terrifying.

'Shh

He looked at Song Qingxiao, who was speaking, and was silent, but it caused great pressure.

The handsome young man and the number one sitting beside him all moved to one side in unison the moment he looked up, as if they thought he was a plague god, and tried to avoid him.

In fact, the moment Song Qingxiao raised his head, he was also a little surprised when he looked at it.

But she soon calmed down.

In the trial scene, she not only encountered ghosts, corpses, etc., but even when she escaped from the horror camp, she was also besieged by skeletons, and she has long been resistant to the existence of 'living skeletons' in action.

Therefore, after the initial shock, under the gaze of the monk, she not only did not look away from herself, but looked at him with great interest.

After taking a closer look, Song Qingxiao found that his eyes were grayish-white, very cloudy, like glass with a large number of impurities and bubbles, and the moment he looked at people, it was extremely uncomfortable to look at.

His face was pale, almost bloodless.

And all the blood and qi gathered together, forming a large number of bruised spots, densely distributed around his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Under the dim lights in the carriage, the atmosphere was very eerie, which made his face suddenly look like a walking skull, which was intimidating.

After seeing clearly that what was just a living 'person' in front of him made Song Qingxiao interested in the power in him again.

His strength was different from that of the white-robed old man with a staff, with a dark, desperate aura, and like his blood, it seemed to have a special magical power.

This power is not magical, and it is subtly similar to the effects of demonic energy, but it is not consistent.

She couldn't help but think of her Qing Ying Order, which liked to suck demon qi and yin ghost qi the most, and these two powers seemed to be of great benefit to it.

Whether it was in the Yulun Void Realm, or after breaking into the ancient mansion in the northern suburbs and absorbing the power of the evil corpse cultivated by the people of the Fan clan, the power of the Qing Ying Order has improved.

Although because she was trapped in the hidden realm, she never had a chance to show it.

But as the owner of the blood contract with it, the slightest movement of it could not be hidden from Song Qingxiao's eyes.

I don't know if the strange power of this monk, the Qing Ying Order, can be devoured, and I don't know if there will be any mutations for it after being devoured.

She made up her mind that if she had the chance, she would definitely get some of the blood from this monk and let Qing Ying Ling give it a try.

The others didn't know what was going on in her heart, but after seeing her and the monk look at each other, the white-robed blonde beauty, who had been looking sad before, reluctantly spoke:

"Don't worry." Her tone was soft, but she also seemed a little jealous of the monk.

As he spoke, he moved his body, and his upper body subconsciously moved away from the monk's direction:

"Hayas is an ascetic monk—"

"Ascetic monks?" When Song Qingxiao heard this, she couldn't help but interrupt her words and asked.

The gentle beauty didn't mind her attitude, and when she heard her question, she nodded patiently and explained:

"Yes. The monks within the federation are divided into two factions, one is the servants of the Lord God, who bring the will of God to the believers of the Federation, and they are worshiped by the believers and use the power of the Lord God to solve the problems of the believers. ”

When she said this, she couldn't help but glance at the skeletal ghost-like Hayas, smiled at him, and then said:

"And the other is the ascetic with hayas as the main one."

Hearing her words, Hayas looked blank and did not react, and his eyes like dead fish did not show patience because of his own pain.

It was as if his whole consciousness had been detached from his body, and he didn't care about the severe pain on his body.

"Ascetic monks bear their sins with their bodies, and see the defiled flesh as a bondage. Therefore, the thorns on Hayas's body are just a means of cultivation. ”

This blonde and blue-eyed beauty is extremely gentle, and she also explained Song Qingxiao's questions softly:

"Their practice comes from pain, and the more pain they have, the more powerful they become, so they don't need to be treated."

She seemed to have a very good impression of Song Qingxiao's 'kind and considerate' words, and even explained the methods of Hayas's cultivation in detail.

The other people looked calm, and even Nahayas didn't refute it, so Hayas's method of ascetic cultivation should not be a big secret among this group of people.

Song Qingxiao asked casually like this, which seemed to be unreasonable, but he inquired about the secret of this hayas's cultivation.

Of the twelve people on the train, Hayas was an ascetic monk whose strength came from pain; The white-robed old man used the staff in his hand to perform a strange, magic-like secret technique.

In just a few minutes, Song Qingxiao actually found some ways for the two of the twelve.

While No. 1 and the others kept in mind what the blonde beauty said, they were all wary of Song Qingxiao's methods.

"Are ascetic monks predominantly Hayas?" Song Qingxiao didn't take the precautions of No. 1 and the others in his eyes, but remembered what this beauty said, grasped the key point in her words, and asked.

As soon as she said this, the beauty was stunned.

"There are such ignorant people in the Federation!" The purple-clothed man sitting by the window couldn't help but rub his slender and white fingers when he heard Song Qingxiao's conversation with the blonde beauty, and his face showed a bit of arrogance and mockery.

Song Qingxiao glanced at him lightly, only to see him squinting his slender eyes, and his eyes were unabashedly exposed with disdain and disdain, facing Song Qingxiao's gaze, not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he was even more unscrupulous, and sneered coldly.

"Is there something wrong with my words?" Song Qingxiao asked.

The arrogant man looked away, as if he disdained to talk to her, as if it was a great gift to look at her.

"Hayas is indeed the leader of the will among the ascetic monks." The woman spoke very understandingly, resolving the embarrassment caused by the arrogant attitude of the man in purple:

"In the Federation, the ascetic faction has grown into a fairly large force after more than three hundred years of development, and Harris is their god of faith."

"More than three hundred years?" Song Qingxiao couldn't help but purse her lips when she heard the words coming out of the woman's mouth: "Was the ascetic faction founded by him?" ”

The question she asked seemed to be extremely unbelievable to the twelve, and all those who heard her conversation with the woman seemed stunned.

The 'person' sitting on Song Qingxiao's left hand side didn't react, 'he' seemed to be asleep, his whole body was shrouded in a layer of blue cloak like the black robe, he couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman, and he didn't have the slightest movement or anger, like a dead man.

The purple-robed man who had not started was silent, but a vague shadow of him grinning and sneering was reflected in the window.

After a brief moment of astonishment at first, Hayas was like a stone sculpture, and did not speak again.

He didn't seem to be interested in everything around him, even if Song Qingxiao was talking to a woman who happened to be him, but for him, it seemed like he had nothing to do with him.

The muffled prayer resumed, and he hung his head again, bending his back even more.

The thorns tied to his back dug deep into his flesh, and the thorns of the thorns gripped at his flesh, tearing at his flesh with a chilling 'swish' sound.

Blood gushed out of the wound and was absorbed by the old monk's robe on his body, turning into black-red shadows, burrowing through his monk's robe, as if trying to weave a unique totem.

The black robe, which had closed his eyes and relaxed his back, sat up straight again on the train bench.

Under the shadow formed by the black robe, a pair of red eyes like small light bulbs flashed, opened them, and stared at Song Qing closely, as if they were looking at something new.

The woman and the old man holding the book looked at each other, both with a look of surprise and surprise on their faces.

"Yes—" The woman opened her mouth with some confusion and answered Song Qingxiao's question.

The atmosphere in the train suddenly became a little weird, Song Qingxiao could feel it, and as soon as her question came out, everyone seemed to be secretly looking at her.

Not only the black-robed, blonde-haired beauty, the old man, and the mage with his wand in both hands, but even the purple-robed man was watching him through the reflection of the train window.

The 'person' who had been sitting beside her all this time seemed to wake up, even though 'he' still maintained a posture with his head bowed as if he were asleep.

He didn't raise his head, took off the hat on 'him', and was still quiet as if he was dead, but Song Qingxiao could feel that 'he' had woken up, just staring at him coldly from another angle.

The gaze of these people formed a strange and powerful pressure, firmly pressing on her shoulders.

Even if the woman speaks, the atmosphere of silence seems to have not been broken, which is very strange.

In the dim light, there were fine dust rolling in the light, and the twelve people seemed to have a tacit secret, which made the atmosphere even more calm.

The unknown situation and the vague gaze formed a powerful oppressive force, Song Qingxiao stood up to everyone's gaze and spoke again:

"Really?" Her voice was very calm, and in the atmosphere of the carriage, it clearly came into everyone's ears:

"He looks very young."

Everyone's expressions became even more strange, and the white-robed old man with the staff trembled his eyebrows, but did not make a sound.

'Boom-' The wheels of the train rubbed against the rails with a deafening sound.

But at this time, this sound seems to be isolated, and the carriage seems to form a unique small world.

The faint laughter and conversation in the other carriages disappeared in an instant, and the carriage where Song Qingxiao and the others were sitting was suddenly very quiet.

The trialists all secretly watched Song Qing's little flirtatious fire, and did not make a noise, ready to sit back and enjoy the success and obtain information from her questioning.

"For ascetic monks, every practice is a complete reincarnation." The woman and the old man holding the book glanced at each other again, as if she saw that Song Qingxiao really didn't know anything, and she explained aloud:

"Suffering, sin, death, rebirth, this is a cycle of reincarnation, and it also represents a year of growth."

The woman said patiently, "So appearance doesn't tell Harris's real age." ”

"In other words, after he has gone through a complete practice, he can be regarded as growing by one year?" When Song Qingxiao heard this, he had a new understanding of some of the strangeness of the people in this mission scene.

She looked deeply at Harris, who was bowing his head and still chanting the scriptures softly with his waist bent, and asked.

"Yes." The woman nodded, confirming Song Qingxiao's guess.

As a result, it is difficult to verify the exact age of Harris.

But from this blonde beauty, the ascetic school was created by him, and after more than 300 years of development, it has become a force to be reckoned with.

This proves that this Harris has lived for at least three hundred years.

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