The door of life and death, a pun.
Within three breaths, those who are willing to leave this door have chosen to live.
Those who stayed behind chose to die.
This is the first layer of meaning.
The second meaning is the special ability contained in Ding Yi32 after completion.
That is the doom divine power, and it is also the artistic conception of forgetfulness.
The former divine power can cause the people of this place to fall into endless doom after closing the door, and the only way to end up is death.
The latter forgetfulness will make them forget that they are dead and themselves are dead, so they will be filled with bad luck until they become strange beings.
For example, the head and the stone lion are this kind of weirdness.
To some extent, this is the product of the accidental fusion of gods and immortals.
After all, divine power comes from the gods, and the artistic conception comes from the power of the monks to resist the gods.
This is the demonstration of Ding Yi 32's true ability after completion, in addition, in terms of sealing, Ding 1 32 has also reached the extreme.
Unless you have the ability to fight against doom and oblivion at the same time, or use your crushing combat power to forcibly blast away, otherwise, 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 cultivators of this place time to leave.
This scene fell in mid-air outside Ding Yi32, in the eyes of the Yanyue nobleman in the golden palace, his eyes froze slightly, and his eyes flickered slightly.
He naturally saw the extraordinary nature of this prison, and also felt the killing intention from the human race within him.
So what was in front of him at this moment was a choice.
Do you want to stop it?
"Why should I stop it? The purpose of the great hunt is to select the seeds of the race, and in this world, the weak eat the strong, withering and prospering as fate does, such a strong human race, his arrival will stimulate the proud juniors in the race even more."
"Besides, this human race kid, I don't know if he was taught by others, he did things quite well, so he actually opened the door first and gave people a chance to leave."
This Yanyue nobleman thought for a while, smiled slightly, looked at Xu Qing's gaze, finally had some appreciation, and also foresaw that in the future, his forbidden area would become bloody.
"Yes, interesting."
The Yanyue nobles outside Ding Yi 32 chose not to intervene, so at this moment, the monks of the Yan Yue tribes inside Ding 132 were also a choice in front of them.
Leave, or stay.
If Xu Qing had not poisoned and killed the cultivator of the Ninth Mountain, then everyone would basically choose to stay and ignore Xu Qing's words.
But after seeing Xu Qing kill the ninth mountain monk with his own eyes, and then use an even more bizarre magic lamp to destroy people and destroy Tianlingzi, his words had the power of speaking out of the law.
And the strange behavior of their heads and the fingers of the gods, the weirdness formed by all these things is also the source of people's fears.
In the end, some monks gritted their teeth and opened their speed, gave up fighting here, and went straight to the exit of Ding Yi 32.
After all, not everyone wants to go crazy at this time.
Their departure was not stopped, and they flew out one by one in an instant and left the prison.
But in the remaining 70%, there were still some people with chills in their eyes, based on their own self-confidence and the large number of people, they thought they could give it a try.
As the Yanyue ethnic group, their concept since childhood was to kill and compete, as long as the interests are large enough, then they can fight.
Obviously, the forbidden mountain above Xu Qing's head has made its value exceed the forbidden area itself, so in terms of interests, it is enough.
In addition, there is also a part of hesitation, seeing that someone has successfully left, they are still making a choice in their hearts, but it is too late.
Three breaths, passing.
The prison door of Ding Yi32 closed instantly, and a huge roar echoed, and the stone lion and the head in the prison all let out cheers to welcome the new inmates.
The strange aura suddenly erupted in this Ding Yi 32.
The god pointed there, and his body rolled and hit the prison, causing the entire prison to tremble, and at this moment, his body exuded endless blood, spreading in all directions.
Wherever he went, Ding Yi 32's appearance also changed and became a blood-colored yellow spring hell.
The meaning of bad luck was emanating from every inch of this prison, rendering the earth and invading the twenty-seven forbidden mountains here, and the heterogeneity that originally belonged here was also swallowed by the gods' fingers in an instant, becoming a part of Ding Yi 32.
He may be much worse than other gods in terms of combat power, and he lives aggrieved enough, but he is a god after all, and he is better than Xu Qing in some basic operations that belong to gods.
So in an instant, everything in Ding Yi 32 became a whole.
In the next instant, the meaning of bad luck suddenly broke out.
A considerable part of the hundreds of people who stayed here had some unbelievable behavior.
For example, someone had an old injury that had been caused again due to a deviation in the operation of their cultivation, and the probability of this incident should have been extremely low, but it still appeared.
Under the outbreak of this injury, this cultivator directly spewed out blood, and at the same time as the accident, there was also suspicion.
For example, someone had just taken out a magic weapon, but this magic weapon exploded on its own due to the instability of a 1 in 10,000 chance that it would appear inside, affecting itself.
For example, someone took out some poison avoidance pills and wanted to swallow them, but strangely took the wrong pill, which not only did not have the effect of avoiding poison, but made themselves more vulnerable to poison.
For example, there were also people whose bodies took off into the air, but they were affected by the fragments formed by the explosion of the magic weapon on the side, although they dodged away, but there were too many similar things, dozens or hundreds of magic weapons collapsed, and the terrifying power formed made many people affected.
For another example, someone roared and unfolded his magical powers, but there was a strange deviation, and this deviation that should not have appeared caused the technique to backlash.
Another example is that someone forcibly uses some lethal techniques or magic weapons, although they were originally strong, they could be controlled by the outside world, but now all accidents have appeared and roared separately.
Looking around, all the monks of the Yanyue clan within Ding Yi 32 fell into chaos one by one, and all kinds of accidents that happened to them, combined, were bad luck.
And they immediately noticed that something was wrong, someone was well-informed, instantly recognized it, and exclaimed.
"Doom...... This is theocracy!"
As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators in this place changed their expressions drastically, only Xu Qing sat on the ninth mountain, extremely calm, and the captain sat beside him, smiling with a big face.
As for Qiu Quezi, he was stunned again at this moment.
At the same time, these monks here also quickly found a way to crack it.
"Kill that weird human race, this place will naturally be solved!"
A series of murderous eyes converged from all directions, and then all the figures here flew out rapidly and roared towards Xu Qing.
Although on the road, there were still various accidents, and even between them, they inexplicably touched each other's indirect techniques, resulting in casualties.
But looking at it as a whole, the killing intent was strong, and it was rapidly approaching Xu Qing.
Simply...... They didn't know that bad luck was just part of Ding Yi's power and forgot the artistic conception...... Already unknowingly, it renders here.
And the closer you get to Xu Qing, the richer this rendering becomes.
So in the blink of an eye, its effect appeared, the fastest approach to Xu Qing, those Yanyue monks who were only more than two hundred feet away from him, they had suffered many bad luck, and they were about to rush.
But in the next moment, their expressions appeared dazed, and their bodies instinctively paused, standing in mid-air.
They forget their purpose.
Subsequently, more monks, under the effect of forgetting the artistic conception, forgot their purpose, forgot to look for Xu Qing, and some even more seriously, forgot why they were here.
Also forget about the big hunt......
Dazedness has become the main theme here, even if they look at each other and occasionally think of something for a moment, but as the power of forgetting becomes more and more intense, they forget more.
Bad luck, followed by a fierce laugh, erupted in them again.
Death, continuous appearance, due to various accidental deaths of each other, a large number of corpses fell from the sky.
However, after all, there were still monks who relied on their own talents, or special treasures and bloodlines, and under the blessing of bad luck and oblivion, they barely stayed awake and sent out urgent words.
"This is bad luck and forgetting, everyone disperse, don't get close to each other, don't unfold superfluous techniques, only think about one thing in your mind, keep repeating it, that is, the murderer, shout this out loud, with the help of the aftersound of the voice, to remind others of the consciousness of continuous forgetting!"
"Murderer!"
"Murderers!!"
"Murderer!!
In the sky, all the monks of the Flame Moon clan were breathing rapidly one by one, in this crisis, between life and death, under this weirdness, they let out a shout, their voices echoing and deafening.
Even if someone forgets it, hearing this voice will form an instinct.
Under this instinct, all the Yanyue monks rushed towards Xu Qing and killed them.
At the same time, the rolling impact of the god's fingers, like thunder, echoed here.
Shi Shizi's dance also became more and more exciting.
The strange laughter in his head was even more harsh.
The rotation of the grinding disc has become a whirlpool.
The scarecrow made by the scarecrow is constantly twisted.
And the old man Danqing, looking crazy, had already drawn portraits of everyone here, and finally turned around, knelt down to Xu Qing in the distance, and shouted.
"The great guard, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress them!"
The stone lion, the head, the scarecrow, and the grinding disc all stopped their original behavior at this moment, knelt down one after another, and shouted the same words.
"The great guard, the prisoners are rioting, please suppress them!"
"Please suppress it!"
As soon as their words came out, the sky and earth changed, the wind was surging, Xu Qing raised his head, stood up from his cross-legged knees, and raised his right hand.
On the black spear in front of him, the golden crow roared, black flames erupted, and the spear rolled upside down, which was grasped by Xu Qingyi.
Xu Qing's eyes were chilled, his right foot was raised, and he moved forward...... Take a step!
Go straight to the sky!
The captain behind him also stretched his waist and grinned at Qiu Quezi.
"Little Sparrow, if you don't do it, the forbidden mountain you want will be gone."
The captain licked his lips and rushed away.
The killing began.