The boys and girls shrank, and no one wanted to be the first to step forward. Seeing that the old man's face was getting more and more impatient, suddenly there was a soft cry, and the burned girl wrapped in a cloak stepped forward.
She looked back at the girl in white in disbelief, "You push..."
"Hurry up!" The female cultivator took out a pill from the white jade bottle and interrupted her impatiently.
The two fierce men clenched their fists. The girl shrank her neck in fear. She glanced at the red pills in the female cultivator's hand. She suddenly raised her head and raised her hand to knock the pills away. "I won't take it!"
Yunli's mouth opened into an O shape. How can you be such a willful young lady? This is a cult, and they are not your parents. Is it really okay to be so willful?
"I'm here to practice. I am the Three Spiritual Roots. Don't you..."
The girl was still talking excitedly, not realizing the danger at all, or in other words, she was aware of it and was just trying to add some chips to herself.
The female cultivator smiled coldly, and the big man on the left stretched out two fingers to pinch the girl's slender neck. After a click, the girl's neck tilted softly to one side. The big man threw her to the ground without even looking.
The crowd was silent. Everyone was shocked by this scene. They lined up tremblingly, stepped forward one by one, took the pills, and received another token.
Yunli and the other three were relatively behind. She was racking her brains to think of some way to deceive him. If you eat this thing, you will be shackles for life. From now on, your fate will be in the hands of others!
Suddenly, a big man waved his hand and knocked the young man in front of him who had just swallowed Devil May Cry, staggering. His cheeks immediately swelled like a bun. While his mind was buzzing, the big man grabbed his head and slapped him several times. The slap was thrown away.
"You little bastard, you dare to play tricks in front of your grandpa!"
The young man fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and a broken vermilion pill rolled out of his open palm.
The old man in the air said calmly: "Send him to the dark prison."
"yes."
The big man who looked fierce just a moment ago became as docile as a kitten. He responded respectfully and carried the boy towards the end of the valley.
With this lesson in mind, Yunli didn't dare to think too hard. She took the pills honestly, took the token and stood aside.
After everyone surrendered to Devil May Cry and received the token, the old man put his hands behind his back and said in a voice that sounded like he was coming from hell, "When you enter Canye Pavilion, all the things you have done in your past life are not counted. On this token are your names. The only name, do you remember it?"
Everyone quickly replied in unison: "Remember!"
Yunli brushed the token with her index finger, Qian Shi, what a stupid name. She turned to look at Wei Lin's token, Qian Jiu.
There were dark lines on her face. Needless to say, Wen Xueruo must be Qian Eleven. The three of them had received the tokens just now.
Arranged with numbers, you can also call him by name. At most, it can be used as a code name. I finally know why the middle-aged man who taught swordsmanship in the village was called Chang Wu by such a strange name.
After distributing the medicine, the old man stopped quietly in the sky without saying anything about the next step. The female cultivator also had a calm face. However, the tall man who was left behind had a strange expression. When his eyes swept across them, he was faintly excited, and there was also a hint of excitement. Some cruelty and a good show.
Yunli's heart was pounding, what else should she do? She glanced at the untouched cyan jade bottle on the right side of the nun's face, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.
Silence, deathly silence. The experience just now made everyone understand the cruelty of this organization. They didn't understand what they were going to do. Everyone didn't dare to speak and stood silently.
The silent guard suddenly felt his sleeves tighten, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a small white hand ruining his sleeve again. Even if he grabbed it, she kept rubbing it.
Wei Lin was speechless, thought for a moment, then turned over and held her little hand.
The cool touch on her hand made Yunli feel much more at ease. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Don't be afraid or not, it's just poison. All things are interdependent. There must be an antidote for poison. You can always find an antidote.
She was doing some mental construction when an uncontrollable moan of pain suddenly sounded in her ears. She turned her head suddenly and saw the young man who was the first to take the Devil's Cry curled up in pain on the ground, rolling and moaning.
Is this the effect of the medicine? Yunli's mouth went dry. The next moment, moans sounded one after another. The effects of the medicine took effect one after another. Yunli also felt the blood and blood in his body churning. A sharp pain in the heart came from the muscles and veins. One moment it seemed to be tied into a knot and twitching, the next moment it seemed to burst.
She slowly curled up and kept changing positions, trying to find a position with less pain, but no, no matter what movement she made, there was severe pain.
Just when she was tortured to the point of death, her heart suddenly shrank, and a warm current spread rapidly from the heart to the whole body. Wherever it passed, the poison seemed to be evaporated, and the pain receded like a tide.
Yunli's face was pale and she was in shock. She slowly raised her body up with her elbows on the ground. Big beads of sweat fell down one by one. She had never experienced such inhuman pain in her entire life.
Suddenly his eyes caught sight of the people still rolling around him, Yunli's heart skipped a beat, his elbows softened subconsciously, and he rolled to the ground again and started wailing.
what happened? Their medicine is no longer effective! Could it be that the poison of the warm current just now was detoxified by the warm current?
Yunli felt a turmoil in her heart. While curling up in pain, she carefully observed everyone. Wen Xueruo, who was nearby, clenched her fists and bit her lower lip. The blood stains on her clothes were much lighter after being soaked with sweat, but there was only a lot of stains on her clothes. Mud and dust.
Wei Lin on the side was very tolerant and only frowned. If he hadn't seen most of his fingers dug into the soil, Yunli would have suspected that his poison had been cured.
Seeing that his fingers were slightly bent and he was digging hard into the soil, Yunli quickly grabbed him and tried to fix his broken fingers.
Finally, after half a cup of tea, the old man's voice sounded again, "Give them the antidote."
The female cultivator responded respectfully and poured out light green pills from the sapphire bottle. The short man opened the mouths of the boys and girls one by one and stuffed the pills into their mouths.
The cooling pill melts instantly in the mouth, and the liquid slides down the throat, and the bone-gnawing pain is gradually lifted away.
"This is the soul-locking pill, the antidote to Devil's Cry," said the old man. He paused, his tone turned cold, and said word by word: "Poison."
Yunli clenched her fist angrily, another dose of poison, it's not over yet!
Wei Lin lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes. Wen Xueruo was very calm. She was used to this situation.
The old man smiled cruelly, "Soul-locking pill, soul-locking pill, locks a person's soul in the body to prevent it from being taken away. Of course, it cannot take away the body of others."
If he can't seize other people's bodies, he will have to bear the poison of Devil May Cry forever and be controlled by Can Ye Pavilion for life. Yunli feels cold in his heart. One link after another, what on earth is this organization going to do?
"From now on, you will be the people of Canye Pavilion in life and the ghosts of Canye Pavilion in death. You will never betray Canye Pavilion!"
The old man's voice was cold, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. After speaking coldly, he left. Everyone who had survived the disaster slowly got up and replied with lingering fear in the direction he left: "Yes!"
The night wind howled, causing the trees to sway this way and that.
In the innermost courtyard on the right, Yunli closed the sect inspection in her hand, turned around and asked, "When are we going to do the mission?"
Wei Lin's beautiful thumb rubbed the Kongling Jue for a while, and then he said after a long time: "Tomorrow."
"Are you too hasty?" Yunli frowned. I don't know if Devil May Cry has any other side effects. My senior brother had his arm injured by the silk of the Acromantula before, so he didn't know about the silk. If the poison is mixed with Devil May Cry, will there be any adverse reactions?
"What we need most right now are secret skills and techniques. We can complete tasks early to earn contribution points and redeem them, so that we can have more self-protection capabilities."
In Canye Pavilion, secret skills, elixirs, magic spells, talismans, and even spiritual stones can all be exchanged for contribution points. It can be said that contribution points are the universal currency of Canye Pavilion, and the only way to earn contribution points is Just do the task.
Yunli thought for a while, "Let's take the basic tasks as well."
The basic task is a task that must be done every year. It lasts for one year and has no contribution points. If you don't do it, you won't have the Soul Locking Pill. Take it first. If it is convenient to do other tasks, you can do it on the way.
"That's fine."
Her eyes fell on the technique in his hand. He had been turning over the empty spirit techniques after seeing the sect inspection. Yunli couldn't help but ask, "You want to practice it?"
Wei Lin raised his eyebrows, "Why not."
Good exercises can allow practitioners to absorb spiritual energy faster and practice with twice the result with half the effort. Some exercises with their own attributes can even have their own attack or auxiliary characteristics. For example, her Hongchen exercise has its own illusions, which can not only It shields others from detection and resists other people's illusions.
Yunli was still a little worried, so she scanned the outside with her spiritual consciousness, and then lowered her voice and said: "This place is not a good place at first glance. They started to threaten us from the village, and now they are even more threatening. The skills they gave us Could it be that it is an evil technique like the Blood Ming Kung Fu?"
Wei Lin lowered his eyes and stared at the jade slip in his hand, and said, "No."
Yunli suspiciously picked up the jade slip she was assigned, put it on her forehead, and carefully searched the contents on the jade slip. There was indeed no sign that this was an evil practice.
There are only four levels of spirit-inducing techniques, and there is no other technique at hand to change, so I can only say: "When we find a better technique in the future, we will change it immediately!"
Early the next morning, the two went to the mission hall early.
The steward of the mission hall is a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament, who is in the middle stage of foundation building. He holds a book in his hand, sits behind the table, and studies it carefully. He does not look like a monk in 360 degrees, but like a mortal. Rhys is a gentle scholar.
Seeing someone coming, he put down the book and raised his eyes to look up. His eyes were also gentle and gentle. Yunli handed him the identity token, saluted politely and said, "Uncle, let's take over the mission."
His eyes fell on the white iron decoration on their right shoulders, and Shen Yi was a little surprised, "Thousand-character generation? Are you the new disciples who joined the pavilion yesterday?"
The disciples of Canye Pavilion are all dressed in pitch black hooded black robes and a mask that can cover the person tightly from top to bottom. The pattern on the right shoulder is engraved with characters representing the generation. They This batch is a thousand, and the decorative material represents different levels of killers. White iron is the lowest yellow level, followed by the black level of brass, the silver level, and the gold heaven level. In addition, there are four major killers, It is so mysterious that few people have seen it.
Yunli raised a sweet smile, "Yes."
Don't hit the smiling man. Since they want to live here, they will definitely visit the mission hall frequently in the future, and they must have a good relationship with the steward.
Shen Yi was dazzled by her bright smile. Was yesterday's entry into the cabinet not enough of a deterrent, or was this child careless?
He slowly took out a scroll from the shelf behind him, tapped it lightly with his fingertips, and suddenly the light flashed, and the scroll suddenly unfolded, almost covering the entire table.
