"Lin An, ascetic number."
"99..."
"According to the number order, you will be the 99th ascetic to enter the initial place."
In the quiet temple, the young man sitting cross-legged on the futon said a few words expressionlessly and then closed his eyes.
Just looking at Lin An's strange equipment, an indistinct emotion flashed through his eyes.
Then everything was calm.
Standing there, Lin An carefully scanned the temple layout.
Up high. All 19 ascetics sit on futons like sculptures.
They are all young people.
But Lin An knew that these people were all over a hundred years old and had reversed their age.
According to what the cavalry commander said, the ascetic's rebirth comes from borrowing power from the future.
He couldn't help but think of the sequence of cause and effect.
The abilities are so similar...
Is it coincidence or necessity?
As for the initial place, according to the introduction.
The existence of the Beginning Land interested him greatly.
This place is rumored or confirmed to be the place where the first ascetic was born.
As long as you enter once, you can "understand" the eternal mystery of the first ascetic.
Gain strength enhancement.
Replenish vitality, and even "enlighten" transcendence.
For the ascetic, this is the only and only supreme "temptation."
"Li Yi, number 78988, you entered 216 years later."
"Yuan Ping, number 99954, the time you entered the original place will be 273 years later..."
....
As the ascetic who awarded the number issued the number to several other new ascetics, Lin An inexplicably felt several pairs of jealous eyes.
His number is 99, an extremely high number.
He didn't pay too much attention to the number he got.
99 is too far back for him.
According to the laws established by the Daxia Dynasty, in addition to entering the secret realm by being granted a number sequence, ascetics can also enter in advance by obtaining military exploits.
Even entered multiple times.
The initial place, as soon as I heard it, was related to the [Initial Battle] mission.
The waiting time of 99 days is too long for him...
Faintly, Lin An always felt that the so-called initial place might hide the secrets of ascetics.
"grown ups!"
"Why is his number so high?"
"An ascetic actually resorts to external forces!"
"I think he is obviously a fake!"
While Lin An was thinking, a middle-aged man in tattered robes pointed at Lin An angrily.
His number was assigned three hundred years later.
Among the people present, he was the one with the lowest number.
Probably because the way he became an ascetic was what the cavalry officers described as a crooked way.
The man who spoke had pits on his face, looking like a fish that had its scales shaved off.
Apparently, the way he was promoted was by skinning?
After becoming ascetics, they cannot lie.
These words were truly what he was thinking.
Ascetics may not pursue worldly financial rights, but when faced with eternal pursuits, they are more crazy than anyone else.
When a group of newly promoted ascetics heard him questioning Xiang Lin An, they couldn't help but agree.
What a joke.
If they don't participate in the battle and don't borrow the power of the future to resurrect, they may not live for two to three hundred years...
As new ascetics, they must choose a fortress to participate in the battle.
No one can explain how to continue to strengthen our faith and gain a new round of strength.
The Beginning Place is the only hope for survival in their eyes.
Or the hope of achieving transcendence.
Most of the ascetics who could not enter the initial land exhausted their future vitality after fighting a few times and died prematurely.
Three hundred years almost sentenced them to death.
Ascetics are actually very hard-working.
Especially the ascetics who were promoted through their methods.
Unlike the pilgrim ascetics, the lunatics were completely deprived of their emotions.
The quiet temple suddenly became noisy.
Seeing the skinned ascetic with a distorted expression, as if he wanted to eat him alive, Lin An looked at him in surprise.
It turns out that not all ascetics are robots...
But this guy's jealousy is really strong.
He actually broke through the system's disguise.
This kind of firm "faith" is actually quite strong...
Too lazy to pay attention to these jealous ascetics who were about to go crazy, Lin An secretly used the mechanical compass to deduce the battle situation.
Putting aside these new ascetics, the aura of these old ascetics responsible for awarding numbers is not weak.
It is inevitable to confront these ascetics.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, why not deduce the outcome of the battle.
The first time I used the mechanical compass for divination, a brief battle result was fed back one by one.
Deduction scan.
The first one on the left, number 98... can be killed.
The second number 82...can kill.
The third number is 71...can kill with minor injuries.
...
Sweep continuously.
When it was the turn of the ascetic to be given a number, he sat in the center.
Lin An couldn't help but feel shocked.
Ascetic number 28, seriously injured...killed.
On the 28th...can you already compete with yourself?
Mechanical Compass' battle deduction is not like a real-time summary in the form of a celestial being, but a battle result given by combining all his strengths and means.
Although it may not be 100% correct, the basic reference is still there.
The ascetic in front of him, the strongest ascetic in the entire temple, was actually able to seriously injure himself.
My heart sank.
Lin An couldn't help but think of the ones with higher numbers.
This task is indeed not that simple.
The original intention of relying on luck and purely relying on strength to kill all the ascetics was completely abandoned.
It seems that we have to start with the mystery of their power.
Sighing, Lin An simply put away the compass and turned to look at the new ascetic who was still chattering.
On the futon, the powerful ascetic responsible for awarding numbers spoke directly and shouted to stop everyone:
"The numbers are divided according to strength!"
"No noise or trouble is allowed here!"
He really didn't like these new ascetics, especially those who were completely different from those who were promoted through the "regular" way.
It's just that there was almost no emotion, so it didn't show.
The new ascetic who was the first to question Lin An looked shocked:
"Lord Guard, we dare not question your decision."
"It's just that this person is obviously still using foreign objects!"
"There is no trace of suffering on his body. Is there something wrong with the way he was judged?"
No idea, but that's what he was thinking.
Say whatever you have to say.
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and looked at Lin An, stroking the pitted scars on his face:
"I have suffered so much and my will is so strong!"
"I've been buried in the snow in freezing winters, and I've used razor blades to cut through my flesh!"
"I don't believe that my faith can't compare to yours!"
"Suffering makes me stronger!"
baffling.
Lin An looked impatiently at the ascetic with a pitted face.
Shabi?
The ascetics in this world are like lunatics.
The ascetic kind is okay, as emotionless as a robot.
New ascetics like this are all like lunatics.
Lin An chuckled and licked his lips.
He saw that the other party was already a little crazy.
To be honest, he was actually very curious about how these ascetics performed in his actual battle.
Kill early, kill later, kill now.
The other party provokes me with words. Is it reasonable for me to take action?
"You must have deceived the Lord Guard!"
"I don't accept it! I want..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin An suddenly stood up and pulled out the Blade of Cain with his backhand.
"sulfuric acid"
The sword light is sharp.
The new ascetic who was still chattering endlessly was cut into two pieces in an instant.
The body flew out upside down.
Violent psychic powers attach to the Blade of Cain.
Facing such a strong body, Lin An's strength was as fragile as a blank piece of paper.
The body that was split in half spurted out blood, which poured all over everyone.
The sudden change shocked them on the spot.
They never expected that Lin An would draw his sword and kill someone at the slightest disagreement.
Ascetics, shouldn't they be knocking people with their fists?
In shock.
The eyelids of the ascetic guarding the No. 9 Fortress on the futon twitched. He was about to speak when he couldn't do anything here.
But Lin An sneered and suddenly flashed onto the body that was split in half.
"Still want to recover?"
Those who have obviously been beheaded to death cannot die again.
But the ascetic who was split in two actually squirmed like an immortal Shura, trying to stick together.
As expected, the healing ability is extremely powerful.
but...
Even if garbage is resurrected a hundred times, it is still garbage.
Let’s see which one is faster: you are resurrected faster, or my sword is faster!
Without hesitation.
In the eyes of the newly "resurrected" ascetic, a sword light flashed again.
The pupils that had just recovered were filled with shock and anger.
The sword light struck into his eyes.
He never expected that Lin An would dare to do something in front of the guard.
"No!"
"Ascetics cannot be killed!"
"I don't accept it!"
"boom!"
The burst of mental power smashed his head into pieces, causing the new ascetics around him to jump up in shock.
Resurrection again.
The pale-faced skinned man was about to open his mouth when he shouted half in panic and half in resentment:
"you..."
"boom!"
"kill.."
"boom!"
"No..."
...
I can't say a complete sentence.
The skinned ascetic who wanted to say that Lin An couldn't kill him finally started to be afraid after dying ten times in an instant.
He couldn't help but want to run for his life.
Are you kidding? He died ten times in one second.
In a few seconds, they will be gone!
The new ascetics around him felt that their beliefs were beginning to become unstable.
Their usual way of sharpening their will is self-abuse. Never have they seen such a brutal battle scene.
For a moment, everyone looked at the ascetic on the futon with pleading eyes.
But for some reason, these ascetics seemed invisible and remained silent collectively.
Why! ?
Why are the guardians and powerful ascetics motionless? !
In surprise, Lin An, who was constantly chasing and crushing corpses, suddenly became impatient.
The ascetic is indeed a weakling who cannot be beaten to death.
He was strong enough to crush this guy, but his attack was so high that it killed him instantly, but it all overflowed.
"Let's see how many times you can be resurrected!"
With a flip of his wrist, Lin An summoned ten alloy swords in one go.
The blood that had not been used for a long time was also shot out instantly.
"Shock me!"
"Buzz-"
Shocked by blood.
Like being nailed to a cross.
Ten long swords shot out quickly, pinning the skinned ascetic who wanted to escape to the stone floor.
The dark red blood was inserted directly into his head, continuously destroying his brain tissue with high-frequency vibrations tens of thousands of times per second.
Efficiency is significantly improved.
Every time the brightness returned to the eyes of the resurrected ascetic, they dimmed instantly.
Just a few seconds later.
"No!!!"
"boom!"
A puddle of mud lay on the shattered stone slab, finally motionless.
It took 4 seconds and resulted in a total of 42 kills.
The ascetics who are constantly resurrected consume all their future and are completely annihilated in this world.
Retract the sword hilt.
Lin An chuckled and looked around.
"I am actually a special ascetic."
"The talent is better than yours."
"I know how to use a sword."
"This is reasonable, right?"
After saying that, Lin An turned around and walked out of the temple, leaving everyone stunned in place.
After he turned around, Zheng Guard, who was motionless at first, suddenly twitched his eyelids.
....
After leaving the door, there was deathly silence in the temple.
What Lin An didn't know was.
The good ascetic, Ding Ji, has always been expressionless, like an old monk sitting still.
It seemed calm and nothing happened.
But when Lin An was given the number, Ding Ji felt a palpitation in his heart.
If it weren't for the fact that he most trusted and that every ascetic must abide by, he told him "Don't meddle in other people's business."
He must find out what "thing" this weird ascetic is.
Somehow, he always felt that Lin An didn't look like a human being?
The other person sitting next to Ascetic No. 28 moved his eyelids slightly.
He felt that the strongest guard in Fortress No. 9 was a little confused.
The two looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, and Ascetic No. 71 actually saw a hint of shock in his eyes.
"what happened?"
"Guardian, what's wrong with you?"
Mental communication is like sound transmission.
As soon as his mind moved, he asked directly.
Is there anything that could make Ascetic No. 28’s belief unstable?
"nothing..."
The fortress guard No. 28 suppressed the distracting thoughts that kept rising in his heart and closed his eyes tightly.
Nothing really.
He was just like Lin An, and couldn't help but "predict" the outcome of several battles with Lin An.
However.
He saw a black screen more than a hundred times.
A moment before the screen went black.
Vaguely saw a giant silver bear, constantly scattering his ashes?
