I can see the accuracy

The scenes in the memory With a little recollection, Chen Jing remembered the scene of her childhood that she had seen in Qian Jing before.

——It was when he had just reached his first birthday. That day, the whole family laughed and laughed.And his grandfather took a safety buckle and put it on his body.

After that, Chen Jing has been wearing the safety clasp since he can remember.

Until the first half of this year, the safety buckle that had been worn for many years suddenly broke one day.

Also because it was left by grandpa, even though it was broken, Chen Jing put it away.

Today, it happens to be stored in a mustard sac.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the mustard sac and rummaged through it.Finally, the safety buckle was turned over.

Putting the pieces together and looking at them carefully, you can see that there is a blood-colored "Wisdom" on one side of the pin.

Chen Jing was shocked when he saw this word.

"This is actually exactly the same as the Zhiyu thrown to the world by Penglai Xiandao Xiaosan."

The skulls of the old three saints of Penglai Xiandao were immortal. They gathered in the skulls. After being carved into yin and yang buckles, each yin and yang buckle bears a word.

They are [Wisdom], [Wu] and [Soul].

[Wisdom] represents the strongest insight, analysis, and predictive power among the three old saints, able to know the past and judge the future.

Wurepresents the strongest combat power among the three youngest sages. Physical strength alone can destroy the sky and the earth.

Soulrepresents the strongest soul power among the old three sages, soul power can kill people invisible, making people die in peace without knowing it.

"It's not a coincidence? How could it be that Zhiyu was thrown into the world by such a coincidence and ran into my grandfather's hands?"

Chen Jing used the accuracy rate to judge, but regarding Zhiyu's matter, the accuracy rate could not be measured at all.It's like a fortune teller can't count himself, it's an absolute taboo zone.

"Maybe it's true. If my safety buckle is not Zhiyu, where does my accuracy rate come from?"

"Zhiyu's ability is the strongest insight, resolution, and predictive ability. It can know the past and judge the future. And my accuracy rate ability, isn't it just like that?"

The ability to be accurate, able to analyze right and wrong, seems to be linked to [resolution].

Sometimes, it can still show some words, and even the lottery numbers and stocks' rise and fall can be predicted. This may be the ability to [know the past and judge the future].

But it may also be broken, so Chen Jing's ability is not comprehensive.

At least [Insight] Chen Jing has not felt it.

If his safety buckle is not a yin-yang buckle, then where does the accuracy rate come from, it doesn't make sense.

But if his pin buckle is the Zhiyu in the yin and yang buckle, then all this can be explained clearly.

"Who?"

While Chen Jing was observing the safety button intently, he suddenly saw a figure flashing in the corner of his eye.

Suddenly raising his head, he unexpectedly found a phantom sitting cross-legged on the root of the tree.

And that phantom was the one who played chess with him in the underground palace before.

Suddenly, I saw that phantom stretched out his hand and pointed a finger away, and a halo popped from the tip of his finger and fell on Chen Jing.

Chen Jing couldn't move involuntarily, and could only let the light ring trap himself.

After that, the brilliance flickered, as if traveling through countless time and space.

He came to a huge mountain like the back of a turtle.

Beside him, a crowd of old men knelt down and begged.

Opposite him, there was a white-clothed person stepping on auspicious clouds, domineering, sharp eyes bursting between opening and closing.

"Please the angel to spare his life. We are willing to pay all the price and replace him."

A group of old men kept knocking their heads, knocking their heads to pieces, and the blood stained the ground red.

On the opposite side, beside the white-clothed man who stepped on the auspicious clouds, a gray-clothed man suddenly instigated: "Angels, don’t forget the old three sages. If you let them go today, tomorrow, when they grow up, they will be A group of unrespected elders. How can such a white-eyed wolf be tolerated?"

The angel felt right. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed a volley, and grabbed a girl doll in his hand and pinched his neck: "I don't want to say anything. Now I will give you two choices, or I will kill you young one. Either you hand over the little three saints."

The elders continued to kowtow. They were powerless to resist. They could only lay down their dignity and figure to beg the other side for mercy and compassion.

But the more humble they were, the more contemptuous the angel.

"Your blood is worthless, so you just knock your head torn, and you don't want to impress me. Today, you can pay if you don't pay it."

As the angel spoke, she exerted force on her hands and pinched the little girl's neck vigorously.

The girl was still crying at first, but as he pinched her tightly, her throat couldn't make any sound.In addition, his complexion began to turn purple, and the intensity of struggle gradually decreased.

——I'm going to be strangled to death.

Chen Jing stood in the crowd and watched this scene, even if he was sensibly told that this was not his life.

But after being immersed in the scene, the atmosphere and environment gave him a sense of substituting indistinguishability between reality and illusion.

He was in the same mood as everyone else, especially after he watched the little girl's face turned purple.

Looking around, the little girl's face suddenly became his sister's face.

Become an Ying!

As he was dying, A Ying cried and looked at him, trying to call her brother, but her throat was choked and she couldn't call out.

Seeing this, Chen Jing suddenly exploded.Fed up.

The two green and gold qi bursts on his arm, and he jumped out of the crowd without saying a word, galloped forward [Luo Shen's Misty Steps], and hit the angel with one punch.

The angel grabbed the little girl and smashed it towards him. He picked it up with his backhand and held it in his arms.

The little girl coughed and choked blood in her mouth.

"Aying...Aying..."

Chen Jing shouted hoarsely, trying to wake up the girl.

But the moment the girl was thrown out by the angel, her throat was crushed, and her soul was shattered.

Chen Jing trembled, tears rushing out uncontrollably.

"Aying..."

The anger in his heart suddenly seemed to be thrown with a bucket of angry gasoline, and the unparalleled flame suddenly rushed into the sky. In the raging flames, all his sanity was burned, and what was left was as deep as the sea. Hatred.

"My family..."

Putting down Ah Ying's body, Chen Jing pulled out the three-legged moon incinerator and rushed up angrily.

At the angel, he smashed, and even the man in gray was also killed.

Hammer after hammer, the angel turned into scum and ashes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

He roared angrily, even if he killed the angel, he still did not stop, his eyes were scarlet and he stared into the distance, as if he wanted to kill everyone in white clothes stepping on auspicious clouds.

Huh~

Suddenly, the picture here turned again, and a cold feeling came.

A drop of green liquid fell on Chen Jing's forehead. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he was back in the white lotion pool.

Although in the scene just now, he knew it was an illusion, but when that emotion came up, he really couldn't control it.Even at this moment, the energy of hatred did not dissipate.

Suddenly raising his head, he looked at the phantom.

The phantom smiled at him, and the unfathomable smile seemed to carry infinite meaning.