Looking at Han Qianqian's shocked and unaware look, Qinglong could not help but laugh lightly at each other, for this kind of situation, this kind of reaction of the enemy, the Twelve Deaths of the Desert had long seen many times, and it had become natural.
Even, many times, they took their opponents' astonished, fool-like performance as a kind of capital to talk and laugh.
But suddenly, Han Qianqian froze violently, locking his gaze on the strange runes on the gang's bodies.
During the previous fight, although the twelve men had a square formation and a deliberate system of attack and defence, such strange runes on their bodies had not appeared.
It was only after the strange dodging and even stranger recovery ......
Is it hard to believe that ...... they employed some strange technique?!
Or maybe a strange formation or something like the Strange Arts?
The strange doorway?
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's eyes suddenly shrank, the so-called Qiankun Eight Trigrams, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the twelve zodiac signs are corresponding to the 12 Earthly Branches of Zi, Ugly, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai!
Could it be!
"The Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Kun? Reversing Yin and Yang?" Han Qianqian snapped his head up and stared intently at Qinglong!
Hearing Han Qianqian's words, Qinglong and the other twelve people's smiles froze slightly, obviously somewhat frozen, but then Qinglong smiled again, "I can't see that you're quite clever."
The bull's head broke his fingers, "Counting up, it is also the fourteen thousand seven hundred and eleventh dead soul under us who knows that it is the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth."
"But what's the use of knowing?" When Ox Head finished, he looked at his group of brothers with a puzzled expression.
The group of men instantly laughed again, the mockery couldn't be more obvious.
Yes, they had killed countless people and had bodies that could fill a hole in the sky, but there were also many clever people among them, and there were many who could quickly reflect on the techniques they used.
But it was one thing to know their methods, and another to be able to break them.
"I see." Han Qianqian sighed slightly, he finally knew why he had missed several times in a row when he had been close to the attack.
It wasn't because he had problems of his own, and it was definitely not because that night chicken and mad dog could hide!
The Eight Trigrams!
The Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth!
The runes on these twelve men interlocked with each other, forming a kind of formation similar to the Eight Trigrams, and every time Han Qianqian attacked, these guys used the Eight Trigrams to make a Qiankun judgement, using the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches to deduce and calculate their attack!
Also known as divination!
Only, compared to others who might only assist in divination, these twelve guys are probably themselves the divination trigrams themselves, and have to deduce and calculate something, which is also very human!
As for the recovery of everything in the party, it is very understandable on this basis.
As the saying goes, Taiji gives rise to the two rites, the two rites give rise to the four elephants, and the four elephants give rise to the eight trigrams, which means that the eight trigrams also mean that the universe is all encompassing!
They are reversing yin and yang, working backwards!
Thinking of this, the corners of Han Qianqian's mouth could not help but draw a cold smile, now he finally understood why Mad Dog and Night Chicken were so bold, and he understood even better why these guys kept forcing themselves to beat them up!
Humiliating themselves was secondary, consuming themselves was the real thing!
"Am I right?" Han Qianqian looked at Qinglong coldly.
Qinglong smiled faintly, then clapped his hands and applauded.
By making all the backwards truths happen to everyone but themselves, this way, not only did they confuse themselves terribly, but crucially, they kept draining themselves of energy in the process.
When they had played almost enough and felt that they had humiliated themselves enough, everything was withdrawn.
Even if Han Qianqian was stronger than them, by that time Han Qianqian would have run out of real energy and would be nothing more than a lamb to be slaughtered in their eyes!
"That's quite a game." Han Qianqian smiled and nodded.
It was not difficult to understand why they could call themselves the so-called Twelve Gods of Death in the Desert.
"Well said, well said." Qinglong smiled gently and then said, "It's all just some trivial skills, not worth mentioning."
"But it's just such a small thing, naive you can't break it, you can only be trapped to death, hey, waste is waste."
Hearing these words, the crowd laughed loudly.
And at this time, Han Qianqian, also suddenly cracked his mouth out laughing ......