I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 535: The blood of the witch race
Lingping looked at the magic weapons that suddenly fell out of thin air.
Two-handed flying swords can be seen at a glance.
A bell made of quaint unknown metal.
There is also a picture inscribed with countless stars.
"Sure enough, everything in the dream is possible!" He laughed.
However, Wutian Buddha did not even look at the treasures.
The skin under his cheek is almost wrinkled.
"Your picture is not small!" The thing in his skin yelled noisily, and he looked at the black robe on his body, revealing countless things.
These things have no specific shape or specific size.
To be precise, there should be nothing, even matter, that would have such a deformed, terrifying and frantic form.
When these things came out, the entire Dusitian instantly became dilapidated.
The pavilions and pavilions began to show signs of mildew.
The fairy mist rolled, gradually being dyed gray.
Even the dragon meat, the crystal clear dragon meat, began to decay.
There are maggots growing out of it.
The original sweet gravy has now become extremely foul-smelling.
It is the Eastern Buddha, who also deeply feels that his golden body is undergoing the washing of infinite huiyuan and karma.
Moreover, there is a feeling that oneself is about to die.
He understands that this is one of the avenues of the Heavenless Buddha.
It may even be his gifted supernatural powers.
Maybe, the Dharma of the Wutian Buddha is also the orthodox Dharma.
It's just that this Dharma is neither the present nor the future.
It's the Dharma after the death of all things.
At that time, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas had passed away.
Three Thousand Avenues are all shattered.
The sentient beings have long since turned into dead bones in the mound.
Even the good fortune jade butterfly has decayed into a little dust in the chaos.
At that time, decay became a great way.
Death is the end.
In the past, everything was empty, after that everything was bad.
Everything is empty, everything is bad.
So the avenue is chaotic, wrong, and unreasonable.
Because...
He is crazy!
Heaven is crazy!
The insane way of heaven became the Buddha of Heavenless Buddha.
In a sense, the Wutian Buddha is another sense of "Hongjun Daozu" conceived by the world after dying.
In other words, by then, "Hongjun Daozu" will be the Heavenless Buddha.
Perhaps, the "Hongjun Daozu" at that time would be countless times stronger than the current Wutian Buddha.
However, the basic facts will not change.
It's like a stream and a big river.
Thinking of this, the Eastern Buddha finally understood.
Why all saints and teachers are so curious about Wutian Buddha.
Especially his two teachers.
Can even sit and watch the collapse of this world!
Even if they know that this world continues to collapse, their little obsession will become more stubborn, and the less likely it will be to make up.
Because...
In this life, there is actually such a predestined method!
The real way of great annihilation!
Crazy, chaotic, and indescribable avenue!
And this is what the saints are searching for.
The lonely yin does not grow, and the lonely yang does not grow.
If there is no death, how can there be growth?
Only by complementing this way, the saints can go further, break the world and transcend the world.
From then on, I truly jumped out of heaven.
To enjoy great freedom, great happiness and great joy!
The Buddha from the East also really understands why the Wutian Buddha wants to say: What you picture is not small!
Because, all saint teachers, make this big bet.
It is to keep this Heavenless Buddha in this world.
He wants him to give up his incarnation, sit in this world, open up new roads, and become a new ‘unknown saint’.
This is an upright plan!
As long as the Wutian Buddha agrees, then the outcome of the gambling battle, whether it succeeds or fails, is doomed.
Just like the conspiracy to enshrine the gods, the three religions signed the list of gods.
At the moment of signing, the ending is doomed.
The rest is nothing more than detail adjustments.
The question of who is on and who is not.
But in the final analysis, someone must be on the list of gods!
Now, it's normal.
It doesn't matter whether you win a gambling battle or not.
The moment the Wutian Buddha came to an end, the ending was doomed.
The rest is just fine-tuning the details.
For example, respect, such as Taoism, such as tendency.
In this way, the saints can join the avenue together.
The stone of the mountain can be used for jade.
Learn from the Tao of the Wutian Buddha, so as to transcend the Tao of Heaven.
Achieve a realm above the saint!
The thoughts of the Eastern Buddha were surging, but it was actually only two or three moments later.
Immediately, he made everything clear.
"The Buddha's words are heavy!" The Donglai Buddha announced the Buddha's horn and said: "It is of great benefit to the Buddha!"
"I can't wait, I want to ask the Buddha for advice!"
"Buddha did not want to learn from what I was waiting for!"
Speaking of this, the east Buddha's heart is full of emptiness.
He vaguely grasped the key.
I listened to those deformed and frantic things emerging from the black robe of the Wutian Buddha roaring and screaming, making terrible sounds that made the golden body loose and the Taoist heart shaken.
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
It was as if the beasts were neighing, and it was as if all beings were crying in despair.
In the end, these voices turned into a hoarse male voice.
"Jiejie..."
"If it was in the past..."
"I may not be rare to wait for something!"
This is true.
To put it bluntly, he in the past didn't even have the possibility of existence!
Because of his body, there is no thinking, no consciousness, no thoughts.
Only the most basic instinct.
Based on the characteristics of chaos, sleeping outside the infinite universe and time and space.
Overflowing thoughts, turned into dreams, constitute the matter and foundation of each universe.
The thoughts in the dream are spread out one by one and become the rules in the universe.
But...
Now, it's not over after all.
Because his ontology has his own thoughts, thinking, and personality.
Although, still in a baby, although it hasn't really formed yet, it's just a baby.
Incomparably naive, incomparably weak.
But after all, things have happened.
In the chaos, there is personality and consciousness.
This personality and consciousness, an overflow of thoughts, shaped him.
So he was born.
Different from the past, the outer gods created by the sleeping body overflowing thoughts beyond countless universes and time and space.
He has his own ideas.
Moreover, these thoughts and thoughts are controlled and influenced by the already conscious and speculative ontology.
Concisely.
The thoughts overflowing from the body of the past are its disorderly, chaotic, and crazy thoughts.
Most of them don’t have the so-called concept of right and wrong.
Nor have normal thinking and logic skills.
They are just things driven by instinct.
Like a star, just burning silently.
They will not be interested in things.
Just acted instinctively.
They may accidentally enter the orbit of a certain world, and then tear that world apart.
It may also inadvertently dissipate their accumulated crazy power, corroding an entire galaxy into a crazy galaxy.
But he is different.
Have will, have behavior, have thoughts, and even have speculation.
You can make your own choice.
Rather than passively rampage in the universe.
Whoever meets one must admit that he is unlucky.
So...
The Wutian Buddha gently raised his hand.
All the things that got out of the black robe went back in the same way.
"But now..." In the black lotus platform beneath Wutian Buddha, one by one twisted words kept spinning.
"This gambling!" He said lightly: "I'll take it!"
The body is still developing.
Sleep in sweet dreams.
But...
He always wants to wake up, he is doomed to wake up.
When he wakes up, he will have a choice.
It is the current thoughts and thoughts that dominate the mainstream.
Or is the disorder and chaos once dominating the ontology?
This is a big question of life and death, of prosperity and decay!
That's why there are traitors.
Those traitors bet that after the body wakes up, everything will return to normal and return to the track of the past.
They won.
They will become heroes.
And today's loyal ministers will become rebellious and will be thoroughly purged!
Therefore, Wutian Buddha knew that he must help the ontology.
On the day of final awakening, have the power to win!
At least not at the moment of awakening, it will be swallowed and consumed by the chaos that is outside of time and space.
Therefore, the body must have another force.
This force must be able to effectively hedge the blindness and foolishness from the chaos.
Open the seven orifices, and wisdom will grow by itself!
This gambling battle is necessary!
So, the tentacles reflected behind Wutian Buddha slowly hung down.
He spit out something from the huge, fierce mouth that split from the wrist.
It was a black and slimy eggshell.
The eggshell fell to the ground, and the figure of the Wutian Buddha was sucked in.
This is his bet.
This gambling battle will be the day of victory.
This is when the egg hatches.
Winning or losing is not really important, it's just a form.
But it is also very important.
Because this is about the future pattern.
Whether it is a saint who has no heavens, he splits a realm and proves it is a saint of chaos.
I still worship a certain saint, regard his disciple as his disciple, and then become a saint.
The Donglai Buddha looked at the eggshell that suddenly fell to the ground.
The eggshell suddenly remembered something.
Tentacles stretched out from it, and rolled up the flat peach and ginseng fruit placed in Tosita.
Holding these things, handed them to the void somewhere.
The Donglai Buddha understood that this is the will of the Wutian Buddha carrying out the will of the great saint.
So...
Does the great saint like to eat flat peaches and ginseng fruit?
He thought, but it was too late to ask.
Because, after the tentacles carried the flat peaches and ginseng fruit to a place in the void, they all retracted into the eggshell.
The dark, sticky egg slowly overflowed in a cloud of mist, enveloping it.
Then disappeared in the fairy mist of Dousita, and there was no more sound.
The Donglai Buddha understood that the Wutian Buddha has entered nirvana.
When the result of the gambling battle appears, he will Nirvana.
It may be a disciple of a certain saint who came out of Nirvana.
It may also be an innate **** and demon who is destined to prove the way in this world.
"Oops!" Donglai Buddha suddenly remembered something: "But I forgot to talk to Wutian Buddha about fellow Taoist Zhenyuanzi!"
"Bitterness! Bitterness!"
He became anxious.
The cause and effect involved in this matter, say the big is not big, say the small is not small.
For an existence of his level, this kind of thing is troublesome.
Under the influence of cause and effect in the future, it may cause catastrophe!
It's a pity...
Now, the Wutian Buddha is dead.
Before the result of the gambling fight, it is impossible for him to wake up the opponent.
Even if he wakes up, the other party can't talk to him.
"Oh!" In desperation, the Eastern Buddha could only sigh.
Then set up auspicious clouds and floated out into the sky.
Up to now, he can only ask the saint teacher for help to resolve this cause and effect.
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Mei Qing quietly knelt in front of the phantom of Wutian Buddha.
Suddenly, the Buddha on the lotus platform turned around.
The Buddha looked at her compassionately.
"Child!" He flicked, a little aura, and bounced into Mei Qing's body. As soon as this aura entered the body, it immediately awakened an ancient echo in Mei Qing's bloodline.
That is a headless general.
With his **** as his eyes and his belly button as his mouth, he was hit by the gods of heaven all the way.
Xing Tian!
Wu Qianqi’s Xing Tian!
Xing Tian of Cutting the Sky!
"Dijun died!"
Xing Tian's roar echoed in the heavens and the earth.
Mei Qing felt the echo of this ancient era, tears inexplicably shed from the corner of her eyes.
She finally knows the origin of her blood.
Her ancestor was the great witch.
Even if the head is chopped off, Xingtian is still determined by the great witch.
Xing Tianwu's sorrow, the fierce will always be there!
The Wutian Buddha looked at Mei Qing with his compassion.
"My child..."
"Follow your way!"
"Inherit the despair and pain of the Wu family!"
"Incarnate into an indescribable existence!"
A little bit of inspiration came.
The dead race, the dried-up civilization, the blood that has disappeared, are all returning.
Return from destruction, recover from extinction.
Mei Qing finally knew why Wutian Buddha would fall in love with her.
Because she is after the Wu Clan!
An extinct race.
A race that was once indomitable.
A race rejected and hated by heaven and earth!
Strips of black smoke overflowed from her beautiful face.
The roar of ancestors and unyielding souls spread.
So...
The skin of Mei Qing's hands was cracked.
Two pale eyeballs grew out of the palms of his hands.
"Vengeance!"
"Vengeance!" These two eyeballs shouted, resentment rushing into the sky, shaking the Three Realms!
A saint cast his sight from outside the sky.
"Blessed Heaven!" Sanqing Jishou sighed.
"Amitabha!" The two Western saints closed their eyes and said nothing.
In the Nuwa Palace, there is no sound.
The hatred of the lich has nothing to do with the saint.
Nu Wa Empress will not mix with it anymore.
On the ground, Mei Qing has knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Follow my Dharma decree!"
From now on, Mei Qing knew her mission.
Inherit the anger of ancestors.
Suffering the suffering of the witch race.
Achieve the old days.
Then she will have a choice.
Choose the possibility of regenerating the blood of one's ancestors.
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The dream of spiritual peace suddenly turned dark.
Previously everything disappeared clean~IndoMTL.com~ But in front of him, there were two plates of fruits neatly arranged.
A plate of peaches.
It's big and fragrant, and it makes him salivate just looking at it.
A plate of ginseng fruit, carved with powder and jade, bright and pleasant, you will know that it is very delicious when you look at it.
He couldn't help but grabbed a flat peach and gnawed at it.
"It's delicious!" He couldn't help but praise: "It's delicious!"
So, I picked up another ginseng fruit, stuffed it into my mouth, full of fragrant flavor, and the deliciousness is beyond description!
"This dream... actually has taste feedback!"
He ate while muttering: "How long have I been hungry in the Imperial Capital!"
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