Between swamps.
Twisted and tall shadows divided the swamp into irregular rooms.
Jun Buxiao still wore a festive mask on his face, but under the mask, his clothes had already been stained red with blood - all of which was spit out from his mouth.
Jun Buxiao held a miniature shadow in his hand like silk, and his fingers flexibly controlled the shadow to fly up and down. An old and strong figure, six butcher knives danced like the wind, screaming as they rose to the sky and spiraled to the ground. The terrifying and sharp wind of the knives chopped the ugliest mud mound in the swamp into pieces.
The chopped "bog" instantly returned to its original shape, slowly transforming into a muddy giant several dozen feet tall.
The mud giant casually slapped the old miracle doctor, and he was sent flying for dozens of miles. The giant palm slowly pressed down like a dark cloud. Jun Buxiao's bones were twisted, and the blood vessels in his limbs exploded like fireworks. He turned into a bloody man in the blink of an eye. Pressed into the mud, his limbs were twisted and he could no longer move.
Between the flames.
The old Wolf King fell in a pool of blood, and Zheng Haoran was half-kneeling on the ground with his hair splattered and his face covered in blood. His face was like gold paper, without any blood, and he was at the end of his strength. But his face was still ferocious, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes, like a demon. Opposite Zheng Haoran, the naughty boy sat on a red fireball, and the surrounding air actually turned into a solid, translucent "air liquid" that was melted by the high temperature and dripped drop by drop. He looked at Zheng Haoran with interest, burst out laughing, and his eyes shone with a playful and playful light like a cat catching a mouse. It seemed that the desperate fight between the two old men was nothing more than "entertainment" in the eyes of wild children.
between months.
Under the light of the bright full moon, there is a lake as calm as a mirror. The back of a frighteningly large full moon was also reflected in the lake. A girl who appeared to be twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a pure white dress with snow-white hair, had cold eyes, "sitting" on the lake.
Yes, sit. The girl was sitting on the reflection of the moon on the lake, as if the huge full moon reflection was enough to support her weight. Her small white feet were extended into the lake below her knees, kicking back and forth like a child playing in the water.
But the reflection in the lake did not become fragmented with the girl's "play".
Every time she kicked her feet, the moonlight under the lake condensed into thousands like sharp swords, piercing three figures.
Yin Qingqing, Yue Linglong, and Xi'er were actually trapped in the reflection of the lake!
Seeing the three women being pierced by the "moonlight", the girl looked thoughtful.
"so boring."
The girl stood up.
"Go kill mom and dad. My brothers must be waiting impatiently."
Under the moonlight, the clear and innocent girl in white was like a doll, mercilessly saying the most terrifying words, walking on the lake towards the next door.
between mountains.
Mountains as thick as black iron fill the whole world, with layers of mountains pressing down on the leaves and snakes.
In front of the endless mountains, the two sisters Ye and Snake are smaller than ants and weaker than dust.
Hiss!
The small snake on the snake's neck suddenly transformed into a white snake hundreds of meters long. The big white snake curled up into a ball, protecting the two sisters Ye and Snake in the center. Thousands of mountains squeezed ruthlessly, and bright red blood flowed out from the cracks in the rocks. It flowed down the mountain peaks, gathering into streams and rivers in an instant. The mountains continued to squeeze, squeezing into a dense sphere, and the black-red blood was like waterfalls. Like pouring downward.
Below, there was a sea of blood.
Between thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sky was filled with thunder, and the ground was pitted and scorched. Qing Shisan and Ji Hongou were running around in embarrassment among the thunders, and bucket-thick thunder beams suddenly fell down, hitting Qing Shisan and Ji Hongou squarely behind them. A young man with a bare upper body and a six-sided black leather drum on his back holds a pestle and a stick, pointing at the thunder with a smile on his face.
"Boring humans." The young man yawned. He had had enough fun, and with a twist of the pestle, thousands of lightnings burst out from the cracks in the ground like fountains. The furious thunder separated Qing Shisan and Ji Hongou.
The young man lazily knocked on the black drum behind him with his pestle, and a long snake composed entirely of black thunder transformed into two, two, four, and four thousands in mid-air, surrounding and killing Ji Hongou.
Thunder flashed, and Ji Hongou's pretty face turned pale.
Smoke filled the air, and a door appeared behind Ji Hongou. Qing Shisan walked out of the smoke and pushed Ji Hongou into the door, but he was drowned by the terrifying thunder.
Qing Shisan, covered in black smoke, fell from a high altitude, emitting black smoke. He closed his eyes and took a greedy puff of dry tobacco.
"Baby,"
Qing Shisan grinned, puffed out clouds and mist in mid-air, and danced with the thunder.
"Your uncle and I just wanted to ask you to lend a hand."
…
"People are fragile."
The monk snapped his fingers, and the tragic scenes in the other rooms were truly unfolding. He pointed at his head: "People will die, be replaced, be played with, manipulated, and fooled."
"Mom, right?"
Annie squatted quietly on the desert.
She looked straight at the two people fighting each other. She usually talked a lot, but she was unusually silent at the moment, without saying a word.
"Ah, we forgot."
The monk slapped his head, his dark eyes flashing with cold light, but his face showed the same gentle smile as before: "Mom, you are above me, we were all born from you."
"'We' are just appendages of 'elegance', like dispensable parts."
"When you get tired of playing with it and don't want it anymore, just change it."
"Really? It's so simple. Replacing the useless ones and condensing more useful ones can make mother stronger and become eternal."
"Yes, this is natural!"
"Who made us the 'deputy authorities'?"
"Who makes us less 'elegant'?"
"'We' all thought so."
"That's what we thought for many, many, many, many years."
"'We' are willing to be the vassals of 'Elegance' and your 'parts'."
"Until one day, we opened our...eyes."
Zheng Xiu stood up.
No part of the skin on his body was intact. When the skin was peeled off, the bright red human flesh was exposed and bloody.
"Ah, you are indeed a big brother."
"Monk" said happily in a monk's tone, clasping his hands.
The nimbus behind him switches to white.
The "good reward" was like light, covering Zheng Xiu with soft milky white light. In the blink of an eye, the scarred Zheng Xiu grew fresh flesh and blood, and even his gown returned to its original state.
[Literati] The evil boy is still faithfully recording everything, "understanding", "reading", and "analyzing".
Zheng Xiu was keenly aware that while his injuries were being repaired, something seemed to be peeled away. He could not see it with his eyes, but the discomfort of being suddenly ripped out was very real.
"Brother," the monk looked at Zheng Xiu: "You once told us that 'outside the world', the universe is infinite, and 'outside the sky' is a bright sea of stars. Those stars are billions of stars. The last fireworks left behind when the planet annihilated thousands of light years away.”
"But,"
"This is wrong."
The monk asked and answered himself in the affirmative, nodded, lowered his eyebrows, and slowly clasped his hands together.
The light wheel behind him suddenly expanded in a circle and became two layers, making it even more magical. And the pure white light wheel was dyed into ominous black the moment the monk finished speaking.
"outside world,"
"There is no light."
The monk smiled evilly. In Zheng Xiu's field of vision at this moment, his body was repeatedly burning with blazing karma fire, and countless twisted human faces were roaring silently behind the monk, twisting, infecting, and corroding everything around him.
bass!
A pitch-black circle of light swayed outward. Zheng Xiu subconsciously stretched out his sword finger and split the circle. But before the pitch-black light curtain reached him, Zheng Xiu's face changed slightly. He touched the center of his eyebrows without hesitation and activated [Prisoner]. [person] strange things.
"Form One! Purgatory!"
The strange objects changed, and two large scimitars connected by chains, which was also the first form Zheng Xiu created after he glimpsed the door, were shaken out again.
In the red dot world, in the long reincarnation time, as Zheng Xiu tried again and again, he had solved the ten forms of strange things. Just as he initially guessed, the appearance of the [Prisoner] was a twenty-sided dice. When he created the tenth form, he felt that he was completely integrated with the [Prisoner]. The fit is one hundred percent.
When the compatibility reaches 100%, Zheng Xiu truly becomes the [Prisoner] and becomes one with the strange creature. But what Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out was that since ten kinds of strange objects were enough to achieve a 100% fit, what was the use of the remaining ten blank sides? …
Zheng Xiu never knew.
In other words, he was not sure.
When he condensed the strange-looking "prototype of authority", Zheng Xiu raised his index finger from time to time to play with the "prototype" and had a vague idea in his mind.
The spherical chain is like a prison, locking the constantly changing "matter" inside.
…
Zheng Xiu jumped up high and spun wildly in mid-air.
"Dragon bows his head!"
As if the flames from the Nine Nether Hells gathered on the two swords, they stepped down like the hoofs of the Nine Heavenly Dragons.
call!
The already dry desert became even more unbearably hot under the burning of the flaming swords. Layers of sand dunes overlapped colorfully in the distance. The heat wave generated when Zheng Xiu waved the swords actually caused drastic changes in the temperature in this space. Triggering a mirage-like phenomenon.
But just such a terrifying move, in front of the black light curtain blasted by the monk, it was like paper and was erased in the blink of an eye.
Click!
The pitch-black light curtain "erased" everything, and Zheng Xiu's swords shattered.
Click!
Zheng Xiu's eyebrows hurt, and the blank side of the twenty-sided die directly opposite "one" suddenly cracked.
Purgatory, broken!
Zheng Xiu spat out blood and subconsciously raised his arms in front of him. The "karma" like a tsunami washed away Zheng Xiu's limbs and bones, reaching every inch of his skin and every cell. The black light curtain looked like It seems powerless, but like the sharpest knife in the world, it can easily scrape off Zheng Xiu's skin, scrape off Zheng Xiu's muscles and bones, and scrape off Zheng Xiu's arms.
"ah!"
Zheng Xiu has experienced countless "deaths", and his tolerance for "pain" has reached a level that is unbelievable to ordinary people. But when his arms were scraped off by "karma", leaving Zheng Xiu with only empty shoulders on both sides, the veins on his forehead swelled and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
"Hehehe!"
The monk turned his hands back, smiled like holding a flower, and clasped his palms together, and the two haloes behind his back turned into pure white again.
A milky white halo of light swayed out, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu's arms were restored to their original state.
The pain of a broken arm seemed to be imprinted deep in the human soul. Zheng Xiu fell heavily into the desert, raising dust all over the sky. The hot fine sand stuck to the sweat on Zheng Xiu's face, which made Zheng Xiu grit his teeth and endure the pain. Zheng Xiu was in pain and looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.
Form one, broken!
Zheng Xiu felt the changes in the [Prisoner] artifact, quickly stood up, quickly took a few steps back, projected Zheng Evil, and activated the [Literati] artifact. The human skin book recorded in detail all the information since the fight with the monk, and the dark data stream flashed in the depths of Zheng Xiu's eyes.
"Good deeds and evil deeds are rewarded! That's how it is."
Zheng Xiu closed the human skin book and understood in his heart. Under the Weitian Dao, even Zheng Xiu and the monk still have to follow the rules of this world set by Anne. All the seemingly terrifying powers that he and the monks exerted, the extraordinary and holy powers, still followed the system of "rules, media, and restrictions" that Zheng Xiu recognized.
Whether it is a "human form" or a monk who has almost "become a Buddha" in front of him, in the final analysis, they are all a kind of "other people". It is easy to figure it out if you understand it this way. Under the reading and analysis of [Literati], Zheng Xiu has now seen through the essence of the other party's ability of "good and evil are rewarded".
"A very troublesome ability."
The monk's "good deeds and evil deeds are rewarded" are divided into two extreme poles - "good deeds are rewarded" and "evil deeds are rewarded".
Two completely different abilities contain unreasonable "save" and "destruction".
"Good Retribution" can restore everything affected by the white light, including creatures and scenes, to their original state.
On the contrary, "evil retribution" can destroy and kill everything covered by the light.
This is of course only a superficial understanding. Zheng Xiu, who had actually suffered an "evil retribution", naturally realized deeply that in "good deeds and evil deeds are rewarded", there is something almost as unreasonable as a rule - authority.
That is the power of authority.
Not simply healing or destroying.
"Good retribution" and "evil retribution" are activated every time the monk high-fives, alternating back and forth. During the activation process, the Buddha's light behind the monk will also change color accordingly.
"Good rewards" must be followed by "evil rewards", and "evil rewards" must be followed by "good rewards". Of course, if it were that simple, Zheng Xiu could have stood still. Anyway, after being seriously injured by "evil retribution", he would soon welcome "good retribution" and be repaired as before. Of course this is impossible. Zheng Xiu initially speculated that every time the monk gave a "good reward", the power of the next "evil reward" would be doubled. If Zheng Xiu did not die, the next "good reward" would also be increased accordingly. In this cycle of "good and evil", Zheng Xiu will eventually be wiped out in a certain "evil retribution", leaving no trace behind.
"Good and Evil,"
"Alms and plunder,"
"Redemption and Destruction,"
"Even the evolved abilities are quite divisive. It's really yours, monk."
The monk heard Zheng Xiu's voice, and "they" didn't care that Zheng Xiu had seen through the rule of "good and evil will be rewarded". bass. The halo behind the monk has added another circle along with the "cycle of good and evil".
There was a strange smile on the monk's face, half Buddha and half demon, and he slowly clasped his hands together.
"Brother, please."
