area51novel Chapter 679
Chapter 679
The door of the house quietly opened automatically, as if an invisible hand pushed the door open, a tall figure came to the door of the house, under the moonlight, reflecting a handsome face that was not like the world, A pair of deep reincarnation eyes seem to be able to absorb everything in heaven and earth, making people unable to move their eyes away.
In the process of cultivating the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, Yang Ming experienced a deep questioning of his heart, and his strength finally changed from quantity to quality, and a qualitative leap developed underfoot.
If Yang Ming's previous cultivation was only from the quantitative level to the level of a near-god king.
So now, Yang Ming's cultivation has fundamentally reached the god-king level.
Yang Ming also somewhat understood why the All Things Pointing Subsystem wanted to temporarily seal his cultivation, there must be many considerations here, among which there was a consideration to help Yang Ming polish his cultivation and better precipitate his strength.
The God King wants to be promoted to the level of the Ancient Giant, if it is according to the experience of Merlin, the king of the simulated characters, he needs to extract something important from the protagonist in a world to become a giant of all things.
But now, he doesn't know who will be the protagonist of this world in the special era of the First Age Dark Age.
Of course, this kind of thing now is not something that Yang Ming needs to consider.
Yang Ming turned his eyes and landed on the only well in his daughter's village, and said coldly: "
My friend came from afar, don't you plan to come out and meet him?"
With Yang Ming's fall, the pale arms that originally covered the entire courtyard seemed to have received some kind of command, and they continued to retract into the well like a tide, as if they had never appeared, only the courtyard floor and the surrounding trees were frozen by the cold and frost, which could prove that these pale arms had come here.
Black Wukong withdrew the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod and stood up in front of Yang Ming, both to protect him, and at the same time stared at the well not far away with a pair of fire eyes and golden eyes.
Black Wukong felt strange just now, how come there are always strange haunts of pale arms in this well, it turns out that the root is because they are not the main body!
"Amitabha!"
A strange sound of Buddhist trumpets began to be chanted.
Generally speaking, the Buddhist chanting of the Buddha trumpet is upright, which makes people feel very warm.
However, this Buddhist horn into people's ears, but it seems that there are countless cockroaches crawling on the ground and making a crackling sound, and it is like the harsh sound of countless nails scraping on the wall, in short, it makes people feel very uncomfortable to hear.
As the Buddha trumpet fell, a large number of pale arms once again appeared in the well.
Only this time, these pale arms were not attacking Yang Ming and Black Wukong, but were connected to each other, holding hands and arms around arms, forming a white lotus that looked morbidly beautiful.
And above this white lotus, there sits a black-robed monk, his face is shrouded in a layer of fog, making it impossible to see what his true appearance is, wearing a pitch-black cassock, and there are human faces on the robe, love and hate, greed and obsession, joy, anger and sorrow, all kinds of emotions in life, one by one, on these faces, it looks extremely treacherous.
He is obviously a monk, but the face on his robe is strange that he has no devotion to the Buddha.
In addition, there is a merit wheel slowly rotating behind the monk, and under the brilliance of the merit wheel, the monk has an extraordinary temperament with all living beings.
However, Yang Ming has now unsealed his cultivation, so it can be seen at a glance that this monk has a great appearance, but in fact, it is very empty, and his strength has not reached his original heyday, and he is just a Wangu giant-level combat power.
"Poor monk Jizo King, I have seen the benefactor!"
The black-clothed monk clasped his hands together on his chest and chanted in a low voice, as if countless women's screams sounded.
If it is a person with weak willpower, just hearing this sentence, the whole person's spirit will be shocked and collapsed.
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth tugged slightly, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling, and said, "
I didn't expect that even the dignified King Bodhisattva of Tibet would be reduced to a strange level."
"Are you coming today an enemy or a friend?"
In the face of Yang Ming's questioning, King Jizo did not have any mood swings.
In fact, for any weirdness, they have long lost the emotions that normal beings have, and the so-called joy, sadness, anger, and joy cannot appear in them at all.
"What about bodhisattvas? What about weirdness? It's just a grain of sand on earth.
With a fluttering sentence, King Jizo exposed the matter, and was unwilling to delve into this issue.
These big people, even if they died before the Great Collapse, now reappear in a strange form in the dark ages of the First Age, and still retain most of their memories, so they are well aware of their mission.
King Jizo stared at Yang Ming's pair of reincarnation eyes, and finally said his intention:
"The Great Collapse happened, so that the six reincarnations collapsed, the yin and yang in the world were reversed, the country was impermanent, and people were impermanent."
"The poor monk came as promised, he wanted to invite distinguished guests to the prefecture, reorganize the six reincarnations, sort out the three realms and five elements, restore the balance of yin and yang, and return everything to the order it should have."
From the words of the Dizo King alone, Yang Ming could not hear from them whether the other party was on the side of the Flood Desolation Saints or on the side of the Nightmare Chaos.
After Yang Ming pondered for a moment, he asked,
"Why did you specifically choose to come to me at this time?"
Also, which side do you support? Flood Desolation Saints, or Nightmare Chaos?
King Jizo smiled slightly, as if he had already anticipated Yang Ming's question, and said, "
The poor monk has neither defected to the nightmare and chaos, nor is he a member of the Flood Desolation All Saints camp, the poor monk is just a ghostwriter for the benefit of all sentient beings."
"As for why I chose to come at this time?"
King Jizo pointed his finger to the sky, and the meaning was self-explanatory.
There were no stars in the dark ages of the First Age, and there was only a blood moon hanging above the firmament at night, suspected of being a strange existence transformed by a saint.
In the dark ages of the First Age, whenever the night of the full moon comes, something special will happen, Yang Ming does not know about this, but the king of Jizo has already understood everything, and naturally understands what this means, only on this day, the weird person above will not continue to monitor the affairs of this dark land, and it can also have some free time to hide the sky.