I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Chapter 407 Blackened·Blood Demon Envoy

"I'm not afraid of you."

Qin Yao shook his head and said, "I just don't believe that pie will fall from the sky."

Tianxiu laughed dumbly: "There is no pie in the sky, but fate often loves a person especially during a certain period of time.

People usually call the lucky ones during this period - the children of destiny.

Mr. Qin, in the last period of my life, you are the son of destiny in my eyes. "

Qin Yao said calmly: "Wearing a high hat has no effect on me. I never do this."

Tianxiu: "It seems that I need to have a good communication with you..."

Qin Yao glanced at the Onmyoji who fell on the ground, looked back and said, "I'll give you a chance to convince me."

"At the beginning, you thought that helping me would do more harm than good, and you were unwilling to suffer, so you were unwilling to help me transcend. Now that I have said this, you feel that the benefits of helping me far outweigh the harm, and you are unwilling to take risks, so you are still unwilling to help me transcend. ." Tianxiu said: "That's it, right?"

"That's right." Qin Yao admitted frankly and aboveboard.

"Let's be more detailed." Tianxiu said slowly: "You think this is a dangerous thing. The root cause should be that you pay less and get more, right?"

Qin Yao pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

"You are obsessed with your appearance~"

Tianxiu smiled slightly: "How many monks do you think there are in this world who can take action according to the plan I just mentioned?

You should know that most monks in the world are extremely ordinary people who do nothing.

If he were another person, would he be able to deal with nine hundred and ninety-nine evil ghosts easily if he had the connections?

If you have the connections and the ability to do things that others cannot do, then this opportunity should be yours.

Opportunities are not reserved for those who are prepared, but for those who have resources.

The world is so realistic, what’s the use of just being prepared?

Those who are unable to catch it are still unable to catch it. They can only watch the opportunity slip away from them without being able to do anything about it. "

Qin Yao: "..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed somewhat convinced by this demon monk...

Tianxiu's gentle eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. Without waiting for Qin Yao's reply, she came to the Onmyoji and asked sideways: "Mr. Qin, can I handle her?"

Qin Yao pursed his lips and said, "Even if you solve this problem for me, I won't help you."

Tianxiu smiled without saying a word, bent down, and gently placed her palm on Jin Sha's forehead. A white Buddha light suddenly emerged from her palm.

Everything wherever the Buddha's light touched turned into nothingness. In the blink of an eye, most of Jinsha's head disappeared, as if someone had wiped away this piece of a static picture with an eraser.

Shockingly clean! ! !

"Snapped."

Suddenly, bursts of white smoke came out of the Bagua mirror printed on Jinsha's back, and a man's head came out of Jinsha's abdomen.

"Oh, you're out." Tianxiu smiled and extended her palm to him kindly.

Under the Buddha's palm, all things cease to exist.

In an instant, the head was gone.

Qin Yao: "..."

That’s ridiculous! !

No wonder this monk destroyed a base by himself.

Is the light in the opponent's palm really the light of Buddha?

"Sorry, I can only store 999 evil spirits in my body, and there is no room for you."

Tianxiu murmured to himself, and the Buddha's light in his palm shone brightly again.

There was no sound, not even ashes. The Yin-Yang Corpse, whose comprehensive ability was second only to Nintendo, was just gone. It was completely erased from this world by a palm.

Qin Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the pride in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He didn't think that his body was more abnormal than the Yin-Yang Corpse, and he didn't dare to pat his chest and say that he could perform the magic of summoning the gods from the bottom of the box before the monk slapped his palm on him!

In just five or six years, he has walked the path that others have taken hundreds of years to achieve, and has achieved brilliant achievements, but can those things make up for the gap between him and the other party?

What else is there to be proud of?

At this moment, Qin Yao truly settled down, his state of mind took a further step in enlightenment, and the sharp edge that penetrated his body slowly dissipated...

Tianxiu felt the emotion in her heart, looked up at Qin Yao, looked into his eyes as calm as a deep lake, and said sincerely: "Congratulations."

Qin Yao bowed his hands and saluted him. When facing him, he no longer had the alienation feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away: "Thank you very much."

Tianxiu shook his head and said: "I am just an opportunity. Even without me, you will reach this state of mind sooner or later."

Qin Yao smiled: "No one knows how long this 'sooner or later' will be. Thirty years, fifty years, three hundred years, five hundred years. The later you learn to be humble, the harder you will suffer in the future."

"That's true."

Tianxiu nodded: "Strong people need to be humble, because every mountain is higher than the next!

In your eyes, maybe I am strong enough, but in my eyes, I also have goals to catch up with.

Otherwise, why would the young monk want to die? "

Qin Yao suddenly became curious and said with a smile: "I wonder what the master's goal is?"

Tianxiu keenly noticed the change in his title and smiled slightly: "It is my master Kukai. His life is a legend. When he was alive, he was unparalleled."

Qin Yao was silent.

As I said earlier, I don’t know if it was due to preconceptions, but when he heard the name Kukai, the image of Kukai in The Legend of the Demon Cat would subconsciously appear in his mind...

Tianxiu looked at him quietly and said: "The purpose of goals is to urge people to constantly surpass themselves.

My goal is my master. When my master was young, his goal was Master Xuanzang. When Master Xuanzang was young, his goal was Nalanda Temple.

I heard from Master that Nalanda Temple was the highest institution of Buddhism in the world at that time. Master Xuanzang studied under Master Jiexian. In just ten years, he conquered the world through an unobstructed conference and eighteen days of debate. There are more than 3,000 monks present, and it’s heartbreaking to think about it...

This is the urging role of goals. Mr. Qin, who is your goal? "

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment.

He seems to have never thought about this problem?

As the first person of his generation, he seems to be the one that others want to catch up with, right?

So, what about looking up?

Thinking of this, Qin Yao glanced at Uncle Jiu subconsciously.

Uncle Jiu looked up at the sky.

What do you want me to do?

If we really fight, I may not be able to defeat you even if I use all my means... Are you embarrassed to target me? ? ?

"Zhong Kui!"

Silently looking away, Qin Yao said in a deep voice: "If I have to have a goal, Zhong Kui is undoubtedly the best candidate for me."

"Zhong Kui, the Secretary of Punishment for Evil..."

Tianxiu murmured and smiled: "He is indeed a good candidate. His personal strength, achievements, current status, and worldly reputation, no matter what, he is excellent."

Qin Yao smiled and said nothing, "I didn't choose him because he was excellent..."

Brother Yao has already unlocked the realm of soft food and hard food. What he wants now is to take it all.

I ate all three bowls of rice while standing, and my uncle had to carry a bowl for himself.

What is face?

This is called face!

…

…

The country of Ming.

The underground palace.

The head-dropping master Wata, who was sitting cross-legged on the bone seat, suddenly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and placed his palm tightly on his heart. His whole body was instantly sweating.

After being so stiff for more than half an hour, as the heart-rending pain gradually subsided, Wata just felt like he was alive again. He put down his arms, lowered his head, and gasped for air.

The Yin-Yang Corpse was refined by him, and it was related to his body and mind. There can only be one explanation for the backlash in him: the Yin-Yang Corpse was completely destroyed, not even a trace of residue was left.

"Damn it, what did those two idiots do?!"

After a long time, Watta gradually regained some energy, quickly left the hall, turned around and came to a secret room filled with countless skulls.

"The magic mirror appears!!"

Stopping in front of a wall made of bones, he raised his right hand towards a hexagonal magic mirror in the middle of the bone wall.

"Buzz..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blue light suddenly burst out from the palm of his right hand and hit the center of the magic mirror hard. After absorbing the ball of blue light, the mirror surface suddenly fluctuated like water ripples, slowly showing a scene...

In the mirror image, a group of gods and ghosts stood in front of a low temple, surrounding the Yin-Yang corpse lying on the ground.

A figure whose whole body was shining with dazzling white light, whose face could not be seen at all, squatted next to Yin Yang's corpse, and reached out his hand to press on Jin Sha's head.

Then……

The yin and yang corpses are gone.

Wata widened his eyes, trying to see clearly the appearance of this white light figure. As a result, he became dizzy in a moment just like a human's eyes looking at the blazing sun.

"God!"

Wata's body trembled, his face was dull, and his pupils were trembling.

No wonder the Yin-Yang Corpse will perish. Even if it is said to be second only to the Heavenly Corpse, if it jumps out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements, it is impossible to defeat the gods before it grows up.

What's more, Naimi and Jinsha, these two idiots, have not been able to solve the problem of ten o'clock and make up for their own shortcomings. It is not surprising that such a result will occur when they run into the hands of gods.

But the problem is, when Naimi and Jinsha make mistakes, he is the one who pays the bill! !

Since the art of corpse refining emerged in Southeast Asia, to this day, no one has refined the dominating demon zombie.

He was originally the person closest to success, but at this time, all hopes were in vain...

“God, isn’t that amazing?!”

The overwhelming hatred after his hope was shattered instantly overwhelmed the slightest fear. Vata clenched his fists and filled his teeth with resentment.

“Even if it’s a god who destroys my hope, I will perish!”

Watta opened his arms and roared to the sky. The densely packed red characters on his chest quickly lit up with golden light, and soon gathered into a bright pillar of light, wrapping his entire body in it.

At some point, the dazzling golden light gradually dimmed, and the environment in the room became dark again, but Watta was nowhere to be seen.

Obviously, this crazy guy actually tattooed the teleportation array from a certain space on himself!

"昘..."

next moment.

Wata, who was dressed in a dark red monk's robe, turned into light in a cave. With his hands clasped together, he knelt down devoutly in front of a red statue with a black face and fangs. He bowed respectfully to the ground and called out in a low voice: "The Blood Demon grown ups."

"I feel the boundless hatred hidden in your heart..."

The blood demon statue's eyes suddenly lit up with red light, and its terrifying cheeks seemed to come alive under the light: "Who provoked you?"

"A...god." Watta said.

"What god?"

"I saw the other person through a magic mirror. The white divine light was so dazzling that I never saw his appearance clearly."

"So, you came to me because..."

"Kill God." Watta said.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The blood demon laughed and said: "I have lived for more than five thousand years and traveled to various countries. I have seen people who can rival gods with mortal bodies, but I have never seen people who kill gods with mortal bodies. Only gods can kill gods. !!”

Wata lay on the ground again and bowed to the ground: "Please give me strength, sir. After I succeed in revenge, I will do my best to pull out the Fuxi needle, remove the Nuwa stone, and save you from this hellish place."

"Okay, remember the promise you made. I will now make you the Blood Demon Envoy and grant you the divine envoy godhood." The Blood Demon laughed for a while, and two blood-red light beams flew out of his eyes and shot directly into the Watt Tower. top of head.

"ah……"

The red light entered the body, and Vata kept rolling on the ground in pain, and then the body began to rot from the inside out, and finally turned into a pool of blood, with all the skin and flesh skeleton missing, as if melted into the blood.

"In the name of the Blood Demon, I grant you eternal life."

The red light in the sculpture's eyes gradually dissipated, and as the imperial seal sounded, a blood core one finger long and two fingers wide, emitting a dazzling red light, flew out from between its eyebrows and slowly came to the sky above the pool of blood.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Under the light of the blood core, the blood forming a pool was strongly pulled by streams, flying up from the ground, gathering around the blood core, flowing and forming a human shape.

"Imagine your original appearance in your mind, and your body will be completely controlled by you."

The blood demon said calmly.

The next moment, the blood body gradually took on bones, muscles, skin, and hair...almost in the blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance of Wata.

"Is this the power of God?"

Watta slowly flew up, and the extremely powerful feeling stirred up waves of roaring desire in his heart.

"There is still one thing left." The blood demon said. The ground in front of Watta suddenly cracked, and a blood-red giant sword slowly flew out from the crack: "This is your weapon. Only with it can you truly own it." God-killing power!"

Wata stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the giant sword, and finally couldn't help but scream.

Endless bloody light rushed out from his body, and was immediately stopped by the golden runes on the top of the cave.

"Thank you, sir." After slowly adapting to his own strength, Watta knelt down on the ground devoutly again.

"Go ahead, kill that God Queen, and quickly find a way to pull out the Fuxi needle from my body. I can't wait to appear in this world." The Blood Demon ordered.

Wata nodded silently, and with a thought in his mind, he slowly disappeared into the air holding the magic sword...

"stop!"

It's another sunny morning.

Inside the Yizhuang.

As soon as Uncle Jiu came to the toilet, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Junior sister, is something wrong?"

He tried to shake his arm, but felt that the other person seemed to have used up all his energy to suck the breast.

"Something's wrong." Gu Gu said with a serious face.

"Can you tell me something later? I'm in a hurry right now!" Uncle Jiu folded his legs silently and forced a smile.

Gu Gu stared at the dark energy flowing between his brows and eyes and said, "It's possible, but you should be careful~"

Uncle Jiu: "..."

What are these and what? Sister, why should I be careful when I go to the toilet?

Are you careful about falling into the pit? !