The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 2801: Unjust Fate
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Wuming saw many phantoms of clones appearing on the wheel of fate, and his face changed suddenly.

Under the traction of the fate soul curse thread, all his avatars are reflected on it, even the avatars that he has deliberately reincarnated many times. This kind of avatar has almost no connection with his body, and it is difficult to track it even with the blood soul. find out.

Nameless, that's how he escaped from Buddhist insight.

But now, he saw that on the wheel of fate, not a single avatar was missed, and all of them were searched out.

What kind of fetish is this?
There is such an unpredictable power.

At this time, Wuming could no longer keep calm and calm. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and stared at Long Xiaoshan coldly: "Can you make sure that all my clones are here?"

Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly, he would not doubt the power of the Dao of Destiny.

No matter how well Wuming concealed it, Long Xiaoshan could tell that he was already a little guilty.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have to say this sentence.

Long Xiaoshan did not respond to Wuming, because he knew that no matter how much he said, it would not be as good as truly defeating Wuming. His eyes shot out the indifferent divine light of fate, and he raised his hand, urging the curse to kill Wuming. , Countless black air gushes out, it is the power of terrifying doom.

As soon as these powers of bad luck came out, Wuming felt extremely uneasy, frightened and shrouded in strong ominousness.

The power of misfortune surged like a devouring monster, rushing into the depths of the void along the thread of the soul curse...

Ah!
Cursed by the power of bad luck, on the other end of the fate soul curse thread, one by one, the clones suffered sudden death. The clones cursed by bad luck, no matter how strong or weak they were, could not escape death. This is the horror of the power of fate.

And he didn't even know how he died.

Wuming saw his avatars being buried one by one, and the fear in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

What kind of power was this? He couldn't resist it at all, and he didn't even know how to resist it.

Wuming's face became paler and paler.

After thousands of avatars were buried, Wuming couldn't stand anymore. Now he understood that Long Xiaoshan was not lying to him, Duanmu Ling must have died, and all the avatars of the deity were buried.

Now he too felt the power of that fear.

Wuming hissed: "Stop! Long Xiaoshan, stop!"

Long Xiaoshan did not respond to him at all, and the curse of life and soul continued to kill Wuming's clone. Wuming was very dangerous, and Long Xiaoshan would not give him any chance.

Wuming roared and jumped towards the void, but fire dragons rushed into the Butian Cauldron, impacting on Wuming, refining his body.

On the roulette wheel of fate, the number of nameless clones kept decreasing.

After a full quarter of an hour, the tens of thousands of nameless clones were completely buried.

The death of the avatars also affected Wuming, because those avatars had Wuming's soul attached to them. After they were buried together, Wuming's soul was severely injured, and coupled with the refining of the Heaven-Bending Cauldron, Wuming can be said to be truly dying at this time. line.

It was even more tragic than the time when it was suppressed by Buddhism in ancient times.

Because that time, he at least had a clone that escaped the pursuit of Buddhism.

This time it was different, he watched all his avatars being buried with his own eyes, and none of them escaped.

In other words, as long as his true self dies, he will be completely ashamed this time.

How can Wuming not be afraid at this time.

This kind of fear is not because of fear of death, but because after death, he will completely cease to exist, and his pursuit of the great way will also disappear. From ancient times, he was an orphan and grew into a Buddhist monk. He founded the Temple of Thousand Faces, Dominating an era, outsiders seem to be radiant, but in fact, only oneself can understand how many hardships there are. Even if the battle with Buddhism later led to the destruction of Qianmian Temple, he still survived tenaciously, reincarnated thousands of times, How much he has experienced and how much he has witnessed, he has never stopped pursuing the avenue.

Everyone in the world calls him evil, and Buddhism hates him even more.

However, he is just doing what he wants to do, what he pursues is the supreme way, and everything he does is for this goal.

As for the standard of good and evil in the eyes of the world, he has never been in his consideration.

However, he has made so much effort and gone through so many hardships to get to where he is today. After all, is he still no match for the ruthless abandonment of fate?
Just because his fortune is gone, no matter how hard he struggles, he is still just an inconspicuous pebble on the road, a speck of dust. The namelessness at this time is not so much fear, but more desolation , unwilling.

He raised his head to the sky and roared.

The sound was drowned in the flames and could not be transmitted at all.

But Wuming's roar was not aimed at Long Xiaoshan at all, he was shouting at the fate of the heaven, even if it was death, he did not want to be at the mercy of fate.

Just when the nameless body was about to completely disappear in the flames.

The flame receded like a tide.

Wuming was floating in the Heaven Butening Cauldron. At this moment, he was extremely weak, but his eyes still seemed to be full of anger and unwillingness.

"Nameless, are you unwilling?" The faint voice in the void came again.

Wuming raised his head with difficulty and looked at the phantom of Long Xiaoshan. A hoarse and angry voice came out of his throat: "Of course I am not reconciled. How much I have paid for the cultivation of the Dao, and so much effort I have made, but you easily destroy it. Looting, how ruthless the law of heaven is, how unfair fate is, but you are just a pawn of fate, no matter how proud and glorious you are now, once fate abandons you, you will be like me today, when the time comes, you You will understand the feeling."

A deep light flashed in Long Xiaoshan's eyes.

He lowered his eyes in thought.

Wuming's state at the moment reminded him of one, Tianjizi.

In the battle of Kunlun Tiangong, before Tianjizi died, he was also so unwilling. He smiled bitterly and said that under the heaven, no one can truly escape, and Long Xiaoshan will follow in his footsteps.

Long Xiaoshan is at the height of the sun at this time, young and energetic, just like the morning sun, which has just risen.

Who would care about Tianjizi's words.

Just like a young man in his prime, how can he understand the desolation of his twilight years.

But the nameless roar and Tianjizi's miserable smile lingered in front of Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and seemed to really touch Long Xiaoshan's heart. Even if he was recognized by the Destiny Pearl, he still only had a superficial understanding of the Dao of Destiny .

The more you understand this Supreme Dao, the more you can feel that he is supreme and ruthless.

There will be great awe in the depths of my heart.

Could it be that one day, he will end up like Tianjizi and Wuming? Long Xiaoshan didn't think about it before because it was too far away, but now, there is an indelible rebellion in Long Xiaoshan's heart. I am willing to be manipulated by others, even if it is the illusory way of heaven.

He suddenly looked down at Wuming, and said coldly, "Wuming, do you want to live?"

(End of this chapter)