After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 169 Destruction
The wasteland is the most severely damaged area on the entire continent. The cracks are like a big rift valley. Looking down from a distance, there will be a feeling of being captured.

Bodhi Realm, in the Kufo Sect, the monk who twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand looked in the direction of the barren domain, feeling in a trance for a moment.

He is very old.

He was so old that all the friends who talked about scriptures and Taoism had passed away, but he remembered everything about the past very clearly.

When the aura of the barren land was strong, no barriers were set up for the spiritual cultivation of foreign races. You only need to leave your identity certificate to enter the barren land to practice.

The only thing that needs to be followed is the rule not to kill intelligent creatures in the wilderness.

At that time, the wasteland was a holy place that monks of all races yearned for and could go to.

After the catastrophe, the barren land has become a place that human monks can't avoid.

The memory is painful, and the benefit is eternal.

For the continuation of the ten thousand races, a group of people were sacrificed, and the barren land was also sacrificed.

Also for the sake of those who are still alive, the human race spiritual cultivation once again united all races and made the decision to abandon the wasteland.

Reiki can nourish all things, and it can also slowly restore vitality to an area.

Establishing a domain wall between the wasteland and other domains is tantamount to a decision to watch the demon clan spiritual cultivators who insist on staying in the wasteland die in pain.

As the Buddhist son who was reserved to preside over the overall situation in the bodhi domain, he was the one who was tacitly agreed at that time.

When the rift first appeared, people didn't know what happened. At that time, the rift was still harmless.

It wasn't until someone accidentally fell into it that people discovered that the rift is a big mouth waiting for food to fall in by itself. No matter what it is, it will be swallowed up.

Then there is the reduction of aura.

The chaos of ten thousand years ago, even the eight sufferings who are proficient in Buddhism and have the bones of Buddha, can't bear to think about it.

Some spiritual cultivators think that they are about to lose their ability to cultivate, and oppress ordinary people even more.

The monster race's spiritual cultivation originally relied on self-cultivation, self-cultivation and self-cultivation to calm the killing thoughts in their hearts. After the spiritual energy was reduced, the monster race that only produced a little spiritual wisdom and had not formally stepped into the path of cultivation lost their minds and became wild beasts.

The monks of Kufo sect do not care about compassion, but only for cultivating the mind of Buddha.

The monks left the bodhi realm far away from the secular world to practice in the world.

Not many creatures died in the cracks, most of them died in the battles of the same race.

When everyone in the world thinks that the end is coming, the order that was barely maintained will be torn and scrapped like a fragile piece of paper.

Snatching the mine veins of spirit stones, fighting for spirit stones, and assassinating companions in order to enter places with richer spirit energy...

Baku only saw the fragility of human nature.

There are seven senior brothers in Baku, three of them were framed to death during the training, and the other four entered the big formation.

He remembered that his little senior brother was born with Buddha bones, and all the monks believed that his little senior brother would become the first Buddhist cultivator who could break through the avenue and ascend.

But the little senior brother died, at the hands of ordinary people.

Even if Buddhist practitioners can cultivate copper skin and iron bones, they are still human after all.

As a human being, we will have weaknesses and be tired.

When everyone pinned their hopes on the little brother, no one felt that this young monk didn't have such great ability to protect them.

They may know it, but they all only regard themselves as weak, unwilling to protect anyone, and unwilling to leave the protected group.

The little senior brother is very thoughtful and knows the thoughts of the people he helps, so the little senior brother proposes to leave.

Those people were used to being protected. When they heard the news, they tried hard to keep them at first, but when they found out that the patron saint was determined to leave, they cursed loudly.

I don't know who did it first. At first, a stone hit him on the back of the head.

Then there are many stones and branches that can be easily picked up.

Later, a strong man picked up a stone the size of a millstone and threw it over.

The little brother fell down.

He was already very tired, so tired that breathing was a burden, and every step he took took a lot of energy.

But those who were well protected by him, not only have not suffered any injuries these days, they have not even been short of food.

They have strength.

After he fell, all these strengths were used to punch him.

Weapons that were not used to protect oneself were also taken up to hurt those who once protected themselves.

At first, Ba Ku didn't understand where the evil and hatred of those people came from.

Later, I accompanied my little brother's Buddha bones day and night, and during the long practice time, I realized the eight sufferings.

Human nature is evil.

Without the first stone-thrower, there would be no second, third, or future stone-throwers.

Therefore, those people should not have been saved in the first place.

Ba Ku lowered his eyebrows and quietly twisted the beads in his hand.

"Master, someone from Profound Sky Territory invites you to discuss important matters." The boy who hadn't shaved his head grabbed the door frame, poked his head inside, and said something he remembered.

No one answered inside, the little boy listened carefully for a while, only heard the sound of the prayer beads twisting, knowing that the master had heard clearly, he let go of the hand holding the door frame, and went out happily.

On the second day after the passage was completed, spiritual representatives from the five domains of Tianxuan, Tianhai, Beixuan, Nanxuan, and Bodhi appeared in the barren domain.

Song Jingmo didn't stay in the team of Tianxuan Lingyuan, nor did he stay with the brothers and sisters of Qinglingzong.

She walked around the area quietly, and the Myriad Beast Orb in the Sea of ​​Consciousness emitted a faint light.

"Qing Yan."

"Is this your plan?" Filling the gap with the aura of the Shenlong domain, the other domains are concerned about life and death.

"I have reached an agreement with Tiandao." Shen Qingyan's voice was a little weak, but his tone was calm.

She's not used to showing her emotions overtly.

"Is the enmity with Tiandao all over?"

"No way, Tiandao offered a condition that I couldn't refuse." Shen Qingyan pretended to be relaxed, and smiled lightly.

"How much is the repair plan worth?"

Shen Qingyan didn't expect Song Jingmo to ask this question. In the past, she could tell Song Jingmo the answer with confidence, but now she can only sigh softly.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

The real truth is that she thinks the patchwork will end in failure.

Before he had a better understanding of the Dao of Heaven, Shen Qingyan also thought that the cracks must be repaired in order for the Ten Thousand Clans to continue.

Now, this continent doesn't matter.

"Qingyan, did you discover something?" Song Jingmo had already reviewed his knowledge of the Lingxiu Continent.

The Beast Orb is not the Beast Orb, and the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods inside is not the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods.

Regarding these, Shen Qingyan will only know more than her.

"I know some truths, but I can't tell you now." Shen Qingyan said softly, with a firm tone.

"Does the Tomb of the Gods really exist?"

Those arrogances from thousands of years ago were not gods.The Wanshouzhu is a fragment of the real Wanshouzhu, and the real name of the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods in the small world of Wanshouzhu is the Hall of All Souls.

Much of the world seems to be woven of lies.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes.She'll find out for herself.

At least, the people she knew were real.

It is said that the five domains jointly discuss major issues, but in fact, many small forces have also joined.

For example, the Qingling Sect took a neutral stand, and none of the major powers present dared to underestimate Nan Tao, who was present as the head sister, and looked at the other disciples of the Qingling Sect behind Nan Tao, all of which implied vigilance and awe.

The Qing Lingzong has made a lot of contributions to the stability of this continent.

It is mainly reflected in making friends and traveling around together to punish evil and promote good. None of them have a low-key temperament, and their names are resounding signs.

Even if the group of Qinglingzong disciples were not here back then, the reputation and legends are still there.

The status of Qing Lingzong is particularly special among them.

Song Jingmo unconsciously returned to the area of ​​Qinglingzong, not noticing the earnest eyes of his parents on the side of Shenlongyu, nor the anticipation in the eyes of his brother on the side of Tianxuan Lingyuan.

One side represents one side's position, and now, everyone present needs to make a decision together.

Just like ten thousand years ago.

"Since we want to use the aura of Shenlongyu to repair the gap, why is the location set in the barren area? The barren area has been abandoned. It is better to choose any area than to choose the barren area."

"The cracks in the wasteland are the most serious. If you don't take the time to repair them, there will be a situation that neither you nor I want to see."

"I have already given up on the wasteland once, so why give up again now?!"

"It is precisely because I have given up once that I cannot give up the second time!!!"

"The wasteland won't get better anymore, it's useless to repair the cracks here!"

"Is your brain just for decoration! The continent is one, and the barren land has fallen. Do you think the other areas will not be affected?!" Seeing Song Jingmo's frown, Luo Lan immediately slapped the table and scolded angrily.

If it weren't for the decision of these rusty old guys to abandon the wasteland, her little whale would not have suffered so much.

"Thousands of years ago, we could use the domain wall to isolate the impact of the barren area on the rest of the area. Even if the barren area fell ten thousand years later, the joint efforts of all ethnic groups will naturally be able to solve the problem."

"It's not that I don't support repairing the cracks, but now there are cracks in all domains. Because of the reduction of aura, the situation has gradually become uncontrollable. Since the aura of the Shenlong domain can fill the cracks and supplement the aura, why can't the aura of the Shenlong domain be more effective? How about using it!" The person who spoke thought that what he said was very reasonable, and when he found that everyone else was quiet, he thought his remarks were thought-provoking.

In fact, this person's speech did cause some people to reflect.

For example, the head of Tianxuan Lingyuan.

The dean tried his best but couldn't think of the reason for inviting this small power to participate in the discussion.

This matter is not complicated at all, the small forces basically come to make up the numbers, and being there is a symbolic meaning, a matter of making heads.

Basically, people who are sensible will consciously choose to talk less, listen more and watch more.

In the end, this person was fine. Before the person who really had the right to speak and decide could open his mouth, he threw out his ridiculous point of view excitedly.

The dean has never seen such a self-righteous person.

But the dean was sitting in the main seat, so he could clearly see the changes in other people's expressions.

It's not just one person who thinks this way.

The dean felt a little sad.

"Aura is the aura of Shenlongyu, how to use it is decided by Shenlongyu."

"If the wasteland falls, the expansion speed of the cracks in the other regions of the Lingxiu Continent will be uncontrollable, and the entire Lingxiu Continent will be torn apart in an instant. At that time, the Lingxiu Continent will no longer exist."

"Arguing doesn't solve the problem."

"Either listen to the arrangement, or go back by yourself, wait for the division of the Spiritual Cultivation Continent, and then worry about your own interests." Li Mu, who was sitting next to the dean of Tianxuan Lingyuan, said coldly.

It's not that they don't want to repair the gap, the passage is right next to them, and their quarrel at this time is just to win more benefits for the forces they represent.

Anyone with eyes and a brain can see clearly.

Only some people pretend to be stupid and want to muddy the water.

Don't even think about it, the Spiritual Cultivation Continent no longer exists, so what is the benefit they are so desperately trying to get.

Whether he can survive is a big question, and there is still time to break the benefits here.

Those who made ridiculous remarks were asked to leave, the farce ended, and the final repair plan was announced one by one according to the consensus reached long ago among the few spiritual practitioners who had the right to speak.

The repair plan has been implemented for a period of time, and the speed of the crack's expansion can only be barely controlled. The aura is still passing away, and the repair plan is urgent.

Song Jingmo stayed in the wilderness to assist Song Zheng in managing the wild beasts.

Originally, the desolate beasts were to be cleaned up, because there were many monster spirit cultivators who were invited to the wasteland, so the human race spiritual cultivators asked the demon clan spiritual cultivators for their opinions on the matter of the desolate beasts.

The spirit of the Yaozu returned to the old place, and seeing the desolate beasts transformed from the former monsters of the Yaozu, he also felt sad in his heart.

The wild beasts in the wasteland are divided into two parts, one is the wild beasts controlled by the Soul-devouring Beast Shadow, and the other is the wild beasts that have woken up and even have a faint tendency to give birth to wisdom.

Song Jingmo assisted in the management of the second part.

Soul-devouring Beast Shadow can not only control wild beasts, but also human spiritual cultivation, because Soul-devouring Beast Shadow brings a great sense of crisis, and human spiritual cultivation speeds up.

Being in the barren area, Song Jingmo couldn't feel much change, and could only infer a little about the current situation from the atmosphere in which the high-status spiritual cultivators sitting in the barren area usually get along and talk together.

Time passed both fast and slow, and on the third day after the channel was built, everything was ready.

The spiritual energy of the Dragon Realm poured into the large array arranged in the center of the barren area, and the large array extracted this part of the spiritual energy to feed back to the land of the barren area, and the barren area used this part of the spiritual energy to repair the cracks.

This is a constant tug-of-war.

It was also a big gamble.

The bet is that the cracks cannot absorb spiritual energy endlessly.

Pour a large amount of Shenlongyu spiritual energy into the cracks, find the nodes that the cracks can't respond in time, and the spirits guarding the cracks work together to close the cracks.

The formation continued to operate, and the cracks were shrinking step by step.

Song Jingmo looked at the crack from a distance, feeling that the matter would not end so easily.

It's like a piece of flesh and blood has been gouged out of the human body, and the bone is visible deep in the wound. If the wound is stitched up only by applying medicine and suturing, it does not mean that the wound has healed.

Repairing a crack is different from suturing a wound.

Shen Qingyan stood in the small space built by the Dao of Heaven, looking down at the Lingxiu on the Xiuling Continent busy repairing the cracks.

She knew that these were useless efforts.

"Is your heart made of stone?" Tiandao said beside him.

"Perhaps." Shen Qingyan looked cold.

Time went back half a month.

All the cracks were almost repaired, only the big crack in the wasteland was missing.

Now, this last crack has to be repaired.

"It's done!" Seeing the rift disappear, the people beside the rift cheered.

In the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

Outside the wasteland, the pitch-black claws tore apart the cracks from the ground again, and strangely shaped, dark creatures that couldn't be seen clearly drilled out of the cracks.

The world has turned into purgatory.

Shen Qingyan had seen similar endings before.

The creatures of all races were instantly destroyed.

Now, there is time to breathe.

(End of this chapter)