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Chapter 303 The God Slayer Becomes a New God (Part [-])
The boy missed his last chance to die.

For a moment, the entire temple was quiet, and after the great turmoil, it was a little desolate and exhausted.

The boy was stunned for a few seconds, and his hands dropped down in regret.

All of a sudden, the pain of broken bones, the pain of taking bones, and the pain of cutting off the meridians of the whole body, which was hit by his father's determination, came like a flood, swallowing the boy completely, just like blood soaking the boy's snow-white clothes. Same as red.

Heart-piercing, liver-changing.

However, the young man didn't even take a deep breath, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his pale lips were stained red by the blood he bit out.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Pfft..." At this moment, the man's stern laughter sounded again, harsh and ugly.

Fortunately, the laughter was soon interrupted by the man's own vomiting of blood.

The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the spray of blood, the man crashed to the ground.

However, even though he fell to the ground, the man still didn't stop his laughter. He looked up at the sky with empty eyes, but he was satisfied and relieved, even a little peaceful.

"Hahahaha Jing Sakyamuni, you...you lost to the deity in the end...the deity gave you the Ku Zhuan seal for 40 years...now you...you will never die...hahahaha... "

The man stared blankly at the towering dome of the temple, murmured feebly but complacently, maddened with complacency.

"You can't die...you can't die..." the man repeated over and over again, like he was crazy.

"Not only can you not die, but you also have to inherit my position and become the person you hate the most... Live the dirtiest life in the world... Live a life that sympathizes with everyone in the world, but no one sympathizes with you... until the end of your life For a lifetime, alone.

And I... I'm finally free..."

The man murmured in a low voice, and sometimes let out a burst of crazy laughter.

But in the man's cloudy eyes, two strings of crystal clear teardrops clearly fell, sliding down the corners of the eyes, falling drop by drop, and finally shattered on the spotless and snow-white temple.

Accompanied by the man's laughter and murmurs, the boy's body slowly descended from midair, like a piece of feather with all its feathers and branches broken, stripped of all its strength, helpless, helpless No worries, fluttering down.

The beauty is bleak, and the beauty is bleak.

In the end, the boy's shattered body fell to the ground and was bounced a few miles away.

The young man didn't speak, didn't get up, just lay on the ground like that, also looked at the dome of Tianxuan Hall, his eyes were empty, and all thoughts were lost.

The seal of Ku Zhuan is a secret art of the Mian family, and it is also a forbidden art. The numerology of the person cast by the spell will be tied to the numerology of the world.

Those who are sealed live will survive in the world; those who are sealed will die and die in the world.

Rather than saying that Ku Zhuan's seal is a bondage to people, it is better to say that the human body is used to seal the power of Ku Zhuan.

If the person is not there, the power of Ku Zhuan will burst out, multiply and destroy the world.

The boy was sealed by Ku Zhuan for 40 years by a man, that is to say, during these 40 years, if the boy died, the seal of Ku Zhuan in his body would burst out and destroy the entire world.

As early as hundreds of years ago, Ku Zhuan's technique had been classified as a forbidden technique, and thus disappeared. The young man never expected that a man would use it, let alone that he would use it at this time.

The boy's original plan was perfect.

He connected the man's Xinshu acupoint with the lower bone of his heart, injected the man's determination into his body, and then used his own blood as a formation to tightly entangle the man in the formation, closely connected with his own numerology.

In this way, with the two layers of constraints of determination and numerology, even if a man has monstrous abilities, it can be said that it is difficult to fly.

In this way, when all the determination of the man is poured into the boy's body, the boy will explode and die. At that time, the other person who lives and dies with the same fate in the blood formation will also die, and the two will be able to live together. Explosion.

The boy's ultimate goal has also been achieved.

But he never expected that the man used Ku Zhuan's technique to seal his remaining determination into the Ku Zhuan seal, forcibly interrupting the interaction of determination and the connection of the blood formation.

In this way, the boy will not explode and die because of inhaling such a huge determination force, but the man has wasted his life's skill.

And the young man's own life was shackled and tied to the world, so that the young man no longer had the right to seek death.

At this moment, in the white temple on top of Kunlun Mountain, under the towering snow-white dome, two men in white clothes completely soaked in blood became the only color in this pure white space.

In the end, the man only said one sentence.

"Jing Sakyamuni, give me a good time."

The man said coldly, slightly curling up his blood-stained hands.

The blood that was stained on that hand belonged to his wife, his son, his loyal friend, and countless innocent people.

Also, the only person he ever loved in his life.

The man's eyes fell slowly, replacing the pure white in front of him with darkness with light and shadow.

In the darkness, a graceful and graceful figure jumped out of the light and shadow, smiling at him, jumping and jumping.

Her smile was brighter than the sun, warmer than the sun, and she was shining brightly in the dark.

She illuminated the man's life, and the man pushed her into the abyss of eternal doom.

Qiluo.

The man's lips moved, and he spit out two words soundlessly, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but the corners of his eyes became more moist.

I failed you.

Now, I have also suffered retribution, and I will come to you.In the next life, you will bear me, abandon me, and kill me, but you must never lose sight of me.

Thinking of this, the man let out a sigh of relief.

If death is to go to another world to pursue Qiluo, and life is to be the supreme being who is more lonely than death, then death is a kind of luck, a kind of relief.

The man is waiting, waiting for the end that belongs to him.

End his yearning, end his filth, and end his guilt.

He kept the last bloodline of the Jingshi family, and he has nothing to worry about.

Letting his son live was the greatest punishment he could have given his son in his life.

Letting his son live and not die is his eternal curse on his son.

The godslayer becomes a god.

There is already a new god in this world.

And on this day, in the 670th year of Tianxuan, the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, he committed a great evil in the red sand.

On this day, there will be no success in doing business, there will be no men and women in marriage, orphans and widows will not be married, there will be no one to live in before the court, and funerals will be arranged before the house is completed.

On this day, Jing Sakyamuni, who was twelve years old, lost his mother and father, cut off his desire to become a god, and ascended to the top of the world.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The young man was lying on his back on the ground, his whole body was completely soaked in the blood, and all the ink hairs on his head were scattered, like a piece of silk spread on the snow-white ground, supporting the young man's body that was as young as a feather and shattered like dust.

(End of this chapter)