Bai Gui Ye Xing

I looked at the chaos, gritted my teeth, looked at the book of life and death in my hand, and frowned.

Now I have thought of a way. At this time, this piece of chaos spreads through this space. As long as I use the book of life and death to control the places eroded by chaos in this world, and cut off the space close to chaos from the underworld, this The two worlds are separate.

But doing so is very dangerous. To put it simply, this underworld is already an extremely stable space at this time. If it is suddenly cut open, it will cause space turbulence, and something like a black hole will appear. As long as this black hole appears, it will appear. Strong suction.

No matter what it is, it will become a victim of the turbulent flow of this space. If the turbulent flow of the space expands, it will even directly destroy the space of the underworld.

I watched the chaos getting bigger and bigger, so I gritted my teeth. If I don’t try, our tens of millions of human souls in the underworld will disappear. If I try, even if I fail, it’s just another way to die. There is a certain chance to isolate the erosion of this chaos.

"Cut." I frowned, looked at the chaos and muttered, suddenly the book of life and death began to absorb my energy, and before I could react, suddenly, two-thirds of the energy in my body disappeared.

My whole body went limp, panting heavily, looking at the book of life and death in my hand in surprise, it seems that using this book of life and death is not as costless as I thought.

However, the disappearance of most of my energy is finally worth the money. Originally, this huge chaos was already a circular area with a diameter of tens of miles. At this time, a transparent color appeared around this circular area. Something like glass.

The chaotic air kept hitting the black glass, and there were several bang bang bang sounds, but the black glass didn't intend to break at all. [

Just kidding, this is not the so-called 'glass', but a crack in space.

No matter what it is that wants to cross the space crack, it will be instantly shattered, and those black chaotic air is no exception.

I see that the chaotic air has finally found a way to stop them from spreading, and I am also relieved, but seeing that black space crack has begun to become unstable at this time.

These huge space cracks are like a lion that has been silent for a long time, and it looks like it will explode at any time. Although the space cracks are only as thick as glass, the energy contained in them makes people have no doubt that these glass-like space cracks can make this huge world. destroy.

At this time, these space cracks finally started to go berserk, and countless whirlwinds formed in these glass-like cracks, and began to twist the stable spaces beside them.

No, it really got out of control.

I frowned, and I can't tell what's going on at this time. If I find a scientist or something to explain the current situation, maybe I can use a lot of conclusive theories to explain it, but I don't know what to do now. What happened, anyway, I knew that the tiger had just been beaten away, and the wolves came again.

"Monkey, what's going on, didn't you say that the grievances between me and Chaos will not affect this world, quickly get rid of these things, and I will be slaughtered by you." I yelled at the monstrous monkey.

"I want to take your life, but I just need you to come to my door and let me kill you." The monkey glanced at me without cutting it: "The cause and effect, the reincarnation of heaven and earth, cannot be changed!"

"I'm just the embodiment of karma, but not karma." The monkey looked at me with a complicated expression: "I'm also controlled by karma!"

"Yeah." I frowned and looked at this monkey. He was just the incarnation of cause and effect. The monkey smiled lightly and said, "Fate is actually the one who controls everything!"

"If this world is compared to a novel, then the author is fate, and the reader is cause and effect." The monkey said.

"What do you mean?" I frowned and looked at the monkey.

"It's like writing a book by one person, and the people who count them point and point. They all want the book to follow their own wishes, and they all want to see a satisfactory ending. This is karma, and the karma of counting, such as If a person kills the protagonist's wife in the book, readers will especially want to kill this person and let the protagonist take revenge. Even if the author doesn't want to write this plot, under the urging of so many readers, he will write the protagonist's revenge. plot." Monkey explained.

"You mean our world is a book." I thought the monkey's words were really funny. [

"Yes, this is a metaphor, but it is also a fact. This is a real world, but for people in the world outside the book, we are the people in the book." The monkey nodded: "If we follow this metaphor, I It is the incarnation of the readers of this book!"

"Fate is the author, and karma is the reader." I wanted to laugh at this moment, but I couldn't. In fact, sometimes life is so dramatic, just like writing a novel. A high school student, somehow became Mr. Yin Yang, and somehow became Ksitigarbha.

The things I have experienced in the past few years are really as wonderful and magical as those written in various novels.

The monster monkey hesitated for a moment, looked at me and said: "These cracks are the fault of you sitting down, only you can repair them, but there are countless spatial memories in these cracks, take a closer look at these cracks! "

As soon as I heard the words of this monster, I looked towards these cracks. When I saw it, I frowned slightly. Every part of these cracks was like a small mirror. There were various pictures in the mirror, all of which were made by humans The pictures of survival in the underworld, and even the pictures of ancient times.

Your human race is worthy of being a proud clan. It can make the space slowly recognize your existence, and even the space has been imprinted with your human race's imprint. Did you see that although these space cracks are violent, they have not erupted? That's because of your human race's imprint. It is even said that these have become spatial memories, making these spaces vaguely regard themselves as human races, so in order to prevent your human race disasters from erupting, otherwise if the space cracks become violent, the hell will be destroyed within ten seconds. Completely crushed.

"Really." I nodded and asked the monster monkey: "Then is there any way to make these space cracks disappear!"

"Are you trying to trick me?" The monster monkey snorted coldly and said, "What I said just now was just out of respect for those ancient heroes of your human race, so I said some things, and I don't know anything about it later. I’ve given you advice, the future of the human race depends on you.”