No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 262 Long Dream
"No wonder you tell me so much."

"It turned out that they wanted me to stand in line."

Ning Luo's eyes darkened slightly, and it had to be said that the saintess' generous speech had indeed shaken him a bit.

Cang Ming's past sounds like the history of a saint's prodigal family.

Her indecision made her ignore the black tide in the Dao Sea, and eventually led to the birth of false gods, causing the sky to be covered by gray fog and the sun to be covered by strange situations.

The world is not black and white, and the merits and demerits of the saint are also difficult to draw conclusions.

It is undeniable that revitalizing Cang Ming is the work of the saint, and it is indeed the fault of the saint to let the Kuroshio go.

It is indeed biased to simply label her a Madonna.

Ning Luo shook his head in his heart. If he just denied the existence of such a person who changed Cang Ming, then he would be no different from those abstract haters on the Xingang Forum.

If you want to criticize stupid people with your mouth and pen, you must first ensure that your style is different from the vulgar.

But speak your mind.

If everything the false god says is true, then he can't have any sympathy for the saint.

Because the saint's handling of the Kuroshio was indeed inappropriate.

Even the five elders of the mountain village who hide their selfish desires can do better than the saint.

If the saint had told the five elders what Dao Hai had seen, would the five elders have instigated the saint to drive out the Kuroshio and restore the world in order to preserve their status?Will Cang Ming's ending be different?

I think it will.

Not even ghostlands and illusions will appear.

As for the Cangming pattern after the false god was born, and the current decision of the saintess, Ning Luo could no longer find any reason to criticize.

Indeed, from his own point of view, Ning Luo may be more inclined to the false god's choice.

Those moths that are causing trouble in the sky should be wiped out cleanly, only in this way can the order of the sky be maintained.

"But the purpose of the false god's statement is to lure me into the group, to make me the host of the black tide and a breeding ground for filth."

"Whether her family's words are true or false, they must not be trusted."

"But the pattern of Cangming is derived by myself, so it is probably correct."

Now Cang Ming is three points.

One is the present world, the other is the illusion, and the third is the strange world.

Ning Luo has never been to this world, but the sentient beings who want to come to this world have already fallen asleep, drunk in the eternal dream.

And the fantasy dream is the illusory world after he stepped into the gray fog. It is a dream constructed by the real saint with the spiritual consciousness of all living beings, and it is the arsenal she uses to deal with the gray fog.

As for the strange environment, it was transformed by the divine way of the false god. She hated all living beings in the dark world, so she used the divine way to transform it into a hideous strangeness.

Then there is no suspense about where the entrance to the Spirit Village and the Paradise Realm are.

Lingcun is a narrow gap between reality and fantasy, and most of the five elders in Lingcun are the true faces of the five gods.

The mirage is a narrow space between dreams and delusion, so there is a mixture of the kindness of the saint and the resentment of false gods.

That abyss.
Undoubtedly it is the narrow gap between the strange world and the present world.

Therefore, if the abyss of ash is not suppressed and the false gods are not exorcised, then the divine way of the false gods will come true, and the present world will be completely reduced to a delusion!
No matter how hard the false god could have imagined, the seemingly immature young man in front of her could penetrate the truth of Cang Ming and restore the whole picture of Cang Ming in just a few days.

And Ning Luo, who already dislikes internet mobs and information cocoons, is even more unlikely to be easily bewitched by her.

Your brazenness is not as good as your marketing account.

Your ability to build momentum is not as good as the Internet trolls.

Your rhetoric is incomparable even to those who are stupefied by anti-intellectual demons.

Not to mention those hypocritical public knowledge who are good at taking facts out of context, confusing right and wrong, turning black and white, and flaunting justice.

"So you want to brainwash me?"

The corner of Ning Luo's mouth twitched noncommittally, thinking that the false god still suffers from not being online.

As long as the false god lives in the Blue Star Forum for two days, it is unlikely that he will not be able to shake his will at all.

As for the choice of the saint to create a dream, Ning Luo can also understand.

To put it bluntly, it is the trolley problem.

Those evil people are the raw material for the false gods to create the delusion. It is because of the resentment in their hearts that the divine way is effective and the delusion is solidified.

If the saintess kills all those evil people now, then the false gods will lose their support.

But she can't do that because the group is too big and not all real thugs.

Two rails ahead of the tram.

Dozens of vicious or mediocre people are tied to a track.

On the other track lay three or two ordinary people who hadn't gotten involved.

The saint is a switchman, which way should she go?
Her final choice was to sacrifice the villains, let them sleep in their dreams, and become sacrifices to Shinto without depriving them of their lives.

The choice of false gods is even simpler and rude.

As long as everyone is turned into weirdness, there will be no such redundant choices.

As for Ningluo
That must be an obtuse angle.

He didn't plan to go on either railroad track, after all he was a monk, not a switchman.

Rather than choosing which track to let the tram drive to, Ning Luo is more willing to try to force the train to stop!

If I can't do it, I'm incompetent, I admit it.

But at least my choice can neither be called utilitarian hypocrisy nor hysterical brutality.

No one can criticize me morally.

Because everyone present in the Underworld, no matter whether they are all living beings or saints and false gods, no one is worthy to stand on the commanding heights of morality and attack Ning Luo who made such a decision.

That's enough.

In addition to this, what should be done more is undoubtedly to target the questioner who is forcing people to choose.

Because she was the one who tied people to the rails.

He is obviously heinous, so how can he have the right to restrain others with the reins of morality?
The vain saint smiled cleverly, and whispered: "The way of heaven is flawed, and following the will of heaven does not necessarily mean correctness. How about it, man of destiny, have you considered it?"

Ning Luo raised his head, returned a hearty smile, and said decisively, "I choose to blame you first."

The face of the false god turned black, and there was no more kindness that belonged to the saint.

Kuroshio is still Kuroshio after all.

No matter how much it pretends, no matter how it manages after resetting Cang Ming, no matter what its real purpose is.
After all, it is filth that goes against human reason.

The false god shook his head, except for the unspeakable sullenness on his face, there was an undisguised disappointment.

The false god said coldly: "Then what you mean is that you plan to appease those wicked people, and join them in their evil ways?"

Ning Luo smiled lightly and shook his head.

Sure enough, he still put on a big black hat.

Ning Luo calmly said: "Those people will naturally settle accounts after the fall. Cangming's rules are too loose, so there will be no order. The saint will wake up to this sooner or later. The saint will recognize her crimes, and the villains will not be able to escape. Accountability. But at least, no matter what the future holds, it has nothing to do with you."

"Order is but a chain!"

"You can restrain their actions, but you can't restrain the evil beast in their hearts!"

A turbid black mist emerged from the pupils of the false god, as if ink droplets were smudged in the water, gradually engulfing the entire white of the eyes.

Her tone became more and more passionate, as if she was stating her own remote memory: "Order will eventually corrupt. When the human heart breaks the shackles, animal desire will eventually devour everything! The only way to maintain balance is regeneration!"

"It's useless to talk too much. Since you are obsessed with your obsession, then become a firewood with your heavenly way, and cleanse this dirty world!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the false god suddenly disappeared.

The surrounding mirage collapsed in an instant, and then the fire from the sky fell to the ground, the earth cracked, and endless strange things came out of the thick fog!

The leader of the rebel army who raised his arms and shouted became more and more stooped, the corners of his mouth were twisted, and his skinny palm pierced through his own chest, pulling out the dark heart.

The beating heart was dripping with dirty blood, filled with endless desires.

Wealth, beauty, delicacy, fame, sloth
As long as he has the saint, he can get anything!

As long as the saint is imprisoned and forced to be a slave, then he can get everything in this world!
He has already seen through those five old things!

It's just an old man from the same village as the Holy Maiden, who eats some sacred fruit to prolong his life, and then uses the Taoist artifact bestowed by the Holy Maiden to dominate.

But he also ate the holy fruit, and his body was still younger.

Although he doesn't have a Dao weapon, he has hoarded countless spirit beads.

As long as the five elders can be caught, they can be used as a threat.
Then with the character of a saint, how dare she refuse to submit?
Every time the pitch-black heart beats, dense black mist will flow out.

In a blink of an eye, black mist covered the world, obscuring Ning Luo's vision.

With a thought in Ning Luo's mind, hundreds of red gold long sabers hung alone in the air, arrayed around him.

He probably knew why the saint had brought him all the way here.

Because this is the beginning of the disaster of the underworld, and the thugs who rebelled are the source of the black fog and the root cause of the broken Taoism.

Thousands of arms proliferated around the swollen black heart, and the flowing black pulp turned into a swimming black snake, passing through the fog.

Ning Luo stared at those illusory scaleless black snakes, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Compared to the big earthworms underground in the holy city, what gave him a more similar impression was undoubtedly the snakes he saw in the black mist of Lingcun.

It seems that there are still some unknown secrets in the Cangming War.

But Ning Luo didn't care to study it carefully.

Not only because of time constraints, but also because it was unnecessary.

Now everything is clear, who ever had it, the saint knows all these things, and the future will naturally come to light.

Ning Luo took out the Fire Spirit Bead from the package, and threw it towards the heart in the black mist!

boom!
The fire dragon howled, and the heat wave emptied!
The raging flames swept across the surrounding area, lighting up the dark fog.

The Miao Dao transformed by the Shinto flowed clear after bloodbath.

It is as clear as autumn water, bright but not dazzling, just like lightning blooming in the night sky, tearing up the dark night!

Hei Xin's flesh wall couldn't tell if it was the scorching marks of Li Huo, or the color he should have had.

It wasn't until the black pulp of the bankrupt mixed with scorched scabs overflowed that Ning Luo was able to confirm that this opponent didn't seem to be very strong?
Thousands of arms embraced the pitch-black heart, as if they were squeezing the sponge hard, wantonly expulsing the filthy stuff inside.

A snake like a roundworm swam out of the ventricle quietly burrowed into the soil, intending to burst out from under Ning Luo's feet unexpectedly!

However, it was not the soles of Ning Luo's feet that greeted it, but the intertwined twigs that descended from the ground.

"Hey, will there still be yin?"

"Okay, don't learn it, you will learn everything about the Mantis Shrimp from the Northern Territory."

"Tsk."

Ning Luo's gaze became colder. Since the Qiu Zhi he was brewing underground had been discovered, there was no need to procrastinate any longer.

He clasped his palms and whispered to himself: "Derivation."

Before the words fell, countless twigs broke out from the soil!

The ebony twigs turned into a boundless sea of ​​trees, enveloping the sarcoma tightly!

A stone tablet fell from the sky, imprisoning the ebony-ridden sarcoma in a stone prison.

Immediately afterwards, a large pack of Fire Spirit Orbs was thrown at the stone prison, setting off a blazing fire, but it was gathered in the stone furnace in an instant.

Wood makes fire, so the twigs make the Shinto Huandan even hotter.

Fire makes earth, so the stone prison imprisoned the flame in the furnace, which added a bit more firepower.

Ning Luo is still unable to reproduce the seven phenomena of Taixuan Zhenqi with the divine way.

But at least the five elements, he has been able to do a job with ease.

"Wow, wow—"

Heart-piercing howls came from the stone furnace, like the cries of a child.

But Ning Luo would neither fall for the trick, nor would he be moved in the slightest.

He stared at the furnace indifferently, until the black tumor was finally reduced to ashes, and even the black mist was flying with it.

Ning Luo turned his head.

On the empty and scorched field, there was a figure standing there at some point.

The false god didn't take a few steps before turning back again.

Her pupils were narrowed and her eyes became more and more sinister, as if she was confused by the strength of the young man in front of her, and even more puzzled by his unreasonable means.

"Are you really a visitor from space?"

"Why, originally you were flattering me earlier?"

The false god looked even more gloomy when he heard the words, and whispered: "If that's the case, then I can't let you go."

The corners of Ning Luo's mouth rose slightly, as if the big deal was death, and he smiled casually, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

"You will be afraid."

"Because I know what your reliance is."

"Well?"

Ning Luo frowned slightly, not because he was shocked by the words of the false god, but because he had an inexplicable intuition of fear!
It seems that the false god really knows his weakness, and knows the fate that even he himself knows nothing about!

After a burst of heart palpitations for no reason, Ning Luo restrained his smile and suddenly became alert.

However, the false god was indifferent, just closed his eyes and whispered to himself.

"Don't worry, you, you can't go back."

"Go to sleep."

"Long dream."

(End of this chapter)