Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 454: Master Luo Falls from the Sky (3K)

As a small fish, and also as a great philosopher.

Ron always believed that if he wanted to suffer, he had to find a breakthrough point within himself.

Love is certainly heartbreaking, and the death of a loved one is even more so, but how can it compare to pouring out your heart, lungs, and brains?

At least he had never seen anyone use endless physical torture to cover up psychological pain.

This shows that the human instinct for survival always takes precedence over being dumped by a girlfriend or losing a younger brother.

Physiologically, it is also more deadly and more desperate.

Those witches are just being pretentious. They were captured, their kidneys cut, their cotton picked, their limbs broken and they were thrown into the streets to beg. They were forced to work as rbq and compete with wild dogs for food with no hope at all. Wouldn't the magic potion be digested quickly?

Ron touched his chin thoughtfully, not wanting to waste any more words.

He just waved his hand, and rich blood spurted out from different directions in the fog.

It was not until this time that the cultists realized that there was a stranger among them.

However, it's too late!
Ron had already sealed off this place, and the illusion that the Punishers had evacuated had successfully deceived everyone, making them completely unguarded.

"you are not……"

"no, do not want……"

"who are you!"

"what!!!"

…………

The extremely miserable wails were like the screams of demons in the abyss. They came from all directions and echoed without any regular pattern in the closed burial hall.

ka ka ka-

Ho ho ho——

The sounds of bones shifting, spine twisting, and air leaking from the throat echoed in the dark, enclosed room.

Stained with rust and gunpowder, the cold and slippery fog became thicker again, and continued to spread outwards, soon surrounding the entire mountaintop.

At this moment, Ron seemed to sense something. Outside the space enclosed by his authority, something was secretly, tentatively, and wrigglingly climbing here.

That is the smell of blood, that is the stench of filth, and it is also the source of unrest and disaster!

“Hahaha, it’s done!!!”

The boy raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a warm and healing smile.

He slashed his left wrist with his right finger, and golden divine blood spread out.

This extremely strong breath of the end, and the symbol of everything returning to one point, instantly made the surrounding red mist with a greasy and rusty smell boil.

Everything around began to increase entropy rapidly, from order to chaos, and from chaos to nothingness.

In an instant, there seemed to be a loud bang exploding in Ron's ears, making the smile on the handsome boy's face even wider.

The corners of his mouth were raised high, his mouth was wide open, and his teeth were exposed, making Ron look even more insane.

coming!

The all-seeing one cast his eyes invisibly, and from a strange angle, he saw a bloody city, which was constantly climbing on the edge of the gray fog with symbols of masculinity and femininity.

Although it couldn't move forward at all, it still stubbornly approached Ron's side.

The undisguised malice and blatant provocation made the blond boy understand the purpose of the "City of Disaster".

It wants to eat itself!
"Humph, you're ugly but you think you're beautiful..."

pat-

Time stopped flowing, and the influence spread from where Ron was, and continued to erode into the bloody city.

The young man clenched his right hand and pulled it back suddenly. The distance in space and connection was conceptually erased, and a door with concepts such as "passage", "overlap", and "unstoppable" formed in front of him.

This is the ability bestowed by the Creator on creation, just as birds are born with the ability to fly and humans are born with wisdom.

Ron hurriedly threw a drop of his own divine blood plus a reasonable identity that he had imagined into it, then closed his eyes and secretly maintained this fragile connection.

…………

"The sky shows signs of destruction. Taibai is the star of destruction. The same is true for Mars."

"The three constants and twenty-eight constellations are all guided by me. In the north of the sky there is a red object like a mat, more than ten feet long. It may appear as red air or cracks in the sky. Afterwards, disasters will occur."

In a dilapidated temple, an old man with white hair and beard narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly raised his head as if sensing something, and looked straight at the inky black sky.

He was wearing a bright yellow cloth robe with a large collar that reached his ankles, and sleeves that were more than two feet and four inches wide, which varied in length from body to body.

The old man's eyes were bright, with a flash of silver light, as if divine light was overflowing.

"Master, what do you mean?"

At this time, a pretty woman who looked to be about 21 or 22 years old standing next to the old man frowned slightly, her tone full of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"We are in big trouble!"

"Disciple, the star of disaster is bright and flickering like a flame rising into the sky. It is coming towards us!"

"The three plates of heaven, earth and man are all off track. The variables are unpredictable. This means that bad luck has only happened in the past few days!"

Although it was bad luck, the old man was not worried. Instead, he "observed the stars" and made predictions while patting his apprentice's shoulder as if to comfort him.

"Bad luck is probably coming for you. As for me, I have long passed that stage. Don't worry, I will stay away from you!"

"Even if it really affects you, your teacher has the means to resolve it. Don't worry!" "..."

Hearing what the unreliable master said, the apprentice with a dirty face remained silent.

Am I worried about you? I am worried about myself!
"Hiss, but why is this disaster star getting bigger and bigger? And getting brighter and brighter!?"

“This is not right!!!”

Numerology is about numbers and variables, and the metaphor of stargazing is just for the convenience of interpretation. Those who observe the celestial phenomena are observing themselves and the energy of the world, not really looking at the stars.

"Master, that disaster star is indeed getting bigger and bigger, and it's golden!"

"? How can you see the stars? Stop fooling me..."

"Fuck it! Run! Something is falling from the sky!!!"

boom--

"屮!"

In the ruins, Ron raised his middle finger and gently greeted the entire "Disaster City" family.

Although he saw that there was civilization in the city, Ron did not choose to go there.

First, because it is the interior of the City of Disaster, not the real world, so there is no benefit.

The second reason was, of course, that the activation level of the City of Disaster was somewhat beyond Ron's expectations. Seeing him was like seeing a peerless beauty, and she always wanted to get close to the boy and swallow him up.

This group of source elements really need a good beating, just like the original Seven Gods of the Northern Continent!
Ron got up from the ground and wiped the dust off his delicate skin. He clenched his fists and found that most of the power he projected was missing.

Some were intercepted outside, and some were sent out of the "City of Disaster".

"Only a demigod... but fortunately, his essence has not changed..."

As for whether the entity can exert more influence and be given more power?

The answer is of course yes.

But Ron didn't dare to project too much, because this time he was sneaking across the river, and it would be bad if he was discovered by the old Lord.

Until then, Ron, with his golden hair, watery golden eyes, delicate features and chubby face, had time to look around.

All I saw was a mess.

Dust filled the air, walls collapsed, bricks and tiles were piled up in disorder, and even the wooden beams were broken into three pieces by this beautiful young man.

"What a luck! I didn't expect to meet a local resident!"

After another glance, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on the blond boy's face.

He moved his short legs, crawled out of the ruins naked, and waved to the two people standing outside the ruins of the dilapidated temple.

The apprentice, whose face was dirty with coal dust, messy hair and dressed in cloth, blushed when he saw the young man. He immediately covered his face with his hands and began to mutter to himself, looking like a gentleman.

"Don't look at what is indecent, don't look at what is indecent, don't look at what is indecent."

But her rapid breathing and the dark eyes hidden behind her fingers betrayed her mercilessly.

Is this my calamity? I would be willing to follow her for the rest of my life if she is so cute!
"Calm down and stop embarrassing me. The star of disaster is just a metaphor used by the ancients. It means that after our lineage receives the ordination seal, we will be unlucky when we reach a certain level!"

"Tomorrow, you will copy the true interpretation of Feng Shui ten times again!!!"

As if he had seen through his apprentice's thoughts, the old man with a goatee made a well-shaped expression on his forehead.

He first knocked hard on his apprentice's wooden fish head, then took two steps forward, bowed to Ron, and said in standard Mandarin:

"I am Xuankongguan, Master Xuanxu, I wonder who you are..."

Falling from the sky, the entrance is not open, it is either a demon or a madman, it is rare to see such rationality
After seeing this disaster falling from the sky, Xuanxuzi's eyes flashed and he seemed to see something different about Ron. He stood in front of his apprentice and was fully alert, ready to slay the demons and eliminate the monsters.

It is not impossible to practice the lower nine levels of cultivation, but after all, it is not the way to heaven. There are various hidden dangers. While practicing, the whole person may split in the middle, or the whole body may be covered with blisters, eyes and fangs.

Although the orthodox method is not much better, it has been successfully practiced by our predecessors.

"Uh……"

This time it was Ron's turn to be stunned, because his painting style seemed different from that of this place.

He frowned and thought for a while. Just when the old man thought Ron was a fool, he imitated the old man opposite him and bowed.

"I am Yuanshi Tianzun, and now I am stranded here. Do you have any money on you?"

"When I regain my immortality, I will... uh, repay you with gratitude?"

This scene seems familiar.

"Alas, you are still a fool after all!"

Those who practice the lower nine classes never have a good ending, what a pity...

Such a good person, but he was tortured into a mental patient.

Seeing the blond boy's unusual behavior, the old Taoist revealed a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Master, can you cure him?"

"Idiot, there is no cure, no hope. Even if you haven't fallen into it now, it will happen sooner or later!"

After saying that, the master and disciple looked at Ron with that piercing look of pity, which made the blond boy jump up and down.

"I am really Yuanshi Tianzun!!!"

"Ah, yes, yes, you are, we know!"

People who practice Taoism never bother with fools.

(End of this chapter)