I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 407: Darkening·Blood Demon Messenger

 “I’m not afraid of you.”

Qin Yao shook his head and said, "I just don't believe that pie will fall from the sky."

Tianxiu laughed dumbly: "There is no pie in the sky, but fate often loves a person especially during a certain period of time.

 People usually call the lucky ones during this period - the children of destiny.

Mr. Qin, in the last period of my life, you are the son of destiny in my eyes. "

Qin Yao said calmly: "Wearing a high hat has no effect on me. I never do this."

Tianxiu: "It seems that I need to have a good communication with you..."

Qin Yao glanced at the Onmyoji who fell on the ground, looked back and said, "I'll give you a chance to convince me."

"In the beginning, you thought that helping me would do more harm than good, and you were unwilling to suffer, so you were unwilling to help me transcend. Now that I have said this, you feel that the benefits of helping me far outweigh the harm, and you are unwilling to take risks, so you are still unwilling to help me transcend. "Tianxiu said: "That's right, right?"

"That's right." Qin Yao admitted frankly and aboveboard.

"Let's be more detailed." Tianxiu said slowly: "Do you think this is a dangerous thing? The root cause should be that you pay less and get more, right?"

 Qin Yao pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

 “You’re in trouble~”

Tianxiu smiled slightly: "How many monks do you think there are in this world who can take action according to the plan I just mentioned?

 You should know that most of the monks in the world are extremely ordinary people who do nothing.

Suppose he were another person, would he have the connections to handle nine hundred and ninety-nine evil ghosts easily?

 You have the connections and the ability to do things that others cannot do, so this opportunity should be yours.

 Opportunities are not reserved for those who are prepared, but for those who have resources.

The world is so realistic, what’s the use of just being prepared?

　　Those who are unable to take advantage of it are still unable to take it. They can only watch the opportunity slip away from them and cannot do anything about it. "

 Chin Yao: “…”

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he was indeed somewhat convinced by the demon monk...

Tianxiu's gentle eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. Without waiting for Qin Yao's reply, she came to the Onmyoji and asked sideways: "Mr. Qin, can I handle her?"

Qin Yao pursed his lips and said, "Even if you solve this problem for me, I won't help you."

Tianxiu smiled and said nothing, bent down, and gently placed her palm on Jinsha's forehead. A white Buddha's light suddenly emerged from her palm.

 Everywhere the Buddha's light touched turned into nothingness. In the blink of an eye, most of Jinsha's head disappeared, as if someone had erased this piece of a static picture with an eraser.

 Hookingly clean! !

"Snapped."

Suddenly, bursts of white smoke came out of the Bagua mirror printed on Jinsha's back, and a man's head came out of Jinsha's abdomen.

“Oh, you’re out.” Tianxiu smiled and extended her palm to him kindly.

 Under the palm of the Buddha, all things cease to exist.

 In an instant, the head was gone.

 Chin Yao: “…”

 That’s outrageous!

No wonder this monk destroyed a base by himself.

The light in the opponent's palm, is it the light of Buddha?

"I'm sorry, I can only store 999 evil spirits in my body, and there is no room for you."

Tianxiu murmured to himself, and the Buddha's light in his palms glowed again.

Without any sound, not even ashes, the Yin-Yang Corpse, whose comprehensive ability was second only to Nintendo, was just gone. It was completely wiped out from this world by a palm.

Qin Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the pride in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He doesn't think that his body is any more abnormal than the Yin-Yang Corpse, and he doesn't dare to pat his chest and say that he can perform the magic of summoning the gods from the bottom of the box before the monk hits him with his palm!

In just five or six years, he has walked a path that others have taken hundreds of years to achieve, and has achieved brilliant achievements, but can those things make up the gap between him and the other party?

 What else is there to be proud of?

At this moment, Qin Yao truly settled down, his state of mind took a further step in enlightenment, and the sharp edge that penetrated his body slowly dissipated...

Tianxiu felt the connection, looked up at Qin Yao, looked into his eyes as calm as a deep lake, and said sincerely: "Congratulations."

Qin Yao bowed his hands and saluted him. When facing him, he no longer had the alienation feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away: "Thank you very much."

Tianxiu shook his head and said: "I am just an opportunity. Even without me, you will reach this state of mind sooner or later."

Qin Yao smiled: "No one knows how long this 'sooner or later' will be. Thirty years, fifty years, three hundred years, five hundred years. The later you learn to be humble, the harder you will suffer in the future. "

 “That’s true.”

Tianxiu nodded: "The strong need to be humble, because every mountain is higher than the next!

 In your eyes, maybe I am strong enough, but in my eyes, I also have goals to catch up with.

 Otherwise, why would the young monk want to die? "

Qin Yao suddenly became curious and said with a smile: "I wonder what the master's goal is?"

Tianxiu keenly noticed the change in his title and smiled slightly: "It is my master Kukai. His life is a legend. When he was alive, he was unparalleled."

Qin Yao was silent.

I said earlier, I do n’t know if it ’s preconceived. When he heard the name of Kong Hai, he would subconsciously emerge the image of the monster cat’ s transmission of Zhongkang Hai ...

Tianxiu looked at him quietly and said: "The purpose of goals is to urge people to constantly surpass themselves.

 My goal is my master. When my master was young, his goal was Master Xuanzang. When Master Xuanzang was young, his goal was Nalanda Temple.

I heard from Master that Nalanda Temple was the highest institution of Buddhism in the world at that time. Master Xuanzang studied under Master Jiexian. In just ten years, he conquered the world through an unobstructed conference and eighteen days of debate. There were more than 3,000 monks present, and it’s heartbreaking to think about it…

 This is the urging role of goals. Mr. Qin, who is your goal? "

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment.

 He seems to have never thought about this problem?

 As the first person of his generation, he seems to be the one that others want to catch up with, right?

So, what about looking up?

Thinking of this, Qin Yao glanced at Uncle Jiu subconsciously.

 Uncle Jiu looked up at the sky.

 Look what I do?

If we really fight, I may not be able to beat you even if I use all my means... Are you embarrassed to target me? ? ?

"Zhong Kui!"

 Silently looking away, Qin Yao said in a deep voice: "If I have to have a goal, Zhong Kui is undoubtedly the best candidate for me."

 “Zhong Kui, the Secretary of Punishment for Evil…”

Tianxiu murmured and smiled: "He is indeed a good candidate. His personal strength, achievements, current status, and worldly reputation, no matter what, he is excellent."

Qin Yao smiled and said nothing, and said to himself: "I didn't choose him because he is excellent..."

Brother Yao has already unlocked the realm of eating soft food but eating hard. What he wants now is to eat everything.

Standing up, I ate all three bowls of rice, and my uncle had to carry a bowl for himself.

 What is face?

 This is called face!

  …     …

　　　国.

 The palace under the well.

 The head-dropping master Wata, who was sitting cross-legged on the bone throne, suddenly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and placed his palm tightly on his heart. His whole body was instantly sweating.

Stiffed like this for more than half an hour, as the heart-rending pain gradually subsided, Wata just felt like he was alive again. He put down his arms, lowered his head, and gasped for air.

The Yin-Yang Corpse was refined by him, and it was related to his body and mind. There can only be one explanation for the backlash in him: the Yin-Yang Corpse was completely destroyed, not even a trace of residue was left.

 “Damn it, what did those two idiots do?!”

After a long time, Wata gradually regained some energy, quickly left the hall, turned around and came to a secret room filled with countless skulls.

 “The magic mirror appears!”

Stopping in front of a wall made of bones, he raised his right hand towards a hexagonal magic mirror in the middle of the bone wall.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blue light suddenly burst out from the palm of his right hand, and hit the center of the magic mirror hard. After the mirror absorbed the ball of blue light, it suddenly rippled like water ripples, slowly showing a scene...

In the mirror image, a group of gods and ghosts stood in front of a low temple, surrounding the Yin Yang corpse lying on the ground.

A figure whose whole body was shining with dazzling white light and whose face could not be seen at all squatted beside the corpse of Yin and Yang, and reached out his hand to press on Jin Sha's head.

Then…

 The yin and yang corpses are gone.

Wata opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly the appearance of this white figure. As a result, he became dizzy in a moment just like a person looking at the blazing sun.

 “God!”

Wata's body trembled, his face was dull, and his pupils were trembling.

No wonder the Yin-Yang Corpse will perish. Even if it is said to be an existence second only to the Heavenly Corpse, if it jumps out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements, it is impossible to defeat the gods before it grows up.

 What's more, Naimi and Jinsha, these two idiots, have not been able to solve the problem of ten o'clock and make up for their own shortcomings. It is not surprising that such a result would occur when they ran into the hands of the gods.

 The problem is, Naimi and Jinsha are stupid, and he is the one who pays the bill!

Since the art of corpse refining emerged in Southeast Asia, to this day, no one has refined the dominating demon zombie.

 He was originally the person closest to success, but at this time, all hopes were in vain...

 “Isn’t God amazing?!”

The overwhelming hatred after his hope was shattered instantly overwhelmed the slightest fear. Vata clenched his fists and filled his teeth with resentment.

 “Even if it is God, if he destroys my hope, he will perish!”

Wata opened his arms and roared to the sky. The densely packed red characters on his chest quickly lit up with golden light, and soon gathered into a bright pillar of light, wrapping his entire body in it.

At some point, the dazzling golden light gradually dimmed, and the environment in the room became dark again, but Watta was nowhere to be seen.

 Obviously, this crazy guy actually tattooed the teleportation array from a certain space on himself!

next moment.

Wata, who was dressed in a dark red monk's robe, turned into light in a cave. With his hands clasped together, he knelt down devoutly in front of a red statue with a black face and fangs. He bowed respectfully to the ground and called out in a low voice: "The Blood Demon grown ups."

 “I feel the boundless hatred hidden in your heart...”

The eyes of the blood demon statue suddenly lit up with red light, and the terrifying face seemed to come alive under the light: "Who provoked you?"

 “A…god.” Watta said.

 “What god?”

"I saw the other person through a magic mirror. The white divine light was too dazzling, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly."

 “So, you came to me because…”

 “Kill the gods.” Watta said.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The Blood Demon laughed loudly and said: "I have lived for more than five thousand years and traveled to various countries. I have seen people who stand up to gods with mortal bodies, but I have never seen people who kill gods with mortal bodies. Only gods can kill gods. !”

Wata lay on the ground again and bowed to the ground: "Please give me strength, sir. After I succeed in revenge, I will do my best to pull out the Fuxi needle, remove the Nuwa stone, and rescue you from this hellish place."

"Okay, remember the promise you made. I will now make you the Blood Demon Envoy and grant you the divine envoy godhood." The Blood Demon laughed for a while, and two blood-red light beams flew out of his eyes and shot directly into the Watt Tower. top of head.

"ah…"

The red light entered the body, and Vata kept rolling on the ground in pain, and then the body began to rot from the inside out, and finally turned into a pool of blood, with no trace of the skin and flesh, as if it had melted into the blood.

“In the name of the Blood Demon, I grant you eternal life.”

The red light in the eyes of the sculpture gradually dissipated. As the sound of the decree rang out, a blood core one finger long and **** wide, emitting dazzling red light, flew out from the center of its eyebrows and slowly came to the sky above the pool of blood.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

Under the light of the blood core, the blood that formed a pool was strongly pulled by streams, flew up from the ground, gathered around the blood core, flowed and formed a human shape.

“Imagine your original appearance in your mind, and your body will be completely under your control.”

The Blood Demon said calmly.

 The next moment, the blood body gradually took on bones, muscles, skin, hair...almost in the blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance of Vata.

 “Is this the power of God?”

Wata slowly flew up, and the extremely powerful feeling stirred up waves of roaring desire in his heart.

"There is still one thing left." The blood demon said. The ground in front of Watta suddenly cracked, and a blood-red giant sword slowly flew out from the crack: "This is your weapon. Only with it can you truly own it." The power of killing gods!"

Wata stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the giant sword, and finally couldn't help but scream.

Endless **** light rushed out from his body, and was immediately stopped by the golden rune on the top of the cave.

“Thank you, sir.” After slowly adapting to his own strength, Watta knelt down on the ground devoutly again.

"Go, kill that God Queen, and quickly find a way to pull out the Fuxi needle in my body. I can't wait to appear in this world." The Blood Demon ordered.

Wata nodded silently, with a thought in his mind, he held the magic sword and slowly disappeared into the air...

 “Stop!”

 It’s another sunny morning.

 In Yizhuang.

As soon as Uncle Jiu came to the toilet, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

“Junior sister, is something wrong?”

 He tried to shake his arm, but felt that the other person seemed to have used up all his energy to **** the breast.

 “Something’s wrong.” Gu Gu said with a serious face.

"Can you tell me something later? I'm in a hurry right now!" Uncle Jiu crossed his legs silently and forced a smile.

Aunt Zhue stared at the black aura flowing between his brows and eyes and said, "It's possible, but you should be careful~"

Uncle Jiu: “…”

What is all this, sister, why should I be careful when I go to the toilet?

Are you careful about falling into the latrine? !

 (End of this chapter)