Start With Top Luck

(Ahem, the plot here requires, and those who are young in mind, I suggest skipping it and going directly to Zhang. Of course, you don’t have to accept my suggestion...)

"Now, do you still want to close your eyes?"

The voice sounded like a devil in the ears of the Buddha.

Fozi's eyebrows trembled slightly, and a large bead of cold sweat rolled down his face, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Chi-poof!" Another slender arm was torn off.

"No—! My lord, please let her go!" The woman in the distance kept begging, her voice hoarse.

At this time, the girl's arms were empty, and the flesh and blood were smeared on the severed arm. It was extremely frightening, and she had already passed out from the severe pain.

Blood splattered on the monk's face, and the sound of "tick-tick-" sounded. Before he knew it, the Buddha who was invincible countless years ago shed tears.

Cang Shitian looked at the woman on the ground calmly, only to see that he casually dropped the little girl he was holding.

"Boom!" The body hit the ground heavily, blood gushing out.

The woman didn't know where the strength came from, but she crawled over all of a sudden, hugged the child, and kept crying.

Cang Shitian squatted down slowly, and asked, "Did you see it?" He pointed to the monk next to him, and said softly, "As long as he opens his eyes and sees this troubled world, your daughter can survive."

Hearing this, the woman's eyes lit up, as if she had caught hope, she shouted to the monk:

"Master, did you hear that, as long as you open your eyes, Yue'er will be able to live..."

"Master... I know that monks are merciful and will definitely save Yue'er... right?"

The woman's eyes were bright, even though her voice was already hoarse, she still did not give up.

Sakyamuni still recited the heart mantra, and did not open his eyes, but the sweat dripping down told him that his heart was extremely restless.

Cang Shitian in front of him sneered and said sarcastically, "Look at your poor Buddha, how ridiculous you are."

After finishing speaking, Cang Shitian grabbed the girl's fair and tender neck and held it up high.

Seeing this scene, the woman went completely mad and threw herself in front of the monk.

"Master, please open your eyes, please... If you don't open your eyes, Yue'er will die...I can't lose Yue'er...I can't...I really can't..."

The sound of sobbing and praying pierced deeply into the monk in front of him like sharp thorns, and the monk's folded hands kept trembling, as if they would let go at any time...

"Please...please...boom!"

Seeing that the monk didn't open his eyes, the woman turned to look at Cang Shitian, kowtowing and begging.

"Boom! Boom...boom!" Blood flowed continuously.

However, Cang Shitian just looked at the woman indifferently, exerting a slight force on his arm, "Crack!"

The huge force broke the girl's white and delicate neck instantly, and her head was folded to one side at a strange angle.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

The woman stared blankly at all this, gradually, tears blurred her vision.

The monk's heart trembled violently, his whole body couldn't help trembling, and the faint light on his body also dimmed.

Cang Shitian grabbed the girl and threw it at the monk's feet like throwing a doll.

The little girl who was lively and lively just a moment ago has become a dead body at this moment.

"It's all because of you."

Cang Shitian whispered in Sakyamuni's ear, then smiled lightly, and walked slowly to the side of the woman kneeling on the ground in a daze.

The woman looked at the approaching Devil, but she didn't resist.

Perhaps, she was already dead when Cang Shitian broke her neck...

I saw Cang Shitian grabbing her head and yanking it upwards. With a sound of "Puff!", blood splashed out instantly, the whole head was pulled out, and the long spine was connected with flesh and blood. The fleshy body was like a lump of minced meat, which suddenly rotted to the ground.

Cang Shitian glanced at the minced meat on the ground in disgust, and threw the head out of his hand.

"Roll-roll." The head rolled in front of Sakyamuni with a bloody spine.

The blood on her head had faded, her face was pale, her black hair was scattered on the ground, and through the coagulated blood on her face, she could vaguely see her widened and dim blood eyes.

Die with peace!

Sakyamuni's whole body was dim, tears kept dripping, and his hands kept shaking.

"Don't you give up? A life is so small in your heart."

"It seems...there are not enough dead..."

Cang Shitian smiled playfully, and the terrifying aura swept away into the distance.

He reached out with his big hand, wrapped it under his giant hand, as if he had grabbed something.

A cry of a baby pierced through the bloody world, yes, he caught a baby.

The baby in the swaddle was about six or seven months old, with a juicy body and a small flesh-colored face, cute and pleasing, but the baby began to cry the moment it was caught here by Cang Shitian.

Sakyamuni's face was pale, and he couldn't imagine what would happen next.

"Why don't you dare to open your eyes?" Cang Shitian said indifferently, his voice exploded in the monk's ears like thunder, like a spike piercing into the monk's heart.

"I... wow... wow..."

The cry of the baby was harsh in this silent place.

Cang Shitian frowned and grabbed the swaddle.

"Noisy!"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and two fingers pierced the baby's eyes mercilessly.

"Pfft!" A large amount of blood gushed out from his eyes.

The world seems to be forbidden, the world is silent, and there is no more crying.

Cang Shitian grabbed the baby's corpse from the dark eye hole and threw it hard.

The whole baby was thrown in front of the monk, its eyes were black holes, cracks covered the whole head from the eye sockets, and blood flowed continuously from the black holes.

The baby who was still crying last second turned into a dead body at this moment!

At this moment, the baby stared at Sakyamuni with empty eye sockets, as if blaming him for his inaction.

Cang Shitian looked at all this indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, he saw that all the minced meat around Sakyamuni gradually dried up, and his spirit was drawn away, which was caused by the disappearance of the power of luck.

"Are you still not opening your eyes? It seems that it is not enough..."

Cang Shitian murmured softly, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, sweeping away towards the distance again.

Just then, a voice sounded.

"enough!"

Seeing that the light on Sakyamuni's body receded, he put down his hands and slowly opened his eyes, with tears dripping from them.

Beside him are countless pieces of minced meat, a little girl with no dry arms and a twisted neck, only a woman whose head and spine are connected and a baby with hollow and broken eye sockets.

Looking from a distance, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, mountains and rivers are in turmoil, countless creatures are dying, and the power of luck is constantly being taken away by darkness.

Such a scene made his heart tremble, he lowered his head, he didn't want to believe it.

Cang Shitian smiled playfully and whispered in his ear.

"Poor?"

"All of this is thanks to you!"

As the words fell, Sakyamuni's pupils shrank.

The sound of "Crack!" sounded like a cracking sound.

"You still can't face it." Cang Shitian said calmly.

After all, Cang Shitian in front of him suddenly turned into pieces, and the whole world turned bloody again.

boom!