I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Looking at the dots of flames on Fujiwara Meihong's body, a trace of disgust and hatred flashed in Yong Ye's eyes.

Because it was the flames that hindered his path to becoming stronger, causing him to lose the most important foundation and constant fear.

Due to the particularity of the race, the 'Night' at the beginning of its birth has almost endless fears for its growth, making it stronger quickly.

But this kind of favorable condition will not last forever, because the human race that encounters difficulties cannot always stagnate.

In order to fight against the night, humans began to worship the moon.

But the protection of the Moon God is not perfect, she can only solve the visual problem, and it must be under the condition of no occlusion.

Therefore, in order to further solve the fear brought by the night, the sages of the human races everywhere did not stop thinking.

In order to avoid wild beasts, humans have learned to build nests and live in groups;

In order to solve hunger, humans have learned to store food where they live;

In order to deal with the cold, humans learned to tan the fur of beasts to wrap around their bodies;

'Night' sees all the progress of human beings.

But it has never cared about it, because these improvements will not solve the human race's fear of it from the root.

As long as most of the human race is still afraid of the night, it can continue to grow stronger, even so powerful that it can compete with the gods in the sky.

Unfortunately, the arrogance of 'Ye' did not last long.

When Suiren's drill wood ignited the first smoke and the first fire, the torch of civilization tore through the darkness and challenged the night.

When humans mastered the use of flame proficiently, 'Ye' panicked from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

Although it is just a handful of flames, it can expel darkness, cold and beasts, bring light, warmth and safety, and can also roast food and reduce the occurrence of diseases.

The appearance of flames has greatly reduced the human race's fear of the night, which has led to a decline in the strength of the 'night'.

Yong Ye waved the hem of his clothes and brought up a gust of cold wind, which completely extinguished the flames on Fujiwara Meihong's body.

He looked up at the night sky, watching the twinkling stars.

"My name is Yong Ye, I control the night, expel the sun and the moon, extinguish the fire, and I will make this world fall into the polar night forever!"

In order to keep himself strong, Yongye made such an oath in ancient times.

He led the dark clan to start a war, and ran to snatch the power of the sun and moon from the gods, so as to make the sun and moon fall.

Although he failed in the end, Yong Ye did not give up. He planned to make a comeback this time he recovered.

"Let's use you guys to sacrifice flags first, to celebrate my return."

As Yong Ye said, he raised his hand, ready to crush those bugs who dared to prevent him from recovering.

"Weakness and death, you will die in endless pain, remember the horror of the disease."

"Cough cough cough..." X3

The girls coughed violently, as if they were trying to cough up their lungs.

High fever and pain, dizziness, weakness of limbs, difficulty breathing, nausea and vomiting, shivering...

Even Fujiwara Meihong couldn't stop Yong Ye's power, only Xixing Yao was completely unaffected.

If it's something like pests and diseases, it is estimated that Xixing Yao will indeed have a headache.

But what does a disease that humans can infect have anything to do with a tree?

The billowing dark fire ignited the Westward Demon, and burned away the darkness that bound it. The surface of the torch-like tree was dyed with a layer of Buddha's light, releasing light and heat that was completely opposite to the cold dark fire to the surroundings.

Fueled by the power of wishes, the mighty golden light of Buddhism wiped out the curse of ghosts and evil spirits, and saved the three of Youyouzi from the epidemic.

Xixing Yao knows that he is not good enough in practice, and he can't kill the epidemic like the old man on the mountain.

But it doesn't matter, it still has the Buddhist inheritance of the master of Xixing Temple.

The master of Xixing Temple is sympathetic to all living beings, and he does not hesitate to sacrifice himself to seal the fingers of Su Nuo on both sides.

The rest of the masters who left the relics also gave their lives willingly to quell the disaster.

With the dharma and vows they left behind, how could they be willing to be calm when they met such a human enemy as Yong Ye, and the Buddha also has the vajra's glaring eyes.

"Human beliefs?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Yong Ye's eyes, he never thought that a big monster like Xixing Yao would bear the faith of the human race.

In particular, the idea of ​​compassion in this belief is so contradictory to its own death attribute, which is simply unheard of.

"Hmph! Resistance beyond self-control."

But Yongye did not take the beliefs of Master Xixing Temple and others into consideration.

To him, this magnificent and dazzling Buddha's light was just a shaky candlelight in the endless darkness.

Too weak, too insignificant, just like those lonely warriors who ventured into the night to hunt for their clansmen.

Perhaps Yong Ye would not have noticed these brave fighters, and perhaps the cold wind he whipped up while playing would freeze and kill these ants.

"Human race, why do you want to resist? You can clearly and honestly recognize the status of livestock, and you can survive by crawling on the ground obediently."

Xixing Yao couldn't answer this question, because it was also very confused about it.

Until now, it still can't figure out why the masters of Xixing Temple died, and it doesn't know why those masters chose to pass away one after another.

Chapter 488 Willing to Die for the Prosperity of the Human Race

Say yes, to save the world.

But the world doesn't know who saved them when and where.

Is such a rescue really meaningful?

The Westward Demon is a monster belonging to a clan of monsters. It does not have a clan that needs to risk its life to protect it, so it is naturally difficult to understand its emotions.

"Of course, it's worth it!"

Facing the sweeping darkness and howling cold wind, the Buddha's light faintly depicts the phantoms of a group of monks wearing cassocks and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The leading master has a peaceful face and a solemn appearance. He is the late Master of Saigyou Temple.

"All living beings are born from the bottom of the world, so how come who is superior from the very beginning? Even gods cannot be eternally powerful!"

The master of Xixing Temple looked straight at Yong Ye without fear, even the mysterious and vast night could not crush his backbone as a human race.

"The status of the human race today is not due to the meekness of you and other monsters, but the bloody struggle of the ancestors of the past generations."

The human race is born weak, but the huge base is enough to give birth to countless heroes and talents, who will continue to improve and develop, until those who were once high above are reduced to mud and dust.

"well said!"

Fujiwara Meihong has the strongest resilience. At this time, her physical condition has returned to its peak, and her passionate fighting spirit has not cooled down even after 300 years.

"The era when the human race was at the mercy of others is long gone, and only an old-fashioned old man like you would look down on the human race."

If it is said that Fujiwara Meihong's response to Master Saigyouji came from faith, then Kamishirasawa Huiyin is familiar with history.

From the very beginning, Shangbaize Huiyin didn't think that Yong Ye's dream of spring and autumn would be successful.

It can only be said that the small land of Dongying finally lacked the power to subdue monsters with reasoning in the ancient years, which made Yongye lack of beatings.

If it were the land of China, nine suns could be shot down in ten days, and Dayi might be able to lift Yong Ye's skull with one hand.

For humans, the difficulty of Shenzhou is hell mode.

But conversely, as far as gods are concerned, the difficulty of Shenzhou is also hell mode.

Grinding teeth, sucking blood, and murderous demons and ghosts are everywhere, but fierce men who slay gods and demons, and hold mountains and seas are also gathered together.

The guy who is not even listed in "Shan Hai Jing" and "Bai Ze Jing Wei Tu" is too small to underestimate the depth of the water in this world.

However, if it only takes Dongpu as the scope, the strength of Yongye in its heyday is enough to make it fall into the night forever...

Could it be that this guy's goal is only the Dongying Islands?

I just want to put the Dongying Islands under the night, so as to avoid my own continuous decline.

Shangbaize Huiyin felt that she seemed to be aware of Yong Ye's hidden thoughts, and she didn't think this kind of scheming monster would be a fool.

Perhaps, the other party did have such ambitions in the past, but this does not prevent him from becoming narrow-minded now.

With the continuous development and progress of the human race, the fear of the dark night will only continue to weaken, and there may even be "no night" in the future.

Unlike the two inhuman beings Fujiwara Meiko and Kamishirasawa Keine, Saigyouji Yuyuko's body has always been very weak.

After all, she is the boudoir eldest lady who has stayed at home for more than ten years.

Even after Yong Ye's power was removed, her body was weak and weak, and she was completely recovering from a serious illness.

It wasn't until the monks showed up that a soft wish power was slowly poured into Youyouzi's frail body like drizzle, and she didn't get better.

The girl raised her head, her eyes were attracted by the monks standing in front of them.

She noticed the master of Xixing Temple who was the leader, but she didn't know him.

The back of the mage of Xixing Temple is not tall, but it gives Youyouzi of Xixing Temple an inexplicable sense of security, as if the other party can block any harm for her.

It was a familiar and reassuring atmosphere, which reminded the girl of the place she was most familiar with.

Youyouzi of Xixing Temple vaguely remembered that this aura appeared from time to time when she was crying in the corner of the courtyard when she was a child.

When she grew up, she thought it was the Westward Demon, but now it seems that it was this strange monk.

"Who is he?"

Yuyuko Saigyouji crawled instinctively, trying to get closer to the back, so that she could see the other person's face.

However, the current situation is not the moment when girls can act freely, and the conflict between the human race and the big monster is destined not to end peacefully.

Facing everyone's refutation, Yong Ye still maintained his arrogance, and his strong strength gave him the confidence to ignore the voices of ants.

"So what? If a weak human race can achieve such achievements, wouldn't the integrated demon race be able to build greater glory?"

Yong Ye's patience was at the limit, his face was a bit dispirited, and he waved his hands to manipulate the darkness like a tsunami to destroy the Buddha's light and everyone.

"Today's human race is like the pigs and dogs on the farm. They just think they are the master of the house while their master is sleeping soundly. But when the real master wakes up, can the pigs and dogs really take charge? Ridiculous!!"

The mage of Xixing Temple turned his head slightly, and glanced at Youyouzi of Xixing Temple behind him. There were joy, satisfaction, guilt, and reluctance in his eyes. He turned his gaze to Xixing Yao again, with regret and please in his eyes.

Afterwards, the master of Xixing Temple restrained his emotions, as if he had returned to the night surrounded by moonlight and cherry blossoms.

"Tonight, even if we are not the opponent of your evil spirit, we are not afraid of losing our souls. We must warn the world and severely injure the evil spirit."

The Sanskrit sound is a masterpiece, and the sound of chanting becomes more and more urgent. The gilded Buddha's light flows into the night like a waterfall, as if there is a big sun shining in all directions.

"Please all brothers and sisters, please follow the poor monk to surrender the evil spirit."

The master of Xixing Temple took a step forward with a firm expression, and the only remaining Buddha's light and power of vows boiled like sodium lumps into water.

"Amitabha, I sincerely follow the Master's decree."

A group of monks followed closely behind and took a step forward, indiscriminately igniting their remaining strength and soul, evaporating the last light and heat.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Only when all sentient beings are saved can Bodhi be realized. If hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha."

The Westbound Demon stared blankly at the monks who chanted Buddhist scriptures, watched them burn their souls calmly, and embrace the night without hesitation.

This is the second time, this is the second time they have chosen to embrace death for the more important existence in their hearts.

Even, what they did this time was even more decisive - their souls were scattered, they would not enter reincarnation, and they would never be reborn forever.

People are afraid of death, but there is something in the world that can give people the courage and determination to face death directly, even to despise it.

Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want.You can't have both, and those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness are also.

These are the words that the old man of the mountain once used to pay tribute to the Master of Xixing Temple.

Xixing Yao didn't understand what righteousness is before, and it doesn't fully understand it now, but it has some insights.

Faced with the monks approaching at every step, Yong Ye did feel the pressure, but in his opinion, it was nothing more than self-destruction.

"Heh, although it's a foolish act beyond self-control, it's still on the table as a celebration of my return."

Yong Ye raised his hands, and the surrounding night turned into countless tangible monsters. He decided to give the monks the punishment of thousands of night beasts eating their bodies and dismembering their corpses.

"Cultivators of the human race, feel honored! This will be the most glorious moment in your mediocre life!"

Chapter 489 Yakumo Zi: My God!!