I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

The seventy-seventh palm fell.

Zhuang Zhou had completely lost his human form and turned into a pool of meat paste.

His eyes closed weakly, as if he had given up all struggle.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou's appearance, Chaos couldn't help but sneered.

"Waste, it's waste indeed. No matter how high your comprehension is, without strong willpower, you will never reach the end of the road of cultivation! Are you going to perish like this? Are you going to give up like this? That's fine too. It's better to die now than to die in the torture of doomsday!"

Chaos turned and tried to leave.

However, a faint voice came from behind him.

"No, don't go, I can still do it!"

Zhuang Zhou's lips moved, and his face was deformed by the slaps.

He spoke.

The sound was quieter than the sound of a mosquito.

"Oh, can you still hold on?"

Hun Dun stopped and turned to look at Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou opened the bruised eyelid of his left eye with difficulty. He showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said: "I swore that in this life I will protect my parents and relatives and let the people I love stand. Behind me, I won’t be hurt anymore, so I can’t die yet!”

Just when Zhuang Zhou was about to give up.

In his mind, everything about his past life flashed across his mind like a passing scene.

Young people get married.

Interacted with six empresses.

Died tragically at the hands of all races.

He watched with grief, anger and powerlessness as his relatives and friends passed away one after another.

Why was he reborn?

He wants to change his fate and live again.

How could a mere Hundred and Eight Arhat Palms make him give up?

He is not satisfied.

He refused.

He didn't want his rebirth to end so hastily.

"Oh? Wake up? But what's the point even if you wake up?"

"You can survive seventy-seven palms, but can you survive the eightieth palm, the ninetieth palm, or even the one hundred and eighth palm? If you can't survive it, instead of enduring a few more palms and adding to the distress, it would be better to do it now Fall, once and for all!”

Chaos looked down at Zhuang Zhou and said coldly.

Zhuang Zhou grinned with what he thought was a very confident smile.

"I think I can do it!"

Chaos sneered: "Since you are willing to ask for trouble, then I will help you!"

Chaos struck again, with one palm, two palms and three palms. The palm shadows were numerous and disillusioned in the void.

Each of his palms hit the weakest part of Zhuang Zhou's soul, whether it was his soul or his body.

The pain came rolling in like a tide.

However, Zhuang Zhou still persisted.

Still gritting my teeth and holding on.

Although it was extremely painful, he felt that his parents, Liu Yang, Jiang Yu, Lin Xuerou, Yang Chen and other people who cared about him were accompanying him and encouraging him.

His persistence is no longer just for himself but also for his companions, the people who once cared about him and loved him.

One hundred palms.

One hundred and five palms.

One hundred and seven palms.

……

One hundred and eight palms!

Zhuang Zhou gritted his teeth and withstood one hundred and eight palms.

When the last palm fell.

Within Zhuang Zhou's body, one hundred and eight palm shadows suddenly gathered together and transformed into the image of a Vairocana Tathagata, appearing behind Zhuang Zhou.

The shadow of the Great Sun Tathagata gently touched Zhuang Zhou's head.

The pain in Zhuang Zhou's body and soul disappeared instantly, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

"Buddha has mercy on me, Amitabha!"

The statue of Vairocana Buddha chants the Buddha's name.

Zhuang Zhou's body made a creaking sound.

His body is transforming! Even the soul has undergone a qualitative leap.

Reborn!

The Blood Demon Ancestor finally climbed out of the pit. He hurried over and saw the current scene.

Zhuang Zhou sat cross-legged in mid-air, with his hands clasped together in a solemn form. Bright golden light emitted from his body, and Buddha rings shone brightly on the back of his head.

"What is this? Why is it that Lord Chaos's body has transformed when he is clearly punishing this ignorant human boy?"

Even though their brains no longer worked properly, the ferocious beasts sensed something was wrong.

It seems that the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Palms are not simply punishment and torture.

When the number of Arhat Palms reaches a certain level, can it actually cause a transformation in a person?

"Lord Chaos, this..."

A ferocious beast asked timidly.

Chaos snorted coldly: "Why should someone report to you for what he did? Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Chaos spoke and directly used his power to overwhelm others.

The ferocious beast just glared at Chaos, and all the words that followed were swallowed back into his stomach.

chaos.

In the nightmare world, there is great danger.

He is definitely not the kind of person who would reason with you. Instead, he would shout for fighting and killing if he disagreed with you.

In this chaotic world, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is.

This resulted in...the ferocious beasts clearly sensing that there was something wrong with the situation before them.

But the basis is that I dare not say too much for fear of getting into trouble.

"Lord Chaos has his reasons for doing things! How dare you question Lord Chaos?"

At this time, a ferocious beast said to the ferocious beast that had just asked.

He spoke confidently, even a little aggressively.

Although Zhuang Zhou closed his eyes, he was taking care of his body, using Buddha's light to reshape his body and erase its defects.

But he heard all the conversations between these ferocious beasts.

It turns out there are bootlickers among the ferocious beasts!

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but laugh.

The moment he moved the corner of his mouth, it caused pain all over his body.

"I will protect you and let you rebuild your body. Just focus on what's going on outside!"

The ferocious voice of Chaos resounded in Zhuang Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness.

But at this moment, the ferocious voice of Chaos sounded particularly kind to Zhuang Zhou.

Now, there is no doubt that Chaos is the undercover agent who has infiltrated the Nightmare World.

He saw that his qualifications were acceptable, so he wanted to use this opportunity to help him.

Reshape the body.

The level of physical cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds.

From the fifth level, he stepped into the eighth level.

Zhuang Zhou felt that his physical body was strong. Even without the blessing of any god, he could resist all magical weapons below the Tiangang realm!

The body is like glass, clear inside and outside.

From now on, his body will no longer have any defects.

Two hours later.

Zhuang Zhou's body was completely reshaped.

And Zhuang Zhou's seventh day in the City of Sin Gods was coming to an end.

Zhuang Zhou's body was blurry from the beginning, like bubbles dissipating.

He opened his eyes and took another look at the devastated world, feeling somewhat nostalgic and reluctant to let go.

Seven days.

He has been through too much.

Know too much.

I received more opportunities and all kinds of information than I normally would in half a year.

The power of time and space gradually distorts.

Zhuang Zhou returns.

When he returned to Beidou Store again.

The second round of the preliminary round of the Qianlong Competition is finally over.

"Zhuang Zhousheng!"

The Heavenly Will of Lingtian Realm personally announced the result.

Strong power of luck was directly instilled into Zhuang Zhou's body.

This time, the power of luck was not separated. It was not given to the human race, Beitian commissary, or any other force or anyone. All the power of luck was injected into Zhuang Zhou's body.

A total of thirty levels of luck power.

Just like a dragon, it is extremely enviable.

"Zhuang Zhou finally came out!"

An old ancestor of the Wang family who was at the Tiangang realm finally opened his eyes.

In his eyes, murderous intent floated, as if he wanted to travel through time and space, turn into two long swords, and pierce Zhuang Zhou!

"Without the blessing of the gods, he has been reduced to his original form! I want to kill him, and I don't see who can stop me!"

The ancestor of the Wang family who was at the Tiangang realm said murderously.

He stood up, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Zhuang Zhou has too much potential. He is skilled in all three disciplines, has a pure Yang body, and is proficient in various ancient treasures. He has to be killed!

If he didn't die and grew up, he would definitely become a serious threat to the Wang family.

As long as Zhuang Zhou can be killed.

Even if he is cursed for eternity and severely punished by the human race afterwards, it is worth it!

"Wang Dabiao of the Wang family has moved!"

At the same time, in the Human Alliance, a strong man who was responsible for monitoring the actions of the human race masters from all sides in Lingtian Realm spoke in a low voice.