The system gave me immortality, and I survived everyone

in the dark.

Wu Li, who was covered in blood, staggered on his feet, and everyone who accompanied him on the expedition had long since disappeared.

Feeling a familiar movement, the weak Wu Li raised his head.

"Teacher, you really understand what I mean."

"I'm really sorry for going against your idea, but it's not entirely my fault!"

"Back then, you wiped out the entire Thunder Beast clan because of two balls of spit. I was your disciple, and I was so powerful. How could I accept this kind of bird-like attitude?"

"If it were you, I'm afraid you would do it even more cruelly than me."

"We can't stand and talk without back pain, don't you think so?"

Wu Li muttered a few words to himself, then glanced in a certain direction and snorted coldly.

"As mountains and rivers meet, we are not done yet!"

After that, Wu Li's figure disappeared into the darkness.

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South Plains.

A man and an animal who were strolling suddenly stopped.

Looking at the destiny above the sky, the man in Confucian shirt stared for a long time, as if he wanted to see something from the broken destiny.

"Nerd, what happened?"

Seeing that Nalan Xingde didn't speak for a long time, Bai Ze couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Nalan Xingde turned to look at Bai Ze and said, "Bai Ze, do you think the Destined One is the strongest creature?"

"Does that even need to be said?"

"Of course the Destined Ones are the strongest creatures."

Hearing this answer, Nalan Xingde nodded and said: "Theoretically speaking, it is highly likely to be like this."

"So we may have to 'reason' with the Destiny One in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Bai Ze's eyes widened instantly.

"No, what do you mean by that?"

"literal meaning."

After replying lightly, Nalan Xingde walked away slowly, leaving only a confused Bai Ze standing there.

Although he didn't quite understand what happened, Bai Ze could vaguely feel that something bad was going to happen in the future.

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Northern Desert Buddhist Country.

Seeing the destiny that "Jueyuan" took out, many monks were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time.

At the same time, the anger they had held in their hearts for more than 1000 years finally showed a tendency to rear its head.

Emperor Huangtian is dead, Zhongting, Eastern Wasteland have no successors, and Western Continent is in pieces.

What qualifications does the remaining small Nanyuan have to compete with the Buddhist kingdom that has existed for thousands of years?

"brush!"

Withdrawing his destiny, "Jueyuan" looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Masters, are you willing to believe this poor monk now?"

"Amitabha!"

An old monk clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant in an attempt to calm down his inner excitement.

"I dare to ask Master Jue Yuan, what should Buddhism do next?"

"It's very simple. Recruit heroes from all over the world and hold a Buddhist meeting."

"The Desolate Emperor's destiny is broken. Whoever masters the old destiny will be closer to the new destiny."

"He who can pull out a spear can be the master of the Buddhist kingdom."

Faced with this suggestion, a monk wearing cassocks frowned.

"Master Jueyuan, since you hold the destiny, why don't you pull out the spear yourself."

"If we hold such a Buddhist meeting now, wouldn't it cause more troubles?"

Hearing this, Jue Yuan glanced at the man and said, "If you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries."

"Today the Buddhist Kingdom has solved its urgent need, but what will happen next?"

"There used to be Emperor Huang, but who knows if there will be other Emperors in the future."

"Looking at the five continents, only our Northern Desert Buddhism sect can occupy a state with one sect."

"Who can turn a blind eye to such a huge force?"

"If the next destined one cannot come from Buddhism, how can our Buddhist sect gain a foothold in the world and preserve this huge Buddhist kingdom?"

Jue Yuan's words were deafening, and at the same time, they also made many monks present think carefully.

Although the Holy Land in the Atrium is strong, Buddhism is not a soft persimmon.

Back then, the reason why Zifu Holy Land was overwhelming us everywhere was simply because Zifu Holy Land had a Desolate Heaven Emperor.

Now that something happened to Emperor Huang Tian, ​​a new destiny is about to be born.

Buddhism has been recuperating for 4000 years, and it can be said that it has occupied the right time and place.

As long as a little bit of "harmony" is added, Buddhism will become the next common master of the world.

How could Buddhism, which had been frustrated for more than 1000 years, let go of such a good opportunity so easily?

"Amitabha!"

"Master Jue Yuan's words make sense. I wonder when this 'Buddha's Destiny Conference' will be held?"

"It's better to do it sooner rather than later. An incomplete destiny only represents an opportunity, not a success."

"We are like this, and so are other people who hold destiny in their hands."

"In order to increase their chances of carrying their destiny, they will definitely come to the 'Buddhist Destiny Conference'."

"When the time comes, who will receive the destiny will depend on the efforts of all the masters."

After saying that, many Buddhist monks were speechless and just turned around and left silently.

After everyone left, "Jueyuan" touched his bald head with his backhand and said with a smile.

"It's really hard to fool these bald heads, but luckily I'm more skilled."

"It's just a pity for my thick black hair!"

Yes, I saw that this Master "Jueyuan" was none other than Chen Changsheng, who had shaved his head.

After a little teasing, Chen Changsheng lowered his head and looked at the wooden bottle in his hand.

"You brat, I'm just telling you how could you be beaten so badly, even if your destiny is broken down like this, you're not afraid of anything happening."

"I really don't know who you learned this bad temper from. You can't bear any grievance."

As he said that, Chen Changsheng's thoughts went back to the day when he was knocked off the road to heaven.

Chen Changsheng has never forgotten the scene that day.

At the same time, there was a problem that had been bothering Chen Changsheng for a long time.

Why is Wuli so miserable?

I have watched him grow up little by little with my own eyes. No one knows better than me how strong he is.

The witchcraft power that has not yet carried the destiny can forcefully break into the forbidden land of the Holy Ruins. The witchcraft power after carrying the destiny should not be so "vulnerable".

Regarding this issue, Chen Changsheng has been thinking hard for hundreds of years and still has no results.

Until three months ago, Chen Changsheng saw Mount Buzhou, and a rather absurd idea appeared in Chen Changsheng's mind.

In order to verify this idea, Chen Changsheng spent three months looking for some traces left by Wu Li.

After countless clues came together, Chen Changsheng came to an absurd conclusion.

Wu Li's destiny had long been shattered, and he had broken it with his own hands.

He buried many fragments of destiny in this world, and one of them was buried at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The key to finding these fragments is the "special" destiny in Chen Changsheng's hand.

Thinking of this, Chen Changshang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "No wonder you want to throw this destiny to me. It turns out that this is the key to your plan."

"Since you have laid out the plan, I, as a teacher, will control the situation for you."

As he spoke, Chen Changsheng looked into the distance and raised the corners of his mouth.

"If you hide and don't play with me, then don't play anymore."

"I want to see how many big fish I can catch with this trump card in my hand."

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