The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

In the blink of an eye, another two hundred years passed.

The black "negative force of the word fairy" spread faster and faster, like a whale swallowing the sea.

The Immortal World has been half submerged.

During these years, the immortals of all races are still trying to deduce new bodies and souls to see if they can come up with something just right.

In addition, there is Mahakala’s bamboo forest temple.

Although it still stands in the starry sky, it is blocked by a mysterious force and no one can enter.

It is worth mentioning that during these two hundred years.

The phenomenon of the collapse of the immortal world occurs from time to time, and even becomes more and more serious.

This made all races feel that they did not perish from the 'negative power of Zixian', but were going to die along with the collapse of the world.

"Master Zhongjia, where are you going again?"

In the starry sky, Du Jia asked, and his star coin kept jumping up and down from his fingers.

At this time, only he and Li Chuyi were here.

"What about you?"

"I'm addicted to gambling, so I go to the myriad races to gamble. You know I like this, not just because I'm cultivating my gambling destiny."

Li Chu nodded. "In that case, I wish you good luck in gambling. I'll go to see the Mahakala Buddha."

"That's a must, I've never lost."

It was also at this time that the heavens suddenly shook violently, stars began to fall, some starry skies began to collapse, and even some large worlds showed signs of disintegration.

Thousands of laws manifested, emitting dazzling flames under the collision, and the rules of all things began to break...

When Li Chu saw this scene, his heart suddenly tightened.

He knew that the ten first generations of the perfect human race had been born.

Thinking of this, he turned around and left.

"Master Zhongjia, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The signs of the collapse of the Immortal World have been there for more than a day or two, it's just that the situation is bigger this time."

Du Jia shook his head and left in the opposite direction.

……

Li Chu arrived at Mahakala’s Bamboo Grove Dojo in a moment.

At this moment, what lay before him was a horrifying scene.

I saw it in front of the small bamboo building.

Ten half-grown kids, about five or six years old, were running around naked with grim smiles on their faces.

In front of them was a fallen body of a hundred feet tall, with three heads and six arms, but it was shriveled all over and a dark blue color.

At this moment, these dolls were holding various blades in their hands, cutting, chiseling, or chopping at the flesh...

Li Chuyi clearly saw two dolls condense into a big saw from the void. Each of them grabbed one end and started sawing at a head.

For a moment, the only sound was the saw blade cutting through flesh and slicing bone.

On the other side, there were a few kids, grinning, carrying pieces of cut meat and roasting them over the fire...

The fire was made directly from the bamboos in the bamboo forest.

This bamboo seems to be a different species. When it burns, the flames shoot up into the sky and last for a long time.

The surroundings were filled with the smell of burning and meat, which made Li Chuyi feel horrified.

He remembered that in the post-Xianming era, the corpses of Mahakala were charred black.

"you……"

When Li Chu saw this scene, a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart, as if breaking through some kind of restriction.

"You were conceived from Mahakala's body, and now you are actually cutting it into pieces and roasting it on fire."

"I never thought that you and other first-generation species would be so inferior."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long knife appeared.

As the knife flashed, the three perfect first-generation human beings closest to him were beheaded in an instant, with blood rising into the sky.

At this moment, Li Chuyi suddenly sat down on the ground, his eyes a little dazed, and just watched.

The other seven first generation species, seeing their three companions dead, laughed even louder and jumped over to pick up the heads and bodies.

Then they were strung together with bamboo and roasted over the fire.

This scene before my eyes.

The doll with a weird smile, the flames rising to the sky, the dismembered Buddha, the body parts roasting on the fire, and the young man sitting there, staring blankly...

It is as ridiculous as it can be and so bizarre that it cannot be described in words.

On an ancient planet with life.

Blue sky and white clouds, the years are quiet and peaceful.

Cuojia was lying on a piece of soft grass, basking in the warm sun and listening to the breeze in his ears.

She squinted her eyes and smiled.

He whispered softly: "Second mistake."

……

Mahakala’s temple.

Li Chuyi just sat there slumped on the ground, watching.

The remaining seven first generation species were still dividing the corpse and roasting the meat, enjoying it very much.

The body of Mahakala was burnt black. They chewed it but found it too hard to chew, so they started eating the other three dead companions.

For a moment, everyone started to eat with relish.

A first-generation child took a half-burnt hand and walked towards Li Chuyi tentatively.

"Eat...you eat too..., hehe."

Li Chuyi took it woodenly, then looked down.

Somewhat confused, he asked, "What am I doing? What do I want to do?"

It was also at this moment that a wisp of residual soul slowly condensed in front of him, and it was the three-headed, six-armed Mahakala.

He looked back at this absurd scene, seemingly thinking it was no big deal, with not much emotion showing in his eyes.

"Donor Zhongjia?" he called softly.

"Lord Black Buddha!" ​​Li Chuyi's eyes focused, as if he had come back to his senses.

Then, he lowered his head.

"Feel sorry."

"Master Black Buddha, I just wanted to borrow your body, I didn't expect it to be like this."

"And if I hadn't suppressed you with my 'true characteristics', those first-generation species would have been unable to do anything to you."

"Besides, I didn't stop it just now."

Hearing this, Mahakala smiled.

"Donor Zhongjia, don't worry about it."

"I know you're ready for this."

"Let the murderer of the Thirteen-Character Immortal hover around us. You want an answer, and I want an answer too."

"Don't worry, the formless true spirit will never fall into reincarnation."

"Even if the body and soul are gone, it does not mean the end."

"Everything has a chance to turn around."

After Mahakala finished speaking, he performed a Buddhist salute.

This remnant soul began to dissipate.

Li Chu was a little puzzled when he saw this scene. Since Mahakala was formless, even if he only had a wisp of soul, he could easily recover to his original state.

But why did he choose to die on his own initiative?

In the field, the fire was crackling.

Those first generation dolls were holding the broken limbs and gnawing on them enthusiastically, even making sounds like they were gnawing at bones and sucking marrow.

Li Chuyi slowly stood up and looked towards the ancient star of life where they were temporarily staying.

He murmured, "One wrong, two wrongs?"

The next moment, he looked back again, and was relieved to see only a few first-generation dolls smiling cruelly.

He slowly lowered his head, and after a long time he raised it again.

With a smile on his face, he touched the head of a first-generation doll.

"Eat quickly so you can go out after you finish eating."