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

"Boom——"

Above the boundless sea, lightning began to flash.

Then the rain poured down mercilessly, like connecting the sky and the earth.

On the bow of the boat, Li Chuyi was chatting his teeth and his body seemed erratic in the layers of rain.

He struggled with all his strength, but a strange aura seemed to be wrapped around his body, and he couldn't move even if he tried his best.

Not far away, Monk Hai was hanging above the sea, with one hand in front of him in a Buddhist posture. The other hand held a rusty ring knife, and his fingers kept tapping it with a special rhythm.

There was a cruel smile on his lips, his torn monk robes fluttering in the violent storm, and the bloody light in his eyes was even more shocking in the dim rain.

At this moment, the golden light all over the body of Immortal Qi Luck was extremely dim, and even seemed to be about to dissipate.

The shopkeepers, including Xiao Dai, were also unable to move, unable to speak, and even their souls were frozen, and their faces still maintained the frightened expression from before.

After they fell into the ancient temple behind Monk Hai, they saw the young monks in red grinning widely and rushing out of the main hall and side halls with extremely exaggerated and twisted steps like ghosts from the underworld.

Holding long knives, hacksaws, chisels, axes, etc. in their hands, they were braving the cold light.

There were also some young monks in red who worked together to carry the big iron pot out, while others carried the dry human bones. They were tied into bundles like firewood and stacked neatly on the side.

Then, the sounds of sharpening knives and axes came one after another, accompanied by the shrill laughter of the little monks in red from time to time, which sounded like devils talking in the heavy rain, making people tremble with fear.

Time passed slowly, the rain fell harder, huge waves arose on the sea, and the whole world seemed to be shattered.

At the same time, a smell of blood began to spread in the sea. The smell of blood was so strong that it even caused the sea beasts and sea monsters lurking in the deep sea to roar.

Amid the rain, the ancient temple behind Monk Hai was still majestic and majestic, like a Buddhist holy land. However, the open space in front of the main hall where the Buddha statues were enshrined was like a purgatory scene.

Those shopkeepers were like puppets, being manipulated at will by the little monks in red, then beheaded, bled, skinned and bones...

From beginning to end, there were only the sounds of hacksaws pulling on the flesh, axes chopping on the neck, and chisels hitting the skull...

The sharp blades in the hands of these young monks seemed to have supernatural powers, and even their physical bodies collapsed at a touch.

Wu Weinzi was beheaded, and a pillar of blood rose into the sky. The head was thrown into a boiling cauldron, and human bones were used as fuel under the cauldron, while faint blue flames were burning brightly.

Good guy, Wenshan, all the shopkeepers, including Xiao Dai, had their flesh and blood removed, and then threw the flesh and blood into the pot to be cooked.

Lengyue's black-headed hood was also torn off, and the insubstantial ghost body was cut apart as easily as ice and snow meeting flames under the swords of those young monks, and was also placed in the pot.

At this moment, Li Chuyi looked at this scene, his eyes were already red. This was another time he tried to feel powerless, the kind of being dominated at will, but unable to resist at all!

The magic power in his body surged like a sea, and he wanted to break directly into the realm of god transformation, but the Yuanying was as stable as a mountain, without any sign of transformation.

Slowly, in the open space of the ancient temple, there were only white bones with no traces of flesh and blood left, and large pots in which flesh and blood were cooked into a paste, which was bubbling and bubbling.

The little monks in red changed their crazy and distorted appearance, and instead sat down in a dignified posture.

They took off their red monk robes, and the bodies hidden under them were also in a state of decay, with maggots crawling around.

But he clasped his hands together and kept chanting, "The road does not exist, the way forward is difficult to find, flesh and blood is a prison, it is difficult to be free..."

At the same time, the flesh and blood in the pots began to disappear strangely, but the ancient temple became more dignified and majestic. The rotting flesh of these young monks also began to fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Amitabha! Donor, they are not dead. On the contrary, this is a supreme opportunity, an opportunity that can truly transcend the world and last forever!"

Monk Hai suddenly made a Buddhist salute to Li Chuyi, and his voice was still so low and hoarse. He continued: "Otherwise, what awaits them will only be buried with this world!"

At this time, Li Chuyi felt a looseness in his mouth. He raised his head, with anger flickering in his eyes, "Haha, so they still want to thank you?"

"Donor, it seems that you still don't understand, so just take care of yourself!" Monk Hai shook his head, and then disappeared into the boundless sea together with the ancient temple behind him.

It was also at this moment that the Qi Luck Immortal's suppression seemed to disappear, and the golden light became blazing again, dazzling in the rain.

Li Chuyi stood on the bow of the boat, and the rainwater crawled and swam on his face like a snake. A feeling of fragmentation and loneliness kept growing in his heart like a towering tree.

He opened his mouth slightly, raised his head and looked up, as if he was a little at a loss. He just murmured: "Come out, people who cultivate immortal life! We have met Monk Hai all the way to beg for help, and now that we are like this, we are completely like you." Got it!"

And the next moment, a blurry shadow appeared, also standing on the bow of the ship, only a few feet away from Li Chuyi.

"Play...fate...people!" Li Chuyi struggled to spit out these three words. The moment he saw this figure, the disappeared memory instantly resurfaced.

In that illusory world, dozens of uninterrupted three-hundred-year reincarnations brought them a triple blow.

Everything has been doomed long ago; the great road has long ceased to exist; heaven and earth will destroy all spirits and fill up my body!

"Li Chuyi, your fate is a bit strange. No matter how I fiddle with it, it will automatically return to its original position!"

The actor's voice was still so ethereal, "If it wasn't like this, you should have been trapped in the Hai Monk Buddha Temple like everyone else."

"The name of the immortal you cultivated is 'Xi'?" Li Chuyi stared at this figure, unable to help but see the anger in his eyes. This was the man who kept toying with them and applauding them.

"That's right, that's why I call myself a fortune teller!", the fortune teller said in a very relaxed tone.

"Do you know that fate is above everything else? Everything in the world has its own destiny!"

"And this immortal destiny can control and change destiny, so it is called 'play'. Destiny is supreme, but this immortal destiny can be manipulated at will. If this is not 'play', what is it?"

The fortune teller sighed, "Although this immortal destiny sounds less terrifying and weird than other immortal destiny, in fact, it may be the most unsolvable one."

"For example, if you give a person peerless skills, unparalleled luck, and even protect him along the way, this person may eventually become an immortal."

"But what if I do it? I only need to make a slight change in the outcome of his fate. I don't need to do anything else. This person will still become an immortal!"

The dramatist looked at Li Chuyi and continued: "So do you understand? I just slightly changed the fate of your group. No matter what methods you take and what strategies you study, you will always meet Monk Hai, no matter what Nothing can be done to change it.”

"Only you are different. Your destiny will return to its original path, but it's not surprising. After all, there are always some people in the world who are special."

"But no matter how special it is, everything in the world, even every big world, and one universe has its own destiny."

"In front of a real operatic fairy, all of this and the trajectory of fate are just running according to his will!"