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

In the sky, Li Chuyi looked unclear, and a soul-eating insect rushed towards him, circled around him, and then disappeared.

"It turns out it's really the Moonlight Master!", he murmured in a calm tone.

"It's just that if you want to plant thoughts in me, unless you are the person who transformed from the tomb of your senior, that's fine."

Inadvertently, he laughed at himself again. When he first embarked on the path of spiritual practice, the days of digging graves in remote mountains where few people visited were always so nostalgic.

But now, he has long forgotten this thought, and opening the grave does not have the same surprise feeling as before.

Perhaps there is a saying that is right, the beauty of some things will always exist in memories.

But he was still happy about the dull time of this month. After all, he hadn't been so leisurely in a long time.

"Hey!" Thinking of this, Li Chuyi sighed again.

He murmured and laughed at himself: "At least I, Mr. Li, have the reputation of being the adopted son of Heaven, but why am I living like this now?"

"I used to be a young man who longed to be free and carefree, and experienced the fireworks of the world. Now I have been trapped in a prison and I can't break free at all."

As he spoke, Li Chuyi disappeared, and his last words were still floating in the air.

"That's all, it seems that Father Tiandao is not having a good life either. It's difficult..."

In a canyon, three lucky Qitian boats are still docked here. They have not moved their positions for more than a month.

At this time, Wu Weizi's figure suddenly appeared on the bow of the ship. He was holding a black jade pipe in his hand and looked very happy.

"There is news on the first day of the new year. His injuries have recovered, but he seems to be a little far away from us now!"

"What, shopkeeper Li is still alive!" The good guy jumped out, looking extremely excited.

In fact, he has been in a good mood these days. After all, he had sneaked into the hunter's house and made a large loan to more than 500 monks.

I can only say that the rule 'I am a good person' is a bit illegal. Within the scope of this rule, all things and creatures will think that you are a good person, and then they will unconditionally trust and get close to you.

At this time, many shopkeepers also appeared on the deck.

Leng Yue smiled sweetly and said, "Are you far away from us?"

"It's quite far. Even if we can keep running into the void, it will probably take more than half a month." Wuweizi thought about it for a moment and then responded.

"Hiss!", the good man took a breath, "Who is that old beggar? He seemed to be just passing by at that time, so he broke up the space and teleported us to different places."

"I remember he asked shopkeeper Li to call him dad. They can't really be father and son!"

Yulong shook his head: "I don't know, but the origin of that old man is absolutely shocking, maybe beyond all of our imaginations."

Everyone nodded and recalled the situation that day. Where the old beggar passed by, everything was upside down and chaotic. It was simply mysterious, and they had never heard of such a method.

"Everyone, in one month, the ten elders who stayed behind in the Magic Pavilion of the Twelve Lands came to help, but now they are all dead, and their bodies were taken away by the butcher. What is the explanation for this matter?" Wuweizizi His expression became solemn again.

"There's nothing we can do about it. 80% of the gamblers are going to take action directly. How can we resist this? Even if they are half a step into the Mahayana stage, they can't do it!" a shopkeeper said.

"Hey, all in all, we still have to get the body back. After all, they came to help and suffered such a disaster!"

Next to a lake whose surface is as smooth as a mirror, but is the color of blood.

The young butcher and nearly a hundred perfect humans are here. Regardless of whether they are male or female, they all have flawless looks and temperaments like those of immortals.

The two brothers Shen Qing and Shen Zhuo were also among them.

About a dozen of these perfect human beings are in the eighth realm, and the others are in the seventh realm, which is the combined realm of monks.

They have all gathered from all directions in the past few days, and their purpose is naturally to kill Zimingzhong.

At this time, the young butcher was standing by the lake, with his black hair disheveled and his upper body naked. Every line on his body was like a sculpture of heaven and earth, exuding an unparalleled sense of power.

Next to him was his human flesh table, which was empty except for the killing knife that looked like a butcher's knife stuck diagonally on the table.

On the side of the open space, the corpses of ten old men were piled up. Even if they were dead, they still carried a vast majesty. Mortals who were afraid of dying if they came close would still be frightened to death. After all, the gap between the life levels of the two sides was too big.

At this moment, the young butcher pulled out his murder knife, then randomly picked up the corpse of an old man and placed it on the butcher table.

He looked quiet, as if he was doing something ordinary.

I saw him taking off the clothes on the corpse, then beheading, bleeding, disemboweling, disemboweling, skinning... His movements were so skillful that it seemed as if he had done it thousands of times.

Soon, the corpse was dismembered by him like a pig. The liver and human head were hung on iron hooks, and the removed meat was neatly stacked aside.

Then he placed another corpse on the butcher table and repeated the previous steps.

His hands kept moving, but he said with a smile: "This is a half-step Mahayana pseudo-human body. Although their faces are old, they have been nourished by spiritual energy for thousands of years, and they have understood the Taoism later."

"All in all, these pseudo-human flesh are of the rarest quality."

"It's a pity that Li Chuyi escaped, but it's good. It gives me more pleasure in hunting."

A perfect human woman had a smile as bright as a flower. She looked at the other party lovingly and said warmly: "Brother Butcher, do you still want to cook for us yourself today?"

But the young butcher shook his head, "How is that possible? We butchers only do two things in our lives, killing fake people and selling human flesh."

"If you want to eat, of course you have to buy something. This is our rule and the way of practice in our lineage."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Many races in the universe are curious as to why we, the perfect human race, and that pseudo-man look exactly the same, so why do we feed on them?"

"Actually, I once had this question. Later, an elder told me something."

"Perfection means not having no cracks, but being full of cracks but not falling apart."

"He said that was the reason, and I asked him how he understood it. He just smiled and told me that he didn't know. It was just a saying that was passed down."

On the other side, thousands of miles away, more than two hundred scavenger monks were walking on the ground. Their dusty appearance made them look like ascetics.

When they passed a volcanic crater, they suddenly stopped.

This is an extinct volcano that has been dormant for decades. The cave entrance is full of vegetation, like an underground forest.

And here, there is also a small mortal city with a population of less than 100,000. It is extremely hidden. It is probably the people who survived the catastrophe and then multiplied to this day.

"Amitabha, it's time for us to practice!", the leading scavenger monk chanted the Buddha's name with a very pious expression.

"Although they are mortal and fake people, they are equally filthy. Leave a little bit of their true spirit in their heads, and then send them to reincarnation!"

All the carrion-eating monks performed Buddhist rituals at the same time: "My Buddha is compassionate, so good, so good!"

Soon, more than two hundred scavenger monks descended from the crater, and then a dozen hundred-foot demon statues rose up. They were not real images, but just phantoms.

Perhaps they cannot be called golems, but Buddha statues are more appropriate. They have no definite character and are distorting and changing at any time.

And these are surprisingly one of the three original Buddhas, the Dharma of Mahakala.

More than 100,000 mortals had no chance of struggling. Under the strange spells of the scavenger monks, their heads were intact, but their bodies were rapidly decaying.

What awaits them is to see themselves rotting with their own eyes, and then have their carrion eaten by these evil monks.

"Amitabha, all donors, we are doing this for your own good!"

The leading scavenger monk chanted softly, then took out a bone knife and walked up to a woman. Her head was well preserved, her eyes were still wide open, and she looked horrified.

But she couldn't speak because the vocal parts of her chest were rotten.

“Donor, let’s start with you!”

"You should be happy, this is a transcendence!"