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

The four seasons are still flowing, and year after year passes, and it will not stop for anyone.

Source earth.

This place is vast and boundless, and I don’t know how many creations have nurtured it. It can be said that this is the real world of destiny.

The perfect human race is the dominant family here. It has fought against the intrusions of the heavens for half a million years. It is so powerful that countless races regard it as gods.

In an independent space.

The young man from Hunter Mansion came here, holding a seven-story pagoda in his hand.

From time to time, there were sounds of anger, pain, or wailing.

He came to a room hung with all kinds of sharp knives, for carving meat, skinning, breaking bones... they were all available.

And the rich smell of blood that was everywhere still made him frown.

This seems to be a slaughterhouse.

"Little trafficker, are you here?"

Tu Mu appeared, still shirtless, with an almost perfect face, and a sculptured body filled with explosive power.

"Two combined, twenty refining the void, two hundred transforming gods, a thousand Nascent Souls..."

"According to what you said, they are all wild pseudo-human beings who are more delicious than those raised by themselves."

"And I caught them all in the Twelve Lands before. You can check them out."

After the young man finished speaking, he placed the Qicheng Pagoda on the table in front of him with an expressionless face and no more words.

Seeing him like this, Tu Mu just smiled.

"Little trafficker, how many times have you been here, why do you still look like this?"

At this time, a string of monks were driven out by other perfect human races, totaling nearly ten thousand, in the open space outside.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

"Today, the clan is going to hold a small banquet. I started to feel that 10,000 fake people are not enough, but with what you gave me, it's just right."

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Tu Mu looked out the door, his eyes slightly focused.

"Doesn't Buddhism say that all living beings are equal?"

"Then what's the difference between a perfect human race killing a fake person and a fake person killing pigs and sheep?"

"The puppet can build a city, build a slaughterhouse, and then use wool to make blankets, sheepskin to make clothes, hang a shelf of mutton, pile up sheep bones, and the children outside are playing with the sheep bones."

"In such a scene, what the pseudoman sees is not blood, but prosperity, peace, and food and clothing."

Tu Mu paused and stared directly at the young man with tears in his eyes.

"Now replace the sheep with dummies. What my perfect human race will see is still peace."

"It's the same scene, but the characters and the audience have changed."

At this time, the young man finally raised his head, his eyes were cold.

"Haha, I am also the fake person you call me. Why should I empathize with your perfect human race?"

"If that's the case, then why do you capture your people again and again, then pack them up and sell them to us?" Tu Mu seemed to be interested.

This time, the young man was completely silent.

After a moment, he suddenly asked: "A few years ago. What do you think of the immortal fall in the primitive starry sky?"

"I don't know, I can't guess." Tu Mu slowly shook his head.

"Have you started practicing the killing seed in your hand?"

"you guess."

Tu Mu chuckled, then picked up the seven-story tower and weighed it, "Not bad, it weighs a lot."

After that, he handed over a storage ring.

"By the way, there may be a war in the First Land." Tu Mu said absently.

"You are a perfect human race, haven't you been fighting against all races?" The young man frowned slightly.

"The difference was that it was external, but this time it was internal." Tu Mu spread his hands.

"What do you mean?"

"It's time for the thirteen fate-controlling monuments in the destiny world to be handed over to my perfect human race to guard them. How can those fake people be so virtuous and capable that they can actually live with the immortal destiny for life after life?"

Tu Mu's expression did not change at all, but his tone was extremely disdainful.

"You want to launch a war against those thirteen realms?" The young man was immediately stunned.

"Wrong, not the thirteen places, but the remaining eleven." Tu Mu corrected.

"Also, it's not a war, but a unilateral crushing."

As the days go by, various major events still happen, and the world will not stop running because of missing someone.

The situation in the fate world is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

In addition, there is a news that is widely circulated among all the tribes in the world, saying that there are still two things in the world of destiny, time and reincarnation, that have not been swallowed up by the immortal destiny.

The fundamental reason is that the Avenue of Time has been condensed into a ball of time origin, which has become the biggest opportunity in the world of life, besides immortal life.

In addition, an ancient Buddhist ashram was discovered in the primitive starry sky, and ancient Buddhist characters may have been left in it.

The so-called ancient Buddhist characters are actually a unique Buddhist weapon-refining method that has been lost for a long time.

It is not about refining real immortal and Buddha weapons, but about refining individual Buddhist inscriptions.

For example, Mahakala Buddha gave two Buddhist texts to Li Chuyi, "Infinite"

Infinite divine weapons, do whatever you want.

As long as the Buddhist inscriptions are in place, even a simple ordinary soldier can instantly become a peerless immortal soldier.

In short, the world is becoming more and more lively.