Money is a good thing, really a good thing.

It can buy all the goods in the market at a clear price, and it can buy items that are never in circulation, and even when it accumulates into a mountain, the person who stands on it can reach the sky.

In the past, Mo Ye had no money, but now he has money.

More than 200,000, nearly 300,000 points is all his net worth after selling the golden hoop to the "Holy Scripture", Mo Ye roughly calculated, this money is enough to strengthen a powerless scholar into a superman in every sense.

He admits that he really wanted to strengthen himself into Superman the moment he held the huge sum of money, but in the end he chose to return to the present world and purchased the answer to a question from the Holy Scriptures.

Who caused the nuclear explosion and who destroyed the earth?

This is a question that he didn't figure out even if he thought about it, after all, it would be no good for anyone to do it, and no one would benefit from it.

Mo Xie thought he would get a long stack of lists, but in reality he only got one name.

Lin Ming.

Lin Ming is still alive.

Mo Xie didn't feel much surprise when he got the news, neither the fact that Lin Ming was still alive nor the feat of Lin Ming destroying the whole world would make him feel such emotions. In fact, he was even more surprised when he saw Lin Ming die in the spatial rift, because he always vaguely felt that Lin Ming would not be finished so easily.

The disappearance of the Great Demon King will never be so smooth sailing, the brave man has not yet exerted his strength, the Demon King has disarmed, where is there such a cheap thing in the world?

Mo Xie first went to the southwest to visit the orphans who were hidden deep in the mountains, and after getting the gift of the Dragon King, his strength did not necessarily grow much, but the problem of the road idiot was much better, and it took less than half a day for him to accurately return to the deep mountains, and after finding a new hiding place for the children, he continued to march north.

Lin Ming is in the north, in the far north.

……

"Destiny has changed. ”

A rosary split from the middle lay in the palm of the dust monk's hand, and he walked through the mountains, as if he were stepping on the wind.

The direction in which he ran had evolved from pointing straight to the southwest to due north.

Destiny is in the north.

Monk Lichen is actually not a person who believes in the Mandate of Heaven, after all, the secret method he possesses, the Technique of Nirvana, is almost a denial of the word 'Mandate of Heaven'.

The denial of the destiny of one's own death, the denial of the destiny of the world without one's own body, and the denial of the destiny of those who do not identify with one's own body.

He had only reached the first level of cultivation, but he was already an existence that was almost impossible to kill—of course, not being able to be killed did not mean that he was invincible, otherwise he would never have been caught and tortured by the cultivators.

And now, he saw his death omen rising in the southwest, and then quickly turning to the north.

He's going to revise that fact.

He was going to deny this destiny.

"I need a helper!"

Monk Lichen said to the rosary in his palm, and then clenched his fists.

The rosary shattered in his hand, turned into dust and fell to the mortal dust, and an inexplicable wind swept by, and the dust drifted away with the wind like a ghost.

Helper?

Living in the mountain temple for a long time, lingering in the red dust, what kind of helper can the dust monk invite?

The dust monk went north, and the dust was caught in the wind to the east.

There is a waning moon hanging in the eastern sky, and a person is drinking tea, looking down on the changes in the world.

"I wonder which of these two people will survive?" In the Moon Palace, behind the lonely lantern man stood the eternal black shadow.

"What do you say?" the lonely lantern Taoist drank tea without raising his head.

"You've helped so much, there's no reason why he should lose. The Shadow said.

The lonely lantern Taoist put down the teacup: "He really has no reason to lose." ”

"But there's no reason why he's going to win. The black shadow snatched the Lone Lantern Daoist's lines with great insecurity, and then he won the Lone Lantern Daoist's back gaze.

"It's good if you know something, what are you doing when you say it?" the lone lantern man glared at the black shadow, "Do you want to show your wisdom? I haven't even told you about the fight between me and that dead bald head last time!"

"Aren't you having a good fight......" The Shadow muttered, and then he was kicked by the Lone Lantern Daoist.

"Hey, hey, hey, you swear to Heaven that you will never use violence in this Moon Palace!Beware of being struck by lightning!" the black shadow screamed in pain and crashed through several layers of the palace.

"Heavenly Dao, how many years has that thing been dead, and I can't help it when it's alive, not to mention that it's dead?" the Lone Lantern Daoist snorted disdainfully, "But you're right, I really shouldn't have done anything here." ”

"Come on, let's go out and practice. In the desperate eyes of the black shadow, the lone lantern man grabbed it and flew out.

"It's really a ...... did evil in a previous life," the black shadow spat bitter water.

"Huh?" the Lone Lantern Daoist glanced at it.

"It's good to practice! I like sparring the most!" Black Shadow had already learned to be obedient, but the Lone Lantern Daoist didn't pretend not to hear what he had just said.

The screams of a black shadow soon resounded in the void.

……

"Hehe, I knew it wasn't going to go as smoothly as I thought. "At the North Pole, the steel ship crashed into the glacier, and the passenger in the ship carried his coffin and fell easily on the snow by inertia, "No, I should have done everything smoothly." ”

Lin Ming regained his original hair color, and his black hair looked so out of place in this white world.

He held the coffin to his side, then pulled a remote control out of his pocket.

"I've measured your bottom line. He threw the remote control into the ice.

"Now it's time for you to see my limits. There was nothing in the far sky, but Lin Ming was looking fixedly in a certain direction.

He was waiting, waiting for someone, waiting for a sword, waiting for an end.