It seems to be some ancient temple, and its rock-made walls bear the glory of the past and the glory of the present.

It doesn't look extravagant, but it has another awe-inspiring demeanor.

Bald heads of all sizes sit cross-legged in the temple, chanting verses and praying in praise of the gods.

The hustle and bustle of the world ceases here, the entanglement of mortal things is cut off here, and time becomes slow and gentle......

Although the physical barrenness of the monks plagued the physical body, the spiritual baptism made people feel extraordinarily satisfying and intoxicating.

The monks practiced in this sacred place, which originated from the belief of the gods, and they aspired to reach the otherworldly realm of the gods.

"Toil and hardship are all tests; Poverty, injuries and illnesses are all tempered ......"

"God is watching us, and He has given us to scourge and sing......"

"Be patient, prostrate yourself, for God is watching us......"

"There are lambs under the gods, and only the shepherd dog can hear the voice of the gods......"

"God's will guides us, and all we have to do is obey Him, ...... unreservedly"

And at this moment, a six-armed bald head located among the monks suddenly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of gold in his pupils, which made him look a little different from the white-eyed monks around him.

However, the white-eyed monks all had their eyes closed, except for the monk who stood on the top of the steps in the same white robe:

He is the only one of all the monks who has his eyes open, because he conveys the will of the gods and also carries the diet of all the monks.

Because the monks who were closed-eyed could not move freely and conveniently, he had to deliver food to each monk.

or gluttonous meals, or gruel leftovers, all served by him.

And what he served was also given the name of a god.

"Why do you open your eyes, monk?"

At this moment, the white-robed monk looked directly at Yi Qiu and said solemnly.

Suddenly, the entire temple fell silent.

The closed-eyed monks all looked at Yi Qiu, not knowing how they could tell the difference, perhaps because the closed-eyed monks had some kind of sense among themselves.

Yi Qiu didn't answer, he stood up.

Already oversized, he looked unusually conspicuous among the many monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, which made him even more out of place.

Some unimaginable power suppressed Yi Qiu's will, but even if it suppressed the vast lake of the soul to the bottom of the lake.

But the lake remains, and the moment it transforms from a chaotic form of mortal things into a vast lake, a permanent change takes place:

It is a change of essence, and it is the most decisive choice of the heart.

"What do you want, monk, your recklessness has collided with the tranquility that the gods have bestowed upon you!"

"What you are peeking at is the suffering of the gods and others!"

"What you despise is the glorious precepts that the gods have honed on you!"

"What you have destroyed is the sacred path that the gods have given you!" 、

"What you have committed is an unpardonable sin!"

"It's a betrayal of what you've practiced, an insult to your sacrifice, and a rejection of what you've chosen!"

The white-robed monk looked at Yi Qiu with cold eyes, and with his words, there seemed to be some invisible chains wrapped around Yi Qiu's body.

The chains prevented him from laughing freely, singing freely, drinking heartily, or venting his anger......

Because we need to obey the precepts of the gods in our actions, because we need to live by the grace of the gods, because we ......

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and the invisible chains turned into tangible substances in his spiritual world.

But it may be able to lock the unrestrained chaos, the flowing water that has nothing to rely on, and the nothingness that is at a loss......

But what it can't lock is the icy order that has already formed a solid lake......

"I forgot a lot of things......"

Yi Qiu looked at the white-robed monk and spoke.

"I can't remember my name, I can't see the truth of this temple, and I can't cut the tight chains......"

"Honor or dignity, light or good, evil or depravity, I have completely forgotten ......"

"But ......"

Yi Qiu raised his fist, and there was some kind of invisible light shining on the six huge fists:

"What I can't tolerate, I still can't tolerate!"

The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot!

The huge shockwave swept all the monks around them with closed eyes aside, and they slammed into the walls of the temple, dyeing the bleak splendor a hint of bright red!

As if teleporting, Yi Qiu appeared beside the white-robed monk.

He did not attack at the first time, but grabbed him and pressed it against his face, looked into his pale eyes and said:

"I only follow, my order!!"

"Tear up!"

In the next moment, blood and filth polluted this great hall, which was regarded as a pure land by many monks!

Some kind of stirring power was surging in Yi Qiu's chest, and the temple, the monk, in his opinion, was nothing more than a pile of decayed wreckage!

And at this time, the idol that had been placed high on the top was also resurrected!

It looked at Yi Qiu with its clay body that had been attached with a miserable white color, and a heavy and solemn voice sounded:

"Why violence, isn't that what you're after?"

Yi Qiu raised his head, and only then did he see that the idol had a face exactly like his, and even the details of the body fit him perfectly.

It is obviously a clay body, but it seems to interpret the whole life of a certain creature in a certain moment.

"What am I after?"

Yi Qiu looked at him, and the golden light in his eyes began to become more intense from a certain moment.

The golden light was a restless swimming fish, churning freely in this ancient and solemn temple......

"I can't remember, you know this clay thing?"

Without further words, Yi Qiu raised six huge fists and stepped forward to hammer on the clay statue!

"Bang dang!!"

What was astonishing was that the clay statue made a sound as if it was hitting some hard substance under Yi Qiu's hammer blow.

But Yi Qiu didn't stop attacking, and in the next moment, his six arms turned into endless phantoms and hammered fiercely on the idol!

"Bang dang!"

"Bang dang!!"

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"Bang ......"

"When !!"

At last, the moment the closed-eyed monks rushed over with a face full of frenzy and anger, time seemed to stand still.

In the next moment, the originally solid, immortal statue collapsed like this!

And the golden light in Yi Qiu's eyes suddenly flourished, and the divine power that had been suppressed on his consciousness was directly and brutally expelled!

Yi Qiu looked at the broken remains of the gods everywhere and the many monks who had turned into dust along with the shattering of the gods, he touched his bald head, his eyes still with a calm coldness:

"God? Even if I embark on this path, I will not accept even one person's singing......"

"Without a trace of fetters, we can achieve a free ...... without a wisp of dust" ()

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