Flickering tongues of fire spat out of the shattered space, reflecting the white snowflakes into blood-curdling ice crystals, and the whole sky was filled with this flying red, which swirled, danced, and wantonly flaunted the last splendor of life, and washed away everything in front of them with unstoppable momentum and fierce attitude, and the stars, the moonlight, the thunder and lightning, and the palaces of the celestials were all shattered and disintegrated in this red tide.

Only destruction can give birth to such a poignant and splendid scene.

The place where the Buddha and the demon are both abandoned, there is no longer any value of existence, and being born from nothingness and annihilated in the void is the destined end of the world of heavenly books.

The devastated Snake Island broke off with the collapse of space, the island tilted and slowly sank, and the creatures infected by the five turbid evil qi on the island were still fighting unconsciously.

Kill, kill, kill, only kill is the proof of their existence, blood spilled, smeared with the broken world, the sound of killing echoed in the silent heaven and earth, like a shout, like a wild song, like laughter, like an accusation of this empty fate.

The relics of the Buddha's heart, which were originally fought for by everyone, were abandoned along with this world at this time, and no one cared about them anymore. The Buddha's qi in the relics is almost exhausted, and the gray ones are no different from the surrounding stones.

And with the fracture of the island, tilting. The Buddha's heart relics rolled again, and it rolled downhill "drippingly", jumping on the gravel, penetrating through the cracks in the stone, and finally, as if it had its own arrangement in the dark, and landed at its intended end.

Beneath the rubble, buried the body of an equally abandoned vanquished, whose chest cavity was pierced by a sword, leaving only a bloody hole in what should have been the heart, into which the Buddha's heart relics fell - where the heart should have been.

"Knock knock—knock knock—" The Buddha's heart relic shone again, beating regularly, like the rhythm of cardiac resuscitation, and the corpse woke up from its slumber and opened its eyes again.

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If the final destination of man is at death, then by this measure, I am indeed not a human being.

Because death is not the end for me, but the beginning of another cycle.

Three hundred and eighty-one is the number of times I have died, and the number of times he has killed me, perhaps.

I was born in a foggy black tower, and perhaps I existed before that.

I have no name, no identity, no past, and there is only him in the tower except for the white mist that will never disperse, so he calls me "Devil", then I am "Devil".

At that time, I didn't quite understand what the demon meant, and he didn't intend to tell me, he just brandished his sword and wanted to kill me.

But it doesn't matter, I want to kill him too.

So, we killed each other.

It was a long, tedious, monotonous process, with the repetition of the sound of sword strikes echoing through the empty and silent tower, like a homogeneous movement that could only be brought to an end by killing or being killed.

I don't know how many times I repeated, the bloodshed, the trauma could not make me fluctuate, and even the death was indifferent, and I began to wonder what the meaning of this killing was, whether there was an end, and what was the end?

Sometimes I think I should stop the repetitive fight, but sit on the steps with him, I remember the "wine" thing, but I can't remember the taste of it, I only remember that even if the person has nothing to say, after drinking it, he will become more talkative, maybe I should make two jars, share with him, remember the taste of wine, after getting drunk, I have many things to ask him, many things to talk to him.

But then forget it, he should be a guy who pushes himself very hard, in the process of countless repetitions, I have seen him collapse when he is repeatedly defeated by me, he will collapse, he will lose control, he will cry and shout at the master, blaming himself for being useless, this kind of depressed guy, drinking will only be more crazy, not suitable to be a drinking partner.

What's more, I really wanted to kill him even more.

No matter how many times he failed, collapsed, and despaired under my sword, he could always stand in front of me again and swing his sword at me again and again.

I know that he doesn't want to be trapped in the tower, outside the tower, he has people he wants to see, things he wants to do.

But I don't, I have no name, no surname, no identity, no background, no past, no future, I also want to get out of this empty black tower, but I don't know what to do after leaving the tower, who to meet, outside the tower for me, just a wider barrenness.

So I envy him, hate him, and want to kill him.

Until the 380th death, when I was revived, what came into my eyes was finally no longer the black tower shrouded in white fog forever, and finally, I finally had my own name, my own identity, my own past, and everything that belonged to me......

I am the king of the Yakshas, the noble eight tribes, the hope of thousands of beings, and the protector of the Buddha.

This is a world where I exist, this is ...... My home.

But soon, my home was destroyed by him and his accomplices!

They occupy the bodies of the eight tribes, hinder the Buddha's nirvana, steal the Buddha's relics left by the Buddha, they disturb the heavenly realm, causing the collapse of the floating islands in the heavenly realm, the heavenly fire meteor descending into the world, and they instigate the living beings to kill each other, causing the endless sea of blood to flow and drift. They also sacrifice the Buddha's heart relics and summon foreign demons to come into the world.

He ruined everything I had for a short time, and even more ridiculously, after messing up my world, he even called me a demon!

Hahahahahahaha!

Then be a demon!

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, may the living beings in our realm be annihilated, the resentment will not be dispersed, and after thousands of epochs, we will invade your world.

At that time, I will let you see what it means—

The devil is coming!

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With the thought of immortality, the Buddha's heart relics suddenly bloomed to the last of their glory, and a heart-shaped light mask expanded infinitely with the corpse as the center, stretching overwhelmingly with a compassionate aura, encompassing Snake Island and the surrounding seas, preserving a remnant of this collapsed and disintegrating world.

In the heart of the Buddha, the turbidity is everywhere, and the living beings are fighting endlessly, indicating that in the heart of the Buddha, it is not only the remnant fire of an era, but also a hell that will never be liberated.

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Su Miaoyin raised her head and looked in the direction that Shi Chuxin was looking for, but saw that in mid-air, the world of Heavenly Books that should have dissipated with the appearance of the Book of Heaven did not disappear into nothingness, but left a heart-shaped enchantment.

At this time, the weightlessness of the enchantment generally falls from the sky and smashes into the good and evil sides in the battle!

Although the Heavenly Book World was like a bonsai that had shrunk ten million times to them, although the enchantment had only protected a corner of the Annihilated Heavenly Book World. But when I really landed overhead, I found that it stretched for hundreds of feet.

As if a mountain fell straight down, covering the sky and the sun, many people noticed that their vision was dark, and when they looked up, their faces were already like earth, and Su Miaoyin was also heartbroken, and after coming back to their senses, there was no hesitation, and they immediately ordered a retreat to avoid the range of the fall.

The same is true for the Six Evil Annihilation Side, Emperor Ling Tian didn't know life and death, so he had no intention of fighting again, and he also retreated in a panic at this time.

The two sides scrambled to be the first to go. The ebb tide generally receded, and the heart-shaped enchantment fell into the river, and with a bang, it stirred up a stormy wave......