The competition lasted all day, and after today's game, there are only about a dozen people who can remain on the stage tomorrow.

When Tu Gang dragged his slightly tired body back to his residence, it was already night, and a huge full moon above his head was shining faintly.

Tu Gang, who returned to his residence, sat down cross-legged, but he had no intention of cultivating, and the events of last night still came to his mind.

"In my last life, was I really a demon? What scenes in my dream were all my own actions?"

"Why can I be so cruel to kill those innocent people?"

"If that's me, even if I die ten thousand times, it's not enough to atone for my sins, and who taught me the art of reincarnation?"

"Senior Sister Yuan Zhen said that if you want to awaken all your memories, you must find the key person from those scattered dream fragments, and he will open your memory, but who is your key person?"

"Do you want to go through those dreams?" Tu Gang hesitated, eager to find the answer, but he couldn't face the murderous self.

After hesitating for a long time, Tu Gang had a determined look on his face and slowly closed his eyes.

It's still the same ancient road, but the land has been dyed red by blood donations, and the remains of severed limbs can be seen everywhere, and they are gurgling outward to donate blood, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

Not far from the ancient road, the Corpse Shatterer stood there quietly, with an overturned carriage in front of him, and several merchants who were still drinking tea in the tea pavilion before were all in different places, their round eyes full of fear.

The Corpse Crusher was holding his big knife in his left hand, and he was holding a brocade box in his right hand, but the brocade box was not opened, and the Corpse Crusher looked at the brocade box, motionless.

"Amitabha, donor, the sea of suffering has not changed, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind the corpse shatterer, and an old monk with a white beard appeared there, wearing a shabby gray robe, barefoot, stepping on the blood on the ground, walking step by step.

"Stinky bald donkey, it's you again, don't think that I can't take you if you have a vajra immortal body, and you want to cross me? ”

"Donor, ten days ago, you washed a small town in blood, and today, you came to this ancient road to kill, and nearly a thousand lives were buried in your hands, aren't you afraid that the heavens will send down nine days of thunder and let you be wiped out?"

"Oh my God, haha...... Hahaha......"

The corpse crusher suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if crazy.

"If Heaven gives me a way to live, how can I get to this point? Master Zhikong, I can't go back. If you still want to entangle it any longer, then look at the sharpness of my Heavenly Punishment Shura Knife, or your immortal golden body. The corpse shattering demon had a hideous face, and with a flick of the big knife, the tip of the knife pointed at the monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect who was called Zhikong.

"As long as you still have a trace of kindness in your heart, then there is still a way to go, and if you come to snatch this thing today, it means that you still have a trace of kindness in your heart, and you do not want to be controlled by the Blade of Damnation again. Put down the knife in your hand and follow me back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, I can purify the power in your heart. ”

Zhikong's voice seemed to have a special magical power, guiding the Corpse Shatterer to believe what he said, and the hand holding the Blade of Damnation was about to let go.

Suddenly, an extremely thick bloody aura emanated from the Great Blade of Heavenly Punishment in the Corpse Shatterer's hand, and rushed into the Corpse Shatterer's body from the hilt.

The Corpse Shatterer's eyes, which had been quiet, suddenly turned red as blood, and the hilt of the knife that was about to be released suddenly clenched.

The Corpse Shatterer picked up the Blade of Heaven's Damnation Broadsword, and slashed towards the Zhikong with unparalleled momentum, the blood-colored sword light revealed several feet from the blade, like a world-destroying demon knife, and slashed down.

"Amitabha!" Zhikong recited a Buddha name aloud, and outside his body, a faint golden light appeared, forming a golden Buddha statue with the same light and shadow as Zhikong's posture.

"......Boom" The sound of a violent explosion and metal rubbing sounded, and the Corpse Shatterer's Heavenly Cursed Blade slashed heavily on the golden Buddha statue light and shadow outside Zhikong's body, but the light and shadow did not change in the slightest, but the Corpse Shatterer's Heavenly Cursed Greatsword was shocked back.

"Donor, as long as you put down this Heavenly Punishment Shura Knife and are no longer controlled by him, there is a way out. ”

Zhikong didn't fight back, he still blindly wanted to cross this murderous corpse shattered demon.

He was greeted by a stormy attack from the Corpse Breaker.

The ground under his feet has become fragmented, and the ancient road has completely turned into a ruin.

The corpse shatterer's attack lasted for a whole time, and Zhikong calmly endured it.

"Donor, can't you let it go?" Zhikong's voice sounded so harsh to the ears of the Corpse Shatterer in the distance.

"Old bald donkey, as long as every time I want to commit murder, you cut off two taels of meat from your body, I will stop, and when there is no more meat on your body that can be cut, I will put down this heavenly punishment Shura knife in my hand, worship under your door, and devote myself to cultivating Buddha with you. ”

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of the Corpse Crusher Demon's mouth.

"If I can cross you so that others will no longer be killed, what harm will it be for me to give up this stinky skin?"

"Haha......" The Corpse Shatterer glanced at Zhikong, laughed wildly and turned away, the laughter was full of arrogance and disbelief, all people are selfish, he will not believe that this Zhikong will cut off the flesh on his body one by one for the sake of the common people.

Zhikong's slightly old face also showed a hint of a smile, and there was a hint of expectation in that smile.

After reciting a Buddha name silently, Zhikong stepped forward to keep up with the figure of the corpse shatterer, and in this way, there were more pairs of strange figures on the ancient road.

In front of him was a strong man with a big knife on his back, and not far behind was followed by a monk with kind eyebrows and good eyes.

Walking along the ancient road, it is a border town, the population is not large, but because there are often caravans, it is also very prosperous, teahouses, taverns, and inns are readily available.

The Corpse Shatterer came to the tavern, picked the largest table and sat down, and with a "bang", he put the Heavenly Curse Shura blade on the table.

"Give me the best wine, the best meat. The Corpse Crusher sat down and let out a loud roar.

Seeing the corpse shattering demon's outfit, especially the big knife, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him warmly, and went to get the wine after answering.

"Master, do it. As if greeting a friend, the Corpse Crusher brought Zhikong to the table and sat down.

Coincidentally, at this time, the shopkeeper took a whole jar of good wine, and a plate of cut beef was brought up, beckoning the two of them to turn around and leave, but they were pulled by the corpse shattering demon.

"I would like to ask the master to taste whether this wine is considered a fine wine, whether this meat is fragrant or not. ”

The Corpse Crusher pushed the wine jar and beef plate on the table in front of Zhikong, looking at Zhikong indifferently.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhikong with a strange expression, and just wanted to speak.

"Since the master refuses to appreciate his face, it means that your wine and meat are not fragrant enough, so what's the use of keeping you. ”

The hand that the Corpse Crusher originally wanted to hold the wine glass was holding towards the Heavenly Damnation Shura Knife.

"Amitabha, the old man has been opening the valley for hundreds of years, but today he is aroused by this wine. After that, Zhikong grabbed the wine jar, slapped the mud seal with one palm, and drank it in a big gulp, not forgetting to grab a handful of beef and stuff it into his mouth.

"Haha...... Hahaha" Seeing Zhikong's appearance, the Corpse Shatterer Demon laughed wildly, like crazy.

"I can spare their lives, has the master forgotten something?" looked at Zhikong, and the corpse shatterer had a fierce look on his face.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhikong instantly cut off two taels of flesh on his body with the sharpness of the Blade of Damnation, and threw it in front of the Corpse Shattering Demon, but what the Corpse Shattering Demon didn't see was that a ray of golden light invaded the blade when Zhikong held the back of the Divine Punishment Shura Knife.

"Donor, would you like to put down the butcher knife in your hand?" Zhikong asked.

Zhikong responded to the maniacal laughter of the corpse crusher and the distant back, Zhikong's face did not change in the slightest, and he got up and followed, leaving behind the frightened guests in the tavern and the bloody piece of human flesh on the table.

Tu Gang forcibly woke up from his dream, his face was pale, and the blood in his eyes was thick, which slowly faded as he woke up.

Master Zhikong of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, this is the name that every cultivator knows, one of the three great gods and monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, the Vajra Immortal Body has been cultivated to the peak, ordinary weapons, it can't hurt it at all, and hundreds of people in front of him because of a good fate, he directly flew to the upper realm.

These things are all seen by Tu Gang from the classics, and I don't know why, Tu Gang feels that the ascension of this Zhikong has a lot to do with himself.

"Master Zhikong?"

Tu Gang muttered, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes, and since the disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect and the abbot Master Zhiyuan came, every time he saw himself, he looked at himself with a strange look.

"It seems that his past life is really related to the Ten Thousand Buddhas, but how did the Ten Thousand Buddhas know that they are here after their reincarnation? Moreover, they seem to know it, but they don't expose it, what are they thinking?"

Tu Gang's heart was full of doubts, but he couldn't get the answers he wanted from others, this feeling was really terrible.

Tu Gang, who really had no intention of falling asleep, got up and walked out of his residence, I don't know when it began to rain lightly outside, strolling in the rain, Tu Gang came to the south of the main hall square, looking into the distance, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see the distance clearly, just like his own heart, he couldn't see clearly.