Chapter 50 The Annihilation

The Sumeru microcosm was vanishing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was small, and though it was only temporarily constructed as a disposable item, its destruction could still bring a very clear sense of desolation.

Perhaps it was because humans all have their day to die that they hold the greatest sorrow for things that are vanishing. This might be out of a sense of shared fate.

The Bodhisattva's hand remained on the mask;

The mask had not been removed, and the hand had not been let go.

It was like a person, warily keeping their hand on a gun holster, ready to draw their gun at any moment.

This scene, if there were any bystanders, would definitely make the Bodhisattva look comical.

But the old Taoist wouldn't think so. He was the person involved. Once that "gun" was drawn, he would definitely be the one getting shot, so there was naturally no way he could have the carefree feeling of a bystander enjoying a snack.

Actually, not much time had passed, but it somehow felt like a very, very long time.

Finally,

The human and beast who had been frozen in place moved.

Oh no,

The first thing to move,

Wasn't the human and beast, but the bone throne.

The bone throne floated directly up, and finally landed on the xiezhi’s head. The xiezhi’s single horn pierced into the throne.

This couldn't help but remind the old Taoist of a moose. In his memory, there were deer with large, open antlers that looked like they were carrying a chair on their heads.

However, the xiezhi at this moment was many times more exaggerated than them.

Zhou Ze took a step back and let out a long sigh.

The xiezhi also took a step back, seemingly not fully adapted to its new "accessory," and its body swayed slightly.

"Huh, did you manage to bribe it?" the old Taoist asked.

If it was just giving a bone throne that had long lost its greatest effect to successfully bribe the xiezhi, this deal would definitely be a great profit.

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "It's just returning something to its original owner."

"Same difference, same difference."

The old Taoist looked gleeful, and at the same time, deliberately glanced at the Bodhisattva over there.

Many people admire those who don't show their emotions, worship the stability of old foxes, and think that those who love to show off can't be taken seriously.

However, if you really reach a point in this world where few people can restrain you, and you can control the life and death of most beings in this world,

Who are you being stable for?

Who are you being cunning for?

Putting on a show for yourself, then touching yourself, then feeling good about yourself?

The ferocity in the xiezhi’s eyes had completely dissipated.

Its gaze swept over Zhou Ze once more.

At this moment, Zhou Ze felt a sense of relief.

Not relief from his own crisis, but relief from the xiezhi.

After all, the broken horn incident was really nothing to Ying Gou. In general, the ones who really hold grudges and can't let go are often the ones who got beaten.

The xiezhi turned around, its back to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist, facing the Bodhisattva.

"Wang… Fag, it's him, that bald-headed guy, he's been talking bad about you!"

The old Taoist couldn't wait to add fuel to the fire for the Bodhisattva.

This behavior was a bit undignified, but he was happy to do it.

While the Dharma beast was in a good mood, he could help solve the Bodhisattva, and everyone would be at ease.

Zhou Ze, standing behind, didn't say anything. To be precise, from the moment he opened his eyes, he had already sensed something.

The xiezhi,

Was ultimately going to ascend to the heavens.

The reason it was able to escape from under the Xuanyuan Sword was because it had integrated itself into the rules, and the xiezhi in front of him was just a manifestation similar to the water cycle.

It was here below,

But ultimately, it belonged above.

Moreover, after letting go of its hatred and obsession with Zhou Ze, it had lost the foundation to continue staying here.

However, it could be seen that perhaps under Lao Zhang's influence, the xiezhi began to paw its front hooves again.

Lao Zhang was planning to help his boss solve the biggest threat before ascending to the heavens.

The Bodhisattva was still holding the mask, still hadn't taken it off.

And the xiezhi,

Had already charged over.

During the charge, the xiezhi’s body gradually began to turn into fluorescent light and dissipate.

Coming from the heavens, it would ultimately return to the heavens.

But before completely dissipating, even if only a remnant was left, this xiezhi was still the xiezhi.

Its momentum was like the wind, its speed was like thunder. The already battered Sumeru microcosm showed large-scale cracks at this moment, and it was estimated that it would directly disintegrate in the next collision.

The Bodhisattva was still kneeling there, still holding the mask, still had no reaction;

Facing the charging xiezhi,

The Di Ting beside the Bodhisattva closed its eyes,

Clusters of black shadows began to spread out from its body,

Then,

The Di Ting let out a furious roar,

And charged up in place of the Bodhisattva!

"Boom!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The two fierce beasts collided.

The evenly matched situation did not occur. Even the xiezhi, who was in the process of "returning" to the heavens, was not something the Di Ting could withstand.

Strands of black mist began to spill out of the Di Ting's body,

The Di Ting's body was also knocked back by the xiezhi's impact,

From the beginning of the collision, the Di Ting was directly at an undisputed disadvantage.

At this time, the Bodhisattva was still just holding his mask, not taking it off.

"Ouch, geez, you have such a cruel heart. I wasn't even this heartless to my monkeys."

The old Taoist was saying sarcastic things on the sidelines.

The Bodhisattva remained unmoved.

The Di Ting was still persisting. All it could do now was try its best to obstruct the xiezhi’s advance and delay the time it took for the xiezhi to reach the Bodhisattva.

In fact, not to mention that the Di Ting had been almost drained on the top of Mount Tai in hell, losing too much vitality, even if it drew the Sea God when it returned to the yang world, to be honest, a sea snake wasn't enough for it to recover much health.

This consumption was even more unsustainable. The mist constantly leaking from its body was actually its origin, its foundation, its accumulation over thousands of years.

This was like doing business and wanting to preserve capital, because as long as the capital was still there, it meant there was still a chance to make a comeback;

Once the capital was lost, it would be the last desperate gamble.

Thousands of years of hard work, not easily obtained, were now gradually being exhausted.

In fact, the Di Ting was lucky. It met the Bodhisattva very early on.

Over the years, it had always been by his side. The human and beast could be said to be master and servant, but they were actually more like master and disciple.

Before the Bodhisattva entered the Buddhist realm,

He was a young monk in a temple on the mountainside, and it would lie prone in the bushes of the stream where he fetched water every day.

When he succeeded in cultivating Buddhism and was able to be introduced into the Buddhist realm, it was it who carried him into the Buddhist gate.

He was unwilling to become a Buddha, and it naturally could not obtain a Buddhahood either.

Later,

He left the Buddhist realm,

Just like when he came,

It was still it who carried him away.

It helped him monitor all directions. The Bodhisattva's ability to listen and make judgements was also inseparable from its abilities.

The relationship between the human and beast was already difficult to describe with specific terms.

Moreover,

The human and beast both had similar situations.

Young.

Both the First Generation and Ying Gou had a high opinion of the Bodhisattva, but this was just an evaluation. The basis of the evaluation was that they were standing at a high level, looking at the Bodhisattva as seniors looking at juniors, seeing the young generation as awe-inspiring.

However, when it came to actually playing against each other, the old saying was often true: old ginger is spicier.

The old Taoist had said earlier that if he had another thousand years, this sentence actually also applied to the Di Ting.

The Di Ting's origin was definitely excellent. Its intelligence and cultivation were also deeply influenced by the Bodhisattva. It could be said that its future was immeasurable.

Even the xiezhi, who was personally raised by Emperor Yao and taught the law, was not necessarily much higher than the Di Ting at the same age.

But there was no way, the xiezhi had one more thing than the Di Ting: ancient times;

And this meant crushing!

This was an unbalanced contest, and it was destined not to be balanced.

The Di Ting's body was withering rapidly. Its body began to burn, and its soul was burning along with it.

But even so, the Di Ting had never actively retreated, because behind it was the Bodhisattva.

Perhaps it couldn't guarantee that it could really block the xiezhi in front of the Bodhisattva;

But at least, it could guarantee that if the xiezhi collided with the Bodhisattva, then it would definitely be gone before that.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist's heart softened slightly, because it reminded him of his two monkeys.

One was overly shrewd, understood his heart best, and knew the situation best. Human relationships, conspiracies, were simply a natural talent for being a bad egg. It would please him, and also knew how to be funny.

Some plans and layouts, you don't need to tell it, and believe that it will naturally understand in the future.

One was silly, had no other skills except for brute force, was as boring as a block of wood, and only knew how to listen to his words and do things, following his instructions to carry out every move. It seemed that the greatest satisfaction in this world for it was to pour wine for him;

Happily dragging its red butt to steal wine for him, heh heh.

Now,

They were all gone,

All... gone.

Can't think about it, can't think about it!

The old Taoist raised his head, suppressing the soreness in his eyes and nose. His Dao heart had actually loosened just now!

Damn it,

Can't,

Can't,

A thousand years of planning was right in front of him. They were his life was coming to an end, his limit was approaching, it was…

Ahhh!

The old Taoist immediately closed his eyes, frantically suppressing the other complicated emotions in his heart,

Then, he rubbed his face hard with his hands, rubbing his face red,

At the same time, he waved his fists fiercely,

And shouted:

"Wangcai, charge!"

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There will be another chapter before one o'clock in the morning.