Two thousand years have passed by in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, there are only three days left until the day when God preaches.

early morning,

On the holy mountain, a super fat guy is competing with the door. He is like a super big rubber ball stuck in the middle of the door. His big round face is red from holding back, like a freshly baked pancake. His two calves are on tiptoes, cooperating.

The little hands stretched out from the meat ball tried to squeeze out of the room.

However, his ball-like body was stuck too tightly and he never succeeded. Seeing his miserable appearance, the twelve disciples burst out laughing. Some of them slapped their thighs and some of them bent over from laughing, but no one came up to help.

"Peter...Peter." Doyle struggled to squeeze his eyes out of his swollen face, pouted his thick lips and began to ask Peter for help. Just when Peter was about to step forward to help, Jacob pulled him away.

After stopping him, the big bad guy would laugh for a while longer before letting Peter go.

After playing around for a while, Doyle was finally rescued by Peter.

Sitting on the ground and taking two deep breaths, Doyle began to operate the [Heavenly Breathing Technique], consuming the precious energy stored in his stomach for two thousand years. For this fat body, he ate everything he could eat within a fifty-mile radius.

Even the grasshoppers were eaten by him as skewers. If you don’t eat them, you don’t know. They taste really good after being grilled.

Chicken flavor, crunchy and crunchy.

It can be said that except for some strange-looking creatures such as mosquitoes and flies, most of them entered Doyle's stomach. This was Doyle's last insistence as a human being. He felt that his lower limit for eating was getting closer and closer.

The lower it gets.

He usually meditates on the bed at home and watches the Dead Sea for a few seconds every day through a standing mirror. He tries hard to fit in the time when Natasha is taking a bath, trying to feast his eyes but never succeeds. However, since 2000, Doyle has never given up.

I enjoy it every day and work hard for it.

After leaving home, I would go out to look for food. Occasionally, I would play with a big black bear and two big fat sheep. When I was free, I would ask my disciples to answer my questions.

Continuous practice was not an option, so Doyle continued to look for people to prove his strength. After being knocked unconscious twice by Big Black Brother, Doyle took aim at the naked children in twelve villages.

He felt that no matter how bad he was, he would not be able to defeat a little kid. The little kid in the village was happy to meet Doyle's needs. The Imperial City PK started soon. As soon as Doyle came on the court, he was beaten by the little kid in all directions.

Hanghammer was soon beaten until his face was bruised and bruised, and he became a source of entertainment for the whole village, because when he was beaten, he would instinctively make a sheep cry of "baa~~~".

This made the old man and aunt in the village laugh very happily, and asked Doyle to come to the village often when he had time. They also promoted their grandchildren to Doyle, hoping that they could also compete.

A shame that cannot be washed away!

That’s all for Doyle’s last 2000 years!

In addition to his miserable life of being beaten in 2000, Doyle's biggest achievement was to become a gourmet. It must be said that the strange knowledge of his former teacher Harlan Reed played a big role in allowing him to eat all kinds of things.

It’s not too late to know what to do, turn grief and anger into food, Doyle really did it!

After all, being able to beat small animals is Doyle’s only dignity!

As Doyle meditates,

Thousands of rays of light descended from the sky and gathered on the holy mountain.

They meander and flow like streams. As Doyle breathes into his body, bursts of useless impurities are exhaled by Doyle, like bursts of black mist.

Under the two-phase cycle of three inhales and one exhale, Doyle's bloated body began to shrink rapidly, and the whole person lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within half an hour, as the last breath of black air was exhaled, the big fat man like a ball turned into a handsome 15-year-old boy.

With long curly hair hanging down on both sides of his face, and a satisfied smile on his face, the boy in white clothes opened his eyes, suddenly stood up from the ground, and couldn't help but start waving his fists and feet.

He flew up and down, coming and going like the wind, and every move carried a faint sound of dragon's roar, causing the twelve disciples to look at him sideways.

"This should be a future hand-to-hand fighting technique, which is somewhat interesting." David commented.

"Doyle obviously didn't take this path. His fists and kicks are still at the [skill] level, but the fact that he can use them to produce a dragon's cry only shows one thing." Doma said with narrowed eyes.

"Doyle, congratulations, your physical body has reached the [Mortal Realm]. If you want to improve, you can no longer rely on eating. You need to break the shackles of life and improve your life essence." Andre was punching in the yard.

Doyle said.

"The shackles of life? Can you talk about it in detail this time?" Doyle put away his fists and jumped to the round table.

"After the creatures in the [Mortal Realm] are qualified to improve the [Essence of Life] and then enter the deep space, they will be transported to the [Place of Proof]. There, you will meet the examiner, who will judge you based on the [Certificate] you selected.

You will be tested in the direction of Tao. After passing the test, you can complete the sublimation of the essence of life and obtain a more powerful origin of life." After Andre explained, he asked:

"Doyle, have you thought about the direction of your enlightenment?"

Doyle knew that all the ways in the world could be proven. Some people advanced by cooking skills, some by erudition, and almost all of them, but the way he wanted to prove never changed.

"I want to prove the truth and kill!" Doyle answered neatly, obviously he had already thought about it.

The twelve disciples were not surprised at all by Doyle's choice. Peter thought about it and said:

"The process of enlightenment of the Way of Killing is extremely special. If you die in the place of enlightenment, you will really die, because what controls the place of enlightenment is the [Tao] which is the trinity with God."

"Yes, [Tao] is ruthless. He represents the supreme rule. If you die in the process of realizing the Tao, [Tao] will never spare you. In front of [Tao]

, All living beings are equal, no living being will receive special treatment, not even us." Ximen said to Doyle solemnly.

"Then what will happen to me if I kill to prove the way?" Doyle asked with a frown. He found that if he used killing to prove the way to open the shackles of life, it seemed to be full of dangers.

"[Tao] does not allow us to tell the secrets of the place of enlightenment. You can only experience everything by yourself." The disciple John, who rarely spoke, suddenly said.

"You must be fully prepared before you go to prove the Tao. The Tao of killing is extremely difficult to prove. If you die, I won't be surprised at all, because those who prove the Tao of killing can see the deepest secrets hidden in the world of Allah.

The opponents you encounter may even be stronger than you know. I can only say this much, and you need to understand the rest by yourself."

Andre said solemnly that he and Doma were the most qualified to speak, because he and Doma had proven the way to kill.

"Let yourself enter the ultimate state and then go to attain enlightenment. Otherwise, if you rely solely on your physical body, although you are qualified to attain enlightenment, it is no different than sending yourself to death." Doma added at the side.

"I understand." Doyle did not ask any more questions, because the disciple had already told himself everything he could tell him, and there was no point in asking more questions about the part he could not tell.

Doyle wisely sat on the ground not far from the round table, closed his eyes, and did not disturb the twelve disciples again.

Because he knew that next was the time for the twelve disciples to ask each other questions and share knowledge.

Sure enough, a barrier quickly covered the round table, isolating Doyle again. Obviously, Doyle was still not qualified to listen to the content of their exchange.

"I'm still far away."

With a sigh in his heart, Doyle calmed down his distracting thoughts and began to practice.

Doyle, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, felt that his body was now like a hot steel oven. Under the nourishment of this powerful body, his soul was also undergoing some kind of change. It felt like it had become stronger.

Already.

Driven by Doyle's thoughts, a pair of Shinto wings spread out on his back. A Shinto feather is growing slowly. In a few days, it will become one of the components of the Shinto wings.

This is the only offensive method Doyle can rely on, because there is no divinity in his body at this time, and even the colorless flower with unknown abilities has escaped outside his body. It is in a flowerpot in his house every day.

Pretend to be dead, no matter how you ask questions, it doesn't even dare to say "P", as if it's scared to death.

As for the alien divine road that contained the disaster, it was taken away by Peter and dumped somewhere. I don't think it will end well.

Over the past two thousand years, Doyle has repeatedly tested his Shinto wings. He found that it was not that the Shinto wings could not be used, but that the [Holy World] suppressed his power too much.

In other words, because Doyle's own life class is too low, his power has also been suppressed by the [Holy World].

After all, [Holy World] is the 22nd level of space! If the power of the first level of space is used here, it is normal for it to be crushed into waste.

But Doyle believes that as long as he returns to the [mortal world], he will become his powerful self again.

No,

Except for the moment before his death, Doyle felt that he would be stronger than ever before!

Because he has never had such a powerful physical body, this is an unimaginable thing for the Dead Sea world.

simply put,

Doyle felt that if he had not had any illusions, he would definitely have the strength to defeat all the saints of the Dead Sea world with only his physical body!

As long as the opponent doesn't run away and doesn't use any weird tricks, he said, he's invincible even if he stands!

But it doesn't matter if he plays tricks. Doyle feels that as long as he is given some more time, sooner or later the pair of Shinto wings behind him can catch up with the realm of the physical body and reach a certain degree of perfection.

At that time, let go of these monsters in the [Holy Realm], Doyle really wants to go down to the world to meet the strongest person in the [Mortal Realm] of this era. He doesn't care whether he wins or loses, he is just eager to know where he is.

realm.

He urgently needs a ruler to prove his progress in strength, otherwise he will live in the [Holy Realm] every day and cannot even beat a naked kid in a village. Doyle feels that sooner or later he will have self-doubt and think that he is indeed a super

Big weak chicken.

"No, although I don't know who is the strongest person in the [Mortal Realm] in this era, I can only say I'm sorry!

Or I'll beat you until you can't find your teeth to regain your confidence,

Or you beat me until I find my teeth all over the floor!

Anyway, between the two of us,

Someone must be missing a tooth!"
Chapter completed!