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Chapter 695, life, how to struggle

Hulunbuir Prairie.

The ice and snow melt, everything revives, summer is approaching, and the vast grasslands are once again full of vitality. Yellow sheep and wild horses are galloping freely, wolves and hunting foxes are wandering freely, living freely in this country that belongs to them, interpreting the beauty of nature.

Law, the law of survival.

Deep in the prairie, there was a small town, a gravel area, and an underground fighting arena; Hulunbuir once attracted worldwide attention and attracted the attention of many tycoons, wealthy businessmen, and nobles. For this reason, they spent huge sums of money.

, for this reason, they are full of pride; for this reason, they are obsessed with it.

There used to be a term here, and it was called death fighting; there used to be a legend here, and it was called fighting myth; there used to be a sensation here, triggering a fighting frenzy; there used to be a river of blood here, and it was destroyed by a disaster.

Devour and bury.

Today's place... is vast and boundless with endless green grass. It is a paradise for living creatures and a blue ocean. The past has all turned into dust because of the massacre, and has returned to silence because of the heavy snow.

Everything has been transformed into 'history' with the changes in the world, and gradually faded...disappeared...in the memory of the world...

'Chaos Town'

Ugliness and sin have been buried, prosperity and bustle have become history. There are no more girls soliciting customers on the streets, no more jeeps passing by, no more random fights between gamblers and drunkards, no more villains wreaking havoc, a

After the massacre, the place fell into an unprecedented calm.

It has become the desolation, dilapidation and depression it is today.

In the corner of the town, there is a collapsed house, covered with weeds, messy and desolate. This place used to be a holy place in the eyes of countless Hulunbuir fighters. There used to be a man living here, his name is... Di Cheng!

At noon today, Hulunbuir welcomed its only guest in half a year, and the deserted town welcomed its first traveler since its silence.

On the earthen wall in front of the house, a man in black stands with his hands behind his back. He has a slender figure and a refined temperament. His back is to the deserted town and he is facing the dilapidated house. He is silent and speechless.

The black gown and long black hair were swaying gently in the breeze.

The face is fair and pure, like white jade, but also pale; the lips are bright red, like ruddy, but also blood red.

The lines of the handsome face are smooth and resolute, as handsome as a woman, and as cold as a man. The pupils are dark, without any white of the eyes, and the eyelashes are thick and dark, like black eye circles, which make the deep-set eyes look extremely evil.

meaning!

Like a fox’s eyes, but also like a crow’s pupils!

Handsome and wickedly beautiful! Such a face has a fatal temptation for any woman, and any man will be a little jealous.

His temperament is indifferent, dusty, and silent, like stagnant water that has never wavered for thousands of years, bringing an inexplicable danger and deep pressure to any enemy.

He is...Xi Yuhuang!!!

The controller of the eight gates of heaven, the first gate god of heaven, the gravekeeper of Chixiang Death Prison... Xi Yuhuang!!

Unknowingly, the fifteen months of experience have been completed, the fifteen months of struggle have ended, and the fifteen months of enlightenment have ended. He...Xi Yuhuang...has completed his transformation.

Fifteen months ago, Tantric Buddhism opened its mountain door to welcome this man with evil intentions. Fifteen months later, Tantric Buddhism opened its mountain door again to send off the new God of Killing. Maybe he had suffered, maybe he was tired, maybe he was struggling to his death.

It has passed, or maybe life and death have wandered, but at the moment the door opens, the things during that period have turned into dust, and the hardships during that period have become memories. No one will mention it again, and no one will touch it again.

The world only needs to know that he, Emperor Xi Yu, survived, walked out of the hell of experience arranged by the old living Buddha himself, walked out of the closed door of Tantric Buddhism alive, and completed this qualitative transformation alive.

For Tianmen, his return and appearance are definitely a tsunami-like impact; for Heibang, his transformation and his ascent to the top are definitely an earthquake-like sensation.

At that time, Chen Zun's ascension to the imperial rank did not cause a sensation like that of Di Cheng, nor did it attract many people's serious attention, so that he left his homeland and fought in Africa, struggling hard for a bloody battle that was 'worthy of the name'.

After Di Cheng became emperor, he repeatedly set off a blacklist storm in order to prove himself, even going as far as Japan to carry out massacres.

Two people who became emperors fought for honor.

But Emperor Xi Yu is different. He is the 'Lord of Chixiang', 'The First Gravekeeper', 'The First Door God', 'The Lord of the Eight Doors', 'Dicheng's right-hand man', 'Evil Eyed Crow' and so on.

Such a gorgeous title has already been hung on his head, woven into a gorgeous crown that is not inferior to that of Di Cheng!

People are paying attention to Di Cheng's constantly dazzling light, and they are also staring at the low-key but dangerous man next to him - Xi Yuhuang.

So much so that after the blacklist Fang Fengyun was unveiled, too many people were paying attention to him, and too many people were investigating him.

Looking at the overall situation of Tianmen, Emperor Xi Yu's reputation is not much weaker than that of Di Cheng; looking at the black list, Emperor Xi Yu's name even surpasses all the quasi-level emperors, although... he is only ranked fifth...

However, despite all the attention, absolutely no one expects him to go further, expects him to create miracles again, and expects him to bring new impact to the black list.

But, he did it!! After fifteen months of struggle and transformation in Esoteric Buddhism, and fifteen months of devotion and instruction by the old living Buddha, he once again created a mythical miracle. He...Xi Yuhuang...did it...



Tianmen's number one door god, Xi Yuhuang, has already lived up to his name! It is completely conceivable that once the news is announced and once he shows his power, it will definitely attract strong attention from all parties. Although it is not as good as Di Cheng back then, today's Di Cheng will definitely be far better.

The previous Chen Zun, at least...he didn't need to fight too hard for his 'throne', nor did he need to work hard to prove himself.

Following Di Cheng's trajectory, Xi Yuhuang's title of 'Emperor' should soon be recognized by everyone. The only question is how much influence it will have, where he will be ranked, and how much attention he will attract from the emperors of all parties.

, it depends on his own efforts and later growth.

However……

What is somewhat surprising is that after leaving Tantric Buddhism, Emperor Xi Yu did not return to Tianmen, did not go to Outer Mongolia, and did not notify anyone. He came to the Hulunbuir Prairie alone and came to the "Sinful Town" where Di Cheng had practiced for five years.

There was a long silence, a long stare, and evil eyes without any emotion. No one knew what he was thinking or what he was looking at.

"Emperor Xi Yu, his achievements have been accomplished and his name has been achieved. All the twelve emperors on the black list have returned to their positions. The overall situation of the black list has long been unveiled. The emperors from all sides have already traveled around the world. The reputation of the 'Human Emperor' is spreading throughout the underground world.

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How should you choose your path? Where should your heart go? How should your life... struggle..."

Deep in Xi Yuhuang's mind, the old Living Buddha's inquiry on the top of the snow mountain echoed for a long time. What echoed for a long time was the back of the Old Living Buddha leaving after asking the question. What echoed for a long time was the indifference and power of the Old Living Buddha.

The old living Buddha did not wait for Xi Yuhuang's answer, did not give any instructions, and did not make any force or obstruction.

I hiked down the mountain and never showed up again.

The wooden door is open and you can leave.

"How to... struggle..." Xi Yuhuang roughly understood that what he couldn't understand was the meaning of the word that the old living Buddha used at the end, let alone the meaning behind that indifference.

Carefully recalling and thinking carefully, during the fifteen months of life and death experience, although the old living Buddha often appeared, he never really looked at himself with his eyes. Why??

How to choose the road; where to turn your heart; how to struggle with your destiny.

Xi Yuhuang slowly closed his eyes, covering up those evil eyes, covering up the confusion, covering up the struggle and hesitation.

Once, my heart went to Tianmen; once, I followed it to the death; once, I was moved by affection.

Why...at the moment of transformation...at the moment of becoming an emperor...at the moment when the strength skyrocketed...at the moment when the mind opened...at the moment when one looked at oneself...

But deep down in my heart, I found something that had disappeared for a long time, something that I shouldn't have, a fantasy that made my soul throb and my heart confused.

Rebellion? What a terrible word, what a hot emotion.

How to struggle...

Xi Yuhuang was silent for a long time, and this inexplicable question echoed in the depths of his mind for a long time.

"Old Living Buddha, what kind of person are you? Why don't you look directly into my eyes? Are you afraid of seeing my heart or afraid of guessing my future?

Struggle...Struggle...Am I struggling, or are you struggling? Am I hesitating, or are you hesitating?

Why... in that faint glance before leaving, I saw... murderous intent in your eyes... why... why..."

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