Wuming saw the many clones appearing on the wheel of fortune, and his expression suddenly changed.
Under the pull of the life soul curse thread, all his clones are reflected on it, even the clones that he has deliberately reincarnated many times. This clone has almost no connection with his body, and it is difficult to track it even with the blood soul.
Find out.
This is how Wuming escaped from Buddhism and gained insight.
But now, he saw that on the wheel of fortune, not a single clone was left out, and all of them were searched out.
What kind of divine object is this?
There is such an unpredictable power.
At this time, Wuming could no longer remain calm and calm. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and stared at Long Xiaoshan coldly: "Can you ensure that all my clones are here?"
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly, he had no doubt about the power of the Avenue of Destiny.
No matter how well Wuming concealed it, Long Xiaoshan could tell that he already had a hint of guilt.
Otherwise he wouldn't have to say this.
Long Xiaoshan did not respond to Wuming, because he knew that no matter how much he said, it would not be as good as truly defeating Wuming. His eyes shot out an indifferent divine light of destiny, he raised his hand, and activated the Life Soul Curse to kill Wuming.
, countless black energy gushes out, which is the terrifying power of doom.
As soon as these powers of misfortune came out, Wuming felt extremely uneasy, frightened, and a strong sense of uncertainty enveloped him.
The power of doom surges, like a devouring demon, swarming into the depths of the void along the thread of the soul curse...
ah!
Cursed by the power of misfortune, the clones on the other end of the soul curse thread met unexpected deaths. The clones cursed by misfortune, no matter how strong or weak their cultivation level is, cannot escape death. This is the terrifying thing about the power of fate.
And he didn't understand how he died until his death.
Wuming saw his clones being destroyed one by one, and the fear in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
What kind of power was this? He couldn't resist it at all, and he didn't even know how to resist it. The clones were constantly being destroyed, and his soul was severely damaged.
Wuming's face became increasingly pale.
After thousands of clones were buried, Wuming could no longer stand. He now understood that Long Xiaoshan was not deceiving him. Duanmu Ling was definitely dead, and all the clones of his original self were destroyed.
Now he felt the power of this fear too.
Wuming hissed: "Stop! Long Xiaoshan, stop!"
Long Xiaoshan didn't respond to him at all. The Soul Curse was still killing Wuming's clone. Wuming was a very dangerous person and Long Xiaoshan would not give him any chance.
Wuming roared and jumped towards the void, but fire dragons rushed into the Butian Cauldron, impacting Wuming and refining his body.
On the wheel of fortune, the nameless clones are constantly decreasing.
After a full quarter of an hour, Wuming's tens of thousands of clones were completely destroyed.
The death of the clones also affected Wuming, because those clones had Wuming's souls attached to them. After they were buried together, Wuming's soul was severely injured. Coupled with the refining of the Tianbuding Cauldron, Wuming could be said to be truly dying at this time.
One line.
It was even more tragic than the time when it was suppressed by Buddhism in ancient times.
Because that time, he at least had a clone to escape the pursuit of Buddhism.
This time it was different. He watched all his clones being destroyed with his own eyes, and none of them escaped.
In other words, as soon as his true self dies, he will be completely ashes this time.
How could Wuming not be afraid at this moment?
This fear is not because of fear of death, but because after death, he will cease to exist completely, and his pursuit of the great road will also disappear. From ancient times, he was an orphan and grew up to be a Buddhist monk. He created the Thousand Faces Temple.
Dominated an era and looked bright to outsiders
Wan Zhang, in fact, only he can understand how many hardships he suffered. Even though the war with Buddhism later led to the destruction of Qianmian Temple, he still survived tenaciously. After thousands of reincarnations, he experienced so much and witnessed so much.
Never stopped pursuing the road.
Everyone in the world calls him evil, and Buddhists hate him to the core.
However, he is just doing what he wants to do. What he pursues is the supreme road. Everything he does is for this goal.
As for the standard of good and evil in the eyes of the world, it has never been within his scope of consideration.
However, he has worked so hard and gone through so many hardships to get to where he is today. Is he still no match for the ruthless abandonment of fate?
Just because his fortune is gone, no matter how hard he struggles, he is still just an inconspicuous pebble on the road, an existence like a particle of dust. The namelessness at this time is more desolate than fear.
, unwilling.
He looked up to the sky and roared.
The sound was drowned in the flames and could not be heard at all.
But Wuming's roar was not directed at Long Xiaoshan. He was roaring at the fate of heaven. Even if he died, he did not want to be at the mercy of fate.
Just when Wuming's body was about to completely disappear in the flames.
The flames receded like a tide.
Wuming was floating in the Tianbu Cauldron. At this time, he was extremely weak, but his eyes seemed to be full of anger and unwillingness.
"Wu Ming, are you unwilling?" A faint voice came from the void again.
Wuming raised his head with difficulty and looked at the shadow of Long Xiaoshan. He made a hoarse and angry voice in his throat: "Of course I am not willing to accept it. I have paid so much for the cultivation of the great road. I have made so many efforts, but you destroyed it so easily.
Robbery, how ruthless this heaven is, how unfair fate is, but you are just a pawn of fate. No matter how proud and glorious you are now, once fate abandons you, you will be like me today. When the time comes, you
You will understand this feeling.”
Long Xiaoshan's eyes flashed with a deep light.
He lowered his eyes and thought.
Wuming's current state reminded him of Tian Jizi.
During the battle in the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Tian Jizi was also so unwilling before his death. He smiled miserably and said that under the way of heaven, no one can truly transcend, and Long Xiaoshan will follow in his footsteps.
At this time, Longxiao Mountain was like the sun in the sky, young and vigorous, just like the sun that had just risen.
Who cares about Tianjizi's words?
Just like a young man in his prime, how can he understand the sadness of his twilight years.
But Wuming's roar and Tian Jizi's sad smile lingered in front of Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and seemed to really touch Long Xiaoshan's heart. He still only had a superficial understanding of the road of destiny, even if he was recognized by the Destiny Pearl.
.
The more you understand this supreme avenue, the more you will feel that it is supreme, cold and ruthless.
There will be great awe deep in your heart.
Could it be that one day, he will end up like Tian Jizi and Wuming? Long Xiaoshan didn't think about it before because it was too far away, but now, there is a trace of rebellion deep in Long Xiaoshan's heart that is difficult to resolve. No one
I am willing to be manipulated by others, even if it is the illusory way of heaven.
He suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at Wuming, and said coldly: "Wuming, do you want to live?"
