Wuming saw the many phantoms of clones appearing on the Roulette of Destiny, and his face changed suddenly.
Under the traction of the Life Soul Curse Wire, all his clones were reflected on it, and even the clones he had deliberately reincarnated many times. This clone has almost no connection with his body, and it is difficult to find even if it is tracked by blood souls.
This is how Wuming escaped from Buddhism’s insight back then.
But now, he saw that on the Roulette of Destiny, no clone was left out and all were searched.
What kind of magical object is this?
There is such an unpredictable power.
Wuming could no longer remain calm at this time. He suppressed his heart and stared at Long Xiaoshan coldly: "Can you make sure that my clones are here?"
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly, and he would not doubt the power of the Avenue of Destiny.
No matter how well Wuming concealed it, Long Xiaoshan could see that he was already a little guilty.
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 be better to truly defeat Wuming. His eyes shot out indifferent divine light of fate, raised his hand, and activated the life soul to curse the killing. On Wuming's life soul, countless black air surged out, which was a terrifying power of bad luck.
When these powers of misfortune came out, Wuming felt extremely uneasy, his heart was thrilled, and a strong ominous feeling enveloped him.
The power of bad luck tumbling, like a demon who devours people, rushed into the depths of the void along the life soul curse thread...
ah!
After being cursed by the power of bad luck, the other end of the life soul curse silk, one clone after another encountered death. The clone cursed by bad luck could not escape death regardless of its strength. This is the terrifying thing about the power of fate.
And I don't understand how I died until I die.
Wuming saw his clones being buried one by one, and the fear in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
What kind of power is this? He couldn't resist it at all, and he didn't even know how to resist it. His clone was constantly buried, which also caused his soul to be severely damaged.
Wuming's face became paler and paler.
After thousands of clones were buried, Wuming could no longer stand. He now understood that Long Xiaoshan was not lying to him, Duanmuling must have died, and that all clones of his deity were buried.
Now he also felt the power of this fear.
Wuming hissed: "Stop! Long Xiaoshan, stop!"
Long Xiaoshan did not respond to him at all. The soul curse killing of Wuming was still continuing to kill Wuming's clone. Wuming was very dangerous, and Long Xiaoshan would not give him any chance.
Wuming roared and jumped towards the void, but fire dragons rushed into the Heavenly Cauldron, rushing to Wuming and refining his body.
On the Roulette of Destiny, the nameless clones are constantly decreasing.
After a quarter of an hour, all the tens of thousands of Wuming's clones were completely destroyed.
The death light of the clone also affected Wuming, because those clones had Wuming's soul attached to it. After they were buried together, Wuming's soul was severely damaged. Coupled with the refining of the Butian Cauldron, Wuming can be said to be a real dying line at this time.
It was even more tragic than the time when it was suppressed by Buddhism in ancient times.
Because that time, at least he had his clones to escape the pursuit of Buddhism.
This time it was different. He watched all his clones be buried and none of them escaped.
In other words, as long as he dies, he will be completely ashamed this time.
How can Wuming not be afraid at this time?
This fear is not because of fear of death, but because after death, he will completely disappear, and his pursuit of the Great Dao will disappear. From ancient times, he grew up as an orphan to a Buddhist monk. He created the Thousand-Faced Temple and dominated an era. Outsiders seem to be shining, but in fact only he can understand how many hardships it is. Even though the war with Buddhism later led to the demise of the Thousand-Faced Temple, he still survived tenaciously. After thousands of reincarnations, how many he experienced and witnessed, he never stopped pursuing the Great Dao.
Everyone in the world calls him evil, and Buddhism hates him even more.
However, he is just doing what he wants to do, what he pursues is the supreme way, and everything he does is for this goal.
As for the standards of good and evil in the eyes of the world, they are never within his consideration.
However, after he made so much effort and went through so many hardships, he came to this day. After all, can he still not resist the ruthless abandonment of fate?
Just because his luck is gone, no matter how hard he struggles, he is still an inconspicuous little stone on the road, like a dusty existence. At this time, Wuming is not only fear, but more sadness and unwillingness.
He roared to the sky.
The sound was drowned in the flames and could not be transmitted at all.
But Wuming's roar was not originally sent to Long Xiaoshan. He was roaring at the fate of the heavenly way. Even if he died, he would not want to be merciless.
Just when Wuming's body was about to completely disappear into the flames.
The flames retreated like a tide.
Wuming floated in the Butian Cauldron. At this time, he was extremely weak, but his eyes seemed to be full of anger and reluctance.
"Wuming, are you very unwilling to accept it?" A faint voice from the void came again.
Wuming raised his head hard and looked at the phantom of Long Xiaoshan. A hoarse and angry voice came from his throat: "Of course I am unwilling to give up. How much I have made to practice the Great Dao? I have made so much effort, but I have easily destroyed and plundered it by you. How ruthless the way of heaven is and how unfair the fate is. However, you are just a pawn of fate. No matter how proud or glorious you are now, once fate abandons you, you will be the same as me today. Then you will understand this feeling."
A deep light flashed through Long Xiaoshan's eyes.
He lowered his eyes and thought.
Wuming's current state reminded him of a Tianjizi.
In the battle of Kunlun Heavenly Palace, before Tian Jizi died, he was so unwilling to accept it. He smiled bitterly and said that no one could truly transcend the way of heaven, and Long Xiaoshan would follow in his footsteps.
Long Xiaoshan is at its peak at this time, young and energetic, just like the sun that has just risen.
How could I care 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 smirk lingered in front of Long Xiaoshan's eyes, and it seemed that he really touched Long Xiaoshan's heart. Even if he was recognized by the Destiny Pearl, he could only understand the basics.
The more you understand this supreme path, the more you can feel that it is supreme, cold and ruthless.
A great awe will arise 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, a trace of indelible rebellion surged deep in Long Xiaoshan's heart. No one wants to be manipulated by others, even the illusory way of heaven.
He suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at Wuming, and said coldly: "Wuming, do you want to live?"