The sound coming from high in the sky made Wuming's expression shrink and his eyes shrink.
Wuming said in a low voice: "What do you mean by this?"
Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "You are not saying that the law of heaven is unfair to you, you are just an abandoned son of fate, and all your efforts are meaningless. So now, I can give you a chance to let you live and continue to fight against the fate of fate.
Chance."
There was a glimmer of light in Wuming's eyes.
How could a person like him not want to live? Only by living can he have the chance to transcend the way of heaven.
But he was very doubtful.
There is no mercy in the world of spiritual practice. He and Long Xiaoshan had such a deep grudge. If Long Xiaoshan killed him, it would be beneficial without any harm, so why would he let him go?
He believed that no one who could cultivate to this level would be a soft-hearted person.
Long Xiaoshan seemed to be able to see Wuming's suspicion, and he said calmly: "Let you go, not because I don't want to kill you, but because you said that under this fate of heaven, everyone is a pawn, and once the fortune is gone, they will be manipulated.
Abandon, since fate has abandoned you, I still want to give you a chance to survive. I just don’t want to resign myself to fate."
Wuming's eyes fluctuated.
Looking at Long Xiaoshan slightly strangely, this guy really doesn't play by the rules.
But why is he unknown? He is not such a person.
Back then, his original form, the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva, was even more deviant. He was born in Buddhism, but in the end he almost destroyed Buddhism. When a "bad boy" sees another "bad boy", he will feel a sense of sympathy for each other.
Wuming suddenly curled his lips and smiled and said, "You won't let me go so easily, right? There will definitely be conditions."
Long Xiaoshan said: "Of course, I am not a fool. I want to learn from Mr. Dong Guo."
"Mr. Dongguo?" Wuming was confused and had no idea who this was.
"The conditions are very simple. I don't want you to be a slave. You are a senior, and I have inherited your inheritance. You can be considered as my half-master, so you make a heavenly oath that you will not touch my dragon gate for fifty years.
I will let you go."
"Is it that simple?"
Wuming couldn't believe his ears. It was just an oath, and it was only bound for fifty years.
Long Xiaoshan let him go, was that so hasty?
"It's that simple." Long Xiaoshan stood with his hands behind his back, with extremely strong confidence in his eyes. Even though the reincarnation of the most powerful demon monk in the history of Lingxu Star was in front of him, he didn't seem to be regarded as a real opponent.
Fifty years later, even if Wuming loses his restraint, Long Xiaoshan does not think that Wuming can pose any threat to him.
“What a spirit!”
Wuming made a tut-tsk sound. How could he, an old monster who has lived for countless years, fail to see Long Xiaoshan's amazing confidence and pride?
He also considers himself to be a top-notch monster.
Looking at the hundreds of millions of years of Lingxu Star's history, it is enough to rank among the top ten.
But compared to Long Xiaoshan, in terms of talent and courage, he still seems to be inferior.
It is really a great pity that such a guy was born on this barren star. If it were on a big star of cultivation where the avenue is perfect and the cultivation environment is far better than here, would it really be possible to be born under this heaven?
A man of incredible detachment has arrived.
Wuming actually had a glimmer of expectation in his heart at this moment.
"Okay, as evidenced by the law of heaven, I swear that within fifty years, I will not pose a threat to anyone related to Longmen and Long Xiaoshan. If I violate this oath, disaster will come from heaven, and my soul will be destroyed..."
Wuming made an oath of heaven.
Long Xiaoshan nodded slightly, and with his spiritual thoughts running, an invisible force directly threw Wuming out of the Heaven-Building Cauldron.
A ray of light rushed out of the Heaven-Building Cauldron, and Wuming appeared. He saw Long Xiaoshan putting away the Heaven-Building Cauldron and standing not far away.
Long Xiaoshan said: "Senior, you can leave."
Wuming was slightly startled, with a trance-like look in his eyes. He really had no restraints at this time. Long Xiaoshan let him go. He thought he would die, but he escaped again.
But at this time, Wuming didn't feel much joy in his heart.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the boundless sky. Although he survived, he knew that there was still a pair of invisible eyes above the heaven, overlooking all living beings. Did he truly survive if he escaped this disaster?
Did he really escape the punishment of fate?
He doesn't think so.
If he was young and fearless, he could get up no matter how many times he fell and start over again.
But he has experienced too much, and the more he understands, the more fearful and awe he becomes of this ruthless heaven. If he does not transcend, he will still be a speck of dust among all living beings. However, transcending is not easy, and his strength has been exhausted.
, knowing that with his own strength, he can only achieve this step at most. Even the energy of the entire Lingxu Star is on the verge of destruction, let alone just one person.
He does not accept his fate, but he must see the facts clearly.
If a person who has exhausted his strength still has a chance to fight against the will of heaven.
That's borrowed luck.
There is an old saying that once one attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Roosters and dogs do not have any innate luck, but because they follow the right master, they borrow the master's luck. After the master attains enlightenment, they also ascend to heaven and become enlightened.
Like him before, the souls of thousands of people actually had the function of accumulating their fortunes, and the fortunes of millions of people were attributed to him.
Now that his clone has been destroyed, it is futile to try again, because in such a great environment, it is difficult for even a Heavenly Lord to be born, so how can he accumulate luck?
Look around the world.
The only person he saw with the strongest destiny was Long Xiaoshan in front of him.
This person has unparalleled talent. He still achieves enlightenment in this incomplete Dao environment, and his luck is even stronger. Both he and Duanmu Ling are amazing figures who only appear in tens of millions of years, but they are still beaten by Long Xiaoshan.
Suppressing them one by one, this person's courage is even more rare and beyond imagination.
Wuming wants to borrow luck and fight against destiny.
In the current situation, there is no second thought, only Long Xiaoshan.
Wuming slowly exhaled and cupped his hands towards Long Xiaoshan: "The world now belongs to you, Longmen. The Lingxu Star is neither too small nor too big. Since I have sworn not to touch Longmen in fifty years, then this
In fifty years there will be nowhere to go, so please take him in."
Long Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a strange expression: "You want to join Longmen?"
To be honest, he had let Wu Ming go before, but he really had no intention of subduing Wu Ming because Wu Ming's origins were so great that he was the reincarnation of the Thousand Faced Bodhisattva. What kind of person was he? He was someone who was willing to be inferior to others, so he didn't even mention it.
That time, I just let him go.
Unexpectedly, Wuming actually offered to join Longmen, which made Long Xiaoshan feel a little suspicious.
"Yes, I have some selfish motives when I join the Dragon Sect. In the whole world, only the sect master's luck is as good as a rainbow. I am a person abandoned by fate. Only the sect master's destiny can save me from disaster."
