How many people still remember what I said before — all the worlds that Eight-cloud Ink has traveled through will leave a mark in Jianmu and will gradually be integrated into the world system with Jianmu as the center.
And if Eight-cloud Ink itself is in that world, this process will be greatly accelerated.
Okay, then how many people remember when Yui and the others were missing, Eight-cloud Ink traveled through many worlds?
Although most of them were useless worlds, there were one or two worlds that were so powerful that even Eight-cloud Ink didn't dare to enter at that time.
And since there were so many powerful people in these worlds, did those guys who could destroy the world really not notice that Eight-cloud Ink had appeared before?
If I say no, you will definitely kill me …
So, if you still can't figure out which world it is, then I can be sure of one thing — you really haven't watched the Thunderbolt series.
But that doesn't matter, because how can I, the Forsaken Heavenly Emperor, forsaken the President, forsaken the boss forever!
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"Puchi —!!!"
When Nu Liang Lu Sheng pulled out the Omikihimaru in his hand from the chest of the last standing Buddhist soldier on the battlefield, he, who was covered in blood, looked indifferently at the opponent on the ground.
As far as the eye could see, there was not a single standing enemy on the entire battlefield.
"Young master! Is young master okay? "
Jichuan Bingli ran to Nu Liang Lu Sheng in a panic and looked worriedly at Nu Liang Lu Sheng, who was covered in blood.
"I'm fine …"
Putting the Omikihimaru on his shoulder, Lu Sheng turned his head and looked at Eight-cloud Ink who came to his side.
"… Yo, Yakumo, now we're even!"
Eight-cloud Ink pursed her lips and didn't care about the blood on Lu Sheng's body. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Speaking of which, when your Yakumo Lan found me and asked us to help, I was shocked. I thought you guys were so powerful, why would you need our NuLiang-gumi — so this is the situation."
Lu Sheng looked at the Buddhist soldiers on the battlefield.
These ordinary members were not strong individually, but their numbers were too large.
Under such circumstances, their Nuliang Group's Night of a Hundred Ghosts would be of great help.
Eight-cloud Ink took a deep breath. Although they wanted to say that they had won, but —
He raised his head to look at the sky.
The people led by Purple were fighting fiercely with six of the Twelve Heavenly Guardians and the Four Heavenly Sisters.
The trajectory of the stars was completely disrupted, and the canopy covering the courtyard was also shattered. If not for Violet distorting the sun's rays, a vampire like Leticia would have long turned into ashes in the sunlight.
The most important thing now was to help Big Sister and the others defeat the Twelve Heavenly Guardians and the Four Heavenly Kings of the Buddhist Sect after dealing with the invasion of the surface.
Eight-cloud Ink turned around after seeing that the Demon Gods had completely suppressed the Four Heavenly Kings with the help of Ikaros.
Hastia, Loki, Ares, and the others arrived at the same time.
"… I am very grateful for your help."
"Hmph! Yui, that child, is still my family! Since you are her father, of course the great Hastia will help when you are in trouble! "
Loki's eyes twitched when he saw the loli proudly standing with her hands on her hips and her chest out.
In the Buried City, the Gods could not use their divine power at will due to the rules there, but it was different in the courtyard.
Although the battle just now was just bullying a group of weak Buddhist soldiers, Hastia and the other Gods from the Buried City still enjoyed the long-awaited feeling of using their divine power at will.
"… Uh-huh, compared to watching the children fight, it is more satisfying to do it myself!"
Ares happily stretched out his hand and patted Eight-cloud Ink's shoulder. The great force made the latter roll his eyes.
"You are still the same, Ares … Forget it, now is not the time to reminisce. Hastia, Loki, Ares, I need you to help Big Sister and the others with me."
"No problem!"
Ares clenched his fists and slammed them together.
"Let me see the difference between the Gods of this world and our world!"
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Led by Mahesvara, the Gods of Buddhism who had forced their way to the Lower Realm were getting gloomier and gloomier.
Although the battle with Violet and the others was very fierce, the situation below was still under their control at all times.
"… Bastard, you want to stall us first, then prioritize eliminating the ones below, and then turn around and besiege the main force?"
"Ah, that's it. There is no conspiracy, but an open and aboveboard scheme. What are you going to do?"
Violet's One Parasol deflected Mahesvara's spear, then pulled away and smiled elegantly.
The power of Buddhism and the power of Realms collided fiercely in the air, tearing the atmosphere apart.
"Why don't you call for help? Is it because you are worried that if you continue to send your people over, the courtyard will collapse in advance, or because … you have internal strife, and now you can't call for help? "
Faced with Violet's teasing, Mahesvara put away her spear and remained silent.
At this time, with a few whistling sounds, Eight-cloud Ink brought Hastia, Loki, and Ares to the sky.
"Big Sister, the matter below has been settled."
"… Well, very good. After this matter is settled, we will reward Mo 'er for sleeping with us!"
Hastia and Loki immediately cast disdainful glances at Eight-cloud Ink, while Ares's eyes flashed as he looked back and forth between Eight-cloud Ink and Violet.
"Big Sister … Now is not the time to play daily …"
"Ah, could it be that Mo 'er hates us? I'm so sad … Cry … "
"If you're really sad, then cry. Don't add the word 'cry' at the end of your words!"
She waved her paper fan.
"I say … Shouldn't we take care of the guys on the other side first?"
Isa Leah Sheva broke into a cold sweat and interrupted the lovey-dovey daily between the siblings, pointing at Mahesvara and the others who had a dark expression on their faces.
"It's okay, play to your heart's content, because this is your last chance …"
Mahesvara suddenly laughed.
Eight-cloud Ink and the others suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Haven't you noticed? The Path to Heaven Bestowal Game hasn't ended yet … "
"Could, could it be!!???"
[Bestowal Game Name: The Rod To Paradise]
[Contestant Overview: All lives in UnderWood that meet the trial conditions]
[Contestant Defeat Conditions: 1. Everyone dies in battle. 2. Fail to reach the end point and complete the victory conditions after the trial ends]
[Contestant Victory Conditions: Succeed in delivering all living beings from torment and enlightening the world]
[Organizer Victory Conditions: Succeed in stopping the contestants from completing the victory conditions before the trial ends]
[Remark: 1. If the contestant is defeated, all contestants will belong to the organizer after the game ends. 2. Contestants who do not meet the conditions will automatically belong to the organizer once they are drawn into the game and become the organizer's pawns]
[Oath: Respect the above, based on the honor, flag, and organizer's authority, host the Bestowal Game]
[Seal of the Sacred Mountain Temple]
Only those who meet the trial conditions can participate in the game. Those who do not meet the conditions will be forced to become pawns of Buddhism.
Eight-cloud Ink's face suddenly turned pale.
At the same time, on the ground, Monk Sanzang, who had been hiding in the dark all this time, revealed a smug smile.
PS: About the chapters I still owe … Cough, cough, cough, I remember! I really remember! I'm not trying to bluff my way out of this!
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