Super Asura System

Zhao Yiming walked on the street alone, and now this is a vicissitudes of life, many things are already different, and countless newcomers are emerging there.

Suddenly a voice came from his ear: "The system announces the final mission: the test of heaven. After the mission is completed, you will get the Asura status. If the mission fails, you will be directly obliterated, and everyone related to you will be obliterated together."

Zhao Yiming is completely unwavering at the moment, and he doesn't care what kind of tasks the system announces. Anyway, he has reached the current stage, and he has to go on no matter what.

He believes that his first test should be here. Although he doesn't know who it will be, he doesn't need to care about it. He still goes on step by step.

Suddenly the autumn wind became bleak, and the scene of the entire town changed. All pedestrians on the road disappeared, leaving only one person standing at the end of the street.

Zhao Yiming saw this man hehe, he didn't expect that it was Mu Bai who won that year, and he is still that way now, looking shrewd and capable.

He smiled and said: "I didn't expect that my first test was you. Back then, you were also considered the proud man of heaven. You were a person chosen by heaven. Thinking about it, this is normal."

Ying Mu Bai said with a gentle expression: "Heaven will always choose enough children of Destiny, let them fight here, just like raising Gu, and finally decide a real strong.

This is also true of our generation, but I didn't expect that an alien species came here, that is, you, a humane fellow. Unfortunately, everyone didn't know it at the time, and you eventually grew up.

Now that we are engaged in the final battle between heaven and man, whether we are the chess pieces of the heavens or the sons of the destiny chosen by him, we have no choice but to go on like this. "

Zhao Yiming gently shook the wooden staff in his hand and smiled coldly and said: "Everyone says that he is a man of the world, and everyone feels that he is the son of destiny. When he finally finds that he is a plaything of fate, isn't it? Feel sad?

It's my fate that I can't help it. Why do things of our human race need to be determined by the way of heaven? Why are we not in control of our own destiny.

The way of heaven is dead, and the way of humanity is in prosperity. This is an inevitable trend. Why should you be frustrated by the tiger? It is better to go back altogether, and everyone will be relaxed. "

Ying Mu Bai raised his head arrogantly and said: "I am a famous Young Master Zhan, and a real man of the day. How do you know that I will not be the last man of fate.

Now that those are meaningless, let us see the truth under our hands. Either you die or I die. There is no room for maneuver. "

He said that he flipped his hand, and the long sword appeared in his hand. Once he shot it, he would go to the same sword. If he wanted to go to the end with the opponent, the tricks were very harsh.

Zhao Yiming didn't use his magic weapon, but used a wooden staff to sway it at will. Now he has no tricks to win, and easily takes all the opponent's moves.

Win Mu Bai took the sword away, then looked around, a look of reluctance in his eyes, but it was more decisive.

He looked up to the sky again with a long roar, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed. This time he used the reluctant sword technique to explode a thousand times more power.

Zhao Yiming sighed softly. This is also a tragic character. If he hadn't appeared in the first place, maybe he could really become the protagonist, although this is very slim.

His wooden staff waved again, hitting the opponent's wrist with one stroke, and the long sword fell to the ground and then turned into fragments.

Ying Mu Bai's face turned pale, but there was a look of relief, just looking at him so quietly, and then his body exploded, and even his soul was annihilated between heaven and earth.

Zhao Yiming sighed again, wondering if it is worth it, but is it really important? Why can't you let go of everything.

He used the wooden stick to point to the ground again, and walked forward quietly, and then a little bit to the place where the opponent had disappeared, and a true spirit shot into the sky.

This true spirit will go through thousands of times of reincarnation. If his luck is really enough, he may achieve great deeds in a certain life, but if he can't give up his illusion of heaven, he can only become a chess piece after all.

Now his use of humanity has become more and more mature, and he can manipulate everything in this world into other worlds. As for whether he will become the protagonist of that world or continue to be the plaything of heaven, it depends on personal will.

The sentiment in his heart is deeper, still moving forward slowly step by step, and the town has changed back to its original appearance at this time, and it is still a song and dance.

He continued to walk forward like this again, and every step he walked was very stable, watching the sunrise and sunset on the horizon, many times he had forgotten something.

I came to the barren mountain again that day, saw a wisp of clear spring, quietly squatted there and took a sip of water to drink, it was really sweet and delicious.

At this time, a bell came over, and this copy of the morning bell and the evening drum meant that there was a temple here, and his heart had a trace of enlightenment again.

Slowly coming to the temple, there was the sound of love between men and women. In this quiet place of Buddhism, what I heard was bloody.

He just stepped forward and wanted to call the door, and the temple door opened by himself at this time, and a young nun walked out of it. The nun's face was full of smiles.

The little nun said in a soft voice: "Just now the abbot told me that an deceased was coming, so he asked me to come out to greet him, and ask my husband to come with me."

Zhao Yiming nodded, and followed the little nun inside. There were Yingying and Yanyan everywhere, where it was like a place of Buddhist cultivation, but it was like a place of pink powder.

Soon I came to the abbot's monastery, where the voice of love between men and women was even greater, and the little nun reported in a soft voice, and then let him in.

As expected, the abbot was Fayan monk, and now he is very old, with long white eyebrows hanging down to his chest.

He smiled slightly and said: "Counting that we have not seen each other for thousands of years, we still have the same demeanor today. I was convinced by you when we first met back then."

Zhao Yiming casually put the wooden staff aside, sat opposite him, and then waved his hand. All the little nuns went outside, but they all showed themselves, they turned out to be some paper people.

With a smile on his face, he said: "You are still a child, and you are pretending to be a slutty monk here. You clearly have not broken the rules and precepts, so why bother."

Monk Fayan smiled and shook his head, then pointed his finger at the sky, and then at his own heart.