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Chapter 643 Dawn Breaks
Boom—Boom—
Du Ye and the monk Huiming attacked each other recklessly.
Countless black, thread-like centipedes and tiny cicadas gnawed and scattered across the ground, their corpses piled up several meters high around the square, making it impossible for anyone to step on them.
At this moment, they no longer cared about their own defense.
Du Ye, in particular, had fought Wu Wang several times and naturally figured out that the strange ability to resonate with the Golden Cicada had a certain cooldown period.
We must take advantage of the moment when this bastard's abilities are restored to completely eliminate Monk Huiming.
Even if it leaves me riddled with wounds in the process, I'm willing to do it.
Because only the monk Huiming can truly harm me here.
Once he dies, even if he is very weak, he will be able to torture others to death!
"Huiming! I gave you your life! Why do you insist on opposing your father?" Duye's ferocious voice tried to influence the monk Huiming's mind: "We, father and son, can join forces and let the name of the Buddha govern the entire world!"
In response, Monk Huiming continued to gather more cicadas to carve holes in the black Buddha, saying calmly, "That was just a mistake you made. As a father, you failed in your duties. Now that things have come to this, there's no need to put on that hypocritical act of filial piety."
"Tonight, only one of us is destined to leave this place."
shhhhh--
The black silken centipede pierced a bloody hole in the shoulder of the monk Huiming, and the cicada in his hand also pierced through the chest of the black Buddha, revealing the withered body of Duye.
As the cicada drew closer to the monk Huiming, the tremors inside Duye's abdomen intensified.
Even without the influence of Wu Wang's [Source Code Engine], Du Ye was still suffering terribly at this moment.
hum-
That familiar, excruciating pain returned once again.
Wu Wang's skills are off cooldown!
Pain, accompanied by a feeling of powerlessness, enveloped my limbs and bones.
In this silent understanding, Monk Huiming immediately seized the opportunity to completely tear open the Black Buddha's chest.
Rang Duye's emaciated and inhuman state was revealed to everyone.
Seeing Du Ye's true appearance, the players below also felt a wave of nausea.
This is not how a Buddha should behave.
He's clearly a deformed monster!
Amidst the intense pain, Du Ye slowly raised his head.
No longer looking through the eyes of the black Buddha, but looking directly at the monk Huiming, who was also shrouded in black mist, yet did not appear eerie or intimidating.
The opponent is becoming increasingly adept at mastering the power at an extremely rapid pace, and even its attraction to the cicada is gradually increasing.
Originally, their control over the power of vows in this underground Buddhist kingdom was only slightly inferior to his own, but now they are completely evenly matched.
In addition, there's that bastard who hides and plots against me from time to time.
Du Ye knew very well that if this protracted war continued, his chances of winning would only decrease.
But he was unwilling to accept it!
Everything I want is just one step away!
He felt like a monkey trying to climb to the sky and scoop up the moon, just a hair's breadth away from touching the moon he longed for.
Unfortunately, it was already dawn.
"Since...since I can't have it..."
Du Ye's face, which was exposed from the black Buddha's chest, became increasingly frenzied, and his abdomen swelled up like a drum and was even writhing, as if something was about to burst out of his body.
"Then nobody gets it!"
"Stay here with me forever!"
He roared and howled to the sky.
In an instant, the massive black Buddha, already riddled with holes, collapsed with a deafening roar.
No, rather than collapsing, it was more like all the black silk centipedes were completely scattered and frantically poured into various parts of the underground Buddhist kingdom.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this, thinking that Du Ye had given up in despair.
Then he realized something was wrong.
The black threads sealing the entrance to the underground Buddhist cave have not unfurled!
Du Ye had no intention of letting them go!
The fact that those centipedes burrowed into every inch of the soil in the underground Buddhist kingdom in such a frenzied manner would result in the complete collapse of the geological structure here!
At that time, everyone will be buried deep underground!
That would probably be a true catastrophe.
"Quickly think of a way to stop these damned centipedes!" The magic orb in Ruoshui's hand flashed frantically.
One after another, gravity-defying water spheres enveloped the surrounding black silken centipedes.
Fortress's hands danced wildly in the void before him, leaving afterimages, as if he were typing on a keyboard until it was almost smoking. The veins on his temples bulged and throbbed, and his bloodshot eyes clearly showed that he had pushed his abilities to the limit in an instant.
The pebbles on the ground frantically closed in, squeezing and enveloping the centipede.
Passion fruit and mugs also took out various props with limited and wide-range effects, and threw them out wildly with a pained expression.
As a body-refining player, Jinxin felt a little frustrated.
All he could do was swing the heavy hammer in his hand and keep smashing the centipede like he was playing whack-a-mole.
Whether it was because they were pieced together from the black Buddha or because they were damaged by the monk Huiming, these black silk centipedes did not seem as powerful as before.
Perhaps it's because the power of will is something that accumulates little by little to become powerful.
When these centipedes are pressed together, they resemble a tightly twisted rope. However, when they separate into individual stem fibers, they are no longer so indestructible.
Players' abilities can indeed influence and limit the centipedes they come into contact with.
Unfortunately, there were far too many centipedes.
Even though they were working hard, the number of centipedes they managed to trap was only a drop in the ocean.
If this were a secret chamber or a library, they might actually be able to turn the tide.
Unfortunately, this is an underground Buddhist kingdom.
It was so vast that when you looked up you couldn't see the dome, and when you looked straight ahead you couldn't see the end.
Listening to the cracking sounds of centipedes destroying the surrounding walls, and with pieces of rubble constantly falling from above, it seemed as if the underground Buddhist kingdom could collapse at any moment.
A sense of despair rose in everyone's hearts.
"This humble monk will not grant your wish!"
"Duye! Your evil deeds end here!"
Just then, Monk Huiming roared and charged forward.
They arrived before the Dharma wheel, which had originally hung above the black Buddha's head but had now fallen to the ground—a cocoon symbolizing the Way of Heaven.
He opened his mouth and bit down hard on his wrist.
The skin and flesh were instantly torn open, and even the blood vessels ruptured immediately, with a large amount of blood gushing out from the wound.
Everyone who saw it felt their scalp tingle.
It's really a bit frightening to be this ruthless to yourself...
Only Wu Wang, who was in mid-air, raised an eyebrow and praised, "Good bite, brother! The force of that bite was precise. I think you're also a master of suicide! We should exchange tips sometime."
These words made Wusheng, who was being held by Wu Xiaoyou, anxious. He hurriedly said to Wu Wang, "Benefactor! What is Master going to do! Is there any way to save Master?"
Hearing this, Wu Wang shrugged, shook his head, and asked, "Little bald guy, do you know what the antonym of suicide is?"
Wusheng: "?"
Wu Wang said with a smile, "The opposite of suicide is—don't save me."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw the monk Huiming suck on the wound with his mouth, instantly filling his mouth with blood.
Then it sprayed the cocoon of the Heavenly Dao Insect.
puff--
When his blood reflected a crimson hue on the surface of the Heavenly Dao worm cocoon, all the centipedes that had burrowed into the soil seemed to stop wriggling.
The pale-faced monk Huiming placed his bleeding hand on the cocoon, and cicadas, stained with his blood, burrowed into it one by one. Hiss—
The centipedes poked their heads out of the soil and frantically followed the cocoon, preventing the already crumbling underground Buddhist kingdom from deteriorating further.
In an instant, this enormous Heavenly Dao cocoon became a breeding ground for centipedes.
Everyone, including Du Ye, was stunned.
What did the monk Huiming do?!
puff-
In that instant, the cicada inside Du Ye's belly, which had been struggling and stretching his skin to its limit, finally saw the light of day again amidst a burst of blood.
"No! Don't go! You are mine!" Du Ye's mouth was gushing out a lot of foul blood. His hands kept grabbing the intestines that were flowing out of his abdomen and stuffing them back in. He also wanted to grab the cicada and put it back into his body.
However, the cicada crawled towards the monk Huiming's location without looking back, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground as it was stained with Duye's blood.
Du Ye was left lying on the ground, wailing like an old man who was powerless to change anything.
At this moment, everyone finally understood what the monk Huiming was doing.
“Master…Master he…”
Wusheng said, trembling, "He saw himself as food, didn't he..."
The cicada is most fond of obsession.
Kongbei initially tried to attract Jinchan with those so-called Buddhist pilgrims who were actually full of obsessions.
The monk Huiming is now doing the same thing.
The black-threaded centipede, which was created from the power of the cicada's will, is naturally the same.
They were not following the orders of the monk Huiming; they were simply driven by instinct to greedily devour the blood flowing from the monk Huiming after breaking free from Duye's control.
It crawled out of the soil and was then dragged into the cocoon of the Heavenly Dao Insect by the cicada.
However, centipedes are only attracted to blood.
Jin Chan, however, was heading straight for the monk Huiming himself.
It wanted to build a nest inside the abdomen of the monk Huiming, just like it had done with the parasite Duye before.
The cicada was getting closer and closer.
However, the monk Huiming showed no fear or greed in his eyes.
Instead, a sense of relief arose in his expression.
Looking up at Wusheng, who was crying and shouting in the distance, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Wusheng. Although monks don't lie, I may have to break my promise this time."
He realized this the moment he learned that he had won the salvation by drawing out the golden cicada from its body—
I can't leave.
Once he leaves this underground Buddhist kingdom, he will probably eventually become a monster who only wants to collect the power of wishes.
Since that's the case, then I might as well let myself and Du Ye perish here together.
Under his control, the remaining cicadas swarmed towards the cave entrance, tearing a hole through the black silken centipedes that blocked it.
“Benefactor Wei, Benefactor Hua, please take Wusheng away.”
"This humble monk is deeply grateful."
After saying this, Monk Huiming sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and waited for the cicada to enter his body.
After everyone else leaves, he will destroy the geological structure of the entire underground Buddhist kingdom, just like he did with Du Ye earlier.
Let all these sins be buried under the dust.
Da da—
However, just as Monk Huiming closed his eyes, what landed in front of him before Jin Chan was a series of hurried footsteps.
Feeling the small body embrace her, she opened her eyes and saw Wusheng hugging her, wiping his snot and tears on his monk's robe.
He cried out, "Master... Master..."
"Wusheng... Wusheng wants to take you out with him... We still need to rebuild Cibei Temple... We also need to go down the mountain and eat lots and lots of candied hawthorns..."
This scene moved the monk Huiming deeply.
With trembling hands, he touched Wusheng's head and said, "Wusheng, if you eat too many candied hawthorns, your teeth will get cavities."
He then looked up at Wu Wang, sighed, and said, "Benefactor, please do not betray this humble monk's trust..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Wang covered his ears with his hands and said shamelessly:
"Hey, I'm not listening, I'm not listening, you're just talking nonsense."
This scene not only left the monk Huiming feeling helpless, but also the players.
This guy is going crazy again.
As the cicada drew closer and closer, Monk Huiming seemed to grow anxious.
He desperately wanted to say something.
But then she saw Wusheng in her arms release her, tears and snot still hanging on his tender face, yet with a determined expression, he walked step by step toward the bloodied cicada.
"Wu Sheng! Don't touch it!"
At the monk Huiming's exclamation, Wu Wang interrupted, "If you let me take care of the child, even the most beautiful flower of the motherland will be turned into a poppy. You should handle this kind of trouble yourself."
"Furthermore, Huiming, you don't need to be too protective of Wusheng. A towering tree that can thrive in a storm can't be grown in a greenhouse."
"He is stronger than you think."
Upon hearing Wu Wang's words, Huiming looked on in disbelief.
Wusheng stood between him and Jinchan, like a child catching cicadas in the woods in summer, bending down and grabbing Jinchan in his hand.
Turning to Monk Huiming, he said apologetically:
"Master, I also want to apologize to you."
"Wusheng may break the precept against killing."
After saying that, he slowly brought his hands together.
The cicada in its hand emitted painful chirping and howling; its pure, unattached soul was like a red-hot iron to it.
It struggled to break free from Wusheng's control, only to find that it could not generate any willpower in Wusheng's hands.
The source of evil that enabled Du Ye, a mere mortal, to create such a situation was nothing more than an ordinary cicada in the hands of this weak child who couldn't even kill a chicken.
It can stir up storms in the world.
Yet they could not escape this tiny space.
As the cicada struggled, chanting arose all around, and golden light shone brightly in Wusheng's hand.
call--
Finally, at the peak of its chirping, the cicada completely lost its vitality.
Finally, the translucent amber insect body, which resembled a work of art, turned into a hard, grayish-white stone.
Seeing this, Wusheng lifted him high and slammed him heavily to the ground.
boom!
It was like a heavy stone falling from everyone's hearts.
The cicada was completely shattered into small pebbles scattered all over the ground.
In a daze, the once dark and sunless dome of this underground Buddhist kingdom seemed to be lit up again with thousands of lotus lanterns.
A ray of dawn broke through the darkness and shone on the bell tower of Cibei Temple, finally bringing an end to the seemingly endless night.
Wusheng muttered to himself:
"Master, it's dawn."
Are we still having morning classes today?
His Buddha is never elsewhere.
And in dressing and eating, in interacting with others, in the thoughts and intentions we have… (End of Chapter)