"Break!"

A low shout came from Xicheng's mouth. Then, a broken voice came, and the chain representing the rules immediately cracked open. The little monk broke free from it, but his golden body was broken, his Buddha's heart was lost, and his whole body seemed a little confused.

The next moment, hundreds of bronze chains appeared directly from the sky, turning into hundreds of bronze giant pythons, spewing out the world-destroying lava and whistling down.

The Buddha's kingdom is turbulent, and the Pure Land is in trouble!

Although he had previously killed hundreds of thousands of monk soldiers with one finger, Xicheng still didn't want to see this Pure Land of Buddha Kingdom destroyed by himself.

Xicheng turned into blood mist all over the sky, and drifted directly towards the hundreds of bronze pythons. Wherever the blood mist reached, the bronze python immediately let out a wail, and then turned into blue smoke and dissipated. In a short while, hundreds of bronze pythons were actually destroyed.

This is a challenge to the rules, a resistance to the rules. Now it seems that Xicheng has completely gained the upper hand in this confrontation;

In the Buddha's Kingdom, countless monks looked at the soul-sucking scene in the sky, sat cross-legged and recited scriptures. The Buddha's lights blessed the young monk. The young monk who was almost lost consciousness had recovered some of his true nature at this time. After reciting the entire Buddha's fruit, he returned to the front of the main hall. The body of the holy Buddha had collapsed, the heart of the holy Buddha had fallen, and the little monk was only left with an empty skin;

Xicheng looked at the little monk beside him, looked at the one in front of him again, and finally chose to shake his head, disappeared directly, leaving this plane world.

He could choose to continue ringing the bell desperately. The saint of the Chinese team was not actually taken seriously by Xi Cheng. Although the other party had the courage to stand up and block his first wave of bells, he was also slightly surprised.

The reason why Xicheng chose to give up and continue ringing the bell was very simple. He could withstand the backlash of the power of rules, but others could not withstand it. The young monk could not withstand it, and the Pure Land of Buddha could not withstand it. If he continued to ring the bell alone, then as long as he left here and as long as he was not here, this Buddha land would immediately suffer from the anger of the Lord God.

Originally, he wanted to forcefully wake Qiye up in advance, but eventually gave up halfway. Xicheng was in a bad mood. He left the Pure Land of Buddha. He tore open a void and entered a deserted starry sky. He sat alone on a dilapidated meteorite. Seeing the surrounding gravel floating around, he unconsciously felt helplessness and unwillingness to flip in his heart.

How many times have you been standing at the peak of this world of reincarnation again and again, but you still can't escape the power of reincarnation. Maybe it won't take long. Everything will start again, and you will return to the human world. Return to the so-called real world, walk your own experience again, and re-schedule your own story until a certain period of time, and wake up the memories that were hidden because of reincarnation, and then continue to walk on what you will do in each reincarnation. Push open the door and shake the rules of the Lord God in the alternation of reincarnation.

In fact, there are still effects. I don’t know how many reincarnations have been gone. The main god’s rule power has actually been weakened a lot. At least, for Xicheng, the current rule power has no longer had much restraint on him. The god Xicheng felt that he could try to resist the rules of reincarnation this time.

But, so what can this happen?

The main god space is still the main god space;

I seem to be powerful, but I am still like an ant, playing the trick of shaking a big tree.

For a moment, all kinds of negative emotions such as decadence, loneliness, disappointment, etc. began to appear in Xicheng's body and mind.

...

In the living room, Xiao Mengyu sat on a high-legged chair, facing the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in her hand and constantly smearing colors. In the drawing paper, a strange and handsome oriental young man lay on a meteorite full of deep pits, surrounded by star garbage.

Xiao Mengyu painted thick layers of colors around the picture, making the painting look more depressing and deep, making people feel decadent and depressed.

"Hehe..." Xiao Mengyu smiled while painting, as if she had brought great fun to herself from this painting.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew, blowing the drawing paper;

The doors and windows of the living room are closed, where does the wind come from?

How can the drawing paper be scraped up by a row of clips?

However, some things do not seem to be very reasonable.

The drawing paper flew up, and it flew into the goldfish pond swayingly. After the drawing paper was soaked in water, the color on the previous one began to fade away by the water and became lighter. The painting style became light and fresh at this time. The young man was still lying on a meteorite, but he seemed very chic and natural. The goldfish pond had an oxygen supply machine, and a series of bubbles were hit on the drawing paper. The drawing paper began to shake, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

...

"Monk, are you okay?"

Xiao Xuan and Monk Qiye sat on the steps of the Lord God's altar together.

"It's not good, I feel that I'm almost unable to suppress it." Monk Qiye had a serious look on his face, "It seems that it's because I'm a little too attached to illusion. This heart is difficult to obey after all."

"Are you deliberately suppressing your own realm?"

"Amitabha."

"Actually there is no need for that."

"No, I think it is necessary. I reincarnate seven times, so I understand a truth. Every life is actually a new self. Once I accept the memory from my previous life, then this self will become impure. It is equivalent to that the current I am dead. If a person, a wise life, is changed, what is the difference between killing him?"

"It's really no difference." Xiao Xuan leaned back and simply lay on the steps of the main god altar.

"The next mission world is going to face the Gods Team."

"That's right."

"Actually, captain, you want to face the Gods team head-on, right?"

"Haha, I can't escape, nor can I escape."

"If that person is not here, we actually have a great chance."

"The Gods Squad seems even more inexplicable because of that person, but even without that person, the Gods Squad is still extremely powerful, definitely much stronger than the Vatican Squad."

"If the opponent is not strong, then what else is there?"

"Monk, this is not like your style."

"Amitabha, Xiao, I decided that I would cut off all connections with my previous life. If I had to live for the previous life in every life, it would be boring."

"It's up to you, you can find me if you need help."

"If you have free reward points in your hand, please help me exchange it for the time to return to the mission world of "Inception" in the world. I will bury my previous life in that world." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!