The incarnation flows into it, the empty bookshelf still exists, but the incarnation has disappeared.

But from this moment on, there were a series of groans of pain and torture in the cave.

After listening carefully, the sound came from the bookshelf that swallowed up the incarnation and flowed light, and it seemed like a world in the bookshelf.

The remaining id Li Shaoyang sat cross-legged on the ground, with an evil expression, but his face began to turn pale, and he also coughed from his mouth.

"Boy, although you are half of your flesh and blood, but you are connected with flesh and blood. If that half of your flesh and blood dies, the half you left will also be severely damaged. Why are you doing this?"

Mo Xiaoxian couldn't understand Li Shaoyang's thoughts, and he couldn't understand them very much.

Li Shaoyang smiled coldly, saying nothing, saying nothing, his pale face was very sick, but there was a deep madness brewing deep in his eyes. Only that touch of madness was the real Li Shaoyang, and the real boldness of Li Shaoyang.

Mo Xiaoxian could not have imagined that Li Shaoyang was carrying out a crazy plan that even countless monks in the Pure Land of Saha would not dare to make.

This plan is to give birth to the Ming King.

What is the Ming King?

The King of Ming is the incarnation of the Buddha's anger. The so-called anger is not just anger, but contains all dark negative emotions such as anger, sorrow, evil, greed, murderous intent, etc.

People who practice Buddhism emphasize wisdom and clarity. The word "pure" most is the word "生" the most dislike and fear the most is the word "evil".

"Evil" is actually the dark side of human beings.

People who practice Buddhism often fear the word "evil" as if they were like tigers, and they talked about evil spirits. They were afraid that a little "evil" would be contaminated with their own clarity, add karma, and destroy their practice. Only the powerful power of the Buddha could perfectly control "evil" and separate the "evil" from themselves to form the incarnation of the King of Ming.

Therefore, the Ming King represents the most terrifying combat power in the Buddha world.

Li Shaoyang used the Buddha's talisman to comprehend the 832 precious Saha scriptures. Compared with the vast Buddhist teachings, although it was a drop in the ox and a drop in the ocean, he also understood the truth that all his evils could not be eliminated. If he were in normal times, he would never have imagined that he could forge the incarnation of the Ming King.

However, when he saw the eight death kills, it was different.

Before death, people will inevitably expose all kinds of negative emotions, madness, fear, anger, or hysteria. After experiencing the eight deaths, all hidden evils will be completely exposed.

This is an opportunity!

Half of flesh and blood body has gone through eight deaths. If the last half of flesh and blood body can still survive even a piece of fragment, it will be the seed of the incarnation of the Ming King.

At the same time, it can also solve the mystery of eight bookshelf's mystery. It can be said that it is a trick of killing two birds with one stone.

However, if things succeed, there will inevitably be failure.

If you fail, the result will inevitably be extremely tragic. Not only will you lose half of your flesh and blood, but you will also destroy the root of your body. Even if you make up for it, your lifelong cultivation will stagnate forever. The ancient bloodline has become a joke.

This is a big gamble, and anyone will not do such gambling. Anyway, if you don’t unravel the mystery of the Eight Deaths, you can continue to grow against the will of heaven. Why do you still have to bet?

However, this is Li Shaoyang, the real Li Shaoyang. Li Shaoyang, who is brave and not afraid of reincarnation.

In fact, his true greatest reliance is the great marble.

A death is a cycle of reincarnation. A illness is an eternal torture.

Li Shaoyang, sitting cross-legged, seemed to have practiced closed-mouthedness, kept coughing, and his face was as pale as paper. As time went by, he became weaker and weaker, as if he was terminally ill and was about to pass away at any time.

Mo Xiaoxian couldn't help but project it to Li Shaoyang, looking at the eight bookshelfs, and then looking at Li Shaoyang, scratching his head in a hurry.

I couldn't help it anymore, Mo Xiaoxian roared angrily: "Boy, what do you want to do? If you die, who will help me find the fragments? Don't forget the agreement between us."

Li Shaoyang opened his eyelids with difficulty and said in a weak voice: "Don't worry, I can't die, I'm going to be hard."

After saying this, he shut up again and tried hard to closely resonate with the incarnation body who was experiencing a truly mortality.

I don’t know how long it took, but a kind of weakness that was almost as dead suddenly appeared on Li Shaoyang’s body, and he fell to the ground and trembled. On his face, he still had an excited smile.

When Mo Xiaoxian was anxious, another black air suddenly escaped from Li Shaoyang's body.

The black gas actually looked like a demon, but it was not a demon. It was extremely strange. There were sad crying, angry roars, and exciting roars during the killing.

The black air scattered strangely in the void around him, and even Mo Xiaoxian couldn't see where they went.

However, Li Shaoyang, who had removed this layer of black energy, jumped up from the ground as if he was nirvana, his face was red and his expression was excited. How could he look like he was dying before?

Mo Xiaoxian also began to be strange at this time and asked suspiciously: "Boy, be honest, are you practicing some strange Buddhist techniques? Don't you want me to know?"

"It's not that you don't know, it's because you're afraid that you will be stopped by saying it. So when I'm done, you will know. Hehe, it's one-eighth now."

Li Shaoyang laughed excitedly and suddenly shouted: "Incarnate, after suffering from illness, let's try the taste of disaster and death."

Just after yelling this sentence, the second of the eight bookshelf suddenly vibrated.

On the ground in the cave, layers of burning flames appeared strangely, flooding Li Shaoyang.

Mo Xiaotian was shocked and said, "Earth fire burns! Where does the earth fire come from? This is in the deep sea."

Mo Xiaoxian already felt that he was going crazy. He had seen someone crazy, and had never seen Li Shaoyang so crazy or so bold.

He actually tried the taste of death again and again, struggling on the edge of death again and again, as if death really had some taste that attracted him, making him know the taste.

Eight strange deaths, eight self-abuse struggles.

Boom!

Lightning suddenly emerged in the cave, and eight bookshelfs exploded at the same time, bursting into powder.

Li Shaoyang's self-self body turned over and stood up, his face calm, as calm as water, and there was no waves in the ancient well.

Mo Xiaoxian turned into a projection and stared at the eight bookshelfs that exploded until the light disappeared, and he did not see Li Shaoyang's incarnation.

"It's over, it's really over. Half of this kid's body is really over. The future is ruined, and the future is ruined. The ancient bloodline cannot help him protect his future." Mo Xiaoxian had the heart to die.

Li Shaoyang's future is destroyed, and his cultivation will probably never improve again. He will never be able to regain fragments of the wordless heavenly book in the future.

Anger surged into my heart, and Mo Xiaoxian roared loudly, deafeningly: "Li Shaoyang, you little brat, no matter how bold you are, you can't be so aggressive. Look at yourself now, your life is weak and your spiritual energy is greatly damaged. I'm so angry that I'm so angry."

Li Shaoyang let Mo Xiaoxian roar violently, his expression was still Gujing Wubo, and a faint smile always hung on the corner of his mouth. When he looked closely, there seemed to be a kind of excitement and ecstasy in his quiet eyes.

"Boy, why don't you speak? You can save it if you don't speak? Now you know you regret it? Hey, no, what is that?"

Mo Xiaoxian was still roaring and scolding unwillingly.

Suddenly, in the calm cave, ripples in the space were automatically rippled without wind, gently, and with the naked eye, the ripples were blowing like a light breeze blowing over the lake.

A little red light suddenly flashed out, and in an instant, a violent anger burst out, as if a violent sea tide was pouring in. In a few breaths, the entire cave filled the entire cave. In the calm cave, it seemed that a peerless evil demon was about to come.

"What is that? It's so fierce, is it a ferocious beast? No, why does it have the flesh and blood smell of this stinky brat?" Mo Xiaoxian exclaimed in surprise.

When the red light flashed to the extreme, it was as dazzling as starlight. It was as small as soybeans. There was a violent flame surging around the red light. It suddenly stopped in front of Li Shaoyang, and it silenced and exploded, and it also had the flesh and blood aura of Li Shaoyang, but it represented two extremes.

Li Shaoyang couldn't help but feel excited, "I've bet right. Haha, Mo Xiaoxian, I'm about to let you see how much I've been betting on."

Li Shaoyang laughed loudly, and the flashing red light in front of him was the incarnation he had separated, the remaining fragments after experiencing the eight deaths.

Just one piece of fragment is enough.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

Before Mo Xiaoxian could react, the red light suddenly became more fierce and continued to expand, from small to large, and turned into a two-foot figure wrapped in tyrannical flames.

The strong body was naked, and the muscles were like knife and axe, and even more like hard stones raised on the cliff, full of explosive aura of violence, and red runes flashed on each muscle.

On his face, his eyes widened, his expression was angrily and ferocious, and his evil spirit was like an incarnation of an angry god.

"What is this? Why is it so similar to the Ming King?" Mo Xiaoji was stunned for a moment, his eyes were horrified.

"You are right! I am the King of Ming!" The loud voice of the phantom of the phantom was like thunder.

Boom! Boom!

The voice was filled with a terrifying and fierce aura.

"How is this possible? What is this? It is rumored that in the Buddha's realm, only the seven Buddhas have the Ming King. Your Buddhist practice has reached the Golden Elixir Realm, and it is billions of miles away from the Buddha's cultivation level. How can you cultivate the Ming King?"

Mo Xiaoxian could not believe this fact at all.

"You are right! Even the most powerful monk in the Pure Land of Saha, it is impossible to cultivate a Ming Wang. However, I did it." Li Shaoyang was extremely proud and his expression could not hide his pride.

At this moment, he is the super talent who is the best in the world.

Although Mo Xiaoxian's memory was not complete, his mentality was still extremely calm. After being shocked, he quickly calmed down. He watched the incarnation of the Phantom King, and suddenly seemed to recall something.

"No, even if my memory is blurred, I will not be able to remember the Ming King. The so-called Ming King incarnation is not complete. It is rumored that the seven Ming Kings in the Buddha world all have three heads and six arms, billions of feet in their bodies, and each of them holds the immortal weapon of the reincarnation. Your Ming King incarnation not only does not have three heads and six arms, but also does not have the immortal weapon of the reincarnation, and even the body is just a phantom. What is this?"...
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