I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"The details are really in place!" Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the monster that suddenly emerged from the ground!

Can't help but give the game maker a thumbs up!

"If all the game makers in the Federation are of this level... He Chou can't take money out of my pocket!" He sighed.

Unfortunately, there seems to be no recharge channel for this nightmare legend.

That's a bit of a pity.

"Outsiders!" One of the huge Xu Dela's head hung down, and a figure hidden in the shadow said: "Get out of here! Otherwise... I don't mind, let my laboratory have one more test item!"

"NPCs can actually talk?" Ling Ping'an was taken aback: "Is it a cutscene? Isn't it like that?"

He quickly contacted the official and got an answer: The Nightmare Legend game adopts the latest artificial intelligence algorithm, which realizes the intelligence and anthropomorphism of the game characters, and can interact with the players. The behavior and choices of the players may also affect the NPCs!

"Gan!" Ling Ping'an couldn't help but said in his heart, "Is there such an advanced one?"

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the Federal Empire really may have such technological strength!

Because the previous federal centers have always been the most willing to spend money on education and scientific research.

In the annual budget, education and research expenditures are items that are known as "not allowed to cut a dime".

Even in the midst of an economic crisis, the federal center would rather cut military expenditures and cut royal expenditures than spend a dime in education and scientific research.

Because whoever moves will step down!

Thinking like this, Lingping no longer doubts.

"A little boss dares to speak out!" He sneered in his heart.

But in order to maintain his image and fit the culture and tradition of the game, his face was still as plain as water.

He just slapped his head and said, "Amitabha, the donor has made an appearance!"

While speaking, he has quietly consumed 20,000 Nightmare Points to light up the new skills in the skill bar.

And the Nightmare Points he finally earned was instantly reduced to single digits.

"I will use you to sacrifice the flag!" Lingping thought, and continued to walk forward.

The whole person has a solemn appearance, and the indescribable compassion is sacred.

And as he moved forward, golden lotus blossoms bloomed from under his feet.

Wherever they passed, the smashed and flattened skeletons of the dead were all covered by this sacred lotus.

Flowers composed of Buddha lights fell from the sky.

Ling Ping Ping sang softly: "Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground! Good! Good!"

So, one after another, twisted and painful shadows floated up from those bones.

They roared and struggled in pain.

In the end, in the golden lotus and the Buddha's light, the black mist on the body was washed away little by little.

Pain and resentment gradually dissipated.

Their distorted figures gradually returned to normal.

Then, these souls suddenly understood something, looked at Ling Ping'an collectively, and sang their heads together: "My Buddha is merciful, saves all sentient beings, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha on the ground!"

In the beginning, only these souls were chanting.

But, slowly, in the sound of their singing, the stones in the ground jumped out piece by piece.

With a stone mouth, he began to speak: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Then there are the grasses and wildflowers on the ground.

Their stems, leaves and flower bones also opened their mouths, and recited holy and devout: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

In the end, even the clouds in the sky seemed to have a mouth: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

…………………………

Chu slightly widened his eyes and watched, the burly figure of the senior monk, like King Kong Ming Wang, stepping forward.

A golden lotus blossomed from under his feet.

"This is..." Chu Wei swallowed his saliva: "At least the living god monk of the Arhat fruit position!"

Chu Weiwei had heard from her elders that fifty years ago, when Master Jinguang of Mount Emei was alive, he convened believers and monks to teach the Fa.

The master walked with dragons and tigers, stepped on golden lotuses, and when he was teaching the Dharma, the ceiling was scattered and the fragrance filled the air.

It's a pity that even those eminent monks and great virtues have the limit of their longevity after all.

On his one-hundred-eight-year-old birthday, Master Jinguang suddenly summoned his disciples, explained the funeral, and passed away with a smile.

And since Master Jin Guang, there has been no monk in the world with the status of Arhat.

And now, in front of her eyes, she saw with her own eyes, and saw another living Arhat.

This made Chu Wei's heart pounding uncontrollably.

But she soon discovered she was wrong.

Because this senior monk is far more than Arhat.

He heard him recite softly: "Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground! Good! Good!"

Pieces of golden lotus bloomed.

Blossoming smallpox fell from the sky.

The twisted souls of the dead were released from the corpses that imprisoned them.

Then, they were washed away by the Buddha's light of resentment, pain and resentment.

It also washes away the evil that controls them.

So, the souls folded their hands together and chanted the Buddha's words: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

with their chants.

The stones, flowers and plants on the ground, and the clouds in the sky all seem to give birth to spiritual wisdom: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

There is an endless stream of Buddhist music and Sanskrit singing.

It comes from the air, from the earth, it is sung by people, it is sung by souls, it is also sung by flowers and trees.

The whole world seems to have joined this grand sacred chorus.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

In this sacred Sanskrit chant, Chu Wei felt that his body and mind had been baptized.

The exhaustion and fear of this strange nightmare world dissipated little by little.

"One word determines the law of heaven and earth!"

"This is a cultivation that only living Buddhas have!" Chu Wei was shocked.

However, the person in the shadow of the Hydra Hydra had a completely different feeling.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

The continuous Sanskrit singing is like gangrene attached to the bones.

Not only got into his mind, but also got into his soul.

Shake his mind, corrode his determination, and even modify his thoughts.

Let him immerse himself in his memories of the past.

Let him immerse himself in the years when he was weak.

In a trance, he suddenly had a feeling of 'I really sinned, I should go to the Bodhisattva to repent and ask for forgiveness! ' thoughts.

Fortunately, he is determined.

At the moment when this thought occurred, he snapped his tongue.

So, immediately woke up.

Break free from the chanting.

but……

Although he can break free.

However, his mount, the hydra given by the master, obviously did not have such a firm will and strong determination.

Click click!

The nine heads of the huge nine-headed monster hung down one after another.

Its huge body like a hill knelt down.

On the nine rotten and maggoted heads, tears flowed from the festering eye sockets, just like people.

Frame frame!

Hydra kowtowed frantically.

Nine huge heads kowtow very rhythmically.

The voice of kowtow seemed to say, "I beg the gods and monks to be merciful, I beg the gods and monks to be merciful, and I beg the gods and monks to save me! I ask the gods and monks to save me!"

Seeing this scene, the necromancer behind Hydra finally collapsed.

He simply did not dare to face that strange and powerful monk again.

When even turned around and ran towards the castle on the cliff in the distance.

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