I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 293 This Star Lord is Not Planning to Die (26)

Before Ma Daqiang could understand what was happening, he was pulled up by an invisible force and lifted into the air.

Then, Yan Ye's voice rang in his ear: "Brother Ma, Master Ma, Old Ma! It was my fault for not notifying you in advance, but can you help me out now?"

Ma Daqiang immediately replied righteously, "What are you saying? We're all from Tianyuan. Let alone helping each other out, we can help each other as many times as we want! There's a saying, 'White lips and black teeth,' right?"

"...Don't say anything, just smile in a bit! Listen to me, remove the blessing from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and then reveal your true identity."

"Oh."

With the blessing of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva removed, the previously blurry image of Ma Daqiang immediately became clear.

Subsequently, the blessing of the grand formation descended, making Ma Daqiang's muscles even more defined, and his 97-point morality score shone brightly.

Thousands of eyes were focused on Ma Daqiang in the air. His high moral character and physical strength made him look incredibly dazzling, and even the ghost cultivators present swallowed hard.

If I could possess such a body even once, it would be worth dying for.

However, a familiar aura wafted over them, reminding them of what Yan Ye had said, and they immediately realized who was on top.

"My son! That's my son!"

"Damn it, it's my daughter!"

"It's my brother!"

"She's my sister!"

Ma Daqiang is the prototype of the incarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in "Tianyuan Inspector", a character who can change in many ways.

He can be the player's younger brother, sister, daughter, son, husband, wife, father, or mother.

He can be the player's best friend, or the player's best mentor.

He is the first guide and the last hope.

In the dream, He embodies the player's beautiful imagination and fearlessly sacrifices himself when natural disaster strikes, helping the player resist this calamity.

Now, Ma Daqiang's figure merges with the Bodhisattva incarnation in the dream, and even the current scene is exactly the same as the crisis in the dream, making every player feel an echo of destiny.

These days, "Tianyuan Inspector" is extremely popular at Fengdu University. The million sales mean that everyone here has a copy. Everyone takes a break after finishing a battle to play a game. It's a great way to relieve stress when you don't have much time.

Therefore, upon realizing who Ma Daqiang was, the scene from their dream materialized at that moment, blurring the lines between dream and reality and awakening their inner impulses.

Fengdu University is Tianyuan, the school behind us is our homeland, and the old man in red in front of us is the imposter and the natural disaster.

Exhaustion was dispelled in this moment, the dusty Dao heart shone brightly again, the threat of death disappeared, and the players stood up fearlessly.

It's just death; it's a common occurrence in dreams anyway.

The puppet that had just returned left the vital point, and the wounded cultivators filed out. The dim ghost cultivators once again entered the temple priest's Human Emperor Banner and fought with the red-robed old man outside.

This was a war of unimaginable intensity. Every second, a large number of puppets were destroyed. The pilots who climbed out of the puppets had no time to regret it before detonating their self-destruct pills, perishing together with the old man in red in front of them.

Various wrecks piled up like mountains. The temple keeper behind them personally stepped forward, waving the Emperor's flag, and called upon the ghost cultivators inside to build a fortified position, mixing the bodies of their recently deceased companions and the old man in red together to forge a new city wall.

In Chameleon Type IV, Biyue, piloting a puppet, felt she had suffered a huge loss this time.

Having fallen out with his agency and incurring huge breach of contract penalties, he may now be on the verge of losing even his puppet.

If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fails, then I will definitely lose everything.

But for some reason, I felt extremely happy.

Previously, I always followed the arrangements made by my agency. There were requirements about what clothes to wear each day and how many centimeters of smile to show.

Even the words spoken in the live broadcast room must be based on a draft, and the facial expressions behind every sentence must be trained. They cannot have their own ideas at all.

Operating puppets is supposed to be her favorite thing, but she has to be completely controlled on which side she should join and how she should fight, leaving her with absolutely no freedom. What's worse, the agency deceived her out of her youth and naivety, signing a contract with exorbitant compensation and only giving her a 2% cut!

But now, she finally tastes the flavor of freedom!
To hell with the agency, to hell with the profit sharing! I'm going to smash everything that's annoying and disgusting in front of me!

“Sister Biyue, you’re smiling so happily,” the navigator suddenly said.

"Is it?"

"Hmm, watch out for sneak attacks."

With an elbow strike, she killed the skeletal puppet in front of her, then turned and delivered a flying kick to the old man in red behind her, scattering him completely.

"Sister Biyue, behind us!"

Upon hearing the navigator's warning, Biyue realized that there was a problem with the torque of her turn. The puppet, which was not fully under warranty, made a crisp sound, slowing her movements by one-hundredth of a second.

The slightest difference was the difference between life and death. When she turned around, she saw the bone spurs rushing towards her, about to tear her apart.

Instinctively kicking the navigator aside, she was about to face her own death when she saw the bone puppet in front of her being grabbed and crushed to the ground.

The towering fire dragon puppet crushed the bone puppet in front of it, then stood up, clapped its hands, and charged to the other side.

Looking at the other person's back, Biyue, who had escaped death, breathed a sigh of relief.

The navigator next to him got up, rubbed his head, looked at the other man, and said sincerely, "What a man!"

"Yeah, but why dress the puppet in a maid outfit?"

"But he's still a man."

"Alright, keep killing!"

As the killing continued, Yan Ye felt the pressure on him increasing.

As the Outer God puppet approached, she felt as if she were sinking continuously in the sea. The seawater in front of her grew darker and heavier, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The power of the Outer God puppets is greater than imagined.

With a body that is 300 meters tall, it is virtually immune to any attack. A full-force strike from a large puppet can only leave a white mark on the opponent, which will then be automatically removed.

With a single blow, it could destroy a puppet. The enormous difference in strength forced Yan Ye to send more puppets and cultivators forward to fight against the opponent with their own flesh and blood.

She saw Foundation Establishment cultivators step forward and self-destruct, and ghost cultivators frantically burning themselves, all to force out their last bit of magic power so that the temple priests could use the Human Emperor's Banner to strike at their opponents.

The waves of sacrifices made her want to cry. If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were to perish, they might not be able to be resurrected, and might even fall into the hands of the outer gods, bearing their wrath.

But now, she has no time to grieve.

Enduring the pain of controlling the grand formation, she continuously mobilized her forces, relentlessly eroding the power of the outer god puppets to resist their attacks.

Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes. The piercing pain deep within her soul finally became unbearable, almost causing her to collapse.

Someone gently lifted her up, and then the head temple keeper's voice rang out: "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Turning her head, Yan Ye saw that the temple keeper had finally removed the talisman that had been covering his face, revealing his stunningly beautiful face and allowing Yan Ye to see his true appearance.

Upon seeing the familiar face, Yan Ye exclaimed in disbelief, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Great Temple Master, you are an incarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

The head temple keeper had tears in his eyes, but his face was full of smiles.

She looked at Yan Ye and said gently, "That's right, I am His incarnation. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was prepared to perish, but because of you, He is not prepared to die."

Having received the Emperor's Banner from Yan Ye, the Grand Temple Master took the opportunity of revealing his true form to unleash the last of his accumulated power.

Gripping the Human Emperor's Banner tightly, He looked at the Outer God Puppet: "Now, it's my turn."

(End of this chapter)