Black Myth: Plundering Entries, Starting with Erlang Shen

They even dared to undermine Buddhism.

You should know that this is a world where gods and Buddhas truly exist.

Suppressing Buddhism is not a simple matter.

Later, he became even more violent, killing all the rats that disrespected him.

Such a king certainly deserves to be severely punished.

But Lingji's methods.

However, it directly involves the country of Skhari.

This is utterly outrageous.

Although none of them are good things, this Bodhisattva is even worse.

"It seems this world is truly sick."

A thoughtful look appeared in Liu Changkong's eyes. He thought to himself, "No wonder Sun Wukong died and his cultivation vanished. And my master probably needs to hide his identity to survive now. This is really terrible..."

Since you've thought of so many things.

He was also preparing to have his own power.

Such a world is called Black Myth.

Therefore, having sufficient strength is a prerequisite for doing things.

However, he had always been prepared.

He did not wait for the wealthy man in the yellow robe.

It seems the other party has already left Huangfeng Ridge.

Liu Changkong then stopped searching and stayed on the mountain for a few days.

Although the Yellow Wind Monster was defeated.

However, it took him some time to tidy up the ridge.

That is, to get rid of the mad tiger in the well as well.

As for the Yellow Wind Monster

He also made time to talk to this strange yellow wind.

However, the other party remained in a daze.

Their souls seemed damaged, yet they were no longer willing to emerge.

This clearly indicates that they have begun a complete surrender.

Liu Changkong simply ignored him.

He hasn't established any power yet, so it's too early to do it now.

He planned to visit all six of these places first.

Unite all that can be united.

If only a master and a resurrected Sun Wukong were there to help.

He was also able to formally confront the corrupt order.

……

Drain the estuary.

A handsome young man dressed in red descended.

His face was exquisitely sculpted.

She was even more beautiful than ordinary women.

That is naturally the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, the one named Nezha.

He arrived at a familiar place.

But the house was completely empty.

Even a lot of dust had accumulated.

Various spider webs were also spread, making the scene appear extremely dilapidated.

"Second Brother Yang?"

Nezha called out to the people there, just as he always had.

But no one responded.

He was also bored, so he sat down by the door.

Nezha sighed softly and said, "These days have been too peaceful. My father... Li Jing still acts like the Heavenly King all day long, and the gods are all vying for fame and fortune, only thinking about how to exploit the mortal world. Life is so boring. Before, there was you, and... that monkey. Now, apart from me, all the other gods seem to be the same!"

He sighed softly.

I was also reflecting on how much time had passed.

Since then.

Five hundred years have passed.

Given his past personality, he really couldn't hold back anymore.

He had originally felt that he had become like Li Jing.

But just a few days ago...

He also sensed that the commotion in the mortal realm was quite significant.

There seems to be a major battle taking place at Huangfeng Ridge in the lower realm.

The overwhelming commotion made his blood boil.

He was starting to lose control of his emotions.

So I have some free time today.

I then wanted to visit my old friend.

Although the people from that time have disappeared after the battle.

But I came here.

Only then did he realize that his passion was still burning.

Nezha slowly walked into the house, as if sensing something.

suddenly.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

It was as if they had discovered something.

He then quickened his pace and came to the broken statue.

Nezha then saw the head in the corner.

He lowered himself.

He placed his hand on the statue's forehead.

That is where light radiates.

……

In Huaguo Mountain.

The old monkey then recounted the story of Sun Wukong.

Pigsy's face was filled with resentment at this moment.

Despite his tears streaming down his face, he still said, "That stable boy is something else! I knew he wasn't dead. Finding the Six Roots will revive him. When he comes back, I'll give him a good talking to!"

The old monkey just smiled slightly.

His eyes seemed to have seen all the coldness and indifference of the world.

Pigsy stood up and looked into the distance: "The man of destiny has already defeated that yellow rat of Yellow Wind Ridge, right? Then this old pig will go to Little Western Heaven first and scout the way for the younger generation."

His current mood is different from before.

Now that the decision has been made.

It's not as dragging on as it used to be.

"Old Pig is off!"

Pigsy immediately transformed into a black wind and rushed out.

The old monkey watched Pigsy leave, a strange expression on his face.

It makes it difficult for people to distinguish.

Will it succeed this time?

The old monkey gazed leisurely at the rock in front of it.