Black Myth: You and I are both destined

Princess Halloween and Tianming didn't have time to reminisce about the past, as she had completely controlled Kang Jinlong's body at this moment.

The princess grabbed Tianming, and in the mist, she took him high into the sky and flew towards the Buddha Realm.

On the way to the flight, she asked Tianming: "How did you recognize me?"

"Be careful not to let others discover your identity. I saw your colorful tail."

After hearing this, Princess Halloween blushed a little, but she also understood Tianming's intention and said no more.

When they reached the top of the pagoda world, Princess Halloween suddenly threw Tianming down.

Tianming fell heavily to the ground, and the sound of the fall woke up the man who was in jail next door.

The man said sleepily, "Hey, is it a god or a monster that comes this time?"

Tianming did not answer. He stood up and looked at the prison surrounded by mountain walls.

Many people are imprisoned here, including gods, monsters, and mortals who have been tortured to death.

He noticed that the building materials of the prison were very special. It was made of black iron and had magic power poured on it, making the prison indestructible.

This is not used against ordinary people. Even powerful demons with great magical powers will find it difficult to escape.

Tianming explored around and heard the man say again: "This smell is so familiar."

Tianming still didn't respond, but just walked into the cell and looked at the young man inside.

There were two vertical lines on his eyelids, and he was dressed like a martial artist, young and handsome, wearing dark clothes. He looked like a cultivator, or even a god. But the man in front of him was extremely decadent, sitting in prison without any life.

The man looked at Tianming and tried to persuade him: "You are new here, so I advise you to stay here. If you run around in this place, you will die."

Tianming took out the hundred-eyed stick and swung it a few times in response to the man's advice.

"You can see clearly, you are in prison, I am outside, and you are trying to persuade me."

The man just smiled bitterly, and his voice revealed a deep helplessness.

"Listen to my advice. The prison that Yellow Eyebrow Old Monster spent so much effort to build is not a prison where you can come and go as you please."

Tianming looked at the man's disheartened look and the scars on his body, and asked, not wanting to argue with him.

"It seems that you know a lot. So what do you think would happen if I went for a walk outside?"

The man just smiled bitterly and answered dejectedly: "Some are crazy, some are dead. No one has a good ending. This is the Buddhist Kingdom of the West."

Apparently, he had given up all hope.

Tianming put the stick on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

"This time I'm going to see what those people have the power to make me crazy and kill me."

The man in the cell's voice grew quieter and quieter as he continued talking to himself.

"Reciting scriptures and chanting mantras, the sound rises and falls, and people's hearts are in turmoil. You can't escape it either. Why don't you be like me, not listen or watch, and wait for death here in peace."

There are three hardest things in Tianming's body. The third is the stick in his hand, the second is his unyielding character, and the first one is difficult to talk about.

He said to the man seriously, "I see that you are still not in your right mind. I will go to this prison for a while and come back to see you. Just tell me that you want to leave, and I will rescue you."

The man did not appreciate it. Instead, he continued to persuade Tianming: "Go back. Don't be so stubborn. If you don't listen to good advice, you are also deaf."

A look of sadness appeared on Tianming's lips. His strength was far beyond what it used to be.

He threw the hundred-eyed stick in his hand, which was spinning and flying in the air, like lightning cutting through the darkness. Every time the stick flashed, a monster fell down, and no one was spared. Wherever it passed, the monsters would die if they touched it, and would die if they got stuck to it!

When the stick flew back into his hand, Tianming had already cleared a large area, and countless monsters had fallen under his divine power.

The young man in the cell, who was originally sitting dejectedly in the corner, was also shocked by Tianming's divine power.

He didn't expect that Tianming's so-called "turn around" would be such a shocking scene. A hint of surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to loss.

The man said to Tianming, "Run away quickly. You can definitely escape with your ability. Once you get out, don't come back."

Tianming looked at the man who was still depressed, so he took back the hundred-eyed stick in his hand and took out another stick.

The stick was extremely heavy, and even though Tianming was extremely strong, he still felt tired.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, veins on his hands bulged, and he muttered to himself.

"This thing is definitely more than 6 tons. A jin is indeed a Sumeru weight. This is extremely heavy. I ate so many elixirs, and although I didn't digest much, it's so hard to hold a stick."

Tianming held the stick with both hands and shouted "big", and the stick unexpectedly became as big as a tall building. This turned out to be Sui Xin's die-hard soldier!

Tianming stood in the center of the Buddha world. The Sui Xin Iron Rod Soldier in his hand was like a giant pillar reaching into the sky. A mysterious light flowed on its surface, revealing unparalleled power.

His arms were bulging with muscles, and the veins were winding under his skin like earthworms. He was obviously bearing a huge weight.

Following Tianming's will, the Sui Xin Iron Soldiers drew huge arcs in the air, and each swing was accompanied by the force of thunder.

Wherever the iron soldiers went, the black iron walls of the cells were as fragile as paper and were easily torn apart. The structure of the cells had no resistance in the face of the huge force and collapsed, turning into piles of ruins.

The monsters in the cell screamed in terror, trying to escape from this sudden disaster, but Tianming's iron soldiers were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives. The bodies of the monsters turned into blood mist under the impact of the iron soldiers, and then were crushed into powder and dissipated in the air.

The entire Buddhist world seemed to have experienced a natural disaster. Fragments of the cell flew everywhere, the earth roared, and dust flew, obscuring the vision.

Tianming's figure was looming in the dust, like a god of war, majestic and unstoppable.

Tianming held on to Sui Xin's iron-clad soldier, stirred around in the prison of the Buddha Realm, then deliberately turned back and pretended in front of the man.

He put on a stern face and said to the man, "I have just finished my round. Do you have anything else to say?"

The man did not answer. Instead, he leaned to the right and tried to look at Tianming's face.

Tianming finally realized the abnormality of the young man.

It’s not that the man didn’t care about Tianming’s actions, but he simply couldn’t hear them.

The blood around his ear had dried, obviously from an old injury, which had severely affected his hearing.

He had been trying to understand Tianming's words by reading lips, but the man did not "hear" Tianming's last sentence.

Tianming felt depressed, thinking that he had put in so much effort just to pretend to say this last sentence.

He took a deep breath, collected himself, and turned to the man again.

This time, he spoke slowly and used exaggerated mouth movements to ensure that the man could understand his intentions through lip reading.

He looked the man straight in the eyes, making sure every word he said was "read" accurately.

"Want—any—help—?"