MTL - Sword Spirit - Chapter 1142 Battle the temple again

The era of global dungeon has descended.Lu Wenwu awakens Eye of Insight, gaining the ability to see detailed information of creatures in dungeons.“Having met the Tathagata, why not worship?”In the dungeon, looking at the plump man with a wrapped head sitting on the lotus throne, Lu Wenwu frowned and protected the crowd in front of him.【Tathagata Buddha/Celestial Demon (S)】hp: 1000/100000000【Current Status】: Extremely Weak, Flesh and Blood Disguise, Pretending to be Calm, Skill Seal, NervousHeh, so the Celestial Demon Tathagata Buddha is pretending to be strong. Take a punch from your Grandpa Lu!

[Shelter System successfully bound to host!]

[Option One: City of Light, save the survivors in the apocalypse and become a glorious and benevolent savior.]

[Option Two: City of Darkness, humans who enter the City of Darkness can only become your slaves. And you, will be the devil ruling over the apocalypse.]

Sorry, I am no saint, I choose City of Darkness! From today onwards, I will be a villain!

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