Buddha's Eyes Black Myth: Wukong Novels & Stories

It was unbelievable that the White King Kong had taken the initiative before Lucas. Lucas launched his Mind's Eye which could be used as an offensive technique. Consequently, two golden rays shot out from his eyes. "Swoosh!" Just when there were only a few steps left between the White King Kong and Lucas, the former’s body came to a halt. The White King Kong’s eyes had a somewhat dumbfounded look in them; it was as if it could not believe what was going on. Joanna was puzzled, 'The White King Kong which is known to have very strong defense capabilities was defeated so easily?'

I am too caught up in the moan he lets out or the gasps of pain when his arm snaps in two. After a minute or two, I no longer hear the terrifying sounds of his body breaking. When I open my eyes, I come face to face with a large black beast. He looks almost wolf-like, but different. Much larger, but if you look closely, there is a little bit of a humanistic look to the beast's features. The eyes though, large and bright blue are so eerily familiar to me.

"I will only be gone a minute." The old wolf didn't make a sound. She just kept her dark brown eyes locked onto my face. Her body looked like a decaying tree, but those eyes still carried the exact same fierce, brilliant vibrance I remembered from my childhood. The moment Carol’s boots started thumping up the wooden staircase, Mother Blackmaw blinked her eyelids three times in rapid succession. I knew how the system worked—with that heavy machine choking her throat, she had to use her eyes to pass her thoughts.

One moment, he was a man in linen robes, and the next, a shockwave of energy sent a cloud of dust and gravel flying into the air. Standing in the center of the clearing was a creature that has only been heard about in myths. He was an enormous wolf, twice the size of a standard Alpha. His fur was not just black, an obsidian coat that seemed to swallow the light around it. But it was his eyes that were truly terrifying. They were no longer black with red rings, but a brilliant glowing red. The monks fell back against the car, some tripping over their own robes, others crying out in fear. They had been with Zoran for years, but they had never known that such a beast resided within the man they

"Humph!" Venerable Han Mo snorted coldly. He began to run his Genuine Vitality. The figure surrounded by the black mist began to flow out, and wisps of more dazzling black rune light appeared. "Whoosh whoosh!" With the full power of Venerable Han Mo, a larger black eye phantom appeared in the air. The shining and mysterious ray seemed to be enough to bring everything back to its original state! "What!" After feeling the terrible power of the pupil behind him, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but be shocked and look back.

He roared, "Have you lost your mind? Stop the Demonic Art! Your own disciples are being destroyed by it!" Byron did not even flinch. From within the black mist, only two glowing red eyes appeared. "Monty, who do you think you are, telling me what to do? Get on your knees." A crushing wave of pressure slammed down onto Monty. Even with his peak martial god strength, he dropped to his knees in shock. "H-How is this possible?" From the black mist emerged a twisted face, aged and shriveled like a dried vine, ugly and withered beyond belief. Compared to the fairly handsome Eastern Wanderer from before, it looked like a completely different person.

Unfortunately, Monkey God Hanuman wasn’t able to finish his train of thought when Mane lifted his head and stared into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes were no more. Replacing them were eyes clouded entirely in darkness. There was no distinction between pupil and sclera. Everything was just black. A great chill filled Monkey God Hanuman’s chest when he stared into those eyes and the thought that came to him at that moment of time was, “Did I go too far?” *Boom* Mane suddenly appeared behind Monkey God Hanuman and delivered a merciless kick to his side. The older man was sent flying under the assault of the attack he didn’t even see coming!

Long Chen’s eyes had truly changed; they were no longer black as usual. Long Chen’s eyes now completely resembled those of a black dragon, taking on a slight reddish hue during all-out combat. This time, even the White Cat, who considered himself nearly on par with his own older brother, sensed the pressure of death emanating from Long Chen’s body. He also witnessed firsthand that his nephew, who had already reached a divine realm higher than the Sky Ancestor tier, could still feel the overwhelming pressure from Long Chen.

He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny. “Itsuki, a pleasure to finally meet you,” I say with an outstretched hand. He walks over to me and shakes it, all while looking me dead in the eye. But then something odd happens - his eyes turn completely black for a split second before they switch back to their dark brown. In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures.

Moreover, the Demonic Beasts living here must be familiar with fire-attributed treasures like this Firebird Core Feather. Wooo!!! In between the large trees, a gigantic jet-black bull with both horns curled up came out. He stared at the five people in front of him with his red eyes. This bull surprised everyone. “This method works, but are we calling the right Demonic Beast?” Yao Shan said while staring at the black bull intently. “I-it's a Level 5 Demonic Beast, Black Demonic Bull” Feng Ying stammered.