Kill him with a knife and get the result
When Meng Qi heard this request, he had an unexpected feeling. When Wang Siyuan mentioned that Shusheng did not become a monster of heaven, he mentioned the cause and effect, and when he mentioned that Ananda could choose independently among the most important causes and effects. , he had a vague premonition about this, and what he said before the sickbed during the day was that Mr. Wang had always been crazy and acted unexpectedly. Even if he was about to die, he would not be depressed. He would only use his own death to play games. A big one is the basis of premonition. Copy URL to visit
Sure enough, Mr. Wang is really going to carry out his final madness
Don’t seek for survival if you have no choice but to give up if you don’t see Yama.
It's just that he really wants to use karma to seek death, dragging the source of the Wang family's pain into the situation and get rid of the eternal curse, or does he really want to seek death and break free from the shackles
After he finished speaking, Wang Siyuan stood there quietly. The dark wind made his white robe rustle and flutter violently, making him appear even more fragile. He did not explain his purpose or specific plans. It seemed that Meng Qi did not need to know these things. , you only need to step into the ancestral hall at 3:00 a.m. seven days later, wield the sword of karma, choose a relatively light karma burden that you can bear, then put the sword back into its sheath, and drift away. There is no need to know the beginning, and there is no need to Don't care about the results, let alone understand the process. All favors and participation are only based on this knife.
If I hadn't known someone for many years, the swordsman's behavior would be quite in line with my aesthetics. Meng Qi sneered. Without asking any more questions, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the tomb. His green shirt floated and his long sword was hidden.
If you get to the bottom of the plan of the magic stick, it will easily ruin his affairs. The best way to treat him is not to ask.
This matter involves an eternal mystery and involves terrifying monsters from heaven. Perhaps as long as Wang Siyuan reveals a little bit, the real plan will be known immediately by the mastermind behind the scenes.
The swordsman stepped out of the cave, but Wang Siyuan was still standing there. Like a jade sculpture, it has not moved at all for a long time.
He Xiang stood guard at the edge of the ancestral hall. When he saw Meng Qi coming out, he gave a salute without asking any questions and led Meng Qi back to the Tianji Tower.
At this moment, a waning moon is flowing westward.
Meng Qi knelt down behind the desk. Staring at the crescent moon, my mind was filled with thoughts.
In the dead of night, when everyone is quiet, there is a subtle enjoyment of being alone when everyone is sleeping and I am alone.
This game. Does Wang Siyuan really want to die or is there a glimmer of hope
Lu Ya is out of trouble, and he is afraid that he will not be able to win the list of gods for a long time. It seems that he has to change his approach and try other methods. Maybe he can rely on his role in involving the demon Buddha to continue to cooperate with him. If nothing else, at least The names of Doumu Yuanjun and other acquaintances must be erased from the list, at least in exchange for a little bit of Chonghe-senpai’s true spirit.
Senior Brother Qi found a place to show off his fists. Earth-shaking changes have occurred in the Southern Wilderness, which has begun to have an impact on the martial arts in the Central Plains and the sects of the aristocratic families. Previously, due to his one of the best cultivation skills and the control of the Demon Emperor's Claw, the situation was temporarily calm. Now that the law body has returned, a storm has begun to brew, and he cannot sit idly by completely. We have to explore the tone of Mr. Su and others from Lu University, determine their attitude, and mediate between them.
Lu Ya must not be careless about the Wuzhuang Temple in the Journey to the West World. Yuanshi Tianzun suppressed him for many years and almost cut off his path. The hatred is deep. You must not be negligent and be blindly optimistic if you feel that it is involved in the role of the Demon Buddha. Many people are afraid of the Demon Buddha, but more people with great supernatural powers and even big shots are afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun, and do not want to see themselves grow up and complete the layout of Yuanshi Tianzun.
According to the progress of cultivation and the current situation in Southern Wilderness, Senior Brother Qi has almost reached the point of realizing the Dharmakaya. The Demon Lord and other great supernatural beings will watch him succeed and attain an unprecedented Dharma body. They will not put shackles on him and increase his control. When the time comes, there will inevitably be a big storm. Maybe there will be a medieval or even ancient power coming to the stage. He and them How much can Zhengfeng do
All kinds of things about the future flashed through his mind, and Meng Qi completely calmed down and thought about them.
Of course, these are all things that are imminent or will happen within a few years. The longer-term crisis is naturally a catastrophe, and naturally it is the return of a big man with great power and supernatural powers. The most important response to this is to practice hard, hone more, and as soon as possible promote.
I hope that when the big picture begins, I will have proven the legend to myself
Phew, the cool breeze blew in at night, bringing a bit of refreshment, but it seemed to still retain the coldness of the tomb. Meng Qi's heart moved, and he sensed that he found a lame old servant approaching the Tianji Tower carrying a food box.
Uncle Fu, why are you here? He Xiang asked in a low voice.
The lame old servant said: The master asked me to deliver supper to the guests.
He Xiang checked it out and knocked gently on the door.
come in. Meng Qi took back his senses.
The door opened, and the lame old servant limped in. He bowed, put down the food box, and brought out a plate of dark red almost black pig blood cake.
This is somewhat different from the usual. It seems that the blood is not dry yet, giving people a shocking feeling.
Meng Qi was slightly confused and looked up at the lame old servant Uncle Fu.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Uncle Fu's wrinkled face, and he said in a hoarse voice:
Don't mind your own business
As soon as he finished speaking, his body became illusory and distorted, as if he was no longer in this world, and he was not worried about being captured by the Dharmakaya figures.
Meng Qi's expression remained calm. He stretched out his right hand and casually grabbed into the void in front of him. The long river surrounded his body, and his sword energy was secretly emitting. He penetrated the layers of time and space in an instant, grabbed Fu Bo, and pulled him out alive.
Why, why did Uncle Fu look confused, his skin showing blue color, and he struggled hard but couldn't get rid of Meng Qi's right hand.
Meng Qi looked at him and said calmly: Who instructs you to play the game of time and space in front of someone
Boom, boom, boom, there was a heartbeat in his chest.
At this moment, a dark wind blew up, black mist filled the air, and two huge black figures stood out. One had a bull's head, and the other had a horse's face. He held a fork and held a gun, and said menacingly: Su Meng, your life is over. Let's go to the underworld
Meng Qi suddenly thought of the Monkey King canceling the book of life and death, and laughed: What qualifications do you have for a mere ghost to come and take away someone
As he spoke, he raised his sleeves and robe. The sky and the earth were dark and hazy, and the bull's head and horse's face were thrown in at the same time.
When he saw the bull-headed horse face, Fu Bo suddenly shouted, but just as he opened his mouth, he watched the mighty-looking bull-headed horse face fly into Meng Qi's sleeve without any resistance, and his words suddenly stopped.
Meng Qi was just confused that they were a group, and a majestic voice came from outside again: You should deserve to die for resisting the underworld.
A stream of purple-black smoke poured into the window, transforming into a man with a wide robe and large sleeves. He had a black beard and a serious expression. He held the judge in his hand. His aura was majestic, far better than that of a bull-headed horse.
Judge Cui, save me. Uncle Fu finally shouted.
Then he saw Meng Qi raising his sleeves again, a strong wind blew up, and the world turned upside down. Judge Cui's face was astonished and became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't help but throw his sleeves into the air.
Uncle Fu was stunned.
Meng Qi tapped the table with his left hand, smiled slightly and said: Will the Tenth Palace Yama come to arrest someone later
I don't know, Fu Bo replied blankly.
They have all been captured, who do you expect to still not explain their origin? Meng Qi suddenly shouted.
I, I am a ghost from the underworld, sent by the Emperor to warn you not to meddle in your own business. When you mentioned the Emperor, Uncle Fu immediately regained his momentum and his voice involuntarily rose.
Meng Qi laughed: There is the immortal world above, the Nine Netherworld below, ghosts and demons coexisting, and the underworld running through it. How can there be any underworld
The underworld was built by the emperor, Uncle Fu said with his head held high.
The underworld was built by the emperor with an ox-headed horse face. Judge Cui, the ghost and god Meng Qi suddenly thought of the ghost and god's true spirit map. It mysteriously disappeared and reappeared, completing its transformation. It was countless times more powerful than when it was refined by the first ancestor of the Wang family, but inside The true spirit of the central god has long since disappeared.
The list of conferred gods establishes the status of gods in heaven and earth. Is it possible that the underworld is related to the true spirit map of ghosts and gods
Who is that great emperor
Just as Meng Qi was about to speak, Uncle Fu suddenly screamed in front of him and turned into smoke. The wind around him instantly dissipated, the black fog faded away in an instant, and the waning moon shone again, with a dreamlike brightness, as if nothing had ever happened.
Meng Qi looked at the empty palm of his right hand, then at his empty sleeve, and looked at the closed door and He Xiang who was waiting dutifully outside the door.
Everything I had experienced before seemed to be just a dream.
Meng Qi frowned. .