Meng Qi knew that Mr. Wang was crazy, but he never knew that he was crazy to this extent. He had already achieved Dharma Body and no longer had to worry about dying at an early age at fifty. He could calmly deal with the monsters of heaven and the Emperor Fengdu, and slowly laid out his plans. There was no need to rush for a while, and the green hills were left without worrying about having no firewood. In the end, he chose the most drastic and incredible method.
He achieved Dharmakaya just to commit suicide
Originally, I thought that Prince Wang's plan for death was because the ghosts and gods returned, and Emperor Fengdu pressed harder, making it difficult for him to deal with it. His old illness relapsed and he was about to die, so he had to take risks, live in the face of death, and seize a chance. After attaining the Dharmakaya, he can temporarily escape from the predicament of not being around for a long time, and allowing himself to be implicated in the cause and effect is a preparation to save his life. This way, he can get rid of most unnecessary causes and effects, reduce his burden, and then use the monsters of heaven. Confronting Emperor Fengdu, he achieved a certain balance and turned the dangerous road into a smooth road. However, Prince Wang's current performance completely overturned his own ideas. He really wanted to die, and his will was as strong as iron and stone.
Is this necessary? Does it need to be so crazy
Did Wang Siyuan never think about getting out alive when he stepped into the grave cave
The most outstanding magician genius of the Wang family since the Middle Ages chose to end his life in such a violent way.
Sure enough, Wang Siyuan was a complete lunatic. The madness penetrated his spirit and his blood. Meng Qi was shocked and shocked, confused and doubtful, but his feet did not slow down at all. He took one step and climbed to the tomb. He took out Zi Lei with his right hand. A condensed sword. Copy URL to visit
No matter what, he must fulfill his promise to Wang Dasheng meticulously. As for the final outcome, it all depends on his own plan.
With a clang, the sword was drawn out, and a bright purple color shone through the darkness and haziness. At this time, Wang Siyuan's left hand, which was pointed like a sword, had already stabbed the center of his eyebrow.
An illusory cracking sound sounded. Wang Siyuan's eyebrows were directly penetrated, and his true spirit seemed to be torn apart at once. Invisible flames burned fiercely inside the Dharma body. His aura began to weaken, his vitality continued to diminish, his face became paler, and only a pair of eyes were so bright that they were crazy.
He didn't put on airs. He didn't retreat in order to advance, he was really killing himself.
Two hundred thousand years in a dream. The towers are like fog, the tombs are like smoke, there are so many events in the world, and a cup of tea is served in front of the hall. Wang Siyuan's spiritual consciousness suddenly whispers in a low voice, and then rises up, revealing an obvious meaning of madness. All the things in the past, please be buried with me now.
Buried with him
Wang Siyuan never liked to speak loudly, but now his voice was like a roar, shaking the sky. Luo Shu, who was contending with Yama, suddenly started to tremble, and his surface seemed to be stained with a layer of invisible flames like Wang Siyuan's body.
The light spots danced wildly, and a black and white ball that seemed to be condensed by many magic numbers rose up from the Luoshu. It seemed real, illusory, and regular. It was the imprint that the Jiangdong Wang family had continuously strengthened in the Luoshu for more than 200,000 years. It is the foundation for them to control this peerless magic weapon.
At this moment, Wang Siyuan was buried with him. This mark was completely wrapped by the invisible and golden dual flames, burning fiercely, and gradually collapsed. Luo Shu was then activated, the aura became strong, and the water glowed. A river of destiny that overlapped and merged with the long river of time was highlighted. Black and white light spots were floating and sinking in it, shaped like stars, and the debris was clear. Every magic weapon in the formation was burning. , blooming with its most brilliant brilliance, reflecting the entire cave sky in various colors. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple turned into overwhelming clouds.
The remains in the tomb are also burning, gushing out all their power and integrating into the formation. The coffins suppressing the heavenly monsters all fly up and crash into the most terrifying part of the formation, just like seeking death.
The sword slashed down, unremarkably, and the glazed lights in Meng Qi's eyes already illuminated the lines of cause and effect around Wang Siyuan, but the surrounding scenes also came into his mind.
Wang Dashengun actually sacrificed the magic weapons accumulated by the Wang family over the generations.
They actually sacrificed the Dharmakaya remains of the ancestors of the Wang family.
He actually sacrificed the Wang family mark in Luoshu
This means dragging the entire Wang family to be buried with him.
This is equivalent to the entire real world and even more than many things.
What a big gesture, what a crazy Mr. Wang.
In addition to feeling sorry for those magic soldiers, Meng Qi was dumbfounded by this and was speechless at Wang Siyuan's madness.
This was completely unexpected.
After the sacrifice was completed, Luo Shu seemed to wake up. The hazy hexagram array was connected by the long river of destiny, and the various colors of light blooming from the magic weapons were like waves, surging and surging.
The formation expanded and swallowed up Yama's fist.
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A scream came from the dream. Yama had no resistance, and his fist was directly wiped away. The formation followed the connection and spread to his body. Even in the underworld and as a legend, he seemed to be unable to withstand it. Live here in the Luoshu Formation where so many things have been sacrificed.
At the critical moment, a dark fist appeared in the illusion. The five fingers seemed to be grasping but not grasping. The black color did not show terror, but was like a gem. It was moist and deep, full of peace and calm, and seemed to be a representation of the state after death.
This jet-black fist seems to be directly condensed from Yin Qi and death, but there is a glimmer of life in it, extremely Yin generates Yang, and does not show any evil at all, only mysterious and sublime.
It has six fingers. When clenched into a fist, dark vortexes appear at the knuckles, which seem to be six passages, leading to different bridges of reincarnation. The body of the fist shows that no matter how reincarnated it is, it will eventually fall into eternity. of slumber.
Such a fist fell without any fireworks, just like what I saw in a dream. However, the formation formed after Luo Shu was activated suddenly became silent. The many tributaries of the illusory river of destiny were all swallowed up by the main trunk, leaving only the only ending of destruction. , the black and white light spots scattered with clear debris were extinguished one by one, the colorful splendor dimmed one after another, the sacrificed magic weapons and magic weapons began to fall into pieces, and even the entire cave began to collapse.
The formation has not yet completely died, but the fist intention has penetrated a little, making Wang Siyuan's face turn blue, like an evil ghost, and the vitality cannot stop dissipating.
Such power made Meng Qi's sticky causation slow down a bit.
Emperor Fengdu finally couldn't help but show some strength.
If it were a normal Dharmakaya, he would definitely be in panic at this time because he could not find a way to resist the invasion of death. However, Wang Siyuan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his expression was calm and unconcerned. After all, he was committing suicide, so was he still afraid of death
If you are not afraid of death, what else do you need to fear
He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and began to sit down, no longer caring about the true spirit map of ghosts and gods and the ancient soul-suppressing coffin.
At this time, the power generated by the sacrifice rapidly declined under the blow of Emperor Fengdu, leading to death, and Luoshu's Wang family mark was completely burned out.
It fell back into a deep sleep and floated quietly in the air, now ownerless.
Wang Siyuan can even give up a peerless magic weapon
You're going to die anyway, so what's the use of a peerless magic weapon
The dark fist opened, and instead of taking the true spirit map of ghosts and gods that belonged to him first, and not venting his anger on the resurrected Wang Siyuan and letting him disappear into thin air, he grabbed Luo Shu.
Luoshu, a peerless magic weapon, is known as the symbol of Yi Dao together with Hetu. It is said that if the two are combined into one, they will be completely perfect and be a thing from the other side. Even the emperor of Fengdu cannot get rid of his coveted magic weapon of this level.
Seeing that the dark fist was about to grab Luo Shu, the void suddenly squirmed, and a head jumped out. It had a pale face, all white hair, and a dark beard, with deep evil intentions. His eyes were like dark whirlpools, indicating the beginning of evil.
The vortex turned, and two dark and twisted sword lights shot out, slashing straight at the hand of Emperor Fengdu. One sword cut through reality, and the other sword entered the dreamland.
The Demon Lord of Taishi's Heavenly Demon Sword was actually coveting it, preparing to snatch Luo Shu Mengqi's sword with a twist, and was about to take away the bright thread of cause and effect around Wang Siyuan, but at this time, he found that the Demon Lord had taken action.
As his thoughts turned around, Meng Qi suddenly realized that Wang Siyuan's plan for death could be made more secretive, so why did it become known to the world? Emperor Fengdu knew about it, the Wang family's hidden veins knew about it, and he also guessed it, and his old disease The relapse did not affect his realization of the Dharmakaya at all, but it made people feel that he had to die to survive.
Because he wanted to spread the news that his old illness had recurred, so that everyone would speculate that he was planning to die, thereby attracting the prying eyes of powerful and powerful people who could still move, and preventing the Fengdu Emperor and the original Luo Shu from being given to the Wang family. The one who specializes in this is to create chaos and create opportunities for the follow-up.
What's next for him
At the same time as the Demon Lord took action, there was suddenly the sound of a piano, the fairy aura fell, and a slender and beautiful giant hand poked out from the void.
Moreover, Luoshu suddenly vibrated on his own, avoiding the dark hand of Emperor Fengdu, and was about to jump into the sky.
The sky suddenly turned dark red, and the clouds changed into thousands of shapes, creating chaos, waiting for Luo Shu's return.
Meng Qi got rid of distracting thoughts, no longer thinking about the fight for Luo Shu, no longer thinking about these great magical powers, but focused on Wang Siyuan.
Wang Siyuan closed his eyes tightly, his breath was about to completely dissipate, and it was the last moment before he sat down and passed away.
At this moment, his face suddenly twisted and was full of fear, as if something extremely terrible had happened to him, just like all the Dharmakayas in Wang's sutra calculation practice.
Everything seemed to be timed, and Meng Qi's sword fell just in time, sticking away the bright and illusory threads of cause and effect around him. .