He Jiu just mustered up his courage, continuously changing between presence and absence, using his sword energy, half dodging and half blocking, resisting the electric light containing terrifying power. Then he felt his eyes go dark, and his eyes that opened his apertures could no longer see anything. Things are silent in my ears, without any sound.
The violent wind that was blowing before and the electric light that numbed the body seemed to disappear at the same moment.
At this moment, he couldn't even tell the difference between up, down, left, right, and back, because there was no reference.
Before a complete thought could arise in his mind, he felt that deep in the darkness, in the middle of the unknown, there was a vast and eternal aura looming, towering over everything, looking down at the past, present and future, making people feel awe in their hearts. Love cannot inspire resistance
At this moment, a blade of light lit up, brilliant and gorgeous, dyeing He Jiu's pupils purple, allowing him to see colors again and see other things besides darkness.
The purple sword light is like a curved thunder, creating irregular wounds on the darkness, from which light, sound, and wind spurt out.
When Yuanshi opened his eyes, heaven and earth were born, and all things evolved
This sword light came so fast that He Jiu just noticed it and it was already in front of him. He could only subconsciously turn it into nothingness and try to get out of the way.
Stab
There was a sound like tearing brocade, the void split open, and the hazy sword light was slashed out.
He Jiu was astonished in his heart. The continuous changes of existence and non-existence were squeezing every potential of himself. The sharp and agile sword energy was intertwined layer by layer to form a sword formation.
puff
The sword array shattered, and He Jiu's energy and blood surged. He could no longer maintain his sword energy and turned back into a human body. Blood spurted out from the eyes, ears, nostrils, and acupoints all over the body, turning into red sword energy and hitting the sword light. Two by two are destroyed.
At this moment, Su Meng struck again. I couldn't bear it anymore. He Jiu tried his best to absorb the vitality of the weather and tried to seize the time to recover. The tit-for-tat battle just now also allowed him to touch the threshold of the first ladder and even push the door open, but he always missed the last step, so He wanted to make a last-ditch effort under heavy pressure, but he also knew clearly that Ruo Mengqi was in slightly better condition than him. Taking advantage of the situation and striking out again, I didn't even have a chance to build up my strength again.
The vitality is like a vast ocean, existing in every corner between heaven and earth, soaking into He Jiu's body and helping him recover.
Suddenly, He Jiu felt that the sea of vitality on the left side became hot, rolling and boiling, rising slowly for a day, dyeing the sky red, while the right side was cold and cold. The bright moon is bright.
This is when he paused and sensed his surroundings, only to see the night sky covering his surroundings. Stars are shining brightly, with golden crows flying inside, and gods standing tall
Then, everything began to shrink and collapse inward, like a vortex in front of them, crushing them all and merging them together.
It was only then that He Jiu saw Meng Qi. He was still wearing the black costume and carrying the huge Heavenly Wound. The acupoints all over his body shone brightly, and a majestic and tall figure in a wide robe and long sleeves formed on his back. It seemed to be the vortex just now, the vortex that absorbed all the visions.
Looking closely, He Jiu found that the figure turned out to be Meng Qi's own face.
In addition, every part of its body seems to be made of the great power of heaven and earth, its own true energy intertwined with different principles, full of mystery and jaw-dropping.
How could it be that he looked like him? He Jiu was quite surprised and did not look away.
Taking a closer look, he vaguely felt that the statue was collapsing, with each embodied legal principle as the smallest fragment collapsing, collapsing all the time, and finally seemed to condense into a black spot, with no top, no bottom, no front, no back. But it seems to contain all possible black spots, black spots that cannot see the past or the future, black spots that cannot be described in words, black spots that cannot even be called black spots.
elephant shape
Hallucination He Jiu gathered his energy and looked again, and found that it was still the majestic and tall figure, and it was still Meng Qi's own face.
He took a breath, exhaled it slowly, his fighting spirit disappeared, and he cupped his hands and said: I used your strength to break through, and today I help you cross the first level of the ladder. I drink and peck, I am really sorry, congratulations.
He knew that if Meng Qi had not been busy breaking through, he would have had to admit defeat just now. In addition, the opponent had already passed the first level of the ladder and ascended to the fourth level, so there was no point in fighting again.
The seemingly substantive Dharma behind Meng Qi gradually disappeared, the light emitted from the acupoints all over his body subsided, everything returned to its original state, and he smiled and said: "It's a pity that Master He Shao is still a little short of the mark."
After the initial interweaving of Dharma and Dharma principles, they get close to the essence and feed back to the soul and the physical body, which will produce supernatural powers such as clairvoyance and telepathy. This is the product of martial arts progressing to a certain stage and is a symbol of the strength of body and spirit. Meng Qi has just gained something.
The first is the transformation into the wind, which is the art of escaping the soul, which can invalidate the ropes tied to immortals. The second is the wisdom eye, which is not the Bodhisattva's wisdom eye. It is similar to the celestial eye, which can see subtle things within a hundred miles radius, and can see things in the dark. We can see characters connected by breath, but for now, the latter is relatively vague. If the strength is much higher than the opponent, we can see it more clearly and judge where the opponent is. The third one is Yuanshi Golden Lotus, which grows in Niwan Palace and is related to Yuanshen. Connected, it can weaken mental attacks, temporarily confuse cause and effect, and prevent the influence of the secret technique of cause and effect.
As for why the disguised form of the immortal primeval phase that he deliberately manifested appeared as his own face, instead of responding to a certain god or the manifestation of the law like others, Meng Qi guessed that it had something to do with the inheritance of the true meaning of self-exaltation.
Even if I don't major in it, this level of inheritance will always have an impact in subtle ways.
I am the only one who can see myself
I'm almost there, and I can break through in another ten days and a half. He Jiu has no grudge.
Knowing that Meng Qi needed to consolidate, He Jiu didn't say much, didn't ask about the Dharma, and turned around and flew back to Langya Ruan Mansion.
Looking at He Jiu's back and thinking of the scene when he, Yan Chong and others were challenged by him together, Meng Qi felt a little bit like time flies and the dead passed away like a husband. To say whether he was happy or not, it was obviously quite satisfying. .
Hey, there is almost real strength at the bottom of the black list. Meng Qi thought cautiously and optimistically.
At this time, the blue sky for thousands of miles is as clear as water, and the sun shines on the sea of clouds into an endless brilliant golden color.
The next day, Meng Qi climbed up the Western Mountain and saw Wang Siyuan drinking tea under the bodhi tree. He was still dressed in plain robes, his face was as white as paper, and his figure was thin. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down, and he coughed twice from time to time. The maid looking down from the side frowned and felt distressed.
It's you again. She looked at Meng Qi fiercely. Every time she met this guy, the young master would cough very badly.
Meng Qi smiled and sat across from Wang Siyuan: "Gusha Bodhi, Mr. Wang is so elegant and happy, could he be interested in Buddhism?"
Wang Siyuan glanced at him, half-smiling but not smiling: Just ask if you have anything, and drink tea if you have nothing to do.
He seemed to be saying that there is no need to go around in circles with a reckless person like you.
Meng Qi raised his eyebrows slightly. Stretch your right hand to the sleeve and make a gesture of rolling up your sleeve to hit someone.
I passed the first level of the ladder three months ago. Wang Siyuan added lightly, without a trace of blood on his lips.
What a coincidence that Meng Qi himself had no intention of taking action. He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Hearing this, he smiled and said, since Mr. Wang, you have already passed the first level of the ladder and you will not suffer against ordinary blue-blooded people on location. Why don't you go to the Ruan Mansion? , want to stay in Xishan
Wang Siyuan coughed twice and drank tea to soothe his throat. He said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether I go or not."
I hate people like you who talk like clouds and fog the most. Meng Qi secretly pinched his fingers and used Yuxu Divine Calculation to deduce.
Wang Siyuan's eyes moved downward and seemed to glance at his right hand. He looked relaxed: With Luo Shu covering it up, your deductions are useless. This matter is not my plan. There is nothing to say. You will understand it in two days.
Apparently, his tendency to play things off was limited to matters of his own planning.
Meng Qi picked up the teacup, took a sip, smiled and left without asking any more questions.
Although Wang Siyuan did not reveal anything. But Luo Shu conceals it, and it doesn't matter whether he goes or not. It would become clear in two days, leaving him somewhat guessing.
When Meng Qi returned to Sanqing Temple, the first thing he saw was the gambling monk who was smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
The gambling monk wears dusty robes. He came closer, eyes twitching: The poor monk thought hard and finally remembered something. It was the seal used by the poor monk's master to seal the door. Although it was worn out and had no power, it was still a treasure.
If it was valuable, I'm afraid, Master, you would have exported it long ago. Meng Qi chuckled.
The gambling monk scratched his bald head and didn't blush at all: "No, it's just that it looks too ordinary and is often ignored by poor monks."
While he was talking, he took out something, which looked like a sticker, with a yellow background, wrinkled as if it had been crumpled into a ball from time to time, and covered with oil stains. There were six gold characters written on it in Sanskrit:
Om Mani Padme Hum
The Six-Character Mantra Meng Qi subconsciously raised his head and looked at the gambling monk.
The Wuzhishan Mountain had just appeared during my journey to the west, and the gambling monk sent me a six-character mantra.
Is it a coincidence or intentional
Meng Qi's heart was filled with turmoil. When he looked at the gambling monk, he felt more and more mysterious and full of mysteries.
How to quit gambling? The monk asked.
Meng Qi asked calmly: Where did this seal come from
The master was left behind by the poor monk. As for where he came from and how the poor monk knew about quitting gambling, the monk looked puzzled.
Meng Qi asked who Master Master was.
The gambling monk suddenly laughed and said: The poor monk’s master has passed away long ago. He has no name, and the poor monk himself does not know it.
Meng Qi asked several questions, but the gambling monk avoided talking and talked about him.
Seeing that he was tight-lipped, Meng Qi mused: If the master refuses to tell the details, I'm afraid this junior won't be able to agree.
Jie Gong frowned again: The poor monk really didn’t know.
Not even the Tathagata Palm could seduce him. Meng Qi narrowed his eyes: In this case, there is nothing this junior can do to help.
Who is more persistent now
The gambling monk put away the six-character mantra seal, sighed, and turned to leave.
The master stopped. Meng Qi suddenly spoke.
The gambling monk turned around with great joy: the donor agreed
No, I just saw that the master was familiar with Senior He Qi and wanted to ask about the Ruan family's fight against the blue-blooded people. How could Meng Qi give up easily
Jie Gong smiled and said: This matter is not a big deal, you will know in two days.
Two days later, Meng Qi frowned slightly.
Seeing that Meng Qi never mentioned anything about Tathagata's palm, he quit gambling and turned around to leave, full of reluctance.
What is the origin of this monk? Looking at the back of the gambling monk, Meng Qi had a question in his heart that was common to many strong men in the world.
Since nothing major happened to the Ruan family, it became clear after two days, and Meng Qi decided to wait and see what would happen.
Two days later, somewhere in the East China Sea, the water was as blue as a gem.
This is the trench here. A piece of simple tortoise shell floats in the air, with black and white dots and numbers of yin and yang and five elements on its back. It is simple yet complex, like a book. The person speaking is a middle-aged man below it.
It can be seen that this man was extremely handsome when he was young, and now he has extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament, but his face is pale and he seems to be suffering from a serious illness.
Mr. Ruan and Mr. Ruan were floating nearby, covered by tortoise shells, looking at the sea with cold eyes. Hearing this, he turned to look at the somewhat erratic old man next to him. He had gray hair and no wrinkles. He was somewhat similar to He Jiu. He was exactly the same. Sword Crazy He Qi
Then let's do it. He Qi stretched his hands and feet.
The three families have long since determined where the blue-blooded people are. They invited the head of the Wang family and Luo Shu to Langya with great fanfare in order to cover up the situation and prevent the blue-blooded people from hearing the news and escaping in advance.
At present, the Ruan family is quite empty. It is just to paralyze the blue-blooded people, making them think that they have not been exposed yet. The main force has already gathered here, and the gods are not aware of it.
Is it easy for someone to maintain such power