A golden Buddha surrounded by gray and white aura stands in front, shaped like a forest of stone, but it cannot cover up the golden cudgel that stretches into the sky. At the junction between it and the sky, a dark invisible vortex slowly rotates. Thunder and green lotus circle around the rod body and endlessly arise and die. Sometimes there is nothingness, deep and terrifying, and sometimes the nebula condenses and is bright and pure.
This is the scene in Meng Qi's eyes. Everything feels unreal. Even the sounds coming from the depths of the huge pit are covered with a layer of illusion, as if they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers:
Use the knife in your heart to see if you can save them.
Or, you die and they live.
Jiang Zhiwei struggled desperately, but she couldn't even shake her head, and she couldn't make a sound in her mouth. Her throat was so anxious that her throat was filled with anxiety. Her grief, anger, and anxiety condensed into mist, filling her bright eyes with hazy water, seeming to urge Meng Qi. Run away quickly, don't worry about yourself and others, keep the green hills, don't worry about running out of firewood
Zhao Heng, who was lying in front of the golden-winged roc, closed his mouth and looked directly at Meng Qi with his eyes filled with calmness, emotion and determination.
If you die, we may not be able to survive, but if you don’t die, we still have hope of resurrection.
Ruan Yushu was thrown to the ground, with fragments of ice crystals remaining on her white dress. Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her whole body was shivering involuntarily. She tried her best to move her lips and make a sound, but she could not break through the shackles and was helpless.
Her eye sockets quickly turned red, and her eyelashes were like thick brushes, trembling and trembling. She looked a bit pitiful in addition to the coldness, and there were illusory piano sounds occasionally overflowing from her soul, making her extremely anxious.
For some reason, the words Ruan Yushu once said suddenly sounded in Meng Qi's mind:
If one day you find an opportunity to escape from the six realms, and He uses me to get you into a trap, then you don't have to pay attention.
Being controlled by the six paths is inherently equivalent to death, so it is better to free myself from one or two of them, and then resurrect me if I have great achievements in the future.
The words are still in my ears. Now that the matter was unfolding before his eyes, Meng Qi closed his eyes and stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, slowly but firmly reaching for the handle of the knife.
Are you willing to use the sword without seeing the real owner
Will the energy and spirit cultivated through so much suffering and pain in the past ten years be exhausted here
Moreover, whether it is the remains of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the golden-winged roc, or the white celestial dragon. They are not enemies that I have restrained against for ten years, and their strength is equivalent to that of earthly immortals. The former is even better than Mr. Lu Da and Su Wuming, and the success of his attack is very slim.
Questions to himself ran through Meng Qi's mind, and his eyes were as deep as ever.
It would be great if I were a robot without any emotions. It would be great if I could be too forgetful of emotion. Then there would be no need to hesitate, struggle, or suffer.
But in this life, some things are more important than life
Snap, his right hand rested on the handle of the Lingbao Sword. With a clang, he drew out the orange fire knife.
The light lit up, like the sun rising in the east, illuminating the darkness, almost as bright as the birth and death of thunder.
This magic sword is as sharp as ever, and even contains unimaginable sword intent. After ten years of suffering, I have never forgotten to sharpen the sword.
Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi with hazy eyes. His eyes were full of sorrow, anger and struggle. Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Ruan Yushu's eyes. Zhao Heng moved his eyes away, not wanting to see such an ending.
The orange fire knife is getting brighter and brighter, and the breath is getting more and more violent. A big sun is about to break out and cannot be stabilized.
Meng Qi raised his long knife. The magic weapon seemed to explode at any time. He looked through the gap into the depths of the pit, where there was the angler, his own self.
His voice was slow but firm:
Don’t you want to seize my body? Don’t you want to occupy this body? Then let them go, otherwise I would rather destroy myself. I won't let you succeed either
It is useless to simply beg for mercy, and to wait for capture puts all hope on the other party, and can only use oneself as a bargaining chip to fight.
Deep in the pit, the voice was vague and emotionless:
You are not the only fish I have, and you are not as important as you think.
If you dare to destroy yourself, they will die.
As soon as he finished speaking, the remains of Manjushri Bodhisattva raised the sword of wisdom and pretended to kill Jiang Zhiwei.
Meng Qi's eyes were still filled with emotions, and he flashed the long knife in his hand, slashing it towards the center of his eyebrows.
I can do it as I say, I'm not kidding you.
Manjushri Bodhisattva's wisdom sword then fell down and struck Jiang Zhiwei's head. He was more decisive than Meng Qi and more determined than Meng Qi because he was not the one who was being killed.
The sword was bright and clean, and the void was filled with sword intent. The hair on Jiang Zhiwei's forehead fell off one by one, indicating the upcoming ending.
The sword paused, Meng Qi lowered his head and slowly uttered three words:
you win.
Yes, the other party is completely indifferent. If his death cannot replace the lives of Jiang Zhiwei and others, what is the point
The three words echoed around, with a bit of humiliation and a bit of despair, and a drop of clear tears gathered in Jiang Zhiwei's misty eyes.
As long as you know. An indifferent voice came from afar, and Manjushri Bodhisattva's sword had already stopped when Meng Qi's Fire Sword stopped.
Meng Qi raised his head, with a pair of eyes that were somewhat red:
What do you want me to do
The indifferent and ethereal voice said: "Self-proclaimed the soul and body, walked to Manjushri Bodhisattva and asked him to give him a complete ban, then walked into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Array and walked to the Golden Cudgel."
Meng Qi closed his eyes, sheathed the long sword, patted the center of his eyebrows and the clay ball with his right hand, sealing the soul and body, and then walked towards Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu tried desperately to speak, but no sound came out. The sound in their throats had turned into whimpering. If they had a little strength, they would definitely shake their heads wildly and try their best to stop it.
Zhao Heng closed his eyes. The man shed tears easily, but not to the point of sadness.
Manjushri Bodhisattva looked at Meng Qi with his empty eyes, and suddenly an arm appeared in mid-air. It was white in color and fell on Meng Qi's forehead.
In the depths of the light of wisdom, every acupoint and internal organ of Meng Qi was sealed, and he could no longer mobilize the power of the inner scene. His soul was bound to the mud pill and could not exert its abilities.
Looking back at Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng, Meng Qi showed some nostalgia, but turned back firmly and walked forward step by step with a mortal body, destined to end.
There was a whining sound behind him.
After struggling all his life, it seems that he still cannot escape his fate.
Passing through the stone forest-like golden Buddhas, Meng Qi's sight suddenly widened. The golden cudgel was stuck in the center of the huge pit and inserted into the spiritual mountain. There are green lotuses blooming in the gap, thunder is rising and dying, and black energy is lingering, but only the golden cudgel can be seen, not Sun Dasheng.
Not far from the Golden Cudgel, there is a mountain peak standing like a five-finger palm.
The peaks are not high, but heavy and thick. There is a bodhi tree branch shining with colorful light on the top, which is crystal clear. It is divided into nine branches, some are withered and some are prosperous, some are illusory and some are real, and are filled with the feeling of great purity, great wisdom, great light, great freedom, and great bliss.
This Bodhisattva branch is inserted at the top of the peak, and its light appears and disappears, as if running water is watering the seal.
In the center of the Golden Cudgel and Wuzhi Mountain, there was a figure standing with his back to Meng Qi, coldly watching the green lotus blossom and fall, his figure was familiar. He has an indifferent temperament and wears a dark gold cassock with one shoulder exposed.
This is when the fisherman Meng Qi walked ten steps behind this man, and his instinct stopped.
This is your opportunity, why bother to resist. This figure put his hands behind his hands and turned around slowly.
He showed a face that was extremely familiar to Meng Qi, because it was his own
The figure's face changes between two appearances, sometimes Su Ziyuan. From time to time, Earth and Meng Qi gradually merged to form a strange face that encompassed both looks. However, when he looked at it, only the one he wanted to see appeared, but compared with Meng Qi himself. A little more evil.
Meng Qi's expression and eyes suddenly became calm, as if he already knew that the outcome could not be changed and that he was destined to be unable to escape. He smiled slightly and said:
What should I call you
Ananda, he is still a demon Buddha
He paused and spoke again:
Or the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Thunder exploded with rumbles, and the Milky Way was born and destroyed. Light up a corner.
The figure wearing a dark gold cassock showed no signs of surprise and said calmly:
It’s okay. Ananda is me, the devil and Buddha are me, and the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is also me.
He admitted frankly, without any concealment, and was completely convinced that he was Ananda, he was the Demon Buddha, and he was the mysterious Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
But how do you know that I am the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation
menu Affected by the leakage of the real world, like the poems and songs of some characters in fairy tales, they are the projection of legendary powers and some chance and coincidental deeds, so why are there no such things in the real world
I never understood this, nor did I understand how my luck could be so abnormal in the reincarnation missions. Many missions were even tailor-made for me, until Xi mentioned that the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation was in a weak state, and then Knowing that the Demon Buddha was my angler, he landed on the other shore, but was suppressed by the Buddha, so he made certain associations and guesses.
Your admission made me finally feel relieved. The Little Jade Buddha is the fish's certificate. After a short period of adaptation, you allowed me to start contacting Ananda's inheritance, get the real Little Jade Buddha that can open the door to the Lingshan Mountain, and gain various benefits. And once If they show signs of wanting to get rid of, they will be suppressed, assigned difficult tasks, and deliberately targeted, almost without following the rules. Just like this time, if Zhiwei and the others want to interrupt their return early, they may not be able to do so. Can't do it.
There should be two original intentions for you to become the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation. One is to cultivate your own fish with controlled tasks, and the other is to explore the truth of some ancient things without attracting the attention of other big shots.
The Demon Buddha wore the look that Meng Qi was most familiar with, his eyes were indifferent, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with his hands behind his back:
As the end of the world approaches, the seal begins to loosen, and I can reveal a little strength and use the seal of reincarnation to find a way to escape in advance. Of course, I don't want to be discovered by others.
You are the fish that I deliberately cut off contact with and hid on the earth. Everything you have gone through is no stranger to you. Su Ziyuan is a bait used to deceive some people. You are my real fish, the fish brought from the earth. Hey, Lu Ya was also fooled by this. Now your Yuanshi true body is about to be completed. Once merged, Tathagata Gold With the body of the Buddha, the devil, and the true body of the original being together, I might be able to get out of trouble immediately and find the last step to break through.
Ananda's nine postures of the Tathagata's divine palms are combined into one, and what he has achieved is the Tathagata's golden body, but it has not yet grown up, so he is modestly called Ananda's Dharmakaya.
Mofo walked towards Meng Qi step by step, looked at him, looked at him, and nodded slightly. He was very satisfied with the growth of the fish and the harvest. There was no pressure, but the suffocating atmosphere was better than any pressure.
A few steps later, he and Meng Qi were very close, and the smell of the two almost identical faces could be heard.
No need to struggle, the other me, you will soon appreciate the realm on the other side, a realm that you will never experience in your life. This is the glory of being a fish, and this is my gift. The demon Buddha's eyes were deep and his body gradually faded. He reached out his right hand and pressed it between Meng Qi's eyebrows.
Meng Qi did not struggle and seemed to have accepted his fate. He looked directly at the Demon Buddha and suddenly said:
Or, I have to call you Thor
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