Chapter 1065: Two Hundred Thousand Years in a Dream
Meng Qi knew that Master Wang was crazy, but he never knew he was this crazy. He had already achieved the Dharmakaya, and no longer had to worry about dying at fifty. He could deal with the "Monster of Heaven" and the "Emperor of Fengdu" calmly and slowly, without any need to rush. He would have no worries if he had the green mountains. But he actually chose the most drastic and incredible way!
He achieved the Dharmakaya just to commit suicide?
Originally, I thought that the reason why Young Master Wang planned to die was because the "Ghosts and Gods True Spirit Map" returned, and the "Emperor of Fengdu" pressed on step by step, 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 and seek survival from death, trying to grasp a glimmer of opportunity to prove the Dharma body and temporarily get rid of the dilemma of dying soon. Letting himself cut a knife to "touch the cause and effect" was his preparation to save his life under this, so as to get rid of most of the unnecessary cause and effect, reduce the burden, and then use the "Monster of Heaven" to fight against the "Emperor of Fengdu" to achieve a certain balance, so as to turn the dangerous road into a smooth road. However, Young Master Wang's performance now completely overturned my thoughts. He really wanted to die, and his mind was as strong as iron!
Is it necessary? Does it need to be so crazy?
Did Wang Siyuan never think about getting out alive when he stepped into the tomb mountain cave?
The most outstanding numerology genius of the Wang family since the Middle Ages chose to end his life in such a fierce way?
As expected, Wang Siyuan was a complete madman, and madness penetrated his spirit and his blood... Meng Qi was shocked and puzzled, but his feet did not slow down at all. He took a step and climbed up the grave mountain. His right hand drew out the purple thunder-like sword.
No matter what, he had to do what he promised to Wang the Great Godman meticulously. As for what the final outcome would be, it all depended on his own plan.
With a clang, the sword was drawn out, and a bright purple color penetrated the dimness and haziness. At this time, Wang Siyuan's left hand, which was like a sword, had already pierced his own eyebrows.
Crack! The sound of illusory shattering sounded, and Wang Siyuan's eyebrows were directly penetrated. The true spirit seemed to be torn into pieces. There was an invisible flame burning inside the Dharma body. The breath began to weaken, the vitality continued to decrease, and the face became paler. Only a pair of eyes were bright to the point of madness.
He was not pretending, he did not retreat to advance, he was really killing himself!
"Two hundred thousand years in a dream, the towers are like fog and the tombs are like smoke, so many storms in the world, all are left to a cup of tea in front of the hall..." Wang Siyuan's scattered consciousness suddenly uttered a low voice, and then raised it, revealing an obvious madness, "All the past things, today, be buried with me!"
"Be buried with me!"
Wang Siyuan never liked to speak loudly, but at this time, the sound was like a long roar, shaking the cave heaven, and the Luoshu that was fighting against Yama suddenly shook, and the surface seemed to be stained with a layer of invisible flames in Wang Siyuan's body.
The light spots danced wildly, and a black and white sphere that seemed to be condensed by many magic numbers rose from the Luoshu, which seemed real, illusory, and regular. It was the mark that the Jiangdong Wang family had been constantly reinforcing in the Luoshu for more than 200,000 years, and it was the foundation for them to control this peerless magic weapon.
At this moment, with Wang Siyuan's cry of "buried with him", the mark was completely wrapped in invisible and golden double flames, burning fiercely and gradually breaking apart. Luoshu was then stimulated, and its aura was strong, illuminating the water light. A river of destiny that overlapped and merged with the long river of time was highlighted, and black and white light spots floated in it, shaped like stars, and the fragments were clear. The divine weapons and magic weapons in the formation all burned their bodies, blooming their most brilliant brilliance, reflecting the entire cave in a variety of colors, and red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple turned into a colorful cloud covering the sky.
The remains in the tomb mountain were also burning, spewing out all their power and merging into the formation. The coffins that suppressed the "monsters of heaven" flew up and crashed into the most terrifying place of the formation, tantamount to seeking death.
The absolute sword fell, plain and ordinary. The glass lamp in Meng Qi's eyes turned, and it had already illuminated the lines of cause and effect around Wang Siyuan, but the surrounding scenes also appeared in his mind.
Wang the Great Divine actually sacrificed the magic weapons accumulated by the Wang family for generations!
He actually sacrificed the remains of the Dharma bodies of the ancestors of the Wang family!
He actually sacrificed the Wang family mark in the Luoshu!
He was going to drag the entire Wang family to be buried with him!
This is equivalent to the foundation of the entire real world at present, or even more than that!
What a big deal, what a crazy young master Wang!
In addition to feeling sorry for those magic weapons, Meng Qi was dumbfounded by this and had no words to say about Wang Siyuan's madness.
This was completely beyond his expectations.
As soon as the sacrifice was completed, the Luoshu seemed to wake up, and the hazy hexagram formation was connected by the long river of fate. The colorful lights of the magic weapons and magic treasures were like waves, surging and surging.
The formation expanded and swallowed up Yan Luo's fist in an instant.
"Ah!"
A scream came from the dream. Yan Luo had no power to resist and his fist was directly wiped out. The formation was about to spread to his body along the connection. Even though he was in the underworld and was a legend, he seemed unable to withstand the Luoshu formation that sacrificed so many things!
At the critical moment, a dark fist appeared in the illusion, with five fingers that seemed to be clenched but not clenched. The black color did not look scary, but was like a gem, moist and deep, full of peace and tranquility, as if it was a presentation of the state after death.
This dark fist seemed to be directly condensed from the yin and death, but it derived a ray of life from it. The extreme yin gave birth to the yang, without showing any evil, only mystery and sublimity.
It has six fingers. When it is clenched into a fist, dark vortices appear at the knuckles, which seem to be six passages leading to different reincarnation bridges. The fist itself indicates that even reincarnation will eventually fall into an eternal "sleep".
When such a fist falls, there is no smell of fireworks, just like what you see in a dream. However, the formation formed after Luoshu was activated suddenly became dead silent. All the tributaries of the illusory river of fate were swallowed by the main trunk, leaving only the only ending of destruction. The black and white light spots with transparent debris extinguished one after another, and the colorful colors dimmed one after another. The sacrificed magic weapons and magic weapons began to fall apart, and even the entire cave began to collapse.
The formation has not yet completely "died", and the fist has penetrated a little, making Wang Siyuan's face blue, like an evil ghost, and his vitality can't stop dissipating.
Such power made Meng Qi's "sticky cause and effect" slow down for a while.
"Fengdu Emperor" finally couldn't help but descended a little power!
If it were a normal Dharmakaya, it would be terrified at this time, because it could not find a way to resist the invasion of "death", but Wang Siyuan seemed to smile, his expression was calm, and he didn't care. Anyway, he was committing suicide, so why should he be afraid of "death"?
If he was not afraid of "death", what else was there to be afraid of?
He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, smiled, and began to sit and die, no longer caring about the "Ghost God True Spirit Map" and the ancient soul-suppressing coffin.
At this moment, the power generated by the sacrifice rapidly declined under the blow of the Emperor of Fengdu, and he died. The Wang family mark of Luoshu was completely burned out.
It fell asleep again, floating quietly in the air, and it was already ownerless.
Wang Siyuan could even abandon the peerless magic weapon!
Anyway, he was going to die, what was the use of the peerless magic weapon?
The dark fist opened, and did not take the "Ghost God True Spirit Map" that belonged to him first, nor did he vent his anger on Wang Siyuan who was sitting and dying, and let him disappear into thin air, but grabbed Luoshu.
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, they will be completely perfect and belong to the other side. Even the "Emperor of Fengdu" cannot get rid of his covetous heart for a magic weapon of this level!
Just as the black fist was about to grab Luoshu, the void suddenly moved, and a head jumped out. It had a gaunt appearance, white hair, black beard, deep evil intent, and eyes like a dark vortex, showing the first and the most initial evil.
The vortex turned, and two dark and twisted sword lights shot out, slashing straight at the hand of Emperor Fengdu, one sword cut the reality, and one sword entered the dream.
Taishi Tianmo Sword? The Demon Lord actually coveted it and was ready to snatch Luoshu! Meng Qi turned his sword and was about to stick to the brilliant cause and effect line beside Wang Siyuan, but at this time, he found that the Demon Lord had taken action.
Meng Qi's thoughts raced, and he suddenly realized that Wang Siyuan's death could have been done more secretly, so why did it become known to everyone? The Emperor of Fengdu knew it, the Wang family's hidden veins knew it, and he himself guessed it. Moreover, the recurrence of his old illness did not affect his attainment of the Dharma body at all, but people felt that he had to seek life from death before.
Because he wanted to spread the news of his old illness recurring, so that everyone would speculate that he was going to die, thereby attracting the powerful and powerful people who were still able to move to spy on him, so as to prevent the Emperor of Fengdu and the one who "gave" the Luoshu to the Wang family from enjoying it, creating chaos, and creating opportunities for the follow-up.
What is his follow-up?
When the Demon Lord made his move, there was a long and lingering sound of a piano, and a slender and beautiful giant hand stretched out from the void.
Moreover, the Luoshu suddenly vibrated on its own, avoiding the dark hand of the Emperor of Fengdu, and was about to leap into the sky.
The sky suddenly turned dark red, and the clouds changed into various shapes and forms, in the most chaotic way, waiting for the return of Luoshu.
Meng Qi put aside all distractions, no longer thinking about the fight for Luoshu, no longer thinking about the great masters, but focusing 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 in meditation.
At this moment, his face suddenly twisted and was full of fear, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible, just like all the Dharma bodies of Wang's practice of "Suanjing".
Everything seemed to be calculated at the right time, and Meng Qi's absolute sword fell just in time, sticking away the bright and illusory cause and effect lines around him.