Cut him with the Fruits of Karma?
When Mengqi heard this request, he had a feeling that it was within his expectations. When Wang Siyuan mentioned that the Sage of Arithmetic did not become the Heavenly Way Monster, he mentioned the Fruits of Karma and mentioned that Ananda could choose among the most important karma, he had a vague premonition in this regard. The Grand Wang Siyuan mentioned in his sickbed during the day had always been crazy and unexpected. Even if he was really going to die, he would not be depressed. He would only use his own death as a trap and play a big game. This was the basis of his premonition.
Sure enough, the Grand Wang Siyuan was really going to carry out his final madness!
He would not give up until he saw the King of Hell!
However, was he really going to use the Fruits of Karma to seek death and drag the source of pain of the Wang Family into the trap to get rid of the ancient curse, or to seek life and break free from the shackles?
After saying that, Wang Siyuan stood there quietly. The chilly wind blew his white robe violently, making him look more and more fragile. He did not explain his purpose or the specific plan. It seemed that Mengqi did not need to know this. He only needed to step into the ancestral hall seven days later, wield the Fruits of Karma, choose a relatively light karma that could be borne, and then put the knife back into the sheath and floated away. He did not need to know the beginning, nor did he need to care about the result, nor did he need to understand the process. All the feelings and participation were only on this knife.
If it was not someone I have known for many years, this kind of knife and this kind of behavior of a swordsman is quite in line with my aesthetics … Mengqi criticized in his heart. He did not ask more and turned to walk out of the grave mountain. His green robe floated, and his long knife was hidden.
If he got to the bottom of the plot of a swindler, it would easily spoil his plan. The best treatment was not to ask.
This matter involved the eternal puzzle and the terrible Heavenly Way Monster. Maybe as long as Wang Siyuan revealed a little bit, the real plan would immediately be known by the mastermind behind the scenes.
The swordsman stepped out of the cave. Wang Siyuan still stood there, like a jade statue, without any movement for a long time.
…
He Xiang was guarding at the edge of the ancestral hall. Seeing Mengqi come out, she did not ask more. She bowed and led Mengqi back to the Heavenly Mystery Tower.
At this moment, a crescent moon was flowing westward.
Mengqi knelt behind the table and stared blankly at the crescent moon. His mind was in turmoil.
In the dead of night, there was a subtle enjoyment of being the only one awake when everyone else was asleep.
In this round, did Wang Siyuan really want to die, or did he have a chance to live?
Since Immortal Luya was free, he would not be able to seize the List of Deification for a long time. It seemed like he had to change his method and try other methods. Perhaps he could rely on his role in involving the Devil Buddha and continue to cooperate with him. Not to mention other things, at least the names of Lady Mother of the Chariot and other acquaintances had to be erased from the list. At the very least, he had to exchange for a bit of Senior Chonghe's soul …
Senior Brother Qi had found a place to display his skills. There had been earth-shaking changes in the Southern Wasteland and it had begun to affect the martial arts world and the aristocratic families and sects of the Central Plains. Previously, it was temporarily peaceful because of his top-notch cultivation and the possession of the Claws Of The Devil. Now that the Dharmakaya had returned, the storm had begun to brew. He could not just sit back and watch. He had to sound out Mr. Lu, Senior Su, and the others to determine their attitude and mediate …
The Heavenly Lord Yuanshi had suppressed him for many years and almost cut off his path of cultivation. His hatred was deep and he could not be careless. He could not be blindly optimistic because of the involvement of the Devil Buddha. Many people were afraid of the Devil Buddha, but more powerful Great Mediums and even bigwigs were afraid of the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. They did not want to see him grow up and complete the Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's plan …
According to the progress of his cultivation and the current situation of the Southern Wasteland, Senior Brother Qi was almost at the threshold of proving Dharmakaya. The Demonic Monarch and the other powerful Great Mediums would watch him succeed and prove an unprecedented Dharmakaya. Would they not add more shackles and control him? At that time, there would definitely be a big storm. Maybe there would be powerful people from the Middle Ages or even the ancient times. Would he compete with them? How much help could he be?
All kinds of things in the future flashed through his mind. Mengqi completely calmed down and thought about them.
Of course, these were all imminent or would happen in a few years. The longer term crisis was naturally a big disaster. Naturally, it would be the return of the powerful Great Mediums and bigwigs. And the most important response was to train hard, sharpen and improve as soon as possible.
I hope that when the curtain rises, I will have already achieved the Legendary realm …
Phew, the cool night breeze blew in, bringing with it a sense of freshness. It also seemed to have the remaining coldness of the Tomb Mountain. Mengqi's heart moved and his senses were generated. He found a lame old servant carrying a food box approaching the Heavenly Mystery Tower.
"Uncle Fu, why are you here?" He Xiang asked in a low voice.
The lame old servant said, "The master asked me to send supper to the guests."
He Xiang checked and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," Mengqi withdrew his senses.
The door opened and the lame old servant limped in. He bowed and put down the food box, taking out a plate of dark red pig's blood cake.
This was a little different from usual. It seemed that the blood had not dried yet, giving people a shocking feeling.
Mengqi was slightly puzzled and looked up at the lame old servant, Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu's wrinkled face suddenly revealed a sinister and strange smile. He said in a hoarse voice,
"Don't be a busybody!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body became illusory and distorted. It was as if he was no longer in this world and was not worried about being caught by the Dharmakaya.
Mengqi's expression was calm. He stretched out his right hand and casually grabbed into the void in front of him. The long river surrounded him and the Sword Qi was secretly released. In an instant, it penetrated through layers of time and space, pinched Uncle Fu and pulled him out.
"How, how could it be …" Uncle Fu was at a loss. His skin turned green. He struggled with all his might but could not get rid of Mengqi's right hand.
Mengqi looked at him and said calmly, "You dare to play the Way of Time and Space in front of me? Who ordered you to do this? "
Thump, thump, thump. The sound of a heartbeat came from his chest.
At this moment, chilly wind blew and black fog filled the air. Two huge black shadows appeared. One had a bull's head and the other a horse's face. They held a trident and a spear and said aggressively, "Su Meng, your time is up. Come with us to the Nether World!"
Bull's head and horse's face? Going to the Nether World? Mengqi suddenly thought of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven's cancellation of the Book of Life and Death. He laughed and said, "You're just a ghost. What right do you have to capture me?"
As he spoke, he raised his sleeves. The world turned dark and Bull's head and horse's face were thrown into the darkness at the same time.
"Save …" Uncle Fu suddenly shouted when he saw Bull's head and horse's face. But just as he opened his mouth, he saw Bull's head and horse's face fly into Mengqi's sleeve without any resistance. His voice suddenly stopped.
Are they on the same side? Just as Mengqi was puzzled, a majestic voice came from outside again, "You dare to resist the Nether World? Damn it! "
A purplish-black smoke rushed into the window and turned into a man in a loose robe with big sleeves. He had a black beard and a serious expression. He held a judge in his hand and had a majestic aura that was far stronger than Bull's head and horse's face.
"Judge Cui! Help me! "" Uncle Fu "finally shouted.
Then he saw Mengqi raise his sleeves again. A strong wind blew and the world turned upside down. Judge Cui was shocked and became smaller and smaller. He could not help but go into the sleeve.
"This …" Uncle Fu was stunned.
Mengqi tapped the table with his left hand and said with a smile, "Will the Ten Kings of Hell come to arrest me later?"
"I don't know …" Uncle Fu answered blankly.
"They have all been captured. Who else are you counting on? Tell me who you are! "Mengqi suddenly shouted.
"I, I am the ghost god of the Nether World. I was sent by the Great Emperor to warn you to mind your own business!" At the mention of the Great Emperor, Uncle Fu regained his vigor and his voice involuntarily became higher.
Mengqi laughed, "There are the Immortal World above and the Nine Serenities below. Ghosts and demons coexist and the Acheron is connected. How can there be the Nether World?"
"The Nether World was built by the Great Emperor!" Uncle Fu said with his head held high.
The Nether World was built by the Great Emperor? Bull's head and horse's face, Judge Cui, ghost god? Mengqi suddenly thought of the Real Spirit Map of Ghosts and Gods. After its mysterious disappearance, it had reappeared and completed its transformation. It was many times more powerful than when it was refined by the first ancestor of the Wang family. However, the real spirit of the god inside had long disappeared.
The List of Deification established the position of heaven and earth. Was the Nether World related to the Real Spirit Map of Ghosts and Gods?
Who was the Great Emperor?
Just as Meng Qi was about to speak, the "Uncle Fu" in front of him suddenly screamed and turned into green smoke. The surrounding chilly wind dissipated in an instant, and the black fog faded away in an instant. The waning moon shone again, its clear light dreamy, as if nothing had happened.
Meng Qi looked at the empty palm of his right hand, and then looked at the empty sleeve. He then looked at the tightly shut door and He Xiang, who was dutifully serving outside the door.
Everything he had experienced before seemed to be just a dream.
Mengqi frowned.
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