Chapter 403

"Its color is red like fire, which is obviously different from other karma threads …" Mengqi frowned slightly and thought to himself. As someone who knew many secrets about Ananda, an idea came to his mind.

"Could this be a karma thread between Ananda and the Demonic Saint?"

As one of the Five Ancient Emperors, the Fire Emperor Feng Xi, the host of "demons wreaking havoc on the earth", the Demonic Saint was qualified to leave such a strange karma thread no matter in terms of realm or strength!

"Only by touching the karma of the Demonic Saint can I get the Formation Eye?" Mengqi could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

However, when he calmed down and observed, he found that there was still a chance!

If he had been at the Formation Eye from the beginning and witnessed such a karma thread, Mengqi would not have dared to resist it. Because without comparison, he could only tell that it was dangerous, but could not determine the specific degree of danger.

However, with Devil Master Han Guang fighting Abbot Kong Wen and Ananda killing the Sage of Arithmetic, Mengqi had a basis to make a judgment!

"It's much more dangerous than the karma thread of Ananda killing the Sage of Arithmetic, and slightly more dangerous than the karma thread of Devil Master fighting Abbot Kong Wen. It's not as scary as the others, and it's within an acceptable range …" Mengqi speculated cautiously and did not dare to advance.

Although he did not know why the karma thread left by the Demonic Saint, who was considered a top mighty person, would be safer than most, he could make a certain judgment with the help of his previous experience!

"Phew …" Mengqi exhaled, calmed his fear, anxiety, and uneasiness, and analyzed his judgment from the beginning.

After confirming that there was no mistake, he got rid of all kinds of emotions and prepared to interrupt Samsara. He reached out "Heaven Inflicted Pain" and took the initiative to touch the fiery red karma thread.

Silently, heaven and earth changed. Everything seemed to be melting, and all Dharma and Logos were supporting a purplish red flame.

The purplish red flame was bright and beautiful, and inside stood a tall, slender woman in a dark red imperial robe. Her facial features were the most perfect that Mengqi had ever seen, and it was hard to describe them in words. No matter what kind of face one liked, one could always find the satisfaction that one yearned for in her face.

She was noble and graceful, with a cold expression and eyes. She held a dark red spear in both hands.

"It's the Demonic Saint Feng Xi …" Mengqi found himself a monk again, wearing a white frock, holding prayer beads in his left hand and lowering the Buddhist Commandment Blade in his right hand.

The Demonic Saint stepped forward, pointing the dark red spear between his eyebrows and asked coldly,

The Demonic Saint stepped forward and pointed the dark red spebetween his eyebrows.

"I can't wield this blade." The white-robed Ananda raised his left hand. It was the inscription of the karma lines, not Meng Qi's answer.

Meng Qi couldn't understand his feelings and feelings at the moment. He could only watch as the Monster Saint took another step forward and said in a tone of hidden hatred,

"Saint" was, and said.

"Ananda". Aning. Feng. Aning. Buddha, and all. Aning. Aning Pain.

The Demonic Saint did not say anything. With a shake of his hands, the spear was like a real dragon coming out of the sea, pointing at Mengqi's eyebrows. The purplish red flame gathered and turned into the shape of a phoenix. Heaven and earth were burning, Dharma and Logos were melting, and everything was burning.

Ananda seemed to have given up resistance and let the spear stab his forehead.

Mengqi felt pain. He felt that every part of his body was melting, and his Vital Spirit was burning fiercely, bursting with indescribable pain, extreme pain.

If the pain was measured by the burning of a hot iron, then at this moment, Mengqi's pain was thousands of times worse, so much so that Mengqi could not faint. The pain was beyond the limit, and even his instinctive protection was useless!

His breath was full of flames. Mengqi saw his skin and flesh were scorched, and even melted into fiery water. His vision was full of purplish red.

The Interior was collapsing, and the connected Dharma and Logos were melting. The Immortal Primeval Form sat in the center, becoming more and more blurred and illusory. When it could not bear it, Mengqi's Vital Spirit would also die!

Vaguely, Mengqi heard the Demonic Saint's slightly surprised voice.

"Hmph, the Way of Reincarnation!"

His Vital Spirit showed signs of burning, and Mengqi felt that he could no longer bear it. Just as he was about to stop and return, he vaguely saw the Demonic Saint pull out his spear and say in a cold voice,

"If the heart is unwilling, it will sink into oblivion. Even if you understand thousands of Dharma, it will be difficult to see your true face!"

"Every time you reincarnate, I'll kill you every time. I'll kill until your imprint completely disappears!"

The red figure proudly walked away. The burning began to subside, and coolness hit him. Mengqi finally held on until the end.

The power of the Demonic Saint's flame was much weaker than he had expected. Perhaps it was because the woman had passed away, and time had eroded it, so it was not too dangerous!

His vision returned to normal, and the strange red karma lines began to dissipate, slowly revealing the figure in the eye of the formation.

Mengqi held his breath and waited, feeling a little nervous. He thought about the Demonic Saint's words just now.

"Mark?"

The red became lighter, and the "figure" sitting cross-legged became clearer. Mengqi could not help but speed up. What was waiting for him?

Could he really master the Fruits of Karma?

…

"This is the Karma Fruit Formation. It is much more dangerous than the previous four formations," Wang Siyuan reminded him. Wang Siyuan reminded Duan Rui, "Don't ever get attached to any of the star lines. They may be connected to some mighty person. Just a little bit of karma can consign you to eternal doom."

Duan Rui's eyes widened as he looked at the bright karma lines floating in the darkness. He asked subconsciously, "Who can be called a mighty person in the world today?"

"Of course, it's the mighty people of the ancient and medieval times. Half of the karma is left by Ananda, and the other half is replicated by the formation of the people who entered in the past. You can't bear any of the star lines!" Wang Dezhong said lightly.

"The people who entered in the past?" Duan Rui was surprised. He thought that this was a secret place that only a few people had been to!

Wang Siyuan coughed and said, "Before the Devil Buddha's chaos, this place was not a secret among some of the masters, but no one had ever reached the top. An ancestor of my family had explored this place."

"After the Devil Buddha's chaos, this place mysteriously disappeared until Dharma accidentally entered. He passed through six layers of the mountain and obtained the Buddha's Palm."

"But, but the mighty people of the ancient and medieval times have long passed away. What does it have to do with them?" Duan Rui understood.

Wang Siyuan looked at him with a faint smile and said, "The mighty people have their own imprints between heaven and earth. Even if they passed away, it will take a long time for the imprints to disappear completely. Once you are stained by the karma lines, you will have to bear the power from the imprints."

Duan Rui felt enlightened and deduced many things from one example. "In other words, the longer the imprints are, the weaker the power of the countercharge. The karma lines of the medieval times are more dangerous than those of the ancient times?"

"Not necessarily. At the level of the Nine Primogenitors of Taoism and the Five Emperors of the ancient times, the imprints are immortal, unless they are abandoned and refined into something else." Wang Siyuan did not explain in detail. He held the tortoise book and led the three into the formation of Fruits of Karma.

…

In a secret place, a Black Golden Spear with Phoenix Wings that had no aura or power suddenly made a soft sound, and all the surrounding birds chirped in unison!

"The Spear of Mythical Creatures is showing signs of awakening!" A surprised voice blurted out.

…

Mengqi stood in front of the formation and watched the red karma lines turn into flowing light and slowly collapse.

It was like a door that was slowly opening, revealing the things inside.

Mengqi was a person who was calmer the more dangerous the situation was. His nervousness and uneasiness disappeared magically at this moment, and he focused on the figure sitting cross-legged.

No matter what happened, what was to come would eventually come!

Escaping could not solve the problem. Only by facing it head-on could there be hope to defeat it!

Bang! In the illusory sound, the red karma lines disappeared completely, and the figure sitting cross-legged in the eye of the formation finally appeared in front of Mengqi!

It was a wooden sculpture of a monk in a white robe. He looked handsome, but his face was full of bitterness, as if he was worrying about the world of mortals and suffering.

Ananda!

This was the first time that Mengqi saw the true face of Ananda. He, who had been shrouded in the fog, finally "showed up"!

However, Mengqi was not surprised. Instead, his mind was buzzing, and his heart was filled with stormy waves. He could no longer control himself!

Ananda's facial features were completely different from his, but he felt like he was looking at himself when he saw him!

He is me?

I am him?

Mengqi's deepest worry and greatest worry seemed to have turned into reality at this moment!

Was this "evil ghost" from ancient times really attached to him?

All kinds of karma seemed to come from the dark, and there was a feeling of being added to Mengqi's body. However, for some reason, they all stopped near the wooden sculpture.

At some point, the wooden sculpture had changed. The left side of the body was ancient and distant, real and unique, giving people the feeling that it could not be changed. The right side was hazy, as if it was condensed from countless starlight, changing constantly and difficult to figure out!

At this moment, words suddenly appeared in Mengqi's mind:

"The past does not change, but the future is uncertain!"

Buzz! Mengqi's mind was shaken, and all the questions he had about "Fruits of Karma" seemed to have been answered at this moment.

He had never understood why "sticking" to karma would cause the enemy to die. It seemed that without the cause of birth, the karma of existence would be lost, but didn't this change the past? How could the physical reality disappear just like that? It was really unbelievable!

But now, after witnessing the changes in the sculpture, Mengqi suddenly understood!

The past could not be changed, but the future had all kinds of possibilities, affected by many complicated antecedents. Unless the future became the present, it could not be accurately grasped.

And "Fruits of Karma" temporarily took away karma, creating the illusion of "non-existence" or distorting and magnifying a certain karma. Thus, the factors that affected the future became simple, and the result was certain and only, which was complete death!

This was "Fruits of Karma", the real "Fruits of Karma"!

Darkness appeared around Mengqi, and dazzling lines of stars appeared. The hand that held the saber seemed to loosen and tighten, and he no longer felt that it was difficult to draw the saber!

After so many years and all kinds of bitter begging, he had finally mastered the real "Fruits of Karma"!

The long saber let out a soft hum, drawing a beautiful trajectory, and lightly flicked at the dark.

The wooden sculpture suddenly shattered, and all the karma lines suddenly lost control. They intertwined, condensed, collapsed, and silently exploded.

The fifth level was restored to peace, and the mountain peak was revealed. Mengqi stood where he was, muttering to himself.

"No matter what the antecedents were, I am me, not someone else!"

"Since you are already 'dead', then die a good death!"

…

Wang Siyuan, Duan Rui, and the others were moving forward cautiously when they suddenly saw the karma lines go crazy. They seemed to be boiling, condensing toward the center, and intertwining into a bright ball of light.

The ball of light collapsed and suddenly exploded, destroying the object in the eye of the formation.

Everything became calm, like a normal mountain peak. Wang Siyuan's expression changed slightly, and his left hand suddenly clenched. It seemed that half of the purpose of this trip had inexplicably failed!

…

Mengqi collected himself and looked at the sixth level. He had to consider whether he should go up or not.

Now that he had formed the Fruits of Karma, he no longer had any desire to take risks.

"When I go back, I have to study the karma content of" Heavenly Golden Scripture ". It would be best if I can obtain the related cultivation chapter of" Principles of Karma "before I become a Dharmakaya, and then merge it with" Fruits of Karma "to create my own karma bladesmanship, so that I will not be controlled by Ananda at all!" Mengqi secretly thought about his future plans.

If he only relied on "Fruits of Karma", he would probably fall right into Ananda's trap!

Moreover, the cultivation of "Principles of Karma" belonged to the content of Dharmakaya, so Mengqi did not expect to directly master it. Therefore, he had to comprehend and combine them to create his own bladesmanship.

To be honest, Mengqi still had doubts about himself being "Ananda". When he used "Supernatural Power of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth", he did not see Ananda's shadow at all. Moreover, he had traveled through time and was born in the technological world of earth, so he did not seem to have anything to do with Ananda.

"Could it be that Su Ziyuan is the reincarnation of Ananda? In the end, he was inexplicably taken over by me? " While Mengqi was puzzled, he found that the sixth level of the formation was the superposition of the previous five levels, and the eye of the formation was obviously not broken. It was unusually dangerous.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a black gas at the edge of the sixth level, forming a cage. It was connected to the formation and trapped a figure.

"Who is it?" Mengqi was shocked.

"Someone is actually trapped here?

Could it be the "Devil Master" Han Guang who broke in earlier? "

…

Kong Wen looked at the Gobi Desert of Immensity Sea and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice, "Junior Brother Kong Jian, Martial Nephew Wu Jing, I think the place where the Buddha Aura rose earlier seems to be related to the Twelve Forms of Karma. Please split up and confirm it."

He gave them two handwritten letters, and Kong Jian and Wu Jing immediately split up.

Kong Wen stepped on a golden lotus and walked towards one of the places. After flying for a while, the sky suddenly changed color and became blood-yellow and deathly still.

Below, a river of the same color appeared. It meandered through the void and connected to many gloomy and terrifying places. There was a hell of fire, evil spirits fighting for food, and animals mutilating themselves. It seemed that as long as one was stained with a drop of blood from the Yellow River, one would fall into it!

One of the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Human stood there. One was as twisted as a shadow, and the other was as white as a mountain …

"Kong Wen, your time is approaching!" A majestic voice sounded.

Kong Wen's expression changed slightly.

"Life-changing Sect? The Three Paths Formation? "

…

There were many secrets here, and he had to find out about them. Mengqi thought for a moment and slowly approached. He asked in a clear voice,

"May I know who you are? Why are you trapped here? "

The figure trapped in the sixth layer of the formation sighed.

"Amitabha, I am Kong Wen."

…

In the gloomy and deathly silent ancient tomb, the Sect Master in the dark coffin and the man shrouded in blood-yellow fog were waiting for the result.

A row of soul lamps was placed on the stone table in front of them, burning quietly.

"Rest assured, Sect Master …" the man shrouded in fog said in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew and three soul lamps were extinguished at the same time!