Standing in front of him are golden Buddhas surrounded by gray and white air, like a stone forest, but they can't cover up the golden cudgel that extends into the sky, and at the junction of it and the sky, a black and invisible vortex slowly rotates, Lei Ting and Qing Lian revolve around the rod body endlessly, sometimes it is nothingness, deep and terrifying, sometimes the nebula is condensed, bright and pure.
This is the scene in Meng Qi's eyes. Everything feels unreal, and even the voice from the depths of the huge pit is covered with a layer of illusion, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers:
"Swing out the knife in your heart and 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 even make a sound. Her throat was filled with anxiety, and her grief, anger, and anxiety condensed into mist, filling her bright eyes with hazy water, as if she was urging Meng Qi Run away quickly, don't worry about yourself and others, keep the green hills, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood!
Zhao Heng, who was lying in front of the golden-winged roc, kept his mouth closed and looked straight at Meng Qi with calmness, emotion, and determination.
If you are dead, we may not be able to live, but if you are not dead, we still have the hope of resurrection!
Ruan Yushu was thrown to the ground, ice crystals remained on the fairy clothes in the white dress, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she trembled involuntarily all over. She tried her best to move her lips and make a sound, but she couldn't break through the shackles and was powerless.
Her eye sockets quickly turned red, and her eyelashes were like thick brushes, trembling and fluttering, and she looked a little pitiful outside the cold, and there were illusory piano sounds overflowing from the soul, and she was in a state of panic.
For some reason, the words Ruan Yushu once said suddenly sounded in Meng Qi's mind:
"If one day, you find a chance to get rid of the six realms, and He uses me to let you fall into a trap, then you don't have to pay attention."
"Being under the control of the six realms is equivalent to death. It's better to be freed one or two times. If you have great achievements in the future, you can resurrect me."
With the words still in his ears, the matter was already in front of his eyes. Meng Qi closed his eyes, stretched out his five fingers on his right hand, and slowly but firmly reached out to the handle of the knife.
Are you willing to take out the knife without seeing the rightful owner?
? Will the spirit and spirit cultivated by so much suffering and pain in the past ten years be exhausted here?
Moreover, whether it is the slough of Manjusri Bodhisattva, the golden-winged roc, or the white sky dragon, they are not enemies that I have targeted and restrained for ten years. Their strength is equivalent to that of earth immortals, and even the former is better than Mr. Wuming, the success of this knife is very slim
A question to himself slipped across Meng Qi's mind, his eyes were as deep as ever.
It would be fine if I were a robot without any emotions, and it would be fine if I could be too forgetful, so I don't have to hesitate, struggle, or suffer.
But in this lifetime, some things are more important than life!
With a snap, his right hand caught the handle of the Lingbao knife, and with a bang, he drew out the orange fire knife.
The ray of light lit up, like the rising sun, illuminating the darkness, almost competing for glory with the birth and death of thunder.
This magical weapon is as sharp as ever, and even condenses an unimaginable knife intent. After ten years of suffering, I have never forgotten to "sharpen the knife"!
Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi with a hazy gaze, with grief, indignation and struggle, filled with no words, 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 erupt and cannot be stabilized.
Meng Qi raised his long knife, and the magic weapon seemed to explode at any time. He looked through the gap into the depths of the huge pit, where there were fishermen, his "self".
His voice was slow but firm:
"Don't you want to take me away? Don't you want to occupy this body? Then let them go, otherwise I would rather destroy myself than let you succeed!"
Simple begging for mercy is useless, and waiting to be caught puts all hope on the other party, and can only fight with oneself as a bargaining chip.
In the depths of the huge pit, the voice is ethereal, without the slightest emotion:
"My fish is not only you, you are not as important as you think."
"If you dare to self-destruct, they will surely die."
As soon as the words fell, the widow of Manjusri Bodhisattva raised the sword of wisdom, as if beheading Jiang Zhiwei.
Meng Qi's eyes were still full of emotion, and with a flash of light in his hand, Meng Qi slashed towards the center of his eyebrows.
I can do what I say, I'm not joking with you!
Manjusri Bodhisattva's Wisdom Sword then fell and struck Jiang Zhiwei's head, more decisively than Meng Qibi, more determined than Meng Qi, because he was not the one who killed him.
The sword is bright and clean, emptyAt this point, I don't understand how my luck is so abnormal in the reincarnation missions. Many missions are even tailor-made for me. My fisherman landed on the other side, but was suppressed by the Buddha, so he had certain associations and guesses. "
"Your acknowledgment made me finally relieved. The little Jade Buddha is the certificate of the fish. After a short period of adaptation, you let me start to get in touch with Ananda's inheritance, get the real little Jade Buddha that can open the door of Lingshan, and get all kinds of benefits. Once they show signs of wanting to get rid of it, they will be suppressed, they will be assigned tasks in a dilemma, they will be deliberately targeted, and they almost don't follow the rules. Just like this time, Zhiwei and the others want to cancel the return early, I'm afraid It can't be done either."
"And your original intention of becoming the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation should be two points. One is to use controlled tasks to cultivate your own fish, and the other is to explore the truth of some ancient things without attracting the attention of other big shots."
Demonic Buddha was wearing Meng Qi's most familiar appearance, 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 catastrophe approached, the seal began to loosen, and I was able to reveal a little strength to seek a way to escape early with the help of the seal of reincarnation. 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. I am no stranger to everything you have experienced. Su Ziyuan is the bait used to deceive some guys. You are my real 'fish'. The fish attracted by the earth, hey, Lu Ya is not fooled because of this, and now your Yuanshi real body is about to become successful, once you merge, the Tathagata golden body, the Buddha-reversing demon body, and Yuanshi real body are all together, maybe I can immediately Get out of trouble and find a breakthrough for the last step."
?Ananda's nine forms of Tathagata's divine palms are one, and what he proves is the Tathagata's golden body, but it has not yet grown up, so it is modestly called Ananda's Dharma Body.
Mofo walked towards Meng Qi step by step, looked at him, looked at him, nodded slightly, very satisfied with the growth of the fish, very satisfied with the harvest this time, there is no coercion, but the suffocating atmosphere is better than any coercion!
After a few steps, he and Meng Qi were very close, and the breath of the two almost identical faces could be heard.
"Don't struggle, the other 'I', you will soon appreciate the realm of the other side, a realm that you will never experience in your life, this is the glory of being a fish, this is my gift." Mo Buddha's eyes Deep, his body gradually blurred, his right hand stretched out, and pressed it between Meng Qi's eyebrows.
Meng Qi didn't struggle, and seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He looked directly at the Demon Buddha, and suddenly said: