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Chapter 1064 200,000 Years in a Dream

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    Meng Qi knew that Mr. Wang was crazy, but he never knew that he was crazy to such an extent. He had obviously achieved the Dharma Body, and no longer worried about dying at fifty.  , Slowly lay out the layout, there is no need to rush for a while, so that the green hills will be left without worrying about no firewood, but he actually chose the most intense and incredible way!

    Did he achieve Dharmakaya just to commit suicide?

    Originally, I thought that the reason for Prince Wang's plan to die was because of the return of "Ghosts, Gods and True Spirits", and the "Fengdu Emperor" was pressing every step of the way, which made it difficult for him to deal with it.  Grasping a chance to prove the dharmakaya and temporarily get rid of the predicament of dying, and letting himself be "stained with karma" means that he is prepared to save his life under this situation, so as to get rid of most unnecessary karma and alleviate the burden of life.  The burden, and then use the "Monster of the Heavenly Dao" to fight against the "Emperor Fengdu" to achieve a certain balance, so as to turn the dangerous road into a smooth road, but the current performance of Mr. Wang has completely overturned his own thoughts. He really wants to die.  Hard as a rock!

    is this necessary?  Need to be this crazy?

    Did Wang Siyuan never think about getting out alive when he stepped into the cave?

    Since the middle ages, the most outstanding magician of the Wang family chose to end his life in such a drastic way?

    Sure enough, Wang Siyuan was also a lunatic through and through, and his madness penetrated into his spirit and blood Meng Qi was shocked to be shocked, and confused to be puzzled, but he didn't slow down at all. With one step, he was already on the graveyard, and his right hand was drawn out.  Zi Lei's condensed absolute sword.

    No matter what, he had to do what he promised Wang Dashen stick meticulously. As for the final outcome, it all depended on his own plan.

    With a clang sound, Jue Dao was drawn out, and a bright purple color shone through the darkness and obscurity. At this moment, Wang Siyuan's left hand with parallel fingers pierced his forehead.

    Click!  The sound of illusory shattering sounded, and the center of Wang Siyuan's eyebrows was directly pierced. The true spirit seemed to be torn apart. An invisible flame burned inside the Dharma body. The breath began to weaken, and the vitality continued to decrease.

    He didn't put on airs, he didn't retreat, he was really killing himself!

    "Two hundred thousand years in a dream, buildings and terraces are like mist and graves are like smoke, and there are so many things going on in the world, all you have to do is pay for a cup of tea" Wang Siyuan's scattered consciousness suddenly pronounced in a low voice, and then raised it, revealing the obvious meaning of madness  , "Everything in the past, let's be buried with me today!"

    "Let's be buried with you!"

    Wang Siyuan never liked to speak loudly, but at this time his voice was like a long howl, shaking the heavens, and Luo Shu, who was fighting against Yan Luo, suddenly trembled, and the surface seemed to be stained with a layer of invisible flames like Wang Siyuan's body.

    The light spots danced wildly, and a black and white ball that seemed to be condensed by many spells rose from Luoshu, which seemed real, illusory, and regular.  It is the foundation for them to control this peerless magic weapon.

    But at this moment, following Wang Siyuan's "buried with him", this imprint was completely wrapped by invisible and golden double flames, burning blazingly, and gradually cracked, and Luo Shu was urged accordingly, with a strong breath, shining water, a line with  The river of fate that overlaps and merges with the long river of time is highlighted, and black and white light spots are floating in it, shaped like stars, and the debris is clear. Every magic weapon in the formation burns up and blooms.  With its most brilliant brilliance, it reflects the entire cave sky in colorful colors, turning red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple into an overwhelming rainbow.

    The sloughs in the graveyard were also burning, spewing out all their power, and merged into the formation. The coffins suppressing the "heavenly monsters" all flew up and crashed into the most terrifying place in the formation, as if they were looking for death.

    Jue Dao's slashing was unremarkable, the glazed lights in Meng Qi's eyes turned, and the lines of cause and effect around Wang Siyuan had already been illuminated, but the surrounding scenes were also reflected in his mind.

    The Wang Dashen stick actually sacrificed the magic weapons accumulated by the Wang family through the ages!

    Actually sacrificed the dharma bodies of the ancestors of the royal family!

    Actually sacrificed the seal of the Wang family in Luoshu!

    This is to drag the entire Wang family to be buried with him!

    This is equivalent to the current reality of the entire real world and even surpasses many backgrounds!

    What a big hand, what a crazy Mr. Wang!

    Apart from feeling sorry for those magical soldiers, Meng Qi was already dumbfounded by this, and could not respond to Wang Siyuan's madness.

    This was completely beyond my expectations.

    After 10% of the sacrifice, Luo Shu seemed to wake up, the hazy array of hexagrams was penetrated by the long river of fate, and the various rays of light blooming from the magical weapons were like waves, surging and surging.

    ?The big formation swelled, swallowing Yan Luo's fist in one go.

    "ah!"

    A scream came from the dream, Yan Luo had no power to resist, and his fist was wiped out directly, and the big formation was about to spread to his body along the connection, even in the underworld, as a legend, it seemed that he couldn't bear it  Live in the Luoshu Great Formation where so many things have been sacrificed!

    At a critical juncture, a pitch-black fist protruded from the illusion. The five fingers seemed to be gripped but not gripped. The black color did not appear terrifying, but was like a gemstone, moist and deep, full of peace and tranquility, as if it was the presentation of the state after death.

    This pitch-black fist seems to be directly condensed from the yin and death, but there is a ray of life in it, which is extremely yin and yang, and it does not show the slightest evil, only mysterious and sublime.

    It has six fingers, and when it is clenched into a fist, there is a black vortex at the knuckles, which seems to be six passages, leading to different bridges of reincarnation, and the fist body shows that no matter how reincarnated, it will eventually fall into eternity  The "sleeping".

    Such a fist knocked down without any fireworks, as seen in a dream, but the large formation formed by Luo Shu after being urged suddenly became dead silent, and the many tributaries of the illusory river of fate were all swallowed up by the main trunk, leaving only the only ending of disillusionment  , the black and white light spots sprinkled with clear debris went out one by one, and the colorful splendor dimmed one after another. The sacrificed soldiers and magic weapons began to be fragmented, and even the entire cave began to fall apart.

    The formation has not yet completely "dead", the fist has penetrated a little, making Wang Siyuan's face turn blue, like a ghost, the vitality can not stop dissipating.

    This kind of power made Meng Qi's "sticky cause and effect" slow down a bit.

    "The Emperor of Fengdu" finally couldn't help but descended with a little power!

    If it was a normal dharma body, it would definitely be frightening at this time, because there is no way to resist the invasion of "death", but Wang Siyuan seemed to be smiling, with a calm expression, and he didn't care. He was committing suicide anyway, so he was still afraid of "death"?

    If you are not even afraid of "death", what else is there to be afraid of?

    He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and began to sit down, no longer caring about the "Picture of Ghosts, Gods and True Spirits" and the coffin of ancient souls.

    Just at this time, the power generated by the sacrifice rapidly declined under the blow of Emperor Fengdu, and it went to death. Luoshu's Wang's imprint was completely burned out.

    It returned to sleep, quietly floating in the air, and it was already an ownerless thing.

    Wang Siyuan can even give up a peerless magic weapon!

    I'm going to die anyway, so what's the use of the peerless magic weapon?

    He opened his pitch-black fists, he didn't take his own "Ghosts, Gods and True Spirit Map" first, and he didn't vent his anger on Wang Siyuan who was sitting in the bed, letting him disappear in smoke, but grabbed Luo Shu.

    Luoshu, a peerless magic weapon, is also called the symbol of Yi Dao together with Hetu. It is rumored that if the two are united, they will be completely perfect.

    Seeing that the pitch-black fist was about to grab Luo Shu, there was a squirm in the void, and a head jumped out. It had a pale face, all white hair, a black beard, deep evil intentions, and eyes like dark swirls, revealing the very beginning of evil.

    The vortex turned, and two dark and distorted sword lights shot out, slashing straight at the hand of Emperor Fengdu, one sword cuts the reality, the other enters the dream.

    Taishitian magic sword?  The Demon Lord is coveting beside him, ready to snatch Luo Shu!  With one turn of Meng Qi's saber, he was about to stick away the bright line of cause and effect around Wang Siyuan, but at this moment, he found that the demon king had made a move.

    The thought turned, and Meng Qi suddenly realized that Wang Siyuan's plan for death could be done more secretly. Why did it become known to the world? Emperor Fengdu knew it, the hidden veins of the Wang family knew it, and he himself guessed it, and his old disease  The relapse did not affect his realization of the Dharma body at all, but it made people feel that he had to die to survive before that.

    Because he just wanted to spread the news that his old illness had relapsed, making everyone speculate that he was planning to die, so as to attract the prying eyes of powerful and powerful people who can still move, so as to prevent Emperor Fengdu from "giving Luoshu" back then.  "The one from the Wang family specializes in this, creating chaos and creating opportunities for the follow-up.

    What's next for him?

    At the same time as the demon king made his move, there was a mellow sound of a zither, and the immortal energy faded away. A slender and beautiful giant hand protruded out of nothingness.

    Moreover, Luo Shu suddenly oscillated on his own, avoiding the dark hands of Emperor Fengdu, and was about to leap into the sky.

    ?The high sky is suddenly dark red, the clouds are changing, and the appearance is thousands of shapes. It is extremely chaotic, waiting for Luoshu's return.

    Meng Qi got rid of his miscellaneous thoughts, no longer thinking about the Luoshu competition, no longer thinking about these great supernatural beings, but focusing on Wang Siyuan.

    Wang Siyuan's eyes were closed tightly, his breath was about to dissipate completely, and it was the last moment before sitting down.

    Just at this moment, his face was suddenly distorted, full of fear, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible, just like all the dharma bodies in Wang's practice of "Sutra".

    Everything seemed to have been timed, and Meng Qi's sword fell just in time, sticking away the bright and illusory lines of cause and effect around him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?, his face suddenly distorted, full of fear, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible, just like all the dharma bodies in Wang's practice of "Suanjing".

    Everything seemed to have been timed, and Meng Qi's sword fell just in time, sticking away the bright and illusory lines of cause and effect around him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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