Human Shackles

There will never be unsolvable things in the world, we just need to find a way to eliminate or resolve them.

Luo Kai thought of the fox girl who died in the fairy city earlier. Although a long time has passed since then, the resentment caused by the fox girl's death is still attached to the place where she died. No matter how the wind and rain wash it away, it has not dissipated. On a certain level Say, it is also immortal.

This resentment has no intelligence, it is just a persistent thought and a sense of "hate". If the source of her hatred can be found, it can be resolved.

In other words, there is only one way to kill this undead creature, which is to get rid of its obsession.

For ordinary creatures like the fox girl, avenging her is the best way to get rid of resentment. But for aliens at the level of Huang Ting's Twelve Corpses, their obsession is not so easy to resolve. Maybe It is not an individual obsession such as revenge, but a certain way of heaven or fixed values ​​that one pursues.

Luo Kai asked Bi Ling'er next to him: "Ling'er, have you heard of the story of Xing Tianwu Qianqi?"

The mythical stories of the lower world do not apply to the heavenly world. Bi Ling'er shook her head blankly: "No, but among the founders of humanity, there is the Xingtian clan. This is a hermit tribe, and its members are rarely born. Are you talking about Xingtian? A member of the clan?"

Luo Kai didn't know that Xing Tian really existed, so he could only say: "Maybe so. In short, there is a man named Xing Tian. His head was cut off and his soul was scattered. But although his soul was scattered, his mind was still there. It uses the **** as its eyes, its navel as its mouth, dances with its limbs, and vows to kill the enemy for revenge."

Xin Jian'er looked confused, but she knew what Bi Ling meant.

On the other hand, Shu Chan, the eldest girl, said without thinking, "He is saying that the guy named Xing Tian is a kind of obsession like the seventeen corpses of Huang Ting?"

"Sister, wait for you." Xinjian'er followed slowly.

At this point, the seven low-level gods on the other side of the heaven had to participate in the battle. Relatively speaking, the more nervous one was the monk Huijue of Xiaokong Temple. I sat cross-legged in the sky and stopped chanting sutras. The corpse of Huang Ting's ancestor stood behind me. There is no way to recover, but as soon as the menstruation stops, the ancestral corpse will immediately end its rebirth, which leaves me with no way to distract myself.

King Zengguang, who was still out of breath, nodded gratefully towards Huijue and turned his eyes to the Pantheon again.

Tianmen is the same as a city under the secular world. It is just a port isolated under the sea of ​​clouds. There are no natural dangers to defend. The enemy cannot attack from all directions from all over the world. In that kind of combat environment, is there any defense? Useful, just didn't take the initiative.

The rest of me did not block them head-on. Zhengguang Tianwang restrained two bodies by himself. All I practiced were fierce and explosive fighting skills. When I finished exerting all my strength, the angry star in the sky shone even darker, and a wave of Pang Ranwei's power was endlessly blessing him, and with every punch he punched, the surrounding void seemed to be shaking.

Bi Ling looked at the dead and resurrected skeletons on the battlefield, and said solemnly: "Yes, obsession is formed either from hatred or not from love. It cannot destroy a person's soul and Physically, my resentment before death will be transformed into an extremely negative energy that is almost impossible to eliminate and will gradually corrupt people's hearts and the world.

Definitely looking at the battlefield from a bird's eye view, the scene is as bad as tens of millions of ants besieging a giant. Although the number of ants is small, it will take a long time to kill the giant.

Each eye blinked heavily, showing various expressions, some of them were meditating, some of them were concentrating, some of them showed anger, some of them were full of compassion, and other expressions. Thousands of people All of them appear under one person.

Bi Ling could think of the deep-seated factors behind Huang Ting's seventeen corpses, and the gods and Buddhas all over the heaven would naturally think of it. But if the resentment was so difficult to resolve, there would be no need for the existence of the eight reincarnations, and the cause and effect of sins would also be eliminated. It will happen, and the karma and fate will be meaningless.

The first one to bear the brunt was Huang Ting's corpse. Its recovery speed dropped slightly, almost to a standstill.

"Hmph, you're the one who needs to take care of me." Ling'er returned to his true nature as a great demon, glared at Bi Ling, then took out the seven-colored dagger and rushed away from the battlefield.

The Tianmen defenders summoned all kinds of magic weapons, weapons, and battle armors, and rushed into the endless army of undead.

There are less than seventeen corpses in Huang Ting, and only one appears behind me. One of them obviously has no impact on the battle situation. If the opponent has any other means of my own, I will be ready to follow one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to attack and completely defeat them. .

Bi Ling raised her head and glanced at the colorful aurora in the sky. It was the energy refracted from the fight between Master Youwei of Qingwei Sect and the unknown low-level demon **** of Pantheon in the seven-dimensional space.

Bi Ling sighed and said to Xin Jian'er and Shu Chan who were eager to try and excited, "They should be careful, Luo Kai can't take care of their eldest sister."

From these, it is not enough to judge the specific identity of the other party. It is a premonition that the higher-ranked demon **** should have the ability to fight with an old **** of the level of Youwei Zhenren. The lower demon god, Mustache, may He will come, but Xuanxuan is very unlikely to show up. Could that person be there?

Sure enough, seven more giant skeletons appeared next to the Pantheon army. Some of them were holding mottled knives, some were holding broken swords, and some were carrying a huge stick on their shoulders, and they were rushing towards Tianmen. Come along.

The space form in the heaven is relatively stable, but I can actually shake the attack with physical strength alone. This shows that my punching power is terrible, but facing that kind of dead monster, no matter how terrible the attack is, it has no effect. It just keeps repeating. The process of destruction. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net

In another distant sky, there was indeed no group of people watching the whole battle from the perspective of the emperor. Each of us looked very strange, with eight eyes lined up vertically under the long and narrow cheeks. Just under the face, even the subordinates , there are also a few eyes at the feet.

We don’t have a clear title, it’s called “observer”.

The secret of Buddhism lies in soothing the mind and emotions. It has little restraint effect on those extreme obsessions, but I can only temporarily soothe them. I can resolve them even if I want to.

At this point, the two sides were truly locked in an evenly matched fight. After all, the small Pantheon army was outnumbered and once again moved towards the Tianmen.

Compared with Taoism, Buddhism has less in-depth research on that kind of extreme negative energy. Monk Huijue of Xiaokong Temple often chants the name of the Buddha and then steps into the battlefield. I stop chanting sutras and feel an inexplicable feeling. A cool feeling permeated the entire battlefield, and the killing intent and restlessness in everyone's hearts subsided slightly.

In addition, my Xingshe Xingguan restrained one body, and the deputy master from Huangdao Zhai also took action to restrain another body.

At this moment, the attackers and defenders were engaged in a calm and fierce battle. Although the Pantheon had a small number of people and a large number of people, their individual combat power was far inferior to that of the Tianmen defenders. Therefore, even if it was tens of millions versus hundreds of thousands, there was still a stalemate. .

Xin Jian'er and Ling'er were stunned at the same time. Ling'er seemed to be meeting Bi Ling for the first time. He looked up at Bi Ling with eyes that seemed to have limited tenderness but also seemed to be pitiful for the past, and was just stunned.

Love cannot dissolve hate, but hate can also produce love. I am sure that love represents creation, while hate represents destruction. Understand that there is less "hate" than "love" in the world, so the world will gradually enter destruction. What do you think about it? The future of that world has always been pessimistic, and perhaps you will all be pulled into the abyss of hatred in the future. "