The Supreme Being

Killing him with a knife "contributes to the cause and effect"?

When Meng Qi heard this request, he had an unexpected feeling. When Wang Siyuan mentioned that Shusheng had not turned into a "monster of heaven", he mentioned "causation" and mentioned that Ananda could be in the most important causes and effects. When he made his own choice, he had a vague premonition of this, and what he said before his sickbed in the daytime was that Mr. Wang had always been crazy and acted unexpectedly. Even if he was about to die, he would not be depressed and would only die by himself. Making a game, playing a big one, is the basis of premonition.

Sure enough, Mr. Wang is really going to carry out his final madness!

Don’t seek to survive if you have no choice but to give up if you don’t see Yama!

But does he really want to use "karma" to seek death in order to drag the Wang family's "source of pain" into the situation and get rid of the "curse" of eternity, or does he really want to seek death and break free from the shackles?

After he finished speaking, Wang Siyuan stood there quietly. The dark wind made his white robe rustle and flutter violently, making him appear even more fragile. He did not explain his purpose or specific plans. It seemed that Meng Qi did not need to know these things. , you only need to step into the ancestral hall at 1:30 a.m. seven days later, wield the sword of "karma", choose a relatively light and bearable karma burden, then put the sword back into its sheath, and drift away without knowing the beginning. There is no need to care about the result, nor do you need to understand the process. All favors and participation are only based on this knife.

If I am not someone I have known for many years, the way a swordsman like this is quite in line with my "aesthetics"... Meng Qi cursed, turned around and left without asking any more questions, walking towards the outside of the tomb, his green shirt floating, his long hair The knife is hidden.

If you get to the bottom of the plan of the magic stick, it will easily ruin his affairs. The best way to treat him is not to ask.

This matter involves an eternal mystery and involves a terrifying "monster of heaven." Perhaps as long as Wang Siyuan reveals a little bit, the real plan will be known immediately by the mastermind behind the scenes.

The "Swordsman" stepped out of the cave, but Wang Siyuan still stood there, like a jade sculpture, without any movement for a long time.

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He Xiang stood guard at the edge of the ancestral hall. When he saw Meng Qi coming out, he gave a salute without asking any questions and led Meng Qi back to the Tianji Tower.

At this moment, a waning moon is flowing westward.

Meng Qi knelt down behind the desk, staring blankly at the crescent moon, his mind wandering with thoughts.

In the dead of night, when everyone is quiet, there is a subtle enjoyment of being awake alone while everyone else is sleeping.

In this round, does Wang Siyuan really want to die or is there a glimmer of hope?

Lu Ya is out of trouble. I am afraid that he will not be able to win the list of gods for a long time. It seems that he has to change his approach and try other methods. Maybe he can rely on his role in involving the demon Buddha to continue to cooperate with him. If nothing else, at least The names of "Doumu Yuanjun" and other acquaintances must be erased from the list, at least in exchange for some of Chonghe-senpai's true spirit...

Senior Brother Qi found a place to display his fists, and earth-shaking changes occurred in the Southern Wilderness, which began to have an impact on the Central Plains martial arts world and the sects of the aristocratic families. Previously, due to his being one of the best in cultivation and holding the Demon Emperor's Claw, things were calm for the time being. Now that the Dharmakaya has returned, a storm has begun. It was brewing. I couldn't just sit back and watch. I had to explore the opinions of Mr. Lu Da, Senior Su and others, determine their attitudes, and mediate...

Lu Ya must not be careless about the Wuzhuang Temple in the Journey to the West World. Yuanshi Tianzun suppressed him for many years and almost cut off his path. The hatred is not deep, and he must not be negligent. He is blindly optimistic if he thinks that it may involve the Demon Buddha. , many people are afraid of the Demon Buddha, but more people with great supernatural powers and even big figures are afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun, and do not want to watch themselves grow up and complete the layout of Yuanshi Tianzun...

According to the progress of cultivation and the current situation in Southern Wilderness, Senior Brother Qi has almost reached the threshold of realizing the Dharma Body. Will the Demon Lord and other great supernatural powers watch him succeed and achieve an unprecedented Dharma Body, and not put shackles on him and increase his control? When the time comes, there will inevitably be a big storm. Maybe some medieval or even ancient powers will appear on the scene. Will you compete with them? How much can you help?

All kinds of things about the future flashed through his mind, and Meng Qi completely calmed down and thought about them.

Of course, these are all things that are imminent or will happen within a few years. The longer-term crisis is naturally a catastrophe, and naturally it is the return of a big man with great power and supernatural powers. And the most important response to this is to practice hard, hone more, and as soon as possible promote.

I hope that when the big picture begins, I will have proven the legend...

Phew, the cool breeze blew in at night, bringing a bit of refreshment, but it seemed to still retain the coldness of the tomb. Meng Qi's heart moved, and he sensed that a lame old servant was approaching the Tianji Building carrying a food box.

"Uncle Fu, why are you here?" He Xiang asked in a low voice.

The lame old servant said: "The master asked me to deliver supper to the guests."

He Xiang checked it out and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." Meng Qi responded.

The door opened, and the lame old servant limped in. He bowed, put down the food box, and brought out a plate of dark red almost black pig blood cake.

This is somewhat different from the usual. It seems that the blood is not dry yet, giving people a shocking feeling.

Meng Qi was slightly confused and looked up at the lame old servant Uncle Fu.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Uncle Fu's wrinkled face, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't mind your own business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body became illusory and distorted, as if he was no longer in this world, and he was not worried about being captured by the Dharmakaya figures.

Meng Qi's expression remained calm. He reached out his right hand and casually grasped the void in front of him. The long river surrounded his body. His sword energy was secretly emitting. He penetrated all the layers of time and space in an instant, grabbed "Uncle Fu" and pulled him out alive.

"How, how could it be..." "Uncle Fu" looked confused, his skin showing a green color, and he struggled hard but couldn't get rid of Meng Qi's right hand.

Meng Qi looked at him and said calmly: "Playing time and space in front of someone? Who ordered you?"

Dong-dong-dong, there was a heartbeat in his chest.

At this moment, a dark wind blew, black mist filled the air, and two huge black figures stood out. One had a bull's head, and the other had a horse's face. They held a fork and held a gun, and said menacingly: "Su Meng, your life span is over. Come with us to the underworld! ”

Bull-headed horse noodles? A trip to the underworld? Meng Qi suddenly thought of the Monkey King canceling the book of life and death, and laughed: "What qualifications do you have for a mere ghost to take away someone?"

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves and robe. The sky and the earth were dark and hazy, and the bull's head and horse's face were thrown in at the same time.

"Save..." When he saw the bull-headed and horse-faced face, "Uncle Fu" suddenly shouted, but just as he opened his mouth, he watched the mighty-looking bull-headed and horse-faced face fly into Meng Qi's sleeve without any resistance, and his words suddenly stopped. end.

Are they a group? Meng Qi was just confused when a majestic voice came from outside: "You actually resisted the underworld? Damn it!"

A stream of purple-black smoke poured into the window, and it transformed into a man with a wide robe and large sleeves. He had a black beard and a serious expression. He held the judge in his hand. His aura was majestic, far better than that of a bull-headed horse.

"Judge Cui! Save me!" "Uncle Fu" finally shouted.

Then he saw Meng Qi raising his sleeves again, the wind was strong, the world turned upside down, Judge Cui's face was astonished, and it became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't help but throw his sleeves.

"This..." "Uncle Fu" was stunned.

Meng Qi tapped the table with his left hand and said with a slight smile: "Will Yama from the Tenth Palace come to arrest me later?"

"I don't know..." "Fu Bo" replied blankly.

"They have all been captured, who are you counting on? You still haven't explained their origins!" Meng Qi suddenly shouted.

"I, I am a ghost from the underworld, sent by the Emperor to warn you not to meddle in your own business!" At the mention of "The Emperor", "Uncle Fu" regained his momentum and his voice involuntarily rose.

Meng Qi laughed: "There is the fairy world above, the Nine Netherworld below, ghosts and demons coexisting, and the underworld running through it. How can there be any underworld?"

"The underworld was built by the emperor!" "Uncle Fu" said with his head held high.

Was the underworld built by the emperor? Bull head and horse face, Judge Cui, ghosts and gods? Meng Qi's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of the "True Spirit Map of Ghosts and Gods". It mysteriously disappeared and reappeared, completing its transformation. It was many times more powerful than when it was refined by the first ancestor of the Wang family, but the true spirit of the gods within it had long since disappeared.

The list of conferred gods establishes the status of gods in heaven and earth. Is it possible that the underworld is related to the true spirit map of ghosts and gods?

Who is that great emperor?

Just as Meng Qi was about to speak, "Uncle Fu" in front of him suddenly screamed and turned into blue smoke. The wind around him instantly dissipated, the black fog faded away, and the waning moon shone again, with a clear and dreamy light, as if nothing had ever happened.

Meng Qi looked at the empty palm of his right hand, then looked at the empty sleeve, and cast his eyes on the closed door and He Xiang who was waiting dutifully outside the door.

Everything I had experienced before seemed to be just a dream.

Meng Qi frowned.