Slash him to "dip in cause and effect"?

When Meng Qi heard this request, he actually had a feeling of expectation, from Wang Siyuan when he mentioned that the number of saints did not become "heavenly monsters", when he mentioned "karma", and when he mentioned that Ananda could choose independently among the most important causes and effects, he had a vague premonition in this regard, and the prince Wang who said before the sickbed in the day has always been crazy, and he acted unexpectedly, even if he really fell, it was impossible to be depressed, and he would only use his own death as a game, and playing a big game was the basis of his premonition.

Sure enough, the prince is really going to go crazy at the end!

Keep going back and don't seek survival, and don't give up if you don't see Yama!

It's just that he really wants to use "karma" to seek death, in order to drag the "source of pain" of the Wang family into the game, get rid of the "curse" that has existed for thousands of years, or do he want to survive to death and break free from the shackles?

After finishing speaking, Wang Siyuan stood there quietly, the yin wind blew his white robe hunting, fluttering violently, and he became more and more weak, he did not explain his purpose, nor did he say a specific plan, it seems that Meng Qi does not need to know this, he only needs to step into the ancestral hall at three o'clock after seven days, and wave out "Dip cause and effect" The knife, choose a relatively light can bear the cause and effect burden, and then put the knife back into the sheath, drifting away, no need to know the beginning, no need to care about the result, let alone understand the process, all the human feelings and all the participation is only on this knife.

If it weren't for someone I've known for many years, such a knife maker would be quite in line with my "aesthetics...... Meng Qi sneered, didn't ask more, turned around and left, and walked outside the tomb mountain, the green shirt floated, and the long knife was hidden.

The layout of the god stick, if you get to the bottom of it, it is easy to spoil his affairs, and the best treatment is not to ask.

This matter involves an eternal puzzle. Involving the terrifying "Heavenly Dao Monster", perhaps as long as Wang Siyuan reveals a little, the real plan will be known to the mastermind behind the scenes.

The "swordsman" stepped out of the cave, but Wang Siyuan was still standing there, like a jade carving, without a trace of movement for a long time.

............

Lotus incense stood at the edge of the ancestral hall. Seeing Meng Qi come out, he didn't ask much, gave a salute, and led Meng Qi back to Tianji Tower.

At this moment, a waning moon is flowing westward.

Meng Qi knelt behind the desk, looking at the cold moon in a daze, his thoughts fluctuating.

In the dead of night, there is a subtle enjoyment of everyone sleeping and waking up alone.

In this game, does Wang Siyuan really seek death or has a glimmer of life?

Lu Jian got out of trouble, and I am afraid that I will not be able to win the god list for a long time. It seems that you have to change your way and try other methods, maybe you can rely on your own role in the Demon Buddha and continue to cooperate with him, not to mention anything else, at least the names of people who are familiar with each other such as "Doumu Yuanjun" must be erased from the list, at least they have to be exchanged for a little bit of true spirit from Chong and their predecessors......

Senior Brother Qi found a place to show his strengths, and there were earth-shaking changes in the Southern Wilderness. began to have an impact on the Central Plains Martial Arts and the family sect, and before that, he was hindered by his cultivation being one of the best and holding the Demon Emperor's claws. For the time being, the wind was calm, but now that the Dharma Body has returned, the storm has begun to brew, and he can't sit back and watch completely, so he has to probe the tone of Mr. Lu Da, Senior Su and others to determine their attitudes. From the good offices......

The matter of the Journey to the West World Wuzhuang Concept delivered by Lu Jian must not be careless, Yuan Shi Tianzun suppressed him for many years, almost cut off his path, the hatred is not deep, and he must not be negligent. Many people are afraid of the Demon Buddha, but more great supernatural powers and even big people are afraid of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, and they don't want to watch themselves grow up and complete the layout of the Yuan Shi Tianzun......

According to the progress of his cultivation and the current situation in the Southern Wilderness, Senior Brother Qi has almost reached the threshold of proving the Dharma Body, and the Demon Lord and other great supernatural powers will watch him succeed and achieve an unprecedented Dharma Body, without putting shackles on him and increasing control?

All kinds of things in the future crossed his mind, and Meng Qi completely calmed down, thinking about them.

Of course, this is all imminent or something that will happen in a few years, and the longer-term crisis is naturally a catastrophe, and it is naturally the return of the powerful and supernatural powers, and the most important response to this is to cultivate hard, sharpen more, and improve as soon as possible.

Hopefully, when the curtain opens, I've proven myself......

Whew, the cool breeze blew in at night, bringing a bit of refreshment, and it seemed to leave the coldness of the tomb mountain, Meng Qi's heart moved, and he felt that he was self-generated, and found that a lame old servant was carrying a food box close to the Tianji Tower.

"Fauber, why are you here?" asked Hexiang in a low voice.

The lame old servant said, "The master of the house asked me to bring supper to the guests." ”

Hexiang checked and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in. Meng Qi retracted his senses.

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

This is a bit different from the usual, as if the blood stains have not dried, giving people a shocking feeling.

Meng Qi was slightly puzzled, and raised his eyes to look at the lame old servant Fubo.

A grim smile suddenly appeared on Fauber's wrinkled face, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't meddle!"

As soon as the words fell, his body was illusory and distorted, as if he was no longer in this world, and he was not worried about the arrest of the Dharma Body figure.

Meng Qi's expression was unwavering, his right hand reached out, and grabbed the void in front of him at will, surrounded by a long river around his body, and his sword qi was dark, and in an instant, he penetrated through time and space, pinched "Fu Bo", and dragged him out alive.

"How, how can it be ......" "Fu Bo" looked dazed, his skin was blue, and he struggled but couldn't get rid of Meng Qi's right hand.

Meng Qi looked at him and said calmly: "Who instructed you to play the way of time and space separation in front of someone?"

Knock knock, the sound of a heartbeat came from his chest.

At this moment, the yin wind was blowing, the black fog was filled, and two huge black shadows stood out, one with a bull's head, the other with a horse face, holding a fork and holding a gun, and said menacingly: "Su Meng, your longevity is over, follow us to the underworld!"

Meng Qi suddenly thought of the Monkey King's write-off of the book of life and death, and laughed: "What qualifications do you have to take a certain one?"

As he spoke, he raised his robe, the sky and the earth were dim, muddy, and the bull head and horse face were thrown into it at the same time.

"Save ......" When he saw the bull-headed horse face, "Fu Bo" suddenly shouted, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the mighty bull-headed horse face fly into Meng Qi's sleeve without any resistance, and his voice suddenly stopped abruptly.

Are they a gang? Meng Qi was puzzled, and a majestic voice came from outside: "You actually rebelled against the underworld? damn it!"

A puff of purple-black smoke poured from the window, turning into a man with a wide robe and big sleeves, he had a black beard, a serious expression, and a majestic aura in his hand, far better than a bull's head and a horse's face.

"Judge Cui, help me!" "Fauber" finally shouted.

Then he saw Meng Qi raise his sleeve robe again, the wind was blowing, the heaven and the earth were reversed, Judge Cui's face was shocked, and he became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't help but put himself into the sleeve.

"This ......" "Fauber" was already stunned.

Meng Qi tapped the table with his left hand and said with a slight smile: "Wait a minute, will there be ten halls of Yama coming to detain a certain person?"

"I don't know......" Fauber replied dumbfounded.

"They have all been captured, who are you counting on?" and you haven't told me where they came from!" Meng Qi suddenly snorted.

"I, I am the ghost god of the underworld, sent by the Emperor, to warn you not to meddle in your affairs!" At the mention of "Emperor", "Fu Bo" immediately regained his momentum, and his voice involuntarily raised.

Meng Qi laughed: "There is a fairy realm above, there are nine shadows below, ghosts and demons coexist, and the yellow spring runs through, how can there be any underworld?"

"The underworld was built by the emperor!" said Fu Bo, holding his head high.

The underworld was built by the emperor, and Meng Qi's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of the "ghost and god true spirit map", which reappeared after its mysterious disappearance, and completed the transformation, which was many times stronger than the original ancestor of the Wang family when he was refining, but the true spirit of the gods in it had long been gone.

The gods of heaven and earth are on the list, could it be that the underworld is related to the true spirit map of ghosts and gods?

Who is the Emperor?

Meng Qi was about to speak, when the "Fu Bo" in front of him suddenly screamed, turning into green smoke, the yin wind around him dissipated instantly, the black fog faded in an instant, the waning moon shone again, the clear light was dreamy, and it seemed that nothing had ever happened.

Meng Qi looked at the empty palm of his right hand, then at the sleeve that was already empty, and his eyes fell on the closed door and the lotus incense who was dutifully waiting outside the door.

Everything I had been through before seemed like a dream.

Meng Qi frowned. (To be continued.) )