The ancient god who rides a peacock and has a crown on his head has four arms and four sides. He holds a kettle and a spoon-shaped token. All four faces have upturned lips and eyes that seem to be open or closed. They are rich and balanced.
, the boundless joy of unity spreads from every face of the god.
Invisible, inconceivable, and indescribable.
Behind Him, a huge golden egg floats and sinks, countless golden lights splashing from the egg, and the sound of empty water dripping.
The entire body of the ancient gods was composed of illusory flames. Only the hand holding Zuo Chengye's hand became slightly more solid.
His manifested body was only a few feet tall, but it was like the cornerstone at the beginning of the universe.
Before all words, all creation, and all thoughts occurred, He already existed.
When the world will be destroyed with a thunderbolt, and the Brahma Tower, temples and all living beings will also perish together, He will still be in the void.
Looking at the ancient god with a slight smile, Baizhu was shocked beyond words.
After achieving the orifice refining, the human body becomes a small world of its own, with circulation circulating and breath restrained.
If you want to explore the opponent's strength, you must be at a higher level or have a unique aura concentration technique.
The original intention was to delay the attack until it was defeated, and then run away.
After Xie Fanjing signaled, although he was prepared in his heart, he did not expect such a devastating ending.
I thought there would be another hard fight...
In the huge golden egg, water-like ripples are constantly impacting, and obscure and ancient chanting sounds are murmuring and echoing, like the tide washing the heaven and earth, and the gods on all sides are sitting in the void with joyful eyes.
"Brahma..."
Looking at the illusory god, Bai Shu said softly.
The figure with four arms and four sides, the spoon-shaped token symbolizes the dripping of sacred butter into the pyre of self-sacrifice, while the kettle carries the beginning of all things and the all-encompassing time.
Creation, maintenance and destruction are important parts of Indian mythology.
Brahma, the creator, Vishnu, the sustainer, and Shiva, the destroyer, respectively correspond to the three phenomena of birth, residence, and destruction in the process of the universe.
The sorrow that is the source of creation, the joy that maintains the world, and the darkness that devours everything.
When the three virtues of sorrow, joy, and darkness are in balance when the world is still, and when they stir up each other, the gods who control the three virtues will manifest their images from the dark void.
Brahma - one of the three gods, omniscient in all directions, creator of dharma, and protector of the world.
Bai Shu never expected that in another world, the image from the myth of the previous life would actually appear.
In the golden egg, in the vast illusion, another swan appeared carrying seven worlds on its back.
He looked at that scene blankly and was speechless for a moment.
In this world, many things are specious.
The Confucian school's Taoism, the dynasty's laws and regulations, the Taoist sect enshrined the heavenly image, the Buddhist monastery lined up...and now, we have to add a Brahma.
It is said that in ancient times, there was a Jedi Heavenly Tong, and the era when gods and humans lived together was no longer the same, and the channel between humans and gods was completely cut off.
Upper bound, what is it?
In the previous life, there were only gods in myths and imaginations. Do they live in the upper world?
What is the connection between the past life and this world? Why did I see a god similar to Brahma?
The upper world is the residence of the gods, or the wider world on the other side.
Is it related to the myths and legends of previous lives, and why did Jedi Heaven Tong appear?
Bai Shu clenched his fists, feeling confused for a moment.
In my heart, the last deep doubt emerged.
Is the occurrence of living corpses and purple mist related to the outside world?
The illusory spirit, whose entire body was made of flames, closed its palms, and a low groan suddenly woke up Bai Shu.
"The Twelve Brahma Sutras?"
Zuo Chengye, who had half his arm missing and was bleeding profusely all over his body, let out a cry of pain.
"Were you testing my breath earlier?"
Xie Fanjing, whose eyes were as red as a rabbit and whose nose was bleeding, nodded.
“It’s amazing.”
He looked at the majestic god holding him in the palm of his hand and spoke in a complicated tone.
As Xie Fanjing exerted force, the palms of the gods continued to close, and Zuo Chengye was like an ant trapped in amber, with silent pressure from all directions, sweeping towards him.
Every bone in his body was creaking, his internal organs were shifting under the weight, and uncontrollable blood spurted out from every pore.
Ahhhhh!
Zuo Chengye's eyes were bulging high. He tried his best to raise his remaining left arm, but when he tremblingly formed half of the seal, it suddenly shattered into a mist of blood.
"If you kill..."
Bang!!!
Xie Fanjing's face turned pale. She covered her nose carelessly, no longer caring about Zuo Chengye who exploded into blood mist.
And with the death of Zuo Chengye, the ancient gods with four arms slowly collapsed in the air.
died……
All of this, from Xie Fanjing's action, to the gods appearing as phantoms, to Zuo Chengye's death, was just amidst the lightning and flint.
Zhou Lian looked at this scene in complete astonishment, her eyes trembling.
Just now, it was clear that the adults had the upper hand...
When that surging power appeared again, Zhou Lian thought that this was just an ordinary hunting, no different from the countless times before.
But just in the blink of an eye...
The blood-stained iron mask was torn into pieces, and the nearest piece was almost not far from his feet.
Zhou Lian unconsciously took two steps back, her face bloodless.
Will Tie Yamaluo... also die?
That man who looked like a demon almost broke his spine with a punch from Qingfeng Cave. Zhou Lian has been willing to be driven by him all these years.
But now, that man is dead.
The big man holding the Xuanhua ax turned his head in astonishment. The fair-skinned Zhou Lian was breathing heavily, and the veins on her temples popped out like small loaches.
"Kill!" Zhou Lian's face flushed, "The master is dead, and the little girl is also injured."
He yelled at the people around him, like thunder:
"One refining orifice and more than twenty fetal breaths can kill her in a heap!"
"I don't want anything." Zhou Lian pointed to Xie Fanjing, who was holding her nose, and Baizhu, who was shrinking behind him, "He and she are all yours!"
He took a deep breath and said, "The things you left behind are also yours!"
"kill!"
The big man holding the Xuanhua giant ax raised his arms and shouted, his eyes like copper bells.
"After this, I will stop!"
"Kill! Revenge for your lord!"
"Steal men! Steal women!"
Under the instigation, the bandits who had originally intended to retreat had their eyes red and their breathing became heavy. A group of people shouted in unison and rushed over. The shadow of the gun, the light of the sword, the light of the sword, the wind of the palm... turned into one.
He opened a big net and covered the two of them fiercely.
"Why...I'm at the front, where is Brother Xiaolian?"
With one strike of the ax, the big man, whose whole body was in mid-air, couldn't help but look back.
Out of the corner of his eye, a green-robed figure looked like a flying ape, facing far back and running in different directions.
"No……"
He didn't have time to speak, and neither did a group of bandits.
Flesh and blood were like floods in a thunderstorm, sloping in all directions in mid-air. Except for Zhou Lian, the two dozen fetuses that rushed forward were all dead in an instant.
clatter--
clatter--
The blood gathered into a small stream as thick as a child's arm, flowing slowly.
Xie Fanjing retracted his palm and then covered his still bleeding nose.
"Heroes think alike."
In front of him, only his head was left of the man with the huge axe, who never closed his eyes until his death.
Bai Shu shook his head and flicked his fingers to knock the head away from him a few steps away.