Chapter 129: The Clouds of History, the Destiny of Reincarnation
If the earth also has memory, then the scene when Lu Zhengkang saw Demon God Shu being killed must still be fresh in her memory.
In other words, the traces left by this incident are very stubborn and have always been engraved in the surrounding environment. They have not faded with the changes in the past and the vicissitudes of life.
Although the upper boundary does not matter time and space, its mobility is destined to have a one-way time axis that dominates the evolution of creation.
Much of the history that Lu Zhengkang saw has been blurred.
If the storage of information on the upper edge is regarded as the inscription on a stone tablet, then if the stone tablet is scattered and split, the information on it is bound to be blurred and fragmented. This is not completely consistent with Lu Zhengkang's perspective, but it does make the clairvoyance purely based on
The spiritual experience of understanding is described in a popular way.
Everything he sees now may not be completely real.
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The face of the man in Xuanpao was blurry, but his low and cold energy spanned eternity and lasted forever.
Like a glacier made of sharp knives, it moves slowly and unstoppably, leaving deep ravines. His footprints are covered with bones and blood, which are frozen to death. He not only destroys and kills, he also represents a kind of oppression, a kind of
Plunder and take away all the warmth from the living body.
It may not be appropriate to say that such a person is a warrior who fights for all sentient beings in the world.
It can only be said that his actions contributed to a result that was beneficial to the people of the world.
He killed the Demon God Hub.
He divided the body of the hub.
A huge waterfall of blood surges into the sky.
The sky is indeed stained with blood.
The hot blood was blown away by the strong wind at high altitude, turning into clouds and mist, and falling in heavy raindrops.
This rain of blood enveloped Kunlun for three years.
The life of the earth is extinct.
Countless curious people stood in front of this rain curtain and lingered. In the dark depths that they could not see, fourteen altars had been quietly erected.
Lu Zhengkang was certain that this was an altar and not something else.
The body of the Demon God's Hub is constantly shrinking, and a huge amount of energy pours out from the fracture in the trunk and pours into the large inscription stone slab on the altar.
This is not a seal, this is a sacrifice, and the devil is the tribute.
Hub's body gradually turned into dust and dissipated, leaving only a shriveled head, and the stone slab on the altar had been activated.
It can be said that blood is flowing in every inscription.
black blood.
There is a big difference between Tongshu's golden red blood.
The Demon God Pivot is more like a god of war, so his blood is unrestrained, fiery, and full of vitality. This blood seems to have been given the mission of killing and will poison all creatures on the earth, but this blood will not change the heavy blood.
Earth's crust pollution.
Just like a sword buried in the ground, it is a part of the earth. Although it is distinct, it will eventually be decomposed.
But the black blood flowing from the stone slabs was different.
Lu Zhengkang can't say exactly what the difference is.
Is it because the blood of the God of War has cooled down and is still cursed?
But this blood is not that there is something more, but something is missing.
This lack makes it incompatible with the world.
Lu Zhengkang continued to understand this fragmented information, freed himself physically and mentally, returned history to its truth, and abandoned unnecessary associations and imagination.
The man in black robes walked up to Shu's head. His head, which was originally as high as a mountain, had been drained of energy and had shrunk to the size of a rock. There was still fierce murderous intent in his eyes.
This wild attitude did not leave with death, but it is a pity that these beautiful eyeballs are embedded in the shrunken head.
The man took out a total of twenty-one eyeballs one by one with a knife.
Crystal clear like a gem, wrapped in a cavity of golden liquid. Now after it dries, what remains on the inner wall is like gold powder. The pupils are purple-red and the irises are colorful, spinning quietly round by round... Lu Zhengkang stopped watching, because he was unconsciously
Substitute Xiangshu’s eyes.
continue.
The man in the black robe took off his clothes, revealing a dry body with all kinds of eyeballs embedded on it. The overall shape made people think of the seventy-third chapter of "Journey to the West", "Love Causes Disaster and Poison, the Master's Misfortune" in "Journey to the West"
The Hundred-Eyed Demon King who appears in "Magic Breaking Light".
However, compared to the multi-eyed monster, this guy is more like a collector of eyeballs.
The countless eyeballs on his body belong to different biological individuals.
They blinked and emitted a malicious light. It was difficult to determine whether this terrifying look came from the hatred of the dead who had their eyeballs gouged out, or whether it reflected the inner characteristics of the man in black robe.
I saw that Jun's eyes were also embedded in the sparse "vacancies" on the body surface. The two means that the eyeballs and the person's body have reached a balanced symbiosis. The eyes of the king once again glowed with light, and they changed again.
He was full of energy, but like all the men in black robes, their eyes became fierce and vicious.
After completing this, there is one last piece of work to do.
The body of the man in Xuanpao sank into the soil bit by bit. The rocky soil here had been soaked with black blood, and the solid ground was like a swamp. In short, the person who caused the disaster was submerged into the earth.
Of course he wasn't burying himself.
The blood gathers into a cocoon underground, and an evil heart of darkness grows deep in the upper rim.
Lu Zhengkang thought it was appropriate to use the word evil here.
He was sure that he felt a subtle pain, which was the pain of the earth.
A feeling of rootedness came over my heart, something was being absorbed through my blood.
The man in black robe enters the cocoon, completely melts away, and melts into the upper edge.
The picture slowly fades away.
The smoke of history is unstoppably engulfing these past events, or someone is deliberately erasing this history.
Lu Zhengkang looked hard, and the last thing he saw was that the cocoon burst, gray fog poured out, and it was Xiangshu who was born!
This means that a new upper edge appears.
It means the completion of a mutation involving the origin of the world.
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Lu Zhengkang left the bottom of the lake.
The doubts have not decreased, but have increased.
Where did the man in black robe go in the end?
Did he transform into a Xiangshu?
Is the emergence of bad karma a natural evolution of superior karma, or a man-made result, or both?
If he wants to truly understand the context of Shangyuan, Lu Zhengkang only has one way to go, and that is to transform into Shangyuan and participate in its evolution like the man in Xuanpao.
Lu Zhengkang also roughly understood that this day would not be too far away.
He once said that he wanted to turn the Pure Land into a real world. This ambition also requires him to truly participate in the changes in the upper realm. Otherwise, he will not be able to build an independent small world, but can only move the things in the Pure Land.
Come out and return here.
In addition, further utilization of the Sambhogakaya is probably inseparable from reincarnation.
From this point of view, being reborn has almost become a kind of fate, but for Lu Zhengkang, it is more like a game without the heavy feeling of being forced.
For the time being, he told himself that there were still some things that had not been dealt with, so he could not let go and reincarnate yet.
Fortunately, this matter was put on the agenda, and Lu Zhengkang definitely wanted to complete it, and he also wanted to have fun.