Chapter 557: Attracting “External Demons”
The white fog was so thick that the sight was not far away. One could only vaguely see a figure walking back and forth.
Suddenly, Duan Rui seemed to have returned to Jiangdong. In late autumn last year, Changchuan was often shrouded in such fog. The breath was refreshing and the river was gurgling, which was a unique flavor.
A figure walked in the fog, wearing a crimson dress and a dark cloak. She was quiet and beautiful, with the gentle and beautiful aura of Jiangdong, as if she had just landed from a black-sailed boat, or had just returned home after picking lotus seeds. It was indescribably beautiful.
"Sister Yuan Jing!" Duan Rui was surprised and happy.
He and Feng Yuanjing had originally agreed to go boating on the lake today, but seeing that the fog was so heavy, he was worried that she would not come. Who knew that she still kept her promise!
He took a step forward and wanted to meet him, but suddenly his shoulders tightened, and he was pulled by someone.
Duan Rui turned back angrily, his pupils were dark, with a cruel and fierce look, but what he saw was Wang Siyuan's beautiful face like a woman. He pointed around calmly: "Look at them."
At this time, Duan Rui didn't know where he was. He looked around subconsciously and saw a series of figures. They were men and women, monks and Taoists. Their eyes were confused, as if they were stagnant, walking back and forth like sleepwalking. The exposed skin was rotten a lot, and the bones were visible. The breath was full of the vicissitudes of time, and it seemed that it would continue like this until it was completely turned into ashes.
This horrifying scene woke Duan Rui up. He was not in Changchuan, Jiangdong, but in the "Demon Land"!
Looking at the front again, the white fog solidified, and there was no figure of Feng Yuanjing!
The "Turtle Book" on Wang Siyuan's head rotated, and the black and white dots were prominent, interpreting the number of Dayan, and the incarnation escaped.
Invisible and colorless light fell, covering Wang Siyuan, the old man with white hair and no pupils, the middle-aged man in wide robes and sleeves, and Duan Rui, moving with them.
Duan Rui never lost his "purity" again, and saw the illusion. After walking for a while, they walked out of the white fog, only to see a string of Buddhist beads floating in the depths of the white fog, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, colorful, without the slightest sense of purity.
"Buddha treasure!" Duan Rui's eyes were full of black light, full of greed.
Wang Siyuan coughed violently several times, as if he couldn't bear it: "We are using the power of Luoshu to deceive the world. Don't move the things in the eye of the formation, otherwise it will cause a series of changes, which is very unfavorable."
Don't do everything!
Duan Rui took a deep breath, turned around and followed with a little regret and reluctance.
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After climbing the first level of the mountain, Meng Qi took a short rest, prepared to interrupt and return at any time, and climbed to the second level along the mountain path.
There should have been a red mist covering this place, but it has dissipated now, leaving only a little bit of it in the unventilated places surrounded by rocks.
Wearing the fast boots that came with his "Qingyuan Taoist robe", Meng Qi walked forward at a leisurely pace.
He seemed to see a rock with the words "So that's it" engraved on it, and then he suddenly realized that "Karma" was truly mastered. After returning to his own world, he killed the Thunder God with a single blow. With the help of Yunhe Zhenren and Xianji, he obtained the general outline of the Tathagata Palm. After years of enlightenment, he finally mastered a unique palm technique that no one has mastered since the Middle Ages.
One palm covers the world, and I am the only one in the world!
Meng Qi frowned as he felt happy. This was very similar to the illusion he had when he realized "Falling into the Red Dust". Wait, will Xiao Zi come to him and give him a report, and Xiao Sang will flatter him?
The subsequent conjectures did not appear, which made Meng Qi feel alienated all the time. He could not "get into the play" at all, let alone sink into the mortal world. It was even worse than the last illusion. How could he deal with himself who had already been in the exterior scene and had just become the "immortal primordial phase"?
Unconsciously, Meng Qi climbed the second level of the mountain and saw a broken glass lamp.
"The thing at the center of the formation is broken again?" Meng Qi was slightly surprised.
However, this strange place has existed for many years, and it is not too strange that the things at the center of the formation are damaged.
He stopped and recalled the experience of the first and second levels of the mountain. He thought to himself, "The second level formation is obviously 'falling into the red dust'. From this point of view, isn't the first level just breaking the purity?"
"The biggest obsession in my heart is that Ananda's ghost is still lingering, and then it involves many ancient powers, fighting poison with poison..."
Thinking of this, Meng Qi subconsciously looked at the fifth level, only to see that it was dark and gloomy, and sometimes there were bright stars passing by:
"Could it be that there is a formation arranged with the meaning of 'sticking to cause and effect'? My opportunity?"
He retracted his gaze, calmed his mind, and didn't aim too high. He turned to look at the third level.
There was black air in front of him, and the clouds were so deep that it was unknown. On the fourth level, there was a red lotus condensed by flames blooming.
"A formation to attract external demons? A formation to accumulate karma?" Meng Qi frowned slightly, and figured out something. "If I had not been able to control the evil demon in my heart before and let 'him' become a little 'independent', then the first and second levels of 'breaking purity' and 'falling into the red dust' would have given him 'nutrients' to grow and develop."
"Then, the 'external demon' attracted by 'attracting external demons' may be the real 'self', evenly matched and difficult to defeat, but the more they fight, the more they split, and they will definitely die!"
"Perhaps because of this, the fourth form 'attracting external demons' was arranged before the third form 'accumulating karma'."
After adjusting his breathing and adapting to this place, Meng Qi walked into the swirling black air with a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
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Duan Rui glanced at the glass lamp that was burning with a green flame like thousands of lights, turned his head with difficulty, and his anger grew.
Suddenly, he found that the rotation of the tortoise shell stopped, and the colorless and invisible light disappeared.
"What's wrong?" Duan Rui blurted out and asked. Both the original Duan Rui and the demon Duan Rui were still young, energetic and immature. They were in sharp contrast to the silence of the pupilless old man and the middle-aged man in a toga next to him.
Wang Siyuan's right thumb kept pinching the knuckles of the index, middle and ring fingers, and said calmly: "The 'evil' in front of you can pass by without concealing it."
"Evil, are there real evils here?" Duan Rui said in surprise.
Wang Siyuan smiled faintly: "Dharma attained the fruit of Bodhisattva and touched the fruit of future Buddha. He was the first person after the Middle Ages. However, in his later years, a big demon suddenly appeared and fought with him until the pure land was broken. He was finally eliminated. , tell me, where did this great demon come from?”
Duan Rui was suddenly speechless, feeling that the black energy lingering in front of him was full of extreme danger!
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Meng Qi felt a bit like he was in the Netherworld as the black energy filled his body.
He had just taken seven steps when the darkness parted in front of him, and a man stepped out slowly. He was wearing a gray robe, with his hands clasped together, no hair on his head, no beard on his face, and an ancient look.
This monk had no intention of rotting, but his expression was twisted and his eyes were dark. He faced Meng Qi and pushed him out with a palm!
This palm was slow, accompanied by an explosive sound, as if the mountain in front of the palm collapsed, the river flowed backwards, and even the void was vaguely distorted, trapping Meng Qi in it!
Apart from power and glowing dark gold, there is nothing magical!
"Powerful Vajra Palm!" Meng Qi was slightly surprised, but he didn't think it was the same.
If it were a truly powerful Vajra Palm, with the power shown by this external demon monk, it should have the appearance of a Vajra floating behind it and the light of the Buddha shining on it!
Meng Qi didn't dare to neglect, and directly slashed vertically with his sword. It was simple and clear, and purple electricity condensed on the tip of the sword.
boom!
There was a thunder, spring was coming, purple lightning exploded, shining brilliantly into the sky, blending with the explosion of the long knife itself, splitting the black mist, shattering the ground, the destructive power was extremely shocking.
Accompanied by the thunder, the golden flesh palm was struck by the purple lightning sword.
boom!
Shock waves visible to the naked eye spurted out in all directions from the junction, sweeping everything.
Meng Qi's right hand trembled slightly, and the external demon monk took a step back, his whole body lit up with dark gold.
Meng Qi's sword was unforgiving, and Meng Qi's swords fired continuously, sometimes with thunder and hell, sometimes with the sun shining, sometimes with winter thunder and thunder, sometimes with a birthday in the void, without taking a breath, each move was as fast as the next, each move was stronger than the last, and there was a roaring sound. Continuously.
Within the radius, purple thunder spread across the sky, baring its teeth and claws, and the dazzling sun almost took shape, with thousands of rays of light!
But the external demon monk's dark golden hair was shiny, his acupoints were opened, and he slapped his palms continuously. Each palm was accompanied by the sound of thunderbolts, crackling continuously, but it failed to trigger the strange phenomena outside his body. Every time he received a sword or sword, the golden color dimmed. a bit.
At the end of the battle, the external demon monk was forced to the edge of a cliff. Meng Qi shouted loudly and made eight false cuts. The purple thunder dragon took shape, connected end to end with the last cut, and fell like a wheel.
Crazy thunder shook the sky!
Boom!
Amidst the sound, purple lightning flashed brightly, and the external demon monk was stunned on the spot.
Then, he split into two pieces, purple thunder burst out from the wound, and then his whole body disintegrated, turning into black energy and blending into the surrounding area.
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The black air emptied out, condensed into clouds, and swirled around, and beneath their swirling core stood a monk.
His face was a bit like that of the Southern Wilderness. He wore a string of large dark-colored Buddha beads around his neck, a gray robe, and mango shoes. His eyes were closed, his expression was ferocious, and his appearance was extremely twisted.
Duan Rui saw that Wang Siyuan, Wang Dezhong and Wang Bingning were facing formidable enemies, and he immediately became interested in the external demon monk transformed by black energy.
He looked carefully and suddenly found that the monk's appearance looked familiar, and he was very similar to the Arhat he worshiped in the past.
"Dharma!" he cried out.
After looking at the other party's ferocious expression, his voice became deeper:
"Evil Damo!"
The gray-robed monk showed an evil smile, held the flower in his right hand, and gently flicked it out.
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After Meng Qi scattered the phantom of the external demon, he was about to speed up and leave here. If it weren't for the high flying ban near the mountain peak, he would have wanted to fly directly to the fifth floor.
At this moment, his steps stopped, his pupils shrank, and a figure was reflected!
This is an elegant middle-aged man with jet-black hair, no trace of white hair, handsome facial features, and a kind of enchanting charm like a god or demon.
Wearing a wide robe and a wooden hairpin on his head, he stood with his hands behind his back. His posture was chic and unrestrained, exuding indescribable leisure. He was looking up at the sky, as if he was thinking about the ultimate meaning of life and seeking the source of the avenue.
What shocked Meng Qi was not the appearance of this figure. It would not be surprising for any "external demon" to appear here, but the fact that this extremely charming man was stepping on a glass lamp with his right foot, and then with a slight exertion, the lamp broke.
This is exactly the same as the current situation of the second level array eye thing!
"Did he break the two formations of 'Luo Hongchen' and 'Duan Qingjing'? The breath and scene were recorded by the 'Exterior Demon' formation, and he became an 'External Demon'?"
"But now that someone has come in, why hasn't the true meaning outside the door been lost?"
Meng Qi clenched the hilt of the sword, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and did not dare to neglect anything!