Chapter 264

This is not within the scope of the judge's work, and I haven't seen such a person when I heard it, so I just listened to it and didn't pay much attention.

It wasn't until now, watching those strange Sanskrit words flowing out from his and Xie Wen's interlocking fingers, listening to the half-familiar rhythm in his mind, that he remembered that gossip again.

In the end, Xie Wen replied, "It's almost the same, but it's the other way around."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and added another sentence: "It's just a false sound, it can't be eliminated, but it doesn't hinder anything."

When I heard it, I was stunned for a moment, and my face suddenly changed——

The opposite rebirth mantra is to never enter reincarnation.

It's hard not to think of this sentence's effect on Chen Dao, that is, that the sealing formation will never enter reincarnation.

When he heard it, he suddenly remembered the Sanskrit text from the side face to the heart on Xie Wen's spirit picture. He had read it a few times before and only felt that the imprint was weird, and he couldn't recognize a single word.

Now I finally understand that it was not a normal Sanskrit writing, but a twisted and reversed mantra of rebirth. Just like the handwriting wrapped around the puppet thread at this moment.

If there is some truth in the words circulating in the world, some blessings can leave a mark on people if they are recited dozens of times sincerely.

So... what about the curse?

What about the phrase "a bad death" that countless people have said in the past thousand years?

Those have been left on this person's spiritual image for life, from the eyes to the heart, and have flowed for so many years without stopping. It was even engraved in the strength of the spirit and spirit, and everything he did carried the traces of these Sanskrit words.

This time I heard the Sanskrit sound in my head again, and when I heard it, I felt that my heart was being held tightly, and I was pulling back and forth on it with the dullest rusty knife.

It may be that his face is too ugly and his fingers are too cold.

Xie Wen tightened his withered hands holding his shoulders, and said, "Don't think about it, what I just said is just an illusion and—"

"Can you hear it?" Wen Shi suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Xie Wen was taken aback, and looked at him.

"Those voices... Do you usually hear them?" Wen Shi asked him with his brows furrowed and his lips pale.

Thank you for asking this to understand.

He thought for a moment, then said softly, "Occasionally, it's not as annoying as you think."

After two seconds of silence, he smiled in his ear when he heard it, and said, "Compared with this one, the other one may appear more."

"What?"

"I can't hear clearly, it's always vague and muffled. But I love to listen." Xie Wen said, "At that time, I thought, someone should be worshiping me. In those chanting voices, it seemed too special."

Although the voice is not much heavier than the wind, it is not clear at all. But he knew who it was as soon as he heard it.

Who else would be so awkward, worship him every day, but never speak? Only the person he worried about the most.

When he heard it, he pursed his lips, his complexion didn't improve much, and his eyes were still filled with those dense Sanskrit words. Until he felt that Xie Wen lowered his head slightly, his posture became closer, his chin almost touched his shoulder, and his face almost touched his.

He heard the other party's low and gentle voice, saying, "You have seen my spirit, and you must have seen those Sanskrit characters."

When I heard it, my voice was dry and hoarse, and there was a "hmm".

"Do you know why it stops here in the heart?"

"Why?"

"Because good words have their marks." Xie Wen said, "The person who begged me stopped me for me."

His dry fingers tapped the place where his heart was when he smelled it, and said, "You are here with me, help me stop those things."

"So don't be sad, and don't be distracted—" The moment the voice fell, Xie Wen covered Wen Shi's hand and clasped his five fingers together, as if he had taught him everything by hand.

The bent knuckles pulled the puppet thread, and in an instant, mountains and rivers all over the world shook.

Like countless gale winds from the ground whistling through the mountains and fields! That voice completely overwhelmed the attacking giant puppet beast, passed through the disturbing scriptures, tore away layers of barriers, and went straight to the sky.

Countless wind blades surged out from around the puppet line and landed on the ground. The yellow soil splashed and the sand flew, and the cracks and trenches that came out of the attack were bottomless, cutting the layout of the big formation to pieces. .

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At the place where the formation eye was located, hundreds of crackling sounds resounded at the same time.

The huge impact force came from the ground, causing the entire ground to burst open at the same time as cracks appeared, like a giant lotus from the abyss of the yellow spring.

The eighteen formation stones that Zhang Zhengchu collected all the spirits and gods pressed down to the ground were completely exposed like this.

More than a dozen filaments branched out from the cane he was holding tightly, exuding silver light, and each root was connected with those formation stones. And under the stone formation, there are countless veins extending out, like the roots of a towering giant tree.

The veins extending from the eighteen formation stones are intertwined and stretched out in the direction of Xie Wen and Wen Shi when they came, like a poisonous snake with its huge mouth open, spitting out greedy letters.

If the Patriarchs couldn't figure out the difference between this spiritual formation and the common spiritual formation before, now Wen Shi and Xie Wen directly turned the earth upside down and cut countless gaps in the abyss, the difference is clear at a glance.

The "poisonous snake" is facing the person offering the spirit.

And the one who received the confession was obviously Zhang Zhengchu himself in the center of the formation.

There was an uproar all around.

Many people murmured in disbelief: "Old Zhang, you—"

At this time, Zhang Zhengchu turned his back to the crowd, and could no longer hear their words.