Chapter 292
He had been thinking for a long time, if he was no longer here, who would take care of such a big cage full of corpses and seas of blood? After this time, what should I do next time?
In fact, he knew very well that at that time, there must be someone standing in front of him. Because of this, he was even more worried.
So he has been thinking about a formation that can absorb the irresolvable mortal relationship and leave it to slowly dissipate in the future, giving a buffer for those who have too many burdens.
He needed that formation to function as usual even after his death, to watch over the disciples who came and went in the world for him.
"It's a combination of the spirit washing array and the cage vortex. One side moves and the other side stays, but it's more stable and hidden than that, so as not to involve people who don't know." Xie Wen said.
Every time he came back to this col, he would fiddle with the formation stones and try it out, and adjusted it many times.
In order to keep the formation going, he sealed the stone with blood, making himself the eye of the formation. It's just that the biggest change happened before it was fully formed...
When I heard his words, I suddenly thought of something.
The moment that incident flashed through my mind, it seemed like a handful of glacier water poured down my head——
Because of the accident in Liuzhuang, he and Bu Ning had seriously studied the scourge. He knew that that kind of thing was different from person to person. It was one effect when it fell on ordinary people, and another effect when it fell on them. The latter was much more serious.
There is no solution to this thing, one debt is one debt, and one reincarnation will only weaken one point.
Zhang Dai has never been in reincarnation from the beginning to the end, and has been borrowing the skin of others. It is reasonable to say that the imprint of divine punishment should not be diminished. But Zhang Wan said that his imprint is faint.
How did he do it?
...
Was it once... quietly cleaned and transferred by something?
Except for the formation that Xie Wen mentioned, Wen Shi couldn't think of a second answer at all!
If it is really what he thinks, then there is a reason why Chen couldn't control Qianqian Chenyuan and was covered in karma, and finally fell into the seal and could not be reborn...
Chapter 102 Return Date
Thinking of this, Wen Shi's anger reached its peak. The strong wind rose from the ground, and the frost swept outward along the trembling puppet thread.
In an instant, Zhang Dai was covered in blood.
"Ahhhh—"
It seems that the raging wind and the two of them are left in the world.
"What did you do?" Wen Shi asked sharply, his voice was as cold as snow.
Zhang Dai seized his sanity in severe pain, he screamed and panted several times before looking up at Wen Shi: "You!"
There was still deep resentment in his eyes, obviously immersed in his own world, he didn't hear Wen Shi's question at all, and he didn't understand Wen Shi's fury at the moment.
It is this kind of ignorance that makes people most angry.
The puppet thread on Zhang Dai's body suddenly tightened, strangling him to pieces. His eyeballs were red and bulging from the sudden pain and suffocation.
Wen Shi stroked his fingers forward along the line and then yanked violently, dragging Zhang Dai to the front. He was forced to stretch his neck.
"I asked—" Wen Shi's fingers were clenched extremely tightly, his joints were bloodless white, which was the same color as his lips at this time: "How did you wash yourself off?!"
Zhang Dai wanted to struggle, but was firmly suppressed and could not move. His eyes turned white because of suffocation, and his eyelids trembled rapidly...
It was too embarrassing and ugly, so he simply closed his eyes.
How did you wash it?
Zhang Dai couldn't speak, and only moved his dark purple lips a few times. Looks like he's thinking hard, as if he's forgotten.
When he heard it, his complexion became extremely ugly, and the cold madness in his eyes also reached the extreme.
His joints were clenched, and all the puppet lines were lifted with all their strength——
"Ho—"
Zhang Dai's severe cough was squeezed out from his throat, mixed with blood foam. It seemed as if the internal organs had been smashed to pieces and were overflowing from the mouth. He anxiously grabbed the puppet thread twice, and suddenly laughed.
"Think...I remember." He hissed, his lips still grinning.
How to wash the scourge...
It was nothing more than returning home in that mountain depression. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
The reaction of God's punishment on him was too obvious——
No matter what he tried to do, he would end up with the worst possible result, like a curse.
He frequently fell into nightmares, as if as long as he closed his eyes, countless grievances would crawl into the house, onto the bed, and eat him one bite at a time.
He is anxious, irritable, cloudy and unpredictable, and his desires are hard to fill. All the most negative and dark things are infinitely magnified, as if there are countless evil spirits hiding in the body, struggling to break out of the cocoon.
This is not the scariest thing, the most difficult thing for him to accept is...he can't get out of the cage.
That cage was a rare and terrifying memory in his life—he was like a human-shaped vortex, crazily absorbing all the dark things around him, and those black mist carrying resentment and hatred rushed towards him overwhelmingly, and got into his body Body.
He was delighted at first, after all, as long as the absorbed black mist can melt and cultivate, it can make him stronger.
But the next moment he began to regret it, because he couldn't take it anymore, and the black mist was still staring at him like crazy, continuously.
They collided wildly in his body, not only could not be melted, even the ones that had been melted in him for more than ten years were about to be moved.