I have a passive skill Chapter 1,742 Chapter 174: One word becomes an edict and turns resentment into reality, melting down the ladder to control this world
Chapter 1,742 Chapter 174: One word becomes an edict and turns resentment into reality, melting down the ladder to control this world
Chapter 1744 Chapter 1740: One word turns into resentment, melting down the ladder to control this world
Can only fight?
No way out?
Xu Xiaoshou has never been the kind of person who would risk his life to survive.
Perhaps it has something to do with past experiences. So far, life is still noble in his eyes, especially his own!
He can accept a fight to the death and will not give up even at the last moment.
But Xu Xiaoshou would definitely not accept any fatal battle that could be avoided in advance.
The mind disk swirled slightly, and a ray of thought was thrown into the wave of thought, thrown into Sang Lao's ear, and asked directly:
"How to transcend the ancient war altar?"
Mr. Sang is obviously not a person who talks nonsense:
"Ancestral God!"
He said conclusively:
"Except for the ancestral gods, there is no way to transcend."
"Theoretically, the Ancient War God Platform can engage the Ten Ancestors in an unreserved battle, but it shouldn't be able to withstand the aftermath of the battle for long."
"So if you call yourself an ancestor, you should be able to break the restrictions of the ancient War God Platform. After all, the War Ancestor is just a remnant now."
Mr. Sang never talks nonsense.
But his words are essentially the same as nonsense.
If I want to be able to become a god and proclaim my ancestor, what can I do to break the restrictions of the ancient war altar? Just wipe the throat of all the people I love with a sword. Wouldn’t it smell good?
But all options are gone with just one word!
"I understand."
On top of the Guizhe ruins, Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a long time.
The world in the field of vision gradually faded, and in the end, only Ai Cangsheng was left standing in the southern region, standing amidst the power of the evil god raging in the sky.
He still didn't attack first.
Seeing that Mr. Sang still had no intention of asking him to fish him out in the Dead Sea, Xu Xiaoshou asked:
"What do you need me to do?"
Sang Lao smiled and made a gesture with his hands:
"Alive."
It is clear that the Holy Power cannot be used in the Dead Sea.
Xu Xiaoshou can be an exception, and people in the Five Realms cannot transcend it.
But as soon as Sang Lao made this seal, a drop of colorful black blood suddenly appeared from the center of his eyebrows.
"What's this?"
Feng Zhongzui's eyes widened.
It was indeed a drop of black blood, but it was black with light, and the luster was rippling, appearing colorful.
I’ve been broadening my horizons all day today!
All the "orders" of the past world seem to have no application in front of this group of people.
But yes.
Rules, established for slaves.
For them, these vulgar rules are meant to be broken!
"Festival!"
Sang Lao raised his fingers upward.
The drop of black blood burst into the void, penetrated the Dead Sea, and flew to an unknown place.
"Om..."
The pressure of the Holy Spirit Continent sank.
Everyone in the five regions had this Sanskrit sound of the Buddha's name in their minds, and their souls seemed to be cleansed.
"Again!"
Everyone was shocked.
The belly of the ancestor Zhan surfaced above the water, which was enough to shock people.
After Zhan Zu...
Now what, Buddha?
No, there is no such ancestor among the ten ancestors!
Xu Xiaoshou had no idea what exactly Sang Lao and Sheng Nu wanted to do, and he estimated that if he asked, Sang Lao wouldn't be able to tell.
But all in all, what they want to do at this moment is absolutely inseparable from the purpose of the Holy Slave - freedom!
alive...
I want to live, what about you?
With a thought, Xu Xiaoshou threw away the question again and asked:
"Except alive?"
Sang Lao sacrificed that drop of strange blood, his face was very pale, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.
But he still twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, looking aloof:
"Survive and leave the rest to your master."
…
“Om!!!”
It starts with a soft murmur, then becomes accented!
When Tong Zhanzu surfaced, the sound of the ancient war drums was very different.
After the holy slave sacrificed the drop of black blood sleevelessly, the world only experienced a whisper.
Then it was like a loud bell ringing in the ears, and everyone's eyes turned white from the deep sound, and they almost died from the inside out.
"ah--"
But after hearing this sound, countless spiritual masters from all over the five regions screamed and wailed, covering their heads and shooting out demonic energy from their seven orifices.
Pure magic!
In other words, the breath of the Demon Ancestor's power!
"The Holy Slave has no sleeves. What he sacrifices is a drop of the blood of the ancestors, the blood of the demon ancestors?"
Dead Sea, Fengzhongzui sticks to his heart, but seems a little frightened.
Compared with the illusory and illusory thoughts of the war ancestors, a drop of genuine blood of the ancestor gods can play a huge role in the hands of a knowledgeable spiritual refiner!
Do you understand sleeveless?
If he doesn't understand, there are really not many spiritual refiners in the world who can!
But the fact is that this seems to be a wrong inference, because after the spiritual refiners from all over the five regions were instantly demonized...
"Hum!"
The golden light of Buddha nature swept across.
Everyone who was possessed by the devil all fell silent.
The injuries on their bodies were all healed, as if nothing had happened just now.
"What is this?"
Feng Zhongzui experienced the invasion of demonic energy. Although it could not invade his original mind, he also experienced the caress of the real Buddha's voice.
This is truly a world of ice and fire, as if someone is stabbing someone with a knife on the one hand, and someone is using God's blessing to quickly repair the wound on the other.
The demonic nature is immortal, and the swords that stab people are endless.
The Buddha-nature is constant and the healing power is constant.
"What have I been through!"
"Ahhhhh..."
In just one moment, the people of the five realms fell between demons and Buddhas no less than dozens of times.
And this is just the prelude to the sacrifice of that drop of black blood. When its power is truly revealed, it is...
call out!
A soft sound.
There was a crack in the void, and Xu Xiaoshou looked back abruptly.
But at the extremely high place of the Guizhe ruins, on the ladder to heaven in the clouds, a drop of black blood jumped out from nowhere.
It was lifted up and rotated quietly, as if it had gone through the vicissitudes of life.
"No!"
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils were shocked.
In his eyes, it was clearly a drop of black blood.
Suddenly, he was in a trance. It was not just a drop of blood, but transformed into...
"Buddha?"
…
Feng Xiaoshuang actually regretted it countless times.
She really wanted to turn off the mission and go home to have a good rest.
She really wants to live another five hundred, fifty... even five years.
She couldn't help it.
She could only carry the missionary mirror.
In response to the old master's order, he bit the bullet and aimed at the drop of black blood on the ladder to heaven.
In the missionary mirrors across the five regions, the images of Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng suddenly shrank, replaced by the Ladder to Heaven and the Dead Sea.
"Hum!"
On one side, the black blood disappeared.
Above the clouds and the ladder to heaven, there turned into a majestic golden Buddha sitting cross-legged.
"Mode!"
On one side, the Dead Sea surges.
The Holy Slave was sleeveless, and after responding, his whole body was scorched.
He was like an empty shell, a body charred by the fire.
The cleft between his eyebrows is steep and bright, a bit out of place, as if the golden cinnabar does not belong to him.
When the cinnabar glowed with golden light, endless golden power of Buddha nature emerged from the burnt wound on his body, spurting out.
"gold?"
Feng Zhongzui blinked his eyes.
When I looked again, my scalp felt numb.
That is clearly the black demonic power!
The cinnabar that lights up is not a golden light, but a bloody red light!
There was no time for him to explain...
In the minds of everyone in the five regions, a sound originating from a heavy drink sounded:
"Sang Qiye, please give me the oracle!"
…
"Om mani padme hum..."
"Om mani padme hum..."
"Om mani padme hum..."
The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon before was astonishing to the world, but it was fundamentally different.
Because at this time, the six-character mantra does not arise gradually, nor does it no longer produce demonic qualities in people, but it is purely a gentle power to soothe people's hearts, but it also carries an absolute shock.
When on the golden ladder to heaven, the majestic golden Buddha casts golden light to the world.
In a sinful place like the Dead Sea, in the black water and in the cinnabar, the light of the Buddha also shines out.
Sleeveless and naked, Sang Lao was like a black stone. Suddenly his eyes woke up and he shouted:
"Go away with burnt skin, and return home if you have any grievances!"
In an instant, the black water around his body drained away, and golden light gathered.
"Buzz..."
Between the waves of golden light.
Behind him, a huge lotus platform appeared faintly.
On the ladder to heaven, sometimes it is black blood, sometimes it is the appearance of Buddha, and it has completely condensed into the latter.
The golden Buddha seemed to have eliminated his demonic nature in an instant, stood up on the ladder to heaven, and jumped forward.
"boom!"
The minds of the people in the five regions were greatly shocked.
But the Buddha on the ladder to heaven disappeared.
On the Universal Lotus Platform behind the Holy Slave, there is a huge Buddha sitting cross-legged.
It has a golden body, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a smile at the corner of its mouth, showing joy to others, its left hand is raised emptyly on the belly, with nothing hanging in it, and the right hand is lightly twisted on the chest, showing no seal or determination.
"This is……"
Just look at it this way.
The Big-Belly Buddha gives people the feeling of being carefree, and it is the golden body of the Buddha that could only be created in a peaceful and prosperous age.
It doesn't have much recognition.
Because of the prosperity and peace, everyone can only focus on the matters at hand, and do not have to place their faith in things that do not require faith.
Praying to heaven and gods, praying to Buddha and ancestors, none of them are as good as praying to oneself.
But the world didn't even have time to remember any of the insignificant features of this pot-bellied Buddha. In the blink of an eye, something terrible happened...
That Buddha has turned black!
It no longer has a kind look on its face, but has a sad expression on its face.
It is no longer careless, but carries something with both hands, a hanging skull bracelet, and a pinch to hold the seal.
The golden lotus platform, under the demonized Buddha image, faintly oozed some black liquid.
At a certain moment, when they were watching intently, everyone in the five regions was horrified to discover...
That Buddha is upside down!
It has its head on the lotus platform and its legs in the air - in this posture, the sad eyes hanging upside down are staring at the world, rolling, how weird!
Xu Xiaoshou was even frightened.
What kind of Buddha is this, so demonic?
Too inappropriate, too ungrateful, too ungrateful!
"Subversion, collapse, chaos..."
From this, he could only interpret such unreasonable thinking.
But the world is so tolerant, no matter how inappropriate, solemn, or serious, everything that exists makes sense.
As soon as the "inverted Buddha appearance" appeared, Mr. Sang suddenly became pious.
He lost his perverseness, lost his arrogance, and lost his infiltration.
Even the face that usually looked scary when you looked closer now looked very kind and friendly.
"Moved..."
Drunk eyes trembled in the wind.
Yes, the Holy Slave moved sleevelessly.
He took a step forward, and his charred body degenerated into a simple gray-brown monk's robe.
The black pure water surged and easily pushed away his straw hat.
It turned out that the hair on his head...which was full of dissatisfaction, all fell out, and he became like a monk.
This monk was born with red lips and white teeth, and a spot of cinnabar on his forehead, but his brows were frowned and he looked worried.
He took another step forward, but no change in his strength was seen. He quietly walked out of the Dead Sea and appeared next to Xu Xiaoshou.
"What?"
Xu Xiao was frightened and staggered.
He could barely keep up with Old Man Sang... Wait, is this still Old Man Sang?
He looked at the monk in front of him and was stunned.
"What!"
Feng Xiaoshuang was also frightened.
When I took a picture of the preaching mirror at this time, the Holy Slave was sleeveless, and it became so illusory and unreal.
No, he should not be a saint slave without sleeves, he is a monk in sleeveless clothes... The ethereal monk's sleeveless clothes, with a sword at his waist and a magic wand in his hand, this combination is simply extremely weird!
Don't talk about Feng Xiaoshuang.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even describe his feelings at the moment.
In his memory, the eminent monk wore a red cassock, had a white beard and white eyebrows, and said that he was very good.
It is difficult for him to leave the temple at such a young age.
The person who is equipped with a knife and a staff is most likely a monk who has broken the precepts!
This young monk looks a bit like a monk who has broken the precepts, but also looks a bit different. After passing by Xu Xiaoshou, his eyes suddenly lighted up.
He glanced sideways slightly, nodded slightly, and said:
"See you in the pagoda."
…
"ah?"
The hair on Xu Xiaoshou's hair stood up at the sensation.
See you at the inverted pagoda?
Why is this format so familiar?
See the Void Island, see the dyeing ruins, see the ruins of the gods, see the inverted pagoda... So, you are Dao Qiongtian?!
But how could Mr. Sang have a relationship with Dao Qiongcang?
Whether Dao Qiong Cang can grasp the power he is relying on at this moment is a matter of two minds.
After all, he just said it.
"Call the Oracle!"
Also said.
"Go away with burnt skin, and return home if you have any grievances."
There were all sorts of complaints against the Buddha, and no matter how disbelieving they were, when the sentence "Inverted Buddha Pagoda is seen" came out, Xu Xiaoshou was able to string it all together:
What Sang Lao borrowed was not the blood of the Demonic Ancestor, but the blood of the Resentful Buddha.
Sui Yin had said frankly before that it was the Demon Ancestor who complained about the collapse of the pagoda town, so it was because he was not strong enough and was polluted?
But if this blood could be borrowed, it would have been thirty years ago.
Otherwise, if the holy slave had the means to meet again with a grudge, God would not have been searching for thirty years to no avail...
"Thirty years ago, if you had a grudge, it wasn't that you were the first Holy Emperor, but that you were already close to the Ancestral God, or even as good as the Ancestral God?"
"No wonder others are making small fuss, he is already suppressing the Demon Ancestor..."
It is so shocking that it is even more outrageous than the Eight Masters forgetting their emotions, the Kuilei Han forgetting his son, and the Dao Qiantian forgetting the Dao.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even believe that his judgment was true.
But without waiting for him to think too much, the monk's clothes were sleeveless and he took another step forward.
This time, his back appeared directly on the ladder to heaven, anywhere in sight of the people of the Five Realms.
His height is the highest.
Behind him is the world.
Viewed from this angle, the world can only see the sword filled with murderous aura and the large staff filled with demonic energy - no one can understand such a Buddha's appearance!
But Xu Xiaoshou knew.
He is definitely not Sang Lao, but he may only have a grudge.
After all, he has seen the Jie Dao, and he has also seen the magic wand - the Buddha-cutting knife, and the Prison Sky Magic Wand!
On the golden ladder to heaven, someone who is not understood by the world is wearing a simple gray-brown monk's robe and has a grudge, but he takes the initiative to turn around and throw his gentleness into this world.
His way is extremely simple, such as the current Five Domains Sanskrit:
"All disasters will be paid to me, and I will enjoy peace in this world."
"All swords and swords join me, and there will be no bloodshed in the world."
Youxin sat cross-legged, gently unloaded his sword, and laid out his magic wand.
Without saying much, a golden relic came out of his mouth.
This is……
Xu Xiaoshou's face was moved.
That’s the relic!
But its power is almost equal to the destiny of the ancestor god!
"The innate destiny of the ancestor god..."
For a moment, everyone in the five regions thought of something.
Under the great mantra of this little gray-brown monk, I think of the one in the Tenth Seat who "If the Buddha has any resentment, the hell should be full."
On the ladder to heaven, he spit out the relics.
All the spiritual masters from the five regions who had been attacked by the demonic energy were all brought in without mercy.
Resentment swallows up all evil spirits and all sins.
His pale body was extremely solid, with lotus flowers blooming at his feet, and the cinnabar between his brows was even redder and bloodier.
contradiction!
Still a contradiction!
No matter what, it is difficult for anyone to accept that such extreme contradictions can coexist in one body, and yet they can achieve such a harmony of yin and yang.
If there is any complaint, he slightly spreads his palms.
With a squeaking sound, his arms were scorched, and they looked like sleeveless and red scorched hands.
But in the next moment, the sleeveless red-scorched hands that were possessed and transformed based on the melting and burning of the Divine Mind Dragon were purified by the golden relics and returned to chaos.
When all kinds of unforgiveness and all kinds of sins are being refined, the burnt rot in the palms of resentment fades away, and a soft, water-like, golden thought emerges.
"Willing power..."
Xu Xiaoshou's scalp was slightly numb.
He has seen this kind of piercing thought.
This is sincere faith and undivided piety.
The last time, and the only time, he saw someone with this kind of second-generation spiritual consciousness, it was the unhappy little monk - a disciple who had a grudge against the Buddha!
My mind is full of thoughts.
On the ladder to heaven, after the Buddha sat down, his mind felt as still as water.
He stretched out his hand and touched it, and the power of the wish overflowed from the relic, flowing through the lotus platform and all over the ladder to heaven.
"Plop..."
A weird noise was made.
Touched by the power of wish, the ladder actually made corroding and burning sounds. White flames rose from time to time, but soon even the white flames were calmed down.
The five realms are all vast.
He didn't even take any action to love the common people, he just watched this situation quietly.
But when I saw the golden relics returning from time to time on the ladder to heaven, I complained that the Buddha had faded into a monk's robe without sleeves.
The five realms blinked, and the sleeveless monk's robe faded again, fading into a sleeveless, red and scorched body of seven mulberry leaves.
Another blink...
It hasn’t faded!
At this point, Sang Lao is like a stone sculpture.
He is eternally fixed in the sky, and only one voice is left to spread across the five realms, declaring the firmness of his way and the solidity of his heart:
"I will fuse the ladder to heaven and rule this world for one year. The ten ancestors are irreversible."