high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 40 Brahma

Riding on a peacock, the ancient god with a crown on his head has four faces and four arms. He is holding a water pot and a spoon-shaped token. All four faces have upturned lips, eyes that are open and closed, rich and balanced , The boundless joy of unity came from every face of the gods.

Unperceivable, unimaginable, indescribable.

Behind him, a huge golden egg floated up and down, countless golden lights splashed from the egg, and the sound of empty water was dripping.

The whole body of the ancient gods was composed of illusory flames, and only the hand holding Zuo Chengye was slightly solidified.

The dharma body he displayed is only a few feet tall, but it looks like the cornerstone at the beginning of the universe.

Before all words, all creations, and all thoughts have yet occurred, He already exists.

When the world is about to be wiped out with a single thunderbolt, and the Vatican towers, temples and all living beings are about to perish together, He is still in the void.

Looking at the smiling ancient god, Bai Shu was overwhelmed beyond words.

After the achievement of refining the orifice, the human body becomes a small world of its own, circulating in circles, and the breath is restrained.

If you want to check the opponent's strength, unless you are higher than a big realm, or have a unique technique of breath checking and restraining.

The original intention was to delay the time first, and then run away if he couldn't beat it.

After Xie Fanjing signaled, although he was prepared in his heart, he never expected such a devastating ending.

I thought it would be a tough fight...

In the huge golden egg, water-like ripples are constantly impacting, and the obscure and ancient chanting sound echoes, like the tide washing away the sky and the earth, and the gods on all sides sit upright in the void, their eyes rejoicing.

"Brahma..."

Looking at the illusory god, Bai Shu said softly.

Four-faced and four-armed, the spoon-shaped token symbolizes the dropping of holy cream into the self-sacrificing match, and the jug, which bears the beginning of all things, the time that encompasses all.

Creation, maintenance, and destruction are an important part of Indian mythology.

Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Sustainer, and Shiva the Destroyer correspond to the triple phenomena of birth, dwelling, and extinction in the process of the universe.

The worry that creates the source of power, the joy that maintains the world, and the darkness that swallows everything.

The three virtues of worry, joy, and darkness are balanced when the world is still, and when they stir each other, the gods who control the three virtues will manifest their images from the dark void.

Brahma—one of the three gods, the omniscient in all directions, the creator of the law, and the lord of the world protectors.

Bai Shuwan never imagined that in another world, the image in the myth of the previous life would appear.

In the golden egg, in the vast illusion, there appeared a swan carrying the seven worlds.

He stared blankly at that scene, speechless for a moment.

In this world, many things seem to be wrong.

Confucianism’s academic palaces and orthodoxy, dynasties’ laws and regulations, Taoism’s enshrined gods and gods, and Buddhist Buddhist’s forests... And now, we have to add a Brahma.

It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a jedi heavenly communication, and the era of intercourse between gods and humans is no longer there, and the passage between humans and gods has been completely cut off.

What is the upper bound?

In the previous life, there were only gods in mythology and imagination, so did they live in the upper realm?

What is the connection between the previous life and this world? Why do I see a god like Brahma?

The upper realm, it is the residence of the gods, or the other side of the wider world.

Is it related to the myths and legends of the previous life, and why, there will be the appearance of Jedi Tiantong?

Bai Shu clenched his fists tightly, momentarily flustered.

In my heart, the last deep doubt emerged.

Is the occurrence of the living corpse and the purple mist related to the upper realm...

The illusory god whose body was made of flames closed his palms together, and with a low hum, Bai Shu was awakened suddenly.

"On the Twelve Sutras of the Great Brahma?"

Half of his arm was missing, and Zuo Chengye, who was bleeding profusely all over his body, let out a cry of pain.

"You were detecting my breath earlier?"

Xie Fanjing, with eyes as red as a rabbit and nosebleeds pouring out, nodded.

"It's amazing."

He looked at the majestic god holding himself in his palm, and his tone was complicated.

With Xie Fanjing's strength, the palms of the gods continued to close together, and Zuo Chengye was like an ant trapped in amber, and the silent pressure from up and down from all directions swept towards him.

Every bone in him creaked, his internal organs shifted under this heavy pressure, and uncontrollable blood spurted out from every pore.

Ahhhhh!

Zuo Chengye's eyes protruded high, and he tried his best to raise his remaining left arm, but when he trembled and formed half a seal, it shattered into a blood mist.

"If you kill..."

Bang! ! !

Xie Fanjing's face turned pale.She covered her nose indiscriminately, and ignored Zuo Chengye who was blown into blood mist.

And with Zuo Chengye's death, the ancient gods with four faces and four arms slowly collapsed in midair.

died……

All of this, from Xie Fanjing's attack, to the manifestation of the gods, to Zuo Chengye's death, was only in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Lian watched this scene in astonishment, her eyes trembling.

Just now, it is obvious that the adults have the upper hand...

When the surging power reappeared, Zhou Lian thought that this was nothing more than an unusual hunt, no different from the countless times before.

But just in the blink of an eye...

The blood-stained iron mask was torn apart, and the nearest piece was almost not far from his feet.

Zhou Lian took two steps back unconsciously, her face pale.

Tie Yanluo... Will he die too?

The man who looked like a ghost almost broke his spine with a punch from the Qingfeng Cave. Zhou Lian has been willing to be driven by him all these years.

But now, that man is dead.

The big man with the Xuanhua giant ax turned his head from his bewilderment, and the fair-skinned Zhou Lian was panting heavily, and the veins on his temples burst out, like small loaches.

"Kill!" Zhou Lian's face turned red, "The lord is dead, and the little girl is not badly injured."

He yelled at the people around him like thunder rolling:

"One orifice refinement, more than twenty fetal breaths, can kill her even if piled together!"

"I don't want anything." Zhou Lian pointed to Xie Fanjing, who was holding her nose, and Bai Shu, who was huddled behind her, "He, she, are all yours!"

He let out a heavy breath, "The things left by the adults are also yours!"

"kill!"

The big man holding the Xuanhua ax raised his arms and shouted, his eyes were like copper bells.

"After finishing this, I will stop!"

"Kill! Revenge for the adults!"

"Snatch a man! Snatch a woman!"

Under the instigation, the bandits who were about to retreat had their eyes red and their breathing became heavy. A group of people shouted in unison and rushed straight over. Zhang Dawang ruthlessly covered the two of them.

"Why... I'm at the front, where is Brother Xiaolian?"

With a slash of the axe, the big man, who was in mid-air, couldn't help but look back.

Out of the corner of his eye, a green-robed figure, like a flying ape, fled far back and in different directions.

"Do not……"

He didn't have time to speak, and a group of bandits also didn't have time to speak.

Flesh and flesh, like torrential water in a thunderstorm, spilled in all directions in mid-air. Except for Zhou Lian, the twenty or so fetuses who rushed forward died in an instant.

clatter--

clatter--

The blood merged into a small stream as thick as a child's arm, flowing in moors.

Xie Fanjing withdrew his palm, and then covered his nose that was still bleeding.

"Heroes see the same thing."

In front of him, only the head of the man with the giant ax was left, and he did not rest in peace until his death.

Bai Shu shook his head, and with a flick of his fingers, he knocked the head a few steps away hard and flew away.

"I also think I'm pretty."

(End of this chapter)