This immortal is a little crazy

Chapter 173 The Wheel of Death

"All beings are equal!"

Mo Luo clasped his palms together, spit out Buddha's breath, and his blood boiled. The so-called army collapsed in an instant. The idea of ​​being unable to unite as one was defeated in the face of countless demonic means.

Another self is born in thoughts, and a brand new self is born in every thought. In an instant, infinite lives are derived between heaven and earth, fighting each other in life and death.

All beings who cultivate their souls cannot control their own thoughts at this moment, nor can they control the demons born from their thoughts.

These stray thoughts of the devil were cast by the vast blood of Mo Luo, and turned into a real existence, killing towards their own subjects.

Although they are the same person, their thoughts are already incompatible with each other, and they are bound to fight to create the strongest existence.

Since everyone is an equal being, why do you make the decision instead of me?

There were no more words, only countless thoughts rolling around and fighting each other. Hundreds of thousands of troops turned into a scene like Shura purgatory. The entangled army flowed blood into the wilderness and fertile land.

Streams of blood flowed along the earth, and together they created a bloody lotus platform, on which stood a beautiful young man with a compassionate face and ruthless hands.

"The devil can mess with my Taoist mind."

Hong Xuanji shouted loudly, tearing apart countless amounts of energy and smoke. The acupoints all over his body reversely refined Moluo's blood energy. His fists were powerful, condensing the momentum of the Confucian and Taoist sage, and he completed the majestic road in one go, directly smashing the boundless demon heads.

Human immortal body, master of seven thunder tribulations.

The soul and blood merge with each other, and the magic and martial arts are unified. Both in terms of power and speed, they have reached a higher level. This is the supreme way of combining magic and martial arts.

Hong Xuanji waved his fists, manifesting dragon soul armor all over his body, and an unprecedented brilliance burst out from his eyes. The fierce light shot out, like two aurora, thousands of feet long, piercing the sky.

Waves of mighty pure Yang energy swept across hundreds of thousands of miles, almost penetrating the land of Daqian, and evaporated the entire Moluo Blood Sea.

"The Wheel of Death!"

In Hong Xuanji's body, among the 190 orifices, there are the Ancestral Dragon and the First Dragon. It is these two dragon-shaped Qi, as if the heaven and earth are in harmony, pushing Hong Xuanji's body to life. Reached the ever-changing supreme realm.

The ever-changing magical power is infinitely close to shattering the vacuum.

Hong Xuanji was already on par with the ancient God of War, so he wanted to kill Mo Luo and truly create the majesty of the ancient Holy Emperor.

In the mind of every scholar, the ancient times were the most beautiful times. Everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. No matter how wise the emperor was, he wanted the dynasty to restore the ancient atmosphere.

Hong Xuanji is an admirer and practitioner of this concept. By cultivating the Wheel of Life and Death, he is the king of principles in charge of the gods of heaven and earth.

"The devil is not a devil, and the Tao is not a Tao. Hong Xuanji, you are the demon of truth."

"Corrupt principles are demons."

The obsession has reached the extreme, and the true meaning of equality for all beings can no longer shake Hong Xuanji.

For Hong Xuanji now, even if the people stand in front of him, they must be killed for his righteousness.

But
"The will is not the source of life in the organism, but its product, the expression of the results of life."

Since the equality of all living beings is useless, it is the redness of all living beings.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

"When the blood comes out, I surrender; when the blood flows, I live; when the bleeding stops, I die." Billions of lives in the vast sea of ​​blood turn into a bloody sword, gathering all life, complex and dirty, full of vitality, but dramatic An extremely poisonous feeling.

Facing this long sword, Hong Xuanji felt great terror.

Even thoughts that have been tempered for thousands of years will melt, accommodate everything, and turn into a sea of ​​blood. This is the great good in moral scriptures and the supreme road to forgetting love.

Great love, great kindness, great benevolence.

Meng Shenji just took one look at it and felt all sorts of incredible wonders.

Realm, feeling, mood, momentum. Mo Luo has reached the point of perfection, where the great trend of all living beings and the great power of heaven and earth lies.

"The best is to forget love, the worst is to be inferior to love. The one I love most is my generation."

With this sword, even the luck of Daqian's son in Hong Xuanji's body was cut off, because after all, the things of luck are nothing more than the favor of the world and the luck of the race, and this sword has condensed the thoughts of all living beings, enough to replace heaven with human beings. .

"All the gods are born and die, and the cycle of creation is crossing the other shore, the ocean of suffering."

Hong Xuanji roared loudly and shook the sky. As soon as he moved his fist, millions of fist shadows suddenly hit Mo Luo hard. The power of each fist was equivalent to six full-force collisions of beings like Guixian.

He wants to dominate the sea of ​​suffering, control the fate of life and death, forcefully cross the other side, and create an immortal dynasty.

Powerful thoughts burst out from Hong Xuanji's boxing skills. Facing Mo Luo's divine sword, Hong Xuanji did not flinch, but directly attacked him, using force against force and force against force.

After killing everything and reaching the lotus throne, Hong Xuanji's fist power surged to the sky, and his whole body was surrounded by true energy. When he reached the top of his body, he was about to kill Mo Luo.

"Moco is boundless!"

A simple palm, without any extra skills, not even the use of skills, just a kind of force, a simple force, the power of all living beings.

"All dharmas have no self-image, no one, no sentient beings, and no lifespan."

Under the palm, blood was all over his body, and Hong Xuanji felt that the acupoints all over his body were exploding and exploding.

The continuation of ideas is the key to the survival of will. The causal connection of all things in the world is only form and state, which will one day be broken. However, there are two things that have nothing to do with cause and effect, and that is matter and natural force. They are the premise of all changes.

The so-called way of change must also be based on matter and life.

Mo Luo did not harm Hong Xuanji, but directly isolated the connection and cause and effect between Hong Xuanji and everything in the world. Everything belonging to Hong Xuanji is being erased from the fate of the human race.

Mo Luo is indifferent to life and death, because life and death will not change the nature of Mo Luo.

"Individuals are like splashing water. Only in the mighty river can color be born."

"All dharma is empty, and the Bodhisattva dharma is also empty. Therefore, there is no dharma that can be called a Bodhisattva."

Everything about Hong Xuanji is disappearing. Everything in his memory, his connection with the whole world and everyone in this world, are all being gathered together by Mo Luo at this moment.

If a person has never entered human society, never communicated with others, and never learned knowledge and deprived himself of all social attributes except the natural attribute of being human, then what is he?
terrible!
Hong Yi trembled. His dream was to become a saint, but a saint is a saint among people, but now Mo Luo has deprived him of everything in humanity.

At this moment, on the continent that is as warped as a bowl in the entire world, a huge red lotus is in the center and is about to bloom.

　I almost felt like I was going to heaven yesterday, and all kinds of symptoms came up together, and I was lying there from Saturday night until this morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)