Chapter 140

If the earth also has memories, then Lu Zhengkang must still remember the scene when she saw the killing of magic Shu.

In other words, the trace left by this incident is very stubborn, which has been engraved in the surrounding environment, and has not faded with the circulation of the upper edge and the vicissitudes of life.

Although Shangyuan doesn't care about time and space, its mobility is destined to have a one-way time axis leading the evolution of nature.

Many of the histories that Lu Zhengkang saw have been blurred.

If the storage of information on the upper edge is regarded as the inscription on the stone tablet, then if the stone tablet is scattered, the information on it is doomed to be blurred and broken. This does not fully conform to Lu Zhengkang's perspective, but it does popularize the spiritual experience of tianyantong which is purely based on the meaning.

What he sees now is not necessarily true.

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Xuanpao man's face is vague, but the low and cool Qi is long-lasting.

Like a sharp knife composed of glaciers, slow action, unstoppable, leaving a deep gully, bone and blood covered his footprints, frozen to death. He is not only destroying and killing, he also represents a kind of oppression, a kind of plunder, taking all the temperature away from the living.

It may not be appropriate to say that such a person is a warrior fighting for all living beings in the world.

It can only be said that his behavior contributed to a beneficial result for the people of the world.

He killed the devil.

He divided his body.

The blood falls to the sky.

If it's really blue sky with blood.

The hot blood was dispersed in the sky by the strong wind, turned into clouds, and fell down the rain drops of Yin Hong.

This blood rain shrouded Kunlun for three years.

The life of the earth is extinct.

Countless curious people stand in front of the curtain of rain and linger. In the dark depths they can't see, they have quietly erected fourteen sacrificial platforms.

Lu Zhengkang can be sure that this is the altar, not anything else.

The body of the magic pivot was shrinking, and a great amount of essence gushed out from the fracture of the trunk and poured into the large tablets of inscriptions on the altar.

It's not a seal. It's a sacrifice. The devil is a tribute.

Shu's body gradually turned into dust and dissipated, leaving only a withered head, while the stone slab on the altar had been activated.

It can be said that every inscription is bleeding.

Black blood.

There is a big difference with the golden red blood.

He is more like a god of war, so his blood is unrestrained and fiery, with strong vitality. These blood seems to have been given the mission of killing, which will poison all creatures on the earth, but this blood does not pollute the heavy crust.

Like a sword into the earth, that is, a part of the earth, although clear, but will eventually be broken down.

But the black blood flowing from the slate is different.

What's the difference.

Is it the blood of the God of war that has cooled down and brought curse?

But the blood is not more, but less.

What is missing makes it out of place with the world.

Lu Zhengkang continued to feel the fragmentary information, emptied his body and mind, returned the truth of history, and abandoned the meaningless Association and brain supplement.

The xuanpao man went to the head of Shu. His brain, which was like a mountain, was now emptied. It had shrunk to the size of a rock. His eyes were still bursting with fierce killing. This wild posture did not leave with death. It was just a pity that these beautiful eyes were embedded in the shrunken head.

The man took off a total of 21 eyeballs with a knife.

Crystal clear, just like a gem, wrapped in a cavity of golden liquid, now after drying, the residue on the inner wall is also like gold powder, the pupil is purple red, the iris color is gorgeous, round by round quietly spinning Lu Zhengkang stopped watching because he was unconsciously substituting Xiangshu's eyes.

Go on.

The xuanpao man takes off his clothes, revealing a pair of withered body, which is full of all kinds of eyeballs. The overall shape is reminiscent of the hundred eyed demon king in the 73rd chapter of journey to the west, in which the heart master is broken by evil luck.

However, compared with the multi eyed monster, he is more like a collector of eyeballs.

The countless eyeballs on his body surface belong to different biological individuals.

It's hard to judge whether this terrible look comes from the hatred of the dead who have their eyeballs gouged out, or reflects the inner characteristics of the man in xuanpao.

See this gentleman will pivot eyes also chime to the body surface sparse "free place". The two mean that the eyeball and the person's body have reached a balanced symbiosis, and the eyeball of the pivot is shining again, and becomes vivid again. However, just like the eyes of all men in xuanpao, they become fierce and vicious.

When this is done, the last task will be carried out.

Xuanpao man's body bit by bit into the earth, where the rock and soil have been doused with black blood, the solid ground is like a swamp, in short, the creator of the terracotta warriors into the earth.He's certainly not burying himself.

Blood in the ground gathered into a cocoon, also in the upper edge of the deep growth of an evil dark heart.

Lu Zhengkang thought that it was appropriate to use evil words here.

He was sure that he felt a subtle pain, the pain of the earth.

There is a sense of grounding in the heart, something is being absorbed through the blood.

The xuanpao people enter the cocoon, completely melt and melt in the upper edge.

The picture fades.

The smoke of history can't help but engulf the past, or someone is deliberately erasing the history.

Lu Zhengkang tried his best to look at it. The last picture he saw was that the cocoon was broken and the gray fog gushed out. It was Xiangshu's birth!

It means a new upper edge.

It means the completion of a change involving the origin of the world.

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Lu Zhengkang left the bottom of the lake.

The doubts did not decrease, but increased.

Where did the xuanpao man go at last?

Did he incarnate as Xiangshu?

Is the appearance of evil fate the result of natural evolution or man-made, or both?

To really understand the context of Shangyuan, Lu Zhengkang has only one way to go, that is, like the xuanpao people, to enter Shangyuan and participate in the evolution.

Lu Zhengkang also understood that this day would not be too far away.

He once said that if he wanted to make the pure land a real world, he needed to really participate in the changes of Shangyuan. Otherwise, he would not be able to build an independent Xiaoqian world. Instead, he would have to move things out of the pure land and return them to this place.

In addition, the further use of the newspaper body is also inseparable from reincarnation.

From this point of view, rebirth has almost become a kind of fate, but for Lu Zhengkang, it is more like a game than the heavy feeling of being forced.

For the time being, he told himself that there were still some things that had not been dealt with well, so he could not let go of reincarnation.

Fortunately, this matter has been put on the agenda. Lu Zhengkang definitely wants to complete it and make himself have a good time.