Chapter 132

If you look at the upper edge of this place with tianyantong, you will find that there are many miscellaneous Qi, including white Qi representing life and fortune, and blue Qi representing death.

These can be regarded as very beautiful breath, such as vein like fine, interwoven into a crystal like network. There is silence, such as a stubborn statue, fighting against time without any fluctuation.

These are all within the normal scope, or the natural products of the operation of heaven.

Lu Zhengkang gently felt these dead Qi, and suddenly felt stagnant and dignified. In front of his eyes, there was a picture of evil spirits eating people, and there was a piercing cry in his ear. It was the spirit of the deceased who remained in the dead Qi that launched a counterattack. If he could not bear it, he would be hurt.

Many strange stories on the market mention the terrible scenes that passers-by see when they pass by cemeteries and ghost houses at night, but they are not from empty sources. They are not deifying the fear of death, but the malice that some intelligent people can sense in the death.

What will happen if these dead Qi gather?

Lu Zhengkang turns his mind to see a possibility in the distant future.

The dark blue and dead air is dense like clouds, which arouses the changes of heaven and earth. A purple and golden cloud appears in the sky, which is opposite to the dead air from afar, antagonistic to each other, one Yin and one Yang, moving and quiet.

The dead Qi accumulates and thickens until it begins to contract inward to form a black sphere, which begins to rise. The surrounding upper edge rushes into the void, causing subsidence. The purple and gold clouds in the sky are attracted to sink, and the two converge, triggering thunder.

It's a hundred miles around, and it's scorched earth.

The original mass grave has been replaced by a long and narrow pit, like the wound made by heaven and earth to cut away the abscess.

Lu Zhengkang couldn't help pondering.

Is the world spiritual?

Does the universe work according to predetermined rules?

What is the position of man between heaven and earth?

Why does the dead affect the changes of heaven and earth?

If there is life and consciousness in a universe, it will make people tremble and fear, and make people yearn for it!

Lu Zhengkang was wandering here, and kunqing came to him, "the monk comes first, or the Taoist comes first?"

"You first."

"If you spend half of the time separately, take that tomb as the boundary, and the east side belongs to me, and the west side belongs to you."

"Yes."

Kun Qing took out a blue jade Rune from his arms. Holding it in his hands, he stepped on the gangbu Dou in the graveyard and chanted "Lingbao wumetrical human classic".

A cloud gradually gathered in the sky, which was very obvious on a clear winter day.

Several spectators tut tut.

"The cardinal of heaven and earth, the five thunder Dharma!"

Kun Qing took out his iron sword and pointed it to the sky.

The fine electric light rolled up in the dark clouds, like a fiery purple lotus.

Kun Qing drinks three times.

"Ray

"Ray

"Ray

Woo -

suddenly, heaven and earth make a dull sound, like a giant breathing, full of breath.

Boom!!

The next moment, thunder from the sky!

In the dazzling light, kunqing Taoist is as tall and straight as the night mountain, Gao daxiongjun.

The electric light, like a snake flying on the ground, falls into the pulse network formed by the dead Qi and jumps all over the place.

People like to stand in the Aurora's world, surrounded by the golden light of competition, fortunately, no one is targeted by the electric light, there is no accident.

The air was scorched by the high temperature, and everyone's hair began to float, except Lu Zhengkang.

The little bald donkey looked at these men with scarves and crowns with a smile. Their hair overflowed from both sides of the scarves. It was really static electricity that could not be placed anywhere.

Loud noise after loud noise caused a sharp pain in the eardrum and cardiac arrest. The onlookers in the Wulin rushed to resist.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of sound and light bombing, the stubborn spirit of death finally dissipated.

The thunder stopped, the dark clouds over his head opened, and the sun shone again. Most of the whole area of the mass grave became clean and refreshing. Even the area that Lu Zhengkang was responsible for was purified a lot.

The Taoist wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then pressed his hair. I don't know if there is any secret. If he really pushed his hair back to the state of softness and fit, Kun Qing laughed with satisfaction and came to Lu Zhengkang and said "please".

The monk turned his lips and went to the grave.

To do a strange thing, people will always find similar experience from memory to sort out the solution, but this is really the direction that Lu Zhengkang has never been involved in. Of course, he can also read chaodujing, but it is useless to simply talk.

Then we have to start from the essence of the problem.

It's not the first time for Lu Zhengkang to see the existence of dead Qi. It's just that what he saw before was mixed up in the upper edge, which is very inconspicuous.

After personal contact with dead gas, he probably realized its stubborn and cold nature.

The dead Qi and the upper edge of the opposite attribute will cancel each other, and the thunder Qi is one of them.Strangely enough, there is no conflict between death and anger.

In addition, the mind can blend with the dead.

So for now, Lu Zhengkang has two solutions on hand.

One is to attract thunder like the Taoist, but it is also a strange skill.

The second is to absorb the dead Qi with one's own divine will.

As far as feasibility is concerned, the natural choice is the second one.

Lu Zhengkang gently raised his hand, and a white Epiphyllum suddenly appeared in his palm.

Everyone around was shocked.

Epiphyllum slightly rotating, petals between the faint rosy clouds flying.

It's soft and beautiful.

When Lu Zhengkang lifted his hand up, it was like releasing a butterfly.

Epiphyllum gently flew into the air.

Everyone's eyes are chasing it.

The dead air turns to form, and appears as blue gray smoke. The road rushes into the Epiphyllum like a long dragon, dyeing the white flowers into mysterious and elegant blue purple.

After a while, the dead breath was exhausted, and the Epiphyllum flew back to the palm of Lu Zhengkang's hand.

Petals wither, scattered like scattered birds, falling to the ground as ashes and dust.

At last, Lu Zhengkang only held a dark oval fruit in his hand. The epidermis is thick and tough, growing many facial lines, which is evil and beautiful.

Kunqing came over, "monk, little master, what's the secret?"

Lu Zhengkang's eyes glared at this cheeky ox nose. "Shenfutong, I want to learn. I'll teach you after shaving my hair and going back to practice with poor monk for a few years."

"Well, forget it, little bald ass is not very kind. He says that Buddhism has opened its convenient door widely..."

"How to count this game?"

"Of course, I won. If I hadn't summoned luolei first, you poor little bald donkey, could you absorb the dead spirit so easily?"

Lu Zhengkang was amused by his face, "since you say so, well, even if you win, talk about the third game."

Kun Qing's face became serious again. "Little monk Miaoji, Taoist priest, I recognize your professional level. In the third game, let's deal with a difficult matter hand in hand. How about that?"

"Let's hear what can embarrass our powerful Taoist kunqing." Lu Zhengkang said, if you don't want to be shameful, I have to satirize you.

This little skill is just a spring breeze for Kun Qing. He laughs, "you must have figured out that there will be a doomsday in the future. If you survive, you will be prosperous and rich. If you can't pass, you will die. As guests, we should always solve some small problems for others."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "that matter, indeed, if you don't come to me, the monk can solve it, but since you want to push it, let's finish it quickly."