Chapter 121: Death, Epiphany, Game 3

If you observe the flow of the upper edge of this place with the eyes of the sky, you will find many miscellaneous qi, in addition to the white qi that represents vitality, and the blue qi that represents the ghost of death.
　　 These very beautiful breaths are as slender as leaf veins, intertwined into a crystalline net. It exists silently, like a tenacious statue, against time, without fluctuations.
　　 These are all within the normal category, and are natural products of the movement of heaven.
Lu Zhengkang lightly touched these dead auras, feeling stagnant and dignified, and there was a scene of evil spirits devouring people, and ear-piercing wailing sounded in his ears. It was the spirit of the dead remaining in the dead aura that launched a counterattack. Will be hurt.
Many ghost stories on the market mention the horrible sights that pedestrians see when they pass the graves and ghost houses at night, but they are not groundless. They are not deifying the fear of death, but indeed some more intelligent people can sense death. Malice in the air.
　　 What if these dead spirits gather?
　　 Lu Zhengkang turned his mind around time and saw a certain possibility in the distant future.
　　 The quiet blue death air is dense as clouds, arousing changes in the heavens and the earth. A cloud of purple gold appears on the sky, opposing the death air, opposing each other, one yin and one yang, moving and static.
The dead Qi accumulates and thickens until it begins to shrink inward, forming a black sphere, and it begins to rise. The surrounding upper edge floods into the vacancy, causing the ground to sink. The purple and golden clouds in the sky are attracted to sink, and the two intersect, causing thunder. .
　　 a radius of a hundred miles, it is scorched earth.
　　 The mass grave in situ has been replaced by a long and narrow pit, like a wound created by heaven and earth to cut the abscess.
　　 Lu Zhengkang couldn't help thinking.
　　 Is this world alive?
　　 Does the universe operate according to the rules set in advance?
　　 What is the position of people in heaven and earth?
　　 Why does the dead affect the changes of heaven and earth?
　　 If a universe is alive and conscious, it should make people tremble and fear, and what a yearning thing!
　　Lu Zhengkang was wandering here, Kun Qing walked over, "The monk comes first, or the Taoist priest?"
　　 "You go first."
　　 "Each half of the time, just take that tomb bag as the boundary, the east belongs to me, and the west belongs to you."
　　 "Yes."
　　 Kunqing took out a cyan jade token from his arms, held it in his hands, stepped on the burial ground, and chanted "Lingbao Immeasurable People's Supreme Grade Miaojing".
　　 A group of dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, which was very obvious on a clear winter day.
　　 A few viewers watched and laughed.
　　 "Heaven and earth cardinals, five thunders are the law!"
　　 Kunqing pulled out the iron sword on his back and pointed towards the sky.
　　The dense electric light rolled hurriedly in the dark clouds, like a blazing purple lotus.
　　 Kunqing shouted three times.
　　 "Thunder come!"
　　 "Thunder come!"
　　 "Thunder come!"
　　Woo
　　 Suddenly there was a muffled noise from the sky and the earth, like a giant's breath, breath piercing through the Changhong.
　　 Boom! !
　　 The next moment, the thunder fell from the sky!
　　 In the dazzling light, Taoist Kunqing is like a tall and tall dark night mountain, tall and handsome.
　　 The lightning is like a flying snake, falling into the veins of dead energy, jumping around.
　　 People are like standing in the world of aurora, surrounded by golden light like golden light. Fortunately, no one is targeted by electric light, and there is no accident.
　　 The air was burnt with a pungent smell by the high temperature, and everyone's hair began to float, except for Lu Zhengkang's bald head.
　　 The little bald donkey smiled and looked at these men in scarfs and crowns. Their hair was constantly overflowing from both sides of their headscarves. There was really nowhere to put static electricity.
　　 There was a loud bang after another, causing severe pain in the eardrums of the people, and the heart stopped beating. Those martial arts people who watched the excitement hurriedly resisted.
　　 After nearly a quarter of an hour of sound and light bombardment, the stubborn lifelessness finally dissipated.
　　 The thunder stopped, the dark clouds above his head melted away, and the sun shone again. Most areas of the mass graves became clean and refreshing. Even the area that Lu Zhengkang was responsible for was purified a lot.
The Taoist priest wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then pressed the frizzy hair. I don’t know if there is any secret. He really pressed the hair back to a soft and fit state. Kun Qing smiled with satisfaction and walked over to Lu Zhengkang. Gave a "please".
　　 The monk pouted his lips and walked to the grave.
To do something unfamiliar, people will always find similar experiences from memory to sort out their ideas, but this is indeed a direction that Lu Zhengkang has never involved. Of course, he can also read the Chronicles, but simply speaking is not use.
　　 Then only start with the essence of the problem.
　　 The existence of lifeless Lu Zhengkang is not the first time I have seen him, but what I have seen before is mixed in the upper edge, which is very inconspicuous.
　　 After personally contacting death breath, he probably realized its stubborn and cold nature.
　　 Death Qi will cancel each other out with the upper edge of the opposing attribute, and thunder Qi is one of them.
　　 It is strange that death and anger do not conflict.
　　 In addition, spiritual ideas can blend with death.
　　 So for now, Lu Zhengkang has two solutions at hand.
　　 One is naturally to attract the thunder like the Taoist priest, but this is also a relatively unfamiliar technique.
　　 The second is to absorb death with one's own mind.
　　 In terms of feasibility, naturally choose the second one.
　　 Lu Zhengkang gently raised his hand, and a white mist suddenly appeared in his palm.
　　 Everyone around was shocked.
　　 The evening flower rotates slightly, and there is a faint pink cloud flying between the petals.
　　 to soft and beautiful.
　　 Lu Zhengkang put his hand up, as if releasing a butterfly.
　　Emperor Flower flew gently into the air.
　　 Everyone's eyes chased it.
　　Dead gas forms, appearing as blue-gray smoke, flowing into the evening flowers like a long dragon, dyeing the white flowers into mysterious and elegant blue-purple.
　　 After a short while, I took my breath away, and the epiphany flew back to Lu Zhengkang's palm.
　　 The petals withered, scattered like flying birds, scattered as ashes and dust when they hit the ground.
　　 Finally, Lu Zhengkang only held a dark oval fruit in his hand. The epidermis is rough and tough, and there are many facial wrinkles, which is evil and beautiful.
　　 Kunqing, come over~EbookFREE.me~ Monk, little master, what is this secret method? "
　　 Lu Zhengkang glanced at this cheeky bull nose, "Sound enough, I want to learn, shave my hair and go back to practice with the poor monk for a few years and teach you."
　　 "Uh, forget it, the little bald donkey is uneasy and kind, so why does the Buddhist school open its doors for convenience..."
　　 "How do you count this round?"
　　 "Of course I won. If I hadn't summoned the Thunder first, could your little bald donkey, who is not good at learning skills, absorb these dead breaths so easily?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang was amused by his arrogant cheeks, "Since you said that, well, even if you win, let's talk about the third game."
　　 Kunqing's smiling face became serious again, "Little Monk, Taoist priest, I recognize your professionalism. In this third game, let's work together to deal with a difficult task, how about?"
　　 "Let’s listen, what can embarrass our magical Taoist Kunqing." Lu Zhengkang said in a weird manner, you shamelessly, I have to satirize you.
This little trick is like a spring breeze for Kun Qing, he laughed, "Presumably you also figured out the future of Quanfu, if you survive, you will be rich and prosperous. Stay, we, as guests, eat people, and use people, we should always solve some small troubles for them, right?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded, "That matter, indeed, if you don't come to me, the monk can also solve it, but since you want to push, let's end it quickly."
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