Chapter 7: The imperial edict saw death and Kang Long regretted

Above the highway, the two Lu Zhao and the others fought each other to a white-hot state. Two ancient heritages of the same origin, but different categories competed between these two people with deep cultivation, and the scope had long exceeded the scope of ordinary earthly confrontation.

The two, one is an ancient god who comprehended the divine seal, and the other is a genius of the divine way in the Dharma-Ending Age. They both comprehended the divine existence and were infinitely close to the Heavenly Lord.

Although they only have the fourth level of the Earth God, the scene of the confrontation is not inferior to the battle between the Sky God.

This represents a true contest between two different beliefs.

So after the two of them realized the death battle in their hearts, their divinity began to compete face-to-face to see who explored the secret realm of the gods more profoundly.

The divine seals of both sides hit the opponent at the same time, and the battle situation suddenly came to a deadlock. Let's see who escaped from the other party's divine realm first.

Wu Ji's body was locked by the life lock and could not move. The shock in her heart was even more than before. It should be noted that she could not do her best with the peak of the earth god body. However, no matter how incomplete it is, it is not because a earth god that has not even condensed the divine seal can resist it.

But the facts were right in front of her, and she couldn't help but believe it.

At this moment, the only thing Wu Ji could do was to constantly bless the divine weight of the god of Forgetful Worry, and use her original source to kill Lu Zhao.

For Wu Ji, there is no way to do this.

Bound by the chains of the underworld, Lu Zhao's mental power was consumed at a terrifying speed. In just a few seconds, most of it went...

Lu Zhao knew in his heart that it was just an illusion, but as the gods blessed by Wu Ji became stronger and stronger, this illusion gradually became real, and the spiritual fluctuations stimulated gradually began to interfere with Lu Zhao's thoughts.

The secret legend of the Underworld is indeed well-deserved.

Lu Zhao roared wildly, but his consciousness slowed down more and more. He knew in his heart that his strength was being pulled out of his body and he couldn't hold on for long.

The more you struggle, the faster the energy passes.

"Is this death?"

Without any suspense, the power was reduced below the critical value, and Lu Zhao's spirit was instantly caught in a divine vortex.

"This ancient bridge is so long, with fog in front of it, and you can't see the end clearly..."

This ancient bridge was created by Wu Ji using the God of Forgetful Worry to create a magic weapon [Naihe Bridge] in the underworld, which wrapped around Lu Zhao's spirit, and then let Lu Zhao's consciousness be destroyed in this magic weapon. The original imprint of Lu Zhao died with the destruction of consciousness.

When he stepped onto the ancient bridge, Lu Zhao felt a little tired of every thought. Although he couldn't say he was exhausted, he also felt like he was carrying a heavy heart.

At the other end of the Naihe Bridge is eternal darkness and coldness, as if there is no end. Lu Zhao was controlled by the God of Forgetfulness and kept moving forward on the bridge deck, unable to feel the passage of time, as if he had walked millions of years, or as if it was an eternal moment. He had forgotten to think about the way back.

Loneliness, loneliness, without any emotional fluctuations, he paced alone, moving in one direction forever.

"A wise man can know that sin is empty and is calm and not terrified by life and death."

The great way left a trace of life at the death. In addition, the method of condensing the Naihe Bridge inherited by Wu Ji is not complete. At this moment, it is completely overprinted with the projection in the long river of history.

Since ancient times, many hardships have been achieved, but they cannot take shortcuts. In addition to having great perseverance and wisdom, they also need supreme luck. It is not enough to have inheritance alone.

Wu Ji obviously doesn't understand this principle. To some extent, she is just the manager of this Naihe Bridge.

He swallowed a hard saliva. Lu Zhao was so excited as he listened to the magical mantra. Although he did not understand this poem for the time being, he already felt that this should be his trick to escape from this bridge of Dharma.

This ancient saying, like a magic mantra, always echoed in Lu Zhao's ears. The sound of the mantra comes from the Dharma Realm, making it difficult to calm down.

He seemed to be lost on this ancient bridge of underworld, and his thinking seemed to have stopped, and it seemed to be in the midst of violent fluctuations and movements. He thought hard and asked whether his heart had no regrets.

This is Mengpo’s death tea at work!

As early as the moment he was bound by the God of Forgetful Worship, scenes that kept coming to Lu Zhao's eyes. At this moment, he stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, and these scenes suddenly magnified in front of him.

How do you feel when you die?

It was a feeling that language could not be modified. The mood seemed like a stagnant pool, calm without a trace of turmoil, but there were countless pictures in my mind playing quickly like a movie.

Scene after scene, moving in the order of the time when things happened, and even accompanying the picture, some feelings and emotions at that time were re-experienced.

Even small things like cutting a primary school girl’s braid will flash into my mind.

This second seems to have passed as long as a thousand years.

The spirit that Lu Zhao raised slightly was shattered again, and Lu Zhao felt a sense of exhaustion.

But the torture is obviously endless.

"Do you think that using the divine position can limit your parents' life span? It's impossible. If you want to get the laws of heaven and earth, you have to pay first. Your parents have not practiced at all. How could they reach the sky in one step?"

"When the day comes, the day when your parents' seal of the divine position is untied, it is the time when your parents are in danger. It depends on what you do."

"Do you regret it?"

“It’s too late!”

Such words floated in Lu Zhao's ears and his mind was buzzing. He could no longer feel the pain caused by the disorder of divine essence in his body, and he could not even feel the crazy dance of divine nature in his brain.

If there is anything else that is worth Lu Zhao’s nostalgia in this world, then it is only his relatives. But now, what the inner demon is talking about is his deep concerns.

But now, Lu Zhao no longer has the strength to argue because his strength is about to pass away.

Lu Zhao didn't know why the gods contained in Mengpo's death tea would affect his soul, but he understood that the death of divine illusion is equivalent to real death.

Perhaps in the next second, true death will come. When the energy of the body is exhausted and the bondage of the mysterious fetus loses its effectiveness, his soul will be divided by five crazy divine natures and schizophrenia, and it won't take long to become a madman.

But somehow, he, who should have been desperate, was extremely calm in his heart and his thinking was unprecedentedly smooth.

In the end, there was only one thing left in Lu Zhao's mind - regret.

"Ha, it turns out that when a person dies, he is not thinking about how many good things he has done in his life, but how many regrets he has done in his life."

In Lu Zhao's tone, he revealed helplessness, regret, and helplessness...

At this moment, Lu Zhao understood why his grandfather kept saying in his later years: Xiao Zhao, I am afraid of doing something wrong in my life. I have been ordinary in my life, but I have done two things wrong...

After throwing away the identity of the god, Lu Zhao thought about what he had used to. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't think of the answer.

At that time, Lu Zhao didn't understand his grandfather's regret and just thought that his grandfather could not get it, so he kept talking about it.

Now Lu Zhao truly realized that death was coming, and he resonated with his grandfather's emotions.

Regret came like a tide, and his helpless thoughts grew endlessly. It was not until this moment that Lu Zhao truly realized how ridiculous the strength he was proud of was. He was pursuing improvement in his strength during this period, just like a joke.

"Hahaha... It's so evil, I'll die..."

Lu Zhao seemed to be crazy, laughing wildly, tears kept flowing in his dark eyes.

By pursuing the demons in his heart, he thought his divine heart was already very firm, but in fact, his divine heart was as fragile as ceramics...

I regret it, but I can never go back.

When Lu Zhao was so overwhelmed by this invisible pressure, Lu Zhao longed for the love he had once, longed for the family to sit at the dining table and joked, Lu Zhao longed for some people to share some things for him.

Lu Zhao also needs someone to encourage himself on a great road.

"It's hard to buy regret medicine for a thousand gold?" Lu Zhao murmured.

Even the memory fragments that were torn at the beginning have returned now.

Everything was like a dream. Suddenly, such a ridiculous and almost ridiculous thought flashed in Lu Zhao's heart.

"When you have the ability to do it, don't do it; when you don't have the chance to do it again, you regret it, you are so!"

Humans are a kind of spiritually dependent creature. When human spirit is dying, a faint care can make death less terrible.

When a person dies, his whole life will be re-evaluated. This evaluation does not depend on whether you are rich or not, whether your status is prominent, but only on how much love and warmth you share with others in your life.

Thousands of words suddenly stuck in my heart, but I couldn't speak a word. Only endless sorrow surged into my eyes, and all the pain, regret, and grievances turned into tears, and they fell down my cheeks.

The sky on all sides was dark, and the outline of the clouds could not be seen, like a big, hollow mouth, cold and powerless.

"Ha ha……"

He obviously wanted to cry, but Lu Zhao was laughing, was he laughing at the wrong thing he had done before?

Finally, I consumed all the power in my spirit, accompanied by laughter, and began to get tired and exhausted, and began to run out of energy.

Even the divine nature and the three lamps of Fu Lu Shou became extremely difficult to ignite the three lamps of Fu Lu Shou in the Ni Wan.

Even Lu Zhao felt drowsy and wanted to fall down and not think about anything, do nothing, and have a good sleep.

So tired, so tired.

"If you die, die, die a hundred times! If you forget, you will relieve your worries!"

In a state of sadness, Lu Zhao felt a little relieved and said in a daze.

The secret of the Forget-Word God's Law is that it can make the person who is hit constantly feel guilty until the person who is hit finally feels that he should die, or simply make the person who is hit thinks he is dead.

If a person dies, he dies, and if his heart dies, he will forget. [Frankly, learn from the immortal rebellion]

Lu Zhao knew that when a monk began to feel dizzy and sleepy, it was a real danger, a sign that all consciousness was eliminated before death.

"A wise man can know that sin is empty and is calm and not terrified by life and death."

The magic spell of the murmur drum and morning bell rang again, but it did not come into my mind from Lu Zhao's ears, but it rang directly in my heart.

His mind, which had already been numb, beat again, and a bright light flashed before Lu Zhao's eyes.

Walking on the Naihe Bridge, his heart suddenly became clear. Lu Zhao vaguely grasped a trace of the veins of the earth that forgets worries. His originally withered state of mind suddenly grew rapidly. With his enlightenment of his own divine nature, he almost instantly met the requirement of concentrating his mind.

As an otaku, Lu Zhao never had the demeanor of "gods should have". Many times, he defined himself as a mortal, an ordinary mortal who could not be more ordinary.

He has everything God should have, but he cannot convince himself that he has become God.
To be continued...