Chapter 13: The tip of the iceberg [1]

The Death Seal is coming again, which makes Zhuang Buque feel very frustrated. In the past three days, he has foreseen more than 30 ways of death, and it is a blessing that he has not had a mental breakdown.

He is an only son. He is a wealthy family, but he does not have the habit of a rich young man. Instead, he likes to act low-key, except racing.

After coming to this world for more than twenty years, although I have not done many good deeds, I have not done any evil intentionally. It is considered to be a mean, but why will misfortune come? What is even more hateful is why God wants him to see his misfortune?

You should know that not everyone in this world hopes to predict the future.

After experiencing more than thirty deaths in this immersive way, Zhuang Buque firmly believed that instant death in his body was much better than endless mental torture.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. It does not mean that Zhuang Buque would rather die to escape this nightmarish life, but that as long as he has one in ten thousand chances, he is willing to spend a hundred times more effort to seek that glimmer of life.

He sent people to wait at this position to observe the changes in the sky, in order to wait for the appearance of Lu Zhao and the appearance of the mysterious gate.

In his opinion, Lu Zhao was sure to be an amazing master who could fight the old witch for so long, and he might be able to remove the spell on him.

Time retreated back to three days ago, the afternoon when Lu Zhao disappeared from the earth.

"That boy's belief in the earth has obviously not collapsed, but he has not died yet, but why hasn't he come out yet?" Wu Ji was abnormally concerned about Lu Zhao's life and death.

Generally speaking, if a god dies, his faith will inevitably collapse. There is no doubt that, so when Wu Ji realized that the incense stained with Lu Zhao's aura still existed, she immediately reacted that Lu Zhao was not dead.

"That's right, based on that boy's understanding of Tao, he could easily open a mansion and be promoted to a spiritual official from the ninth rank, but he has not yet come out. Could it be that he knows that I'm waiting for him outside, so he doesn't show up?"

"But this doesn't make sense. If he had condensed the divine seal or even opened up a mansion, he could stand on the same level as me, and there was no need to be afraid of me."

"Besides, I have already shown goodwill to him. As long as he can send me back to the underworld, I don't have to fight with him!"

Wu Ji's short words revealed the concept of herself as the center, as if the whole world was about to revolve around her, so she subjectively forgot that she had forced Lu Zhao into the state of death.

She didn't think about it. The God of Forget-Word directly acted on the soul, making people feel illusion that the heart was dead. The god's heart often pretended to be the most precious thing, the most secret thing of a god. She rashly imposed a terrible experience on Lu Zhao's heart. With this alone, it was impossible for Lu Zhao to reconcile with her.

Of course, if there are sufficient interests and reconciliation, it is still possible to consider it. After all, Lu Zhao did not lose anything substantial.

But this reconciliation will never be unilaterally based on Wu Ji's subjective initiative. Since it is a peace talk, the status of both parties should be flat.

"If he receives my message, whether he agrees or not, he should send a reply. How can this be done?" Wu Ji murmured for a moment, and her expression regains a coldness.

"Hey, a mortal below discovered my existence. Do you still want to be a fisherman? When both of me and that boy were injured, they would get a bargain? Humph, such a person is the most hateful." Wu Ji's expression was slightly surprised, and he charged Zhuang Buqueqiang with a charge.

"Huh? It's the breath of my Meng Po lineage's death seal. Look at the iron box beside him, it should be one of the previous teenagers. Humph, this mortal is bold. I lifted his death seal before. Not only did he not escape, he had the courage to peek here. Since there is no way to hell, you have to break through, then I can't blame me." Wu Ji snorted coldly.

A black talisman suddenly came out and fell into Zhuang Buque's heart.

After that, Wu Ji disappeared silently. The dark clouds with slowing down time flow in the sky slowly dissipated. The timeline moved and returned to its original trajectory. White clouds floated by and the wind blew.

Zhuang Buque suddenly woke up at this moment. There was still a hint of aggrievance, a hint of unwillingness, a hint of shock in the depths of his pupils.

He felt like a mirror in his heart, and he knew everything and couldn't help but hate himself.

If he hadn't wanted to peek at the fight between gods and immortals because of his whim, he wouldn't have suffered such unintentional disasters.

But things have happened, and regret has no effect. The most urgent task now should be to lift the evil seal on the body.

...

After Lu Zhao's consciousness came from that fragment of fate, the black soil seemed to have a feeling, and gradually rose up in the air.

Rumble!

The loud noises were limited to the land circled by the shield, and the entire black soil rose into the air.

"Well, is this going to pull the house and ascend to the sky? Get out of this secret realm?"

No, to be precise, it is not ascendance, but the process of black soil peeling off from the secret land.

But even if it is stripped, the feeling of weightlessness caused by the transformation of space makes Lu Zhao feel like he is rising. This feeling is not unfamiliar with him. As a mortal, when he was a mortal, the feeling brought by taking off when he was on a plane was similar.

There are too many questions, no one teaches him at all, and the only teacher is sleeping. In the near future, it will slowly dissipate and return to its original nature.

With his situation like this, how could he know the secret realm of all things, black soil, clouds and sky...

I don’t know, so I don’t know what obstacles there are, so I have to be more careful, after all, there is no big mistake to be careful.

The more you rise, the more pressure the outside world puts on Lu Zhao, and you really feel relieved.

The body is relaxed, and the depression in my heart is also cast to a certain extent.

Recalling the fateful trajectory that Lin Ziqing saw just now, Lu Zhao couldn't help but look complicated and implicitly regretful, but his expression was slightly relaxed, looking from the perspective of the Dharma eye.

"It seems that it is an unwise move for me to enter the fragments of fate. The long river of fate runs through the past and present. These fragments contain more than just the memories of the host. This time, Lu Zhao was lucky. He met a orderly god of the Heavenly Mansion. If he met a god like Wu Ji and Ming Crow with a bad mind, he would probably be deeply trapped in it and could not extricate himself."

In the void, Lu Zhao was in the black soil, and the scene outside the light curtain was constantly changing. The desolate scene outside the black soil was no longer there, and was replaced by the impression of bliss surrounded by auspicious clouds.

Clusters of silver, gold, red... are floating in the world outside the shield. From a distance, there are millions of them, densely packed. Countless blue birds, phoenixes, and peacocks flapping their wings, flying between the clouds and the sky.

In the gaps between the clouds, there are white air flowing everywhere, thousands of miles apart, small like fists, and most of them are like vortexes, each running, but they are connected to each other, vaguely showing the creation of the great way, which is very mysterious.
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