"All beings are equal!"

Mo Luo put his palms together, spit lightly on the Buddha, his blood and qi rolled, and the so-called army collapsed at the touch of an instant, and he couldn't unite as one, and he collapsed at the touch of a thousand means of demonization.

In the thoughts, another self is born, and in each thought, a new self is born, and in an instant, infinite life is born between heaven and earth, and they fight each other in the twilight of life.

All the beings who cultivate the divine soul can't control their thoughts at this moment, and they can't control the demon born from their thoughts.

These distracting thoughts of the demon head were cast by the vast blood and qi of the demon luo, turned into a real existence, and killed their own main body.

Although they are the same person, they are already incompatible with each other's thoughts, and they are bound to fight for the strongest existence.

Since everyone is an equal being, why should you call the shots, not me?

There were no more words, only countless thoughts tumbling and fighting each other, hundreds of thousands of troops turned into a scene like Shura purgatory, and the entangled army bled into the wilderness and fertile land.

Streams of blood flowed down the earth, casting a blood-colored lotus platform together, and a beautiful young man stood on it, with a merciful face and ruthless hands.

"The devil can mess with my Dao heart."

Hong Xuanji shouted, the essence wolf smoke tore countless times, and the acupoints around his body reversed the refining of the blood and qi of the Demon Luo, and the fist intent was monstrous, condensing the momentum of Confucianism and Taoism, and the majestic avenue was completed in one go, directly shattering the boundless demon.

The body of a human immortal, the master of seven thunder tribulations.

The soul, the blood, the fusion of each other, the integration of law and martial arts, both in terms of power and speed, have gone to a higher level, this is the supreme way of the integration of law and martial arts.

Hong Xuanji waved his fists, and the dragon soul armor appeared all over his body, and an unprecedented brilliance erupted in his eyes, and the fierce light shot out, like two auroras, thousands of feet long, piercing the sky.

Streams of mighty pure yang qi swept across 108,000 miles, almost penetrating the Great Dry Land, and evaporating the entire sea of Moluo blood.

"The Wheel of Life and Death in the Heavens!"

In Hong Xuanji's body, among the 1,197 acupuncture points, there are ancestral dragons, the first dragons, and it is these two dragon-shaped true qi, as if heaven and earth are intertwined, pushing Hong Xuanji's body to the supreme realm of ever-changing.

The ever-changing supernatural power is infinitely close to shattering the vacuum.

Hong Xuanji is already enough to compete with the ancient god of war, so he wants to kill Mo Luo and truly create the style of the ancient holy emperor.

In the minds of every reader, the ancient era is the most beautiful era, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and the emperor is so wise that he wants the dynasty to restore the atmosphere of antiquity.

Hong Xuanji is an admirer and practitioner of this concept, cultivating the wheel of life and death in the heavens, and he is the king of the truth who governs the gods of heaven and earth.

"The devil is not the devil, the way is not the way, Hong Xuanji, you are the demon of the truth."

"The truth of decay is the devil."

has been persisted to the extreme, and the true intention of the equality of all beings can no longer shake Hong Xuanji.

For the current Hong Xuanji, even if the common people stand in front of him, he will be killed for his righteousness.

But

"The will is not the source of life of the organism, but its product, the manifestation of the result of life."

Since the equality of all beings is useless, it is the red of all beings.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

"When the blood comes out, I fall; Bloodflow, my life; When the bleeding stops, I die. ”

The vast sea of blood has turned into a blood-colored sword, bringing together all life, complex and filthy, vibrant, yet extremely poisonous.

Facing this long sword, Hong Xuanji felt great horror.

Even the thoughts of a thousand tempers must be melted, contain everything, and turn into a sea of blood, which is the great goodness in the moral scriptures, and the road of forgetfulness.

Great love, great kindness, great benevolence.

Oneiroi just glanced at it, and felt all kinds of incredible wonders.

Realm, feeling, modality, momentum. Moluo has reached the point of perfection, the great power of all living beings is in it, and the power of heaven and earth is in it.

"The top forgetful, the lowest is not lovely, the love is in my generation."

This sword came out, and even the luck of the son of Daqian on Hong Xuanji's body was cut off, because the luck of luck is nothing more than the favor of the world and the fortune of the race, and this sword has condensed the thoughts of all beings, enough to replace the sky with people.

"The heavens live and die, reincarnate and create, cross the other side, and the sea of suffering."

Hong Xuanji roared angrily and shook the sky, his fist moved, and suddenly millions of fist shadows smashed towards Mo Luo, and the power of each fist was equivalent to six full impacts of such beings as ghosts and immortals.

He wants to dominate the bitter sea, master life and death, force the other side, and create an immortal dynasty.

Powerful thoughts erupted from Hong Xuanji's boxing skills, and in the face of Mo Luo's Heavenly Providence Sword, Hong Xuanji did not retreat, but directly slaughtered it, with strong against strong, and fierce against fierce.

Kill everything, arrive at the lotus, Hong Xuanji's fist is monstrous, surrounded by true qi, and when he reaches the top of his body, he will kill Moluo.

"Moko is immeasurable!"

A simple palm, without any superfluous skills, not even skills need to be used, just a force, a simple force, the power of sentient beings.

"All dharmas have no self, no one, no sentient beings, and no longevity."

Under the palm, he was covered in blood, and Hong Xuanji only felt that the acupoints in his whole body were exploding and exploding.

The continuation of ideas is the key to the survival of the will, and the causal connection of all things in the world is only form and state, which will be broken one day, but there are two things that have nothing to do with cause and effect, that is, matter and natural forces, which are the premise of all change.

The so-called easy way should also be built on the basis of material and life.

Mo Luo did not harm Hong Xuanji, and directly cut off the connection and cause and effect between Hong Xuanji and all things in the world, and everything that belonged to Hong Xuanji was being erased in the fate of the human race.

Moro ignores life and death, because life and death do not change the nature of Moro.

"The individual is the splash of water, and only in the mighty river can color be born."

"All dharmas are empty, and the bodhisattva dharma is also empty, so there is no dharma to be named a bodhisattva."

Everything in Hong Xuanji is disappearing, everything in his memory, his connection with the whole world, and everyone in this world, is now closed by Mo Luo.

What is a person who has never entered human society, who has never communicated with others, who has never learned knowledge, who has deprived him of all social attributes except the natural attribute of man?

Terrible!

Hong Yi trembled, his dream was to become a saint, but a saint saint is a saint among people, but now Mo Luo is depriving him of everything that is humane.

At this moment, on the continent where the entire world is warped like a bowl, a huge red lotus is in the center and is about to bloom.

The feeling of almost ascending to heaven yesterday, all kinds of illnesses came up together, and I lay down from Saturday night until this morning.

(End of chapter)