Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Horse Sacrifice

On the bank of the holy lake, there is a mandala formation in the fetus. An invisible wind blows on the snow field, as fierce as a hellish wind that blows everything apart, intending to uproot this snow field and destroy it into an empty kalpa. Sonamka had a serious expression on his face, and his hands intertwined in a daze, forming a series of seals. Vajra crouching demon seal, Molizhitian flame seal, Great Sun Tathagata seal... The light suddenly appeared from the edge of his palm, and gathered on the magic weapon layer by layer. Suddenly, a series of vigorous lights burst out from the magic weapon , Under the cover of Sansheng image!

The light staggered and shone out from the eight instruments, and immediately a huge eight-petal flower bloomed on the snow field, with a magnificent spirit, it swallowed the figure of the image of Sansheng in an instant. The face of Sansheng Image changed color in horror, their minds were hit hard, and the mysterious connection with Digana was cut off abruptly at the moment when the Taizang Mandala Formation was formed, and at the same time, a huge Enough to change the world, the power erupted violently from the eight artifacts, smashing down on them brazenly. Their figures couldn't help being messy!

The Taizang Mandala Formation and the Vajra Mandala Formation presided over by Ji Yunshang back then are twins of the same root, and they have inherited the most mysterious and solemn power in the universe. However, although the Taizang Mandala Formation is powerful, it is the first time for these eight people to join forces.At the moment when the formation was formed, Di Jia's will had imprinted the method of breaking the formation in the mind of Sansheng Image! The spirit in Sansheng Image's eyes suddenly grew, and the seal on his hand suddenly changed, and his figure quickly moved closer to the center.

With a stern sound, the blue, purple and red halos opened, enveloping the three of them.The light and shadow were indistinct, so that the three people's eyebrows and hair all changed color, and their faces were extremely fierce. The three of them opened their six arms and formed secret seals. It looked like a demon god practicing magic, and Shura was angry! The three-color halos attract each other, bringing the bodies of the three people together towards the center, only to hear the continuous crackling, the three halos are like fireworks splashing randomly, and instantly converge into a huge circle of light.In the light building, the three of them leaned on each other shoulder to shoulder, each facing one side, forming a tripod.One of them put his hands together in front of his chest, and a cloud of circulating blood formed in the palm of his hand.

Everyone felt the ground under their feet tremble suddenly, and then there was no sound.The gust of wind howled, and it seemed that even the air was attracted by an invisible force, continuously gathering towards the blood shadow in the palm of the hand.The snowflakes that had already landed were pulled up from the ground, circling, hitting the light ball in the man's hand, and being sucked into it.The three people's figures are staggered, separated and joined together, the seals in their hands can't change, but they are getting faster and faster, it looks like thousands of hands and thousands of eyes.

Sonamka's heart sank. The Dafa of Three Lives Image duplicates the power of one person into three. According to the legend, there is also a skill of combining together. Once used, the power will be increased by more than three times. Can this tripled power be able to withstand their barely functioning fetuses? Tibetan mandala array? I only felt that the light around me dimmed slightly, and the air in the whole snow field seemed to be emptied for a moment, and eight golden lights appeared from the core of the Taizang Mandala Formation, rushing towards the blood shadow in the hand of Sansheng Image.

There was a loud bang, the falling snow danced wildly like a mad dragon, the vast blue sky, and the thousands of miles of snowfield all wailed in pain amidst the violent tremors! For a moment, the world was chaotic, and the image of the three lives, the great virtues, and the mandala formation of the fetus could no longer be distinguished... I saw countless red snowflakes dancing in the air, almost filling the entire snowfield! After an unknown amount of time, the dancing snow gradually dispersed. The great masters who presided over the four directions of the Taizang Mandala Formation, southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest, seemed to have been injured by this violent counterattack, and fell into the crimson snowflakes.Although Bai Mo, Sonam Gyatso, Dan Zhen, and An Da looked uninjured, they couldn't help panting slightly.

The image of Sansheng stood side by side in the fetal Tibetan mandala formation, with a mocking sneer on his face. The hearts of Sonamka and the others sank - not only did the impact just now not cause a single scar on their bodies, it didn't even leave a little tiredness!Could it be that they are really not made of flesh and blood, but just the differentiation of gods, demons, and primordial spirits, never getting tired? Could it be that the legendary Taizang Mandala Formation, which is powerful enough to change the world, can only force them to combine with one attack? The warm blood in the whole body of all the great virtues seemed to have turned cold.

The man in gray at the head seemed to see what they were thinking, and said with a sneer: "The fetal Tibetan mandala formation requires eight magic tools and eight people who are predestined. The so-called predestined relationship means that the person's martial arts or blessings must be enough to operate." The magic weapon in your hand. Even if one person is a little weaker, the Taizang Mandala Formation cannot really work, and there are at least four of you who cannot cooperate with the magic weapon. These mobs are useless except to drag down the power of the Mandala Formation .”

Sonam Gya, the woman in white, and Master Baimo were all silent for a while.They don't know these words, but in a short while, where can they find the other four people who can use magic weapons? Another gray-clothed man looked at them, and said contemptuously: "With such a meager skill, how dare you preside over the mandala formation without authorization, and dare to fight against Master Bo Xun?" The other person's eyes swept across the faces of the great virtues, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why don't we show them the real power of the Taizang Mandala Formation!"

As soon as the words fell, their figures also burst out at this moment! They pounced on three of them! Indeed, as mentioned in the images of the Three Lives, Suonanga Cuo, the woman in white, Master Baimo, and Ida are all predestined people, but they can only manage to control the four main instruments, while the other four The defensive power of the weapon is much weaker, and the image of the three lives is taken from the third of the four magic weapons! As long as the magic weapon is in hand, you can use the Taizang Mandala Array against the Taizang Mandala Array, at least you can remain undefeated.This is the breaking method instructed by Dijia. And this is the only way to break it! Sonamka's face changed color in horror, but he had no choice but to forcibly activate the magic weapon to make the mandala circle work for the second time! But the image of the three lives carries the power of Tiga, how can it be a mortal body?Seeing their stature soaring, three gray palms have already pressed on the three magic weapons. The light that had just formed in the mandala array was suddenly dimmed, and in the evil laughter of the image of three lives, it split into two groups abruptly. With the wave of the image of three lives, the light controlled by them burst out of the air , and the four of them rushed over to Sonamka wrongly. This blow was deep and vast, undoubtedly a fatal blow! Sonamka Cuo, the woman in white, An Dahan, and Baimo all saw this blow, but their strength was all entangled in the four magic tools, and they still had to bear the backlash of the magic circle. , they can only watch the light stab down! There is nothing they can do! The two rays of light are like two flood dragons, intertwined in an instant. Sonamka seemed to hear the sound of his own body being cut. Suddenly, a cold and boundless power rose from the void, separating the converging rays of light! Sonamja Cuo opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a lavender figure hanging in the void on the edge of the mandala formation under the light reflected by the snow-capped mountains.The wide sleeves hanging down to the ground fluttered in the cold wind, like a huge butterfly, two autumn moon-like light and shadows slowly emerged from his body, controlling the two rays of light formed by the mandala formation in his palm. Through the colorful purple shadow and his flying belt, everyone can see the appearance of the visitor in a trance. He still looks very young, and his appearance is extremely beautiful, so beautiful that he is not like a mortal.However, no one dared to ignore his strength and majesty because of the calm smile on his face. There is no such gentle, compassionate, profound, broad and boundless smile in the world anymore. In an instant, a holy faith suddenly arose in Sonam Gyatso. ——He seemed to see the Buddha. This power, this smile, is as if the Buddha suddenly appeared on this vast snowy field to save his most devout believers.Sonam Kya suddenly felt an urge to worship. The image of Sansheng let out a sharp and short whistling sound, and with all its strength, it attacked the purple-clothed boy! They have keenly discovered that the biggest obstacle in front of them is not Sonamka's fault, but this purple-clothed boy!So they immediately delivered the most violent blow! The three gray shadows danced quickly, and merged into one in an instant. The gray shadows were heavier, like wings hanging from the sky, rolling towards the purple-clothed boy. "Young master!" A woman in kimono who was following him screamed, trying to rush over to resist, but the sleeves of the purple-clothed boy danced lightly, blocking her back. These two people are Xiaoyan and Qianli Zishi. After many hardships, they finally came to this snowy mountain. When entering Tibet, Xiaoyan broke up with Yang Yizhi, and took the Thousand-Li Zishi to search for the Leshenglun Palace on the vast snowfield.He originally wanted to find the last chance here, using the blood of another blue bird to break the curse on his body.However, just after he got the news of Leshenglun Palace, he accidentally stepped into this fetal Tibetan mandala formation. He raised his head with a helpless smile on his face. Why is there so much killing in the world?And why does he have to be in this killing every time. He sighed, and his sleeves summoned him slowly, a large group of purple butterflies seemed to have received an invisible call, and they scurry out, turning into a cloud of purple clouds, wrapping the last magic weapon layer by layer, and holding it reverently in front of him. A vajra bell with a faint blue light trembled slightly in the void, like a teardrop shed by a god or Buddha for all living beings. Xiaoyan took the bell and greeted the gray shadow. The purple light flourished and turned into a purple long rainbow, which rolled out of the sky. At the same time, Sonamka's four people's hearts moved in unison, and they all held the Dharma seal in their hands, and flew the four Dharma artifacts in their hands towards the image of Sansheng. With Xiaoyan's help, this is really the best time to kill the three of them! In a trance, as if there was a divine will, in the scattered gray shadows, these eight magic weapons struck together at the same time! All the powers of Nether Island's secret art, the secret technique of three lives, and the seal of Tibetan border burst out at this point of collision, forming a huge impulse, and burst out in anger! The faces of the eight people all changed color, and they wanted to let go at the same time, but they were shocked to find that their hands were firmly stuck to the magic weapon, and they could no longer move an inch.And their internal energy rushed to the magic weapon quickly. The burst of light became stronger and stronger, engulfing them, turning into a huge circle of light, covering the eight people, and then the light slowly opened up, turning into a mandala flower with eight petals stretched out, growing stronger and wider. The bigger it is, it blooms beside the holy lake. Eight masters who are good enough to handle magic weapons finally gathered in Wuxin! This mysterious fetal Tibetan mandala formation finally took shape under the impact of a huge force! A fear that seemed to shake the sky and the earth was born, and it resounded like a poisonous dragon, rising into the sky, and then turned into a vast coercion that filled the sky, sweeping towards the eight people.From each ray of light, a cluster of sharp lights rose, gathered into one, and suddenly turned into a demon pestle, screaming and stabbing down at the eight people! This is the blow to destroy the world! Even Sansheng Image, who was so fierce and mad, couldn't help but change his face in horror, and screamed in horror.With a flash of purple shadow, Xiao Yan soared into the sky, and butterfly shadows flew all over the sky, and greeted the subduing magic pestle. His compassion made him unable to bear anyone being killed. The moment he touched the Subduing Demon Pestle, the light suddenly exploded, engulfing his purple figure. Prosperous times, reincarnation, the remnants of memories quietly blooming under the brush of time, Xiaoyan suddenly found himself like a traveler in time, his mind was like this holy lake, suddenly carrying all the memories of the world... The womb mandala array, the main body, the main reincarnation, the land of mustard seeds, contains the time of thousands of lives.It is said that this formation can allow the people in the formation to enter the reincarnation of the third life, and once the person who enters the formation is confused by the illusion of reincarnation, all gods and bodies will be destroyed, and it will never be possible to escape. Could it be that all this is the beginning of reincarnation? One day, the autumn wind invaded the fragrant grass, and several rows of green herons watched the setting sun. Under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, the holy lake of the sun melts gold and turns purple, and even the feet of the clouds floating on the water are also dyed with a layer of colorful flowers, changing and changing. On the shore of the holy lake, there is an extremely regular arc, and a blue natural stone bridge extends from the shore to the center of the lake. The stone bridge is not very wide and can accommodate two horses at most, but it is astonishingly long. Like a slightly raised rainbow, it almost traverses half of the lake. At the end of the stone bridge is a thick iron pillar with no decoration on it, standing alone towards the sky, more than ten feet high. Acacia stands quietly by the pillar.At some point, she changed into a floor-length white dress, with her long hair hanging down to her waist.Her hairline and hairline are covered with white flowers, which are dyed golden in the evening photos. When the evening wind blows, the skirt moves slightly, which is really holy and incomparable. However, her body was firmly bound to the iron pillar by an extremely thick iron cable.The whole body of the iron chain was red, like a big red python, wrapping around her slender body, making people feel extremely disharmonious, but there was a faint beauty of cruelty. Acacia stared at the lake waves with both eyes, the fear of coming has gradually dissipated in the twilight, leaving only the faint shadow of the setting sun on her face. Not far away, the sunset is rushing, and the reflection of the peak on the lake is like a huge hibiscus, trembling slightly in the breeze.And across the stone bridge, on the shore of the lake facing the iron pillars, at some point, a huge platform has been built with colored stones. Just now the stable boy was dressed in red and knelt down in the middle of the high platform.He held a drum in one hand and a bell in the other, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked up at the sun with a solemn and awe-inspiring expression. With a soft "wow" sound, a gust of wind blew across the grass, and Di Jia led the silver sandalwood horse and walked slowly towards the shore. He changed into a long robe, white clothes like snow, slightly curly blue hair flying in the wind, and the huge bow on his back was shining brightly, revealing a solemn killing intent, it seemed that the whole person was shrouded in a dazzling halo Underneath, even the heavy night that was falling all around, retreated for it. Or, he is the origin of the brilliance in the world, and wherever he goes, even the world and everything will be awed and subdued under his feet. When he came to the center of the grassland, the brilliant sun also dimmed, and the surroundings were completely silent, not even the grass insects and herons. The Tanhua horse neighed towards the east suddenly. The thunderous sound of horseshoes sounded again, it seemed to be very far away, but also very close, it seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be nowhere.In an instant, countless white horses rose from the ground as if in the sky, gushing out from the horizons on the north, south, and west sides, converging towards the center of the grassland like a tide. With the sound of hoofbeats, the ground seemed to be frightened and trembled.And the blue herons and birds on the grass were all startled, and amidst the fluttering sound, a burst of colorful flowers bloomed in the sky full of sunset clouds. Di Jia still stood where he was, with a calm expression on his face, as if everything was under his control.And the Tanhua horse beside him was still neighing, as if calling for thousands of similar horses. And the stable boy on the high platform was still kneeling with his eyes closed, his red lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting a mysterious spell.Although his voice is extremely low, it can give people a feeling: every word of this spell is calling for the coming of the dark night.Even the sun, moon and stars will fall for it. Countless horses were like three white torrents, covering the green grass in an instant. At the moment when the three divine horses were about to touch the foothold of Shen Jia, he suddenly jumped up and got on the back of the Tanhua horse. At that moment, his bowed figure was extremely clear, so thick that it seemed that even the setting sun was only the background.And the Brahma singing of the heavens gently opened its voice at the end of the long white clouds. "Ugh—" There was a very light sound, which seemed to come from the depths of the clouds, and also seemed to come from the center of the earth. Shiva's arrow, which once pierced through the three cities of Asura King, turned into the first meteor in the evening and flew out from the bowstring.The golden arrow drew a high arc above the heads of the horses, and it has been submerged into the distant sky, and never landed again, as if it has merged into the deep twilight. Then came the second arrow, and the third arrow. The horses on the north, south and west sides suddenly roared in unison, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.It's like a great river flowing back and forth, surging endlessly.For a moment, the sky was filled with dust, and the sound of hooves shook the ground. The sound was extremely frightening. Even though Acacia is far away, she can't help but change color slightly. However, in just an instant, these ten thousand horses disappeared into the clouds and mist when they came, without any trace.The dust rising up behind him is also slowly subsiding.The slanting light was delayed, it seemed that everything just now was just an illusion, with the help of the magic spell of the secret demon, it appeared in the eyes. The earth was silent again. Xuefeng was speechless, the holy lake was slightly wrinkled, and it seemed that even the sound of flying dust falling to the ground could be clearly heard. Holding a huge bow, Di Jia sat on a sandalwood horse, with a huge shadow behind him, which seemed to cover the whole earth.The sky seems to be tilted here, and the stars are also gathered here. People can't help but think, the center of the world is not under his feet, but where is it? Suddenly, an extremely high-pitched song was thrown from the ground into the sky.The voice couldn't be called pleasant, but it couldn't be thinner, and couldn't be louder. It sounded like an inexplicable chill. Then, there was a sound of drumming, and Xiangsi looked back in surprise. On the high colored stone platform, the horse boy in red had slowly stood up. Holding the drum in his left hand and the golden bell in his right hand, he bowed to the sky and the ground, then turned to Tiga, and said softly, "Great God, please allow me to dance Tandalore instead of you." Tantalus dance, which is Shiva's dance of death.It is a model of all beauty and art in the world, but no one will ever be able to see the dance of God.Because once Shiva dances, it will bring about the destruction of the world. Today, the person who dances this dance is not the God of Destroyer, but the stable boy who is like a mechanism. Therefore, the meaning of this dance is not to destroy the entire world, but only to destroy the demons and obsessions in one's heart . This person is Acacia. An inexplicable fear suddenly surged in Xiangsi's heart. She struggled for the first time, and the red chain collided with the iron pillar with a crisp sound: "Stop!" Di Jia glanced at Xiangsi, but ignored her, and said to Ma Tong: "Start." The stable boy knelt down deeply, and then carefully bit off his two wrists. The moment the blood gushed out, the stable boy's body suddenly spun rapidly. The singing is loud, the horse boy's dancing posture is getting faster and faster, and the fiery red sleeves are flying up and down, making people dizzy. It seems that he has exhausted all the colors and changes in his sleeves.And his footsteps are heavy, every step seems to be stepping on the most beautiful beat between heaven and earth, every step makes all the life in the world tremble deeply. Acacia instantly quieted down.This kind of music and dancing poses indeed have the power of a secret demon, which can make people give up all the troubles of the world, and sleep eternally in this snow-capped holy lake. The bells are melodious and the drums are loud. The horse boy did not know how many times he danced, as if he had been a never-ending dancer since the creation of the world.The blood on his wrist whirled like a blooming rainbow.One after another, two extremely coquettish blood flowers were spilled, and it seemed that he would dance until the blood turned into mud before he stepped on the stopped note and fell on the altar. His ruddy face gradually paled, and his thin body looked like a child, but it seemed that because of this dance, he was suddenly as sacred and arrogant as a god, not to be looked at.It seems that it is his dance, the movement of the sun and the moon, the changing of the seasons, the change of the world, the rise and fall of people... Acacia stared at him blankly, for a moment, it seemed that all the memories in her heart were opened up, coming one after another without a clue. However, the horse boy's dance gradually slowed down and became seductive and seductive. His waist was greatly bent, and the gorgeous red clothes trembled on his white body. Every gesture of hand and every throw of foot hints at her complicated karma in her previous life. Thousands of years ago, the wedding night of Pavanti and Shiva. She was lying on the ice field, and through the flying hair in front of her eyes, she could see the towering snow-capped peaks behind her. Perhaps Pavanti didn't really think that this great wise man who lives alone among the snow peaks, thinking about the movement of the universe and the misery of human beings; Her love, sinking with her in earthly joys. He is truly an immortal god.All heavens and dharma circles are running under his gaze.Cultivate love and not cultivate birth.Maybe this is just a part of his eternal practice.However, this is enough for Pavanti. She also did not expect that on her wedding night, the god in charge of sexual power would give her a whole year of carnival. He was originally the giver of this kind of carnival in the world. For thousands of years, on the top of the snow peak, he watched the children of the world go crazy for it.Finally, there came a day when he also indulged his own body and sank with the woman he loved. A whole year. She no longer remembers all the postures and all the backgrounds, and all that is left is happiness, a joy that even the gods are overwhelmed by.His tenderness and thoughtfulness, his tyranny and wantonness, everything becomes a source of happiness. The sound of drums was faint. The white horse that disappeared in the distance seemed to be summoned by Shenwu again, and slowly gathered towards the grassland. This time, their destination was not the center of the grassland, but the holy lake that was as round as the setting sun.The snow-white horse's hooves raised gracefully, and then fell gently, as if they couldn't bear to trample even a small grass on the ground. Between heaven and earth, there are only the sound of drums and bells, and the rhythm of horse boys dancing.The other voices seemed to be filtered out by the invisible magic power. Tens of thousands of white horses merged into a torrent, rushing towards the holy lake without a sound.Everything seemed to be holding their breath in awe, even the trembling of the earth seemed to be silent. Those white horses seemed to be under the trend of magic, and they walked towards the shore of the lake in a group.They walked safely on the residual snow by the lake, and headed towards the faint lake waves, as if that group of faint blue shadows was their destination. The waves were turbulent, and the vigorous bodies of the white horses jumped up from the shore of the lake, shattering the clear light of the lake, and then the white manes spread across the lake, like a white lotus, which sank into the bottom of the lake the moment it opened.After a while, on the surface of the round mirror-like lake, half a pond of strange white lotus kept blooming, as if they were going to fill up the lake of living beings endlessly. The rhythm of the tandaloo dance is getting faster and faster, the drums and golden bells are already hoarse, but the blood on the stable boy's wrist is getting bigger and bigger, and there are two sickly red spots on his pale face, and the smile on his mouth There was also a hint of madness.He danced crazily, and the blood flowers were like colored drills, protecting his body like dew falling from the air.He will never stop, and will bloom the last ounce of energy in his entire life, and at the highest moment, he will stop brilliantly on the stage. The scenery in front of me is so strange, it doesn't seem like the world.However, Acacia just stared down at the lake waves, motionless.It seems that he has not woken up from the memory of Pavanti. A golden light penetrated from a distant place and shone on her face.As if waking up from a dream, she subconsciously looked towards Jin Guanglai. Di Jia rode on a sandalwood horse and walked slowly towards the shore of the lake.The bow string opened a blue arc from the bottom of his white sleeve, and in the middle of the arc, a golden arrow was facing her throat. The thousands of lotus flowers in the lake have already withered, the waves are rippling, the sunset is silent, and the tens of thousands of galloping horses finally buried themselves at the bottom of the holy lake. The dancer suddenly stopped his whirling steps and fell to the stage.The blood on his wrist, like two streams, silently surrounded him. Everything in the world seems to have lost its sound. Only the light hooves of the Tanhua horse seemed to be stepping not on the autumn grass on the ground, but on the clouds in mid-air. Dijia is like an ancient god, with a white horse and a white robe, with a faint pity for all living beings between his brows, and the longbow in his hand is a deterrent to the gods and demons.He came to her. "Pavanti, are you enlightened?"