Nightfall Chapter 88: Enchanted (13)

. By the Hulan Sea, the snow is covered with yellow grass, and the lake is gradually freezing. The grassland men are seizing the last time to fish.

The middle-aged man with a felt hat looked at the picture on the lake, and was silent. On his hard-lined cheeks, iron beards gradually appeared, making him more powerful. A subordinate stood behind him respectfully:

This Central Plains caravan has been here for a long time. The heads of the tribe don’t know what they are waiting for here. It would be too early to wait for the fur goods in the late summer, but look. As the caravan gave enough money and goods, no one paid any attention to them.

Looking at the ice and snow on the lake, the subordinates hesitated in a low voice and said, "Will the heavenly book really appear here?"

The middle-aged man said after the silent film: "The oracle came back from the south, and he released the news that the heavenly book was present in the wasteland. It must have been confirmed from the master, I heard that Li Qingshan was also on the Wanyan Pagoda. Calculated with Huang Yang, the book of heaven will appear on the shore of the Hulan Sea, there should be no mistake:"

The subordinate frowned and thought about the bottom of the film and said: "My lord, the subordinate shouldn't have questioned it, but always feels that if you put all your hopes on the decree issued by the oracle, it would be a bit risky."

After a short pause, he said softly: "There is no way to keep the news from Tuyang City. If you let the court know that you are leaving the general's mansion without permission, one by one and a confirmation came a few days ago that Lin Ling is indeed Ya. Up:"

The middle-aged man looked at this counselor who had been loyal to him for twenty years, thinking of the equally loyal but dead subordinate, stroked the temple flowers and said slowly: "Those things will be done later to deal with the current situation. It’s complicated, and you can only break the game if you get the extravagant picture of the heavenly book. Compared with other things, it is nosy."

He looked at the Mang Mountains on the other side of the Great Lake, and said blankly: "I believe in the words of the Oracle God, because few people in this world know that the way to leave the mountain gate is in the Hulan Sea." /

The counselor frowned and asked, "Why don't you enter the mountain gate to find the heavenly book? Even though there are many forces and attentions, few people who have the ability to enter the mountain gate want to come, waiting for an opportunity is better than waiting passively. Bigger."

The middle-aged man silently looked at somewhere in the far north and did not answer this question.

In those days, Mr. Ke hadn't taken the Tianshu Tianshu and he should have been in the Holy Land.

He didn’t want to return to the mountain gate, but waited silently on the lakeside to find an opportunity to take a snatch. In addition to strategic considerations, more reasons were because of the fear in his heart. He was not very old, but he could remember clearly. Those **** pictures, as well as the ruthless, incarnate teacher.

The counselor looked at the middle-aged man’s thoughtful look, silently thinking that he didn’t know that the adult grabbed Tianpiao astronomy but he finally restrained himself, and gradually made himself hard to breathe. He couldn’t help thinking of this. He sighed sadly in his heart.

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the distance on the other side of the lake, thinking of his lost teacher again.

Over the years, he was born in Mingzong, in order to protect himself, and even to protect his sister hidden in the Chang'an Palace, struggling for survival between the empire and the Xiling Temple is unspeakable:

At the time, his teacher traveled among the forces of the world, but it was like a fish swimming in the lake, very comfortable and even exuding a sense of happiness. How did this happen?

The rough fingers slowly stroked the stone platform, the animal skins were gently trembling in the wind. Standing in front of the abyss, looking at the huge stone beams that intersect in front of him, Tang recalled the appearance of the holy land in the teacher’s narration. The world in front of him, which became increasingly desolate because of its grandeur, was silent for a long time: He walked slowly to the cliff and looked at the endless dark abyss, silently thinking that the Haotian Dao Sect could lead the Central Plains for thousands of years. Naturally, there is reason. Don't underestimate it, especially the Taoist who knows and observes views must really have the ability to reach the sky. The other party attaches such importance to this matter, presumably the heavenly book really stays in the mountain gate, but why hasn't it been found?

He looked at the temple full of bones not far from his feet, and suddenly said, "According to the teacher, Mr. Ke rushed to the holy land alone, and didn’t kill everyone in the gate. The disciples of two genres evacuated south in advance. Before the teacher fluttered away, it was confirmed that many disciples had also evacuated. Except for the predecessors who died in battle, many of these bones committed suicide and were martyred, and then the gate was blocked."

Tang Xiaotang opened his bright eyes and looked at the temple under the stone beam. He had passed there before but found nothing. He curiously asked, "Where did those guys go?"

A gust of wind swept over the stone beams, blowing up extremely crushed gravel and clothes. Tang sensed the breath of heaven and earth in the mountain gate in the wind. After the silence, he said calmly: "I can't feel it, it should be gone:"

After saying these words, the two brothers and sisters walked deep into the mountain gate, and Tang's eyebrows that looked like thick flowers of iron trees slowly frowned. He hadn't seen many things in those days, and this time he looked for the heavenly book. Many things cannot be seen through. For example, at this time, it is clearly confirmed that those people have left the mountain gate, why is he still a little uneasy in his heart?

Decades ago, the cage set by Ke Haoran personally turned this room into an isolated world. As long as you don’t step into it yourself, you can discover the existence of this world, but if you really walk into this world , But can't go out anymore, because this world is the **** he personally gave to Liansheng:

"Quack...oooh...you actually learned how to draw awe-inspiring!"

In the center of the room, on the mountain of white bones, Master Liansheng looked at Ning Que, grinning like a child with his toothless mouth, and then the corners of his lips collapsed and started crying like a child, the laughter mixed with crying. The place is extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Ning Que held Pudao, looked at him and replied: "Yes:"

The old monk stared at his face with cold eyes and asked faintly, "This can't happen!"

Ning Que said: "It just happened..."

The old monk's next sentence came extremely quickly, and the thunder generally shouted: "Then you are in a demon!"

There was still no emotion on Ning Que's face and replied: "Yes."

The old monk asked in awe: "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Que responded: "In front of death, I am not afraid of anything else."

The old monk sarcastically said: "But you are still in a demon."

Ning Que frowned and said, "So?"

The old monk screamed: "Anyone who has been enchanted must die!"

Ning Que said, "But you are still alive."

The old monk slowly shook his head and said with a slight mockery: "This is a completely different choice between the two parties. In fact, my Da Ming Sect is just a mossy stone that hides in the dark night to hide from Haotian's divine glory. But in fact, it is extremely afraid of Haotian's existence, so Haotian can allow our existence, even as a contrast to the light. And when you pick up the trick left by that person, you will lose all of it. Awe...even fear of Haotian...This is the real magic way, Haotian will not allow people like you to exist."

Ning Que was silent and fried... and then replied: "As long as you live, it is better than dead."

The old monk froze, and then laughed madly, tears slowly dripping from the corners of the old withered eyes, he used thin fingers to tremble me and pointed at Ning Que's face, suppressing the desire to laugh with difficulty, and gasping for breath Resentment said: "Ke is a madman and died, and you are going to follow his old path. I really don't know if the academy is cursed by God. You will be destroyed by Haotian one by one. This is probably your fate. ."

He stared at Ning Que’s eyes and gasped and said, “You must be strong enough to walk firmly on this road, and the faster you become stronger, the faster you will die. Don’t expect to escape this. And destiny."

The old monk asked quietly: "Who has the sky ever spared?"

Ning Que was silent, and slowly clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, as if preparing to slash his fate:

Then his answer sounded in the dim and silent room.

"Man must conquer the sky...why need the sky to spare?"

This plain and proud answer made Master Liansheng slightly moved. He quietly looked at Ning Que and suddenly said: "The place a foot in front of the practitioner...must be his own world."

Ning Que had heard of this statement, but didn't know why the old monk wanted to say it at this time.

Looking at him, the old monk slowly said: "You have realized the Haoran sword...The madman's intention hidden in the mottled sword marks enters your body, so naturally this cage that covers the sky and the earth is not Re-exist."

Ning Que looked at him and said, "I know, I can even feel the vitality of heaven and earth permeating the room, but I also need time to adjust to this new breath in my body."

The old monk sighed and said: "It turns out that at this time, you and I are still consuming time."

Ning Que calmly said: "Time is fair to everyone."

The old monk smiled and said, "My time is up."

Ning Que said: "My time has just arrived."

At the point where the voice fell, the old monk slowly raised his skinny arms, strands of broken monk clothes, slowly swinging in the wind from nowhere. With this simple action, countless breaths of heaven and earth emerged from the blue stone wall The crevice penetrated into the room, and then it turned into strands of wind, rippling around his body

Ke Haoran left behind the scratches in the scratches. At this time, most of it was absorbed by Ning Que to transform his body and use it to break through the snowy mountains and seas. The sword marks that lost their sword intent were only visible and invisible. God, naturally, can no longer support this cage. Although there are still remnants between the stone walls, they can no longer prevent the old monk from contacting heaven and earth:

At this time, the large array outside the gate of Demon Zongshan sensed the sudden fluctuations in the vitality of the heavens and the earth. The moss scratches on those oh-ring stones suddenly glowed with extremely dazzling light, and the snow peaks under the dark night reflected the stars, because the sky and the earth The vitality rushed into the mountain gate, driving the stagnant aura between the stones and even driving the starlight to flow!

The fresh and vibrant atmosphere of heaven and earth finally passed through the broken cage array to the secluded hall that had not been there for decades, and then poured into the old monk's thin body like a flood.

The deep-set eyes of the old monk suddenly gleamed, and immediately turned into crystals. His skinny cheeks became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two arms stretched in the wind became smoother. Firm up!

As previously said, his time is up.

Ning Que's time has come.

He fully understood the awe-inspiring strokes taught to him by the young master, and was able to master the transformed body, and began to greedily and forcefully absorb the breath of heaven and earth that rushed into the room, and then transformed it into his own strength. Heaven and earth vitality is in the body, this is the most obvious and most unacceptable feature of the Demon Sect technique!

After the fresh and inexhaustible breath of heaven and earth enters the body, it is imprinted by the power of mind, and then passes through the channels between the snow-capped mountains and the sea. It turns into a pound and thin force, which is transmitted to all parts of the body through the meridians. Arms, muscles, bones, fingertips and even hair began to tremble with high frequency, as if friends were jumping for joy because of being strong!

The sole of the foot fell, with a crisp sound, and crushed a bone in front of him.

When it fell for the second time, a lot of bones had been crushed on the soles of the feet.

Ning Que plundered to the bone mountain and came to the old monk's body.

He held the knife in both hands and stabbed the old monk severely in the chest.

The blade's blade trembled me at a high speed because of the powerful force coming from the handle. It split and shook the surrounding air, wafting with white streams. The cold blade surface was full of charm, but it was actually faster than its own speed. It's even more terrifying.

This was the fastest raid in his life, like electricity.

This is the strongest attack in his life, like thunder.

With a powerful lightning knife, I couldn't tolerate blinking or even thinking. It violently hit the old monk's chest, and the sharp point of the knife pierced a little bit in, before the old monk had time to react:

Master Liansheng was constantly absorbing the breath of heaven and earth at this time. His cheeks were plump, his arms were restored, and his body was full of vitality like a newborn lotus. However, he did not expect that Ning Que's first stroke would come. So awe-inspiring!

At this time, he has returned to the realm strength of about 10% in his heyday. He was the thirty-two Liansheng who was incarnate and looked down upon the common people. Even if he only recovered 10% of his strength, he couldn't be killed with a single shot.

The skinny ghost hands have become plump, and their skin is temporarily tender and smooth, just like two pure white lotus flowers.

The white lotus blooms, the petals are in full bloom, and the blade stops between the petals, and can no longer enter the old monk’s heart.

At this time, the breath of heaven and earth that broke through the cage is still pouring into the body of the old monk, and he is still growing stronger:

Ning Que snorted and slapped his left hand heavily on the end of the knife handle.

His left hand at this moment is like a heavy hammer.

Piao Dao took another point towards the old monk's chest, and blood began to ooze from the tip of the knife.

The old monk glanced at Ning Que indifferently

A terrifying spiritual force pierced his sea of ​​consciousness.

With a pop, Ning Que sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

Blood water dripped onto the handle of the knife.

The left hand also fell on the handle again.

He endured the severe pain, his left hand turned into a hammer and hit the end of the handle again.

The blade went an inch deeper into the old monk’s chest!