Nightfall Chapter 182: Broken by the world (Part 1)
In the screaming sound, the watcher came to Ning Que, and every step of the snow was blood.
Yu Lian cut off the Rainbow Bridge, and the big brother held his foot. He couldn't leave Chang'an City from the air, so he could only hold on to Ning Que's knife.
He is miserable at this time like a sinner who has received a half-delay sentence, covered in blood and bones, but he still thinks he can catch the knife.
The watcher is still like a fairy and a white bone fairy.
He gave directions to the blade.
His expression is solemn and solemn, like a king of the kingdom of God walking on earth.
The aura on his body suddenly changed, becoming extremely awe-inspiring.
An aura that was colder than the abyss and lonely than death, passed from his fingertips to the blade of the iron sword, and in an instant, the blade was covered with a layer of frost.
What a powerful breath of death.
Suzaku uttered an angry whistle, bursting out endless flames, resisting the dying.
The front end of the iron knife is colder than ice, exuding a palpable sense of death, covered with snow and frost, and the end close to Ning Que's right hand is extremely hot, emitting flames to the outside world.
Two extreme auras are doing the most dangerous resistance on such an unpretentious knife. No one knows whether this iron knife will be frozen into scrap iron or burnt everything in the world. Perish.
At this moment, the iron knife made a very clear sound in the hurricane that rolled up on the snowy street. It was the sound of metal objects hitting, and then more and more hits sounded.
The wind of swords blows across the streets, swelling between the streets and alleys. I don’t know how many things have been rolled up. There are iron pots that people fall on the street, a few broken gongs, and some flutes. Musical instrument.
The gong was hit by a stone, the thick iron pot hit the wall, and the wind poured into the pipe and began to sob. There was a lively sound in the dim wind. I don't know who staged a happy event or a funeral.
With the sound of these sounds, the snow and frost covered on the tip of the iron knife disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flames that Suzaku squirted were chopped off towards the master along the blade.
The silence is broken by the excitement of the world.
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The violent wind raised by the iron knife turned Suzaku Avenue into a sea of storms to the east of Song Kingdom.
The silence of the master is broken, and the Tsing Yi moves with the wind.
He swaggered to his feet, his body seemed to have grown countless times in an instant.
A magnificent atmosphere like the sea, boundless and boundless, appeared on the snow street.
The view master once again uses the boundless sea of Buddhism.
The suffering of Ling Chi a moment ago made him very clear that if he only used the immeasurable realm of Buddhism, it would not be enough to resist the knife in Ning Que's hand, because it was ten million knives.
So he also used the Heavenly Demon Realm—the Heavenly Demon Realm is the demon sect's non-worldly practice. Now, apart from Yu Lian, there is only the ability to observe the subject. In addition to making the practitioner's body stronger than steel, this kind of exercise can also create a new world, or a false world.
What will be the effect of displaying the Boundless Buddhism and the Demon Realm of the Demon Sect at the same time?
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Ning Que came to the coast of the East China Sea, standing on the seawall that stretched for an unknown number of miles.
Song's East Sea Embankment is very famous. He did not look at the strangely shaped big rocks under his feet, but silently looked at the seemingly endless sea outside the embankment.
There are countless storms starting in the depths of the ocean. The nearby seawater is stirred like ink, revealing a chilling and dangerous smell, while the distant seawater lifts up more than ten stories high.
Ning Que did not slash at the giants*.
Because the subject is not a storm, the storm comes from his iron sword.
The subject is the sea, no matter how violent the storm is, it can never destroy the sea itself.
Suzaku's chirping sounded in the gloomy sky.
The bright red bird carried a small rock and flew to the depths of the sea against the storm on the sea. No matter how violent the storm, it could not stop it.
Suzaku became a small black spot under the sky.
It threw the little rock it held into the sea.
The rock fell into the violent ocean and was swallowed instantly, without even splashing enough conspicuous waves.
Suzaku didn't feel discouraged because of this. It uttered a clear cry, fluttered its wings and flew back to the coast, holding up a stone again, and continuing to withstand the storm and flew to the depths of the sea again.
The birds shuttled between the gloomy sky and the violent ocean, back and forth.
Behind the seawall, a mountain has collapsed more than half.
Someone at the foot of the mountain hit the rock with a hammer and smashed the hard rock until the Suzaku could hold it up.
There are many people hitting the stones, and it's hard to count them.
Many people who smashed the stones came from Washan. In the past few years, they smashed the collapsed Buddha statues into countless small Buddha statues and sold them to tourists in exchange for benefits. They are very good at this kind of things.
Humans are very good at this kind of things.
Humans are good at driving mountains and breaking all the hardships in the world.
Behind the seawall, the dull sound of smashing rocks kept ringing. For an unknown number of days and nights, people smashed tirelessly, and Suzaku tirelessly went back and forth between the sea and the land.
Countless small stones were thrown into the ocean by Suzaku.
This is reclamation.
The sea is boundless, but as long as it keeps filling up, I believe there will be a day when it will fill up.
Boundless, broken by the infinity of the world.
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The subject has become a barren wilderness.
The heavy rain has been going on for half a year. It is said that this flood came from Haotian's punishment. Anyone who is disrespectful will die in this terrible disaster.
If you want to escape this flood, you must walk through this wasteland. However, there are kneeless weeds growing in this wilderness. There are muddy marshes everywhere. Some places seem safe but hidden The dangerous quicksand, even the ferocious beast, dare not walk around in the wilderness.
The first person came to the outskirts of the wilderness. He hesitated because there was no road in this wilderness. He didn't know how to walk, and how to walk is correct.
More and more people come to the wilderness. They want to walk through this wilderness, but they are looking for a new world. However, like the first person, they don't know where the road is.
People discussed for a long time and even started arguing, but they never came up with an idea.
"Please let me."
A young man squeezed the crowd and walked into the wasteland.
His luggage is very simple. What he really uses is probably the rusty hatchet in his hand. What is even more worrying is that he is carrying a thin little **** his back.
People persuaded him that the wasteland is very dangerous, and the most important thing is that there is no road.
The young man ignored them and continued to walk towards the wasteland, but he gripped the hatchet tighter.
Looking at the back of the young man who disappeared into the wilderness, the crowd was silent for a long time.
Someone tightened their backpacks and walked into the wasteland.
Someone also walked in, supporting their tired body with branches.
More and more humans are walking into the wasteland.
Some people were bitten to death by poisonous snakes in the swamp, some sank into the depths of the mire, and some became mummy under the quicksand, but more people successfully walked through this wilderness and went to A whole new world.
There is no way in the world, as long as there are more people walking, there will be a way naturally.
The Demon Realm was broken by the persistence of the world.
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The master casts three realms simultaneously.
The dying of Taoism, the immeasurable Buddhism, the demon realm of Demon Sect.
These three realms are above the five realms.
Ning Que simply dropped the knife.
Break it with one knife.
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The master's finger is still on the blade.
The snow and frost on the iron knife has long since disappeared, and the blade's momentum and blazing flames are gone with the wind.
There is a very thin blood port on the master's finger.
Then there were more than ten miserable cuts on his body.
Some of the cut meat was blown away by the wind, and some drooped out and exposed to the dim wind.
The blood dripped from him like a waterfall.
He looks miserable.
It's so bad that it seems impossible to live anymore.
But the subject is still alive.
Since a thousand years, the strongest person in Dao Sect will not die so easily.
It's just that he is only a short distance away from death, or returning to the Vast Sky Divine Kingdom.
If he can't fight Ning Que's tens of thousands of knives, then everything will end.
The viewers look down upon the world in their lifetime and experience the shadow of death very rarely.
It was once defeated by the sword of Ke Haoran.
It was once hit by the Master's stick.
But even these two times, he survived and went further on the path of spiritual practice.
Only the great fear between life and death, can people of great liberation like the master have the opportunity to enlighten the way.
Today, in front of Ning Que's sword, he once again saw the abyss between life and death. Can he realize anything more?
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The subject looked at Ning Que with a strange expression on his face.
The expression is not indifferent regret, nor anger, nor is it related to unwillingness.
This kind of expression is not what human beings should have. At the extreme calm, it reveals indifference. The deepest part of indifference is not cold, but nothingness, without any emotions
The expression without emotion, it seems that it should not be called an expression.
But Ning Que felt that this was it, and he was very wary.
There is no emotion in the eyes of the subject, and even the pupils of the eyes gradually fade.
It's not the kind of lightness when I use the Grey Eye technique, but it's really lightness.
The eyes of the subject are pale to transparent, no longer like jade, just tasteless water.
Then he suddenly stopped.
Ning Que's iron knife fell.
Before the blade's edge arrived, the wind began to raging ahead of schedule.
The black hair is dancing in the wind, and the blood is scattered in the wind.
The flaked flesh on his body is bright red like petals.
Those thick bones are as clean as lotus roots.
The scene that should have been **** now looks extremely beautiful.
He became a lotus flower.
Blood cannot be contaminated, and dirt cannot be covered.
Extremely clean.
Quiet and quiet.
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The broken rainbow, falling from the blue sky, finally landed on the street.
Several pieces fell on the subject, suddenly glowing with golden jade, and then slipped off.
These rainbow fragments are the remnants of Apocalypse, but at this time, for some reason, the power bestowed by Haotian can't be integrated into the flesh and blood of the master.
The connection between Guanzhu and Haotian seemed to be interrupted. He seemed to disappear from the heavens and the earth, and turned into snow and flowers running away, so independent, so untouchable.
Looking at this scene, Yu Lian raised her eyebrows suddenly.
Big brother can't set the channel: "Quiet Realm?"
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