Nightfall Chapter 43: Who knows fate
Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 43 Who Can Know One’s Fate
After hearing these words, Ning Que didn't have any expression on his face. -<>-Net.
Long Qing couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
At this moment, before no one expected, Ning Que suddenly bounced off the wall of the car, drawing a sharp sword with his right hand from nowhere, and stabbing Long Qing's abdomen like a poisonous snake.
The sword has been hidden in the black carriage.
He used this period of breathing to accumulate the last bit of strength to win this opportunity.
This opportunity must not be missed.
So he used Liu Bai's sword intent.
He stabbed Long Qing’s lower abdomen, or more accurately, he stabbed Long Qing’s spleen.
Because he knows that Long Qing has a hole in his chest.
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The corpse of a fallen knight swept across, hit Ning Que's sword fiercely, and then fell on him. Then, Maple's heavy torso, full of wind and rain, turned into violent The attacks came one after another.
Ning Que was already exhausted, and it could even be said that the oil ran out and the lamp ran out. Wherever he could withstand such violent attacks, the sword suddenly collapsed, his bones spurted, and he fell to the ground seriously.
"I know exactly what kind of person you are. You are like a cockroach. It is not easy to kill you no matter how you beat it. Even if you die, you are prepared to bite someone in the end."
Long Qing walked up to him, looked down at him quietly, and said, "But I left you this opportunity on purpose because I wanted you to taste hope, but I found that these are just vain tastes."
"Hope, disappointment, despair, hope, disappointment, despair, these few years, thanks to you, I have spent this endless painful reincarnation, and I still give it to you today."
Ning Que was covered in blood, and Ji sat on the wheel.
"I have been observing your performance in the battle just now. Your power is amazing, your speed is amazing, and your body strength is also amazing. Then there is only one possibility, you have become a demon."
Long Qing’s eyes jumped with excitement, and said: "Ning Que, you really did not disappoint me. You have gained so many things in this lucky life, from the Academy, the Demon Sect, and even Liu Bai. Yes, as well as the Fudao breath of Master Yan Sebu. Although I have breathed Master Zhang's, where is the heritage of Master Yan Se delicious?"
Ning Que looked at him tiredly and said, "Being a madman, is it really so happy?"
Long Qing didn’t listen to what he was saying at all, his eyes were bright, and he trembled in excitement: If I swallow you, and then swallow your glorious little maid, how strong will you say I will be? ? Is it possible for me to directly enter the pinnacle of knowing fate, or even directly cross the boundary between heaven and man? "
"Although you are not so beautiful now, don't think so beautiful."
Ning Que didn't even have the strength to stretch out his fingers, but still didn't forget to mock him.
Listening to these words, Long Qing naturally thought of the banquet in Chang'an City, remembering that it was the first time he was humiliated by this person, and the cold Daoxing heart was a little lost. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down and said : "When you are lucky enough to learn so many unique skills, have you ever thought that you will eventually dedicate it to me?"
After saying this, his bright eyes gradually dimmed.
The black and white line gradually disappeared, turning into a thick gray, dark as rain clouds,
Looking at the strange changes in Long Qing's eyes, Ning Que knew that the last moment was about to come.
He thought that he had worked hard for a lifetime, but he died of this madman. He couldn't help being unwilling. He thought that he and Sangsang had been rolling in bed for a lifetime, but he didn't really affect himself. He couldn't help being unwilling to live, thinking about himself. The sufferings of the previous life, and the sufferings of this life, I finally got rich but didn't have the time to enjoy it, so I couldn't help being unwilling. (-<>-Net.)
In short, in the face of death, who can truly be willing.
Especially this horrible way of death.
Ning Que looked at Long Qing’s gray pupils, felt the aura of death and greed, entered his own sea of consciousness from the other person’s eyes, and said, “I become a ghost, and I have to **** with flowers.”
After saying this, he leaned against the wheel wearily, ignoring what would happen next.
Sangsang was in the carriage at this time.
It's only half a step away from him.
He hopes that if there is an afterlife, he will be only half a step away from her from the moment of birth.
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Death is the meaning, and greed is the essence. After entering Ningque’s Sea of Consciousness, the breath that originated from the gray eyes, found that the strong thought power originally stored here has been exhausted, and regrets.
Immediately afterwards, this breath dived from the inside out to the depths of Ning Que’s Consciousness Sea, trying to search for the residual thought power in the deepest part of his spiritual world, as well as those more precious combat experiences, fragments of consciousness, and those inherited from his predecessors. Wisdom perception, and all these are the essence of the realm of cultivation.
Long Qing has tried many times since he learned the Gray-Eyed Technique from the Tian Shu Sha scroll. Whether it is the Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain or the masters of Zhen Wuzong, they have become The haggard corpse is already very familiar with how to **** the opponent's cultivation realm.
The situation today is a bit weird.
When the dead and greedy breath sank into the deepest part of Ningque's Sea of Consciousness, I didn't know what existence it touched. It turned out to be fearful like a creature, and wanted to escape without a scream!
Because it is faintly aware that there are some things there that it can't touch!
But it was too late.
In the deepest part of Ningque’s black spirit ocean, several fragments felt the aura of gray-eyed exercises. They seemed to be aroused in some way and began to shine with dim light, and then the light from these fragments became brighter and brighter, and the ocean More and more fragments began to shine in the depths.
It looks like a beautiful pearl.
Under the sea, there is a sea of pearls like the sea.
Each pearl is a piece of consciousness.
Some consciousness fragments originated from the sword marks on the stone wall of the Mozong Mountain Gate. They belonged to the junior masters of the academy. They were fearless and powerful and proud to the extreme. Where would they be deceived by evil things?
The most frightening aura of death is the most numerous fragments of consciousness in Ningque’s mental ocean. Although it can greedily consume everything, the consciousness on those fragments seems to be even more greedy than it is. Be hungry!
These fragments of consciousness come from Master Lotus.
It is the wisdom and possessions that Master Liansheng left in this world.
And gluttony is among them.
True gluttony**!
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Grey Eyes technique originated from the gluttony. After the transformation of the Dao Sect predecessors, it is no longer as bloody, but it is also far less powerful than gluttonous. In other words, the gluttony** is the true ancestor of the gluttonous.
When Grey-Eyed meets gluttony, it is like a shark encounters a killer whale. They are all greedy and bloodthirsty beings and absolutely cannot coexist. And gluttony is a very strange existence, only catching the same kind as food , Can really wake up, so it is more powerful, greedy and bloodthirsty!
At the bottom of Ning Que's black spiritual ocean, countless fragments of consciousness light up one after another, as if secretly conforming to a certain mysterious rhythm, and also like a certain kind of breathing. With each breath, a terrifying suction power is generated.
The dying breath from Longqing only came to let out a silent whine, which was caught by the consciousness fragments left by these master lotus students, and then directly swallowed.
The breath that had slept in those fragments of consciousness for several years now regained consciousness.
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The autumn rain continued, the fire in the Red Lotus Temple had long been extinguished, and the whole world was dim.
Around the black carriage, there was a dead silence, the fallen knights who were still alive, sitting up with difficulty, but unable to walk for a while, they looked over there emotionally.
At this moment, Ning Que suddenly opened his eyes.
But these eyes don't look like his eyes at all.
The look in these eyes is very calm, but very complicated. It seems that compassion is like a great virtue, but also cold and like a demon. The vicissitudes of life are extremely vicissitudes, and I don't know how much wisdom and life experience is hidden.
These eyes looked at Long Qing quietly, showing a slightly sly look.
Long Qing had already felt the strangeness. Instead of absorbing Ning Que's cultivation realm, he seemed to have suffered extremely severe damage to his gray eyes technique.
And when he saw Ning Que's vicissitudes of life, he was even more horrified and speechless.
That is the fear of the unknown, that is the fear of getting out of control.
The smile in Ning Que's eyes grew thicker.
Long Qing's body is getting colder and colder.
Ning Que suddenly stretched out his hands and clenched Long Qing's shoulders.
Then he lowered his head and bit into Long Qing's neck!
Long Qing let out a scream.
On the grass next to the carriage, the fallen knights were terrified and didn't know what happened.
Ning Que didn't notice anything, just lowered his head and bit Long Qing's neck fiercely.
He used his teeth to cut through Long Qing's skin and muscles with difficulty. The moment he tasted the sweet blood, he began to **** up desperately, and his cheeks kept bulging and falling, sucking greedily.
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Ning Que was in a daze at this moment, and didn't know what he was doing.
He just feels extremely thirsty and wants to drink water.
When he came into contact with the liquid, he kept sucking.
Vaguely, he suddenly felt that he was not drinking water at this time, because there were many complex flavors in these warm liquids, some tasted good, some tasted terrible.
Accordingly, he shouldn't know where those flavors came from, but this information automatically appeared in his sea of knowledge.
There is the smell of real martial arts elders, the smell of Zhang Tianshi of Longhushan, and an extremely overbearing and powerful smell. It seems to come from a Taoist surnamed He. As for the freshest and most comfortable smell, he There was a record deep in his consciousness, so he knew that it was the smell of Tongtian pills.
Ning Que gradually became sober.
The fragments of consciousness left by Master Liansheng in the sea of his consciousness began to show gluttonous details continuously.
Ning Que's instinct was very resistant to the breath revealed in this exercise, but the survival instinct, the desire to absorb water when he was hungry and thirsty, made him naturally start learning.
An extremely cold, powerful, but extremely greedy breath gradually enveloped his body.
At the same time, it also enveloped Long Qing's body.
Zi Mo forcibly propped up his body and wanted to walk to the black carriage. However, feeling the cold breath coming from there, he could not move in fear.
Under the cliff tree, he once thought that Lord Sizuo he saw was a legendary glutton.
Tonight in front of the ruined temple, looking at Ning Que, who was full of cold and powerful aura, he realized that the monsters walking in the dark underworld should look like this.
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Ning Que woke up completely, and his eyes returned to normal.
He slowly left Long Qing’s **** neck and looked at Long Qing, who was pale and terrified. He smiled a little hard, his smile looked a little lonely, but at this time the blood of Long Qing was still dripping from the corners of his lips. So in Long Qing's eyes, this smile was even more terrifying than the devil.
"Cannibalism...it's not difficult to learn such a technology-free thing."
Ning Que clasped Long Qing's shoulders tightly, thinking about the despair at the moment before he died, thinking about this person saying that he would eat Sangsang, all the loneliness in his smile turned into peace, and said lightly: "When you When I was lucky enough to learn so many unique skills, have you ever thought that they will be dedicated to me in the end?"
This is what Long Qing said before he was about to devour his cultivation realm.
At this time, Ning Que returned the original words to him.
The turning point of fate always comes so steeply, beyond everyone's imagination.
Who knows what his real destiny is?
Long Qing used to think he knew, but now he found that he didn't know anything, and his eyes were full of horror.
He felt that the breath of Ning Que was faintly restraining himself. For the first time, he felt that Ning Que was so terrible. That fear even defeated his reason and made him want to escape desperately.
Long Qing let out a miserable cry, and forced out the already damaged natal peach blossom.
Then he did not hesitate to use half of the Daoist's majestic thought power to directly expel his life!
Black peach blossoms are the finest powder.
The shock wave of terror directly shook Ning Que and Long Qing away.
Ning Que's body directly smashed the wagon wheel.
Long Qing was even more terrible, lying on the ground covered in blood.
The autumn rain is still falling.
The black peach blossom turned into black rain.
Blood water turned into blood mist.
Spersed around the ruins of the ruined temple.
Long Qing looked at Ning Que with bitterness and resentment, and roared with a trembling voice: "Kill him!"
After saying this, he fainted.
The fallen knight's loyalty to Long Qing couldn't be added, even if he was seriously injured, listening to these words, even if he climbed with his hands, he climbed towards the black carriage.
At this time, Ning Que was digesting the large amount of breath that had just been swallowed, unable to move.
Whether it is the partial cultivation of the half Taoist or the medicinal power of the Tongtian Pill, it takes time.
He leaned against the broken wheel and closed his eyes.
It seems that those fallen knights really have a chance.
However, at this moment, outside the quiet Red Lotus Temple, a grumpy horse screamed suddenly!
The **** horse, like a black lightning, came through the autumn rain, raised its front hoofs, and directly crushed the chest of the fallen knight who was closest to Ning Que to death!
Zi Mo's face was pale, he couldn't think of it, even if a beast came out of the college, it would be so terrible!
He snorted in pain, his chest sank suddenly, using the secret method of Xiling Temple, he began to burn his life, and regained abundant power with the fastest speed.
He gave a violent shout, and slammed his fist into the head of the **** horse, **** like the wind.
The big dark horse hissed wildly and collided with it without fear.
A heavy muffled noise.
The **** horse bends its front hoof slightly, panting in pain.
It is not an old scalper, after all, it is not an opponent of a life-burning Dongxuan peak powerhouse.
Zimo noticed that Ning Que's eyes trembled slightly at this time, and he couldn't help being cold. Guessing that this person might be waking up, he shouted: "Receive the horse, and take the adults with you!"
Ning Que opened his eyes and saw Shuqi Heiqi heading down the mountain in the autumn rain.
The most powerful fallen leader is in front of him.
Ning Que got up and asked: "You want to stop me."
Zimo said: "Although I can only live for another three months, I can still stop you now."
Ning Que said: "You are not my opponent."
Zimo said: "I want to try it."
Ning Que looked at the smoke and dust in the distant rain, without any emotion on his face, casually waved back and punched a hole in the black carriage, then reached out and took out the iron bow.
Zi Mo frowned slightly and said, "You have no arrows."
Ning Que passed through the hole, looking at Sangsang who was in a coma, and then at the injured **** horse.
He pulled the iron bow directly.
If there is no arrow on the string, it is empty.
The bowstring clanks, and the sound is about to crack the clouds.
A deep blood line appeared on Zi Mo's chest.
He looked down at his chest in a daze.
Ning Que drew the bow again, and the chord sounded again.
Every time the string moves, the dryness in his heart seems to subside.
So he slinged dozens of bows.
More than ten feet away, dozens of blood lines appeared on Zi Mo's body, which collapsed like a sandy mountain, splashing with flesh and blood.
Ning Que pulled the iron bow behind him.
He stood in the cold autumn rain flying around, thoughtfully.
From this moment on, he entered the realm of knowing the fate of heaven, which can be called a true attainment.
It is different from the previous two breaks.
He didn't feel any joy this time, he was just tired.
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