Nightfall Chapter 69: Why pour block base (below)

Ning Que stood in the mountains and valleys of rocks, feeling the breath, and frowning on his chest. He didn't speak for a long time. At this time, his chest seemed to have been stuffed with dozens of hard The Bang Bang pebbles were about to reach the throat, blocked and panicked, the waves were uncomfortable, and there was no way to speak.

Previously, he could not understand Mo Shanshan’s phrase that a block is a stone. Until these stones of various shapes filled his eye sockets and blocked his chest and abdomen, he realized that the so-called block is the chest. The unsatisfactory feelings in the abdomen that did not know why, those unsatisfactory finally condensed into stones, and it was not easy.

Stone is the most common and unusual thing in the world. Silence has existed in the world for thousands of years. It can grow grass but the grass is a foreign object. It can crack but it is still stone, even if it is weathered into gravel. The descendants of Shi, its body is so strong and pure, as if there will never be any change.

Ning Que looked at the tens of thousands of stones that filled the space between the heavens and the earth. He couldn't help but remember that Master Yan Se once said something. The pavilions and towers are always beaten by wind and rain. Shiji is speechless for thousands of years. It seems unclean but it is extremely clean.

Everything in the world has its own aura, that is, teeth, air, jade and gold are also inconvenient, only the stone is the most silent and low-key, its aura is strong but deep inside, never willing to spit, so for Practitioners say that stone is the most difficult existence to perceive, and it is very difficult to control it.

Thinking that these stones are at the bottom of the lake, in the sea, on the mountain, under Tian Kui, and have existed quietly for countless years, nurturing their own breath, but unwilling to let the world know...Ning Que suddenly wanted to understand something.

The demon sect's practice method absorbs natural breath in the body, and if you recreate your own world in the body, this is extremely blasphemous and disrespectful in the Haotian doctrine, so it will be called a demon in the world.

How similar are the stones in this large formation to those who practice Demon Sect exercises in the world?

The unbearable stubbornness of this plane member between heaven and earth is not just a silent resistance to Haotian?

Flying arrays will merge into the same river when they reach a high depth.

Mo Shanshan is obsessed with Fudao and naturally obsessed with formations. She felt the magic of this massive formation, and found that she was in it, and suddenly she seemed to have become a little stubborn rock that was silent for thousands of years.

The breath of a large array of blocks...makes her pale cheeks look tired...but she doesn't care about the pain in her body, she stares at her surroundings...the scattered piles of stones focus on hiding in between Keep the dog secret.

Ning Que looked at her frowned and distressed eyebrows, and shook her head and said, "These stones are metaphors for a certain attitude. I think that the person who had the ability and the courage to set up this large formation back then could only be the one He entered the wasteland to preach, but eventually betrayed the bright **** Lei who founded the Demon Sect by Haotian."

Mo Shanshan raised his head, his beautiful slightly rounded cheeks were filled with surprise and incomprehension. After a while, he realized that this place is the gate of the Demon Sect. Of course, the expert who set up a large formation is not separated from the Demon Sect. Open relationship.

She believed in Ning Que’s inference. Although she regretted that such a beautiful and magical formation was created by a member of the Demon Sect, she did not think too much, and quickly became immersed in the mountains and valleys again. Among the stones.

The dry stone and gravel ground at the bottom of the lake, and thousands of stubborn stones lie on the wilderness. This kind of scenery can’t be said to be beautiful, but in the eyes of the bookworm, it’s beautiful, and there are things in it that make her feel palpitations. Great wisdom.

"Why do you pour in your heart?"

Looking at the tens of thousands of stubborn rocks that lie between the sky and the earth... the girl looked intoxicated and muttered: "The man used the water of a thousand hectares of lake... with the quiet and soft meaning of the lake to kill the edges and corners. At that time, when the water of the lake is drawn away by the force of nature, the massive formations will reappear in the world. The meaning of such water falling out of the rocks is really wonderful."

Ning Que had a hard life since he was a child. Although he wrote a good handwriting, he couldn't chant a song that was so wet. The aesthetics was weak and uninteresting. Facing the mountains and broken stones, he really saw what beauty , Let alone see the meaning of the magical water falling out of the rocks, he only felt that the stones between his chest and abdomen were about to gush out from the throat tube, and he was extremely uncomfortable. He was anxious to find a way to leave or walk in, looking at Mo Shanshan's intoxicated appearance. Although I was a little unbearable, I still had to interrupt the other party in a desperate manner and asked: "This big formation is so powerful, can we get in?"

People in the world say that the book is infatuated with Shu Jing Xianzhen, but if you are really obsessed, you will forget the world outside your body, and even the injuries in your body will be completely forgotten. It was so easy to wake up, she didn't hear Ning Que's words at all, and she said sadly: "This large formation was destroyed once by someone. Now there is only one in a hundred. It's a pity, I don't know. When the block formation was intact, it would look like it was opened back then. I don’t know if anyone can make the block formation reappear in the world.

She was very sad, but Ning Que was a little happy, thinking that if she hadn’t been like this, she and her would have been stunned. She comforted and said: "Let’s find a way in first. It’s not difficult either."

Mo Shanshan was silent and didn't know what he was thinking about. His slender eyelashes flickered slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly after a while. He looked at Ning Que and said seriously: Brother Shisanshun, you are right, the world There are very few people who can see this block. I can see it and have a sense of understanding. Then I will find a way to make it reappear in the world in the future. If I don’t work hard, the block will really disappear. my responsibility. "

Ning Que didn't expect to say a random word, and she would take the initiative to carry such a heavy responsibility. There are always discontinuities in the inheritance in the cultivation world. It would be a good thing to regain this magical array. But he was a little worried as to whether this important task would have an impact on her mentality...

Suddenly he thought of a question.

The stubborn rock in the mountains is so powerful with only 1% of its power. What kind of invincibility would it be when it was intact? This legendary formation called Block Lei can make books obsessed with so much, can it leave its own reputation in the Xiling Church, and it has been ruined by others? Who was capable of destroying such a big formation back then?

Thinking about this question, he watched an ordinary stone squat down in front of him, slowly stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the two moss on the stone, and moved the moss with his fingertips, revealing the deep inside. trace.

Those marks are clear scratches, which have been hidden by lake water and moss for decades.

Ning Que turned his head and looked elsewhere, and found that similar road-shaped moss were also growing on some of the stones in this large formation. Presumably, those road-shaped moss also had similar sword marks. The sword marks on the stone are divided into two, concise and harsh and even a little rough, casually stroked left and right, but it has an unmatched sense of strength. After many years, moss attached to the scratch and wrote a word.

Ning Quela received the touch of his fingertips, and the slight breath remaining between the scratches, knowing that it was these simple and powerful scratches that directly destroyed the foundation of the massive array.

The breath between the scratches is very familiar and close. It is exactly the same as the breath that Jing guided him to this verdant valley in the past few days, but it is much weaker, and it should be just the remnant of that breath.

Then he noticed that the cross-sections of some of the stones were too smooth. They were obviously cut open. After looking for three pieces to put them together, he found that a whole stone was cut into three pieces by two cuts.

The three-blocked stone reverted to a whole with the smooth scratches, and a few dusts sprayed out between the gaps, and the remaining aura became a bit rich.

Ning Que silently looked at the sword marks on the stone in front of him, as if once again seeing the cedar on the top of Xuefeng’s stubborn existence. Thousands of years of snow will not bend its waist. It is powerful and proud but disdains domineering. It overlooks the common people. But disdain to watch the sky.

The breath of the person who broke the formation many years ago is very similar to the breath of the large formation. Both are so stubborn and unwilling to be full of edges and corners, but there is a fundamental difference in the careful taste.

Thousands of years ago, the great priest of Guangming who founded the Demon Sect, he was unwilling and resentful and locked in the stone when he set up a large formation. He only walked between the heaven and the earth in a silent posture, expressing his attitude towards heaven with silence and angularity. and strength.

The remaining breath of the sword mark of the man who broke the formation decades ago, the message is more vivid, bright, although often silent but never locked in, just let it go. It’s so generous and generous. If you are dissatisfied, you have to straighten your waist and stabbing a sword. When you don't say it, you don't bother to say it. Once he says it, you want the whole God to know.

Why pour blocks?

Mo Shanshan said, there is only Qianqin Lake.

Ning Que looked at the sword mark on the stone and knew there were other answers, at least many years ago.

Decades ago, it was still this verdant valley, with Qianqin Lake quietly covering it.

Suddenly a violent wind blows, the Mozong Mountain Gate formation is activated, the lake empties, and the water falls.

Stones appear in blocks, traversing the world, blocking the roads of the world.

A scholar in a green shirt is riding a little black donkey around the world.

Suddenly the road ahead was blocked, and the mountains and valleys of rocks made him unhappy and unhappy.

So he drew out his waistband and swipes, and smashed this legendary block into powder.

Then he rode on the little black donkey and continued to curse and scold the earth, his eyebrows and his expression flying up, so unhappy.

Why pour blocks?

A breath of breath in the chest is enough.

Decades later, Ning Que knelt down on the stone and knocked three heads respectfully.

The familiar and close breath on the sword mark condenses into a high mountain in his sea of ​​knowledge. This mountain is high but not dangerous, and it is similar to the big mountain behind the academy. It makes his eyes slightly sour and endless emotions in his chest.

Sure enough, such a character is worthy of the second brother's life to worship, and it is worthy of Jane's rest of his life to remember, and it is naturally worthy of his unreasonable and full of vicissitudes of pride, from knees to faint tingling head.