Nightfall Chapter 87: Enchanted (12)

. Liansheng Dashun glanced at her indifferently, then suddenly smiled, gently lowered her head as if the dew on the lotus, sucked the drops of blood from her delicate cheeks, and then ate a piece of her body again.

Ye Hongyu's eyes showed pain, but he laughed madly: "You are scared."

Master Liansheng ignored her, and calmly chewed the third mouthful of blood, trying to restore her spirit and vitality in the shortest time, at least before Ning Que woke up.

Decades ago, Najin...the world, he was the most terrifying and powerful person. Facing him today, the three outstanding young people in the world broke out at the same time, and finally found a glimmer of hope in despair, and fought for a ray of life in the face of death. The strong self-confidence and persistence contained in this dangerous process were It is Master Liansheng who has seen countless earth-shattering events in his life and feels his heart palpitations, so he must show respect with seriousness

The key point of the current situation is that when the bookworm is not hesitating to make the sea of ​​knowledge on the verge of collapse, but also builds a block formation to isolate Master Liansheng’s mind attack, after all, is Master Liansheng using the Lebanese meal Dafa to absorb blood and restore the power? First, it was Ning Que who took the lead in comprehending the aura and awakening from the current state of ignorance.

Ning Que didn’t know that the situation was so dangerous at this time. He didn’t know what kind of sacrifices and efforts were made by the book idiot and Dao idiot to prevent Lian Sheng from interrupting his inexplicable spiritual state. He didn’t know what he was doing. , I don't know why he looked at those sword marks and he was kind, and the blood in his body and even his body would subconsciously follow the direction of these sword marks. He even forgot all the things that happened before and all the world except himself.

This and the realm is very dangerous, like a naked baby... walking unarmed in the dangerous wilderness, he may be injured by wild beasts and eaten at any time, but it is also because this and the realm are full of innocence and childishness. , Clean and transparent without any dust, so that we can sincerely accept the projection of the outside world on the soul

This and the state is called empty.

Ning Que feels very good in the state of writing, very powerful:

There are only stone walls in front of him, the cyan stone walls on the four walls of the roof, and the mottled sword marks on those stone walls seem to come alive... Enter his mind through his eyes... and evolve into countless things.

Flowing in the night sky like stars, jumping in the valley like a stream...Wandering in the blue sky like flowing clouds, proud in the world like a mountain, walking happily on the road like a traveler.

Those scratches flow around, pulling up traces, turning pages gradually like a book...Each page is painted with a clear map, those maps seem to be a certain and wonderful footwork, but also like a certain and The powerful carving technique is more like a certain and magical technique, and it's nothing, just a certain and a certain attitude.

He followed the sword marks in his eyes and began to imitate walking... He began to hold the sword and wave the sword, began to think silently, and began to smile and taste, the pace under his feet became smoother and smoother, and the sword he held was waving more and more. The smoother.

Vaguely... he realized something deeper.

The sword marks left by the young master on the bluestone wall were originally just to express certain emotions.

I walked more and more smoothly under my feet, and the sword swung more and more smoothly...In the end, it was fun.

Travelers want to see more scenery in the world and forget the fatigue and pain during the journey... They should dance and walk and sing.

In the world where the mountain is independent, you have to ignore the worship of the people in order to be comfortable, so it should be so proud:

Floating clouds stay or float in the blue sky, it is because it is following the direction of the wind.

The stream flows down in the Rungu, and every collision with the rocks must be regarded as a game, briskly rushing down with the attraction of the earth, sparking countless beautiful sprays, this is called joy: stars are in the night sky The inside is still or flowing, just looking at the world with a smile according to its own ideas.

All things are taken for granted:

This is the indulgence that Yihe calls for granted.

As a matter of course, even if thousands of people are ahead, I will go whenever I want to.

I have a strong aura, so I can walk freely.

This is the science and technology between heaven and earth

In the severely damaged sea of ​​consciousness, the power of mind gained from more than ten years of meditation began to flow slowly like those white clouds, night stars, and streams, and began to stand still like a mountain, and began to be as cheerful as a traveler

The sword intent contained in the mottled scratches on the stone wall, as the faint sulphur fire floats, gradually seeps into his body, and as his mind becomes enlightened, these scratches flow in at an accelerated rate, and then begin to force with thoughts. Circulation stopped in joy.

I don’t know what the existence of these sword intents is. After entering the body, it turned into a warm heat flow. He repaired his sea of ​​consciousness in a short time, and then continued to pierce the sea of ​​air from the eyebrows down:

The feeling that the sea of ​​consciousness was repaired and moisturized was very good. Ning Que stood in front of the stone wall with a knife in his hand, not knowing everything outside of the body, but his brows unconsciously stretched out, and then suddenly he tightened, feeling the transmission from his chest and abdomen Very intense pain.

The scratches in the mottled scratches raged in his body, as if they turned into thousands of tens of thousands of real small scratches, smashing the blood that was invisible to the naked eye, and poking sores. Hundred holes.

This is even more terrifying than the Wan Bin Dao Chi cast by Dao Chi by the Daming Lake.

Then the tens of thousands of small strokes flew to the snowy mountains on the waist and abdomen, and they began to hit continuously. The sharp strokes easily cut off the hard ice between the snow peaks, bursting into countless clusters of snowflakes, swords The speed of intention hitting the snow-capped mountains is getting faster and faster. Millions and hundreds of millions of cuts are completed in the blink of an eye. The cutting of the cutting edge and the ice cubes gradually accumulates terrifying high temperature. Import Qihai Engineering upwards

Thousands of tens of thousands of small swords flew upwards again in his body or consciousness, and flew to the calm sea of ​​air, still as if hitting a snowy mountain, began to silently and concentrately cut hundreds of millions of times, calmly The sea of ​​Qi began to roll, throwing out a huge sky-shattering tidal wave, like boiling, and Zhixi finally started to boil into a mist that covered the sky.

The mist of the snow-capped mountains melted and transpired, and he moved slowly along the certain channel in his body. The strands and strands were seamless but seamless. Every time he met somewhere, he would leave some water behind. The mist then condensed into dewdrops and began to moisturize.

As the dewdrops formed by the water mist kept moisturizing, those body parts began to decompose and reconstruct...It was like an old house being taken apart and rebuilt, but the rebuilt house was so beautiful. It is so strong, the pillars support each other, and it is not afraid of rain and wind.

Ning Que felt that with the warmth flowing through his body, as if countless strength was being re-infused into his muscles and bones, it felt very comfortable, very powerful, and fascinated and did not want to wake up.

The scratches on the mottled stone wall are still flowing slowly...the scratches in the deep-fried scratches are still entering his body...turning into countless small handles that constantly bombards the sea of ​​snowy mountains, moisturizing and powerful With his body:

Time passes by every minute and every second.

Ning Que, who is in pain and intoxication..." A shadow suddenly passed through his mind, and even in an empty state, he felt his body become cold, because he suddenly thought of something and began to give birth to extremes. Great fear. If you let this majestic sword intent continue, wouldn't your snow-capped qi sea be smashed? If the qi orifices that you worked so hard to get through disappear...Can you still practice?

Because of fear and anxiety, he suddenly woke up.

He looked nervously at the mottled scratches on the wall, in a cold sweat, cold and slippery between his palm and the handle:

These scratches, these friendly intentions, are the awe-inspiring scratches of the young master.

He finally understood what Master Liansheng said.

Xiu Haoran sword... lies in the aura of breath in his chest.

To cultivate Haoran Qi, you need to abandon Haotian and even become an enemy of Haotian.

An enemy of Haotian is a demon.

And the fry that the little uncle was holding the sword, he was in a demon.

So the little uncle was finally killed by Tianzhu.

I have realized the Haoran sword intent. If I accept the sword intent into the body as qi, I will inherit the mantle of the little uncle.

It's also infatuated.

Continuing the mantle of the little uncle is a glorious and proud thing:

However, it is also the most dangerous thing in the world.

It is a peerless figure like the little uncle, once in the demon, he can't escape the end.

If you learn how to draw abruptly... how many days can you survive in the world?

Ning Que looked around in panic

In Bone Mountain, the old monk was silently performing magic skills... Ye Hongyu was unconscious under him.

Seeing that he finally woke up, Mo Shanshan smiled hard, couldn't hold his body anymore, and fainted on the ground.

The night has already covered the world beyond the mountain, and the room is extremely dark:

He stood in front of Bone Mountain with a knife in his hand, drenched with cold sweat and his cotton-padded clothes, silent not knowing how to proceed.

The sword marks on the mottled stone wall stopped flowing and waited silently.

The sword intent in the body slowly stopped flowing, and waited silently.

His will is also silently waiting for the final decision.

Once in a demon, a person like Liansheng can only hide in the night. If you want to walk proudly in the world like the little uncle, no matter what realm you have practiced, the final result will still be the death of Tianzhu.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, but couldn't see it, only the cold stone wall and the color of the night.

For practitioners, this is the most difficult decision.

The awe of Haotian will make them afraid to touch that dark night world.

Even a cultivator who does not have the slightest fear of Haotian, based on the big horror of life and death, will struggle very much, and will probably think hard for half a lifetime without reaching the final conclusion.

It seems that I have struggled for a whole life.

In fact, I only thought about the short time that 30 chopped green onions fell on the fried egg from the palm of my hand:

He wants to live.

He wants to live with someone to work

This is the most important thing.

In contrast, Haotian is just a pile of shit.

Shit.

Ning Que raised the Pudao until it was flush with both eyebrows.

The last prayer in this life.

Then drop the knife.

The blade fell on the stone wall.

Falling on the scratches left by the little uncle.

The wrist turns and the blade moves sharply, following the two scratches, one swivels to the left, then swipes to the right.

The flames danced under the blade, like stars leaving the night sky.

Following this, simple action, the sword intent that was waiting in silence suddenly rose.

Countless handles are condensed together, and they fall from the air, splitting the snow-capped mountains.

At this moment, Ning Que knew that he had entered a brand new world.

The power of mind is still there in the sea of ​​knowledge, but no longer playing the piano to listen to the world, but creating a beautiful new world in the body, that, there are trees in the world, there are lakes, mountains and seas, just waiting for life to multiply here Plump.

There is an additional channel between the snowy mountains and the sea. The channel seems to exist all the time, but it is blocked and hidden from view. At this time, it finally shows its true meaning, the majestic sword intent turns into a certain and substantive atmosphere Passing by that passage, there was a lot of soup, boundless, straight into the sky, so unhappy.

For the awe-inspiring.

The faint air blast sounded, and dust spattered from Ning Que's body with debris.

There was a sparkle in his eyes, and then he slowly converged to the ordinary.