Nightfall Chapter 87: Thousands of miles and happy wind

Hengmu Liren’s fist carried Haotian’s power directly on Ning Que’s body, but failed to kill Ning Que. This incident made him feel a little incredible—Ning Que was covered in blood and wounds everywhere. It is cracked, even the heart is obviously broken, but it can still stand. Why?

The **** horse ran to Ning Que's side, lowered his head to his right hand, let him put his hand on his neck, to help him stand firm, Ning Que gently touched its mane, indicating that he was OK .

"I forgot the order of the sentence that Liansheng said. It is the first to cultivate the Buddha if you want to cultivate the devil, or the first to cultivate the devil if you want to cultivate the Buddha, but the truth is the same, only the vajra is not bad to avoid the dust.

Ning Que wiped the blood from his hand on the front of the uniform, looked at the man standing across the street across the street, and said, "You know me well, but you don't seem to know what I have been repairing the longest."

In the world of spiritual practice, he first came into contact with Fu Dao, then Hao Ran Qi, then Lian Sheng's Demon Sect exercises, and finally he studied Buddha statues in Lan Ke Temple.

But in fact, he has the longest time to cultivate Buddha—the time here is not the time in the real world, but the time on the Buddha's chessboard. There, he has cultivated the Buddha for thousands of years, and finally put the mountain-like The Buddha statue was repaired to the appearance of Sangsang, and in the process, he has been with Sangsang.

Sangsang has always been in his body. In his heart, his body and mind have already possessed a certain divinity. In this respect, he is also cultivating demons while he is cultivating Buddha, which is already the ultimate.

The thousand-year past in the chessboard world is the last memory he wants to remember, except for some vaguely known by the big brother. He had not told anyone about the details, and Daomen regarded him as a great enemy. He collected countless pieces of information, but he didn't know that besides the methods that shocked the world, he also had Dharma.

Hengmu Liren didn't know either, so he couldn't understand Ning Que's two sentences, but subconsciously, there was a strong uneasiness, and intense vigilance gushed from the depths of the dark eyes.

A strong man of his level. The movement of the mind is the movement of the heavens and the earth. The hurricane in Yangzhou city re-emerged, the clouds in the sky twisted and disturbed, and the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth became extremely chaotic.

Hengmu Liren swept by the wind, and instantly came to Ning Que's body. The right fist burning with the sacred flame turned into a bright stream of fire. Like a meteorite from outside the sky, it blasted towards Ning Que's face!

The late spring is also early summer. Except for the dead hanging on the tree heads between the bridges, the scenery inside and outside Yangzhou City is excellent, with green grasses and wild flowers in full bloom. Dyed into a fireworks scene by the mist.

Previously, the **** horse was galloping in the wilderness, under the shade of the trees in the city. At some point, a small yellow flower fell in the mane, and it was trembling in the wind.

Ning Que's right hand is stroking its mane, touching the little yellow flower. Picked it up casually.

He picked up the little yellow flower with his fingers and faced the hurricane all over the street. And that fist like a stream of fire.

In the strong wind, the petals of the little yellow flower fell backwards, but they still refused to leave the weak stem.

A breath of great compassion was released from the petals.

Hengmu Liren's fist gradually slowed down, unable to fall on Ning Que.

Ning Que did not become a Buddha, what he invited out was a statue of Dharma outside his body.

A seemingly like Buddha appeared behind him.

The Buddha did not have wide foreheads and big ears, but a slightly plump female appearance.

Not Buddha, not King Ming, but Sangsang.

This is the Buddha he has cultivated for thousands of years.

Hengmu Liren said he was fighting for Haotian.

Ning Que said that he is the same, and he has been fighting for her for countless years, so much so that now, he can let her fight for himself.

The blazing Haotian Divine Radiance still hovered Hengmu Liren's fist, with infinite light. His cheeks were shining extremely pale, and his eyes were full of restlessness and anger.

Apocalypse is a gift from Haotian.

How can he use the power Haotian bestows on him to hurt Haotian?

That is blasphemy.

"So what! Without the power of faith, how can you get the real Haotian!"

Hengmu Liren shouted furiously, his voice was like a continuous spring thunder, blasting inside and outside Yangzhou City, he raised his realm to the top, and continued to blast towards the little flower that Ning Que was holding between his fingers!

His figure suddenly became extremely tall!

With his loose hair and white hot mist all over, he looks like a **** from ancient times. If it weren't for his solemn expression, he would have a lot of anger, or he would be more like it.

"She is not Haotian, but the Buddha in your heart! The Buddha is the most hypocritical! The most false compassion! The first person who holds a tin stick will not kill anyone, and was cut into a dog by Jun Mo! Even if you really become a Buddha, again What can I do!"

Hengmu Liren, who looked like a god, looked at him condescendingly, with a particularly violent expression.

Ning Que's body kept bleeding, and Sangsang's incarnation Buddha statue was silent behind him, looking at Changjie with compassion, not knowing whether he was looking at Hengmu or Ning Que.

Hengmu is right. There is no power of faith as the source. No matter how exquisite Ningque's Buddhism is, as long as he can't invite the real Sangsang, he can only protect himself, but he can't hurt him.

The city of Yangzhou is not Chang'an. All the people here who are interested in the Tang Dynasty and the Academy, and those who are willing and daring to think about helping Ning Que, were killed by Hengmu, or were killed by him in silence. , So Ning Que couldn't write that talisman, nor could he gather the power of faith.

"The college doesn't like to call that kind of power faith."

Wanzhang Buddha light and the god-like crossbar are fighting extremely dangerously on the long street. Ning Que and the little yellow flower between his fingers seem a little small in the meantime, but his voice is still so calm.

"We are used to calling it belief."

After saying this, he released his finger, letting the little yellow flower be blown away by the fist wind and scattered without a trace.

At the same time, the Dharma statue behind him also shattered with the wind, and the light of the Buddha suddenly gathered and sank into his body.

His hand holds the handle of the iron knife.

Countless fascinating, extremely faint powers emerged from countless places inside and outside Yangzhou City, then floated silently, entering his body one by one.

Hengmu Liren's face became extremely pale, and he muttered to himself: "How could this be?"

Those forces. It was because of him that Ning Que could never get the power of faith in Yangzhou City, or to use Ning Que's own words. It is the power of faith.

Even if the Buddha is resurrected, how can he get the faith of the dead?

Ning Que waved his iron sword and cut at Hengmu Liren.

Buddha does not kill people, he will kill people.

The iron knife simply fell, because it was not easy because it carried the obsession of countless dead in Qinghe County.

The strong wind blows, the Dharma and the holy light complement each other, and then tear each other into pieces.

Hengmu Liren yelled like thunder. At the cost of life, the raging Haotian divine brilliance ignited, trying to block the knife.

Ning Que was in the city of Chang'an and didn't know anything about faith. The reason why he was able to write the two amulets with the eye stick was because he passively accepted the fearless belief of the Tang people in Chang'an.

Now he has a deep understanding of faith. Without Chang'an City, he does not have enough power to write that talisman. However, he can gain enough power by virtue of the Dharma to cut thousands of knives again.

Hengmu Liren might be able to block his sword.

But there is no way to stop his thousands of knives.

Above the long street, smoke and dust filled the ears, the horrible sound of tearing the air was endless, and there were faintly mixed with the fear, despair, and anger and unwillingness of Hengmu Liren!

In an instant.

The moment the Buddha said.

Hengmu Liren blocked the three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two knives cut by Ning Que.

Ning Que cut thirteen thousand seven hundred and eighty-two dollars.

So, a full ten thousand dollars. It fell on the body of Hengmu Liren.

The smoke gradually settled.

At the moment before, the horizontal wooden standing man who looked like a **** was chopped into an ordinary ordinary person, covered in blood, with his head down and his brows flat. Just like the Tsing Yi little servant who chopped wood in Tianyuyuan two years ago.

With a choke, Ning Que put the iron knife back into its sheath.

Aroused by sound. Hengmu Liren’s smashed Taoist heart could no longer be kept intact. He vomited blood, and the wounds in his chest and abdomen burst out of internal organs like gold and jade!

He lowered his head, looking at the horrible blades, with a dazed expression.

The next moment, the crystallization of the awe-inspiring qi that Ning Que shot into his body before, violently erupted along the 10,000 blades of his body, amidst the screaming and screaming sound, the wind ran across the long street, and then went away. .

This gust of wind rolled up the reeds on Daze, and stunned the birds outside Linkang City, until they came to the palace of Xiling Divine Kingdom thousands of miles away and returned to the palace between Peach Mountains.

Ning Que stood in the midst of Xiao Xiaofeng, his expression indifferent and exhausted, without any pleasure. He ignored Hengmu Liren, sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his breath. The big dark horse stood beside him, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Hundreds of temple cavalry have surrounded the long street, but they dare not approach in horror.

"I don't understand why this is."

Hengmu Liren muttered with his head down, his voice extremely painful.

"You are indeed very strong, and you are well prepared. You know that iron arrows are not my most powerful method. In order to break my method, you even killed so many people."

Ning Que said: "But you don't know that I have practiced Buddha, let alone that I have learned a principle in the wasteland-the dead and the living are all human beings, you kill those people, it is your death Tao."

"So that's the case." Hengmu Liren raised his head, looked at him and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you have made a lot of preparations to kill me. I think so, I am quite willing."

Ning Que said: "You think too much."

After saying this, he stood up, jumped on the **** horse, and looked around. Inside and outside Yangzhou City, there were small bridges and flowing water, fireworks, old trees and faint crows, and a miserable world. No trace of her.

Hengmu Liren looked at his back and yelled unwillingly: "It's already at the end, you can't admit that I am special? I am the son of Haotian! How can I be killed by you? Like waste!"

Ning Que looked back at him and said, "You always say that you are her son. The problem is that I never remember having you with her. How can I admit this?"

The dark horse carried the smoke and dust and headed south of Yangzhou City.

Hengmu Liren looked at his back with difficulty, lost in confusion, finally understood, and then died.

In May of fireworks, Ning Que killed another person.

Tang Jun went to Yangzhou.

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(The reason why the outbreak could not occur yesterday. I thought about it yesterday and did not say it. I will report today because the most lowly relatives and friends came to the field. For these two days, I have to drive for four or five hours a day, and I have to arrange meals. What, it’s like a scum, it’s a very hard work to be able to keep changing, and the quality is still good, I’m very satisfied, I hope everyone is also satisfied, tomorrow will be fine, um, all said so, I still strongly urge everyone to vote for a monthly pass. I wrote it very carefully.)