Nightfall Chapter 90: Enchanted (15)
No matter how powerful the cultivator is, his heart is directly pierced. He should be dead, right?
Ning Que is still extremely vigilant, because the old monk's realm strength has exceeded all his combat experience, he doesn't know what kind of survival ability the opponent who has faintly crossed the five realms has.
So instead of drawing a knife, he stared at the eyes of the old monk who was close at hand, watching the vitality in the deepest part of the old eyes, turning his wrist forcefully, so that the cold blade directly shook the old monk’s heart. Become fragments.
The old monk's body twitched suddenly, clutching his chest in pain, but he didn't die immediately.
Ning Que frowned, preparing to drew out a Pudao and cut off the person's head directly.
The old monk stared at Ning Que’s waist and suddenly laughed frantically. The laughter was frantic but weak, and at the end it turned into a crying voice, panting and saying, "It turns out that this is the case. Is this the fate? Is it:"
This aging, peerless and powerful man, who was before death, finally understood something from Ning Que, and muttered: "Life is a devil... Death is also a devil. ……I think I can…I have jumped out of the Three Realms in this life, but I don’t expect to know my life until I finally return…"
"Always in this mountain."
Ning Que didn’t care what the old monk was talking about. He was not a literary youth, and he had no hobby of listening to the last words of a powerful enemy before his death. He just wanted to kill him thoroughly and end this nightmare-like encounter. .
However, when he wanted to pull out the Pudao, he found that the old monk's body seemed to have turned into a puddle at this time, and the sharp and smooth blade was tightly withered in his chest.
Fortunately, the blade did not spread the powerful force, and his sea of consciousness did not suffer a mental attack again.
Since you can't draw the knife, go deeper.
Ning Que gave a sullen snort, and pressed his hands again, the Pudao in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the awe-inspiring sword energy between his chest and abdomen gushed along the blade without hesitation.
Under the deliberate shock, the old monk vomited. blood.
I have been imprisoned here for decades. Only the dripping water between the bluestones can be used to drink, and only the bones can be eaten by the old monk. Although he is a great realm person who can live up, he is still tortured. It is probably because of lack of water. The blood he vomited at this time was actually black, extremely sticky, like the oil on the bottom of a stove.
The old monk sat up slowly, ignoring the awe-inspiring strokes that were destroying all the vitality in the internal organs, watching Ning Que's face in front of him, his hands on his knees slowly spreading out, and he re-knotted a lotus mark that was famous in the world .
Before being cut by a blade, he now has only four thumbs left in his hands. The bones in the stubble of the broken fingers are soaked with blood, which looks extremely terrifying, but the incomplete lotus mark appeared, and a clear breath suddenly enveloped The gentle and compassionate meaning of holding his body gradually dispersed among the broken bones on the floor.
There is a lotus falling into the world in the west, with 32 petals on its own, with different petals, each is the world:
Now that there are only four petals left, it is classified as the same world but it is calm because of it
Since you can’t go outside the Three Realms, and since you’re only in this mountain, then why bother to imagine countless worlds. If you want to transcend the Three Realms, why bother with the petals going with the wind, and blooming in the mountains is more beautiful:
Master Liansheng quietly looked at Ning Que’s eyes and nose:
Then Yuque heard his voice.
He was not forced to enter the world one foot in front of the opponent by the spiritual power of Master Lotus. It is that the hearts of two people meet in the spiritual category, so that they can feel each other’s consciousness, or heart.
At the moment of meeting, Ning Que clearly judged that the other party's mind was very calm at this time, not joy, but the enlightenment after Yihe penetrated, and this mind even seemed a little close.
Master Liansheng's eyes are as warm as Spring Lake, quietly watching Ning Quegong
"What am I looking for? What is it that our generation is looking for? Under heaven, can there be a new world that is different from before? I don’t know, I don’t know Ke Haoran finally Do you know it."
He looked at the mottled scratches on the bluestone wall, a smile on his pale old face.
"In the end, you won, and your heirs won, but can he win the final victory? The demon sect is destroyed because of you and me, will it be restored in his hands? My revenge against you will probably be It started like this, but I don’t know how it will end, or should this be the beginning of revenge against Haotian?"
Then Master Liansheng retracted his gaze and continued to look at Ning Que's eyes.
Ning Que buzzed in his head, and felt that many things came from the old monk’s crystal clear and calm eyes. Those things were not specific knowledge of practice, nor pictures, but just some feelings if there was nothing.
"You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate a demon, you must first cultivate a Buddha. Then please bravely walk into the dark night. Although you have no chance of success, you may die right after you hit the road, but I still bless you, and Curse you."
Master Liansheng quietly watched him say the last words in the world, slowly closed his eyes, and spread his hands on his knees, like Bailian thanked him.
Ning Que clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and looked in front of him blankly.
It seems that there is a wind blowing with a faint sound, and the body of the old monk hanging on the blade is suddenly dry and cracked like a weathered sand sculpture, and the messy bones that fall on the ground are rustling.
The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth, and the bones return to the bones.
Liansheng, the son of the Song Dynasty family, came to this world with water lilies. He became a demon when he was a truly innocent baby today. This is not something he can choose, because his family has been a demon since the ancestors. People in the Zongzhong
After marriage, his beloved wife discovered this secret and was killed by his father.
He stood guard by the grave, unable to live together and want to die together, so he went to the grave late at night to prepare to die. The night was windy and rainy, he was meditating in front of his grave in the middle of the night, wearing wet clothes, and began to travel around the world: he left the family and practiced all the way, showing a wonderful world at Lanke Temple, and he was famous in the world.
He wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, but when the head of Xiling Temple asked him to enter the Demon Sect, he came to the Demon Sect in the depths of the wasteland for the first time, only to find that he was as close as returning to a real family. It turns out that I was born here, not a temple, not a temple, not a mountain, but a mountain abandoned by Haotian. He still wants to destroy that catty... the demon sect that has rotted and turned into a smelly like mud at the bottom of the lotus pond, but he found that after destruction, he should be reborn, so he wanted to create a brand new demon sect and then create a brand new one. world.
He has the genius of Xiao, Buddhism, and the Three Schools of Taoism, Buddhism and Demons. He intends to cover the sky with demons, and follow the sky with Tao. Eventually, he reaches the other shore with Dharma, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among all beings, so that he can be in a brand new Erase the ruthless heavenly path of the old world from the world, and find some things he wants to find through time.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually did not know what was evil, did a lot of earth-shattering things, achieved a reputation that shocked the world, killed thousands of people, and then he met a man named Ke Haoran People.
At this time, he had already arranged everything, he only needed to hide on the Moyu God Seat in the Taoshan Temple and wait patiently, waiting for Ke Haoran to die, waiting for the Master to die, and then he would begin to change the world.
However, one day he saw a woman beside Ke Haoran, with a pure and charming smile on her face, much like his former wife. He smiled gently like a friend, and then started to activate early.
He did not succeed.
He has been imprisoned in the nether for decades:
He waited for hope in despair.
Then I died at the moment I saw hope.
He didn't realize that he didn't care about anything until he saw death.
He realized that he was just waiting for death.
On that rainy night that year, he didn't have the courage to dig up that grave worker
Since then, the world has been a lonely grave for him.
He is a tomb digger who is crazy
He is a dead person in the tomb
Ning Que stood there with a dazed expression, and the Pudao in his hand dropped slowly.
Master Liansheng died just like that, but the fragments of consciousness that had been passed to his mind still existed.
Those feelings are complicated and even chaotic, just like Master Liansheng.
The last sword intent in the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall is still pouring into his body, slowly transforming his body together with the breath of heaven and earth, and the tattered cotton jacket is trembling with gray cotton. .
Ning Que wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, propped the ground with a knife, and walked to the corner with difficulty, confirming that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu had only fallen into a coma and had not died, and finally relieved.
If he followed his original way of doing things, he would definitely take advantage of Dao’s obsession and kill her with a single knife. However, looking at the terrifying bite marks on her body at this time, he didn’t know why he didn’t do anything. .
Ning Que sat down against the wall, looked down at Zisi's chest, and began to cough violently.
I feel the changes in my body, and appreciate the consciousness that the old monk gave me. Fear and anxiety gradually occupy his mind. If these things are known, what kind of attitude will the Master and the academy have, once lost With this biggest backing, how can one survive in the world of Haotian Divine Glory?
Jiang was hit hard and his body was on the verge of collapse. At this time, he finally relaxed. The fear caused by reason was mixed with the injury. It made him painful and anxious and unable to settle down. He even had no time to think about how to leave the Demon Sect. , Frowned in pain, wondering how to face the future life.
With full of doubt and fear, Ning Que leaned against the wall and passed out into a coma.
The awe-inspiring strokes on the mottled stone wall floated down, lingering indifferently on his ignorant body, the speed of the breath of heaven and earth pouring in became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that he would always be like this as long as he lives. continue.
He was enchanted in the depths of the mountains abandoned by Haotian.
At this time, in the far north of the remote wasteland, Atami gradually became frozen and entered a long night.
This time night comes, it seems that he will never leave.