Volume 6 Suddenly, Chapter 87: A Thousand Miles of Happy Wind
Hengmu Liren's fist, holding Haotian's power, fell directly on Ning Que's body, but failed to beat Ning Que to death. This incident made him feel a little incredible - Ning Que was covered in blood and his wounds were cracked everywhere.
Even the heart is obviously broken, but it can still stand. Why is this?
The big dark horse ran to Ning Que's side, lowered his head and leaned against his right hand, letting him put his hand on his neck to help him stand firm. Ning Que gently touched its mane, indicating that he was fine.
"I forgot the order of what Liansheng said is whether to cultivate the devil first, or to cultivate the devil first, or to cultivate the devil first, but the truth is the same. Only when the Vajra is indestructible can it not get stuck in dust."
Ning Que rubbed the blood from his hand on the front of the courtyard uniform, looked at Hengmu Liren across the street, and said, "You know me very well, but you don't seem to know what I have been practicing for the longest time."
In the world of practice, he first came into contact with the talisman, then Haoranqi, then Liansheng's Demon Sect's martial arts, and finally saw the statue of the Venerable in Lanke Temple to study Buddhism.
But in fact, he practiced the Buddha for the longest time - the time here is not the time in the real world, but the time in the Buddha's chessboard. There, he practiced the Buddha for thousands of years and finally cultivated the mountain-like Buddha statue.
He looked like Sangsang, and during that process, he was always with Sangsang.
Sangsang has always been in his body, in his heart, his body and mind, and his body and mind have long had a certain divine nature. In this regard, while he is practicing Buddhism, he is also practicing demons, and has long been the ultimate.
The thousand-year past in the chessboard world is the memory he least wants to remember. Except for the elder brother, he vaguely knows some details. He has never told anyone about the details. The Taoist sect regards him as a great enemy. He has collected countless information, but he does not know it.
Now, in addition to those methods that shock the world, he also has Buddhism.
Hei Mu Li Ren didn't know it, so he couldn't understand Ning Que's two words, but he subconsciously felt a strong sense of anxiety, and a deep vigilance surged from his pupils as dark as night.
A strong man of his level, his mind moves is the movement of heaven and earth. A hurricane in Yangzhou City recurs, the clouds in the sky are tumbling uneasy, and the breath of heaven and earth becomes extremely disordered.
The man stood up and swept by the wind and came to Ning Que's body instantly. His right fist, which was burning with a raging holy fire, turned into a bright stream of fire. He rushed towards Ning Que's face like a meteorite from the sky!
Late spring is also early summer. Apart from the dead who were hung on the heads of trees between the bridges, the scenery inside and outside Yangzhou City is very beautiful, with green grass and wild flowers blooming. The mist is dyed into a grand scene of fireworks.
Previously, the big dark horse was galloping in the fields, under the shade of trees in the city. At some point, an extremely inconspicuous little yellow flower fell between the manes, and was trembling in the wind.
Ning Que's right hand was stroking its mane, touching the little yellow flower. He picked it up casually.
He picked up the little yellow flower with his fingers and faced the hurricane all over the street. There was also the fist that looked like a fire.
In the strong wind, the petals of the little yellow flower fell backwards, but they were never willing to leave the weak stems.
A breath of extreme compassion was released from the petals.
The fist of the horizontal wooden man gradually slowed down and could not fall on Ning Que's body.
Ning Que did not become a Buddha, but he invited a statue of the external body.
A Buddha that seemed to exist and not existed behind him.
The Buddha did not have wide foreheads and big ears, but looked like a slightly plump woman.
It is not the Buddha, not the Ming King, but Sangsang.
This is the Buddha he has cultivated for thousands of years.
Yokogi Riren said that he was fighting for Haotian.
Ning Que said that he was the same, and he had fought for her for countless years, so that now he could also let her fight for herself.
The burning radiance of Haotian was still surrounded by the fist of the horizontal wooden man. The light was infinite. His cheeks were illuminated extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with uneasiness and anger.
Apocalypse is a gift from Haotian.
How can he use the power that Haotian gives him to hurt Haotian?
That is blasphemy.
"So what! Without the power of faith, how can you invite the real Haotian!"
Hengmu Liren shouted angrily, his voice blew like a continuous spring thunder, exploding inside and outside Yangzhou City. He raised his realm to the peak and continued to bombard the little flower that Ning Que held between his fingers!
His figure suddenly became extremely tall!
His hair was disguised and his body was filled with white hot mist, looking like a god coming from ancient times. If it weren't for the solemn expression, there might be a lot of anger, or it would be more like it.
"She is not Haotian, but the Buddha in your heart! The Buddha is the most hypocritical! The most false and compassionate! The head of the house will not kill anyone even if he holds a tin staff, and he will be chopped into a dog by Jun Mo! Even if you really become a Buddha, you can take me again
how!"
He looked down at him with a condescending expression.
Ning Que's body was constantly bleeding, and Sangsang's incarnation Buddha statue was silent behind him, looking at the long street with compassion, not knowing whether it was looking at the horizontal tree or Ning Que.
Yokogi said nothing wrong. Without the power of faith, it is better to lack the essence of Buddhism. As long as you cannot invite the real Sangsang, you can only protect yourself at most, but you cannot hurt him.
Yangzhou City is not Chang'an. All the people here who are interested in the Tang and the Academy, who are willing and dare to think about helping Ning Que, were killed by Hengmu, or were killed by him and were silent and could not even think about it, so Ning
If you cannot write that talisman, you cannot gather the power of faith.
"Academies don't like to call that power faith."
The Buddha's light and the god-like horizontal trees were fighting fiercely on the long street. Ning Que and the little yellow flowers between his fingers seemed a little small, but his voice was still so calm.
“We are used to calling it faith.”
After saying this, he let go of his fingers and let the little yellow flower be blown away by the fist wind, scattering without a trace.
At the same time, the statue of Dharma behind him was also destroyed by the wind, and the Buddha's light suddenly disappeared into his body.
His hand held the hilt of the iron knife.
Countless, vague, extremely faint powers emerged from countless places inside and outside Yangzhou City, and then floated in silence, entering his body one by one.
Yokogi Riren's face turned extremely pale, and he said to himself in confusion: "How could this happen?"
Those powers are the power of faith that Ning Que could never obtain in Yangzhou City, or in Ning Que's own words, the power of faith.
Even if the Buddha is resurrected, how can he get the belief of the dead?
Ning Que waved his iron knife and slashed towards the horizontal wooden man.
Buddha can't cut people, he can cut people.
The iron knife fell down simply because it was not simple because it was obsessed with the countless dead people in Qinghe County.
The strong wind blew, and Buddhism and the holy light shone together, and then they were tear each other into pieces.
The man of Hengmu Li shouted like thunder. The igniting of the turbulent brilliance of Haotian at the cost of his life wanted to block the knife.
Ning Que was in Chang'an City and had no understanding of faith. The reason why he was able to write the two talismans using the array eye pestle was that he passively accepted the fearless belief of the Tang people in Chang'an City.
Now he has a deep understanding of faith. He does not have Chang'an City and does not have enough power to write that talisman. However, he can gain enough power through Buddhism and cut out tens of millions of swords again.
A person who stands upright may be able to block his knife.
But there is no way to stop his millions of swords.
On the long street, smoke and dust filled the air, and the terrifying sounds of the tearing of the air were endless, and there were faintly mixed with the fear, despair, and howls of anger and unwillingness!
moment.
The moment that the Buddha sect said.
The erectile slashed the three thousand,782 swords that Ning Que cut out.
Ning Que cut 13,782 swords.
So, there were a total of ten thousand knives that fell on the body of a man who stood up in a horizontal wooden house.
The smoke and dust gradually converge.
The moment before, a horizontal tree like a god was cut into an ordinary person, covered in blood, his head lowered, his eyebrows were calm, just like the servant in the green who chopped wood in Tianyu Academy two years ago.
With a choking sound, Ning Que put his iron knife back into the sheath.
The sound of the sound. The heart of Taoism that had been cut by the horizontal wood could no longer be kept intact. With a puff, blood was leaked, and the wounds in the chest and abdomen burst out with gold and jade-like internal organs!
He lowered his head and looked at the terrifying blades, with a confused expression.
The next moment, the Haoran Qi crystal that had been tapped into his body by Ning Que violently erupted along the ten thousand blades of his body. With a hissing and shrill roar, the strong wind stormed the long street and then went into the distance.
The strong wind blew up the reeds on the siege and startled the birds outside Linkang City. It was not until it arrived at the Xiling Divine Kingdom thousands of miles away and returned to the temple between Taoshan Mountains.
Ning Que stood in the whistle and cold wind, with a calm and exhausted expression, without any pleasure. He ignored the erectile squats and sat cross-legged to start regulating his breathing. The big dark horse stood beside him, looking around vigilantly.
Hundreds of temple cavalry had surrounded the long street, but they were afraid to approach it in horror.
"I don't understand why this is."
Yokogi Liren murmured with his head down, his voice looking extremely painful.
"You are indeed very strong and well prepared. You know that iron arrows are not my most powerful means. In order to break my means, you even killed so many people."
Ning Que said, "But you don't know that I have practiced Buddhism, and you don't know that I have learned a truth in the wasteland - dead people are human beings, and killing those people is your way to die."
"So that's it." Yokogi Liren raised his head and looked at him with a wry smile, "It seems that you have made a lot of preparations to kill me. I'm still willing to do so."
Ning Que said, "You're thinking too much."
After saying this, he stood up, turned over and jumped onto a big dark horse, and looked around. He saw that there were small bridges, flowing water, fireworks, old trees, crows, and miserable world, but she was not
trace.
Yokogi Liren looked at his back and shouted unwillingly: "It's all over, you can't admit that I'm special? I'm Haotian's son! How can I be like other wastes you killed!
”
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 could I admit this?"
The dark horse carried smoke and dust and headed towards the south of Yangzhou City.
Hengmu Liren looked at his back with difficulty, feeling lost, finally understood and then died.
Fireworks in May, Ning Que killed another person.
The Tang army went to Yangzhou.
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(The reason why it was not outbreak yesterday was thought about it yesterday but didn't say it. I'll report it today because my friend from another place came to drive four or five hours a day in the past two days, and I have to arrange meals.
It is already a very hard thing to be tired and can be updated without interruption. The quality is still good. I am very satisfied. I hope everyone will be satisfied. It will be better tomorrow. Well, I have said so much, but it is still very strong.
The local government called on everyone to vote for monthly tickets, and the writing was very thoughtful.)