Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 83: Enchanted (8)
"Absolutely quiet, without a trace of sound, no ants crawling, no leaves shaking, nothing, in the end, because you think too much about hearing the sound, your eardrums will become extremely sharp, and you can even hear the sound of the decay of the corpses around you
, and the sound of the bloating and explosion of the rotten corpse's stomach enters your ears like a thunder!"
The old monk's shrill voice fluttered back and forth in the quiet room, like countless continuous thunderstorms.[]
"The corpses in the room have rotted or turned into mummies, so there are no more of these sounds. The sounds that made you sick the moment before become the best thing in your memory the next moment. Do you know this feeling?"
"In the end, you can even hear the sound of your blood flowing in your blood vessels, the sound of your muscles gradually losing moisture and deforming, the sound of your stomach bag shriveling, and the sound of your intestines sticking together and tearing together. Silver is wonderful, right?
If you listen for a long time, you will definitely want to vomit, but the problem is that you can't vomit."
The old monk lost all his luster in his eyes, and he recalled the cruel life of decades like a stone statue, murmured: "No matter how powerful a practitioner is, he cannot completely ignore or eat. You need to eat something,
Even if it’s something that’s hard to eat, if you spit out the food, you’ll die.”
The old monk suddenly screamed and said, "I know this way of living is more cruel than death. When I was imprisoned by Ke Haoran, I should commit suicide, but this seemingly rude guy has a more sinister mind than the devil.
He knew that since I was greedy for a moment, I would never be willing to die! He is a real devil!"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and asked, "Dears of time, what food did you rely on to support it?"
The old monk had old corpses dried by the dry breeze and white bones.
Ning Que's eyes fell on it and he couldn't help frowning.
Mo Shanshan looked at him and there were many bone chips at the foot of the Bones Mountain. The bone chips seemed to be traces left by wild beasts. Suddenly, she figured out something, her body suddenly stiffened, and her face was extremely pale.
Looking at the reactions of the two people, the old monk laughed loudly, his laughter was shrill and sharp, like a sad old ghost crying with resentment, with the drooping skin on his face wrinkled in one place, as if he was really crying, but probably
Because of the severe lack of water in the body, the tears squeezed out from the corners of the old man's eyes were as turbid as stone milk.
Looking at the old and turbid eyes, listening to such a heart-breaking and crazy laughter, thinking about the days when the old monk was imprisoned in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate for decades, even the hardest-hearted person would probably give birth to
He felt sad and sympathy, but Ning Que had no feelings about this at all. He looked at the old monk and said, "Compassion is something that cannot beg for."
The old monk's crazy laughter gradually stopped, and his eyes were like ghost fire looking at his face.
Ning Que turned his head to look at the stone wall, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It was probably because I met too many dangers when I was a child. I am a very insecure person. When I have something to do, I always like to think about what if something happens to me?
Who raised Sangsang? What if something happened to Sangsang? How can I convince myself to continue to live?"
"If someone deals with Sangsang like you have done, I will be miserable in how to take revenge. Killing you with one knife is naturally too cheap. You can probably not hold on too much if you pick your hands and feet into the shit jar.
I will naturally be unhappy if I can't let you suffer too long pain for a long time."
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the old monk, smiled and exclaimed, "Now I think about your decades, I realized that the uncle of the junior master is indeed a genius who knows one method and all methods. Even if he tortures people, he is so talented.
I won't sympathize with you, I will learn this method, I just hope I won't use it in the future."
The old monk didn't know who Sangsang was, and Mo Shanshan knew, so she glanced at Ning Que.
The old monk smiled and said nothing. The previous questioning had slightly relieved his resentment that had accumulated for decades. He now had more important things to do.
He slowly lowered his head and gently moved his dry lips to the girl under his palm.
Ye Hongyu looked at the old monk coldly, but he couldn't help but feel some fear bulges on his naked skin. He watched him slowly eat it by tearing him into pieces. No one could completely drive away the fear in his heart.
A clear chorus suddenly sounded in the quiet and dim room.
Ning Que pulled out the Pu knife behind him, and suddenly bounced his knees, like a tiger lurking in the grass for a night and finally caught the weakness of his prey, suddenly pounced towards the old monk in the Bone Mountain.
In mid-air, a cold sword light sprayed over like a heavy rain.
He and Mo Shanshan were controlled by the old monk at a glance. The sea of consciousness was seriously injured. The consciousness could not control any part of his body. However, for some reason, he overcame this obstacle and forcibly controlled his body. At this time, the old monk was just now.
He bowed his head and prepared to eat Ye Hongyu's flesh and blood, and should not be able to pay attention to his movements. It was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.
When the old monk Yu Guangli saw the spatula light, the Park knife in Ning Que's hand was only half a foot away from his neck. No matter from any angle, he could no longer stop the arrival of death.
However, Yu Guang still had his eyes.
The old monk saw the light of the spatula and his heart moved.
Apart from the sacred glory of Haotian, there is nothing in the world that is faster than the heart.
A spiritual power that was not powerful but had a mellow state and reached its peak was scattered from the old monk's eyes. Countless white bones in the mountain of bones rose up in response to the energy, and a thick leg bone blocked the shiny sword.
Before the light!
This pure white thick leg bone is the remains of a powerful man from the Demon Sect back then. His soul has long been lost but still strong. It collided violently with the sword light, and a huge gap appeared, but it did not break from it!
The entire room was filled with the cage formation set up by the junior uncle back then. The runes carved by the two senior brothers on the Park Knife could not absorb any energy of heaven and earth. He could not face the bone directly controlled by the old monk's mind power!
Ning Que groaned, and the huge force from the blade directly broke his wrist and his body suddenly flew backwards. A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth in the air.
In the bone mountain, the white debris stimulated by the old monk's mind came tightly, and the secluded hit him, as if it was a storm. In an instant, he suffered hundreds or thousands of heavy losses.
As the blows, blood kept gushing, and there were many bones on the body.
With a bang, Ning Que fell heavily to the ground, and another mouthful of blood squirted on his clothes. Fortunately, the storm of those white bones fell to the ground after leaving the range of the Bone Mountain without attacking again.
A constant stream of pain came from all over the body, as if all the bones were broken. Ning Que frowned and wanted to stand up with a knife, but he could not resist the injuries inside the body.
ground.
The old monk's face was pale and his cheeks were sunken. His eyes were filled with light and his body was shaking slightly. It was obvious that in order to deal with Ning Que's sneak attack, he also paid a huge price. The strength he had accumulated for decades and the bloody mouth of his previous mouthful of food.
They were forced to consume them all, but no matter how weak he was, his palm still controlled Ye Hongyu.
The judgment array that is isolated from the breath of heaven and earth is the most terrifying existence for practitioners
Because without the vitality of heaven and earth, most Taoist techniques are completely unable to be used, especially the supreme realm contained in Master Liansheng's previous eyes that directly traumatizes the practitioners' sea of consciousness, making them unable to control their bodies with their consciousness.
In this situation, those who are waiting for the walk are like calligraphers who have lost their brushes and masters of the lyrics. They have only the knowledge but all their abilities. They will probably fall into complete despair.
But Ning Que is different from most practitioners in the world. He has just learned to practice. When he has been struggling on the brink of life and death for more than ten years, he has never relied on some Taoist flying swords, but his body and the three behind him.
knife.
He was severely injured by Master Liansheng's sea of consciousness at a glance, but he could not fall into despair, because countless battles were so hard that he could not imagine his body. He could even control the skeletal muscles of his body by himself.
During the long conversation, he kept tensing and relaxing his muscles at high speeds, just to make his body really relax and make his own response without the control of the sea of consciousness.
It must be said that Ning Que is indeed a good person at fighting, especially when he is in such a situation where the weak and the strong seem to be desperate. The calmer he is, the stronger his fighting consciousness is. Unfortunately, the strength gap between the two sides is already large.
It is to the point where judgment and combat awareness alone cannot be compensated.
"You have such a strong ability to control your body?-
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The old monk looked at Ning Que, who was half kneeling on the ground, and his two white eyebrows slowly floated up and said in a low voice: "Although the wild man is strong, he is more important to you in terms of the relationship between consciousness and body.
It’s better to think that this generation of academy walking is a good material for cultivating demons. It’s a pity, it’s such a pity.”
Ning Que was seriously injured and could no longer hold the hilt of the knife in his hand. He shook his body twice, and finally fell to the ground again. He didn't hear what the old monk said clearly. He wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips and coughed in pain.
Two tones.
What happened before was too fast, and Mo Shanshan was completely unprepared. At this moment, he looked at Ning Que in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of worry, but he could not lean over to see how he was doing.
Ning Que looked at her expression, and slowly moved over with difficulty, sat against her, coughed twice in pain, gasped and said weakly, "I won't die yet, but now I'm really here
Can't move anymore."
The old monk looked at him, and the more he looked, he became more and more happy, and said regretfully: "If you were not a disciple of the academy, I really wanted to pass on your robe and see where you can go in the future.
Ning Que once really thought he was a genius of cultivation, but after going through a lot of hardships in his life, he entered the path of cultivation. Once he entered the path of cultivation, he saw too many real strong men, as well as monsters like the second senior brother Chen Pipi.
I met these genius girls like Books and Taoist, and gradually got rid of that kind of thought and realized that my qualifications in practice were just mediocre people.
So at this moment, listening to the old monk's feelings, he couldn't help feeling a little strange. He raised the corners of his lips and panted and said, "The snow-capped mountains and seas only have ten orifices, and can they be good materials for beauty?"
The old monk looked at him weakly and said, "If you want to cultivate demons, you will know nothing, so what if you don't know anything?"
Ning Que leaned weakly against Moshan Mountain's back, looked at the old monk in Gushan with a difficult smile, and said, "Master, I am willing to follow you to cultivate demons now, so can you let us go? Why bother to be killed again
Beat to death.”
The old monk looked at him with compassion and said weakly: "Why bother laughing at this time?"
Ning Que coughed twice and gasped and said, "It's not a joke, I can swear in the personality of Master."
The old monk grinned with difficulty and said with a smile: "I have been enemies of Ke Haoran for life. More than anyone in the world, I know the true appearance of the academy. Others may believe it, but I know that none of the people who came out of the academy are trustworthy."
Ning Que couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but it made his chest and abdomen feel sad and coughed violently again.
The old monk looked at him and said in dissatisfaction: "You should be able to endure it. Why did you choose that opportunity to take action before? Although that time is good, it is still a little earlier. If you can wait until the moment I swallow my flesh and blood, wouldn't it be even better.
?”
Ning Que wiped off the coughed blood and said, "It's indeed a little early, mainly because I don't like to watch eating human flesh."
Listening to the word "human meat", the old monk's expression gradually became resentful and said in a cold voice: "I have been gnawing bones for decades, but in the end, these meats have become waterless firewood residue. Do you think they are delicious?"
The old monk looked at the young man and woman sitting against each other and said resentfully: "The human flesh I ate in the world before, or for planning, is more for my own strength. Do you think I am a pervert who likes to eat human flesh.
Madman? Do you think human flesh is really delicious?”
The old monk thought about the blue-clothed man who had floated across the Demon Palace decades ago, and laughed nervously: "Ke Haoran sealed me in this isolated hell, just to force me to eat human flesh, and then another one
The guy has been here. No matter how much I beg him, he refused to let me go or kill me. Instead, he picked up more than a dozen corpses and threw them for me as food, saying that this is Haotian's kindness to me.
Reward, if I am a demon, then what are they?"
He glanced at the palm of his palm and pursed his lips stubbornly, refused to beg for mercy and cried out pain. Ye Hongyu, who looked at Ning Que, said coldly: "This Taoist woman is the first one I have eaten in decades.
The fresh meat tastes much better than it tastes much, do you want to try it with a bite?”
Ning Que looked at the old monk's eyes as faint as a ghost, and after a moment of silence, he said, "No, I know it's not delicious."
Mo Shanshan, who was weakly leaning on his back, did not understand his words, thinking that he was just telling a fact that no one needed to try it in person to know the truth that human flesh was not delicious.
However, the old monk understood his words, and a look of surprise appeared on his old face, and his resentful eyes instantly turned back to compassion and lovingness. He said with admiration: "The academy is indeed still academy, and I admire it."
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