No matter how powerful a cultivator is, if his heart is stabbed directly, he should definitely die, right?
Ning Que was still extremely vigilant, because the old monk's realm strength had exceeded all his combat experience, and he didn't know what kind of survivability the opponent, who had vaguely passed through the fifth realm, had.
So he didn't just draw the knife, but stared at the old monk's eyes close at hand, looked at the vitality in the deepest part of the old eyes, turned his wrist hard, and let the cold blade directly shatter the old monk's heart into pieces.
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The old monk's body suddenly twitched and he clutched his chest in pain, but he did not die immediately.
Ning Que frowned and was about to take out his sword and chop off the man's head directly.
The old monk stared at Ning Que's waist and suddenly laughed maniacally. The maniacal laughter was weak, and finally turned into a cry. He gasped and said: "So that's it. Is this destiny?"
This old and peerless strong man finally understood something from Ning Que before his death, and murmured: "I am a devil in life... I am also a devil in death... I
I thought I could...jump out of the Three Realms in this life, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't know my life until I finally returned..."
"Always in this mountain."
Ning Que didn't care what the old monk was saying. He was not a literary young man and had no interest in listening to the last words of a powerful enemy before his death. He just wanted to kill the opponent thoroughly and end this nightmare-like encounter.
However, when he wanted to pull out the simple knife, he found that the old monk's body seemed to have turned into a quagmire, and the sharp and smooth blade was tightly withered in his chest.
Fortunately, no powerful force was transmitted from the blade, and his sea of consciousness did not suffer another mental attack.
Since you can't pull out the knife, go deeper.
Ning Que grunted and used his hands again. The simple knife in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the awe-inspiring sword energy from his chest and abdomen spurted along the blade without hesitation.
After being deliberately shocked, the old monk vomited blood.
He has been imprisoned here for decades, with only water dripping from the cracks of the bluestones to drink, and only white bones and mummified corpses to eat. Although the old monk is a master of the great realm of fasting, he is still tortured into a human shape, probably because of the lack of water.
The blood that was spat out was actually black and extremely sticky, like the oil at the bottom of a stove that is used to seeing fireworks.
The old monk slowly sat upright, ignoring the awe-inspiring intentions that were destroying all the vitality in his organs. He looked at Ning Que's face in front of him, slowly spread his hands on his knees, and re-formed his world-famous lotus seal.
Previously cut by a blade, only four thumbs were left in his hands. The bones between the severed fingers were oozing with blood, which looked extremely terrifying. However, as soon as the incomplete lotus seal appeared, a pure aura suddenly enveloped his body.
The body's gentle and compassionate feelings gradually spread among the broken bones on the ground.
There is a lotus in the west that falls gracefully into the world. It has thirty-two petals. The petals are different, and each one is a world:
Now there are only four petals left, and they belong to the same world, but it is peaceful because of it.
Since it is not outside the Three Realms, since it is only in this mountain, then why do you have to imagine countless worlds? If you want to transcend the Three Realms, why do you have to let the petals fly away with the wind, and bloom quietly in the mountains, which is more beautiful:
Master Liansheng looked at Ning Que's eyes and nose quietly:
Then Yuque heard his voice
He was not controlled by Master Liansheng's spiritual power and forced to enter the world one foot in front of the other person. Instead, the two people's souls met in the spiritual realm, so that they could feel the other person's consciousness, or intention.
The moment they met, Ning Que could clearly tell that the other person's mind was very calm at this moment. It was not happiness, but a clear understanding after a thorough understanding. This feeling even seemed a bit close.
Master Liansheng's eyes were as warm as a spring lake, and he looked at Ning Quegong quietly.
"What is it that I am pursuing? What is it that our generation is pursuing? Under the way of heaven, can there be a new world that is different from the past? I don't know, and I don't know if Ke Haoran knows it in the end. .”
He looked at the mottled scratches on the bluestone wall, and a smile appeared on his pale, old face.
"In the end, you won, and your descendant won, but can he win the final victory? The Demon Sect was destroyed because of you and me, will it be revived in his hands? My revenge against you will probably start like this, But I don’t know how it will end, or should this be the beginning of revenge against Haotian?”
Then Master Liansheng withdrew his gaze and continued to look into Ning Que's eyes.
There was a buzz in Ning Que's mind, and he felt that many things were coming from the old monk's crystal calm eyes. Those things were not specific knowledge of practice, nor pictures, but just some vague feelings.
"You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate Buddhism. Then please walk bravely into the night. Although you have no chance of success and may die just as you set off, I still bless you and curse you. "
Master Liansheng watched him quietly as he spoke his last words in this world, slowly closed his eyes, and spread out his hands on his knees, like white lotus flowers expressing gratitude.
Ning Que held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and looked in front of him in confusion.
There seemed to be a slight sound as the wind blew by, and the old monk's body hanging on the blade suddenly dried up and spread apart like a weathered sand sculpture, falling to the ground among the messy bone fragments, making a rustling sound.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bones to bones.
Liansheng, the son of a noble family in the Song Dynasty, came to this world with water lilies. He was already possessed by the devil when he was still a pure and innocent baby today. This was not something he could choose, because his family has been a member of the devil sect since his ancestors. Got it
After the marriage, his beloved wife discovered the secret and was killed by his father.
They built a hut next to the tomb to stay with each other. They could not live together and wanted to die together, so they went to the tomb late at night and prepared to die together. The night was stormy and rainy. He meditated in front of the tomb for half the night, put on wet clothes, returned, and began to travel around the world: he left the family , practiced all the way, showed wonderful scenes in Lanke Temple, and became famous all over the world.
He wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, but when the leader of the Xiling Temple asked him to join the Demon Sect, he came to the Demon Sect's mountain gate deep in the wilderness for the first time, and found that he was as close as returning to a real family, and then he realized that he really was He was born here, not a temple, not a temple, not a shrine, not a tile mountain, but a mountain abandoned by Haotian. He still wants to destroy the... demon sect that has rotted and become as smelly as the mud at the bottom of the lotus pond. , however, he discovered that there should be rebirth after destruction, so he wanted to create a new demon sect and then create a new world.
He has an unparalleled talent, and has practiced Taoism, Buddhism, and Demonism, with the intention of covering the sky with demons, obeying the sky with Tao, and finally reaching the other shore with Buddhism, jumping out of the three realms, and not being among all living beings. Only in this way can he wipe out the world in a new world. Go to the ruthless heaven in the old world to find something he wants to find through time.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually he did not know what evil was. He did many earth-shattering things, achieved a world-shaking reputation, and killed thousands of people. Then he met a man named Ke Haoran.
At this time, he had already arranged everything, he only needed to hide on the ink jade throne in Taoshan Temple and wait patiently, waiting for Ke Haoran to die, waiting for Master to die, and then he would start to change this world.
However, one day he saw a woman next to Ke Haoran. The woman had a pure and charming smile on her face, much like his former wife. He smiled gently like a friend, and then started to start in advance.
He didn't succeed.
He was imprisoned in the underworld for decades:
He waits for hope in despair.
Then he died the moment he saw hope.
It wasn't until he saw death that he realized that he didn't care about anything.
Only then did he realize that he had been just waiting for death.
That rainy night that year, he didn't have the courage to dig up the tomb
From then on, the world became a lonely tomb for him.
He's an obsessive gravedigger
He is the long dead person in the tomb
Ning Que stood there with a bewildered expression, and the simple knife in his hand slowly dropped.
Master Liansheng died like this, but the fragments of consciousness that were previously transferred to his mind still exist.
Those feelings are complicated and even confusing, just like Master Liansheng.
The last sword intentions in the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall were still pouring into his body, slowly transforming his body together with the breath of heaven and earth. The tattered cotton jacket was covered with gray-white cotton and trembled slightly.
Ning Que wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, propped himself on the ground with a knife, and trudged towards the corner. After confirming that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu were just in a coma and not dead, he finally felt relieved.
If he had followed his original approach, he would have definitely taken advantage of Dao Chi's coma to kill her with a single blow. However, looking at the horrific bite marks on her body, he didn't know why he didn't take action.
Ning Que sat down against the wall, lowered his head and looked at his chest, and began to cough violently.
Feeling the changes in his body and savoring the consciousness that the old monk had given him, fear and uneasiness gradually took over his mind - if these things were known to others, what would be the attitude of the Master and the academy?
The biggest supporter, how can you survive in a world full of Haotian's divine glory?
The connection was severely damaged, and his body was on the verge of collapse. At this time, he finally relaxed. The fear caused by reason mixed with the injury hit him hard, making him painful and anxious, unable to calm down. He even had no time to think about how to leave the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and painfully
Frowning, I don't know how to face my future life.
Full of doubts and fears, Ning Que leaned against the wall and passed out.
The awe-inspiring designs on the mottled stone wall drifted down, lingering indifferently on his unconscious body. The speed of the infusion of the breath of heaven and earth became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that it would continue like this forever as long as he lived.
He became possessed deep in the mountains abandoned by Haotian.
At this time, in the far north of the remote wilderness, the hot sea gradually froze and entered a long night.
This time the night comes and it seems that it will never leave again.