Unlike the monk who went to the sea to watch the sea, the cultivation level of the monk's heart towards the wonderful realm, this middle-aged ascetic monk who stood silently on the morning street drinking water in the ruined straw sandals, the purpose of coming to Chang'an City was very clear and clear, that is, to borrow
With the opportunity to challenge the people who have entered the academy, they will destroy or simply kill Ning Que.
Ning Que has not rested for a whole day and night, has not sleeped or even sat down. He has not eaten a grain of rice or drank a drop of water. The many emotional entanglements have made him extremely tired. Facing such a terrible Buddhist sect strongman
It seems that no matter how you look at it, it makes sense to die.
When I found out that Sangsang ran away from home early yesterday morning and seemed to be unable to see her again, Ning Que encountered the greatest fear of his life, and even had the urge to die for the first time, and cursed the lake at the Yanming Lake late at night
At that time, he was also confused and wanted to die like this.
However, Sangsang was still in Chang'an City. He finally made a difficult decision. How could he die at such a moment? If he died at this time, wouldn't the suffering and pain he had experienced before be wasted? If he died at this time, wouldn't it be useless?
Then he might as well have a happy night in Hongxiuzhao.
The middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, but he didn't want to die, so he wanted to kill the other party.
The white lotus jade in the sky could not have really been Sangsang's little feet after all. So whether it was the stone Buddha or the god hidden behind the flower rain, it could not stop him from holding the big black umbrella to go there.
As long as that place is not Sangsang that he will never be able to defeat.
Then the gods will kill the gods, and the Buddhas will kill the Buddhas.
The big black umbrella was very big, covering both eyes and the sky.
The white lotus slowly fell, some fell on the thick and greasy black umbrella surface, slowly melted invisible, and some fell on the black umbrella surface, like dewdrops falling on the drum surface, and bounced back towards the sky with a bang.
, while more white lotus flowers are close to the black umbrella and scattered everywhere in fear.
Ning Que held a big black umbrella and walked towards the blood-stained stone Buddha in the distance. His steps were slow and steady, and his expression was calm, just like a tourist walking up the lake bridge and trying to pick willows on the other side.
As he walked, the flowers and rains in the sky were disturbed, and tens of thousands of lotus petals avoided the slow-moving black umbrellas and escaped everywhere, forming countless turbulent flows.
Thousands of lotus petals roared and swung in the air, flying towards the cold and lonely air higher, then swayed and fell on the face of the stone Buddha. Because of the sticky blood, the lotus petals once fell
Then he stopped flying away and gradually covered the entire face of the stone Buddha.
The white lotus petals covered the face of the stone Buddha, and the overlapping edges faintly exuded viscous blood, making these petals look particularly clear and terrifying because of the density.
Ning Que walked in the already withered and sparse lotus rain with a big black umbrella.
He was getting closer and closer to the stone Buddha.
The middle-aged monk named Tao Shi is indeed very powerful. He is very powerful in both his own level of practice and his use of all kinds of methods in the Buddhist sect, and has even reached the level of Taoist cynical Ye Hongyu.
However, it is a pity that he is a monk who touches people with Zen and kills people with Zen.
The target he wanted to kill with Zen thought was Ning Que, who was carrying a big black umbrella.
Ning Que had little experience in fighting with Master Nian, so he was directly sent to the Lotus Pure Land by a middle-aged monk and entered an extremely dangerous situation. However, when he lived through the powerful and powerful mind power and his powerful physical ability after being possessed by his devil.
After that moment of confusion, he grasped all the situations.
Theoretically, Master Mind is the most terrifying existence among practitioners of the same realm. However, the big black umbrella can isolate the attack of invisible thought power, so Ning Que, who holds the big black umbrella, is the nightmare of all Master Mind in the world.
Because he had great doubts about the reasons why the middle-aged monk sniped himself, Ning Que wanted to know the secret behind the scenes, so he had previously inherited the lotus with his body and used this pain to delay time and ask questions. Or maybe he was just very
Just wanting to make yourself suffer? Physical pain can often relieve some mental pain or boredom, but at this time he is indeed bored to the verge of collapse.
After his mind is settled, he no longer thinks about the rest, Ning Que's murderous intent is revealed.
A powerful murderous intent passed through the handle of the umbrella tightly held by his hand to the big black umbrella, and then expanded into the space around him, causing the rain of flowers in the sky to scatter and avoid it, covering the bloody face of the stone Buddha.
Because Sangsang ran away from home, the murderous intent on his body brewed from yesterday morning to the sun. As he searched in Chang'an City, it gradually became terrifying and terrifying. At that time, he almost overturned the entire Chang'an City. Last night, he was not allowed to do so.
It was dried by the lakeside by the night wind until the sausage was as spicy and hard as it was.
You can serve wine and kill people.
Ning Que walked to the foot of the stone Buddha, carried the big black umbrella on his shoulder like a knife, and looked up.
The stone Buddha's face was covered with dense lotus petals, and blood was flowing between the petals.
The Buddha's eyes were exposed outside the petals, but the compassion and anger at the beginning had been replaced by confusion.
Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face full of blood lotus, and was silent for a moment. His right hand, hanging beside him, and his palm was a knife. He slashed his palm from a distance of hundreds of feet.
There is no sharp sound of swords breaking through the air.
There is no sword energy that can be traveled thousands of miles apart.
The sparse lotus rain dances gently.
There was no sound in front of the Buddha.
However, there was a huge deep mark on the Buddha's face.
The knife mark was generated from the Buddha's bun and extended diagonally to the lower left, cutting through the Buddha's lips that looked like a smile.
The lotus flowers crushed into mud between the marks of the knife, soaked in blood and flowed slowly.
The confusion in the eyes of the stone Buddha was quickly replaced by fear and shock.
The lotus petals began to fall off the stone Buddha's face. I don't know if it was because of the blood sticking, each petal would pull down a small stone.
The lotus gradually faded, and the cracks on the Buddha's face became deeper and were already full of holes. However, the remaining eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips all cracked and peeled off into stone rain, falling to the ground.
It looks like it is the wind and rain that has been blowing for tens of millions of years, and it is all condensed in this moment.
The stone Buddha collapsed with a bang, shaking up some smoke and dust, and a few petals of lotus flowers.
Ning Que stood in front of the pile of stones with a big black umbrella.
One thought moves is thousands of miles, ten thousand years.
The battle in the spiritual world has lasted for a long time, but on the real Chang'an Morning Street, time has just passed a very short moment.
In this moment, the thin monk who committed suicide by suicide by committing caesarean section flowed out a bit of the warm intestine held in his left hand. The pale-faced Chen Pipi thought Ning Que was dead, and then he decided to break his obsession and rules.
Begin your bloody battle career in destroying Buddha.
And after this moment, a breeze came from the street.
The breeze blew away the heat coming out of the bun shop, blew Ning Que's clothes, blew his sloppy black hair, and made the big black umbrella behind him shake slightly.
Accompanied by the wind, a breath emanated from Ning Que's body. This breath was filled with the fresh smell of life, but it was so proud and confident, and it was extremely powerful and awe-inspiring.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged monk next to the paving door.
With this glance, a soft sound came from the middle-aged monk's eyebrows, sinking down.
The sound is very light, but it seems particularly terrifying on the street in the early morning at this time.
The middle-aged monk's Lotus Pure Land was destroyed, and he sacrificed himself to become a Buddha and was destroyed. He was blocked by the strange big black umbrella and the sea of consciousness was shaken down at that moment!
The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que in confusion, shocked, despair, and anger and sadness. Two lines of blood oozed out from the corners of his lips, making a buzz from his throat, and a weak and hoarse voice shouted with a strong voice: "You are indeed "You are indeed the curtain..."
When he was dying, his words were anxious, but he had only had time to say the word "Mu".
Tangerine Pipi's face was pale and she brushed her clothes and wide sleeves hard.
The thin monk who was blocking him roared, and the sharp knife inserted into his abdomen slashed out, splashed out blood rain and sprayed on Chen Pipi, wanting to stop him for another moment.
Chen Pipi had been blocked by him for a moment before. At this moment, his mind was shocked, so how could he give him another chance? The energy of heaven and earth between his sleeves was shocked and subdued, and he easily subdued all the blood rain that was spraying towards him.
With a hiss, the cuffs broke into silk and shot out like lightning, and then turned into willow catkins and gently bent the middle-aged monk's dry lips, forcing the most subtitle back.
Because he had great doubts about the reasons why the middle-aged monk sniped himself, Ning Que wanted to know the secret behind the scenes, so he had previously inherited the lotus with his body and used this pain to delay time and ask questions. Or maybe he was just very
Just wanting to make yourself suffer? Physical pain can often relieve some mental pain or boredom, but at this time he is indeed bored to the verge of collapse.
After his mind is settled, he no longer thinks about the rest, Ning Que's murderous intent is revealed.
A powerful murderous intent passed through the handle of the umbrella tightly held by his hand to the big black umbrella, and then expanded into the space around him, causing the rain of flowers in the sky to scatter and avoid it, covering the bloody face of the stone Buddha.
Because Sangsang ran away from home, the murderous intent on his body brewed from yesterday morning to the sun. As he searched in Chang'an City, it gradually became terrifying and terrifying. At that time, he almost overturned the entire Chang'an City. Last night, he was not allowed to do so.
It was dried by the lakeside by the night wind until the sausage was as spicy and hard as it was.
You can serve wine and kill people.
Ning Que walked to the foot of the stone Buddha, carried the big black umbrella on his shoulder like a knife, and looked up.
The stone Buddha's face was covered with dense lotus petals, and blood was flowing between the petals.
The Buddha's eyes were exposed outside the petals, but the compassion and anger at the beginning had been replaced by confusion.
Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face full of blood lotus, and was silent for a moment. His right hand, hanging beside him, and his palm was a knife. He slashed his palm from a distance of hundreds of feet.
There is no sharp sound of swords breaking through the air.
There is no sword energy that can be traveled thousands of miles apart.
The sparse lotus rain dances gently.
There was no sound in front of the Buddha.
However, there was a huge deep mark on the Buddha's face.
The knife mark was generated from the Buddha's bun and extended diagonally to the lower left, cutting through the Buddha's lips that looked like a smile.
The lotus flowers crushed into mud between the marks of the knife, soaked in blood and flowed slowly.
The confusion in the eyes of the stone Buddha was quickly replaced by fear and shock.
The lotus petals began to fall off the stone Buddha's face. I don't know if it was because of the blood sticking, each petal would pull down a small stone.
The lotus gradually faded, and the cracks on the Buddha's face became deeper and were already full of holes. However, the remaining eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips all cracked and peeled off into stone rain, falling to the ground.
It looks like it is the wind and rain that has been blowing for tens of millions of years, and it is all condensed in this moment.
The stone Buddha collapsed with a bang, shaking up some smoke and dust, and a few petals of lotus flowers.
Ning Que stood in front of the pile of stones with a big black umbrella.
One thought moves is thousands of miles, ten thousand years.
The battle in the spiritual world has lasted for a long time, but on the real Chang'an Morning Street, time has just passed a very short moment.
In this moment, the thin monk who committed suicide by suicide by committing caesarean section flowed out a bit of the warm intestine held in his left hand. The pale-faced Chen Pipi thought Ning Que was dead, and then he decided to break his obsession and rules.
Begin your bloody battle career in destroying Buddha.
And after this moment, a breeze came from the street.
The breeze blew away the heat coming out of the bun shop, blew Ning Que's clothes, blew his sloppy black hair, and made the big black umbrella behind him shake slightly.
Accompanied by the wind, a breath emanated from Ning Que's body. This breath was filled with the fresh smell of life, but it was so proud and confident, and it was extremely powerful and awe-inspiring.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged monk next to the paving door.
With this glance, a soft sound came from the middle-aged monk's eyebrows, sinking down.
The sound is very light, but it seems particularly terrifying on the street in the early morning at this time.
The middle-aged monk's Lotus Pure Land was destroyed, and he sacrificed himself to become a Buddha and was destroyed. He was blocked by the strange big black umbrella and the sea of consciousness was shaken down at that moment!
The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que in confusion, shocked, despair, and anger and sadness. Two lines of blood oozed out from the corners of his lips, making a buzz from his throat, and a weak and hoarse voice shouted with a strong voice: "You are indeed "You are indeed the curtain..."
When he was dying, his words were anxious, but he had only had time to say the word "Mu".
Tangerine Pipi's face was pale and she brushed her clothes and wide sleeves hard.
The thin monk who was blocking him roared, and the sharp knife inserted into his abdomen slashed out, splashed out blood rain and sprayed on Chen Pipi, wanting to stop him for another moment.
Chen Pipi had been blocked by him for a moment before. At this moment, his mind was shocked, so how could he give him another chance? The energy of heaven and earth between his sleeves was shocked and subdued, and he easily subdued all the blood rain that was spraying towards him.
With a hiss, the cuffs broke into silk and shot out like lightning, and then turned into willow catkins and gently bent the middle-aged monk's dry lips, forcing the most subtitle back.