Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter Eighteen, The First Lecture
Qu Nimadi is the peak of the Cave Xuan Realm. She has been extremely profound in her practice for countless years, and has extremely skilled methods. She has a great reputation in the world of cultivation. However, compared with Ning Que now, she is really nothing, and her destiny is
The iron stick was cut off by Ning Que in the nunnery. What can you do with a pair of flesh palms at this time?
Sensing the sudden change of the aura of heaven and earth behind me, Ning Que lifted his right hand holding the hilt, and with a choking sound, Park's knife was unsheathed, and then passed through his armpit like a flash of lightning, deeply piercing into Qunimadi's
Lower abdomen.
Qunimadi's face was pale and she slowly sat towards the ground, but her hands were holding Park Dao tightly, with a very crazy smile on her face, as if she didn't care that the blade was cutting her fingers.
In Ning Que's understanding, this aunt with a very high-ranking Buddhist sect acted cruelly and shamelessly and cowardly. She didn't understand why she let her go, but she still wanted to attack herself and asked, "Why?"
While coughing up blood, Qunimadi said with a smile: "Because I want you to die."
Ning Que thought about it and understood the old woman's intention. He pushed Park's knife forward with his right hand. The blade cut off several fingers of the old woman, penetrated her body, and burst out a bunch of blood.
He killed too many people today, and he was numb and exhausted and even a little disgusting, so he didn't want to kill people anymore, but this does not mean that he dare not kill people, and he cannot kill people.
Qunimadi cried out in pain, her eyes slowly closed, and her body was still hanging on the blade, and she died.
Many years ago, Ning Que saw this woman for the first time in the Wasteland Royal Court. From that day on, he began a story of resentment. He did not have the seniority in the world of cultivation or his rapid improvement in strength.
He suffered a loss in front of him. However, at that time he would never have thought that one day he could kill the old woman with a random knife?
Over the years, he occasionally wondered when he met and argued again, he could use Qunimadi's name to humiliate the other party, and shouted to go fuck you, and then do it again. But after today,
Regret or not, there will never be this opportunity again.
He pulled out Park Dao and looked at Qunimadi's body. He remembered that her family was killed by herself. He thought silently, hoping that your family would be reunited, whether it was the underworld or the Pure Land created by the Buddha.
Qimei walked out of the crowd. Looking at Qunimadi, who was already lying in a pool of blood, he put his hands together and said tremblingly: "I am merciful."
Lu Chenjia walked over slowly and knelt beside Qunimadi. He reached out and held her into his arms, lowered his head slightly, looking very confused. He felt sad in his heart, but he couldn't speak or shed tears.
Ning Que turned around and looked behind the crowd. He felt the breath getting closer and closer. He confirmed that he could not leave, so he began to prepare, stretched his right hand behind him, and his fingers trembled slightly.
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A carriage slowly drove into Baita Temple and came to the rear of the crowd. The sixteen horses dragging the carriage were so tired that they foamed at white water and were about to die from strength to strength.
An old monk wearing a hat and holding a tin staff walked down from the carriage. When his right foot fell to the ground, the carriage made of fine steel was actually half a foot away from the ground.
The old monk held a tin staff and accompanied by dozens of ascetic monks, he slowly walked towards the white pagoda of Hou Temple.
People were everywhere in Baita Temple. People looked at this scene curiously, saluted extremely politely, and guessed the identity of the old monk. Gradually, a news spread among the crowd.
Yuelun Kingdom is a Buddha Kingdom, and the people of Chaoyang City are all believers of the Buddha Sect. Suddenly, they knew that the first Buddha of the Hangkong Temple was the first to preach the world, and they couldn't help but be shocked and unable to speak. They made way, knelt on both sides, and were ecstatic and excited.
He kowtowed and bowed, and seemed extremely pious. After a moment, the ground was covered with blood stains.
Wherever the old monk walked slowly, the sea of people gradually separated, like waves, revealing the sandy surface at the bottom of the sea. The wind came from the lake, and the cassock on the old monk danced lightly with the wind, as if walking in the middle of the sea.
On the other end of the sea of people, Ning Que killed someone with a knife, and forced himself to break out a bloody road in the sea of people. The two paths with completely different meanings extend opposite each other, and there will be a moment of meeting each other.
The two roads finally met, and the sea of people was divided into two sides, connected in the middle, and each other was free of obstacles to seeing each other.
The old monk saw the young man covered in blood, the daughter of the Pluto on his back, and saw him pulling his bow.
Ning Que looked at the old monk with a light cassock and saw the tin staff in his hand.
The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, slowly falling down his tin staff.
Ning Que's fingers were slightly loose, and the bowstring bounced back from his fingers.
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After killing Qu Nimadi, Ning Que knew that he could not avoid the powerful aura, so he reached behind him, not trying to comfort Sangsang, but took the iron bow from Sangsang.
As the crowd gradually became more and more divided, he had already drawn the iron bow and was aiming in that direction with the cluster of arrows.
Ning Que's hands were very stable, just like his state of mind at this moment.
He knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had never encountered in his life, so he did not hesitate or have any luck, hoping to use any tactics and use his most powerful weapon in one face.
With a buzzing sound, the bow strings shook violently, and a white turbulence burst out from the tail of the iron arrow, and then suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, the iron arrow came dozens of feet away and came to the old monk!
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Ning Que did not say a word, without a trace of expression change, without asking who the other party was, what is the intention of coming here, without pleading, without anger, without saying the Buddhist sect of the Academy, no matter who you are, shoot you first and then talk about it.
No one could have imagined that the battle began so suddenly, including the tens of thousands of people in Baita Temple, the ascetic monks from the Hanging Temple, the people from the Xiling Temple in the distance, and the officials of the Yuelun Kingdom.
Because it is sudden, it is chilling.
Ning Que noticed keenly that when he released the bowstring, the old monk wearing a hat still did not react at all, and he couldn't help feeling a little confused for a moment.
No matter how powerful a practitioner is, he dare not ignore the Yuan Shisan Arrow, which is gathered with the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Tang Dynasty. In the past battles, the strong men who took over Ning Qu's iron arrow were all
Before Ning Que emitted the arrow, he even felt the bad omen vaguely, so he had to respond in advance.
Whether it is Ye Hongyu's clever calculation, Longqing's black peach blossom, or Luo Ke's enemy is like this, because only in this way can he defeat the absolute speed represented by the Thirteen Arrows of Yuan Dynasty.
However, the old monk did nothing.
Ning Que was faintly excited because he believed that even the sword saint Liu Bai could not stand still and let himself shoot an arrow. Even the eldest brother had to move in advance.
However, he was vaguely alert because he believed that the old monk was definitely the strongest enemy he had ever met. How could he do nothing and let himself shoot to death.
Excitement and vigilance turn into uneasiness, and finally into confusion. No matter what kind of emotion it is, it is actually just a moment, countless times shorter than the moment mentioned by the Buddha Sect.
After that very short period of time, what happened left Ning Que's mind with only one emotion, that is shock, extreme shock, and there was no other thought except shock.
With a whoosh, the iron arrow shot into the old monk's heart.
The sharp arrow cluster failed to enter the old monk's body!
The iron arrow seemed to hit a steel plate, and then the hard arrow body suddenly bent!
A dull collision sound, the strong wind splattered everywhere, and the cassock on the old monk danced with the wind.
The iron arrow shot into his chest fell like straw intended to pierce the ice, and fell at the foot of the old monk, making a crisp sound.
When the wind falls, the cassock on the old monk no longer dances.
A piece of cloth fell from the old monk's chest, as if it was a dead leaf.
This is all the damage that Yuan Thirteen Arrow can cause.
The Yuan Thirteen Arrow is extremely powerful and is enough to break a mountain and a rock. Even if it hits a real steel plate, it can easily pierce it, but at this time it cannot penetrate the old monk's body!
Looking at this incredible scene, Ning Que's left hand holding the iron bow trembled slightly.
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When he was fleeing outside the west gate with Sangsang on his back, when he felt the extremely powerful aura, he had already vaguely guessed who the visitor was, but he didn't want the speculation to shake his fighting spirit, so when the crowd gradually became
When he saw the old monk for the first time, he shot out Yuan Shisan arrow.
However, the final result proves that no matter how strong his fighting spirit is, no matter how determined he is, or how he does not think about the other party's identity, those are meaningless in the face of the absolute gap in strength.
Everyone in Baita Temple had kneeled down and kowtowed to the old monk. In the hearts of the Yuelun people, this old monk was a Buddha, and the scene of the old monk carrying arrows on his body was even more
Make them in awe and excitement.
Ning Que looked at the old monk and was silent for a long time. His voice was slightly dull: "The Hanging Temple is an unknown place, and the first place to preach is even more a Buddha of the world. I really didn't expect that you would actually enter the world."
The first seat of the Xuankong Temple lectures is naturally the strongest person in the Buddhist sect. His status in the world of practice is similar to that of the Master of Zhishouguanguan and the Academy Master. How could such a person take action personally? Ning Que can handle it.
The head of the lecturer looked at Sangsang behind Ning Que and said slowly: "The daughters of the Hades appear in the world, so how can I not come? But why don't you leave?"
Ning Que was silent again, and then said, "Why am I leaving?"
The head of the lecturer looked at the corpses and endless blood behind Ning Que, and asked a few words with a sympathy.
"Why are people in the world suffering so much?"
"There is no result in doing it, why are you so cold?"
Ning Que looked at the terrible old monk, suppressed the fear in his heart with his extremely strong will, and said, "Master, you are wrong. I am not cold enough, otherwise I will find my own cause and effect. When I killed someone, I killed me.
The old man killed women, but hesitated a little when he killed children, and delayed some time, otherwise I would have left at this time."
The head of the preacher sighed and said, "It is rumored that you have become a demon. Now it seems that not only practice, but also a heart has become a demon. Since that is the case, I will send you back."
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