The fifth volume of the pen of magic, the twenty-fifth chapter
It was late at night, and the big dark horse ran back to the Temple of Light, not daring to neigh, but kept shaking its head, the sound of hooves seemed particularly light, and the mane wet by dew danced constantly.
Suddenly, it felt someone looking at it. Looking back in shock, it saw the fat figure in the depths of the temple. In an instant, it sweated like a slurry, rinsing the dew on its body clean.
Sangsang did not punish its infidelity, and walked to the railing of the terrace behind the hall with his hands, looking at the young man slowly falling like a leaf between the cliffs, silent.
These nights, clouds covered the moon, and the vast mountains in the Xiling Divine Kingdom became a little darker and very quiet. Only the cliffs below the temple were occasionally there were extremely slight sounds.
No one except her could hear those sounds.
From the first night, she stood by the railing and watched the scene quietly. She watched him jump from the peach blossoms to the cliff, watched him fall dangerously, watched him climb up hard, watched him climb upwards,
Ye Ye was waiting to the east of the stable, watching him quietly return to the cliff before the morning light came.
She did not do anything, but just watched in silence until this time tonight, when she saw the man on the cliff raise his head and look at the temple where she was.
She knew he was looking at herself, she knew he couldn't see herself, she could see what was in his eyes. The thing in that man's eyes was called to recite. It was not to remove all thoughts, but to send his thoughts there.
Go, in other words, he is sending his thoughts to the terrace of the Temple of Light.
She is the object of missing her. She is Haotian. Humans like ants have no right to miss her, so she thinks this is a great disrespect to herself, and it should even be called blasphemy.
The disgust and anger in her consciousness erupted again in a difficult situation.
Just as the thoughts in that man's eyes burst out with uncontrollable repression.
The strong wind rose thousands of miles away on the sea of Song Kingdom, whistling through the high night sky, and the night clouds above the Kingdom of God were shocked and uneasy, and they bounced like cotton under the rope, as if they might be pulled open at any time.
The peach blossoms in the mountains were trembling, and countless thousands of petals were blown down by the wind. The roofs of several temples made of gold and jade on Peach Mountain began to make sounds of sobs and crying like ghosts and wolves howling.
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The Temple of Light is far away at the top of the peak. Ning Que's eyesight is good, he can't see clearly. Even if he can see clearly, he will never see the tall and fat woman standing by the terrace railing. And in his imagination, if his last name is
Luo, the cliff is under the balcony, so the girl next to the railing should naturally be thin and small.
He looked at that place and smiled, took all those thoughts and confusion about unknown destiny back to the depths of the sea of consciousness, calmed his mind, and continued to walk down the cliff along the cliff.
At this moment, a violent mountain wind whistled from the sky, and fell heavily on him with the fishy smell of sea water. A strong wet and cold chill felt on his face, which was vaguely felt before.
The gaze that arrived merged and immediately defeated the state of meditation he maintained!
The state of meditation is no longer there, Ning Que's hand seal will naturally disperse. What's even more terrifying is that no matter how calm he is in a dangerous moment, or even re-entering into the state of meditation, his hands cannot make hand seals again.
The night wind was too cold and too violent, and it roared violently around his body. Whenever he wanted to make handprints, it would blow away his handprints!
The true handprints of the Buddha Sect can no longer work, and there is no connection between Ning Que and the cliff. They are blown by the strong wind and fall into the abyss. At this time, they do not look like fallen leaves, but more like stones.
This time the fall was even more terrifying than the slip on the first night. Just as he breathed, he fell hundreds of feet between the cliffs, and his speed became faster and faster!
He fell into the deep night fog, and Haotian no longer favored him. The next moment he might be shaken out by the cliff, and there was no point in starting the game, and he would break out of the fog and be thrown to death.
Before the desperate situation, Ning Que made the toughest and fastest reaction. With a muffled groan, the Haoranqi in his body was released violently without hesitation. His hands suddenly stretched forward like two sharp knives, stabbing hard
Entering the hard cliff! He heard two broken sounds, and his hard arm cut a broken hole about two feet long in the cliff. Finally, he stopped falling, causing him to stop on the cliff.
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He did not get rid of the desperate situation. Although he was holding the cliff tightly now, he could no longer maintain the state of meditation of the Buddhist sect. The stark array on the cliff began to attack his eyes and sea of consciousness. He could only endure the
The severe pain and the huge * in the sea of consciousness were desperately pressing against the cold cliff wall.
Something strange happened. The forces he had noticed in the clouds on the cliffs and mountainsides swam over like snakes, and in a very short time, they filled the surface of his body.
Ning Que endured the pain in the sea of consciousness and released his mind to perceive it, but he could not confirm what those wisps of power were. When he looked at it with his naked eyes, he found that those wisps of mist were just wisps of mist.
Wandering among the cliffs of Taoshan Mountain, the mist in the Youge Pavilion was responsible for blocking the mist. Naturally, it could not be a simple mist. The wisps of mist creep into his clothes strangely, and then continued to seep into his body without blood flowing out.
But he felt a clear pain and a clear cutting feeling. As the fog invaded, he felt as if he was cutting countless sharp knives constantly.
At this moment, Ning Que was extremely awe of the viewer in the battle of Chang'an, because he finally understood what it felt like to be hit by thousands of swords and what kind of pain it was.
Then something even more incredible happened. As his hands penetrated into the cliff, this cliff that had not moved for thousands of years suddenly started to move.
No one could see the vibration of the cliff, even Ning Que, who was so close to him, could not see the vibration of the cliff, and Ning Que's ears could not hear it, but his heart could hear it.
The cliff vibrated at a soothing rhythm, which spread along his hands that were inserted between the walls to his body, to his sea of consciousness, and finally to his heart.
Ning Que's body began to shake uncontrollably, and afterimages of his clothes were shaken out. It seemed that an earthquake occurred in the depths of his sea of consciousness. The waves on the sea became even more fierce. The most terrifying thing was that his
The heart beats very strongly and powerfully, and it seems that it may break into countless petals at any time.
The cliff of Taoshan Mountain turned into a huge war drum, shaking silently between the world. Ning Que on the drum, whether it was fallen leaves or stones, would be broken by the body and mind of this war drum!
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There are two large formations on the cliff where Youge Pavilion is located, one is called "Tunxiu" and the other is called "Shocking Heart". Together, it is shocking, which can make all invading enemies die.
Ning Que felt at this time, as if ten thousand swords were constantly pricking his eyes, and ten thousand face drums were ringing in his body, and his heart might be broken at any time!
If it weren't for the experiences of these nights, he would definitely not be able to hold on to this time. If it weren't for his body being as hard as iron and stone, he would have vomited blood long ago!
Even so, his face became extremely pale and indescribable in pain, and what really made him feel unbearable were the fog of night lingering inside and outside his body.
The night fog was not condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, but the Taoist sect used the means of heaven to refine the resentment of the prisoners who had died unjustly in You Pavilion for thousands of years into a formation guarding You Pavilion!
Many of the prisoners qualified to be imprisoned in Youge Pavilion are powerful people with great supernatural powers. Their mind power was so strong and their resentment was terrible. After their death, the two were merged and then practiced by Taoist formations. Every wisp of mist was
It is a sharp blade full of negative emotions such as suffering and resentment in the world. It is extremely powerful. Otherwise, how could it be that people like Wei Guangming have been locked up for more than ten years?
No matter how strong Ning Que's willpower is, he can hold on with shocking pain, but he cannot resist the cutting of these blades of thousands of evil spirits. After all, he is not a powerful and invincible master.
His heart was beating faster and faster, the cliff in front of him became blurry, the blood flowed out of the corners of his lips became more and more, his consciousness became more and more dissipated, but the pain was still so clear.
He can no longer hold on.
Just as he was about to pull out his hands from the cliff and willing to escape from this terrifying cliff and clouds at the cost of death, suddenly a light appeared in front of him.
He thought he had an hallucination, but the next moment, he found that it was not an hallucination. The cold and dark cliff in front of him really became brighter!
The night clouds above Taoshan were blown away by hurricanes from the storm sea thousands of miles away, revealing the perfect moon. The silver moonlight shone on the mountains and fields, falling on the cliffs and on him.
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On the terrace of the Temple of Light, Sangsang held his hands and looked at the bright moon in the night sky. His ordinary face looked a little pale, not sure if it was because of weakness or other reasons.
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The moonlight was not hot. When it fell on Ning Que, he felt warmth penetrated from his body, and even the violent heart became much quieter.
The clouds and mist lingering among the cliffs were dispersed by the moonlight. He took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to calm his mind and re-enter the state of meditation. He made a hand seal with his right hand and prepared to leave.
At this moment, he suddenly saw the stone window on the cliff beside him.
That day, he saw this stone window on the cliff opposite, but there were clouds and mists on the cliffs from time to time and formations were covered, so he did not observe carefully. At this time, the clouds and mists were dispersed by the moonlight, and he re-entered the meditation again.
At the realm, I saw the stone windows and the people in the stone windows.
At this moment, Ning Que should have seized the time to leave this terrifying cliff, but looking at the stone window, he knew that he could not leave.
Because the man in the stone window was a young fat man.
The man's cheeks, which had become thinner, were rounded again because the food in Youge Pavilion was good.
He looked at Ning Que outside the stone window and was surprised to speak.
His eyes were still so clean and his expression was so friendly. When he was surprised, he was still as big as before. His mouth was so big that he could swallow Tang Xiaotang's fist.
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(Things about the role competition: I don’t know how Ye Hongyu was named the best actor. I will ask tomorrow. Regarding the photos, Sangsang really can’t find a suitable photo. Now Sang, I’m taking photos.
What Shinozaki likes to write, Well, of course, you have to be fatter than her, and you are not as handsome as she is. Now Sang is just a tall white and fat ordinary girl. Please remember. There are still two chapters tomorrow, but it will be updated later.
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