Volume 5, The Pen of God, Chapter 136: Demons and Ghosts at the Bottom of the River
There are tens of thousands of desperate skeletons in the dim river, chuckling skeletons. Anyone who sees this scene will feel terrifying, but Ning Que's expression has not changed at all.
The river water around the wreckage was gradually clearing, and the divine light of Haotian came out of his eyes to illuminate the thousands of skeletons floating in the river. Looking at the light, I looked a little dull for some reason.
These skeletons have not seen the light for thousands of years. They feel very strange, but they yearn for it. Then, deep in their consciousness, endless fear arises.
The bone hands around the shipwreck suddenly peeled off like weathered stones, washed away by the water flow, and the remaining bone fingers on the ship wall instantly turned into blue smoke and dissipated.
The skeletons finally woke up and screamed in surprise and ran away into the dark river water around them. Some skeletons covered their ears and did not want to hear their companions' screams. Some skeletons held their heads, as if they felt it was safer.
Whether it is the world of Haotian or the world of Buddha, who can run faster than light?
Ning Que stood on the wreckage and looked around. The radiance of Haotian shone brightly at the bottom of the filthy and dark river. Countless skeletons were purified in the screams and turned into black smoke.
The black smoke did not dissipate, but rushed towards the wreckage, soaking the river water even darker in a very short time, as if it were the substance, tightly surrounding it.
Ning Que's iron knife slashed forward but failed to cut through the black smoke. The feeling of being transmitted back from the blade was very strange, a little slippery, and extremely thick, as if it was some kind of leather, or like an internal organ.
As this strange feeling came back from the blade, there was also an extremely violent and rich desire. The desire was very pure and had nothing but greedy desire.
Ning Que's chest was slightly stuffy. He remembered the greedy expression in the tens of thousands of skeleton eyes that he had seen before. He was a little alert. He mobilized his mind and wanted to force this desire out of his body.
It was also a desire to think about it. The desire to meet his strong mind power was like fire meeting oil, which suddenly increased countless times. It was burning and invading into his consciousness.
Ning Que's heart was instantly paralyzed and his face was pale. He didn't understand what was going on. Even if he couldn't force out this desire, why did this happen.
"These black smoke is a demon." Sangsang said in his heart.
Ning Que still wonders why these demons are invisible and intangible.
"The Buddhist demon is the inner demon... the poison of greed, anger, and ignorance. It is also a genus, but it is purer, in the heart rather than the body, I am in your heart. Your heart will be poisoned."
Sangsang said: "The inner demon is in chaos and wants to enter the body, so the poison will naturally occur."
The desire from the black smoke gradually deepened, Ning Que's heartbeat became chaotic, and the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance brought by Sangsang finally broke out.
Puff, Ning Que was in great pain. He vomited blood into the black smoke in front of him.
Only sizzling sounds were heard, and the black smoke was burned by invisible flames, twisting like dark clouds in the wind, making it extremely painful, and a painful thought came faintly from the depths.
At this time, Sangsang was helping him. His body was filled with the divine light of the sky, and the same was true in his blood, full of the power of holy light. After the blood entered the black smoke, it naturally began to purify.
Ning Que understood what to do. He raised the iron knife and cut it hard on his palm. His qi was almost complete, and his body was as hard as a rock, but this was his own intention. His iron knife, the blade was cold and ruthless, still
A knife cut out of his palm, and blood gradually oozed out. Apply a dark iron knife.
He raised his head, held the hilt of the knife with his left hand and stabbed it hard. The feeling from the blade was still so tough and sticky, but as the blood on the blade stained into the black smoke, the feeling was that
It faded gradually, and the blade gradually penetrated deeper until it entered one foot of black smoke.
Ning Quehao got up, and his right hand hit the hilt like an iron hammer. Two powerful forces stacked forward and backward, like waves on the river surface. With a puff, the iron knife completely disappeared into the black smoke.
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Countless terrifying lights of Haotian gushed out from the iron knife, and the black smoke kept struggling, as if internal organs were squirming, looking a little disgusting and a little scary.
A strong smell of burnt came from the black smoke, and the light came from the blade, and then spread around at a speed visible to the naked eye, illuminating the bottom of the river and illuminating the true face of the inner demon.
The inner demon is a virtual object, invisible and physical, it is black smoke, but it hangs like a curtain in the black smoke at the bottom of the river, with countless unjust souls and countless desires. Ning Que even saw his face inside.
He knew very well that if he continued to fight with the inner demon like this, he would eventually enter the battle at the level of consciousness. If it were the past, he would naturally not be afraid, but now Sangsang is in his heart, and he is also infected with the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. He is absolutely decisive.
It is too dangerous to refuse to let the inner demons enter your body.
The Haotian Divine Light continued to burn, as if it was endless. The iron knife inserted in the black smoke became looser. Ning Que stood at the bow of the shipwreck, poured Haoran gas into his arms, and dragged it hard!
There was only a loud bang - it was not the sound of water, it was the bottom of the river, not the surface of the river, no matter how big the waves were, it would not make such a sound - it was the sound of black smoke being cut, and thousands of resentful ghosts,
And more than ten viscous substances transformed from desires surged out of the cut of the iron knife.
Ning Que pretended not to see this disgusting and weird scene, lowered his head and continued to move his wrist. The iron knife kept walking in the black smoke, and in an instant it cut the black smoke into countless pieces.
The black curtain shattered, and the body of the inner demon was destroyed, just like the fish crane being broken, and countless resentful ghosts and desires were transformed into sticky objects, like water gushing out of the fish crane's mouth, rushing towards the shipwreck.
The viscous substances transformed by desires cannot move far after losing their demon bodies and slowly sink to the bottom of the river. However, those resentful ghosts have no weight and come lightly along the water flow to the shipwreck.
Countless resentful souls avoided the iron sword burning with divine light, climbed onto Ning Que's clothes, and began to drill into his body desperately, making cheerful screams, the screams were faint and thin, like mosquitoes and flies.
There are also many resentful ghosts who climbed towards Sangsang's divine body after landing on the wreck of the ship. They felt that this body was more delicious and powerful, and they called more cheerfully. However, when these resentful ghosts really climbed onto Sangsang's divine body
The cheerful scream quickly turned into a scream of horror, and the next moment it was purified into nothingness.
Ning Que's eyes were like stars, seeing these pictures clearly, and a clearer feeling came from the skin. He could feel the extreme chill brought by countless innocent souls, as well as those extremely resentful anger and unwillingness, which was very similar to the beginning.
The meaning of the Youge Pavilion formation felt on the cliff of Taoshan.
With Sangsang's help, his current body has endless brilliance of the Haotian divine light, but he cannot be like Sangsang's divine body. He only resigned to his innate power.
Logically speaking, he should have forced out the Haotian divine light from his body at this time and directly burned these resentful ghosts to death, but he thought that Sangsang was deeply poisoned. Seeing that the battle after Buddha was the top priority. He thought
Save a little, so I did nothing and let countless resentful ghosts climb onto their bodies.
In a short time, the shipwreck was occupied by countless resentful ghosts. The middle section of the ship where Sangsang's body was very clean, and the bow was much more lively and terrifying. Thousands of resentful ghosts had already squeezed into one.
The huge black ball is like a school of fish on the bottom of the sea. Ning Que is in the deepest part.
His eyes penetrated the ghost in front of him, and saw a little ghost trying desperately into his shoes, lifting his knees and then falling down, trampling the little ghost into several soul threads.
With his movements, the resentful ghosts attached to the surface of his body fluttered like water plants, but none of them fell down. The ghosts greedily tore his clothes, gnawed on his skin, and spread countless ways to his body.
The resentful thoughts are wanted to get in and eat his flesh and soul.
For practitioners, this situation is terrible, but Ning Que is very calm. He has experienced this feeling or pain, and he knows that as long as his mind is stable, there will be no danger.
He has been walking between life and death since childhood, and suffered from the sufferings of the world. Later, he entered the academy to practice peerless Dharma, facing the wall in the hanging temple. He also practiced Buddha in the chessboard world for countless years. In terms of stability in mind, how many people in the world can surpass him?
Ning Que remained motionless, and the resentful ghost in the river kept pounced on the shipwreck. The soul group became bigger and bigger, and was about to touch the water. He closed his eyes in the soul group, waiting for the arrival of that moment.
After a while, most of the resentful ghosts in the river came to the shipwreck and surrounded him, shouting proudly and buzzing. Occasionally, a few ghosts floated outside, looking very anxious.
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"Little devils, don't be too naughty." Ning Que thought so.
As his thoughts slightly changed, a very bright red appeared at the bottom of the dim river. With a violent roar, the bright red Vermilion Bird flew away from the iron knife and flew around his body at high speed.
Wherever the Vermilion Bird's wings passed, the river evaporated into bubbles, and the fire squirted wildly. The innocent ghosts surrounding Ning Que had no time to escape, and the whine sounded turned into blue smoke!
In an instant, the bow of the ship became extremely clear, and there was only clear river water left around Ning Que's body. Where could he find the wronged ghost? Where would he have the cold and resentful thoughts?
More than a dozen resentful ghosts did not squeeze into the boat. I was a little unwilling to accept it, but I didn't expect the situation to change so much. I desperately fled to the darkness of the river, screaming in horror.
The Vermilion Bird would not allow these filthy things to escape. With a loud roar, it flapped its wings and flew again, chasing the resentful ghosts. The fire wings swept lightly, and the resentful ghosts turned into blue smoke.
However, just as Suzaku was proud and ready to fly back to the shipwreck, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the dark river, poking out like lightning, binding Suzaku!
The Vermilion Bird roared angrily, vibrating his wings and struggling constantly, but he couldn't move at all!
Looking at this scene, Ning Que's expression was slightly stern.
He knew very well that as the killing talisman of the God of Shocking Formation, Zhuque's strength was almost as strong as the peak of Zhiming's life. If the white shadow could suppress it so easily, he would definitely have the strength above the five realms!
What was that white shadow? Ning Que felt familiar. When he looked closely, he found that it was a white bone whip, but it was countless times thicker than the white bone whip he had encountered on the river surface before.
At this moment, the white bone whip slowly flowed out of the dark river.
The Vermilion Bird was bound by white bones and was unable to escape, which was very miserable.
Ning Que looked at the white bone whip that was gradually moving out of the black water, and his expression became more and more serious. When he saw the huge figure behind the white bone whip, he was even more shocked and speechless.
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(The chapter name yesterday was not very suitable for use, so this chapter was not useful. I will use the new chapter name directly. In the next chapter, I will try to write it before twelve:30.)