Nightfall

Text] The second volume of the winter in the winter, Chapter 69

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Ning Que was standing among the rocks in the mountains and valleys, feeling the breath, frowning slightly while covering her ōng mouth. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he seemed to be stuffed with dozens of pebbles in his mouth It's about to reach the throat, the panic is blocked, Tao is uncomfortable, where can I still speak.

Previously, he failed to understand that Mo Shanshan's block barrier was a stone. It was not until these stones of different shapes filled his eye sockets and blocked his ōng abdomen that he realized that the so-called block barrier was the ōng abdomen. I do n’t know what caused the injustice, and those inconsistencies eventually condensed into stones, which must not be unhurried.

Stone is the most common and unusual thing in the world. Silence has existed between heaven and earth for thousands of years. It can grow grass but the grass is foreign matter. It can crack but the crack is still a stone, even if it is weathered into gravel, it is still a descendant of the stone. , Its body is so strong and pure, as if there will never be any change.

Ning Que looked at the thousands of stones that filled the world and could n’t help remembering that Master Yan Se said something, the pavilions and pavilions were always blown by the wind and rain, and Shi Ji was speechless for thousands of years. It's extremely clean.

Everything in heaven and earth has its own breath, that is tooth, breath, and gold is also inconvenient. Only the stubborn stone is the most silent and low-key. Its breath is thick but deeply confined, and it is never willing to breathe out, so for the face of the practitioner In other words, stones are the most difficult to perceive, and it is very difficult to control them.

Thinking of these stones at the bottom of the lake, in the sea, in the mountains, and under Tian Kui, An quietly existed for countless years, nourishing their own breath, but unwilling to let the world know ... Ning Que suddenly wanted to understand some things.

Mozong's cultivation practice absorbs the natural breath in the body. If a world is created in the body, this is a great blasphemy and disrespect in the doctrine of Haotian, so it will be called a demon in the world.

How similar are the stones in this massive formation to those who cannot tolerate the practice of the Demon Sect?

The unbearable stubbornness of this staff member between heaven and earth is not the silent rebellion against Haotian?

Fuxian practice will reach the same river at high depth.

Mo Shanshan is obsessed with Fu Dao and naturally with arrays. She feels the magic of this large array and finds herself in the middle. It suddenly seems to have become a small stubborn stone for thousands of years under the water.

The breath of a large block ... made her pale cheeks feel tired ... She didn't care about the pain in her body, and looked around all around ... The stones piled up in Luàn, focusing on the hidden dogs secret.

Ning Que looked at her frowning eyebrows and shook her head. "These stones are metaphorical to a certain attitude. I think that the person who had the ability and courage to set up this large group of people at that time could only be the preacher in the wilderness. , But eventually betrayed the bright God Thunder, which Haotian created Mozong. "

Mo Shanshan raised his head, and his beautiful micro-round cheeks were filled with surprise and puzzlement. After a moment, I realized that the position here is Mozong Mountain mén. Of course, the masters who set up a large base are of course inseparable from Mozong. .

She believes Ning Que ’s inference. Although there are some regrets that such a beautiful and magical large array was created by the demons, but she did not consider too much, and her mind quickly immersed in this mountain and valley of stones in.

The bottom of the lake is dry and gravel, and there are tens of thousands of stubborn stones lying on the wilderness. This kind of scenery can't be seen as beautiful, but in the eyes of bookworms, it is beautiful. There is great wisdom that makes her feel palpitations. .

"Why do you block your heart?"

Looking at the tens of thousands of stubborn stones traversing between the heavens and the earth ... The young nv looked drunk and muttered: "The man used thousands of lake water ... Covering the blocks with the gentleness of the lake and killing the corners, when the array is broken, According to the force of nature, the lake will be led away, and the block formation will reappear in the world. This kind of water is really amazing. "

Ning Que had lived a hard life since childhood. Although he wrote a good hand, he did not produce a good wet, weak aesthetic and no interest. In the face of the mountains and broken stones, he really saw what beauty, more Not surprisingly, he was only surprised that the stones in the belly of ōng were gushing out of the throat tube, and it was hard to get extreme. He was anxious to find a way to leave or walk in, watching Mo Shanshan intoxicated, although he could not bear it. He still had to interrupt the other party with extreme disappointment and asked, "Zhan Ran is so powerful, can we go in?"

Everyone in the world is known as a bookworm xìng Qingshujingxianzheng, but the office carries a word of infatuation, once it is really intoxicated, it will cry and forget the world outside, and even forgot all the injuries in its body, where is this It ’s so easy to wake up. She did n’t hear Ning Que ’s words at all. She looked sad and said: “This blockade was actually destroyed once, and now there are only about one in a hundred. It ’s a pity. When the block base is intact, what will it look like, and I do n’t know if there will be anyone in the future who can make the block base reappear.

She was very sad, but Ning Que was a little bit happy, thinking that if it were n’t for her, the two of them would already have teeth. . "

Mo Shanshan was silent and did n’t know what question he was thinking about. The thin slender eyelashes shook gently. After a while, thin chún opened slightly, watching Ning Que seriously and said: Brother Thirteen Shun, you are right, you can see in the world. There are very few people who come to this block barrier. I have seen it and understood it in my job. Then I will have to find a way to reproduce it in the future. If I do n’t work hard to study, the block barrier really disappears, so if it ’s mine responsibility. "

Ning Que didn't think of a random sentence that made her take the initiative to carry such a heavy responsibility. There are always interruptions in the practice of the world. If you can regain this magical array, it is naturally a good thing, but he also Some worry that whether such a heavy duty will affect her mental state and practice ... is speechless.

Suddenly he thought of a problem.

With only one percent of the power of the stubborn rocks in the mountains, it is so powerful. What kind of invincible existence should be when it was intact? This legendary formation method called block barrier can make the bookworm mí drunk like this, and can leave his own reputation in the Xiling Canon, but was ruined by people? Who was capable of destroying such a large formation?

Thinking about this problem, he watched an ordinary and strange stone crouch down in front of him, slowly stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the two mosses on the stone. As the fingertips moved, the moss was carved and carved out of the traces of deep bones.

Those traces are clear scratches, covered by lake water and moss for decades, and disappeared.

Ning Que turned his head to look elsewhere, and found that there were similar moss-like moss on some stones in this large formation. Presumably, those mosses under the moss-like shape also had similar sword marks. The sword marks on the stone are divided into two, concise and sloppy, and even a bit sloppy. They are randomly drawn from left to right, but they show an unmatched strong sense. After many years, the moss attached to the scratch and wrote a word.

Ning Quela felt the touch of her fingertips, and the weak breath remaining between the scratches. She knew that these simple and powerful scratches directly destroyed the foundation of the large barrier.

The breath between the scratches is very familiar and very close. It is exactly the same as the breath that Beijing guided him to this verdant valley a few days ago. It just needs to fade away a lot. It should be just the remnant of that breath.

Then he noticed that the cross section of Xiao Xie's stones was too smooth, obviously cut open, looking for three pieces to be put together, and found that a whole stone was cut into two by three strokes.

The three truncated stones returned to the whole according to the smooth scratches, and a few floating dust was sprayed between the gaps, and those remaining breaths also became thicker.

Ning Que silently looked at the sword marks on the stone in front of him, as if he once again saw the cedar tree stubbornly surviving at the top of the snow peak. The thousand-year-old snow did not bend its waist. day.

The breath of the man who broke the battle many years ago is very similar to the breath of the block formation. They are all so stubborn and unwilling to be full of edges and corners, but the fine taste is essentially different.

Thousands of years ago, the bright priest who created the Devil Sect was locked in the stone when he was in a large formation. He only traversed between heaven and earth in a silent gesture, expressing his attitude and strength with silence and angular upwards.

The breath remaining from the sword marks of the man who broke the battle dozens of years ago, the message conveyed is even more vivid, bright, and although silent at all times, there is no self-locking intention, and he is free to release it freely. Straighten his waist and poked a sword. When he didn't say it, he disdained it. Once he said it, he wanted to let the whole **** know.

Why is it poured?

Mo Shanshan said that there is only a thousand hectares of lake water.

Ning Que looked at the sword marks on the stone and knew there were other answers, at least many years ago.

Decades ago, it was still this verdant valley, and the water of Qianqing Lake was quietly hidden in between.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, and the mén formation of Mozong Mountain started, and the lake water drained away, and the water fell into stone.

Stones emerged from the block, traversing the world and blocking the world road.

A blue-collar scholar walks the world on a little black donkey.

Suddenly the road ahead was blocked, and the mountains and valleys of stones made him unhappy and made him unhappy.

So he chōu outstretched his waist ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to cut all the legendary blocks into a blow.

Then he rode on the little black donkey and continued to scold the world. Meier and Shencai flew equally, so pleased.

Why is it poured?

It's enough to be awesome in ōng.

Decades later, Ning Que knelt three heads respectfully before kneeling and scratching on the stone.

The familiar and intimate breath on the sword marks condensed into a high mountain in his sea of ​​knowledge. This mountain is high and not dangerous. It seems to be like the big mountain behind the academy. It makes his eyes slightly sour, and there is endless feelings in ōng.

Such a character is indeed worthy of the second brother to worship with his life, it is worthy of Jane to remember with the rest of his life, and it is also worthy of his unreasonable and full of vicissitudes of pride, from his knees to his numbness.

(This chapter is really cool. There are too many characters in my story that match my aesthetic. When I wrote them, I was very happy. Today Monday, please support me for the recommendation ticket. Thank you.)