Nightfall

No matter how powerful the cultivator is, his heart is directly pierced, should he die?

Ning Que is still extremely vigilant, because the old monk's realm strength has exceeded all his combat experience. He does not know what kind of survivability the opponent has already crossed the five realms.

So he didn't pull out the knife, but stared at the old monk's eyes, and looked at the vitality of the oldest eye, his wrist turned hard, so that the cold blade directly shook the old monk's heart into fragments .

The old monk's body suddenly twitched, covering his chest in pain, but did not die immediately.

Ning Que frowned, ready to draw Park knife and directly cut off the person's head.

The old monk stared at Ning Que's waist, and suddenly laughed madly, but the laughter of the mad laughter was very weak, and finally turned into a crying voice, breathing and said: "It is like this, is this the fate of life."

At this moment before the arrival of the dying peerless old man, he finally understood something from Ning Que's body and murmured: "Birth is a devil ... Death is also a devil ... My life Self-righteous ... I jumped out of the three realms, but I didn't think I would know my life until I finally returned ... "

"... always in this mountain."

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Ning Que did not care what the old monk was saying. He was not a literary youth. He did not listen to the hobbies of powerful enemies before he died. He just wanted to kill each other completely and put an end to this nightmarish encounter.

However, when he wanted to draw Park Sword, he found that the body of the old monk seemed to be a quagmire at this time, and the sharp and smooth blade was tightly stuck in the chest cavity.

Fortunately, no powerful force came from above the blade, and his knowledge of the sea did not suffer a mental attack again.

Since the knife cannot be drawn, it is deeper.

Ning Que groaned, his hands pressed hard again, and the Park knife in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the mighty sword gas between his chest and abdomen flowed all along the knife body without hesitation.

The old monk wowed his blood with a sword-like shock.

Detained here for decades, only dripping water in the gap between the bluestones and drinking, only white bones edible, although the old monk is able to break the valley of the big realm, but still tortured inadequate, probably because of lack of water, The blood he spit out at this time was actually black and extremely sticky, like the oil at the bottom of a stove pan used to see fireworks.

The old monk slowly sat upright, ignoring the vast sword that was destroying all vitality in the internal organs, looking at Ning Que's face in front of him, his hands spread slowly on his knees, and he re-formed a lotus seal in his famous world.

Previously cut by the blade, he now has only four fingers left in his hands, and the bones between the broken fingers are bleeding with blood, looking very terrifying, but the broken lotus is printed, and a clear breath suddenly envelopes his The body, gentle compassion gradually spread out among the broken bones.

In the west, there are lotus petals falling into the world, with thirty-two petals on their own. The petals are different, and each is a world.

Now there are only four petals remaining in the same world, but it is calm.

Since it is impossible to jump out of the Three Realms, and since it is only in this mountain, why do you have to fantasize that countless worlds want to surpass the Three Realms, and why do you want the petals to go with the wind, and bloom in the mountain quietly, but more beautiful.

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Master Liansheng looked at Ning Que's eyes quietly.

Then Ning Que heard his voice.

He was not controlled by Master Liansheng ’s spiritual power and was forced to enter the world one foot in front of the other. It's just that the hearts of two people meet in the spiritual category, so that they can feel each other's consciousness, or mind.

At the moment of meeting the moment, Ning Que clearly judged that the other party's mind was very calm at this time, not joy, but a kind of insight after deep understanding, which even seemed a little close.

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Master Liansheng's eyes were as warm as Spring Lake, quietly watching Ning Que.

"What am I looking for? What is our generation looking for? Under heaven, can there be a new world that is not quite the same as before? I do n’t know, I do n’t know if Ke Haoran finally knew whether . "

He looked at the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall, a pale smile on the pale old face.

"Ultimately you won, your successor won, but can he win the final victory? Will the demons be destroyed by you and me, will he be restored in his hands? My revenge on you will probably start like this, But I do not know how it will end, or this should be the beginning of revenge against Haotian? "

Then Master Liansheng withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Ning Que's eyes.

With a buzz in Ning Que ’s head, he felt that many things had passed from the calm eyes of the old monk. Those things were not specific spiritual knowledge, nor pictures, but just some non-existent feelings.

"You are already enchanted. If you want to repair the demon, you must first repair the Buddha. Then please bravely go to the night. Although you have no chance of success, you may die on the road, but I still bless you and curse you. "

Master Liansheng watched quietly as he said the last word in the world, slowly closing his eyes, his hands resting on his knees spread out, like the white lotus withered.

Ning Que held the knife handle tightly with both hands and stared blankly in front of him.

It seemed that there was a wind blowing with a subtle sound, and the body of the old monk hanging above the blade was like a weathered sand sculpture, suddenly cracked and scattered, and fell to the ground between the messy bones, rustling.

Dust is dust, soil is earth, bones are bones.

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Son of the Song Dynasty family came to this world with water lilies. He was enchanted when he was a naive and innocent baby. This is not something he can choose, because his family has been a member of the Mozong since his ancestors. .

After marriage, his beloved wife discovered the secret and was killed by his father.

He stood beside the tomb and could not die with the same life, so he entered the tomb late at night to prepare for martyrdom. At night, he pondered in the middle of the night in the grave, returned in a wet suit, and began to travel around the world.

He left the family and practiced all the way, showing the wonderland in the Lanke Temple, famous in the world.

He wanted to destroy Mozong, but when Xiling Temple taught him to enter Mozong for the first time, when he came to Mozong Mountain Gate in the depths of the wasteland, he found himself as close as returning to a real family, only to realize that he really was Born to be people here, not a temple or a temple, a temple or a mountain, but a mountain abandoned by Haotian.

He still wanted to destroy the devil that had rotted and became smelly like mud at the bottom of the lotus pond. However, he found that he should be reborn after the destruction, so he wanted to create a new devil and then create a new world.

He possessed the talents of the world, and he had three cultivations of Taoism and Demon, and he intended to cover the sky with magic, to obey the sky with Tao, and finally to reach the other shore with the Dharma. The ruthless heavenly path of the old world, to retrieve something he wanted to find through time.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually did not know who was evil. He did a lot of earth-shattering events, achieved the prestige of the world, killed thousands of people, and then he met a person named Ke Haoran.

At this time, he had already arranged everything. He just had to wait patiently on the Mo Jade Seat hidden in the Taoshan Temple, wait for Ke Haoran to die, and wait for the Master to die, and he would start to change the world.

However, one day he saw a woman beside Ke Haoran, who had a pure and charming smile on her face, much like his former wife. He smiled gently like a friend, and then started to advance.

He did not succeed.

He was imprisoned in the nether world for decades.

He waited for hope in despair.

Then the moment I saw hope, I died.

He didn't realize that he didn't care about anything until he saw death.

He realized that he had been just waiting for death.

That rainy night that year, he had no courage to dig the tomb.

Since then, the world has been a solitary tomb for him.

He is a grave digger.

He is a dead person in the tomb.

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Ning Que stood still in a state of anxiety, and the Park knife in his hand slowly fell.

Master Liansheng died in this way, but the fragments of consciousness that had previously passed to his mind still existed.

Those feelings are complicated and even confusing, just like Master Liansheng.

The last sword intentions in the mottled sword marks on the blue stone wall still poured into his body, and together with the breath of heaven and earth, he slowly transformed his body, and the ragged cotton jacket fluttered with gray cotton, trembling slightly.

Ning Que wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, struck the ground with a knife, and struggled to walk towards the corner, confirming that Moshan Mountain and Ye Hongyu only fell into a coma, and did not die, before finally letting go.

If according to his original way of doing things, he would definitely take the opportunity of Dao Chi's coma and kill her directly with a knife, but at this time looking at the scary bite scars on her body, I don't know why he didn't start.

Ning Que sat down against the wall, looked down at her chest, and began to cough violently.

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The connection was severely damaged, and his body was on the verge of collapse. At this time, he finally relaxed, and the fear brought by his reason was mixed with the injury, which made him feel anxious and uneasy. Frowning, he wondered how to face his future life.

With full of doubts and fears, Ning Que stunned by the wall.

The mighty sword fell on the mottled stone wall, lingering indifferently on his unknowing body. The breathing of heaven and earth breathing became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that he would continue this way as long as he lived.

He fell into the depths of the mountains abandoned by Haotian.

At this time in the far north of the wilderness, Atami gradually icy and entered a long night.

This time the night is coming, it seems that it will not leave.

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