Nightfall

In the sound of Li Xiao, the audience came to Ning's absence, and there was blood on the snowy street. 【Ye * zi】 【Yu * you】

Yulian cut off the Rainbow Bridge, and the master took hold of his feet. He couldn't leave Chang'an City from the air, so he could only hard-wire Ningqian's knife.

He was miserable at this time like a criminal who was half-deadly punished, covered in blood and bones, but he still thought he could catch the knife.

The situation of watching the Lord fluttering is still like a fairy, a white bone fairy.

He pointed out the blade.

His expression is solemn and solemn, like the monarch of the kingdom of God walking on earth.

The breath on him suddenly changed and became extremely awe-inspiring.

A breath that was colder than the abyss and lonely than death passed from his fingertips to the blade of the iron sword. In an instant, the blade was covered with a layer of frost.

What a powerful breath of silence.

Suzaku screamed angrily, and an endless flame spewed out, fighting against the silence.

The front end of the iron knife wins over the ice, exuding a heart-pounding sense of silence, covered with snow and frost, and the end close to Ning Que's right hand is very hot, emitting flames to the outside world.

Two extreme auras are the most dangerous resistance on such a plain knife. No one knows whether the iron knife will be frozen into scrap iron in the next moment, or it will burn all the world's silence.

Just then, the iron knife made a very clear sound in the hurricane that rolled up on the snowy street. It was the sound of metal objects impacting, and then more and more impact sounds.

Sword wind blew across the street and swelled between the streets and alleys. I didn't know how many things rolled up. There are iron pots on the street, some broken gongs, and some instruments like flute tubes.

The gong was hit by a stone, the thick iron pan hit the wall, the wind poured into the flute pipe and began to sob, and there was a lively sound in the dim wind, I don't know who is performing a happy or funeral.

With the sound of these sounds. The snow frost on the tip of the iron knife disappeared at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the flame from Suzaku was cut along the blade towards the viewer.

Silence, broken by the liveliness of the world ... The wind that the iron knife lifted. [WWw.YZUU dot m] Turned Zhuque Avenue into the stormy sea east of Song Kingdom.

The view of the Lord's death was broken, and Tsing Yi moved with the wind.

He swelled, as if his body had instantly become countless times larger.

One is as grand as the sea. A boundless breath appeared on the snowy street.

Once again, the Lord uses the boundless sea of ​​Buddhism.

The suffering of Ling Chi at the previous moment made him very clear that if only the infinite realm of Buddhism is used, it is not enough to resist the knife in Ning Que's hand, because it is a million swords.

Therefore, he also cast the Devil Realm at the same time-the Demon Realm is a demon sect of the world, except for the Yu Yu in the world, only the Master Observation Society. This kind of exercise can not only make the practitioner's body stronger than steel, but more importantly, it can create a new world, or a false world.

The boundlessness of Buddhism and the heavenly demons of Mozong. At the same time, what will be the effect of the exhibition ... Ning Que came to the coast of the East China Sea and stood on the seawall that stretched for many miles.

Song Guo ’s Donghai Embankment is very famous. Instead of looking at the strangely shaped big stones at his feet, he looked silently at the seemingly endless sea outside the embankment.

There are countless storms starting deep in the ocean. The nearby sea water was stirred like ink, revealing a chilling dangerous smell, while the distant sea water set off a huge wave as high as more than ten floors.

Ning Que didn't wave a knife to those heavy waves.

Because the subject is not a storm, the storm comes from his iron sword.

The subject is the sea, no matter how violent the storm is, it can never destroy the sea itself.

Suzaku's whisper sounded in the gloomy sky.

The crimson bird attached a small stone. Under the storm of the sea, struggling to fly deep into the sea, no matter how violent the wind and rain, it can't stop it.

Suzaku turned into a small black spot under the sky.

It threw the attached small stone into the sea.

The stone fell into the violent ocean and was swallowed instantly, without even splashing enough conspicuous waves.

Suzaku was not discouraged by this, it singed, fluttered its wings back to the coast, picked up another stone, and continued to withstand the storm, and flew again into the sea.

Birds shuttle between the gloomy sky and the violent ocean, and they go back and forth.

Behind the seawall, a mountain has collapsed by more than half. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

Someone under the mountain was hitting a rock with an iron hammer, smashing hard rock to the point where Suzaku could hold it.

There are many people hitting stones, and the black pressure is difficult to count.

Many of the people who smashed the stone came from Washan. In recent years, they smashed the collapsed Buddha statues into countless small Buddha statues and sold them to tourists in exchange for profits. They are very good at this kind of thing.

Humans are very good at this kind of thing.

Humans are good at driving mountains and smashing all the hardness in the world.

After the seawall, the dull rock-smashing sound kept ringing, and I wondered how many days and nights it lasted, people smashed tirelessly, and Suzaku was tiredly back and forth between the sea and land.

Countless small stones were thrown into the ocean by Suzaku.

This is reclamation.

There is no limit to the sea, but as long as it keeps filling, I believe there will always be a day to fill up.

Infinite, broken by the infiniteness of the world ... The subject becomes a barren wilderness.

The heavy rain has lasted for half a year. It is said that this flood came from Haotian's punishment. Any disrespectful person will die in this terrible disaster.

If you want to escape the flood, you have to walk through this wilderness, but there are kneeless grass growing in this field, muddy chaos everywhere, some places seem safe, but hidden dangerous sand Even the fierce beasts dare not walk around in the wilderness.

The first person came to the periphery of the wilderness. He was hesitant because there was no road in this wilderness. He didn't know how to walk, and how to walk was correct.

More and more people have come to the wilderness. They want to walk through this wilderness, but they are looking for a new world. However, like the first person, they do not know where the road is.

People discussed for a long time. They even started arguing, but never came up with an idea.

"Please let."

A teenager crowded the crowd and walked into the wasteland.

His luggage is very simple. The real use is probably the rusty hatchet in his hand. What is more worrying is that he also carries a thin little girl.

People persuaded him to be dangerous in the wilderness, the most important thing is that there is no road.

The teenager ignored them. Continue to walk into the wilderness, but the grip of the hatchet is tightened.

Seeing the back of the teenager disappearing into the wild grass, the crowd remained silent for a long time.

Someone tightened the suitcase on his back. Followed into the wasteland.

Someone used a branch to support his tired body and walked in.

More and more humans have entered the wasteland.

Some people were killed by poisonous snakes in the swamp, and others sank deep into the quagmire. Some people became corpses under the quicksand, but more people successfully walked through the field and went to a new world.

There is no way in the world, as long as there are more people walking, there will naturally be a way.

Heavenly Demon Realm was broken by the human attachment ... The spectator cast three realms at the same time.

Daomen's silence, the immeasurableness of the Buddha Sect, and the heavenly and demon realm of the Demon Sect.

These three realms are above the five realms.

Ning Que simply fell.

It's all broken ... The subject's finger www.7ket is still on the blade.

The snow and frost on the iron knife had long since disappeared, and the blade and the blazing flame went away with the wind.

There is a very thin blood on the viewer's finger www.7ket.

Then there were more than ten miserable blades on his body.

Some of the cut meat is blown away by the wind, and some are pulled out, exposed to the dark wind.

Blood flowed down from him like a waterfall.

He looks miserable.

It is so miserable that it seems impossible to live anymore.

But the subject is still alive.

For thousands of years. The strongest person in the Daomen will not die so easily.

It's just that he is only a line away from death or returning to Haotian Divine Kingdom.

If he can't fight Ning Que's ten million knives, then everything will end.

Seeing the world for a lifetime, the Lord is proud of the world. Feel the shadow of death very rarely.

It was once defeated by Ke Haoran.

It was hit once by the Confucius stick.

But even these two times, he survived, and went further on the way of spiritual practice.

Only the great fear between life and death can make those who see the Lord and other great liberations have the opportunity to realize the Tao.

Today, before Ning Que's sword, he once again saw the abyss between life and death. Can he realize anything again ... The subject looks at Ning Que with a strange expression on his face.

That expression is not indifferent remorse, nor is it angry, and it has nothing to do with unwillingness.

This expression is not what humans should have. It is so calm that it shows extreme indifference. The deepest part of indifference is not cold, but nothingness, no emotion

Expressions without emotions should not be called expressions.

But Ning Que felt that this was it, and he was very vigilant.

There is no emotion in the subject's eyes, and even the pupils gradually fade away.

It's not the kind of lightness when performing grey eye exercises, but really lightness.

The eyes of the subject are pale to transparent, no longer like jade, but tasteless water.

Then he suddenly closed his fingers.

Ning Que's iron knife fell.

The blade didn't arrive, and the wind started raging ahead of time.

The black hair fluttered in the wind, and the blood was scattered in the wind.

The flesh flaking off his body was bright red like petals.

Those bony bones are as clean as lotus roots.

The **** picture should be extremely beautiful at this time.

He became a lotus.

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Very clean.

Very quiet ... A broken rainbow fell from the blue sky, and finally fell to the street.

A few pieces fell on the subject, suddenly showing the luster of the golden jade, and then slipped.

These rainbow fragments are the remnant breath of the apocalypse, but at this time somehow, the power given by these Haotian cannot be integrated into the flesh and blood of the viewer.

The connection between Guanzhu and Haotian seemed to be broken. He seemed to disappear from the sky and the earth, and turned into the snow and flowers that escaped. It was that kind of independence, so it was so untouchable.

Looking at this scene, Yu Lian suddenly raised her eyebrows.

The master ca n’t set the channel: "Qing Jingjing ... The next chapter will be broken, but I do n’t know when I can write it, I will write it anyway.) RQ

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