Nightfall

"Absolutely quiet, there is no trace of sound, no ants crawling, no leaves shaking, nothing, and finally, because you think too much about hearing the sound, the eardrum will become extremely sharp, and you can even hear the rotting sound of those corpses around you. , And the sound of those corpses that explode and explode into your ears is like a thunder! "

The sad voice of the old monk oscillated back and forth in the quiet room, like countless continuous thunders.

"The corpses in the room have rotted or become corpses, so even these sounds are gone. The sound that made you sick at the previous moment becomes the best thing in the memory at the next moment. Do you know this feeling?"

"In the end you can even hear the sound of your blood flowing in the blood vessels, the sound of the muscles gradually losing moisture, the sound of the collapse of your stomach pouch, the sound of the intestines sticking together and tearing, silver is it? If you listen for a long time, you will definitely want to vomit, but the problem is that you cannot vomit. "

The old monk lost all the luster in his eyes, numb like a stone statue, recalling these decades of cruel life, muttering, "No matter how powerful a practitioner can't stop eating or eating, you need to eat something, Even if it ’s very difficult to eat, if you spit out the food, you will die. "

The old monk suddenly shrieked and shouted: "I know that this kind of living method is more cruel than death. When I was confined here by Ke Haoran, I should commit suicide, but this seemingly rude man has a more sinister mind than the devil, He knew that since I was greedy for a while, he would never bear to die! He is a real devil! "

Ning Que asked after a moment of silence: "For decades, what food did you rely on?"

The bone mountain under the old monk has a dry old body with white breeze.

Ning Que's eyes fell on it, and she couldn't help frowning.

As Mo Shanshan looked with his eyes, there were a lot of bone debris under the bones. The bone debris seemed to be the traces left by the beast eating. Suddenly she wanted to understand some things. Her body suddenly became stiff and her face was extremely pale.

Looking at the reaction of the two, the old monk laughed loudly, and the laughter was sharp and sharp, just like a sad old ghost crying with resentment, and the skin on his face was wrinkled in one place, as if it was really crying, but only probably Because of the serious lack of water in the body reel, the tears squeezed from the corners of the old eyes turned out to be turbid like stone milk.

Looking at the droopy old eyes, listening to the crazed cry of such a heartbreaking lung, thinking that the old monk was imprisoned at the Mozong Mountain Gate for decades, it is not as good as death. Sorrowful sympathy, but Ning Que had no such feelings at all, looked at the old monk and said, "Sympathy is something that can't beg."

The old monk's mad laughter ceased, and his ghostly eyes looked at his face.

Ning Que looked away from the stone wall and said after a moment of silence: "It was probably because I met too many dangers when I was a kid. I am a very insecure person. When things go wrong, I always like to think what should I do if something goes wrong? Who raised that Sang Sang? What if Sang Sang had something wrong? How can I persuade myself to continue to live? "

"If someone dealt with Sang Sang like you did before, I would be painful to get revenge. It would be too cheap to kill you with a knife, you will be able to hold your hands and feet and pickle them into the **** jar. For a long time, I can't let you suffer too much pain, and I will naturally feel uncomfortable. "

He glanced back at the old monk and smiled and said with amazement: "Now thinking about your decades, I realize that Uncle Xiao is really a genius figure with all abilities, and even the tormentors are so talented. I will not sympathize with you, I will learn this method, only hope that it will not be used in the future. "

The old monk did not know who Sang Sang was. Mo Shanshan knew that she gave Ning Que a glance.

The old monk smiled, not much to say. The previous interrogation has already explained the grudge he has accumulated for decades, and he now has more important things to do.

He slowly lowered his head and moved his dry lips gently towards the girl under his palm.

Ye Hongyu looked at the old monk coldly, but he couldn't help producing some small protrusions on his skin. He watched that he was torn into pieces and slowly eaten. No one could completely dispel the fear in his heart.

A quiet choking sound suddenly sounded in the silent, dark room.

Ning Que withdrew the Pu Dao behind him, and his knees flicked suddenly, like a tiger that only lurked in the long grass and finally caught the weakness of the prey, suddenly rushed to the old monk in Gushan.

In the air, a cold blade of light sprayed like a rainstorm.

He and Mo Shanshan were made by the old monk at a glance, and the sea was seriously damaged. The consciousness could not control any part of his body. However, somehow he had overcome this obstacle and forced his body to be controlled. Bowing his head to prepare to bite the flesh of red leaf fish, he should be unable to pay attention to his movements, which is a great opportunity for a sneak attack.

When the old monk Yu Guangli saw the blade of light, Ning Que's Park knife was only half a foot away from his neck. No matter from what angle, he could no longer stop the arrival of death.

However, Yu Guang is still looking.

The old monk saw the light of the knife and moved his mind.

Apart from the divine glory of Haotian, there is nothing faster than the mind in the world.

A weak but real spirit and the ultimate spiritual power diffused from the eyes of the old monk. Numerous white bones in the bone corpse mountain flew up in response to the air machine, and a thick leg crossed the snow blade. Before the light!

This pure white thick leg bone, I do n’t know which is the remains of the powerful demons of that year, but the soul has been lost early but it is still powerful, and violently collided with the sword, a huge gap appeared, but it was not disconnected from it!

The whole room is the fan cage formation method that Uncle Xiao placed at that time. The runes engraved by the two brothers on Park Sword couldn't attract any heaven and earth. He couldn't face the bone directly controlled by the old monk's mind!

Ning Que groaned, and the great power from the blade directly broke his wrist, his body flew back violently, and a blood spewed out of his mouth in the air.

In the bone mountain, the white root debris inspired by the old monk ’s thoughts were tightly packed, and it was as if it was a storm, and he suffered hundreds of thousands of times in a blink of an eye. Struck, blood spewed continuously, and the bones on his body did not know how many broken.

With a snapping sound, Ning Que fell heavily to the ground, and another spit of blood was sprayed on the lapel. Fortunately, the storms formed by the white bones fell from the bone mountain range and did not attack again.

Continuous pain came from all over the body, as if all the bones were broken, Ning Que frowned, trying to stand up with Piao Dao, but after all, he could not resist the injury inside the body reel and knelt to one knee. ground.

The old monk's face was pale and his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were full of glory, and his body was slightly swaying. Obviously, in order to cope with Ning Que's sneak attacks, he also paid a great price. The power he had accumulated for decades and the previous **** food, He was forced to consume it, but no matter how weak he was, his palm still controlled Ye Hongyu.

The verdict array that isolates the breath of heaven and earth is the most terrifying existence for practitioners. Without the vitality of heaven and earth, most Daoist techniques cannot be performed at all, especially the direct trauma practice of the Supreme Realm contained in Master Liansheng ’s previous eyes. The consciousness of the people makes them unable to control their bodies with consciousness. The waiter in this situation is like a scholar who has lost his writing brush and the melody of the lyre. He has lost his knowledge but lost everything. Ability is bound to fall into complete despair.

But Ning Que is different from most practitioners in the world. He has just learned to practice. When struggling on the verge of life and death for more than ten years, he has never relied on flying swords, but his body and the three behind him. Knife.

Being reinvented by Master Liansheng at a glance, he couldn't let him fall into despair, because after being tempered by countless battles, his control of the power is so strong that people can hardly imagine, even the skeletal muscles of the body can control themselves. During the long conversation, he has been constantly tightening and relaxing his muscles at high speed, just to let the body really relax and get out of the control of the sea and make his own response.

It must be said that Ning Que is indeed a person who is very good at fighting, especially when he is in such a desperate situation with weak enemies and strong despair, the calmer his fighting consciousness is, the stronger his consciousness is, but the strength gap between the two sides is already large. To the point that mere estimation and combat consciousness cannot make up for it.

"Your ability to control the body is so strong?-

The old monk was a little surprised to see Ning Que half kneeling on the ground, two white eyebrows slowly floated, and said in a low voice with emotion: "Although the barbarian is strong in physique, he is better than you in the relationship between the consciousness and the main and auxiliary of the body. What's worse, I can't think that this generation of academy walking is actually a good material for demons. Unfortunately, it's really a pity. "

Ning Que was seriously injured, he could no longer hold the knife handle in his hand, his body shook twice, and finally he fell to the ground again, and did not hear clearly what the old monk said, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and coughed painfully. Twice.

What happened before was too fast. Mo Shanshan was completely unprepared. At this time, Ning Que was falling into the pool of blood, his eyes full of worry, but he could not rely on the past to see what happened to him.

Ning Que looked at her expression, and slowly moved over with difficulty, sitting opposite her, coughing twice in pain, gasping and speaking weakly: "I will not die yet, but this is really Can't move. "

The old monk looked at him, and the more he saw the more joy, said with regret: "If you are so talented, if you are not a disciple of the college, I really want to pass a mantle to you to see what step you can take in the future.

Ning Que once really thought that he was a genius in cultivation, but he had gone through many hardships in this life before stepping into the cultivation path. As soon as he entered the cultivation path, he saw too many real powerhouses, as well as two freaks like Brother Chen Pipi, Encountering these genius girls with book addicts and dads, they gradually cut off that kind of infatuation and realized that their qualifications in spiritual practice are not mediocre.

So listening to the emotion of the old monk at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little weird. He raised his lips hard and gasped and said mockingly: "Snow Mountain Qihai only knows ten tricks, can it be a good material?"

The old monk looked at him weakly and said, "If you want to repair the devil, how can you know nothing?"

Ning Que leaned weakly against Moshan Mountain's back and looked at the old monk in Gushan with a difficult smile, and said, "Master, I am willing to follow you to repair the devil now, so can you let the few of us go? Killed. "

The old monk looked at him with compassionate eyes, and said weakly: "Why do you laugh at this time?"

Ning Que coughed twice and gasped and said, "It's not a joke, I can swear in the personality of a Master."

The old monk grinned hard and said with a smile: "I and Ke Haoran have been enemies in my life. I know more than anyone in the world what the academy looks like. Others might believe, but I know that no one from the academy is credible."

Ning Que listened to this and couldn't help laughing, but he was so upset that he felt coughing.

The old monk looked at him puzzledly and said, "You should be able to bear it. Why did you choose that time to shoot? Although it was a good time, it was still a bit early. If you can wait until the moment I devour flesh, wouldn't it be better ? "

Ning Que wiped away the coughed blood and said, "It's really early, mainly because I don't like to eat human flesh."

Listening to the word human flesh, the old monk's expression gradually became bitter, and said in a cold voice: "I have chewed bone dry meat for decades, and in the end these meat have become anhydrous wood residue, do you think it is delicious?"

The old monk looked at the pair of young men and women sitting opposite each other and said bitterly: "The human flesh that we ate in the world before, or for planning, more for our own strength, do you think I am a pervert who likes to eat human flesh? Madman? Do you think human flesh is really delicious? "

The old monk thought about the Tsing Yi that had floated through the magic hall decades ago ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ nervously laughed: "Ke Haoran sealed me in this isolated hell, just to force me to eat Human flesh, and then a guy came here, no matter how hard I pleaded with him, he refused to let me go or killed me, instead he picked a dozen corpses and threw them for dinner, saying it was Haotian's gratitude to me, if I eat people is a devil, what are they? "

He glanced at his stubborn lips under his palm, and refused to beg for mercy or to cry for pain. His pale pale red fish looked to Ning Que and said indifferently, "This Daomen woman is the first I have eaten in decades." The portion of fresh meat is much better than the taste. Would you like a bite? "

Ning Que looked at the old monk's ghostly eyes and said after a moment of silence: "No, I know it's not tasty."

Mo Shanshan, who was weak on his back, did not understand his sentence, thinking that he was only narrating a fact. No one needs to try it in person to know that human flesh is not tasty.

However, the old monk understood his words, and a strange look appeared on his old face. His vicious eyes instantly turned back to compassion and love, and he said with emotion: "The Academy is still the Academy, admire it."

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