Nightfall

Ning Que knew why the old monk suddenly admired the academy, because the academy even dared to accept it,

Need unimaginable demeanor and inclusive attitude, so the academy is worthy of everyone's admiration.

He proudly said: "There is a college in the world."

The old monk slightly mocked: "However, the college will eventually become a ruin."

Ning Que said: "Everything in the world is the same, but at least the academy will not become ruins because of your curse"

The old monk quietly looked at the young man who was seriously wounded but still proud and confident, as if he saw the friend many years ago. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "How many years has Ke Haoran died?"

Ning Que was startled, shaking his head and said, "I don't know."

"I told him that the Haoran sword has entered the Devil's Path, but he didn't care. I warned him, and if I continue to be so proud, one day he will be criticized by Haotian, and he still doesn't care. Now I think he has already turned into a fly ash Every stream and every mountain in the world, I do n’t know whether he is still so proud at this time, ha ha ha ha ... "

The old monk lowered his head like a madman, laughing, and squeezed a dripping old tear in the corner of his eyes.

Ning Que said: "Little Master Uncle is proud even if he dies."

The old monk raised his head, looked at him coldly and said, "But he died in front of me after all, so I won."

Ning Que mocked and said: "Some people are dead, but he is still alive, some people are alive, but he is already dead."

The old monk said with emotion: "What a little ...

"Will I succeed next time?"

Ning Que suddenly and sincerely asked for advice. The body under the cotton coat still trembles at a very high frequency. Although this method consumes a lot of energy, it is the only way to maintain action under the spiritual control of the other party's terrorist realm.

The old monk looked at him and said sincerely: "There will not be another time."

Ning Que said: "You are indeed the most powerful existence I can imagine, but you have been imprisoned for decades, but you are only the king of the degraded dust, and the young and strong I am a tiger just heading down the mountain. , Fan Cang's isolation of the world and the vitality has no effect on me. I am used to doing things with strength. There is no reason why you recover faster than me. "

The old monk smiled and said, "Sure enough, the teeth are sharp and sharp, but unfortunately I am too old to have teeth."

After saying this, he bowed his head on Ye Hongyu Chi's shoulder and gnawed hard.

Ye Hongyu raised his eyebrows suddenly, but refused to bow his head, stubbornly watching the old monk nibbling at his own flesh and blood, as if he wanted to remember this scene in his mind deeply, and he didn't want to forget it until the underworld.

The old monk did not have teeth, so he chewed with his teeth, it was very difficult, like a toothless lion who was dying, trying to tear the skinny and tough doe, the blood was not from the old chún horn Stop flowing.

After a moment, the old monk raised his head and looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "You want to cook up time, I want to cook up too. After digesting the first blood meal, the second blood meal will be absorbed faster, no need to try again. Struggling, it would be more joyful to calmly greet the death, after I finally put the three of you into the abdomen to restore the skill, I destroyed the fan cage and drifted out of the mountain in one fell swoop, the world will be mine, and if it is your three Human. "

Because there is blood in the mouth, the old monk ’s voice is a little vague, but still as warm as spring water. His old chún horn wrinkled skin and blood under the chin are dripping, but the smile is as merciful as a layer of Buddha light, and the bone mountain corpse on his body The sea seems to be like a holy lotus seat, filled with clear light, so the image of Buddha and Demon is really terrifying.

Ning Que knew that what he said was true. He thought about all the life-saving means beside him, but he couldn't find a way to break the current crisis. No matter what the master Yan Se left for himself, Yuan Thirteen Arrows or the runes on Park Sword, they need to communicate with nature. Realizing the real power, silent thought of death.

He stared at the old monk firmly and said: "Even if you can go out, this world will not be yours."

The old monk remembered the green coat and smiled, "I am already in communication with the devil, why fear the world law?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "There are still Masters in the world.

The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "The Master will always die. The people in the Academy are too proud, and the prouder people are more likely to die. This is the destiny of the Master and the academy of the Academy, which cannot be reversed."

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "Crazy words."

The old monk suddenly asked: "Which queen of the Tang Dynasty is there in Chang'an City? How many more generals of the martial arts peak have appeared in these years? Can the demon dance have been reproduced? ? Oh, something is wrong. The little girl self-reported her identity as a ruling secretary. Has n’t the temple been destroyed yet? "

Ke Haoran was enshrined in heaven and his master went to Taoshan. In his view, the temple on Taoshan was naturally destroyed. At this time, he was convinced that the Xiling Temple still existed.

Several questions in a row, Ning Que didn't know how to answer it. The seemingly crazy question, but there seemed to be a lot of historical dust hidden inside, and there were many hidden secrets in those dusts.

"Before the fall of the mountain gate, I arranged a lot of things. I arranged for the saint to go south. I believe she would do what I explained. I arranged for many disciples to go south. I believe that some of them can always do what I explained."

The old monk looked at him with a slight smile, full of confidence and even overbearing expression in his smile.

"At that time, Ming Zong was already decayed, but it was destroyed by Ke Haoran. I don't feel pitiful. There are new shoots on the scorched earth. I would rather create a new Devil Sect on the ruins. The new Devil Sect is rooted in the strong and fertile Tang Dynasty. Once the new land is reborn, it must be a groundbreaking existence. "

"I believe that my arrangements have been playing a role gradually after such a long time. Then I only need to wait for the Master to die quietly, so who do you say this world will be?"

Ning Que listened to the cold, wondering whether there are countless Mozong strongmen hidden in Chang'an City today? And all these people listened to him arrange to go south? If this person were allowed to escape from Mozong Mountain Gate, how much wind and rain would be born in the world?

"But at that time you should think that Uncle Xiao will kill you. Once you die, even if you have so many hidden hands and arrangements in the Central Plains, what's the point?"

The old monk looked at him slightly, just like Bai Xue at the peak looked at Fang Tian's insects, and said, "Even if I die, these arrangements still exist. You folks never seem to understand that a person's survival and The meaning of death is not important. The important thing is whether we can transform this old world, usher in a brand new world, and then gather the power of the new world to change some rules. If we can do this, what can I do even if I die? "

Ning Que asked: "What rules?"

The old monk said: "The rules of the avenue."

Ning Que asked, "What if you plan for a lifetime and still can't change?"

The old monk smiled and said, "At least I tried hard."

Ning Que frowned and said, "Just for your attempts, let the whole world be buried?"

The old monk said calmly, "What is the world's destruction to me?"

This is probably the source of the pleasure of the so-called yīn planner. Ning Que thought in silence. The thought planning of the old monk's life is really admired to the extreme, but also to the extreme, because the madman is always difficult to overcome.

At this moment, Master Liansheng, who is famous all over the world, is a complete lunatic in Ning Que's eyes. He can't understand what this person is saying, even if he can understand some, he doesn't know what the other party is saying. , Which sentence is false, even until this time he still can not judge what kind of person the other party is.

This old monk is sometimes innocent and pure like a newborn baby, there are moments of irritability like the spicy fù people in the city, sometimes the blood is like a young scholar who is light and salvation in the city, sometimes the pride is like a young warrior holding a sword and holding the arms, sometimes compassion and mercy Like a Buddha. Sometimes cruel indifference is like a demon.

No matter what kind of image is very true, no trace of falseness can be seen at all, all kinds of faces are completely different, but they are all from the original heart, purely palpitation, just like the sentence to become a Buddha, then become a Buddha,

If you want to become a demon, you will become a demon. All are true Buddhas and real deities, or look at this world with compassion or indifference.

He is simple but fickle, lonely and fragile, complex and hateful, sometimes jealous and sometimes dangerous, like to fight and occasionally complain, boring but perverted and adventurous, loves sophistry and fantasies, kind and loving but hateful and vengeful, and arrogant rebuke, he is brilliant When proud, when sad, sad. He is contradictory and hypocritical, joyful but painful, great but small. (Note)

Lotus is thirty-two, and the petals are different.

A person's xìng style and thought are so complicated, it is really unimaginable.

Ning Que thought slightly. Does this person actually have thirty-two personalities?

When Lou Seng finished speaking, he closed his eyes calmly like a water lily that had been turned back in the night, and began to use Mozong's secret recipe to digest and absorb the blood and flesh of Dao Chi as the vital force in the body.

In the quiet room, Ning Que's voices were echoed, but now no one answered his words anymore. These voices seemed so monotonous and uneasy, and even faintly desperate.

"There is no demon in the world, there are more people like you, and there is a demon."

"No matter what horn you play, it is called a demon."

"Liansheng is thirty-two, and the petals are dirty."

"Dao and Demon become gods when they are connected, but they may also become neuropathy."

No matter what Ning Que said, the old monk in Baigu Mountain no longer had any reaction. The seemingly philosophical words he exhausted from his mind were all wasted in the dry air, unable to anger the other party. It is even less possible for the other party to create certain holes in the mind because of these words.

Ning Que could not rest her head on Moshan Mountain ’s shoulders, looking at the bluestones on the roof, knowing that the old monk fully digested and absorbed the second flesh filled with the breath of Haotian Tao, the state would recover to a level that he could not touch ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ By then there would be no way to change the ending of the death well, and his eyes were a bit bleak.

The light in the devil's room is getting darker and darker. The world outside the mountain has already fallen into the night and the temperature is getting lower.

He looked up at the mottled sword marks on the roof stone wall, the sword marks left by the uncle, and the sword marks that formed a fan cage that trapped Lian Sheng thirty-two for decades, and sighed softly in his heart.

Just looking around at random, he did not deliberately control his mind. It is probably because of the habit of using the eight characters in the old book building to resolve the habit. The dense sword marks naturally separated in his vision and gradually became clear.

Ning Que's eyes stayed on those sword marks for a long time, and his mind walked with the marks, and gradually developed a certain feeling. This feeling was very obscure, difficult to catch, and the body was warmed by this.

(Note: Here, the thirty-two words of Liansheng thirty-two are all from the lyrics of a song, Dou Wei's advanced animals. In addition, I want to explain that the main problem of the slow plot is the slow update, I wrote I'm serious enough to lie down in the afternoon every day, and I still want to save the manuscript, but this update is indeed a problem, I am thinking about how to solve it. Maybe the outbreak, maybe the name is not used for the time being, although it is indeed a magic, so stay tuned. !