There were tens of thousands of desperate skeletons in the dim river, eating and laughing skeletons, anyone who saw this scene would feel terrifying, but Ning Que's expression did not change.

The river around the wreck gradually cleared, Haotian Shenhui came out of his eyes, illuminating the surroundings, and the thousands of skeletons floating in the river looked a little sluggish for some reason.

These skeletons have not seen the light for countless thousands of years, they feel very strange, but they are very yearning, and then in the depths of their consciousness, they have endless fear.

The bones and hands around the wreck suddenly peeled off, like weathered stones, washed away by the current, and the bone fingers left on the wall of the ship also dissipated in an instant.

The skeletons finally came to their senses, screaming and running away into the dark river around them, some skeletons covered their ears, not wanting to hear the cries of their companions, and some skeletons held their heads, as if they felt that it was safer, but whether it was the world of Haotian or the world of the Buddha, who could run faster than the light?

Ning Que stood on the sunken ship and looked around, Haotian Shenhui was shining brightly at the bottom of the gloomy and dark river, and countless skeletons were purified in the screams and turned into black smoke.

The black smoke did not dissipate, but poured towards the sunken ship, and in a short time, it soaked the river even darker, like substance, and surrounded him tightly.

Ning Que's iron knife slashed forward, but it failed to cut through the black smoke, and the feeling transmitted back from the blade was very weird, a little slippery, and extremely thick, as if it was some kind of leather, and like internal organs.

With this strange feeling coming back to his body from the blade, there was also an extremely wild and rich desire, which was very pure, and there was nothing but the greedy **.

Ning Que's chest was slightly tight, remembering the greedy look in the eyes of the tens of thousands of skeletons he had seen before, he was a little vigilant, and he wanted to force this desire out of his body when he mobilized his mental power.

Thinking is also **, that desire meets his strong mental power, just like fire meets oil, and suddenly increases countless times. It burned and crept into his consciousness.

Ning Que's heart was instantly paralyzed, and his face turned pale. He didn't understand what was going on, why it was happening, even if he couldn't force it out.

"This black smoke is magic. Sangsang said in his heart.

Ning Que was still puzzled. Why are these demons formless and insubstantial?

"The demons of Buddhism are demons of the heart...... The poison of greed and hatred. It is also a genus, but it is more pure, in the heart and not in the body, I am in your heart. Your heart is poisoned. ”

Sang Sang said: "The demons in the heart are chaotic and want to enter the body, and they are naturally poisonous. ”

The desire from the black smoke gradually deepened, the beating of Ning Que's heart became chaotic, and the three poisons of greed, hatred and obsession brought by Sang Sang finally broke out.

Poof, Ning Que is in great pain. A mouthful of blood spat into the black smoke in front of him.

Only a sizzling sound could be heard, and the black smoke was burned by the invisible flame, and it kept wringing like a dark cloud in the wind, which seemed extremely painful, and there was a faint painful thought from the depths.

At this time, Sang Sang was helping him, his body was full of Haotian Divine Radiance, and his blood was the same, full of holy and glorious power, and the blood entered the black smoke. Nature begins to purify.

Ning Que understood what to do, raised the iron knife and cut it hard in the palm of his hand, his aura was almost complete, and his body was as hard as a mountain stone, but this was his own intention. His own iron knife, the blade was ruthless, and it still cut a knife cut out of his palm, and blood gradually oozed out. Painted with a blackened iron knife.

He raised his head, his left hand grasping the hilt of his knife tightly into the thick black smoke in front of him. The feeling from the blade was still as tough and sticky, but as the blood on the blade stained the black smoke, the feeling gradually faded, and the blade gradually deepened until it was a foot into the black smoke.

Ning Que was angry, his right hand hit the handle of the knife like an iron hammer, and the two powerful forces were superimposed back and forth, like waves on the surface of the river, only a pop was heard, and the iron knife completely disappeared into the black smoke.

Countless Haotian Divine Radiance erupted from the iron knife, and the black smoke kept struggling, as if the internal organs were wriggling, looking a little disgusting and terrifying.

There was a strong smell of burnt paste from the black smoke, and the light came from the blade, and then spread to all sides at a speed visible to the naked eye, illuminating the bottom of the river, and also illuminating the true face of the demon.

The heart demon is a virtual thing, formless and incorporeal, it is black smoke, but in the black smoke that hangs down like a curtain at the bottom of the river, there are countless souls, there are countless desires, and Ning Que even saw his face inside.

He knew very well that if he continued to hold on to the demons like this, he would eventually enter the battle at the level of consciousness, if it was before, he would naturally not be afraid, but now Sangsang is in his heart, and he is also infected with the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, and he categorically refuses to let the demons enter his body, which is too dangerous.

Haotian Shenhui continued to burn, as if endlessly, the iron knife inserted in the black smoke became a little looser, Ning Que stood at the bow of the sunken ship, poured Haoran Qi into his arms, and dragged it hard!

I could only hear a loud noise—not the sound of water, the bottom of the river, not the surface of the river, and no amount of the big waves would make such a sound—it was the sound of black smoke being cut, and thousands of resentful ghosts, and more than a dozen gooey objects formed by desire, poured out of the hole cut by the iron knife.

Ning Que didn't see this disgusting and weird scene, lowered his head and continued to move his wrist, the iron knife kept walking in the black smoke, and it was in an instant

Cut the black smoke into countless pieces.

The black curtain shattered, and the body of the demon body was destroyed, just like the fish gap was broken, and countless resentful ghosts and desires turned into sticky things, like water gushing out of the fish gap, surging towards the sunken ship.

The sticky matter that the desire turned into could not go far after losing the demon body, and slowly sank to the bottom of the river, while those resentful ghosts had no weight, and they flew lightly along the current to the sunken ship.

Countless resentful spirits avoided the burning iron knife, climbed onto Ning Que's clothes, and began to desperately burrow into his body, constantly letting out joyful cries, which were faint and thin, like mosquitoes and flies.

There were also many resentful ghost imps who climbed towards Sangsang's god body after falling on the sunken ship, and they felt that this body was more delicious and powerful, and their screams were more cheerful, but when these resentful ghost imps really climbed on Sangsang's god body, the joyful screams quickly turned into frightened screams, and the next moment they were purified into nothingness.

Ning Que's eyes were like stars, he could see these pictures clearly, and the clearer feeling came from his skin, he could feel the extreme chill brought by countless unjust ghosts, as well as those extremely resentful anger and unwillingness, very similar to the secluded pavilion formation that he felt on the cliff of Peach Mountain.

With Sangsang's help, his current body has the full radiance of the heavens, but it can't be like Sangsang's divine body. With only innate power, these resentful ghosts were purified.

It stands to reason that he should force out the Haotian Shenhui in his body at this time and directly burn these resentful ghosts to death, but thinking that Sangsang has been poisoned. The battle after seeing the Buddha is the most important thing. He wanted to save something, so he didn't do anything, and let countless resentful ghosts climb onto his body.

In a short period of time, the shipwreck was occupied by countless ghosts. The middle of the boat where Sang Sang's body was located was very clean, and the bow of the ship was much more lively and terrifying, and thousands of resentful ghosts had already squeezed into a huge black ball there, like a school of fish in the bottom of the sea. Ning Que was in the deepest part.

His gaze penetrated the ghost in front of him, and he saw a little ghost desperately burrowing into his shoe, raising his knees and falling, trampling the little ghost into several soul threads.

As he moved, the ghosts attached to the surface of his body fluttered like aquatic plants, but none of them fell, and those ghosts greedily tore at his clothes, gnawed at his skin, and sent countless resentful hatreds into his body. I want to get in and eat his flesh and soul.

For cultivators, this situation is terrifying, but Ning Que is very calm, he has experienced this feeling or pain, and he knows that as long as his mind is determined. There will be no danger.

Since childhood, he walked between life and death, suffered from the suffering of the world, and then entered the academy to practice the peerless law, facing the wall of the suspended temple. He has been practicing Buddhism in the chessboard world for countless years, and his mind is stable. How many people in the world can surpass him?

Ning Que did not move, the ghost ghost in the river kept rushing to the sunken ship, the soul group became bigger and bigger, and even almost touched the water, he closed his eyes in the soul group, waiting for the moment to come.

After a while, most of the ghosts in the river came to the wreck, gathered around him, kept whispering and buzzing, and occasionally a few ghosts floated outside, looking very anxious.

"Imps, don't be too naughty. Ning Que thought so.

As his mind turned slightly, an extremely vivid red color appeared at the bottom of the dim river, and with a very violent whistle, the crimson Suzaku flew away from the iron knife and flew around his body at high speed.

Where the wings of the Vermilion Bird passed, the river water evaporated into bubbles, and the blazing fire erupted wildly, and the unjust ghosts surrounding Ning Que had no time to escape, and the wails turned into green smoke one after another!

In an instant, the bow of the ship became extremely clear, and only the clear river water was left around Ning Que's body, where could he still find the ghost of the wronged, where was there still cold and resentful thoughts?

There were more than a dozen resentful ghosts who did not squeeze into the boat, and they were a little unwilling, but they didn't expect the situation to change so dramatically, and they desperately fled to the dark part of the river, and kept screaming in terror.

Where would Suzaku let these filthy things escape, roared, flapped his wings and flew again, chasing after those resentful ghosts, the wings of fire swept lightly, and those resentful ghosts turned into green smoke.

However, just as Suzaku was triumphant and ready to fly back to the wreck, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the dark river, and it poked out like lightning and bound Suzaku!

Suzaku roared angrily, vibrating his wings and struggling, but he couldn't move!

Looking at this scene, Ning Que's expression was slightly cold.

He knew very well that as the killing talisman of the Amazing God Array, Suzaku's strength was close to the peak of knowing his fate with all his strength, and if that white shadow could suppress it so easily, then it must have the strength above the Five Realms!

What is that white shadow? Ning Que felt a little familiar, and when he looked closely, it was indeed a white bone whip, but it was countless times thicker than those white bone whips he had encountered on the river before.

At this moment, the white bone whip slowly traveled out of the dark river.

The Vermilion Bird was bound by white bones and was unable to escape, which was very miserable.

Ning Que looked at the white bone whip that gradually came out of the black water, his expression became more and more solemn, and when he saw the huge figure behind the white bone whip, he was even more shocked and speechless.

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(Yesterday's chapter name was not very suitable, so this chapter was not used, and the new chapter name was used directly, and the next chapter was written before half past twelve.) ）