One symbol.

Two knives.

Hundreds of miles.

Three thousand Buddhas.

This can't even be called a rune, its majesty is like the sky, it is a rune.

There has never been such a powerful talisman in the world, Master Yan Se has written it, Wang Shusheng has written it, and it has been traced back to countless thousands of years, and it has also appeared in the novel chapters that are updated the fastest.

Ning Que is now at the peak of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and he is a very powerful Divine Rune Master, but logically speaking, he has crossed the Five Realms, and no matter what, he will not kěnéng write this talisman.

But now that Sang Sang is in his body, even if she is weak, she is going to die, and a drop of divine power is a sea to the world, because she is the sky.

Ning Que used the sea, he used the sky to order this heaven and earth, so he could write this heavenly rune This is the real unity of heaven and man, who can be the enemy?

Countless redwood trees collapsed, the forest was destroyed, within a radius of hundreds of miles, only the smoke and dust did not see the Buddha, only heard the eagle howling beast, did not hear the sound of the scriptures, the light of the Buddha was still flourishing, and the Buddhas were dead.

Ning Que looked into the distance, and there was a golden glimmer on the edge of the dark sky. There are still many Buddhas in this shijiè, and those Buddhas are rushing to this side, and I don't know when they will be able to catch up.

He turned and looked at the river in front of him.

The river is about a thousand zhang wide, the water is gentle, the river is extremely clear, except for some waves against the difāng on the bank, the rest of the water surface is as quiet as a mirror, and even nénggou can see the stones and swimming fish at the bottom of the river.

This great river runs through the north and south of the chessboard, and there is no place to come from, and there is no place to go, and if Ruguo wants to go to the east, no matter how it goes, it must cross the river.

Ning Que looked at a distant place in the east of the river and frowned slightly.

Walking up to the redwood tree that had fallen in the sand by the river, he raised his iron knife and cut off the huge trunk, then used the iron knife jinháng to straighten out the trunk and carefully cut the other side of the trunk.

méiyou with how long shijiān, a wooden boat was formed under an iron knife, but he méiyou stopped. Still holding an iron knife and cutting off the excess stubble. Very careful, very patient, as if not caring at all, the countless Buddhas in the chessboard shijiè are rushing towards the river.

The heavy iron knife turned into a small carving knife in his hand, the fǎngfo carved on the trunk of a redwood tree, and the méiyou missed any detail. In the end, he even carved a flower on the side of the wooden boat.

He's doing shime, he's practicing.

The wooden boat was finally made and the appearance was very beautiful, and he also sharpened two oars with an iron knife, and the oars were smooth. Even a wooden thorn is méiyou, and only then does he feel mǎnyi.

With a trembling hand, he put the iron knife back into its sheath, pushed the wooden boat down the river, climbed up, waved the paddle, and rowed in silence until it was a third of the way to the surface.

The Buddha's chessboard shijiè. Filled with Buddha light. It is also full of malice, only to come to the middle of this clear river. Only then did he feel a sense of security, so he dared to untie Sang Sang from his back.

He took Sangsang's body in his arms, reached to the end of her nose, and found that yijingméiyou was breathing, but he zhidào she méiyou died, this body could have been very long shijiān did not need to breathe.

The body in his arms was very tall, a little fat, and it was a little inconvenient to hold it, but he still held it like this, quietly looked at her eyebrows, suddenly laughed, and reached out to pinch her nose.

He zhidào sang sang méiyou died, consciousness or spirit in his body, into a very qiguài state, as if asleep, not zhidàoshimeshihounénggou woke up.

Haotian's magical means are things he can't understand, he is a little worried, but not too worried, so he is in the mood to pinch her nose with his hand.

This action is very intimate, it is a common action between young couples, but he and Sang Sang are a little different from each other, usually Sang Sang is awake shihou, where does he dare to do this.

He had wanted to do these things for a long time, he wanted to pinch her chubby face, he wanted to pluck her ears, he wanted to put his hand into her clothes to find some warmth and softness, he wanted to do something very intimate and evil.

Although those intimate and evil things cannot be done, other things can be done, thinking like this, his hand kept pinching Sangsang's face, and after pulling her ears, he even pushed her nose up, making her grimace, and she looked like a cute little pig.

Ning Que looked at her face and sang with a smile: "Hey, pig ......"

"I said I don't like to be called a black pig by you. Sangsang's voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "And ruguo, if you dare to do these things to my body, I will kill you." ”

Ning Que was startled, looked at her face in her arms, and asked a little uneasily, "Are you awake?"

Sangsang said: "I was already asleep...... Do you wish I never woke up, so that you could humiliate my body and marry her home. ”

Lying in Ning Que's arms, Sangsang closed his eyes and his lips did not move, fǎngfo sleeping deity, but she was talking, which made him a little qiguài and a little difficult to adapt.

Listening to her words, he was a little annoyed, and said: "It's all shimeshihou, I just remember to be jealous and angry, the more you are like this, the deeper the poisoning, and when you are really dead, I will really go to her!"

Sangsang said: "You go, if you don't go, it's my grandson." ”

Ning Que felt that she was like an unreasonable child now, and he didn't bother to continue arguing with her, and asked, "What is the shime situation now?

Sangsang said, "I'm in your body. ”

Ning Que asked, "Shimedifāng in the body?"

Sangsang said: "Where you want me to be, I will be there." ”

Ning Que thought for a while and said seriously: "I have always kept you in my heart, of course you should be in my heart." ”

Sang Sang was silent for a while and said, "I'm in your heart." ”

Ning Que laughed and said, "It sounds like you're shy. ”

Sang Sang said: "I am not a human being, how can I have such a humble feeling. ”

Ning Que said: "I'll teach you, you were shy just now." ”

Sangsang said: "Boring. ”

Don't worry about her being killed by the Buddha Light anymore, Ning Que felt that she was very relieved, so she was happy, and was about to fight with her again, when she suddenly thought of this, she complained and said: "Since you have left the divine body, why didn't you do this earlier for Shime? Why was you so seriously injured by those Buddha lights." ”

Sangsang and him are each other's destiny, so that they can become yiti.

But she is Haotian, when she was in the Momoyama Light Festival, Ning Que took away the apocalypse of the sect, she just gave him a divine power, and he was bled everywhere, and she entered his body in the heyday of Ruguo. He had only one way to die. Now she is very weak to use this method.

Sangsang méiyou back

Answering his question was because she was annoying, and because there was a more important reason why she was reluctant to enter his body.

When she entered his body, she was truly one body and mind. The bond between her and him will be indescribably strong, and it will be extremely difficult for her to leave in the future.

Her silence made Ning Que feel a little puzzled and a little faintly uneasy. He thought for a moment, didn't want to mingbái, smiled and reached out and patted her face lightly, then picked up the sculls and continued rowing.

The wooden boat slowly moved towards the other side of the river, and just as the bow of the boat had just crossed the invisible line in the middle of the river, a large black cloud suddenly floated over the field in the east of the opposite bank.

The black cloud floated above the river and no longer flowed. The dampness in the clouds. It turned into rain and fell, and a shijiān lightning thundered. Wind and rain.

The rainstorm slapped on his body and face, spicy and painful, Sang Sang's body lying in the boat, was even more crackling by the rain, he knew that his divine body should be fine, but looking at this scene, he still felt very distressed, and took off the big black umbrella and propped it up above Sang Sang, thinking that at least he wanted to save her flower-like appearance.

Well, there is a flower carved on the side of the boat, and Sang Sang's face is so ordinary, it is really not as delicate as a flower, Ning Que thought with a smile, and swung the oars vigorously, so that the wooden boat could sail through the wind and rain like an arrow.

The trunk of the sequoia tree is very wide and thick, the wooden boat is very large and strong, no matter how wild the rain is, it is not kěnéng in the short shijiān, filling the boat with water, he is not worried, but what happened next made his brows slowly frown, and his expression gradually became solemn and vigilant.

The rainstorm falls in the clear river water, hitting countless splashes, the river gradually becomes turbid, kěnéng is the upstream torrent into the river, kěnéng is the rainstorm is too strong, lifting the mud at the bottom of the river, it should be a very normal thing, but the river is muddy so fast, the color instantly becomes like ink, very abnormal.

The clouds in the sky were very dark, and the rain that fell was also black, black as ink, and the river water also turned into ink, and began to emit a faint smell of ink, and then all kinds of filthy smells, which were very strange.

Ning Que méiyou did not hesitate, reached out to put away the big black umbrella, carried Sang Sang's body behind him again, tied it carefully with a rope, and then pulled out the iron knife with a slightly trembling hand and aimed it at the surface of the river.

Earlier, on the shore, after he finished building the ship, his hand trembled slightly when he collected the knife, and this shihou drew the knife also trembled, because he was very tired, and since Sangsang began to have nightmares, he had méiyou sleep.

Suddenly, the wooden boat slowly descended and sank into the river.

Ning Que looked inside the boat, méiyou saw the leakage, nàme the enemy must be in the river.

The river water was originally very clear, and the stones at the bottom of the river could be seen on the bank, but now, the river water has become extremely dark, and with Ning Que's eyesight, he can't see the movement of a foot under the water.

The river is so strange that even his telepathic perception can shield it, and the wooden boat continues to settle into the river, but he even finds the enemy, how can nàme respond to the enemy?

Ning Que Zhidào had to leave.

He stepped to the bottom of the boat, and the speed at which the wooden boat sank suddenly increased, and his body soared into the air, and the next moment, he was ready to sweep forward diagonally.

It was still four hundred zhang away from the riverbank, and with his current realm, it was difficult for him to run so far in such a violent wind and rain, but he wanted to try it.

Even if he will eventually fall into the water, as long as Nénggou is closer to the shore, if he wants to get rid of this strange river, he will also be more rongyi, and he will respond so quickly, it should be beyond the imagination of those enemies, disrupting the deployment of the other party However, he méiyou thought, but the enemy's reaction was beyond Ziji's imagination.

The river was hit by the torrential rain and there were splashes everywhere, and at the moment when Ning Que had just swept up, a splash suddenly bloomed, and a white shadow ghostly pierced the wind and rain, wrapping his ankles.

There was a huge force at his ankle, Ning Que looked down, his wrist trembled slightly, and there was a flash of sword light in the wind and rain, as bright as lightning.

The white shadow broke suddenly, but then, dozens of white shadows poked out of the river like ghosts, entangled his whole body, and dozens of terrifying forces dragged him down!

The sword light was like lightning, illuminating the dark river, and dozens of white shadows broke one after another in front of the iron knife, but his forward sweep was also stopped, and he had to fall back into the boat.

It seemed that he could deal with it very easily, but Ning Que's mood was a little heavy, he didn't want to mingbái, those dozens of white shadows were shime, and Nénggou took such a big force and forcibly pulled Ziji back.

There was a snapping sound at his feet, and he looked down, only to find that the dozens of white shadows were all whips, all whips made of white bones, and what was even more chilling was that those white bones were all human bones.

These white bone whips were alive, twisting and struggling after being cut off, slapping against the hull of the ship, making deep marks on the hard redwood, and finally crumbling into bones.

At this moment, the wooden boat finally sank below the surface of the river.

At the moment when the river was broken, the waves rolled slightly, and the dark river water was a little clearer, and Ning Que finally looked at qingchu, there were countless hands around the boat.

Those hands grasp the bottom of the wooden boat and keep pushing downwards to make the wooden boat sink. The wooden boat is cut from hard sequoia wood, smooth and hard, and those hands are gripping the walls of the ship for the shimenénggou?

Those hands were as white as jade, but they were not beautiful, because like those white bone whips before, these hands were only white bones, and the sharp bone fingers were deeply wedged in the wall of the ship.

Countless double-boned hands dragged the wooden boat, dragging Ning Que on the boat, dragging the Sangsang on Ning Que's back to sink into the dark depths of the river, and fǎngfo wanted to drag them into hell.

The river is dark, except for countless pairs of miserable white bone hands, he shime can't see, and shime can't hear it, and the surrounding darkness is dead and silent, which is extremely weird and terrifying.

"Help me. Ning Que said in his heart.

Sang Sang heard his voice, and the next moment, his eyes became extremely bright, and in the meantime, there were stars exploding in fǎngfo, and they were infinitely bright, and those were the purest Haotian Divine Radiance.

Now, she was his eyes, and there was divine power in his eyes, and before his gaze, the dark water of the river suddenly faded and became clear, and the obscured vision was restored.

Ning Que saw the owners of those bone hands, those miserable white skeletons.

In the river around the wreck, tens of thousands of skeletons floated around, densely surrounded by them.

How many years have these skeletons lived at the bottom of the river, some skeletons had yellowish bones, floating in the water, and were broken by the current from time to time, some skeletons had missing a large mouth in their skulls, and black fish were swimming in it, these skeletons looked at the shipwreck, and their eye sockets were full of greed like black holes.

Ning Que's sense of hearing was also restored, he heard the sound of turbulent undercurrents, heard the terrible ghost cry from the depths of the dark river, and heard the happy laughter of tens of thousands of skeletons.

Why do those laughs seem so desperate?

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(Thank you.) (To be continued.) )