In the roar, the viewer came to Ning Que's body, and there was blood on the snow street.

The afterglow cut the rainbow bridge, the senior brother held his foot, he couldn't leave Chang'an City from the air, so he could only take Ning Que's knife of tens of millions of people.

He was miserable at this time, like a sinner who had been half-tortured, covered in blood and white bones, but he still thought that he could catch the knife.

The trend of watching the master is still like a fairy, a white bone fairy.

He pointed out the blade in the middle.

His expression was solemn, like a monarch of the kingdom of God walking on earth.

The aura on his body changed suddenly, becoming extremely awe-inspiring.

An aura colder than the abyss, lonelier than death, passed from his fingertips to the blade of the iron knife, and in an instant, the blade was covered with a layer of frost.

What a powerful breath of silence.

Suzaku let out a roar of rage, spewing out endless flames that fought against the silence.

The front end of the iron knife was cold and icy, exuding a palpitating silence, covered with snow and frost, and the end close to Ning Que's right hand was extremely hot, emitting flames to the outside world.

The two extreme aura, on such an unpretentious knife, are making the most dangerous resistance, and no one knows whether this iron knife will be frozen into scrap iron in the next moment, or it will burn the world to death.

At that moment, there was a crisp sound of the iron knife in the hurricane rolling up in the snow street, it was the sound of metal objects crashing, and then more and more crashing sounds were heard.

The sword wind blew through the streets, drumming between the streets, alleys, and markets, and I don't know how many things were rolled up. There are iron pots that people have landed on the street, there are also a few broken gongs, and there are some musical instruments such as flutes and pipes.

The gong was struck by a stone, the thick iron pot hit the wall, the wind poured into the pipe and began to whimper, and the sound of excitement sounded in the dim wind, and I don't know who staged a happy event or a funeral.

With the sound of these voices. The snow and frost covering the front of the iron blade disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flames spewed out by Suzaku slashed down the blade towards the viewer.

The silence is broken by the excitement of the world.

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The wind of iron knives. Let Suzaku Avenue become a storm sea in the east of the Song Kingdom.

The silence of the Lord was broken, and Tsing Yi moved with the wind.

He swaggered up, and his body seemed to have instantly become countless times larger.

A sea as big. The boundless breath appeared on the snow street.

Once again, the Lord of Buddhism used the immeasurable sea.

The suffering of Ling Chi a moment ago made him very clear that if he only used the immeasurable realm of the Buddha Sect, it would not be enough to resist the knife in Ning Que's hand, because it was ten million knives.

Therefore, at the same time, he cast the Heavenly Demon Realm - the Heavenly Demon Realm is the immortal practice of the Demon Sect, and now in the world, except for the aftermath curtain, there is only the Contemplation Lord's Association. In addition to making the practitioner's body stronger than steel, this kind of exercise can also create a new world, or a false world.

The immeasurable of the Buddha Sect and the Heavenly Demon Realm of the Demon Sect. What is the effect of using it at the same time?

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Ning Que came to the shore of the East China Sea and stood on the seawall that stretched for an unknown number of miles.

The East Sea Embankment of the Song Kingdom is very famous, and he did not look at the strange big stones under his feet, but silently looked at the seemingly boundless sea outside the embankment.

There are countless storms that arise from the depths of the ocean. The nearby sea water was stirred like ink, revealing a chilling and dangerous smell, and the sea water in the distance set off huge waves as high as more than ten stories high.

Ning Que didn't swing his knife and slash at those heavy building waves.

For the Lord is not a storm, but a storm comes from his iron sword.

The Lord is the sea, and no matter how violent and terrifying the storm is, it will never be able to destroy the sea itself.

The murky sky resounded with the clear chirping of the Suzaku.

The crimson bird was holding on to a small stone. Brave the storm at sea, and strive to fly into the depths of the sea, no matter how violent the wind and rain are, they can't stop it.

The Suzaku turned into a small black dot under the sky.

He threw the small stone he was holding into the sea.

The rocks fell into the raging ocean and were swallowed up instantly, without even splashing a conspicuous enough splash.

The Suzaku was not discouraged by this, it chirped, flapped its wings and flew back to the shore, picked up another stone, and continued to brave the storm and fly again to the depths of the sea.

Birds weave between the gloomy sky and the raging ocean.

Behind the seawall, there is a mountain that has collapsed more than half.

At the foot of the mountain, someone struck the stone with a hammer and smashed the hard rock until Suzaku was able to pick it up.

There are a lot of people who throw stones, and the black pressure is innumerable.

In recent years, they have smashed the collapsed Buddha statues into countless small Buddha statues and sold them to tourists in exchange for profits, and they are very good at this kind of thing.

Humans are inherently good at this kind of thing.

Human beings are good at opening mountains, and they are good at smashing all the hardness in the world.

Behind the seawall, the dull sound of smashing rocks continued for many days and nights, and people tirelessly smashed them, and Suzaku tirelessly went back and forth between the sea and the land.

Countless small stones were thrown into the ocean by Suzaku.

This is reclamation.

The sea is immeasurable, but as long as it keeps filling, I believe that there will always be a day when it will be filled.

Immeasurable, broken by the infinity of the human world.

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The Lord of Observation became a barren field.

Heavy rain has been falling for half a year, and it is said that this flood is a punishment from Haotian, and anyone who is disrespectful will die in this terrible disaster.

If you want to escape this great flood, you must walk through this wilderness, but this field is full of knee-deep weeds, muddy swamps everywhere, and some places seem safe, but there are dangerous quicksands that even fierce beasts dare not wander through the wilderness.

The first man came to the outskirts of the field, and he hesitated, because there was no road in the field, and he did not know how to go and what was the right way to go.

More and more people are coming to the wilderness, they want to walk through the wilderness, but they are looking for a new world, but like the first people, they don't know where the road is.

People talked about it for a long time. They even started arguing, but they never came up with an idea.

"Please let me. ”

A teenager squeezed through the crowd and walked out into the wasteland.

His luggage was simple, probably the rusty wood knife in his hand, and even more worrying, he was carrying a skinny little girl on his back.

He was persuaded that the wilderness was dangerous, and that there were no roads.

The teenager ignored them. He continued to walk towards the wasteland, but he held the knife in his hand tighter.

Looking at the back of the young man who disappeared into the grass of the wasteland, the crowd was silent for a long time.

Someone tightened their bags on their backs. Then I walked into the wasteland.

Someone supported his tired body with a branch and walked in.

More and more humans are walking into the wasteland.

Some were bitten to death by poisonous snakes in the swamp, and some sank deep into the mud. Some people have become dried corpses under the quicksand, but many more have successfully walked through this wilderness and gone to a new world.

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

The Heavenly Demon Realm was broken by the attachment of the human world.

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The contemplator casts three realms at the same time.

The extinction of the Daomen, the immeasurable of the Buddha, and the heavenly demon realm of the Demon Sect.

These three realms are all above the five realms.

Ning Que simply dropped the knife.

Broken with one sword.

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The Spectator's finger was still on the blade.

The snow and frost on the iron knife had long since disappeared, and the sword momentum and blazing flames had gone with the wind.

There was an extremely thin bloody mouth on the finger of the Lord.

Then there were more than ten extremely miserable knife cuts on his body.

Some of the flesh that had been cut was blown away by the wind, and some were turned out, exposed in the dim wind.

Blood trickled down from him like a waterfall.

He looked miserable.

It's so miserable that it looks like it's impossible to live anymore.

But the Lord is still alive.

Millennium. The strongest person in the Dao Sect will not die so easily.

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

If he couldn't fight against Ning Que's ten million knives, then one qiē would be over.

The Lord has been proud of the world all his life. The shadow of death is felt very rarely.

Defeat under Ke Haoran's sword was once.

It was one time to be hit by the master's stick.

But even these two times, he survived, and he went one step further on the path of cultivation.

Only the great fear between life and death can give a person like the Lord a chance to realize the Tao again.

Today, in front of Ning Que's knife, he saw the abyss between life and death again. Will he be able to realize anything more?

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The viewer looked at Ning Que, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

That expression was not indifferent remorse, nor was it anger, and it had nothing to do with unwillingness.

This kind of expression is not what human beings should have, calm to the extreme, then revealing a sense of indifference, the deepest part of indifference is not cold, but nothingness, without any emotion

It seems that expressions without emotion should not be called expressions.

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

There was no emotion in the eyes of the contemplator, and even the pupils of the eyes gradually faded.

It's not the kind of shallow when performing the Gray Eyes Exercise, but it's really light.

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

Then he snapped his fingers.

Ning Que's iron knife fell.

Before the blade arrived, the wind began to rage in advance.

Black hair fluttered in the wind, and blood was scattered in the wind.

The flesh peeled off from his body was bright red like flower petals.

Those white bones are as clean as lotus roots.

The picture that should have been bloody looks extremely beautiful at this time.

He turned into a lotus.

Blood cannot be stained, and dirt cannot be hidden.

Purity.

It's quiet.

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The shattered rainbow fell from the blue sky, and finally fell into the street.

A few pieces fell on the body of the viewer, suddenly glowing with gold and jade, and then slipped down.

These rainbow fragments are the remnants of the apocalypse, but at this time, for some reason, these powers given by Haotian cannot be integrated into the flesh and blood of the Lord.

The connection between the viewer and Haotian seems to have been broken, and he seems to have disappeared from heaven and earth, turning into snow and flowers that have escaped, so independent, and thus so untouchable.

Looking at this scene, Yu Curtain suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The senior brother said in disbelief: "Tranquility?"

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(The next chapter will be broken, but I don't know when it will be written, but it will be written anyway.) ）