Hengmu Liren's fist carried the power of Haotian and fell directly on Ning Que's body, but he failed to beat Ning Que to death, this incident made him feel a little unbelievable - Ning Que was covered in blood, his wounds were cracked everywhere, and even his heart was obviously broken, but he could still stand, why is this?

The big black horse ran to Ning Que's side, lowered his head to his right hand, and asked him to put his hand on his neck to help him stand firmly, Ning Que gently touched its mane, indicating that he was fine.

"I forgot the order of what Liansheng said, whether you want to cultivate the demon first and cultivate the Buddha, or if you want to cultivate the Buddha and cultivate the demon first, but in fact, the principle is the same, only if the vajra is not bad can it not get dirty. ”

Ning Que wiped the blood on the placket of his hand, looked at Hengmu Liren across the street, and said, "You know me very well, but you don't seem to know what I have been cultivating for the longest time. ”

In the world of cultivation, he first came into contact with Fu Dao, then Haoran Qi, then Lotus Sheng's Demon Sect**, and finally studied Buddhism in the Rotten Ke Temple.

But in fact, he spent the longest time cultivating the Buddha - the time here is not the time of the real world, but the time of the Buddha's chessboard, where he practiced the Buddha for thousands of years, and finally cultivated the mountain-like Buddha statue into the appearance of Sangsang, and in that process, he has been with Sangsang.

Sangsang has always been in his body, in his heart, his body and mind have already had some kind of god surname, in this regard, while he is cultivating Buddhism, he is also cultivating demons, and he has long been extreme.

The thousand-year-old events in the chessboard world are the last memories he wants to remember, except for the senior brother who vaguely knows some, he has not told anyone about the details, the Daomen regards him as a great enemy, and has collected countless information, but he doesn't know that now he, in addition to those means to shake the world, also has Buddhism.

Yokoki Liren didn't know either, so he couldn't understand Ning Que's two words, but he subconsciously felt a strong uneasiness, and a strong vigilance welled up in the depths of his eyes that were as dark as night.

For example, a strong man like him, the movement of the mind is the movement of heaven and earth, the hurricane in Yangzhou City has risen again, the clouds in the sky are twisted and restless, and the breath of heaven and earth has become extremely disordered.

Hengmu Liren swept by the wind, and instantly came to Ning Que's body, and the right fist burning with the blazing holy flame turned into a bright flowing fire, like a meteorite from outside the sky, blasting towards Ning Que's face!

Late spring is also early summer, except for those who are hanging from the trees between the bridges, the scenery inside and outside Yangju City is excellent, the wild grass is green, wild flowers are in full bloom, and the mist is dyed into a fireworks scene.

Before, the big black horse galloped in the wilderness, galloping in the shade of the trees in the city, and a very inconspicuous little yellow flower fell between the manes at some point, and at this time it was shivering in the wind.

Ning Que's right hand was ** its mane, touching the little yellow flower, and picked it up very casually.

He picked up the little yellow flower with his fingers and faced the hurricane in the street, and the fist like a stream of fire.

In the wind, the petals of the little yellow flower fell backwards, but they never left the weak stem.

An aura of great compassion emanated from the petals.

Yokoki Liren's fist gradually slowed down, unable to fall on Ning Que's body.

Ning Que did not become a Buddha, what he invited out was a statue outside the body.

A Buddha appeared behind him.

The Buddha did not have a wide forehead and big ears, but the appearance of a slightly plump woman.

Not the Buddha, not the Ming King, but Sangsang.

This is the Buddha he has cultivated for thousands of years.

Yokoki Tatsuto said that he fought for Haotian.

Ning Que said that he was the same, and he had been fighting for her for countless years, so much so that now, he could also let her fight for herself.

The blazing Haotian Divine Radiance still swirled around Yokoki Liren's fist, the light was infinite, his cheeks were unusually pale from the illumination, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and anger and unwillingness.

The apocalypse is a gift from Haotian.

How could he use the power that Haotian had given him to hurt Haotian?

That's blasphemy.

"So what! Without the power of faith, how can you invite the real Haotian!"

Yokoki Liren shouted angrily, his voice was like a continuous spring thunder, exploding inside and outside Yangzhou City, he raised his realm to the peak, and continued to blast towards the small flower between Ning Que's fingers!

All of a sudden, his figure became extremely tall!

He had his hair scattered and his body exuding a white hot mist, and he looked like a god from time immemorial, or more like it if it weren't for the anger in his solemn expression.

"She's not Haotian, she's just the Buddha in your heart! The Buddha is the most hypocritical! The most fake compassion! Shouza won't kill anyone with a tin staff, and he was cut into a dog by Jun Mo! Even if you really become a Buddha, what can you do with me!"

Yokogi Liren, who looked like a god, looked at him condescendingly, and his expression was extremely violent.

Ning Que's body kept bleeding, and Sangsang's incarnate Buddha statue was silent behind him, looking at the long street with compassion, not knowing whether he was looking at Hengmu or Ning Que.

What Yokoki said is not wrong, without the power of faith as the source, no matter how exquisite the Dharma is, as long as he can't invite the real Sangsang, at most he can only protect himself, but he can't hurt him.

Yangzhou City is not Chang'an, all the people here who are interested in the old Tang Dynasty and the academy, and those who are willing and dare to think about helping Ning Que, have been killed by Hengmu, or killed by him, and they don't even dare to think about it, so Ning Que can't write that talisman, and there is no way to gather the power of faith.

"The academy doesn't like to call that kind of power faith. ”

The light of the Buddha and the god-like horizontal wood are fighting extremely dangerously on the long street, and the little yellow flower between Ning Que and his fingers seems a little small in the middle, but his voice is still so calm.

"We used to call it faith. ”

After saying this, he let go of his fingers and let the little yellow flower be blown away by the fist wind and scattered without a trace.

At the same time, the Dharma statue behind him also shattered with the wind, and the Buddha's light suddenly disappeared into his body.

His hand grasped the hilt of the iron knife.

Countless vague and insignificant powers were born from countless places inside and outside Yangzhou City, and then floated silently, entering his body one by one.

Yokoki Tatsuto's face became extremely pale, and he muttered to himself in confusion: "How can this be?"

Those powers were the power of faith that he would never get for Ning Que in Yangzhou City, or in Ning Que's own words, the power of faith.

Even if the Buddha is resurrected, how can he gain the faith of the dead?

Ning Que swung his iron knife and slashed at Yokoki Liren.

The Buddha doesn't cut people, he cuts people.

The iron knife simply fell, because it carried the obsession of countless dead people in Qinghe County, so it was not simple.

The wind blows, and the Dharma and the holy light shine together, and then tear each other into pieces.

Yokoki Liren drank like thunder, and at the cost of his life, he ignited the blazing Haotian Shenhui, wanting to block this knife.

Ning Que was in Chang'an City back then, and he didn't have any understanding of faith, and the reason why he was able to use the array eye pestle to write those two talismans was to passively accept the fearless beliefs of the Tang people in Chang'an City.

Now he has a deep understanding of faith, without Chang'an City, he doesn't have enough strength to write that talisman, but he can rely on Buddhism to gain enough strength to cut out ten million swords again.

Yokogi may be able to block his sword.

But there was no way to stop his ten thousand knives.

On the long street, the smoke and dust were filled, and the terrifying sound of the air tearing was endless, which was faintly mixed with the fear, despair, and anger of the Hengmu Liren!

Moment.

The moment that the Buddha said.

Hengmu Liren blocked the three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two slashes that Ning Que slashed.

Ning Que slashed thirteen,seven hundred and eighty-two knives.

Therefore, there were a whole 10,000 knives that fell on the body of Yokoki Liren.

The smoke and dust are receding.

A moment ago, the god-like Hengmu Liren was cut down into an ordinary ordinary person, covered in blood, with his head lowered and his eyebrows flat, just like the young man in Tsing Yi who chopped wood in the Heavenly Courtyard two years ago.

With a choking sound, Ning Que collected the iron knife and returned it to the sheath.

Stirred by the sound, Yokoki Liren's scattered Dao Hearts that had been cut off could no longer remain intact, and he vomited blood with a pop, and the wounds in his chest and abdomen burst out like gold and jade-like internal organs!

He lowered his head and looked at those terrifying knife edges with a confused expression.

The next moment, the crystallization of Haoran Qi, which had been slapped into his body by Ning Que before, erupted violently along the ten thousand knife edges on his body, and in a terrible roar, the wind swept across the long street, and then went into the distance.

This gust of wind swept up the reeds on Daze, startled the birds outside Linkang City, and did not stop until they came to the Xiling Divine Kingdom thousands of miles away and returned to the temple between the peach mountains.

Ning Que stood in Xiao Xiaofeng, his expression was indifferent and tired, without any pleasure, he ignored Hengmu Liren, sat down cross-legged and began to breathe, the big black horse stood beside him, looking around vigilantly.

Hundreds of temple cavalry, already surrounding the long street, but they were too frightened to approach.

"I don't understand why. ”

Yokogi Ritto lowered his head and muttered, his voice looking extremely painful.

"You are indeed very strong, and you are well prepared, you know that the iron arrow is not my most powerful method, and you even did not hesitate to kill so many people in order to break my method. ”

Ning Que said: "But you don't know that I have cultivated Buddhism, and you don't know that I have learned a truth in the wasteland - the dead and the living are all human beings, and if you kill those people, it is your way to die." ”

"I see. Yokoki Lito raised his head, looked at him and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you have made a lot of preparations to kill me, so I am still willing to think about it." ”

Ning Que said: "You think too much. ”

After saying this, he stood up, turned over and jumped on the big black horse, and looked around, only to see that inside and outside Yangzhou City, there were small bridges and flowing water, fireworks and fireworks, old trees and crows, and Les Miserables, but there was no trace of her.

Yokoki Liren looked at his back and shouted unwillingly: "It's already the end, you can't admit that I'm special? I'm Haotian's son! How can I be the same as other wastes killed by you!"

Ning Que glanced back at him and said, "You always say that you are her son, the problem is that I never remember having you with her, how can I admit it?"

The black horse picked up smoke and dust and headed towards the south of Yangzhou City.

Yokogi Tatsuto looked at his back with difficulty, confused, finally understood, and died.

Fireworks in May, Ning Que killed one more person.

The Tang army went down to Yangzhou.

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(The reason why it can't break out yesterday, I thought about it yesterday and didn't say, I reported it today, it's because I came from other places to ** close relatives and friends, I have to drive four or five hours every day for the past two days, and I have to arrange meals or something, tired into the same scum as saving zài, I can not break the change, it is already a very hard thing, and the quality is still okay, I am very satisfied, I hope everyone is also satisfied, tomorrow will be fine, well, all said so much, or very strongly call on everyone to vote for a monthly ticket, written very carefully. (To be continued.) )