The old monk screamed violently, and his hands holding the blade like white muddy flowers suddenly trembled at high speed.

A substantial force surged up along the blade, and suddenly met with the Haoran Sword that Ning Que had poured into the blade.

Boom!

The dim demon hall was dusty, and the mountain of bones collapsed, and those broken bones and bone chips were like garbage, swept up by the wind and fluttered around, hitting the bluestone walls with a crackling sound.

Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu, who were in a coma, were also shocked to the corner of the wall by this powerful impact force.

The breath of heaven and earth, which had been seen again for decades, kept repairing Master Lotus Sheng's broken body, helping him to restore his realm strength at a terrifying speed, and the first thing that became terrifying and powerful was his spiritual power.

At the same time, these heaven and earth breaths were also absorbed by Ning Que, and then transformed into the vitality in his body, and finally became a powerful power that he had never experienced before.

In the end, the comparison is still time, it depends on whether Ning Que can become strong enough to kill the other party completely before the old monk recovers to be strong enough.

Therefore, Ning Que did not use the magic talisman in the bag, nor did he use the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, because these methods required the breath of heaven and earth to reach a certain strength, and they also needed his own mental power to be completely undisturbed by the other party's spiritual power.

In this case, he believes the most, and can only believe in the three knives behind him, the three Pu knives that have killed countless enemies from Minshan to Weicheng, from Weicheng to Chunfeng Pavilion.

However, it is a pity that absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth is a means of the Demon Sect, and Master Liansheng, as a former elder of the Demon Sect, is far above Ning Que in terms of both his mastery and realm of these methods.

The gap between the realms of the two sides is too big, and time will become unfair, Ning Que failed to stab the other party to death with one sword, and as time passed slowly and unstoppably, the situation became more and more unfavorable to him.

He clearly felt that his body was stronger than before, but the hand holding the handle of the Pu Dao was trembling weakly, and he was almost unable to grasp the hilt, because the power coming from the blade was almost better than his own!

He looked up and saw the old monk's indifferent eyes.

The meeting of the two eyes did not have the same devastating effect as when the previous breath met on the blade, but was gentle and serene like a dew rolling down from a lotus leaf and falling into the lake with a ripple.

When the water waves, there is a new world.

In the night sky, the compassionate voice of Master Lotus came out.

"This is my world. ”

Ning Que looked at the hundreds of millions of stars inlaid on the night dome, silent, knowing that his sea of consciousness had finally been invaded again by the terrifying spiritual power of the old monk, and he finally understood that the place in front of the real cultivators in the world was definitely their world, and both strength and consciousness would be under their control.

The night dome shook suddenly, not cracking, but falling on the billions of stars set in it, which pierced the sky and smashed their long tails into the wasteland before him, and the earth groaned and trembled in pain, and the winter trees and frost grass were covered by splashes of dirt, or burned to ashes by the heat.

He knew what the picture meant.

The billions of stars that have fallen from the night dome are the spiritual power of Master Rinpoche. The moaning and painful wasteland and grass and trees are his sea of knowledge. When the wasteland and grass are turned into purgatory and scorched earth by the fallen stars, his sea of consciousness will be blasted away, and he will die or become an ignorant and ignorant waste.

Ning Que stood on the wasteland, looking at the wildfire caused by the stars smashing into the ground in the distance, looking at the terrifying crater in the nearby wasteland, he didn't dust off the black mud on his body, and he didn't dodge, because he didn't know how to dodge.

At the risk of being condemned by heaven, he just inherited the mantle of his little uncle, and he saw that he could survive in death, but he fell into such a desperate situation and was about to die."

His mood was cold, and he even felt real despair, but in the depths of despair, there was still a strong unwillingness and a strong desire to shatter all these stars.

As if some being sensed his strong unwillingness and longing, a faint shadow slowly spread over, over the top of his head, covering his whole body.

He looked at the shadow in front of him and the deeper shadow of himself in the shadow, and Huo Ran turned around.

There was nothing in the moor behind him.

There is only one statue.

A black statue.

The statue seemed to be a human being, but it also seemed to be some god, and because it had its back to the light, its face and body were immersed in deep shadows, and it was impossible to see clearly.

The stars in the night dome are still falling.

Billions of stars kept crashing into the wasteland, and they became denser and denser, gradually annihilating Ning Que's body.

And just after the black statue appeared, those falling stars, as if the moths that saw the flames were strongly attracted by the invisible power of no seed, swept towards the black statue one after another.

The stars that had previously made an astonishing sound slammed into the huge black statue, faintly like inconspicuous fireflies.

Billions of stars are a group of weak fireflies, constantly colliding, flashing a faint firelight.

The faint glow of the fire was absorbed by the black statue.

The black statue gradually warmed up, and then turned red throughout, as if coated with a layer of blood.

It must be hot, right?

Ning Que looked at the huge statue with a confused expression, thinking like this.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and when he looked down, he saw wisps of green smoke coming from his belt, as if it was about to burn, and he didn't know what was going on inside.

Ning Que returned to the real world.

Only then did he realize that the old monk had pushed the blade out of his chest a few inches, and the hard hilt had reached his waist, and he was holding something in his belt, and the thing seemed to be burning!

Ning Que stared at the old monk's crystal warm but ruthless eyes, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and pushed forward violently!

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips like a waterfall.

He roared in pain, stepped his feet deep into the bluestone slab like nails, leaned forward and pressed the hard object on his waist against the hilt of the knife, pressing the weight of the whole person up, and the blade went one inch deeper!

The old monk looked at the blade that slowly went deep into his chest, and his eyes welled up with an incredible look.

When his spiritual power touched Ning Que's body, it disappeared in an instant, as if it was a mud cow entering the sea, and the speed of this loss was extremely amazing, but in an instant, his sea of consciousness was half empty!

Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth with magic skills, relying on the control of pure mental power, at this time, the mental power in the sea of consciousness gradually withered, and those heaven and earth vitality floating in the demon hall naturally no longer entered his body, but drifted towards Ning Que's body!

The old monk clearly felt the power of the blades between his hands suddenly increase.

He glared at Ning Que, then glanced down at his waist.

There was a very slight grinding sound.

It's like a lake breeze gently blowing through lotus leaves.

The sharp blade cut off a few fingers, and the broken shoulder slowly fell.

A pure white lotus flower with petals falling off.

Ning Que snorted, and the Pu knife in his hand stabbed forward violently, accompanied by the mighty sword intent of Pei Ran Moyu, the snowy blade stabbed into the old monk's chest with a pop, directly through his heart.