"Absolute silence, no sound, no ants crawling, no leaves shaking, nothing, and finally you want to hear the sound too much, your eardrums will become extremely sharp, you can even hear the sound of those corpses decomposing around you, and the sound of those rotting corpses exploding into your ears is like a thunderbolt!"

The old monk's mournful voice vibrated back and forth in the quiet room, like countless continuous thunderbolts.

"The corpses in the room are all decomposed, or turned into dried corpses, so that there are no more sounds, and the sounds that made you sick one moment are the best things in your memories the next, you know that?"

"At the end of the day, you can even hear your own blood running in your veins, hear your muscles losing moisture and deform, hear your stomach pouches shriveling, and your intestines sticking together and tearing, right? If you listen to it for a long time, you'll definitely want to vomit, but the problem is that you can't vomit. ”

The old monk's eyes lost all their luster, numb as a stone statue, recalling these decades of cruel life, and muttered: "No matter how powerful a cultivator is, you can't completely stop drinking and eating, you need to eat something, even if it's something that is difficult to eat, if you spit out the food, then you will die." ”

The old monk suddenly shouted in a screaming voice: "I know that this way of life is more cruel than death, and I should have committed suicide when I was imprisoned here, but this seemingly rough guy has a more insidious mind than the devil, and he knows that since I was greedy for life at that time, then I will never be willing to die! He is the real devil!"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and asked, "What kind of food have you relied on for decades?"

The mountain of bones under the old monk has an old body dried by the dry breeze, and there are white skeletons.

Ning Que's gaze fell on it, and he couldn't help frowning.

Mo Shanshan followed his gaze, there were a lot of bone chips under the mountain of bone corpses, and those bone chips seemed to be traces left by the gnawing of wild beasts, and suddenly she figured out something, her body suddenly stiffened, and her face was extremely pale.

Looking at the reaction of the two people, the old monk laughed loudly, the laughter was poignant and sharp, like a sad old ghost crying with resentment, the drooping skin on his face wrinkled in one place, as if he was really crying, but probably because of the lack of water in the body, the tears squeezed out of the corners of the old man's eyes were as muddy as stone milk.

Looking at the old cloudy eyes, listening to such heart-rending crazy crying and laughing, thinking of the days when the old monk was imprisoned in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate for decades and was worse than death, even the hardest person with the strongest heart was afraid that he would also have a sour sense of sympathy, but Ning Que had no feeling at all, looked at the old monk and said: "Sympathy is something that can't be begged for." ”

The old monk's maniacal laughter gradually stopped, and his eyes looked at his face like ghostly fire.

Ning Que turned his head to look at the stone wall, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Probably because I encountered too many dangers when I was a child, I am a very insecure person, and when I have nothing to do, I always like to think about what if something happens to me? Who raised that Sangsang? What if something happens to Sangsang? How can I convince myself to continue living?"

"If someone deals with Sang-san as you have done, I will be tormented by how to take revenge. Killing you with a knife is naturally too cheap for you, and you probably won't be able to last too long if you cut your hands and feet and pickle them in a jar, and I won't let you suffer too long of pain, and I will naturally be unhappy. “

He retracted his gaze and looked at the old monk, smiled and said, "Now that I think about your past few decades, I realize that Uncle Xiao is really a genius who knows all the laws, and he is so talented in torturing people." I won't sympathize with you, I'll learn this method, I just hope I won't use it in the future. ”

The old monk didn't know who Sangsang was, but Mo Shanshan knew, so she glanced at Ning Que.

The old monk smiled and didn't say anything more, the previous series of questions had already relieved the resentment he had accumulated for decades a little, and he now had more important things to do.

He slowly lowered his head, and gently moved his withered lips to the girl under his palm.

Ye Hongyu looked at the old monk coldly, but he couldn't help but have some small protrusions of fear on his skin, watching himself being torn into pieces and slowly eaten, no one could completely dispel the fear in his heart.

In the silent darkness, a crisp curry sound suddenly sounded in the dark room.

Ning Que pulled out the Pu knife behind his back, and his knees flicked suddenly, like a tiger lurking in the long grass overnight and finally catching the weakness of its prey, and suddenly pounced on the old monk in the bone mountain.

In mid-air, a cold sword light sprayed over like a torrential rain.

He and Mo Shanshan were controlled by the old monk at a glance, Zhihai Yan was injured, and his consciousness could not control any part of his body, but for some reason he overcame this obstacle and forcibly controlled his body, and at this time, the old monk was bowing his head and preparing to gnaw on Ye Hongyu's flesh and blood, and he should not be able to pay attention to his movements, which was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.

When the old monk saw the light of the knife in his afterglow, the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand was only half a foot away from his neck, no matter what angle he looked at, he could no longer prevent the arrival of death.

However, the afterglow remains the gaze.

When the old monk saw the light of the knife, his heart moved.

Except for the divine brilliance of Haotian, there is nothing in the world that is faster than the mind.

A spiritual power that was not powerful but mellow to the extreme was diffused from the old monk's gaze, and countless white bones in the bone corpse mountain flew up in response to the qi machine, and a thick leg bone blocked in front of the snow bright sword light!

This pure white thick leg bone, I don't know which Demon Sect powerhouse is the remnant of the year, the soul has long been lost but the strength is still there, and it collided violently with the sword, and a huge gap appeared, but it was not disconnected!

The whole room was a fan cage formation laid out by the little senior uncle back then, and the runes engraved by the two senior brothers on the Pu knife could not absorb any heaven and earth vitality, and he couldn't directly confront the old monk's mental power to directly control the bone of zhì!

Ning Que snorted, and the huge force from the blade directly broke his wrist, and his body flew backwards violently, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth in mid-air.

Among the mountains of bones, those white root debris inspired by the old monk's mental power came closely, and the remote snapped hit his body, as if it was a storm, and in an instant, he suffered hundreds of thousands of heavy blows, blood kept gushing, and the bones on his body were broken without knowing how many were broken.

With a snap, Ning Que fell to the ground heavily, and another mouthful of blood sprayed on the placket of his clothes, but fortunately, the storm composed of those white bones fell to the ground without attacking again.

A steady stream of pain came from all over his body, as if all the bones were broken, Ning Que frowned, and stabbed himself with a simple knife to stand up, but after all, he couldn't resist the injuries in his body and knelt heavily on one knee.

The old monk's face was pale, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were full of light, and his body shook slightly, it was obvious that in order to deal with Ning Que's sneak attack, he had also paid a great price, and the strength accumulated for decades and the previous mouthful of blood food were forced to be consumed, but no matter how weak he was, his palm was still firmly controlling Ye Hongyu.

The ruling array that isolates the breath of heaven and earth is the most terrifying existence for cultivators, because without the vitality of heaven and earth, most of the Taoist techniques are completely unable to be performed, especially the supreme realm contained in Master Lotus Sheng's eyes before, which directly hurts the cultivator's consciousness, so that they cannot control their bodies with their consciousness at all, and those who are in this situation are like calligraphers who have lost their brushes, and who have lost the rhythm of the lyre, and they have lost all their abilities in vain, and they will surely fall into complete despair.

But Ning Que was different from the vast majority of cultivators in the world, he had just learned to cultivate, and when he was struggling on the brink of life and death for more than ten years, he had never relied on a Dao Flying Sword but his body and the three swords behind him.

Being hit hard by Master Liansheng's glance at Zhihai couldn't make him fall into despair, because after countless battles, his control over ** was so strong that it was difficult for ordinary people to imagine Cheng Dù, and even the skeletal muscles of the body could control it by themselves, and during the long conversation before, he had been tensing and relaxing his muscles at a high frequency, just to let his body really relax, and make his own response out of Zhihai control.

It must be said that Ning Que is indeed a person who is very good at fighting, especially in this seemingly desperate situation where the enemy is weak and strong, the calmer he is, the stronger his combat consciousness becomes, but it is a pity that the gap in strength between the two sides has become so large that it cannot be made up by judgment and combat consciousness alone.

"Your ability to control your body is actually so strong?——

The old monk looked at Ning Que who was half-kneeling on the ground in a little surprise, his two white eyebrows slowly floated up, and he said in a low voice: "Although the desolate man is physically strong, he is still inferior to you in the main and auxiliary relationship between consciousness and body, I can't imagine that this generation of academy walking is actually a good material for cultivating demons, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Ning Que was injured and could no longer hold the handle of the knife in his hand, his body shook twice, and finally fell to the ground again, and he didn't hear what the old monk said clearly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and coughed twice in pain.

What happened before was too fast, Mo Shanshan was completely unprepared, and at this time, he watched Ning Que fall in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of worry, but he had no way to lean over to see what was going on with him.

Ning Que looked at her expression, slowly moved over with difficulty, sat opposite her, coughed twice in pain, gasped and said weakly: "I won't die for the time being, but I really can't move now." ”

The old monk looked at him, and the more he looked at it, the more happy he became, and said regretfully: "Such a beautiful material, if it were not a disciple of the academy, I really want to pass on the mantle to you and see where you can go in the future."

Ning Que once really thought that he was a genius of cultivation, but he had gone through a lot of hardships in this life before he stepped into the cultivation path, and as soon as he entered the cultivation path, he saw too many real strong people, as well as freaks such as the second senior brother Chen Pipi, and met genius girls like bookworms and Taoist idiots, so he gradually broke off that kind of obsession and realized that his qualifications in cultivation were not mediocre.

So at this time, listening to the old monk's emotion, he couldn't help but feel a little weird, curled the corners of his lips with difficulty, gasped and laughed at himself: "The snow mountain qi sea only has ten tricks, and it can actually be a beautiful material?"

The old monk looked at him weak and said, "If you want to cultivate demons, what if you don't know anything?"

Ning Que leaned weakly on Mo Shanshan's back, looked at the old monk in the Bone Mountain and smiled hard, and said, "Master, I am willing to follow you to cultivate demons now, so can you let a few of us go? ”

The old monk looked at him with compassion and said weakly, "Why do you have to say jokes at this time?"

Ning Que coughed twice, gasped and said, "It's not a joke, I can swear by the master's personality." ”

The old monk grinned with difficulty, and said with a smile: "I have been enemies with Ke Haoran all my life, and I know the true appearance of the academy better than anyone else in the world. ”

Ning Que couldn't help laughing when he heard this, but he was so excited that his chest and abdomen were sad, and he coughed violently.

The old monk looked at him and said puzzledly: "You should be able to forbear, why did you choose that time to make a move before?" Although the timing was good, but after all, it was still a little early, wouldn't it be better if you could wait until the moment when I devour my flesh and blood?"

Ning Que wiped away the blood he coughed up and said, "It's really early, mainly because I don't like to watch eating human flesh." ”

Listening to the word human flesh, the old monk's expression gradually became resentful, and he said in a cold voice: "I have gnawed on the bones and dried meat for decades, and in the end, these meats have become waterless firewood residue, do you think it is delicious?"

The old monk looked at the pair of young men and women sitting opposite each other, and said resentfully: "The human flesh that I ate when I walked the world before was either for plotting, but more for my own strength, do you think that I am just a perverted madman who likes to eat human flesh? Do you think that human flesh is really delicious?"

The old monk thought about the Tsing Yi that floated through the demon hall decades ago, and laughed nervously: "Ke Haoran sealed me in this isolated hell, just to force me to eat human flesh, and then another guy came here, no matter how hard I begged him, he refused to let me go or kill me, but went to pick up more than a dozen corpses and threw them to me for food, saying that this is Haotian's reward to me, if I cannibalism is a demon, then what are they?"

He glanced at Ye Hongyu, who was stubbornly pursing his lips under his palm, refusing to beg for mercy or crying out for pain, and his face was pale, he looked at Ning Que and said indifferently: "This Daomen woman is the first fresh meat I have eaten in the past few decades, and it tastes much better in comparison, do you want to take a bite and try it?"

Ning Que looked at the old monk's ghost-like eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said, "No, I know it's not delicious." ”

Mo Shanshan, who was weakly leaning on his back, didn't understand his words, thinking that he was just recounting a fact, and no one needed to try it for himself to know that human flesh was not delicious.

However, the old monk understood his words, a look of surprise appeared on the old man's face, and his resentful eyes instantly turned back to compassion and love, and he said with admiration and emotion: "The academy is really still the academy, admire." ”