Ning Que knew why the old monk suddenly admired the academy, because the academy even dared to accept people like himself, and it required unimaginable open-mindedness and an inclusive attitude, so the academy was worthy of everyone's admiration.

He said proudly: "In the world, it is better to have a academy. ”

The old monk sneered and said, "However, the academy will eventually become a ruin. ”

Ning Que said, "Everything in the world is like this, but at least the academy won't be in ruins because of your curse. ”

The old monk quietly looked at this seriously injured and weak young man who was still proud and confident, as if he saw that friend many years ago, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "How many years has Ke Haoran been dead?"

Ning Que was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"I told him that Haoran Sword had entered the Demon Dao, but he didn't care, I warned him, no matter how proud he was, one day he would be punished by Haotian, but he still didn't care. Now he must have turned into ashes and sprinkled every stream and mountain in the world, and I don't know if he is still so proud at this time, hahahaha......"

The old monk lowered his head and laughed like a madman, and a cloudy old tear came out of the corner of his eye.

Ning Que said: "Even if Uncle Xiao dies, he is proud enough. ”

The old monk raised his head, looked at him and said coldly, "But he died in front of me after all, so I won." ”

Ning Que mocked: "Some people are dead, but he is still alive, and some people are alive, but he is dead." ”

The old monk said with emotion: "What a little guy with sharp teeth and sharp mouth. ”

"Will I succeed next time?"

Ning Que suddenly asked sincerely, and the body under the cotton clothes was still trembling slightly at an extremely high frequency, although this method was extremely depleting, it was the only way to maintain his mobility under the spiritual control of the other party's terrifying realm.

The old monk looked at him and said sincerely, "There will be no next time." “

Ning Que said: "You are indeed the most powerful existence I can imagine, but you have been imprisoned for decades and are just a king who has been reduced to dust, I am young and strong, but I am a tiger who has just come down from the mountain, and the isolation of heaven and earth has no effect on me, I am used to doing things with strength, there is no reason why you can recover faster than me." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Sure enough, my teeth are sharp, but it's a pity that I'm so old that I have no teeth." ”

After saying this, he lowered his head and took a hard bite at Ye Hongyu**.

Ye Hongyu's eyebrows suddenly raised, but he refused to bow his head, stubbornly watching the old monk gnaw on his own flesh and blood, as if he wanted to remember this scene deeply in his mind, and he didn't want to forget it until the underworld.

The old monk did not have teeth, so he gnawed with his gums, which was extremely difficult, like a toothless lion dying of old age, trying to tear apart the tight-skinned doe, and blood kept dripping from the corners of the old lips.

After a while, the old monk raised his head and looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "You want to stay up for time, I also want to stay up for time, after digesting the first mouthful of blood food, the second mouthful of blood food will be absorbed faster, no longer have to try to struggle, it will be more joyful to meet death calmly, and after I finally put the three of you into the abdomen to recover my strength, I will destroy this cage and float out of the mountain in one fell swoop, this world will be mine, and if it is the three of you." ”

Because there is flesh and blood in his mouth, the old monk's voice is a little vague, but it is still as warm as spring water, the corners of his old lips are wrinkled and the chin is dripping with blood, but the smile is as merciful as a layer of Buddha light, and the sea of bones and corpses on his body seems to be like a holy lotus seat, full of clear light, such a Buddha and demon elephant, it is really terrifying to the extreme.

Ning Que knew that what he said was true. He thought about all the life-saving means around him, but he couldn't find a way to break the current crisis, whether it was the trick left by Master Yan Se, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows or the runes on the Pu Knife, they all needed to communicate with nature in order to exert their true power, and they couldn't help but think of death in silence.

He stared at the old monk and said firmly, "Even if you can get out, this world will not be yours." ”

The old monk recalled the green coat, smiled and said, "I have been connected with the Tao and the devil, why should I be afraid of the world's laws?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "There is still a master in the world.

The old monk was silent for a moment and said: "The master will always die, the people in the academy are too proud, and the more proud the person is, the easier it is to die, this is the fate of the master, and it is also the fate of the academy, which cannot be reversed." ”

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "Crazy words." ”

The old monk suddenly asked: "Who is the queen of the Tang Kingdom in Chang'an City now? There have been several more generals at the peak of martial arts over the years? Has the Heavenly Demon Dance ever reappeared? Ke Haoran was punished by the heavens, did the master kill Taoshan?

Ke Haoran was punished by heaven, the master went to Peach Mountain, in his opinion, the temple on Peach Mountain was naturally destroyed, and at this time, he was sure that the Xiling Temple still existed, and he couldn't help but have some doubts, because he believed that his plan would not have any loopholes.

Ning Que didn't know how to answer several questions in a row, and he seemed to be asking a crazy question, but there seemed to be a lot of historical dust hidden inside, and there were many ulterior secrets hidden in those dust.

"I had a lot of things planned before the mountain gate fell. I arranged for the Holy Maiden to go south, and I believed that she would do what I had told me, and I arranged for many disciples to go south, and I believed that some of them would be able to do what I had told them. ”

The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, his smile was full of confidence and even domineering.

"At that time, the Ming Sect was already decaying, even if it was destroyed in the hands of Ke Haoran, I don't feel pitiful, new sprouts grow on the scorched earth, I would rather create a new Demon Sect on the ruins, the new Demon Sect is rooted in the fertile land of the Tang Kingdom, once it is reborn, it will inevitably be the existence of the world. ”

"I believe that after such a long time, these arrangements of mine should have been gradually taking effect, so I just need to wait quietly for my master to die, go, then who do you say this world will be?"

Ning Que listened coldly, and secretly thought that there are countless Demon Sect powerhouses hidden in Chang'an City today? And all of these people were arranged by him to go south back then? If this person is allowed to escape from the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, how many storms will there be in the world?

"But at that time, you should have thought that Uncle Xiao would kill you, once you die", even if you hide so many backhands and arrangements in the Central Plains, what's the point?"

The old monk looked at him with a slight mockery, just like the snow on the top of the peak looking at the summer insects, and said: "Even if I die, these arrangements of the year still exist, you laymen never seem to understand, the meaning of a person's life and death is not important, the important thing is whether we can transform this old world, usher in a new world, and then gather the ability of the new world to change some kind of rules, if I can do this, even if I die, what can I do?"

Ning Block asked, "What rules?"

The old monk responded: "The rules of the Great Dao." ”

Ning Que asked, "What if...... You've been planning all your life and you can't change it, so what should you do?"

The old monk smiled and replied, "At least I tried." ”

Ning Que frowned and said, "Just for your attempt, you don't hesitate to let the whole world be buried?"

The old monk said calmly: "What does the destruction of the world have to do with me?"

This is probably the source of the pleasure of the so-called conspirator, Ning Que thought silently in his heart, he really admired the old monk's thinking and planning in this life, but he was also terrified to the extreme, because madmen are always difficult to defeat.

At this moment, the world-famous Master Liansheng was a complete madman in Ning Que's eyes, he couldn't understand what this person was saying at all, and even if he could understand some, he didn't know which of the other party's words was true and which was false, and even up to this time, he still couldn't judge what kind of person the other party was.

This old monk is sometimes innocent and pure like a newborn baby, sometimes thin and irritable like a hot woman in the market, sometimes passionate like a young scholar in the capital who saves the world, sometimes proud like a young chivalrous man with a sword to fight unevenly, sometimes merciful and merciful like a great Buddhist master, sometimes cruel and indifferent, like a demon.

No matter which kind of image is extremely real, there is no trace of falsehood at all, all kinds of faces are completely different, but they all come from the heart, pure palpitations, just like the sentence to become a Buddha will become a Buddha, if you want to become a demon, you will become a demon, are all true Buddhas and true demons or compassion or indifference looking at this world.

He is simple but fickle, lonely and fragile, complex and hateful, sometimes jealous and sometimes insidious, likes to fight and occasionally complain, selfish and boring but perverted and adventurous, loves sophistry and fantasy, kind and fraternity but hatred and revenge, domineering and blame, he is proud when he is brilliant, sad when he is silent, he is contradictory and hypocritical, happy but painful, great but insignificant. (Note)

Lotus is born thirty-two, and the petals are different.

It is hard to imagine that a person's personality and thoughts are so complex.

Ning Que thought slightly, could it be that this person actually has thirty-two personalities?

After the old monk finished speaking, he was like a water lily in the night, calmly closed his eyes, and began to use the secret method of the Demon Sect to digest and absorb the flesh and blood of the Taoist idiot into the vitality power in his body.

Ning Que's voice echoed in the quiet room, but now no one answered his words, these voices seemed so monotonous and uneasy, and even faintly smelled of despair.

"There is no demon in the world, and when there are more people like you, there is a demon. “

"Whatever role you play, you are the devil. ”

"Lotus is born thirty-two, and the petals are all dirty. ”

"If you communicate with the Tao and demons, you will become a god, but you may also become a neurotic. ”

No matter what Ning Que said, the old monk in the White Bone Mountain no longer had any reaction, and these seemingly philosophical words that he had exhausted his mind were all wasted in the dry air, unable to provoke the other party, let alone let the other party have some loopholes in his mind because of these words.

Ning Que was powerless to rest his head on Mo Shanshan's shoulders, looking at the bluestones on the roof, knowing in his heart that after the old monk completely digested and absorbed the second mouthful of flesh and blood full of Haotian Dao Sect's breath, the realm would recover to a level that he could not touch, and at that time, there would be no way to change the outcome of death, and his eyes would be a little gloomy.

The light in the room of the Demon Temple was getting darker and darker, and it was probably night in the world outside the mountain, and the temperature was getting lower.

He looked up at the mottled sword marks on the stone wall of the roof, the sword marks left by the junior uncle, the sword marks that constituted a cage that had trapped Liansheng for decades, and sighed softly in his heart.

Just looking at it casually, he didn't deliberately control his mind, probably because of the habit of using Yongzi Bafa to interpret words in the old book building, and those dense sword marks naturally separated in his field of vision, and gradually became clear.

Ning Que's gaze lingered on those sword marks for a long time, and his mind walked with the traces, gradually giving birth to a certain feeling, which was very vague, elusive and difficult to distinguish, but his body warmed up because of it.

(Note: The thirty-two words used here to say Lotus Thirty-two are all from the lyrics of a song, Dou Wei's Advanced Animal.) In addition, I want to explain that the main problem of the slow push of the plot is the slow update, I write carefully enough, lie quietly every afternoon, and think about saving the manuscript, but this update is really a problem, and I am thinking about how to solve it. Maybe it's an outbreak, maybe it's not going to be a name for the time being, although it's really a demon, so stay tuned.

In addition, the high-rise building Xiao Junjun has opened a new book, the book number is 2308671, and the meat and hemp advertisements are below, please go and ravage him.

Welcome, to the land of dragons.

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