Qu Nima Di is the pinnacle of the Cave Xuan Realm, countless years of cultivation skills are extremely profound, the means are extremely spicy, and she has a great reputation in the cultivation world, but compared to Ning Que today, she is really nothing, and the natal iron rod was cut off by Ning Que in the nunnery, what can she do with a pair of fleshy palms at this time?

Sensing the sudden change in the aura of heaven and earth behind him, Ning Que lifted his right hand holding the handle of the knife, choked, and the Pu knife came out of the sheath, and then like a bolt of lightning, it passed through the armpit and stabbed deeply into Qu Nimadi's lower abdomen.

Qu Nimadi's face was pale, and she slowly sat down on the ground, but her hands were clutching the Pu knife, with a very crazy smile on her face, as if she didn't care that the blade was cutting her fingers.

In Ning Que's cognition, this aunt with a very high rank in the Buddhist sect acted ruthlessly, shamelessly and cowardly, and she didn't understand why she let her go, but she still attacked herself, and asked, "Why?"

Qu Nimadi coughed up blood and said with a smile: "Because I want you to die." ”

Ning Que thought about it, understood the old woman's intentions, and sent the Pu knife forward with his right hand. The blade severed several of the old woman's fingers, piercing her body and bursting out a puddle of blood.

He killed too many people today, killing until he was numb, tired and even a little disgusting, so he didn't want to kill anymore, but that didn't mean that he didn't dare to kill and couldn't kill.

Qu Nimadi let out a painful cry, her eyes slowly closed, her body still hanging on the blade, and she died.

Many years ago in the Wasteland Royal Court, Ning Que saw this woman for the first time, and from that day on, he began the story of resentment, whether it was in the cultivation world, or the rapid improvement of strength, he had never suffered in front of this old woman. But at that time, where would he have thought that one day he could kill this old woman with a random knife?

Over the years, he occasionally thinks that when the mountains and rivers meet and argue again, he can use Qu Nimadi's name to humiliate the other party, and shout "Fuck you" in a majestic manner, and then what will happen. It's just that after today, regret or no regret, there will be no more such opportunity.

He took out the Pu knife, looked at Qu Ni Ma Di's body, remembered that her family was killed by herself, and thought silently, I hope your family will be reunited, whether it is the underworld or the pure land created by the Buddha.

Seven pieces stepped out of the crowd. looked at Qu Ni Ma Di, who was already lying in a pool of blood. Put your hands together and say in a trembling voice, "My Buddha is compassionate." ”

Lu Chenjia walked over slowly and knelt beside Qu Nimadi. Stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, bowing his head slightly, looking very confused. There was grief in my heart, but I couldn't speak, I couldn't shed tears.

Ning Que turned to look at the back of the crowd, feeling that the breath was getting closer and closer, and after confirming that he could not leave, he began to prepare, stretching his right hand behind him, his fingers trembling slightly.

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A carriage slowly drove into the White Pagoda Temple and came to the back of the sea of people. The sixteen horses dragging the wagon were so tired that they were foaming at the white foam, and they were about to die of exhaustion.

An old monk wearing a hat and holding a tin staff stepped down from the carriage, and when his right foot hit the ground, the carriage made of stainless steel was half a foot off the ground.

The old monk held a tin rod in his hand, and accompanied by dozens of ascetic monks, slowly walked in the direction of the white pagoda of the back temple.

The White Pagoda Temple is full of people. People looked at this scene curiously, saluted very politely, guessed the identity of the old monk, and gradually a news spread among the crowd.

The country of the moon wheel is a country of Buddhism, and the people of Chaoyang City are all believers in Buddhism. Suddenly knowing that the first Buddha of the world came to the world in the Hanging Temple, I couldn't help but be shocked and speechless. They all got out of the way, knelt to their sides, and bowed their heads in ecstasy and excitement, looking extremely reverent, and after a few moments the ground was stained with blood.

Where the old monk walked slowly, the sea of people gradually separated, like waves, revealing the sand surface of the seabed, and the wind came up from the lake, and the robe on the old monk's body danced lightly with the wind, as if walking in the middle of the sea.

On the other side of the sea of people, Ning Que killed people with a knife, and he also killed a bloody road in the sea of people, two roads with completely different meanings, relative to each other, and there will be a moment of meeting.

The two roads finally met, and the sea of people was divided into two sides, and the middle was through, and there was no obstacle to seeing each other.

The old monk saw the young man covered in blood, saw the daughter of the Hades on his back, and saw him pulling the bow.

Ning Que looked at the old monk with a light robe and saw the tin staff in his hand.

The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, and slowly lowered the tin staff.

Ning Que's fingers were slightly loose, and the bowstring bounced back between his fingers.

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After killing Qu Ni Ma Di, Ning Que knew that he couldn't avoid that powerful aura, so he stretched out his hand behind him, not to comfort Sang Sang, but to take the iron bow from Sang Sang's hand.

As the sea of people gradually parted, he had already drawn his iron bow and had been aiming at that direction with a cluster of arrows.

Ning Que's hand was very steady, just like his state of mind at this time.

He knew that he was facing the most formidable enemy he had ever encountered in his life, so he did not hesitate or take any chances, expecting to use any tactics and use his most powerful weapon in the first moment.

With a hum, the bowstring shook violently, and the end of the iron arrow burst into a white turbulence, and then suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the iron arrow came dozens of feet away and came to the old monk's body!

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Ning Que didn't say a word, didn't have a trace of change in expression, didn't ask who the other party was, what did he mean here, didn't plead, didn't shout angrily, didn't say that the academy Taoist Buddhism, no matter who you are, shoot you with an arrow first.

The tens of thousands of people in the White Pagoda Temple, the ascetic monks from the Hanging Temple, the people from the Xiling Temple in the distance, and the officials of the Moon Wheel Country, no one could have imagined that the battle would start so suddenly.

It's chilling because it's sudden.

Ning Que keenly noticed that when he released the bowstring, the old monk wearing the hat still didn't make any reaction, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused for a while.

No matter how powerful the cultivators were, they didn't dare to ignore it so much in the face of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, which gathered the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Tang Dynasty, in the past battles, those strong people who took over Ning Que's iron arrows were all before Ning Que took out the arrows, or even only vaguely sensed the evil omen, so they had to deal with it in advance.

Whether it is Ye Hongyu's clever calculation Wan Bing, or Longqing's black natal peach blossom, or Luo Ke's enemy collapsing like a mountain, this is the case, because only in this way can he defeat the absolute speed represented by the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

However, the old monk did nothing.

Ning Que was faintly excited, because he believed that even if it was the Sword Saint Liu Bai, there was no way to just stand still and let himself shoot an arrow, even if it was a senior brother, he had to move in advance.

However, he was faintly vigilant, because he believed that this old monk was definitely the strongest enemy he had ever encountered, how could he do nothing and let himself be shot alive.

Excitement and vigilance turn into uneasiness, and finally into confusion, no matter what kind of emotion it is, it is actually only a momentary thing, and it is countless times shorter than the moment that the Buddha said.

After that extremely short period of time, what happened left Ning Que with only one emotion left in his mind, that is, shock, extreme shock, except for shock, there was no other thought.

With a whoosh, the iron arrow hit the old monk's heart.

The sharp arrow cluster failed to enter the old monk's body!

The iron arrow seemed to hit a steel plate, and then the hard body of the arrow suddenly bent!

There was a dull crashing sound, the wind splashed, and the robe on the old monk's body danced with the wind.

The iron arrow that had hit him in the chest, like a straw intent to pierce the ice, fell, and fell at the old monk's feet with a crisp sound.

The wind fell, and the robe on the old monk's body no longer fluttered.

A piece of cloth fell from the old monk's chest, like a dead leaf.

That's all the damage that the Yuan Thirteen Arrows can do.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows were extremely powerful, enough to open mountains and break stones, even if they hit a real steel plate, they could easily pierce it, but at this time, they couldn't shoot through the old monk's body!

Looking at this incredible scene, Ning Que's left hand holding the iron bow trembled slightly.

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When he fled outside the West City Gate with Sang Sang on his back before, when he felt that powerful aura, he had actually vaguely guessed who the comer was, but he didn't want that speculation to shake his battle intent, so when the sea of people gradually divided, when he saw the old monk for the first time, he shot out the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

However, the final result proved that no matter how strong his fighting spirit was, no matter how desperate he was, no matter how he didn't think about the identity of the other party, in the face of the absolute strength gap, those were meaningless.

Everyone in the White Pagoda Temple has knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the old monk, in the hearts of the people of the moon wheel, this old monk is the Buddha, and the picture of the old monk carrying the arrow before made them even more awe-inspired.

Ning Que looked at the old monk, was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "The Hanging Temple is an unknowable place, and the first one to preach the scriptures is the Buddha of the world, I really didn't expect that you would actually set foot in the red dust." ”

The first lecture in the Hanging Temple is naturally the strongest person in the Buddhist sect, and his status in the cultivation world is similar to that of the master of Zhishou Guan Guan and the master of the academy.

The first seat of the lecture looked at Sang Sang behind Ning Que, and said slowly: "The daughters of the Hades have all appeared in the world, how can I not come?

Ning Que was silent again, and then said, "Why am I leaving?"

The first seat of the lecture looked at the corpses and endless blood behind Ning Que, and asked two words with a slight expression.

"Why do innocent people suffer so much?"

"Why are you so ruthless?"

Ning Que looked at this terrible old monk, suppressed the fear in his heart with a very strong will, and said: "Master, you are wrong, I am not cold enough, otherwise I will find my own cause and effect, when I killed people before, I killed the old man and the woman, but when I killed the child, I hesitated a little and delayed for some time, otherwise I would have left at this time." ”

The first speaker sighed and said: "It is rumored that you have fallen into the devil, and now it seems that not only the cultivation, but also the heart has already entered the devil, since this is the case, I will send you back." ”

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(The next chapter will be later, because I'm tired at this time, and I'm afraid that there will be problems with what I write, so write slowly and write seriously.) ）