The bloodstained Pu knife was wiped extremely brightly, because the knife color was dark, so it was not as smooth as snow but like a smooth stone, Ning Que put the knife into the sheath, and looked out the window at the scenery of the wasteland that was rapidly swept away.

With the terrifying speed of the black carriage, he could have escaped directly before, and the old ascetic monk had no way to stop it, but the old monk could warn the Hanging Temple, so he chose to take action.

As he said to Sangsang, the ascetic old monk was definitely not an ordinary person in the Hanging Temple, especially the palm with golden light, which was obviously a powerful technique of Buddhism, and its true power was definitely stronger than what was shown in the battle.

It's just that the old monk has been practicing Buddha in the Hanging Temple for many years, the Dharma is profound, and the realm is exquisite, but he doesn't seem to have experienced a real battle, and he didn't expect that when the two sides were still talking, Ning Que suddenly burst out, and as soon as he made a move, the three most powerful means thundered, and he was caught off guard and died of a natural defeat.

Thinking back to the previous violent battle that ended in a flash of lightning, Ning Que felt more and more that what Ye Hongyu said back then was very right, the cultivators in this world really only knew how to cultivate, but did not know how to fight.

The wind poured in through the small crack in the open window, making a terrible whining, and the big black horse dragged the carriage silently and at high speed on the wasteland, rushing towards the southeast in the direction that Ning Que had pointed before.

Looking at the desolate wilderness outside the car window, silently calculating the distance and the results of the previous calculation in his heart, Ning Que struck the hard carriage board, signaled the big black horse to stop, and then jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the depths of the wasteland.

I don't know how long it took, but he walked back. He held a black iron arrow in his hand, and there were still congealed blood stains on the cluster of arrows, which was the same iron arrow that had wounded the old ascetic monk earlier.

In the Rotten Ke Temple, several of the thirteen iron arrows in the arrow box have been used, and now they are in the depths of the wasteland, and they may face mortal danger at any time. Every arrow is extremely important to him.

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Hidden in a huge sinkhole underground, it is still shrouded in mist, and the yellow temple looms between the giant peaks. It was quiet and peaceful, and suddenly a very indifferent and distant Buddha horn sounded in one of the temples.

After some time, dozens of ascetic monks dressed in crimson monks' robes. Following the steep stone path between the cliffs and climbing to the ground, the faces of these monks had no expression on them, they looked like stones.

The monk at the head, the monk's uniform on his body was obviously different, it was the first seven pieces of the Venerable Hall of the Hanging Temple, he squinted slightly, looked at the desolate field in front of him, and frowned slightly.

The previous Buddha horn in the Hanging Temple came from the highest position of the Hanging Temple. The first Zen heart of the sermon was slightly restless, and the monks of the Venerable Hall were ordered to search in the depths of the wasteland.

Hanging Temple Lecture Master. Because of the violation of the precepts of Buddhism, and dragged down by the illegitimate child who did not become a weapon, he was sentenced to penance in the wasteland by the precept hall three years ago.

The Seven Heads lead the ascetic soldiers. Following the induction of the first sermon, they walked into the depths of the moor, until evening, when the twilight was like blood, and they finally saw the pile of ashes.

The wind was strong in the wasteland, but the ash was not completely extinguished, because the ash contained several bones that could not be completely incinerated by any kind of fire.

Looking at the colorful bones in his hand, the seven were silent, and the ascetic soldiers wearing red monks' robes showed their faces slightly, sat down cross-legged around the ashes, and began to chant the Sutra of the Past Life with respect and sincerity.

Seven of them handed over the bones to a monk for safekeeping, then knelt down in front of the ashes, reached into the ashes, and began to search in silence and silence, fingers like stone branches, moving slowly through the ashes of the priest, like a sieve, without missing a place.

The remains of the sermon master were burned very transparently by the talisman fire, except for those few bone particles, the rest were all delicate white ash, it stands to reason, it should be impossible to find anything in the seven, but as his fingers moved, his expression became more and more solemn, because his fingertips felt a majestic and indelible aura in the ashes.

Qimei stood up, Huo Ran walked towards the way he came, and only then did he remember that when he passed by the Bodhi Tree before, he always felt that the tree seemed to be a little different from what he had seen every day for decades.

He walked to the Bodhi tree and looked at the small lines carved on the gray bark, the expression on his face became more and more indifferent, and the angry flame of the Ming King in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"In the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que of the Academy brought his wife, Sangsang, the daughter of the Hades King, to visit here. ”

Why is it sixteen years? Seven was slightly puzzled, and brushed the ground with the monk's sleeve, and the sand and gravel on the surface of the wasteland rolled wildly, revealing an extremely shallow rut.

After walking dozens of feet along the rut, and then the faint traces of the rut disappeared completely on the ground of the wasteland, he raised his eyes into the distance, guessing where the black carriage was heading.

Night is approaching, the world in the sinkhole has entered the long night in advance, the yellow temple at the highest point between the giant peaks, you can still see the last sunset, a distant bell, ringing from that temple, and then gradually spreading to the bottom of the mountain, countless yellow temples rang the bell at the same time.

The bell of the Hanging Temple, leaving the quiet underground world, came to the desolate ground, and then spread in all directions, I believe that it will not take many days, the whole world will know that the daughter of the Hades King is still alive, and she is fleeing in the extreme western wasteland with the academy Ning Que.

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In the depths of the wasteland, next to a sloped well that has been abandoned for thousands of years, a black carriage was parked, and after a while, Ning Que walked out of the depths of the abandoned well, carrying a full water bladder in his hand, and he didn't know what method he used to find clean water again in the well that had been abandoned for many years.

The night is always cold, in order to avoid exposing himself, Ning Que did not build a bonfire, but put a few fire charms in the copper basin in the car to keep warm, this method is too extravagant, even if he is extremely energetic, he must calculate the consumption of rune paper to ensure that he can get out of the wasteland with Sangsang.

Eating some dry food with cold water, Ning Que began to boil rice porridge for Sangsang, waiting for the time for the water to boil, he used it to sort out the equipment, since the road ahead is difficult, equipment is naturally the most important thing.

He is the most hard-working person, and he has stored a lot of talismans over the years, but at the beginning, his realm was low, and the rune paper he wrote could no longer be used in the battle of this realm, and there were only more than 20 rune papers left that could be used for battle, and there were not many iron arrows left in the arrow box.

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