Liansheng Dashun glanced at her indifferently, suddenly smiled, gently lowered his head and sucked off the drops of blood on her delicate cheeks as if dew appeared on the lotus, and then gnawed away a piece of flesh and blood on her body again.

Ye Hongyu's eyes showed a look of pain, but he laughed maniacally: "You're afraid." ”

Master Liansheng ignored her and calmly chewed the third mouthful of blood food, trying to regain his spirit and vitality in the shortest possible time, at least before Ning Que woke up.

The pound of ...... decades ago world, he is the most terrifying and powerful figure. Facing him today, the three leaders of the younger generation in the world broke out at the same time, and finally found a glimmer of hope in despair, and fought for a glimmer of life in the face of death

The key point of the current situation is that when the bookworm did not hesitate to let Zhihai on the verge of collapse, and also forced himself to build a block formation to isolate Master Liansheng's mental attack, whether Master Liansheng used Li Fan ** to absorb blood food to restore his strength first, or Ning Que took the lead in comprehending Haoran's intention and waking up from the current ignorance realm.

Ning Que didn't know that the situation at this time was so dangerous, he didn't know what kind of sacrifices and efforts the bookworm and the Dao idiot had made in order not to let Liansheng interrupt the cultivation state he had entered inexplicably, he didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he was so kind when he looked at those sword marks, his body and even the blood breath in his body subconsciously moved with the direction of these sword marks, and he even forgot all the things that happened before and all the worlds outside of himself.

This and the realm is very dangerous, like a baby covered in **...... Walking in the dangerous wilderness and forest unarmed, you may be injured and eaten by wild beasts at any time, but it is precisely because this and the realm are full of innocent and childish hearts, clean and transparent, and do not cause a little dust, so that you can sincerely accept the projection of the outside world in your heart

This state is called emptiness.

Ning Que felt very good and powerful in the state of Ziming:

All he saw was the stone walls, the cyan stone walls on the four walls of the roof, and the mottled sword marks on the stone walls seemed to come to life...... Through guò's eyes into his heart...... Evolved into a myriad of things.

Flowing in the night sky like stars, and jumping in the valley like a stream...... Drifting in the blue sky like a cloud, proudly in the world like a mountain, walking happily on the road like a traveler.

The scratches swirled and picked up the traces, turning the pages like a book...... On each page there are clear diagrams, which seem to be certain and wonderful footwork, and like certain and powerful carving, more like certain and magical exercises, and nothing but certain and meaning certain and attitude.

He followed the sword marks in his eyes and began to imitate walking...... began to wield the sword as a sword, began to think silently, began to smile and taste, the steps under his feet became smoother and smoother, and the simple knife he held was wielding more and more smoothly.

Faintly ...... He learned something deeper.

The sword marks left by Uncle Xiao on the bluestone wall turned out to be just to express a certain harmony.

The feet are getting smoother and smoother, and the knife is swinging more and more smoothly...... At the end of the day, it's all about fun.

Travelers want to see more of the world, and forget the fatigue and pain of the journey...... You should dance and walk and sing.

The mountains are independent of the world, and if you want to ignore the worship of the common people to be comfortable, you should be so proud:

When a cloud stays or drifts in the blue sky, it follows the direction of the wind.

The stream flows down in the valley, and every collision with the stones must be regarded as a game, and it rushes down briskly with the attraction of the earth, stirring up countless beautiful splashes, so that it is called joy:

The stars are still or circling in the night sky, just smiling at the world according to their own thoughts.

All things are taken for granted:

This is a well-known and natural pleasure.

Because of course, even if there are thousands of people in front of me, I will go when I want to go.

I have a sense of pride and freedom to do so.

This is the supreme science between heaven and earth

In the sea of consciousness that he had been traumatized by, the mental power he had gained from more than ten years of meditation began to flow slowly like those white clouds, night stars, and streams, and began to stand still like a mountain, and began to be as cheerful as a traveler

The sword intent contained in the mottled scratches on the stone wall gradually seeped into his body as the faint sulfur fire floated, and as his soul became enlightened, these intents accelerated into him, and then began to stop and jump with his mental power.

I don't know how these sword intents existed, but after entering the body, they turned into a warm heat flow, repaired his sea of consciousness in a very short time, and then continued to stab down from the center of his eyebrows to the sea of snow mountain qi:

Zhihai felt very good to be repaired and moisturized, Ning Que stood in front of the stone wall with the knife in his hand, dazed and ignorant of everything outside his body, but his brows subconsciously stretched, and then suddenly tightened, feeling a very strong pain in his chest and abdomen.

The scratches in the mottled scratches raged in his body, as if they had become tens of thousands of real small scratches rampage, dripping the blood and poking the fat of those meridians that were invisible to the naked eye.

This is even more terrifying than the 10,000-handled Dao carving cast by the Dao idiot on the shore of Daming Lake.

Immediately after that, the tens of thousands of small strokes flew to the snow-capped mountains in the waist and abdomen, and began to hit non-stop, and the sharp blades easily slashed away the hard ice between the snow peaks, bursting up countless snowflakes, and the speed of the sword intent hitting the snowy mountains became faster and faster, and hundreds of billions of cuts were completed in the blink of an eye

Tens of thousands of small swords flew upwards again in his body or consciousness, flying to the calm and waveless sea of qi, still like hitting a snow-capped mountain, and began to silently and concentrate on hundreds of billions of times of cutting, and the calm sea of qi began to roll, setting off a shocking wave, like boiling, and finally the direct line really began to boil into a mist that covered the sky.

The mist that melted and transpirated from the sea of snow-capped mountains and evaporated in his body moved slowly along a certain passage, wisps but seamless, leaving some mist in every place and then condensing into dew drops and starting to moisturize.

As the dew of the mist continued to moisten, the parts of the body began to decompose and rebuild...... It's like an old house being torn apart and rebuilt, but the rebuilt house is so beautiful, so strong, with pillars supporting each other, not afraid of rain and wind at all.

Ning Que felt that as those warmth flowed through his body, it seemed that countless forces were being re-infused into his muscles and bones, which was very comfortable and powerful, and it was intoxicating and reluctant to wake up.

The scratches on the mottled stone walls are still slowly circulating...... The scratches in the deep frying scratches still kept entering his body...... Turning into countless small carvings, it kept bombarding the sea of snow mountain qi, moisturizing and strengthening his body:

Minutes and seconds passed.

Ning Que, who was in pain and intoxication...... "A shadow suddenly passed through his mind, and even in the state of emptiness, he felt his body become cold, because he suddenly thought of something and began to have great fear. If this majestic sword intent was allowed to continue, wouldn't his snow-capped mountain qi sea be punctured? If those qi apertures that he had worked so hard to open up disappeared...... Can you still practice on your own?

Out of fear, out of uneasiness, he suddenly woke up.

He looked at the mottled scratches on the wall uneasily, a cold sweat, and the cold and slippery between the palm of his hand and the hilt of the knife:

These scratches, these friendships, are the heroic strokes of the little uncle.

He finally understood what Master Lotus Sheng said.

Xiu Haoran Sword ...... It lies in the majestic breath in the chest.

And to cultivate Haoran Qi, you need to turn your back on Haotian, and even become an enemy of Haotian.

If you are the enemy of Haotian, you are a demon.

And the moment Uncle Xiao held this sword, he was already enchanted.

So Uncle Xiao was finally punished by heaven and died.

He has already realized Haoran's sword intent, and if he accepts the sword intent into his body again, he will inherit the mantle of the little uncle.

And he fell into the devil.

It is a glorious and proud thing to continue the mantle of the little uncle:

However, it is also the most dangerous thing in the world.

is a peerless character like Uncle Xiao, once he becomes a demon, he can't escape the end of ashes.

If you learn to draw ...... How many days will they survive on earth?

Ning Que looked around

In the bone mountain, the old monk was silently carrying magic skills...... Ye Hongyu fell unconscious under him.

Seeing that he finally woke up, Mo Shanshan smiled hard, couldn't support his body anymore, and fainted on the ground.

The night had already covered the world beyond the mountain, and the room was extremely dark:

He stood in front of the mountain of bones with a knife, cold sweat soaked through his cotton clothes, silent and did not know how to move forward.

The sword marks on the mottled stone wall stopped flowing, and waited in silence.

The sword intent in his body slowly stopped flowing, and he was silent.

His will is also silently waiting for the final decision.

Once you enter the demon, even a character like Liansheng can only hide in the dark in the end, if you want to walk proudly in the world like Uncle Xiaoshi, no matter how far you practice, the final result is still to suffer from heaven and die.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see it, only the cold stone walls and the colors of the night.

This is the hardest decision for a practitioner.

The awe of Haotian will make them dare not touch the world of the night at all.

Even cultivators who don't have the slightest reverence for Haotian will struggle very much based on the great consideration of the great horror between life and death, and they will probably think hard and meditate for half a lifetime, but they can't come to a final conclusion.

It seems that thinking has struggled for so long a whole life.

In fact, I only thought about the short time it took for thirty chopped green onions to fall on the omelette noodles from the palm of my hand:

He's going to live.

He's going to live and work with someone

This is the most important thing.

In comparison, Haotian is just a piece of.

Shit.

Ning Que raised the Pu knife until it was level with his eyebrows.

The last time in this life, I saluted the heavens.

Then drop the knife.

The blade landed on the stone wall.

It fell on the scratches left by the little uncle back then.

Turning the wrist to the blade, following the two scratches, swiping to the left and then to the right.

Under the blade, the fire danced, like a star leaving the night dome.

With this simple movement, the sword intent that was waiting in silence suddenly rose.

Countless small carvings condensed together, descending from the sea of qi, splitting the snow-capped mountains.

At this moment, Ning Que knew that he had entered a new world.

The mind is still there, but he no longer plays the piano and listens to it in the world, but creates a beautiful new world in the body, that Jie, there are trees, lakes, mountains and seas in the world, just waiting for life to multiply and be beautiful here.

There is an extra passage between the snow mountains and the sea of qi, and that passage seems to have always existed, but it is blocked and covered, and it cannot be seen, but at this time, it finally shows its true face, and the majestic sword intent turns into a certain and substantial breath from that passage roaring through, the vast soup soup, endless, straight to the sky, so unhappy.

It's for Haoranqi.

A subtle spitting sound of air flowed out, and dust spewed out of Ning Que's body with debris.

His eyes sparkled, and then slowly faded into normal.