No matter how powerful a cultivator is, if his heart is directly pierced, he should always die, right?

Ning Que was still extremely vigilant, because the old monk's realm strength had surpassed all his combat experience, and he didn't know what kind of survivability the other party who had faintly crossed the five realms had.

So he didn't draw his knife out, but stared at the old monk's eyes close at hand, looked at the vitality in the deepest part of the old man's eyes, and turned his wrist hard, so that the cold blade directly shook the old monk's heart into pieces.

The old monk's body twitched suddenly, clutching his chest in pain, but he did not die immediately.

Ning Que frowned, ready to pull out the Pu knife and directly cut off this person's head.

The old monk stared at Ning Que's waist, and suddenly laughed madly, but the laughter was very weak, and finally turned into a crying voice, and gasped and said: "So that's the case, is this the number of fate?"

Before the arrival of death, this dying peerless powerhouse finally understood something from Ning Que's body, and muttered, "Born to be a demon...... Death is also a demon...... I thought I could ...... in this life I jumped out of the Three Realms, but I didn't expect to know ...... of my life until I finally returned."

"It's always been in the mountains. ”

Ning Que didn't care what the old monk was saying, he was not a literary young man, he didn't have the hobby of listening to the last words of a powerful enemy before he died, he just wanted to kill the other party completely and put an end to this nightmare-like encounter.

However, when he wanted to pull out the Pu knife, he found that the old monk's body seemed to have turned into a quagmire at this time, and the sharp and smooth blade was tightly withered in his chest.

Fortunately, there was no powerful power on top of the blade, and his Zhihai did not suffer a spiritual attack again.

Since you can't draw the knife, let's go deeper.

Ning Que snorted, his hands were used again, and the Pu knife in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the Haoran sword qi in his chest and abdomen surged along the blade without hesitation.

Deliberately shocked, the old monk vomited. Blood.

Imprisoned here for decades, only the bluestone cracks can be drunk, only the white skeleton corpse can be eaten, although the old monk is a great realm who can open the valley, but he is still tortured in an inhuman form, probably because of the lack of water, the blood he spit out at this time is actually black, extremely sticky, just like the bottom oil of the stove pot that is used to fireworks.

The old monk slowly sat up straight, ignoring the Haoran intention that was destroying all the vitality in his viscera, and looked at Ning Que's face in front of him, his hands slowly spread out on his knees, and he re-formed a lotus seal that shook the world.

Previously cut by the blade, now his hands are only four thumbs left, the white bones between the severed fingers are oozing blood, looking extremely terrifying, but as soon as the broken lotus mark appears, a clear aura suddenly envelops his body, and the gentle and compassionate meaning gradually spreads among the broken bones on the ground.

There is a lotus in the West that falls into the world, and it has thirty-two petals, with different petals, each for the world:

Now there are only four petals left, and they are in the same world, but they are calm because of this

Since you can't go out of the Three Realms, since you are only in this mountain, then why do you have to imagine countless worlds and want to transcend the Three Realms, why do you have to have flower petals go with the wind, and it is more beautiful to bloom in the mountains:

Master Liansheng quietly looked at Ning Que's eyes and nose:

Then Yu Que heard his voice

He was not controlled by Master Lotus Sheng's spiritual power and forced to enter the world one foot in front of the other party. Rather, it is the meeting of two people's minds in the spiritual realm, so that they can feel each other's consciousness, or mind

At the moment of meeting, Ning Que clearly judged that the other party's mind was very calm at this time, not joy, but the enlightenment after Yihe Dongtho, and this heart even seemed a little close.

Master Liansheng's eyes were as warm as a spring lake, and he quietly looked at Ning Yuangong

"What am I seeking? What is our generation pursuing? Under the Heavenly Dao, can there be a new world that is different from before? I don't know, and I don't know if Ke Haoran finally knew. ”

He looked at the mottled scratches on the bluestone wall, and a smile appeared on his pale old face.

"In the end, you won, your heir won, but can he get the final victory? The Demon Sect was ruined because of you and me, will it be revived in his hands? My revenge against you will probably start like this, but I don't know how it will end, or should this be the beginning of revenge against Haotian?"

Then Master Liansheng withdrew his gaze and continued to look into Ning Que's eyes.

Ning Que buzzed in his head, and he felt that many things came from the old monk's crystal calm gaze, and those things were not specific cultivation knowledge, nor pictures, but just some vague feelings.

"You have entered the demons, and if you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate the Buddha. Then please go boldly into the night, although you have no chance of success, and you may die just after you hit the road, but I still bless you and curse you. ”

Master Liansheng quietly watched him say his last words in the world, slowly closed his eyes, and spread out his hands resting on his lap, like a white lotus saying thanks.

Ning Que clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands and looked at him in front of him.

There seemed to be a slight sound of wind blowing, and the body of the old monk hanging on the blade suddenly dried up and scattered like a weathered sand sculpture, falling to the ground between the messy bone fragments, and rattling.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, and white bones to white bones.

Liansheng, the son of the Song family, came to this world with water lilies, and he was already enchanted when he was an innocent baby today, this is not something he can choose, because his family has always been a member of the Demon Sect since the ancestors

After the marriage, his beloved wife discovered the secret and was killed by his father.

He stood beside the grave, unable to live together and wanted to die together, so he went to the tomb late at night to prepare for martyrdom. The night was stormy, he meditated in front of the grave for half the night, put on wet clothes, and began to travel around the world: he left his family, practiced all the way, and showed a wonderful world in the Langke Temple, which became famous all over the world.

He wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, but when the head of the Xiling Temple invited him to enter the Demon Sect, he came to the Demon Sect Gate in the depths of the wasteland for the first time, but found himself as close as if he had returned to the real family, and realized that he was indeed born here, not a temple, not a temple, not a temple, not a tile mountain, but a mountain abandoned by Haotian. He still wanted to destroy the catty...... The Demon Sect has rotted and become as foul as the sludge at the bottom of the lotus pond, but he finds that he should be reborn after destroying Miè, so he wants to create a new Demon Sect, and then create a new world.

He has the talent of Xiao immortal, the three sects of Taoism, Buddha and Demons, and intends to cover the sky with demons and follow the heavens with Taoism, and finally reach the other side with Buddhism, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among all beings, so that he can erase the ruthless Heavenly Dao of the old world in the new world, and find something he wants to find through time.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually did not know what was evil, and did a lot of earth-shattering things, achieving a world-shattering reputation, killing thousands of people, and then he met a man named Ke Haoran.

At this time, he had already arranged a qiē, and he only needed to hide in the Momoyama Temple and wait patiently, waiting for Ke Haoran to die, waiting for the master to die, and he would begin to change this world.

However, one day he saw a woman beside Ke Haoran, who had a pure and charming smile on her face, much like his former wife. He smiled mildly like a friend, and then began to launch in advance.

He didn't succeed.

He was confined to the Netherworld for decades:

He waited for hope in despair.

And then at the moment of seeing hope, he died.

It wasn't until he saw death that he realized that he didn't care about anything.

Only then did he realize that he had been just waiting for death.

On that rainy night, he didn't have the courage to dig up the grave

Since then, the world has been a bleak and lonely grave for him.

He's a gravedigger who has gone mad

He was the man who had long since died in the tomb

Ning Que stood in place with a confused expression, and the Pu knife in his hand slowly fell.

Master Lotus died like this, but the fragments of consciousness that had been transmitted to his mind were still there.

Those feelings are complicated and even confusing, just like Guru Rinpoche himself.

The last of the sword intent in the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall was still pouring into his body, slowly transforming his body with the breath of heaven and earth, and the tattered cotton jacket was blooming with gray-white cotton, trembling slightly.

Ning Que wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, supported the ground with a knife, and walked to the corner with difficulty, confirming that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu had only fallen into a coma and were not dead, so they finally put their minds at ease.

If he followed his original way of doing things, he would definitely take advantage of the opportunity of the Dao Idiot to be unconscious at this time and kill her directly, but at this time, looking at the terrifying bite marks on her body, I don't know why he didn't do it.

Ning Que sat down against the wall, lowered his head and looked at his chest, and began to cough violently.

Feeling the changes in his body, tasting the consciousness that the old monk gave him, fear and anxiety gradually occupied his heart—if these things were known, what kind of attitude would the master and the academy have, and once he lost this biggest backer, how could he survive in the world full of Haotian Shenhui?

The connection suffered a heavy blow, his body was on the verge of collapse, and at this time he finally relaxed, the fear brought by reason mixed with the injury hit strongly, making him painful and anxious, unable to feel at ease, and he didn't even have time to think about how to leave the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, frowning in pain, not knowing how to face the future life.

With a stomach full of doubts and fears, Ning Que leaned against the wall and passed out.

The mottled stone wall floated down indifferently on his unconscious body, and the speed at which the breath of heaven and earth poured into it became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that as long as he lived, it would continue like this forever.

He fell into the depths of the mountains abandoned by Haotian.

At this time, in the far north of the wasteland, Atami gradually froze and entered the long night.

This time the night came, and it seemed that it would never leave.