Nightfall Chapter 49: Violation of the millennium ruling

Volume II, Winter Lake, Chapter 49, Violation of the Thousand-Year Judgment

Speaking of Demon Sect in the snowy night cold, listening to the wind.

Speaking of Demon Sect, Dao Demon Sect, in short, it is just those evil and **** past, murder and adultery. For example, a certain Demon Sect elder surnamed Feng is particularly interested in human skin, and another Demon Sect elder surnamed Yun, has done things that even made that elder Feng vomit disgustingly.

Ning Que silently listened to the girl's account, without vomiting, because he had seen more terrifying pictures of **** in his life.

Reminiscent of Mr. Lu’s attitude towards the remnants of the Demon Sect at Beishan Road Crossing, he has a deeper understanding of the attitude of the upright practitioners towards the Demon Sect, but his own attitude has not changed much.

Of course, he will not try to convince Mo Shanshan or other people who adhere to the doctrine of Haotian, because belief in this kind of thing is sometimes unreasonable, he can only try to resolve it from other aspects Her vigilance.

"The demon sect's talents have faded over the years, and even disappeared. Why should you be so vigilant?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said: "The disappearance of the sound does not mean that it does not exist. Even the demon sect hiding in the dark is even more terrible, especially now that the desert tribe is moving south, the temple must of course be alert to the resurrection of the remnants of the demon sect. ."

Ning Que looked back at the lonely tent in the snow, thinking about the mother and son of the deserted person in the tent, shook his head and said: "Although the devil sect was born in the deserted tribe, you can't The Huangren are all regarded as members of the Demon Sect, and more than a thousand years have passed. Maybe the Huangren have forgotten what happened in the past."

"In the deserted tribe, the demons were called Mingzong."

Mo Shanshan said earnestly: "The Tang Dynasty defeated the deserted tribe, and the deserted people were forced to move north to the cold region. In Mingzong, many powerful men stayed in the south and scattered into the grasslands and the Central Plains countries. They were in the dark. Ming Chu never stopped attacking the temple. This is the origin of the Demon Sect."

Hearing the word Mingzong, Ning Que naturally thought of the great priest who went to the wasteland to preach, but in the end he founded the demon sect with one hand, and the scroll of the heavenly book and the Ming scroll that fell on the wasteland.

Mo Shanshan continued to say without expression: "The strong of the Demon Sect, after a period of time, he will go to the extreme northern cold region without hesitation to go to the deserted tribe to select the descendants of the disciples. The relationship between the deserted man and the demon sect is extremely Close, I can’t tear it apart in any way. Now that the deserted people collectively move south, how can the temple not be vigilant?"

Ning Que asked in a puzzled way: "Why does the Demon Sect want to do this? If you want to develop power in the world, shouldn't you recruit disciples? Why do you have to work so hard to harvest people to become disciples?"

"Of course, the demons will develop sects in the south, but their practice methods force the heavens and the earth to be contained in the body. Such evil and rebelliousness are naturally not allowed in the heavens. Ordinary humans can easily explode the vitality of the heavens and the earth and die. Humans have a special innate physique and are as strong as gold and stone, and are suitable for practicing the magic sect. Therefore, the magic sect will definitely choose to choose disciples from the deserted tribe, and the real strong of the magic sect must also come from the deserted tribe."

Ning Que was silent for a moment, thinking that perhaps it was not the Huangren’s special physique suitable for practicing the Demon Sect, but the bright priest who founded the Demon Sect back then. It was precisely because of the Huangren’s special physique that he created such a Practice Dharma.

He looked at Mo Shanshan and said: "You should know the great priest of Guangming who founded the Demon Sect."

Mo Shanshan nodded.

Ning Que said: "If you don't care about the disrespect of the Demon Sect's practice to Haotian, don't you think this is interesting? The Demon Sect is completely a branch of the Haotian Daoist."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, looking at his eyes and said: "Although the Demon Sect claims to be bright, but he respects Mingjun, such a demon and evil way that does not respect Haotian, how can it be compared with Haotian Taoist?" /

Thinking of the legends I heard when I was young, Ning Que was startled slightly and asked, "Isn't Mingjun a legend?"

Mo Shanshan looked back at the distant wilderness, and said softly: "Everyone has heard of this legend when they were young, but no one knows where the underworld is, whether there is a prince, and no one believes in it. Zong’s attitude is also very strange. They believe in King Ming, but on the other hand, people in the Demon Sect are extremely afraid of King Ming’s coming to the world, because in their doctrine, the coming of King Ming means the arrival of darkness. They... don’t like darkness. ."

Ning Que listened to her narration, thinking about the people of the Demon Sect who worshipped King Ming in the dark cave, but couldn't help but laughed and said, "What a contradiction. And weird people."

The sky full of stars occupies the night dome, and the starlight falls on the white snow covered in the field. The night is shining like dawn. The air behind the snow is extremely pure, so the line of sight is unobstructed. You can see the middle of the snowy field from a distance. Those tents, where the deserted tribes live, are quiet and beautiful like a snowy town in a fairy tale.

Ning Que looked there quietly, it was difficult to connect the deserted tribe with those dark legends, the long past, and the **** history.

At this moment, a large black cloud floated from the south, occupying all the sky overhead, the sky full of stars was hidden behind it, and there was no way to leak any more, and the whole world was dark.

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On the dark snowfield, near the hills, there are a few lonely tents.

In these tents, there are desolate people who perform winter gifts like the mother and child.

In one of the snowy fields outside the tent, there are several protruding rocks. Suddenly the rocks moved. It turned out to be three people wearing black clothes. The black clothes were made of very thick and hard material. The caps behind them covered their heads and faces, so when they appeared silently on the snow, it was like The rocks are exactly the same.

These three rock-like men in black are deacons or law enforcers from the temple’s adjudication division, and they are the ecstatic messengers in the hearts of the remnants of the demons and betrayers in the world.

When the Central Plains countries are still planning their offensive next spring, the Temple Adjudication Division has already sent a large number of terrifying deacons to sneak into the depths of the wasteland.

The temple’s attitude towards the desolate is very simple, just like Ning Que’s attitude towards the enemy-the desolate who died are the desolate, and all desolates deserve to die, but these ruling deacons have important tasks. He has no strength to challenge and does not want to anger the desert tribe with countless powerful fighters.

However, tonight I met these uninhabited people. It was really hard for them to suppress their hatred of darkness. They seemed to smell the most fishy smell in the world, as if a lynx patrolling at night saw a mouse drilling a hole. His expression was silent like a rock, and his heart trembled violently with the most excitement, making it hard for himself.

Because of their childhood education and decades of living environment, they have produced some almost instinctive mental reactions. The cruel pursuit of heresy is the greatest source of pleasure in their lives.

So when these three black rock-like deacons walked into the lonely tent, they didn’t consider the result of angering the tribe of deserters, and whether it would harm the mission of the temple. , They just wanted to kill the source of the stench, and brutally kill these big mice, comforting themselves...the number of deserted people is very small, as long as they can kill one more, it is also a great contribution to the bright cause.

Several slight voices sounded, and the unexpected attack allowed them to successfully subdue the desolate soldier while restraining his wife and son.

A deacon slowly took off his black hat, looked blankly at the deserted soldier, slowly put his hand on top of this man’s head, and said piously: "In the name of Haotian, a verdict ."

A touch of extremely pale but pure, without any variegated light, lit up from the palm of the deacon of the adjudication division. This kind of light seemed to penetrate the real thing, illuminating the joints in his palm clearly, and at the same time It illuminates the dark face of the deserted man, and the unwilling look of anger in the eyes of the deserted man.

The wives and children of the desolate man have died on the ground next to him, with **** tears in his eyes.

The next moment, the deserted man died in agony under Haotian's divine glory.

The three deacons of the Temple Adjudication Division slowly lifted their hats behind them to cover their faces, and walked out of the tent in silence.

Black clouds cover the stars on the wasteland, and there is wind and snow blowing again, battering their heavy black deacon robes, crackling.

In the shadow of the black hat, a weird red appeared on the pale faces of the three deacons. It took them a long time to calm their breath, which was heavy with excitement, and then walked away.

Across the long history of time, the deacons of the Haotiandao Temple finally saw their fateful enemy once again, and launched a thousand-year-old attack on the opponent.

What happened on this snowy night today was originally qualified to be recorded in the Haotian Church or the history books of the Central Plains countries, but because of what happened later, it was unfortunately buried by the snow and no one knew.

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Ning Que and Mo Shanshan woke up almost at the same time.

They slept in the corner of the tent, a little clammy, but the reason that made them wake up was not clammy, but because they noticed that someone was approaching the tent and the people coming were very powerful.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said: "I feel the breath of Haotian Divine Brilliance, it should be from the temple."

Ning Que glanced at the mother and son of Huangren who were still sleeping, frowned and said, "What should we do?"

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes, looked a little puzzled, and asked, "What should I do?"

Ning Que spread his hands and said, "If you fight, who can you help?"

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. She had never considered such a problem. As a Haotian believer, of course, she should stand on the side of the temple. Does this still need to be considered?

Ning Que smiled and reminded: "Don't forget that we are eating and living with the deserted people now. If the people who come are the ice sculpture deacon monsters of the temple ruling department, we will definitely think that we are traitors."

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "It can be explained that we are here to investigate the enemy."

Ning Que said with a smile: "I don't believe they will believe this explanation."

The tent curtain was lifted, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes straight into it. Three black silhouettes like rocks, illuminated by the small fire in the tent, seemed silent and powerful.

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(Busy like a dog, fortunately still alive.)