Nightfall Chapter 83: Enchanted (eight)
"Absolutely quiet, no sound, no ants crawling, no leaves shaking, nothing. In the end, because you want to hear the sound too much, your eardrums will become extremely sharp, and you can even hear the dead bodies around you. The sound of decay, and the sound of the bloated belly of those decayed corpses enters your ears, like a thunder!"
The stern voice of the old monk oscillated back and forth in the secluded room, like countless continuous thunders. []
"The corpses in the room decayed or turned into mummy, so there are no such sounds. The sound that made you sick in the first moment will become the best thing in the memory in the next moment. Do you know this Feel?"
"In the end, you can even hear the sound of your own blood flowing in your blood vessels, the sound of your muscles gradually losing moisture and deforming, the sound of your own stomach pouch shrinking, the sound of dry intestines sticking together and tearing, silver is wonderful Right? If you listen for a long time, you will definitely feel like vomiting, but the problem is that you can’t vomit."
The old monk lost all the luster in his eyes, numb like a stone statue, recalling these decades of cruel life, muttering: "No matter how powerful a practitioner is, he can't stop drinking and eating. You need to eat. Some things, even if they are ugly, if you spit out the food, you will die."
The old monk suddenly screamed and shouted: "I know this way of living is more cruel than death. When I was confined here by Ke Haoran, I should commit suicide, but this seemingly rough guy has more sinister than the devil. He knew that since I was greedy for a moment, I would never die! He is the real devil!"
Ning Que was silent for a while and asked: "For decades, what kind of food did you support?"
The bone mountain under the old monk has aged corpses dried by a breeze, and white bones.
Ning Que set his eyes on it and couldn't help frowning.
Mo Shanshan followed his gaze, and there was a lot of bone debris at the foot of the Bone Corpse Mountain. Those bone debris seemed to be traces of beasts eating. Suddenly she wanted to understand something, her body suddenly stiffened, her face Very pale.
Looking at the reaction of the two people, the old monk laughed loudly, the laughter was harsh and sharp, like a sad old ghost crying with spite, the drooping skin on his face was wrinkled in one place, as if he was really crying , But probably because of the serious lack of water in the body reel, the tears squeezed out from the corners of the old eyes turned out to be muddy like stone milk.
Looking at that drop of old muddy eyes, listening to such crazy crying and laughing, thinking about the days when the old monk was imprisoned in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate for decades when life is not as good as death, it is the hardest person to fear There will also be a sense of sorrow and sympathy, but Ning Que has no such feelings at all. He looked at the old monk and said: "Sympathy is something that cannot be pleaded for."
The old monk's frantic laughter gradually ceased, and he looked at his face with wild eyes.
Ning Que tilted his head to look at the stone wall, and said after a moment of silence: "Probably because I encountered too many dangers when I was a child, I am a very insecure person. I always like to think if something happens to me. What should I do? Who raised the sangsang? What if something happens to Sangsang? How can I convince myself to continue living?"
"If someone deals with Sangsang like you have done, I will be painful about how to get revenge. Killing you with a single knife is naturally too cheap for you. If you put your hands and feet in the **** jar, you probably too If you can’t hold it for too long, and if you can’t let you endure too long, I will naturally be upset."
He retracted his gaze to look at the old monk, smiled and said in admiration: "I think about your decades, only to realize that the little uncle is really a genius who knows everything, even torturing people. Such a talent. I will not sympathize with you, I will learn this method, only hope that I will not use it in the future."
The old monk doesn't know who Sangsang is. Mo Shanshan knows. She glanced at Ning Que.
The old monk smiled and didn't say much. The previous continuous questioning has slightly clarified the resentment he has accumulated for decades, and he now has more important things to do.
He slowly lowered his head and gently moved his dry lips to the girl under his palm.
Ye Hongyu looked at the old monk coldly, but there were some fearful protrusions on her naked skin. Watching her torn into pieces and slowly eating her, no one could completely get rid of the fear in her heart.
Suddenly there was a quiet coffee choking in the dim, silent room.
Ning Que drew the Pudao behind his back and suddenly bounced his knees, like a tiger that only lurked in the long grass overnight and finally caught the weakness of its prey, and rushed towards the old monk in Bone Mountain.
I was in the air, and a cold knife light sprayed like a torrential rain.
He and Mo Shanshan were controlled by the old monk with a single glance. The sea of consciousness was severely damaged and his consciousness was unable to control any part of his body. However, for some reason, he overcame this obstacle and forcibly controlled his body. When the old monk was bowing his head to gnaw the flesh and blood of the red fish, he should not be able to pay attention to his movements. It was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.
When the old monk Yu Guangli saw the light of the spatula, the Pudao in Ning Que's hand was only half a foot away from his neck. No matter what angle he looked at, he could no longer prevent death.
However, the peripheral vision is still gaze.
The old monk saw the light of the spatula, and his heart moved.
Except for the sacred brilliance of Haotian, there is nothing in the world faster than the mind.
An insignificant but mellow and extreme spiritual power was diffused in the eyes of the old monk. Numerous white bones in the bones mountain were flying up in response to the Qi, and a thick leg bone was blocking it. Before wiping Xueliang knife light!
This pure white thick leg bone, I don’t know which Demon Sect powerhouse was left. The soul was long lost but still strong. It collided with the sword violently, and there was a huge gap, which was not interrupted. open!
The whole room is the cage formation created by the little uncle back then. The runes engraved by the two senior brothers on the Pudao cannot be absorbed into any heaven and earth vitality, and he can't directly confront the one directly controlled by the old monk's mind power. bone!
Ning Que gave a muffled snort, and the huge power from the blade directly broke his wrist, and his body flew backwards suddenly. A blood spurted out of his mouth in mid-air.
In the bone mountain, the white root fragments inspired by the old monk’s thought power are tightly entwined, and they hit him in a secluded way, like a storm. In a flash, he suffered hundreds of Thousands of heavy blows, blood kept gushing, and I didn't know how many bones he had broken.
With a snap, Ning Que fell heavily to the ground, and another mouthful of blood was sprayed on the front of his clothes. Fortunately, those storms made of white bones slumped to the ground without attacking again.
A steady stream of pain came from all over the body, as if all the bones were broken, Ning Que frowned, stabbed with a simple knife to stand up, but after all he could not resist the injury in the body. Kneeled heavily to the ground.
The old monk’s face was pale and his cheeks were sunken, his pupils gleamed, and his body swayed slightly. Obviously, in order to cope with Ning Que’s sneak attack, he also paid a great price. The strength accumulated over the decades and the previous mouthful The blood food was completely consumed, but no matter how weak he was, the palm of his hand still controlled Ye Hongyu.
The ruling formation that isolates the breath of heaven and earth is the most terrifying existence for practitioners
Because there is no heaven and earth vitality, most Taoism cannot be used at all, especially the supreme realm in Master Liansheng’s previous sight directly hurts the practitioner’s sea of consciousness, making them unable to control their own consciousness with their consciousness. The body, the waiting person in this situation, is like a calligrapher who has lost the writing brush, and everyone who has lost the rhythm of the lyre. He has no knowledge but has lost all abilities, and he will fall into complete despair.
But Ning Que is different from most practitioners in the world. He has just learned to practice. When struggling with life and death for more than ten years, he has never relied on the flying sword of Dao, but on his body and behind. Of three knives.
Being hit by Master Liansheng’s sight of the Sea of Consciousness, he couldn’t let him fall into despair. Because of countless battles, his control over his body was so powerful that most people could hardly imagine it, and even the skeletal muscles of the body could be controlled by themselves. During the previous long conversation, he has been tightening and relaxing his muscles at high speeds, just to let his body really relax and get out of the control of the sea of consciousness to make his own response.
It must be said that Ning Que is really good at fighting, especially in this seemingly desperate situation with a weak enemy and strong. The more calm he is, the stronger his awareness of fighting will be. It is a pity that the strength between the two sides The gap has been so large that it cannot be made up by judgement alone and fighting consciousness.
"How strong is your ability to control your body?-
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The old monk looked at Ning Que, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with a slight surprise. His two white eyebrows floated slowly, and he said in a low voice: "Although Huang Ren is physically strong, he has a better connection between consciousness and body. You are still inferior to you. I never thought that this generation of academy walks was actually a good material for cultivating demons. What a pity, what a pity."
Ning Que was seriously injured. He could no longer hold the handle of the knife in his hand. He shook his body twice, and finally fell to the ground again. He did not hear what the old monk had said. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. Coughed twice.
What happened before was so fast that Mo Shanshan was completely unprepared. At this moment, watching Ning Que fall in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of worry, but there was no way to lean over to see how he was going.
Looking at her expression, Ning Que slowly moved over with difficulty supporting her, sat with her back, and coughed twice in pain, panting weakly, and said: "I won't die for the time being, but I really can't move this time."
The old monk looked at him, and the more he looked at him, the more joy he became, and he said regretfully: "If you are not a disciple of the college, if you are not a disciple of the college, I really want to pass a mantle to you to see where you can get in the future.
Ning Que used to really think that he was a genius in cultivation, but it took a lot of hardships in this life to step into the cultivation path. As soon as he entered the cultivation path, he saw too many real strong men, as well as the second brother Chen Pipi. Freaks, when they met these genius girls who were idiots and idiots, they gradually broke off those obsessions and realized that their aptitude in practice was not mediocre.
So listening to the emotion of the old monk at this time, he couldn't help feeling a little weird. He raised the corners of his lips with difficulty, panting and laughing at himself: "The snowy mountain has only ten holes through the sea, so can it be a good asset?"
The old monk looked at him weakly and said, "If you want to cultivate demons, what if you don't know anything?"
Ning Que weakly leaned on Mo Shanshan’s back and looked at the old monk in Bone Mountain with a hard smile, and said: "Master, I am willing to follow you to cultivate demons, then can you let us go? Why bother Fight for life and death."
The old monk looked at him with compassion, and said weakly: "Why do you have to laugh at this time?"
Ning Que coughed twice and gasped and said, "It's not a joke, I can swear by the personality of a master."
The old monk grinned hard, and said with a smile: "I and Ke Haoran have been enemies throughout my life. I know the true appearance of the academy better than anyone in the world. Others may believe it, but I know that no one comes out of the academy. Letter."
Ning Que couldn't help but laughed loudly when he heard this, but he felt sad in his chest and abdomen, and coughed again.
The old monk looked at him puzzledly and said: "You should be able to forbear, why did you choose that time to shoot? Although the timing was good, it was still a bit earlier after all. If you could wait until the moment I swallowed flesh and blood, would you? Isn't it better?"
Ning Que wiped off the coughed blood and said: "It is indeed early, mainly because I don't like to see cannibalism."
Listening to the word human flesh, the old monk's expression gradually turned resentful, and he said with a cold voice: "I have eaten bones and dried meat for decades. At the end, these meats have become dry wood residue. You think it is good. Eat?"
The old monk looked at the pair of young men and women sitting opposite each other and said bitterly, "The human flesh that I ate before walking in the world, or for planning, more for my own strength, don’t you think I’m just a person who likes to eat? A perverted lunatic of human flesh? Don’t you think human flesh is really delicious?"
The old monk thought about the Tsing Yi that floated through the Demon Temple decades ago, and laughed nervously: "Ke Haoran sealed me in this isolated **** just to force me to eat human flesh. There was another guy here. No matter how hard I pleaded with him, he refused to let me go or kill me. Instead, he picked up a dozen corpses and threw them to me for food, saying that it was Haotian. My reward, if I am an ogre, what are they?"
He glanced at Ye Hongyu, who was stubbornly pursing his lips under his palm, refused to beg or sighed, and looked at Ning Que indifferently and said: "This Taoist woman is what I have eaten over the past few decades. The first fresh meat is much better in comparison, would you like to try it?"
Ning Que looked at the ghostly eyes of the old monk, and said after a moment of silence: "No, I know it's not delicious."
Mo Shanshan, who was weak and leaning on his back, did not understand what he said, thinking that he was just narrating a fact. No one needs to try it in person to know that human flesh is not tasty.
However, the old monk understood what he said, a surprised look appeared on his old face, and his spiteful eyes instantly turned back to compassion and love, and said with admiration, "Sure enough, the college is still a college, admire it."
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