Nightfall

Hengmu Liren's fist, with Haotian's power, directly fell on Ning Que's body, but failed to kill Ning Que. This thing made him feel unbelievable-Ning Que was covered in blood, and the wound was cracked everywhere. Even the heart is obviously broken, but it can still stand, why?

The **** horse ran to Ning Que's side, bowed his head to his right hand, and let him put his hand on his neck to help him stand firm. Ning Que gently touched its mane, indicating that he was safe.

"I have forgotten the order of the sentence that Lian Sheng said. Do I want to repair the demon first, or do I want to repair the demon first, but the truth is the same. Only if the diamond is not bad can it not be dusty."

Ning Que wiped the blood from his hands on the front of the school uniform, looking at the crossbar standing across the street, and said, "You know me very well, but you don't seem to know what I have been repairing the longest."

In the world of spiritual practice, he first came into contact with Fu Dao, then Noble Qi, followed by Lian Sheng ’s Demon Sect practice, and finally observed the statue of Buddha in Lanke Temple to learn Buddha.

But in fact, he has the longest time to practice Buddha-the time here is not the time in the real world, but the time on the chessboard of the Buddha, where he cultivated the Buddha for thousands of years, and finally built the mountain-like Buddha statue into In the process, he has been with Sang Sang.

Sang Sang has always been in his body, in his heart, his body and mind has already possessed a certain divinity, from this aspect, he is also repairing the demon while he is repairing the Buddha, and has already been extreme.

The millennium past in the chessboard world is the last memory he wants to remember. Except for the masters vaguely knowing some details, he did not tell anyone about the details. Daomen regarded him as the enemy and collected countless intelligence, but did not know. Now, in addition to those methods that shock the world, he also has Dharma.

Yokogi didn't know, so he couldn't understand Ning Que's two sentences, but he was subconsciously uneasy, and his eyes were dark with deep vigilance.

Like a strong man of his degree, the movement of the mind is the movement of the earth and the earth. The hurricane in the city of Yangzhou recurs, the clouds in the sky are twitched and the atmosphere of the earth and earth becomes extremely disordered.

Hengmu stood by the wind and immediately came to Ning Que's body, burning the right fist of the raging holy flame, turning into a bright flash of fire, like a meteorite from the sky, slamming into Ning Que's face!

Evening spring is also early summer, except for the dead who are hung on the tree heads of the bridge. The scenery inside and outside Yangzhou City is excellent. The wild grass is green, the wildflowers are blooming, and the mist is dyed to the fireworks.

Previously, the **** horse was racing in the wilderness, running in the shade of the city. Somehow a small yellow flower fell between his mane, and he was shaking in the wind.

Ning Que's right hand was stroking its mane, touching the little yellow flower, and picked it up casually.

He picked up the little yellow flower with his fingers, facing the hurricane in the street, and the fist like a flash of fire.

In the violent wind, the petals of the small yellow flower fall backwards, but they still refuse to leave the weak stem.

A very compassionate breath was released from the petals.

Fist of Yokogi was slowly slowing down and could not fall on Ning Que's body.

Ning Que did not become a Buddha, he asked for a dharma statue.

A seemingly non-existent Buddha appeared behind him.

The Buddha didn't have wide ears, but a slightly plump woman.

Is not Buddha, not King Ming, but Sang Sang.

This is the Buddha he has cultivated for thousands of years.

Yokogi said that he was fighting for Haotian.

Ning Que said that he is the same, and he has been fighting for her for countless years, so that now, he can let her fight for himself.

The flaming Haotian Shenhui still hovered around the fists of Hengmu Liren. The light was infinite. His cheeks were extremely pale, and his eyes were full of anxiety and anger.

Tianqi is the gift of Haotian.

How can he use the power Haotian has given him to hurt Haotian?

That is blasphemy.

"So what! Without the power of faith, how can you get a real Haotian!"

Hengmu shouted angrily, his voice like a continuous spring thunder, exploded in and out of Yangzhou City, he raised his realm to the top, and continued to blast to the small flowers held by Ning Que's fingers!

His figure suddenly changed into an extremely tall one!

He was covered with hair and covered with white hot mist. It looked like a **** from ancient times. If there was not a lot of anger in the solemn expression, it would be more like it.

"She is not Haotian, just the Buddha in your heart! The Buddha is the most hypocritical! The most false and merciful! The first person holding a tin stick will not kill anyone, and he will be cut into a dog by Jun Mo! Even if you really become a Buddha, you can take me how!"

Looking like a god, Yokogi stood on the ground and looked at him from the top, with a particularly violent expression.

Ning Que's body kept bleeding, and the incarnation of Sang Sang was silent behind him. He looked at the Long Street with compassion, not knowing whether he was looking at Hengmu or Ning Que.

Hengmu said nothing wrong, without the power of faith as the source, rather lacking the exquisite Dharma, as long as he ca n’t invite real Sang Sang, he can only protect himself at most, but he ca n’t hurt him.

Yangzhou City is not Chang'an. All the people here who are interested in the Tang Dynasty and the Academy, who are willing and dare to think about helping Ning Que, have been killed by Hengmu, or the stunned people who have been killed by him. They dare not even think about it, so Ning Without that writing, there is no way to gather the power of faith.

"The Academy doesn't like to call that kind of power faith."

The immense Buddha light and the god-like beams are fighting the most dangerous on the long street. Ning Que and the little yellow flower between his fingers seem a little small in between, but his voice is still so calm.

"We used to call it belief."

After saying this, he let go of his finger and allowed the little yellow flower to be blown away by fist and disappeared.

At the same time, the dharma behind him also broke down with the wind, and the Buddha's light suddenly converged and sank into his body chalk.

His hand held the handle of the iron knife.

Innumerable, insignificant, and faint strengths were born from countless places inside and outside Yangzhou City, then floated silently, entering his body one by one.

Hengmu Liren's complexion became extremely pale, and he couldn't understand to himself: "How could this be?"

Those powers are the power of belief that he could never get in Yangzhou City for Ningque, or in his own words, it is the power of faith.

Even if the Buddha is resurrected, how can he get the faith of the dead?

Ning Que waved his iron knife and cut to Yokogi.

Buddha will not cut people, he will cut people.

The iron knife simply fell, because it carried the obsession of countless dead people in Qinghe County, so it was not easy.

The gusty wind, the Dharma and the Holy Light intersect each other and then tear each other into pieces.

Hengmu stood up and thundered, igniting the blazing Haotian Shenhui at the cost of life, and wanted to block this knife.

Ning Que was in Chang'an City at that time and didn't have any understanding of the belief. The reason why he was able to use the array of eye pestles to write those two symbols was to passively accept the fearless belief of Tang people in Chang'an City.

Now he has a deep understanding of faith. Without Chang'an City, he does not have enough power to write that rune, but he can get enough power by means of Dharma to cut a million knives again.

Yokogi might stand his sword.

But there is no way to block his thousands of knives.

The smoke spread over the long street, and the horror of the tearing air lingered in the ears, which was mixed with the horror of despair, despair, anger and unwillingness!

Instantly.

The moment that Buddha Sect said.

Hengmu Liren blocked the 3,782 swords cut by Ning Que.

Ning Que had a cut of 13,782.

Therefore, a full ten thousand knives fell on the body of Yogi.

The dust gradually converged.

Just like a **** who was cut off like a god, he was cut down into an ordinary person, covered in blood, with his head bowed and his eyebrows flattened, just like the Tsing Yi young man who cut wood in Tianyuyuan two years ago.

Choked Ning was short of iron sword return sheath.

Stimulated by the sound, Hengmu Liren's heart that had been cut off, could no longer maintain a complete puff and bleed, and the wound on the chest and abdomen burst out of the internal organs like gold and jade!

He lowered his head and looked at those horrible knives with a look of embarrassment.

At the next moment, the vast aura crystal that was shot into his body by Ning Que was violently spurting along the ten thousand blades of his body, and the wind raged across the long street, and then went away.

This gust of wind rolled up the reeds on Ozawa and startled the birds outside Kangcheng. It was not until the palace between the hills of Xiling, which was thousands of miles away, that belonged to Taoshan, that stopped.

Ning Que stood in the Xiao Xiaofeng, his expression was tired and indifferent, he didn't have any pleasure, he didn't pay attention to Hengmu, and sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his breath. The **** horse stood beside him, looking around with vigilance.

Hundreds of temple cavalry had surrounded the long street, but they were afraid to approach.

"I don't understand why this is."

Mr. Yokogi murmured with his head down, his voice seemed extremely painful.

"You are really strong and well prepared. You know that Iron Arrow is not my most powerful means. In order to break my means, you even killed so many people."

Ning Que said: "But you don't know that I have cultivated the Buddha, and I don't know that I learned a truth in the wasteland-all the dead and the living are people, and you kill those people, it is your way to death."

"It turns out so." Hengmu Liren raised his head and looked at him with a wry smile. "It seems that you have done a lot of preparations to kill me. I think that I am willing to think so."

Ning Que said: "You think too much ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After finishing this sentence, he stood up, turned over and jumped on the **** horse, looking around, only to see that there were small bridges running inside and outside Yangzhou City , Fireworks show, there is an old tree faint crow, miserable world, just without her trail.

Hengmu Liren looked at his back and shouted unwillingly: "It's all over to the end, you can't admit that I am special? I am the son of Haotian! How can it be the same as other wastes killed by you! "

Ning looked back at him and said, "You always say you are her son. The problem is that I never remembered having you with her. How can I admit this?"

The black horse lifted up the dust, and headed south of Yangzhou.

Horigi looked at his back with difficulty, and was at a loss, finally understood, and then died.

Fireworks in May, Ning Que will kill another one.

Tangjun came to Yangzhou.

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