Nightfall

This is the deepest part of Prajna Peak. No matter the peak, Yaping, or the bottom of Tiankeng, the distance is more than ten miles. There is no difference.

The sound on the surface of the mountain peak cannot be heard here, the sound of the underground river can not be heard here, there will be no sound here, the silence is like a grave.

The first two iron arrows looked at his chest and felt the clear pain. I remembered that I had not felt this for many years. Some were fresh and vivid, and my old face showed a sense of self-deprecation.

He has been practicing Buddha for many years and has reached the peak, and his promotion to the King Kong is not bad. Originally thought that after the Confucius came to heaven, no one could threaten himself. The famous disciples joined hands in a fiasco.

"Do you think you can hold me this way?"

"You wo n’t drink, you wo n’t hear, you wo n’t hear the sound, you wo n’t see the light, you will be weak and old, or die from starvation, or crazy from despair. Perseverance walked out of the dark cave ... but by then, the Buddha Kingdom you have defended will be destroyed by my iron sword. "

Jun Mo's remarks were not threats, nor intimidation-threats and intimidation were never his way of fighting-he was just stating the truth.

Only because the facts are so calm that the statements are truly horrifying. No drinking, no food, no sound, no loneliness, isolation from the world ... What kind of torture was that, no one except Liansheng had experienced it, and even Liansheng, who was tortured, was almost crazy, and the first lecture would eventually fall How does it end?

The first difficult one, looking at Jun Mo, said compassionately: "My Buddha is compassionate."

He should have pity for his tragic encounter. He was sad for this **** career for years or even decades, but he was sorry for each other and the choice of the academy.

If it is replaced by someone else, facing the first gaze that is still peaceful and compassionate at this time, or will be introspective, may even feel ashamed, but Junmo does not.

"Your Buddha is compassionate, the college is not compassionate? Arrogant and arrogant. Disgusting."

Jun Mo said with a blank expression: "In countless years, this Buddha has turned countless living beings into white bones and served countless souls into slaves. Mountain peaks made of human bones. The golden dome painted with human blood, a wonderful bliss world? This is a ghost, ruined Drop all this and kill you and these bald donkeys. That is true compassion. "

After saying this. He said nothing more. Turned around and walked out of the cliff cave, brushing his sleeves at random, the iron sword broke again. Cutting and falling countless cliff stones, blocking this passage deadly, wind and rain, light and air can not enter.

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Ning Que waited three days and three nights on the city wall, and the whole world also waited three days and three nights. Whether it was a butcher in the town or Hengmu of Qinghe County, he remained silent for three days and three nights, waiting for his arrow. Where will it shoot?

In the past or maybe, he will not shoot iron arrows-the so-called big killer, it is the most deterrent when it is not cast, and once such a method is used, it will break the balance between the two sides, rather lack Don't dare to act rashly.

But now it is different. Seeing the Lord drifting down Tao Tao, he disappeared and disappeared. The drunkard no longer stared at the academy. The balance of the spiritual world has been broken. More importantly, Ning Que's anxiety was felt in the world, so he will definitely shoot today.

Two holes appeared outside Chang'an City, not a channel formed by torn space, nor a real arrow hole, but a condensed cloud formed by an iron arrow.

The two condensing clouds extended toward the horizon of the west and disappeared after dozens of miles. It was enough to see clearly where the direction was pointing.

Two straight cloud lines appear in the clear blue sky, just like a rainbow emerged from the ground in the sky in those days. These are extremely rare wonders.

Many people in Chang'an came to the street with the elderly and young children, talking happily, and guessing which enemy strongman Mr. Thirteen shot. The controversy in the teahouse is extremely fierce. Some people say that it is Shan Yu of the King of Golden Accounts, and some people say that it is a gift left by Haotian to the world. The little slave named Atta ...

At the beginning of the war, the Tang State was the enemy of the world, and people were dying in the frontier every moment. The emotions of the people were inevitably depressed and obscure. Today, these two arrow clouds have finally succeeded in making the spirits vigorous, and even felt like a carnival.

Ning Que is also looking at the two condensed clouds in the sky. The sky falls on his face, making his face paler. His eyes are also filled with joy. The two iron arrows make him lose countless spirits and make him Gain a lot.

There are some legendary weapons in the cultivator: such as the chessboard left by the Buddha, such as the Yulan bell, such as some holy objects recorded in the Taoist scriptures, and the few books of horror that have just begun to be revealed in the world. Forget the Chang'an City left by the Master, but most of those weapons come from Godsend, or the remains of characters like Master Fu.

Weapons built by practitioners themselves, but capable of displaying legendary power, are very rare. There still exist today, except for the river mountain plate made by the former master of the academy and the former master of Mochiyuan, only the thirteen arrows.

Today, the iron arrow of Ning Que has already shattered the world. All practitioners know that it is a terrible killer, but they really understand the principle and why the iron arrow has such unimaginable power, only the back of the academy. Mountain crowd.

The strength of Yuan Thirteen Arrows lies in Ning Que ’s original whimsical imagination, as well as the unbelievable practical ability of everyone in the Academy. The strength is that it is a kind of arrow.

Everyone thinks that the thirteenth arrow is an arrow, but it is not.

Fujian is not an arrow, but a symbol.

Or, Yuan Thirteen Arrows should be regarded as an arrow symbol.

Each time an iron arrow shot into the world, Ning Que wrote a symbol in the world.

When the iron arrow left the bow string, the rune on the arrow shaft was full, which does not mean that the rune has been written. On the contrary, it is the first stroke of the real rune. Only when the iron arrow appears before the target, the last stroke will fall there, so that it can be said that Ning Que has finished writing the character.

The rune is whole, and it is not complete without any strokes. The process of arching rather lacking is naturally also a whole. This process cannot be cut from the iron arrow to the target, so once the iron arrow is fired. It is powerful and indestructible.

The big characters written by Tiejian are self-contained, naturally there is no need for the concept of time and space, so the performance is even more difficult to imagine than without distance. At the same time, because the characters are interrelated from the beginning to the end, Ning Que does not need to look at it. He only needs to know where the last stroke should fall, so he can let the iron arrow fall.

In his knowledge of the sea, when he wrote the symbols, Chang'an City and the distant Xihuang were essentially connected, and the arrow finally fell on Yaping. Appeared in front of the first seat of the sermon. This symbol was written. No space can cut this symbol, can't stop the iron arrow, plus the power of Chang'an City, what about the Buddha's body that is not bad?

When the Academy first developed Yuan Thirteen Arrows. No one really fully understands the principle. Junmo cannot. Ning Que could not, until a long time later, he was on the sacrifice of light. It was only after thousands of miles that Mr. Cui was killed that he could vaguely realize.

Today, at the wall of Chang'an, two arrows were thrown toward the extremely west wilderness. He had gains on how to write such big symbols, and he knew that this was a very important thing for himself, not even less than the first thing that the arrow shot. Because this is what the teacher Yan Se expected of herself before she died, and it was also her destiny.

Of course, as Long Qing calculated, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows need to be coordinated-he and Junmo are far away from each other. Before the Iron Arrow appeared, he could not transmit any information in advance during the rune. He had to wait, I hope Brother 2 can figure out what I want, and hope to see the first one in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Jun Mo has been fighting in the underground world for several years, and has only crossed the mountain once, and once played with the first lecture. Ning Que ’s expectation looks more like extravagance or delusion beforehand, but he has done so. First class is three days and three nights.

Facts have proved that Ning Que is right. There is no connection between him and the brothers and sisters of Junmo, but they naturally have a tacit understanding and know each other's intentions.

Just like the iron arrow, no one can cut it off.

Ning Que did n’t know the situation of Xuankong Temple now, did n’t know if the first lecture was seriously injured by his iron arrow, but he could clearly feel that his two arrows were written perfectly, then Brother Two would definitely leave the rest The next thing is done well.

The only regret is that these two iron arrows made him wear and tear. Transporting the power of Chang'an City to the far west, even now he is a bit difficult to bear his weight. At this time, the array of shocks constantly added his thoughts, but there was no way to shoot like a short time. The two iron arrows that were as powerful as before.

Otherwise, he will finish shooting all the iron arrows in the quiver, and will not stop until the first lecture is completely shot to death. No one knows better than him, how important it is to help Brother Two destroy the Buddha Kingdom as soon as possible. .

Jun Mo dragged the entire Buddhism in Xihuang and the two countries of Youting Wangting and Yuelun, which seemed to bear a heavy burden for the academy and the Tang Dynasty, but Ning Que hoped that he could return to Chang'an City. The sword should be swayed on a larger stage. Under his iron sword, he should kill the stronger ones, such as the one who is walking towards Taoshan.

Ning Que withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at the two clouds in the sky, and turned to look east. Just when everyone thought he would close the bow, he bent his bow and arrow again, and then, without warning, toward The East shoots an arrow!

Many people in Chang'an are watching the bustling under the city wall because the wall is too high to see the above picture clearly, but they can vaguely see Ning Que's movements.

Watching him suddenly bend his bow again, there was a sudden exasperation under the city walls, and the black crowds rushed to the side like a tide, wanting to see more clearly.

The crowd suddenly became silent, watching the iron arrow break away from the bowstring, accompanied by a light clank, and then disappeared into the cold winter wind.

boom! It sounded that the tens of thousands of people drank in unison. It was a sigh of shock. It was regrettable to be able to see this scene with their own eyes, and it was also a cheer to Mr. Academy.

A clear and straight condensation cloud appeared again in the blue sky, as if the previous iron arrow had ripped a path between Tiandi ’s vitality and even Tiandi itself, but in fact the iron arrow created a path between heaven and earth by itself , A road that is not between heaven and earth, that is the way that the strokes of fujian are connected!

Fujian is the arrow symbol, but the final stroke of Ningque's symbol is in the distant Chengjing City!

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Yan Guocheng is snowing. The dim lead cloud kept squeezing pure white snow, and in the depths of the cloud, there was a faint light blue light from time to time. Some lightning penetrated the cloud, and came to the desolate field as the snow fell. .

Winter thunder and earthquake, summer rain and snow ...

Wind and snow are common at this time. Lightning is extremely rare, and the picture looks extraordinarily strange, as if it contains great danger, or what power is there to shuttle between.

Long Qing dusted off the snow on his shoulders and looked into the depths of the clouds outside the city. His eyes passed through the falling snowflakes and landed at those high places with a dignified expression.

Indistinctly, he saw a green coat floating across. It's just that the snow is too heavy and the lightning is too dense. He couldn't be sure whether he saw the real or the hallucination.

Suddenly, a light shadow passed over the blizzard at high altitude. Several lightning bolts wiped the figure down and looked extremely dangerous, the picture was extremely shocking.

Long Qing confirmed that what he saw this time was true, because that figure flew over the wall of Chengjing City. He even smelled a faint smell.

Brother's cotton coat. Scorched by the lightning in the clouds. If his reaction was slower at that moment, or if he had said goodbye to this world, Rao is so. His description is also extremely embarrassing, the cotton in the crack of the cotton coat and the blood flowing out are smeared together in a mess, which is very ugly.

Long Qing's expression suddenly froze, and the snowflakes around him suddenly fluttered. His right hand was wrapped in the snow, and there was a very dark black peach flower in front of him.

In the Song Dynasty capital, Mr. Da did n’t shoot him, because the drunkard was on the side, and because he had a scroll of Tianshu in his hand, Tianshu was still in his arms at this time, but he confirmed that Li would slowly shoot himself-anyone can I want to understand that Mr. Da, who appears in Chengjing City at the risk of breaking away from the borderless realm, always has to do something.

As expected by Long Qing, the master swooped to the city wall, holding an ordinary stick in his hand, and knocked it against the top of his head.

Where did Long Qing dare to neglect, he held up the black natal peach blossom in his right hand and greeted him, and the left hand had already grasped the remnants of the sand scroll, ready to work hard at any time.

That seemingly inconspicuous stick is actually very old. It was a ring stick made by the Master after he founded the academy. It was specifically used to hit disobedient students. To the brother.

The spectator who had beaten the ring stick had not dared to land in the South China Sea for decades, and had once killed the moonlord in the wilderness in front of the green hills, just like the original use of this stick, the teacher beat Students take it for granted, how can students avoid it? Since it cannot be avoided, it is usually unavoidable.

Long Qing knew that he could not avoid this stick, and could only use the fate of his life to hard-wire. In his current body, there are thousands of Taoist practitioners who have the intellect and spirit, based solely on quantity theory, they are invincible in the world, but facing the big man The stick did not dare to underestimate any enemy at all and released all the realms without hesitation.

The stick fell on the peach blossom.

The peach blossoms naturally wilted, and the mentors and apprentices of the academy always like to live with the peach blossoms of Taomen.

Long Qing's face became extremely pale, and the scar became very clear. It was no longer as unobtrusive as usual, but it looked daunting. His arms were trembling, and his feet were deeply trapped in the city wall. .

The black peach blossoms scattered, and countless powder and gravel with a real world spirit blew towards the surroundings, and the bricks and stones protruding from the city walls were all blown into powder!

The elder brother did not stay, and disappeared into the snow again, traversing through the terrifying lightnings, chasing toward the blue coat at the earliest.

Long Qing's expression was still calm, but he had a deep sense of sorrow in his eyes. He knew that the green coat he saw at the beginning was also true. Mr. Dai was looking after the Lord, but he saw himself on the wall of Chengjing City, and temporarily moved out Hit himself a stick.

A random stick forced him to use his whole body as a state of mind. If Mr. Da was dedicated to hit a stick, could he stop it?

Long Qing thought about these problems, but did not know that there were more serious problems waiting for himself. He did not find that the wind and snow outside the city walls seemed to stagnate for a moment.

An arrow came from Chang'an.

An iron arrow appeared in front of Long Qing.

Long Qing's face was extremely pale, but at this time it became flushed, as if the blood flowing in the blood vessels suddenly accelerated countless times the flow rate.

His blood started to burn at this instant, and the consciousness left by countless seniors began to help him react in the shortest time.

A black peach blossomed on his chest again. Compared with the previous one, this black peach is much smaller and crystal clear, like the most precious gemstone. The petals are trembling in the wind, looking at the sha It is pitiful and pitiful.

In fact, this seemingly fragile little **** is terrible, and there is an infinite silence in the petals, and countless breaths of different thoughts.

The iron arrow hit the peach blossom.

There is a hole in Longqing's chest and abdomen, which was shot by Ning Que with Yuan Thirteen Arrows. This seemingly weak black peach flower was born from that hole.

This black peach flower is not his fate, but his second life.

Long Qing was not going to let Ning Que's Iron Arrow shoot himself through another hole this time.

When the black peach blossom blocked the iron arrow, his hands did not know when he had come to the air in front of him, and he held the arrow shaft of the iron arrow tightly.

An unimaginable force came from the dark iron arrow. Long Qing's ten fingers caught countless days of vitality in the wind and snow of the wasteland, and he still could not control it.

Instead, his hands were torn in an instant ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Blood water began to drip.

Just when the first drop of blood was about to leave the arrow shaft, another pair of hands fell on the arrow shaft of the iron arrow, which was a pair of pale human hands.

That is still Long Qing's hand.

Behind Long Qing, there was a faint outline of a human figure, which was very blurred in the wind and snow, and seemed to be scattered at any time.

The second hand still couldn't stop the iron arrow.

Long Qing Li Xiao, suddenly there were countless figures in the snow behind them. Those figures were very faint. In the sun, they could not see the details at all, and they could only be sure that they should all be people, and they would all obey his will.

In Li Xiao's voice, those figures collectively reached forward, like those hungry ghosts who were painfully searching for food, and like sinners seeking relief, reaching for the iron arrow.

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