"Absolute silence, not a single sound. No ants crawled past, no leaves swayed, nothing at all. In the end, because you wanted to hear sounds too much, your eardrums became extremely sensitive. You could even hear the sounds of the corpses around you rotting. When the sounds of the stomachs of the corpses exploding entered your ears, it was like a clap of thunder!"
The old monk's shrill voice reverberated in the quiet room, like countless continuous claps of thunder.
"The corpses in the room had all rotted or turned into dried corpses. As a result, even these sounds were gone. The sounds that made you want to puke a moment ago became the most beautiful memory in the next moment. Do you know this feeling?"
"In the end, you could even hear the sound of your blood flowing in your veins. You could hear the sound of your muscles losing moisture and deforming. You could hear the sound of your stomach shriveling and the sound of your intestines being torn apart. It was amazing, wasn't it? If you listened to it for a long time, you would definitely want to vomit. However, the problem was that you couldn't vomit. "
The old monk's eyes lost all luster. He was like a stone statue as he recalled the decades of cruel life. He muttered, "No matter how strong a cultivator is, he can't not eat or drink at all. You need to eat something, even if it's something disgusting. If you vomit it out, you will die."
The old monk suddenly screamed shrilly, "I know this way of living is crueler than death. When I was imprisoned here by Ke Haoran, I should have committed suicide. However, this seemingly straightforward guy had a mind that was more sinister than the devil. He knew that since I was greedy for a moment of life, I would never be willing to die! He was the real devil! "
Ning Que asked after a moment of silence, "What did you eat to survive these decades?"
On the mountain of bones beneath the old monk, there were old corpses that had been dried by the dry breeze and white skeletons.
Ning Que's gaze fell upon it and he could not help but frown.
Mo Shanshan followed his gaze and found that there were many bone fragments at the foot of the Bone Corpse Mountain. Those bone fragments seemed to be the traces left behind by wild beasts. Suddenly, she understood something. Her body suddenly stiffened and her face became abnormally pale.
Looking at the reactions of the two, the old monk laughed loudly. His laughter was shrill and sharp, like a sorrowful old ghost crying with hatred. The drooping skin on his face wrinkled as if he was really crying. However, probably because of the severe dehydration in his body, the tear that was squeezed out from the corner of his old eyes was as turbid as stalactite.
Looking at the old and cloudy eyes, listening to the heart-wrenching laughter, and thinking of the old monk being imprisoned in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine for decades, even the toughest person would feel sad and sympathetic. However, Ning Que did not feel this way at all. He looked at the old monk and said, "Sympathy is something that cannot be begged for."
The old monk's maniacal laughter gradually came to a stop. His eyes, which were like will-o '-the-wisps, stared at Meng Qi's face.
Ning Que tilted his head and looked at the stone wall. After a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe it's because I encountered too many dangers when I was young. I'm a person who lacks a sense of security. I always think about what if something happens to me. Who raised Sangsang? What if something happened to Sangsang? How can I convince myself to continue living? "
"If someone did what you did to Sangsang, I would agonize over how to take revenge. It would be too easy to kill you with one strike. You probably wouldn't be able to hold on for too long even if I cut off your limbs and put you in a sh * t jar. I can't let you suffer for too long. Naturally, I wouldn't be happy. "
He retracted his gaze and looked at the old monk. He smiled and praised, "Now that I think about your decades, I realize that Youngest Uncle is indeed a genius who knows how to use one method and many methods. You are also talented in torturing people. I won't sympathize with you. I will learn this method and I just hope that I won't have to use it in the future. "
The old monk did not know who Sangsang was, but Mo Shanshan did. She glanced at Ning Que.
The old monk smiled and did not say anything else. The previous series of questions had already slightly eased the resentment that he had accumulated for decades. He now had 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. Her naked skin could not help but bulge out in fear. No one could completely dispel the fear in their hearts as they watched themselves being torn into pieces and eaten slowly.
Suddenly, a clear sound rang out in the silent and dim room.
Ning Que pulled out the podao on his back and suddenly sprang up on his knees. He was like a tiger that had been hiding in the long grass all night and had finally found the weakness of its prey. He suddenly pounced towards the old monk in the Bone Mountain.
In mid-air, a cold flash of knife light sprayed out like a storm.
He and Mo Shanshan had been controlled by the old monk with one glance. Their sense of perception was severely injured and they could not control any part of their bodies. However, he somehow managed to overcome this obstacle and forcefully control his body. At this moment, the old monk was bent down and ready to chew on Ye Hongyu's flesh. He should not have noticed Ning Que's movements. It was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.
When the old monk saw the flash of knife light from the corner of his eye, Ning Que's podao was only half a foot away from his neck. No matter how he looked at it, he could no longer prevent death from coming.
However, he still saw it from the corner of his eye.
When the old monk saw the flash of knife light, his mind moved.
Other than the holy light of Haotian, there was nothing in the world faster than his mind.
A wave of spiritual power that was not strong but extremely pure emanated from the old monk's eyes. Countless white bones in the Bone Corpse Mountain responded to the aura and flew up. A thick leg bone blocked in front of the snow-white blade light!
No one knew which Devil's Doctrine master left this pure white leg bone. His soul had long been lost, but his strength was still there. When it collided with the saber radiance, a huge crack appeared on it, but it did not break in the middle!
The entire room was filled with the Confinement array that Youngest Uncle had set up years ago. The talisman carved by the two Senior Brothers on the podao could not absorb any Qi of Heaven and Earth. He could not even face the bone directly controlled by the old monk's Psyche Power!
Ning Que let out a muffled groan. The huge force from the blade directly broke his wrist. His body flew backward and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
Amidst the Bone Mountain, the fragments of the white roots that were stimulated by the old monk's Psyche Power followed closely, hitting his body with crackling sounds like a storm. In an instant, he suffered hundreds and thousands of heavy blows. Fresh blood kept spurting out, and who knew how many bones in his body were broken.
With a thud, Ning Que fell heavily to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood on his clothes. Fortunately, the storm formed by the white bones fell to the ground after leaving the area of the Bone Mountain and did not attack again.
Endless pain came from all parts of his body, as if all his bones were broken. Ning Que frowned and stabbed the ground with the podao in an attempt to stand up. However, he could not resist the injuries in his body and knelt heavily on the ground on one knee.
The old monk's face was pale and his cheeks were sunken. A dim light shone in his eyes and his body swayed slightly. It was obvious that he had paid a huge price to deal with Ning Que's sneak attack. The power that he had accumulated over the decades and the mouthful of blood had all been used up. However, no matter how weak he was, his palm still held Ye Hongyu tightly.
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The Judgement Tactical Array that isolated the aura of Heaven and Earth was the most terrifying existence to cultivators. Because there was no Qi of Heaven and Earth, most Taoist skills could not be used at all. Especially when Master Lotus's gaze contained a supreme state, it could directly injure a cultivator's sense of perception and cause them to be unable to use their consciousness to control their own bodies. A cultivator in such a situation was like a calligrapher who had lost his brush or a musician who had lost his seven-stringed zither. He only had knowledge but lost all his abilities and would definitely fall into complete despair.
However, Ning Que was different from most cultivators in the world. He had just learned to cultivate. In the past ten years when he was struggling on the edge of life and death, he had never relied on any Taoist skills or flying swords. He had relied on his own body and the three blades behind him.
Even when his sense of perception was severely damaged by Master Lotus' gaze, he did not fall into despair. This was because after countless battles, his control over his body was so strong that it was hard for an ordinary person to imagine. He could even control his body's bones and muscles. During the long conversation earlier, he had been constantly tensing and relaxing his muscles at a high frequency. He wanted his body to truly relax and break away from the control of his sense of perception so that he could respond on his own.
It must be said that Ning Que was indeed a person who was good at fighting. Especially when he was in a seemingly hopeless situation where he was fighting against someone stronger than him, the calmer he was, the stronger his battle awareness became. However, it was a pity that the difference in power between the two of them was so huge that it could not be made up for with just judgment, calculation and battle awareness.
"Your control over your body has actually reached such a level?"
The old monk was slightly surprised as he looked at Ning Que who was half-kneeling on the ground. His two white eyebrows slowly floated up and he said in a low voice, "Even though the Desolate Man's body is strong, his consciousness and body are actually not as good as yours. I did not expect this generation's World Wayfarer of the Academy to be such good material for Devil's cultivation. What a pity, what a pity."
Ning Que was seriously injured and could no longer hold the hilt in his hands tightly. His body swayed a few times and finally fell to the ground again. He did not clearly hear what the old monk said. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coughed in pain.
Everything happened too quickly and Mo Shanshan was completely unprepared. Now, she looked at Ning Que lying in a pool of blood and her eyes were filled with worry. However, she could not go over to see how he was doing.
Ning Que looked at her expression and slowly moved over with difficulty. He sat with his back facing her and coughed in pain again. He panted and said weakly, "I won't die for now, but I really can't move now."
The old monk looked at him and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him. He said regretfully, "You are so talented. If you were not a disciple of the Academy, I would really want to pass my mantle to you and see how far you can go in the future."
Ning Que used to really think that he was a cultivation genius. However, he had gone through a lot of hardships to enter the cultivation world. Once he entered the cultivation world, he had seen too many true powerhouses, Second Brother Chen Pipi, a freak, and also met genius girls like the Calligraphy Addict and the Tao Addict. It was only then that he gradually gave up on that idea and realized that his talent in cultivation was only mediocre.
So when he heard the old monk's lament, he could not help but feel a little strange. He lifted the corner of his lips with difficulty and said self-mockingly while panting, "Only ten acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow can be considered a talent?"
The old monk looked at him and said weakly, "If you are willing to cultivate the Devil's Way, so what if you know nothing?"
Ning Que leaned weakly on Mo Shanshan's back and looked at the old monk in the Bone Mountain. He smiled with difficulty and said, "Master, I am willing to follow you to cultivate the Devil's Way. Can you let us go? Why do we have to fight to our deaths? "
The old monk looked at him with a compassionate gaze and said weakly, "Why are you joking now?"
Ning Que coughed twice and said while panting, "It's not a joke. I can swear on the Headmaster's character."
The old monk opened his mouth with difficulty and said with a smile, "Ke Haoran and I have been enemies for a lifetime. I know the true colors of the Academy better than anyone else in the world. Others may believe it, but I know that no one from the Academy can be trusted."
Ning Que could not help but laugh when he heard this. However, he felt a pain in his chest and started coughing violently again.
The old monk looked at him and said in confusion, "You should be able to bear it. Why did you choose that timing to attack? Although that timing was good, it was still a little too early. Wouldn't it be better if you could wait until the moment when I devoured the flesh? "
Ning Que wiped the blood that he coughed out and said, "It was indeed a little too early. It's mainly because I don't like to see you eat human flesh."
Hearing the word "human flesh", the old monk's expression gradually turned vicious. He said coldly, "I have gnawed on dried bones and meat for decades. In the end, the meat has become dry wood dregs. Do you think it's delicious?"
The old monk looked at the young man and woman who were sitting back to back and said viciously, "The human flesh that I ate when I was traveling in the world was either for planning or to make myself stronger. Do you think I am a psychopathic lunatic who likes to eat human flesh? Do you think that human flesh is really delicious? "
The old monk thought of the green robe that drifted through the Devil's Hall decades ago and laughed maniacally. "Ke Haoran sealed me in this isolated hell to force me to eat human flesh. Later on, another guy came here. No matter how I begged him, he refused to let me go or kill me. Instead, he picked up a dozen corpses and threw them to me as food. He said that it was Haotian's reward for me. If I am a demon, then what are they?"
He looked at Ye Hongyu who was pursing her lips stubbornly under his palm. She refused to beg for mercy or cry out in pain and her face was pale. He looked at Ning Que and said coldly, "This Haotian Taoism girl is the first fresh meat that I have eaten in decades. Compared to her, she tastes much better. Do you want to try?"
Ning Que looked at the old monk's ghostly eyes and said after a moment of silence, "No, I know it doesn't taste good."
Mo Shanshan, who was leaning weakly on his back, did not understand what he said. She thought that he was just stating a fact. No one had to taste it to know that human flesh did not taste good.
However, the old monk understood his words. A look of surprise appeared on his old face, and the resentment in his eyes instantly turned into compassion and kindness. He sighed with emotion and said, "The Academy is indeed the Academy. I admire you."
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