Chapter 284
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The old monk let out a shrill scream. His hands, which were like white lotuses holding onto the blade, started to tremble rapidly.
A substantial force surged up along the blade and collided with the Haoran Sword that Ning Que had infused into the blade.
There was a loud bang!
Dust flew up in the dark Devil's Hall. The Bone Mountain collapsed and the broken bones and bone fragments were like garbage. They were blown around by the strong wind and hit the bluestone walls.
The unconscious Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu were also pushed to the corner by the strong impact.
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The Qi of Heaven and Earth, which had not appeared for decades, continued to repair Master Lotus's broken body. It helped him to recover his state and strength at a terrifying speed. The first thing that became terrifyingly strong was his mental strength.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth was also absorbed by Ning Que at the same time. It was then converted into the primordial Qi in his body and finally turned into a powerful force that he had never experienced before.
In the end, it was still a competition of time. It all depended on whether Ning Que could become strong enough to kill his opponent before the old monk recovered.
That was why Ning Que did not use the talisman in the pouch or the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. This was because these techniques required the Qi of Heaven and Earth to reach a certain strength. It also required his Psyche Power to be completely unaffected by his opponent's mental strength.
Under such circumstances, he could only trust the three podaos behind him. The three podaos that had killed countless enemies from Min Mountain to the City of Wei and from the City of Wei to the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
However, it was a pity that absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth was a technique of the Devil's Doctrine. As a veteran of the Devil's Doctrine, Master Lotus was far more skilled in this technique and state than Ning Que.
The difference in state between the two of them was too great. Time was not fair. Ning Que could not kill his opponent with one strike. As time passed slowly and unstoppably, the situation became more and more disadvantageous for him.
He could clearly feel that his body was stronger than before. However, the hand that was holding onto the hilt of the podao started to tremble weakly. He could barely hold onto the hilt anymore. This was because the power coming from the blade was almost stronger than his!
He looked up and saw the cold eyes of the old monk.
When their gazes met, it did not produce a destructive effect like when their auras met on the blade. Instead, it was gentle and tranquil, like a drop of dew rolling off a lotus leaf and landing on the surface of a lake, causing ripples.
When the ripples spread, it was a new world.
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Master Lotus' pitiful voice came from the night sky.
"This is my world."
Ning Que looked at the billions of stars embedded in the night sky and remained silent. He knew that his sense of perception had finally been invaded by the old monk's terrifying spiritual power once again. He also finally understood that the space one foot in front of a truly powerful cultivator was definitely their world. Be it their power or consciousness, everything would be under their control.
The night sky suddenly shook. It did not crack, but the billions of stars embedded in it fell. Those stars cut through the sky and smashed into the wilderness in front of him with long tails. The earth groaned and trembled painfully. The winter trees and frost grass were covered by the splashed mud or burned to ashes by the high temperature.
He knew what this scene represented.
The billions of stars that fell from the night sky were Master Lotus's spiritual power. The moaning and groaning wasteland, grass, and trees were his sea of consciousness. When the Wilderness and the grass and trees were turned into a purgatory by the falling stars and turned into scorched earth, his Sea of Consciousness would be broken and he would either die or become an ignorant cripple.
Ning Que stood in the wilderness and looked at the wildfire caused by the falling stars. He looked at the horrifying crater in the wilderness nearby. He did not brush off the black mud on his body, nor did he hide, because he did not know how to avoid it.
He had just inherited Youngest Uncle's legacy and risked being punished by Heaven. He saw that he could survive in the midst of death, but he ended up in such a hopeless situation and was about to die. Was this really fate? Was it really Haotian's curse?
His heart was cold and he even felt true despair. However, in the depths of his despair, there was still a strong unwillingness and a strong desire to shatter all these stars.
It was as if an existence in the unseen world had sensed his strong unwillingness and desire. An extremely faint shadow slowly spread over his head and covered his entire body.
He looked at the shadow in front of him and his own shadow that was even deeper in the shadow. He suddenly turned around.
There was nothing in the wilderness behind him.
There was only a statue.
A black statue.
The statue seemed to be a human, but also seemed to be a deity. As its back was facing the light, its face and body were immersed in the deep shadow and could not be seen clearly.
The stars in the night sky were still falling.
Hundreds of millions of stars kept hitting the Wilderness and became denser and denser, gradually annihilating Ning Que's body.
After the appearance of this black statue, the falling stars were like moths that had seen a flame and were strongly attracted by an invisible force. They all swept toward the black statue.
The stars that had caused such a huge commotion earlier were as weak as fireflies when they collided with the huge black statue.
Hundreds of millions of stars were a group of weak fireflies. They kept hitting each other and flashed a weak flame.
The weak flame was also absorbed by the black statue.
The black statue gradually heated up and then turned red, as if it was plated with a layer of blood.
It should be very hot, right?
Ning Que looked at the huge statue in confusion and thought so.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. He looked down and saw that his belt was emitting wisps of green smoke, as if it was about to burn. He did not know what was inside but it was extremely hot!
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Ning Que returned to the real world.
Only then did he realize that the old monk had pushed the blade out a few inches from his chest. The hard hilt was already at his waist, pressing against something in his belt. That thing was so hot that it seemed to be burning! It was maddening!
Ning Que stared at the old monk's warm but cold eyes. He held the hilt tightly and pushed it forward!
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth like a waterfall.
He roared in pain, his feet digging deep into the limestone floor like nails. He leaned forward and used the hard object at his waist to hold the hilt of the saber. He put all his weight on it, and the edge of the saber went in another inch!
The old monk looked at the blade that was slowly entering his chest and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
His mental strength touched Ning Que's body and disappeared instantly, like a clay ox entering the sea. The speed of the loss was shocking. In just a moment, his sense of perception was half empty!
Using the Devil's Skill to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth relied on pure Psyche Power to control it. At this time, the Psyche Power in his sense of perception was drying up. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Devil's Hall did not enter his body but floated towards Ning Que's body!
The old monk could clearly feel that the power from the blade in his hands had suddenly increased.
He glared at Ning Que, and then looked down at his waist.
There was an extremely soft sound of friction.
It was like the gentle breeze from a lake brushing across the lotus leaves.
The sharp blade cut off a few fingers and the broken fingers fell slowly.
The pure white lotus petals fell off.
Ning Que let out a muffled groan. The podao in his hand violently pierced forward, accompanied by an unstoppable Haoran Sword style. The bright blade pierced into the old monk's chest with a puff, directly piercing through his heart.
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(Chapter Four) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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