No matter how strong a cultivator was, if his heart was pierced, he should be dead, right?
Ning Que was still extremely vigilant. This was because the old monk's state and strength had exceeded all his battle experience. He did not know what kind of survival ability the other party, who had already surpassed the Five States, had.
That was why he did not pull out his knife. Instead, he stared at the old monk's eyes that were inches away from him, looking at the life in the deepest part of his old eyes. With a forceful twist of his wrist, the cold blade directly shattered the old monk's heart into pieces.
The old monk's body suddenly convulsed. He clutched his chest in pain, but did not die immediately.
Ning Que frowned and prepared to pull out his podao to chop off the person's head.
The old monk stared at Ning Que's waist and suddenly laughed maniacally. His laughter was maniacal, but his laughter was very weak. In the end, it turned into a sobbing sound. He panted and said, "I see. Is this fate?"
This old peerless powerhouse finally understood something from Ning Que at the moment of his death. He murmured, "I was born a devil … I will die a devil … I thought I could … jump out of the three realms. But I did not expect that when I finally die, I will know that my life …"
"… will always be in this mountain."
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Ning Que did not care about what the old monk was saying. He was not an artistic youth and did not have the hobby of listening to the last words of a strong enemy. He only wanted to kill the other party completely and end this nightmarish encounter.
However, when he wanted to pull out his podao, he realized that the old monk's body seemed to have turned into a swamp. The sharp and smooth blade was tightly stuck in his chest.
Fortunately, there was no powerful force coming from the blade. His sense of perception did not suffer another mental attack.
Since he could not pull out his knife, he would go deeper.
Ning Que grunted and exerted force again. The podao in his hands directly pierced through the old monk's body. The Haoran Sword Qi in his chest and abdomen flowed along the blade without hesitation.
Shaken by the sword style, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood.
After being imprisoned here for decades, he could only drink water from the cracks of the bluestone rocks and eat white skeletal corpses. Although the old monk was a person who was able to abstain from eating, he was still tortured to the point that he did not look human. Perhaps because of the lack of water, the blood he spat out was black and extremely viscous. It was like the oil at the bottom of a stove that was used to seeing smoke and fire.
The old monk slowly sat up straight, ignoring the Haoran Sword style that was destroying all the vitality in his internal organs. He looked at Ning Que's face in front of him and slowly spread his hands on his knees, forming the famous Lotus Mudra.
Previously he was cut by the blade, and now he only had four fingers left on both of his hands. The white bones between the broken fingers were oozing with blood, looking extremely terrifying. However, as soon as the incomplete lotus seal appeared, a clear aura immediately enveloped his body. The gentle and compassionate feeling gradually spread out among the broken bones on the ground.
In the west, there was a lotus that fell into the world. It had 32 petals, and each petal was different. Each petal was a world.
Now, there were only four petals left. They belonged to the same world, yet it was peaceful because of this.
Since it could not jump out of the Three Realms, and since it was only in this mountain, then why did it have to create countless illusory worlds? If it wanted to surpass the Three Realms, why did it have to let the petals go with the wind? It would be more beautiful if it bloomed quietly in the mountain.
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Master Lotus quietly looked at Ning Que's eyes.
Then Ning Que heard his voice.
He was not controlled by Master Lotus's psyche power and was not forced to enter the world that was one foot in front of him. Instead, it was when two people's souls met in the psyche realm and they could feel each other's consciousness, or rather, their thoughts.
The moment they met, Ning Que could clearly tell that Master Lotus's heart was very calm. It was not joy, but a kind of enlightenment after a thorough understanding. This feeling even seemed to be a little intimate.
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Master Lotus's eyes were as warm as a spring lake as he quietly looked at Ning Que.
"What is it that I am pursuing? What is it that people of our generation are pursuing? Under the Heavenly Way, can there be a new world that is different from the past? I don't know, and I also don't know if Ke Haoran knew in the end. "
He looked at the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall, and a trace of a smile appeared on his pale old face.
"In the end, you still won. Your successor won. But can he obtain the final victory? The Devil's Doctrine was destroyed because of you and me. Will it be revived in his hands? My revenge against you will probably start like this, but I don't know how it will end. Or should this be the beginning of my revenge against Haotian? "
Then, Master Lotus retracted his gaze and continued to look at Ning Que's eyes.
Ning Que's mind buzzed. He felt that many things were transmitted from the old monk's crystal clear and calm gaze. Those things were not specific cultivation knowledge, nor were they images. They were just some vague feelings.
"You have already joined the Devil. If you want to cultivate the Devil's Doctrine, you must first cultivate Buddhism. Then, please walk bravely into the darkness. Although you do not have much chance of success and might die the moment you start on your journey, I still wish you well, and curse you. "
Master Lotus looked at him quietly as he said his last words in this world. He slowly closed his eyes and spread his hands on his knees, like a white lotus withering.
Ning Que held the hilt of his knife tightly and looked in front of him in confusion.
There seemed to be a slight sound as the wind blew past. The old monk's body that was hanging on the blade suddenly cracked like a weathered sand sculpture. It fell onto the messy bones on the ground and made a rustling sound.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, bones to bones.
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The young master of the Song Kingdom, Lian Sheng, came to this world with water lilies. When he was still an innocent baby, he had already joined the Devil's Doctrine. This was not something he could choose, because his family had always been a member of the Devil's Doctrine.
After marriage, his beloved wife discovered this secret and was killed by his father.
He built a hut beside the grave to guard it. Since they could not live together, he wanted to die together. Hence, he entered the grave late at night and prepared to die together. That night, it was raining and he meditated in front of the grave for half a night. Then, he put on his wet clothes and started to travel the world.
He left his family and cultivated all the way. He showed his wonderful state in the Lanke Temple and became famous.
He wanted to destroy the Devil's Doctrine. However, when the hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace invited him to join the Devil's Doctrine, he found himself close to the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine deep in the Wilderness. It was only then that he realized that he was born to be a person here. Not a temple, not a temple, not a Divine Hall, not a Wa Mountain, but a mountain abandoned by Haotian.
He still wanted to destroy the Devil's Doctrine that was rotten and smelled like the mud at the bottom of the lotus pond. However, he realized that after destruction, he should be reborn. Hence, he wanted to create a new Devil's Doctrine and then create a new world.
He had extraordinary talent and cultivated in Taoism, Buddhism and the Devil's Doctrine. He wanted to use the Devil to cover the sky and Taoism to obey the Heaven. Finally, he used Buddhism to reach the Nirvana Realm and jump out of the Three Realms. Only then could he erase the ruthless Heaven's Way of the old world and find something that he wanted to find through time.
For this, he did not hesitate to do evil. Gradually, he did not know what evil was. He did many earth-shattering things and made a name for himself. He killed thousands of people. Then, he met a man named Ke Haoran.
At that time, he had already arranged everything. He only needed to hide on the black jade throne in the Peach Mountain Divine Hall and wait patiently. He waited for Ke Haoran and the Headmaster of the Academy to die. Then, he would start to change the world.
However, one day, he saw a woman beside Ke Haoran. The woman had a pure and charming smile on her face. She looked very much like his former wife. He smiled warmly like a friend and started ahead of time.
He did not succeed.
He was imprisoned in the Netherworld for decades.
He waited for hope in desperation.
Then, the moment he saw hope, he died.
Only when he saw death did he realize that he did not care about anything.
Only then did he realize that he had been waiting for death.
That rainy night, he did not have the courage to dig up the tomb.
From then on, the world was a lonely tomb to him.
He was a gravedigger who had gone mad.
He was a person who had died long ago in the tomb.
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Ning Que stood on the spot with a dazed expression. The podao in his hand slowly fell.
Master Lotus died just like that. However, the fragments of consciousness that had been transmitted to his mind previously still existed.
Those feelings were complicated and even chaotic, just like Master Lotus.
The last sword style in the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall was still flowing into his body. Together with the aura of Heaven and Earth, it slowly changed his body. His tattered cotton-padded jacket revealed the grey-white cotton and trembled slightly.
Ning Que wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He supported himself with his podao and walked to the corner of the wall with difficulty. After confirming that Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu were only unconscious and not dead, he finally felt relieved.
According to his original way of doing things, he would definitely take the opportunity when the Tao Addict was unconscious to kill her directly. However, looking at the horrible bite marks on her body, he did not know why he did not do it.
Ning Que sat against the wall and looked down at his chest. He began to cough violently.
He felt the changes in his body and the consciousness that the old monk had passed to him. Fear and uneasiness gradually occupied his heart. If these things were known by others, what would the Headmaster of Academy and the Academy do? Once he lost his biggest support, how could he survive in the world that was filled with Haotian's Divine Light?
His body was on the verge of collapse due to the continuous heavy injuries. At this moment, he finally relaxed. The fear brought by his rationality and the intense pain from his injuries struck him, making him anxious and unable to calm down. He did not even have time to think about how to leave the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. He frowned in pain and did not know how to face the future of his life.
With a stomach full of doubts and fear, Ning Que leaned against the wall and fainted.
The Haoran sword style on the mottled stone wall floated down and indifferently surrounded his unconscious body. The speed at which the aura of Heaven and Earth poured into him became extremely slow, but it continued. It seemed that as long as he was alive, it would continue like this forever.
He joined the Devil in the depths of the mountain that was abandoned by Haotian.
At this moment, in the far north of the Wilderness, the Hot Sea gradually froze and entered a long night.
This time, when the night came, it seemed that it would never leave.
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