After hearing these words, Ning Que's face showed no expression.
Long Qing could not help but feel a little disappointed.
But at this moment, unexpectedly, Ning Que suddenly bounced off the wall of the carriage. He pulled out a sharp sword from nowhere with his right hand and stabbed Long Qing's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake.
This sword had been hidden in the black carriage.
He used this period of breathing to accumulate the last bit of strength to fight for this opportunity.
This opportunity could not be missed.
So he used Liu Bai's sword style.
He stabbed Long Qing's lower abdomen, or more precisely, he stabbed Long Qing's spleen.
Because he knew there was a hole in Long Qing's chest.
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The corpse of a fallen knight swept across and smashed onto Ning Que's sword. Then, it fell onto Ning Que's body. Then, the heavy maple trunk and the wind and rain all turned into violent attacks that came one after another.
Ning Que was already exhausted and could even be said to be a lamp without oil. How could he withstand such violent attacks? His sword momentum suddenly collapsed, his bones were broken, and he was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
"I know very well what kind of person you are. You are like a cockroach. It is not easy to kill you. Even if you are going to die, you will be ready to bite someone in the end."
Long Qing walked in front of him and looked down at him quietly. He said, "But I deliberately left this opportunity for you, because I want you to have a taste of hope, only to find that it is just a bubble."
"Hope, disappointment, despair, and then hope, disappointment, and despair again. These years, thanks to you, I have spent in this endless cycle of pain. Today, I give it back to you."
Ning Que was covered with blood and sat by the carriage.
"I have been observing your performance in the battle just now. Your strength is amazing, your speed is amazing, and the strength of your body is also amazing. Then there is only one possibility. You have already joined the Devil."
Long Qing's eyes were jumping with excitement. He said, "Ning Que, you really did not let me down. You have obtained too many things in your life, including the Academy, the Devil's Doctrine, and even Liu Bai's aura of Talisman Taoism. Although I have sucked Master Zhang's aura, it is not as delicious as Uncle Yan Se's."
Ning Que looked at him and said tiredly, "Is it really so fun to be a lunatic?"
Long Qing didn't listen to what he was saying at all. His eyes were bright, and he said excitedly in a trembling voice, "If I devour you and your little handmaiden full of Divine Light, how powerful will I be? Is it possible for me to directly enter the Peak of Knowing Destiny, or even cross the boundary between Heaven and Man? "
"Although you don't look very beautiful right now, you shouldn't think too much about it."
Ning Que did not even have the strength to lift a finger, but he did not forget to mock him.
Hearing this, Long Qing naturally thought of the banquet in Chang 'an City. He remembered that it was the first time he was humiliated by this person. His cold Taoist Heart was somewhat broken. He took a deep breath to calm down and said, "When you were lucky enough to learn so many unique skills, did you ever think that you would eventually dedicate them to me?"
After saying this, his bright eyes gradually dimmed.
The black and white lines gradually disappeared, turning into a thick gray, gloomy like rain clouds.
Looking at the strange changes in Long Qing's eyes, Ning Que knew that the final moment was coming.
He thought that he had been cultivating hard all his life, but this lunatic died. He couldn't help but feel unwilling. He and Sangsang had rolled in bed for a lifetime, but they had never really been intimate. He couldn't help but feel unwilling. He thought of the bitterness in his previous life, and also in this life. He finally got rich, but he couldn't enjoy it. He couldn't help but feel unwilling.
In short, no one could really be willing in the face of death.
Especially in this horrible way of death.
Ning Que looked at Long Qing's gray eyes and felt the aura of nirvanic greed. It entered his sense of perception from Long Qing's eyes and said, "Even if I become a ghost, I will f * ck the Flower Addict."
After saying this, he tiredly leaned against the wheel, no longer caring about what would happen next.
At this time, Sangsang was in the carriage.
She was only half a step away from him.
He hoped that if there was a next life, he could only be half a step away from her from the moment he was born.
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Nirvanic was the meaning, and greed was the essence. After the aura from Gray Eye entered Ning Que's sense of perception, it found that the originally stored strong Psyche Power had been exhausted, and it couldn't help but feel sorry.
Then, the aura dived into the depths of Ning Que's sense of perception from the inside out, trying to plunder the remaining Psyche Power in the deepest part of his spiritual world, as well as the more precious fighting experience, fragments of consciousness, and the wisdom inherited from predecessors. All of these were the essence of the state of cultivation.
After Long Qing learned the Gray Eye skill from the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane, he had tried it many times. Whether it was Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain or those masters of the Martial Arts Sect, they all became withered corpses under his Gray Eye skill. He was already very familiar with how to suck the opponent's state of cultivation.
However, today's situation was a bit strange.
When the aura of nirvanic greed sank into the deepest part of Ning Que's sense of perception, it didn't know what it touched, but it actually gave birth to the emotion of fear like a living creature. It screamed silently and wanted to escape!
Because it faintly sensed that there were some things there that it couldn't touch!
However, it was too late.
In the deepest part of Ning Que's black spiritual sea, several fragments sensed the aura of the Gray Eye skill. They seemed to be stimulated and began to shine with a dim light. Then the light emitted by these fragments became brighter and brighter, and more and more fragments began to shine in the depths of the sea.
They looked like beautiful pearls.
At the bottom of the sea, there was a sea of pearls.
Every pearl was a fragment of consciousness.
Some fragments of consciousness came from the sword marks on the stone walls of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. They belonged to the Youngest Uncle of the Academy. They were fearless, powerful, and extremely proud. How could they be tempted by evil things?
What scared the aura of nirvanic extinction most was the most numerous fragments of consciousness in Ning Que's spirit sea. Although it could suck everything greedily, the consciousness on those fragments seemed to be greedier and hungrier than it!
These fragments of consciousness came from Master Lotus.
They were the wisdom and everything that Master Lotus left in this world.
And among them was Tao Tie.
The real Practice of Tao Tie!
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The Gray Eye skill originated from Tao Tie. After being modified by the predecessors of Taoism, it was not as bloody as before. However, it was far less powerful than Tao Tie. In other words, the Practice of Tao Tie was the real ancestor of the Gray Eye.
When the Gray Eye met Tao Tie, it was like a shark meeting a killer whale. They were both extremely greedy and bloodthirsty existences. They could never coexist. Tao Tie was a very strange existence. Only by catching its own kind as food could it really wake up. Therefore, it was even more powerful, greedy, and bloodthirsty!
At the bottom of Ning Que's black spiritual sea, countless fragments of consciousness lit up one by one, as if they were secretly in accordance with some mysterious rhythm. It was also like some kind of breathing. Between inhaling and exhaling, it produced an extremely terrifying sucking power.
The aura of nirvanic extinction from Long Qing could only let out a silent cry before it was captured by the fragments of consciousness left by Master Lotus and then directly swallowed.
The aura that had been sleeping in those fragments of consciousness for several years was thus awakened.
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The autumn rain continued. The fire in the Red Lotus Temple had long been extinguished, and the whole world was dark.
Around the black horse carriage, there was dead silence. The fallen knights who were still alive sat up with difficulty, but could not walk for a while. They looked over there with mixed feelings.
At this moment, Ning Que suddenly opened his eyes.
But this pair of eyes did not look like his eyes at all.
The expression in this pair of eyes was very calm, but also very complicated. It seemed to be as merciful as the Buddha, but also as cold as the devil. It was extremely vicissitudes, and no one knew how much wisdom and life experience it contained.
This pair of eyes quietly looked at Long Qing, revealing a slightly mocking expression.
Long Qing had already felt strange. Not only did he not suck down Ning Que's cultivation state, but his Gray Eye seemed to have been seriously damaged.
When he saw Ning Que's vicissitudes of life, he was even more frightened and speechless.
That was the fear of the unknown. It was the fear of things getting out of control.
The mockery in Ning Que's eyes grew stronger and stronger.
Long Qing's body became colder and colder.
Ning Que suddenly reached out his hands and held Long Qing's shoulders tightly.
Then he lowered his head and bit Long Qing's neck!
Long Qing let out a shrill scream.
On the grass beside the horse carriage, the fallen knights were terrified and did not know what had happened.
Ning Que did not feel anything. He just lowered his head and bit Long Qing's neck fiercely.
He used his teeth to cut Long Qing's skin and muscles with difficulty. The moment he tasted the sweet blood, he began to suck desperately. His cheeks kept bulging and falling, sucking greedily.
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Ning Que was in a trance at this time, and did not know what he was doing.
He just felt extremely thirsty and wanted to drink water.
When he came into contact with the liquid, he kept sucking it.
Vaguely, he suddenly felt that he was not drinking water at this time, because there were many complex tastes in this warm liquid. Some taste good, and some taste bad.
Logically, he should not know where the taste came from, but this information automatically appeared in his sense of perception.
There was the smell of the Elder of Martial Arts, the smell of Celestial Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and an extremely domineering smell, which seemed to come from a Taoist surnamed He. As for the freshest and most comfortable smell, it was recorded in the depths of his sense of perception, so he knew that it was the smell of the Heavenly Power Pill.
Ning Que gradually woke up.
The fragments of consciousness left by Master Lotus in his sense of perception began to show the details of the Practice of Taotie.
Ning Que instinctively resisted the aura revealed in this skill, but his survival instinct and the desire to drink water when he was hungry and thirsty made him naturally learn it.
An extremely cold, powerful, and greedy aura gradually shrouded his body.
At the same time, it also shrouded Long Qing's body.
Zi Mo forced his body up and wanted to walk to the side of the black horse carriage. However, feeling the cold aura coming from there, he was so afraid that he could not move.
Under the tree on the cliff, he used to think that the Priest he saw was the legendary Taotie.
Tonight, in front of the broken temple, looking at Ning Que who was emitting a cold and powerful aura, he then understood that the monsters that walked in the Dark Underworld should look like this.
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Ning Que was completely awake, and his eyes had also returned to normal.
He slowly moved away from Long Qing's bloody neck and looked at Long Qing, who was pale and extremely frightened. He smiled with some difficulty. His smile looked a little lonely, but at this time, the corner of his mouth was still dripping with Long Qing's blood. Therefore, in Long Qing's eyes, this smile was even more terrifying than the devil.
"Eating people … such a simple thing is actually not difficult to learn."
Ning Que held Long Qing's shoulders tightly. He thought of the despair at the moment before he died and thought of this person saying that he wanted to eat Sangsang. The loneliness in his smile turned into calmness, and he said lightly, "When you were lucky enough to learn so many unique skills, did you ever think that you would eventually give them to me?"
This was what Long Qing said before he was about to devour his cultivation state.
At this time, Ning Que returned the words to him.
The twists of fate always came so abruptly that it exceeded everyone's imagination.
Who could know what their true fate was?
Long Qing used to think that he knew, but now he found that he knew nothing. His eyes were full of fear.
He felt that Ning Que's aura was faintly restraining him. For the first time, he felt that Ning Que was so terrifying. That fear even overcame his reason, and made him desperately want to escape.
Long Qing screamed painfully, and forced out the already damaged peach blossom.
Then, without hesitation, he used the majestic Psyche Power of the Halfman Taoist in his body to directly explode the peach blossom!
The black peach blossom was crushed into the finest powder.
The terrible shock wave directly shook Ning Que and Long Qing away.
Ning Que's body directly broke the carriage wheel.
And Long Qing was even more miserable, lying on the ground with blood all over his body.
The autumn rain was still falling.
The black peach blossom turned into black rain.
The blood turned into a blood mist.
It spread around the ruins of the ruined temple.
Long Qing looked at Ning Que with hatred and unwillingness, and roared with a trembling voice, "Kill him!"
After saying this, he fainted.
The fallen knight was extremely loyal to Long Qing. Even if he was severely injured, when he heard this, he crawled to the black carriage, even if he had to use his hands.
At this time, Ning Que was digesting a large amount of aura that he had just swallowed, and could not move.
Whether it was part of the cultivation of the Halfman Taoist or the efficacy of the Heavenly Power Pill, they all needed time.
He leaned against the broken carriage wheel, and closed his eyes.
It seemed that the fallen knights really had a chance.
However, at this moment, a violent neigh suddenly sounded outside the quiet Red Lotus Temple!
The Big Black Horse was like a black lightning, passing through the autumn rain. It raised its front hooves and directly crushed the chest of the fallen knight who was closest to Ning Que!
Zi Mo's face was pale. He never thought that even a beast from the Academy could be so terrifying!
He groaned in pain, and his chest suddenly sank. He used the secret method of the West-Hill Divine Palace to start burning his life, and used the fastest speed to regain abundant strength.
He roared and punched the Big Black Horse's head. His fist was like the wind.
The Big Black Horse neighed wildly, and collided with it without fear.
There was a heavy muffled sound.
The Big Black Horse's front hooves were slightly bent, and it panted in pain.
It was not an old yellow bull, and after all, it was no match for a powerhouse at the peak of Seethrough who was burning his life.
At this moment, Zi Mo noticed that Ning Que's eyelids were slightly trembling, and he could not help but feel cold. He guessed that Ning Que might be waking up, so he roared, "Put away the horse, and retreat with His Excellency!"
Ning Que opened his eyes, and saw several black cavalrymen going down the mountain in the autumn rain.
The most powerful fallen commander was right in front of him.
Ning Que stood up and asked, "You want to stop me?"
Zi Mo said, "Even though I can only live for three more months, I can still stop you now."
Ning Que said, "You are no match for me."
Zi Mo said, "I want to try."
Ning Que looked at the smoke in the rain, and there was no emotion on his face. He casually waved his hand to hit back, and broke a hole in the black horse carriage. Then he reached out and took out the iron bow.
Zi Mo frowned slightly, and said, "You have no more arrows."
Ning Que looked at the unconscious Sangsang through the hole, and then looked at the injured Big Black Horse.
He directly pulled the iron bow.
There was no arrow on the string, and it was an empty bullet.
The bowstring clanked, and the sound seemed to split the clouds.
There was a very deep blood line on Zi Mo's chest.
He looked down at his chest in bewilderment.
Ning Que pulled the bow again, and the string sounded again.
Every time the string moved, the impatience in his heart seemed to fade a little.
So he continuously pulled the bow dozens of times.
More than a hundred feet away, there were dozens of blood lines on Zi Mo's body. It collapsed like a sand mountain, and blood and flesh splashed everywhere.
Ning Que put the iron bow behind his back.
He stood in the cold autumn rain, deep in thought.
From this moment on, he entered the Knowing Destiny State, and could be said to be a real Taoist.
But it was different from the previous two breakthroughs.
This time, he did not feel happy, but only tired.
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