One talisman.
Two blades.
Hundreds of miles.
Three thousand Buddhas.
It could not even be called a Divine Talisman. It was a Heavenly Talisman.
There had never been such a powerful talisman in the human world. Master Yan Se didn't write it, neither did the Master of Calligraphy. It had never appeared in the past tens of thousands of years.
Ning Que was now at the Peak of Knowing Destiny State and a very powerful Divine Talisman Master. But he had not surpassed the Five States, so it was impossible for him to write this talisman.
But now Sangsang was in his body. Even if she was weak and about to die, a drop of Divine Power was like a sea to the human world. Because she was the sky.
Ning Que used the sea. He used the sky to command the world, so he could write this Heavenly Talisman. This was the real Oneness of Heaven and Man. Who could resist it?
Countless redwoods collapsed, and the forest was destroyed. Within hundreds of miles, only smoke and dust could be seen. Only the howling of eagles and beasts could be heard. The Light of Buddha was still shining, but the Buddhas were dead.
Ning Que looked into the distance. There was a golden shimmer on the edge of the dark sky. He knew there were still many Buddhas in this world. They were coming here, and he did not know when he would catch up with them.
He turned around and looked at the river in front of him.
The river was about a thousand feet wide. The water was gentle and clear. Except for some ripples near the shore, the rest of the water was as calm as a mirror. He could even see the stones and fish at the bottom of the river.
The river ran through the north and south of the chessboard world. No one could see the source or the end. If he wanted to go to the east, he had to cross the river.
Ning Que looked at the far east of the river and frowned slightly.
He walked to the redwood that fell on the sand by the river. He raised the iron cutlass and cut the huge trunk. Then he cleaned the trunk with the iron cutlass and carefully cut the other side of the trunk.
It did not take long for a wooden boat to take shape under the iron cutlass. But he did not stop. He kept cutting off the extra wood with the iron cutlass. He was very careful and patient. It seemed that he did not care at all. Countless Buddhas in the chessboard world were coming to the river.
The heavy iron cutlass became a small carving knife in his hand. It seemed that he was carving on the trunk of the redwood without missing any details. In the end, he even carved a flower on the side of the wooden boat.
He knew what he was doing. He was practicing.
The wooden boat was finally completed. It looked very exquisite. He even used an iron knife to carve two oars. The surface of the oars was very smooth and there was not even a single wooden splinter. Only now did he feel satisfied.
He put the iron cutlass back into the sheath with his trembling hand. He pushed the wooden boat into the river and climbed on. of the boat silently until he reached one-third of the river.
Buddha's chessboard world was full of Buddha's light and malice. Only when he came to the middle of the clear river did he feel a little safe and dare to untie Sangsang from his back.
He held Sangsang in his arms and put his hand under her nose. He found that she was not breathing, but he knew that she was not dead. This body could not breathe for a long time.
He knew King of Of Deep of Sof of Sea.. of Sses of Souls of Deep of Of of Sses, of Of of King, of of Spirits, he, a and, he, he, Sea, he.
He knew Sof Sof was not dead. Her consciousness or Divine Soul in his body had entered a very strange state. It was like a deep sleep, and he did not know when she would wake up.
Haotian's magic was something he could not understand. He was a little worried, but not too worried. That was why he was in the mood to pinch her nose.
This action was very intimate, a common action between young couples. However, he and Sof Sang were a bit different. When Sof Sang was awake, he did not dare to do this.
He had wanted to do all these things for a long time. He wanted to pinch her chubby cheeks, he wanted to pull her ears, he wanted to put his hands into her clothes for warmth and softness, he wanted to do all these intimate and wicked things.
Although he could not do those intimate and evil things, he could do other things. Thinking of this, he kept pinching Sof Sang's face. After pulling her ears, he even pushed her nose up, making her look like a cute little pig.
Ning Que looked at her face and sang with a smile, "Hey, pig …"
"I told you, I don't like being called a black pig." Sof Sang's voice suddenly sounded in his heart, "And if you dare to do these things to my body again, I will kill you."
Ning Que was shocked. Looking at her face in his arms, he asked uneasily, "Are you awake?"
Sof Sang said, "I was not asleep … Do you want me to never wake up? That way, you can humiliate my body as you please and marry her. "
Sof Sang, lying in Ning Que's arms, closed her eyes and motionless lips, like a sleeping god. But she was talking, which made him feel a little strange and difficult to adapt to.
Hearing her words, he was a little annoyed and said, "What time is it? You only remember to be angry because of jealousy. The more you act like this, the more deeply you will be poisoned. When you really die, I will find her!"
Sof Sang said, "You go. If you don't go, you are my grandson."
Ning Que felt that she was like an unreasonable child, so he did not want to continue arguing with her. He asked, "What is going on now? Where are you? "
Sof Sang said, "I am in your body."
Ning Que asked, "Where in my body? In my sense of perception? "
Sof Sang said, "I will be wherever you want me to be."
Ning Que thought for a while and said seriously, "I have always kept you in my heart. Of course, you should be in my heart."
Sof Sang was silent for a while and said, "I am in your heart."
Ning Que laughed and said, "It sounds like you are shy."
Sof Sang said, "I am not a human being. How can I have such humble feelings?"
Ning Que said, "Let me teach you. You were shy just now."
Sof Sang said, "Boring."
Ning Que didn't have to worry about her being killed by the Buddha's Light. He felt relaxed and happy. When he was about to quarrel with her again, he suddenly thought of something and complained, "Since you can leave the divine body, why didn't you do so earlier? Why were you hurt so badly by the Buddha's Light? "
Sof Sang and him were born together, so they could be one.
But she was Haotian after all. When Ning Que took the Hierarch's Tianqi at the Rite to Light in Peach Mountain, she only gave him a bit of Divine Power and he was bleeding everywhere. If she entered his body when she was at her peak, he would be dead. But now she was very weak, so she could use this method.
Sof Sang didn't answer his question because she was annoyed. More importantly, there was a more important reason why she didn't enter his body.
If she entered his body, her body and mind would become one. The bond between them would be so strong that it would be indescribable. It would be extremely difficult for her to leave in the future.
Her silence made Ning Que feel a little puzzled and a little uneasy. He thought about it but couldn't figure it out. He smiled and reached out to pat her face gently. Then he picked up the oars and continued rowing.
The wooden boat slowly moved to the other side of the river. Just when the bow of the boat had just crossed the invisible line in the middle of the river, a large black cloud suddenly floated over from the eastern field on the other side of the river.
The black cloud floated to the top of the river and stopped. The moisture contained in the cloud turned into rain and fell down. For a moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind and rain raged.
The heavy rain hit his body and face, making him feel hot and painful. Sof Sang, who was lying in the boat, made splashing sounds. He knew that her divine body should be fine, but he still felt sorry for her when he saw this scene. He untied the big black umbrella and held it above Sof Sang, thinking that at least he had to protect her beautiful face.
Well, there was a flower carved on the side of the boat. Sof Sang's face was so ordinary that she was not as beautiful as a flower. Ning Que smiled and thought to himself. He waved the oars hard, making the wooden boat shoot through the wind and rain like an arrow.
The trunk of the redwood tree was very wide and thick, and the wooden boat was very large and sturdy. No matter how wild the rain was, it was impossible for the boat to be filled with water in a short period of time. He was not worried, but what happened next made him frown slowly, and his expression gradually became solemn and vigilant.
The heavy rain fell into the clear river, making countless splashes. The river gradually became muddy. It should be normal for the mountain torrents upstream to enter the river, or the rain was too strong and stirred up the mud at the bottom of the river. But it was not normal for the river to become muddy so quickly, and its color became as black as ink in an instant.
The clouds in the sky were very dark, and so was the falling rain. It was as black as ink, and the river had also turned into ink. It began to emit a faint ink smell, and then various kinds of stinky odors. It was very strange.
Without any hesitation, Ning Que reached out to close the big black umbrella and put Sof Sang's body on his back again. He carefully tied her up with a rope, and then pulled out the iron cutlass with his trembling hand, aiming at the river.
Previously on the shore, when he finished building the boat, his hand was also slightly trembling when he put away the cutlass. At this time, he pulled out the cutlass, because he was very tired. He had not slept since Sof Sang began to have nightmares.
Suddenly, the wooden boat slowly sank into the river.
Ning Que looked inside the boat and saw no leakage, so the enemy must be in the river.
The river was very clear, and the stones at the bottom of the river could be seen from the shore. But now, the river had become extremely dark. Even with Ning Que's eyesight, he could not see the movement one foot under the water.
The river was very strange, and even his Psyche Power perception seemed to be blocked. The wooden boat continued to sink into the river, but he did not even find the enemy. Then how could he deal with the enemy?
Ning Que knew that he had to leave.
He stepped on the bottom of the boat, and the speed of the boat's sinking suddenly increased. His body had already risen into the air, and the next moment, he was ready to rush forward diagonally.
There was still a distance of four thousand feet from the shore. With his current state, it was difficult for him to rush so far in such a violent storm, but he wanted to try.
Even if he would eventually fall into the water, as long as he could get closer to the shore, it would be easier to get rid of this strange river. Moreover, he reacted so quickly that it should be beyond the enemy's imagination, and disrupted their deployment. However, he did not expect that the enemy's reaction was beyond his imagination.
The surface of the river was hit by the storm, and there were splashes everywhere. Just at the moment when Ning Que just jumped up, a splash suddenly burst, and a white shadow pierced through the wind and rain like a ghost, and wrapped around his ankle.
A huge force came from his ankle, but Ning Que did not even look down. His wrist slightly shook, and a knife light flashed in the wind and rain, as bright as lightning.
The white shadow suddenly broke, but then dozens of white shadows came out of the river like ghosts, entangled his whole body, and dozens of horrible forces dragged him down!
The knife light was like lightning, illuminating the gloomy river surface. Dozens of white shadows were broken in front of the iron knife, but his forward momentum was also stopped, and he had to fall back on the boat.
Ning Que seemed to deal with it easily, but his heart was a little heavy. He did not understand what those dozens of white shadows were, and how could they bear such a strong force and forcibly pull him back.
There was a cracking sound at his feet, and he looked down, only to find that the dozens of white shadows were whips, all made of white bones. What was more chilling was that those white bones were all human bones.
These white bone whips seemed to be alive, and after being cut, they kept twisting and struggling, slapping the hull, making deep marks on the hard redwood, and finally collapsed into broken bones.
At this moment, the wooden boat finally sank into the river.
At the moment when the river was broken, the waves slightly rolled, and the dark water became a little clearer. Ning Que finally saw clearly that there were countless hands around the boat.
Those hands grabbed the bottom of the wooden boat, and kept pulling down, so that the wooden boat would sink. The wooden boat was made of hard redwood, smooth and hard. How could those hands hold the boat so tightly?
Those hands were as white as jade, but they were not beautiful. Like the white bone whips before, these hands had no flesh, only white bones, and their sharp bone fingers were deeply wedged in the boat's wall.
Countless pairs of bone hands dragged the wooden boat, Ning Que on the boat, and Sangsang on Ning Que's back into the depths of the dark river, as if they were going to drag them into hell.
The river was dark, and he could not see or hear anything except for countless pairs of pale white bone hands. The surrounding darkness was deathly silent, which was extremely strange and terrifying.
"Help me," Ning Que said in his heart.
Sangsang heard his voice, and the next moment, his eyes became extremely bright, as if stars were exploding in them, and the infinite light was enshrouded in the purest Haotian Divine Light.
Now, she was his eyes, and there was divine power in his eyes. Before his eyes, the dark river suddenly lightened and became clear, and his blocked vision was restored.
Ning Que saw the owners of those bone hands, those pale white skeletons.
In the river around the sunken boat, there were tens of thousands of skeletons floating around, densely surrounding the boat.
These skeletons had lived at the bottom of the river for many years. Some of the skeletons' bones had turned yellow, floating in the water, and were sometimes broken by the current. Some skeletons' skulls were missing a big hole, and black fish were swimming in it. These skeletons looked at the sunken boat, and their black hole-like eye sockets were full of greed.
Ning Que's hearing had also recovered. He heard the rapid undercurrent, the mournful cries of ghosts from the depths of the dark river, and the cheerful laughter of tens of thousands of skeletons.
The laughter was so cheerful, but why did it sound so desperate?
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