There were tens of thousands of desperate skeletons in the dark river, giggling. Anyone who saw this scene would feel horrified, but Ning Que's expression did not change at all.
The river around the sunken ship gradually cleared. Haotian's Divine Light shone out of his eyes, illuminating the surroundings. Thousands of skeletons floating in the river looked at the light and somehow seemed a little dull.
These skeletons had not seen the light for tens of thousands of years. They felt strange, but yearned for it. Then, in the depths of their consciousness, they gave birth to endless fear.
The skeletons around the sunken ship suddenly peeled off, like weathered stones being washed away by the water. The remaining skeletons on the ship wall also instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.
The skeletons finally came to their senses, screaming and fleeing into the dark river around them. Some skeletons covered their ears, not wanting to hear the screams of their companions. Some skeletons held their heads, as if they felt safer. However, no matter in the world of Haotian or the world of Buddha, who could run faster than light?
Ning Que stood on the sunken ship and looked around. Haotian's Divine Light shone brightly in the dark and gloomy river bottom. Countless skeletons were purified in the screams and turned into black smoke.
The black smoke did not disperse, but surged toward the sunken ship. In a very short time, it soaked the river even darker, as if it were solid, and tightly surrounded him in it.
Ning Que's iron cutlass chopped forward, but he could not cut through the black smoke. The feeling from the edge of the cutlass was very strange. It was a little slippery and extremely thick, like some kind of leather or internal organs.
Along with this strange feeling from the cutlass, there was also an extremely wild and strong desire. The desire was very pure, and there was nothing but greedy desire.
Ning Que felt a little stuffy in his chest. Thinking of the greedy look in the eye sockets of tens of thousands of skeletons, he was a little vigilant. He mobilized his Psyche Power, trying to force this desire out of his body.
Thinking was also desire. When that desire met his strong Psyche Power, it was like fire meeting oil. It suddenly increased by countless times and burned fiercely, invading his consciousness.
Ning Que's heart was instantly paralyzed, and his face turned pale. He did not understand what had happened. Even if he could not force this desire out, why did this happen?
"The black smoke is a devil." Sangsang said in his heart.
Ning Que still did not understand why these demons were formless.
"The devil of Buddhism is the devil of the heart … The poison of greed, anger, and delusion is also of the same category, but it is purer. It is in the heart and not in the body. I am in your heart, so your heart is poisoned."
Sangsang said, "The Devil of the Heart entered the body, so the poison naturally broke out."
The desire from the black smoke gradually penetrated deep and Ning Que's heartbeat became chaotic. The three poisons of greed, aversion and obsession brought by Sangsang finally broke out.
Ning Que was in so much pain that he spat a mouthful of blood into the black smoke in front of him.
With a sizzling sound, the black smoke was burned by an invisible flame, twisting and twisting like a dark cloud in the wind. It seemed to be in extreme pain, and there was a faint feeling of pain coming from the depths.
At this moment, Sangsang was helping him. His body was filled with Haotian's Divine Light, and so was his blood. It was filled with the power of holy light. After his blood entered the black smoke, it began to be purified.
Ning Que knew what to do. He raised the iron cutlass and cut his palm hard. His Great Spirit had almost reached the advanced level, and his body was as hard as a rock. But this was his own intention. His iron cutlass was cold and ruthless, but it still cut his palm. Blood gradually seeped out and stained the black iron cutlass.
He raised his head and held the cutlass tightly with his left hand, stabbing at the thick black smoke in front of him. The feeling from the cutlass was still tough and sticky, but as the blood on the cutlass seeped into the black smoke, the feeling gradually faded, and the cutlass gradually penetrated one foot into the black smoke.
Ning Que's Great Spirit rose, and his right hand hit the cutlass heavily like an iron hammer. The two powerful forces overlapped, like the waves on the river. With a puff, the iron cutlass completely sank into the black smoke.
Countless Haotian's Divine Light spurted out from the iron cutlass, and the black smoke kept struggling, as if its internal organs were wriggling. It looked a little disgusting and a little scary.
There was a strong burning smell in the black smoke. Light shone from the cutlass, and then spread around at a speed visible to the naked eye, illuminating the bottom of the river and revealing the true appearance of the Devil inside.
The Devil of the Heart was an illusory thing. It was shapeless and had no body. It was just the black smoke. But in the black smoke that hung at the bottom of the river like a curtain, there were countless wronged souls and desires. Ning Que even saw his own face in it.
He was very clear that if he continued to fight with the Devil inside like this, he would eventually enter a battle at the level of consciousness. If it was in the past, he would naturally not be afraid. But now Sangsang was in his heart, and he was also infected with the three poisons of greed, anger and obsession. He absolutely refused to let the Devil inside his body, which was too dangerous.
Haotian's Divine Light continued to burn as if it was endless. The iron cutlass in the black smoke loosened a little. Ning Que stood at the bow of the sunken ship, poured the Great Spirit into his arms, and pulled hard!
There was a loud crashing sound. It was not the sound of water, because this was the bottom of the river, not the surface of the river. No matter how big the waves were, they would not make such a sound. It was the sound of the black smoke being cut. Thousands of ghosts and ghosts, and more than a dozen sticky things formed by desires, gushed out from the cut made by the iron cutlass.
Ning Que pretended not to see this disgusting and strange scene. He lowered his head and continued to move his wrist. The iron cutlass kept moving in the black smoke, and in an instant, it was cut into countless pieces.
The black curtain was broken, and the original body of the Devil inside was destroyed. Just like the fish was broken, countless ghosts and sticky things formed by desires gushed out from the fish, like water gushing out from the fish, and gushed toward the sunken ship.
Those sticky things formed by desires could not travel far after losing the devil's body, and slowly sank to the bottom of the river. Those ghosts and ghosts, which were weightless, drifted along the current to the sunken ship.
Countless ghosts and ghosts avoided the iron cutlass that was burning with Divine Light and climbed onto Ning Que's clothes. They began to desperately drill into his body, and kept making joyful cries. Their cries were weak and thin, like mosquitoes.
Many ghosts and ghosts fell on the sunken ship and crawled toward Sangsang's divine body. They felt that this body was more delicious and stronger, and so they cried even more joyfully. However, when these ghosts and ghosts really climbed onto Sangsang's divine body, their joyful cries quickly turned into screams of horror, and the next moment, they were purified into nothingness.
Ning Que's eyes were like stars, and he could see everything clearly. He could feel the coldness coming from his skin. He could feel the extreme coldness brought by countless ghosts, as well as the hatred and unwillingness. It was very similar to the array intent of the Secluded Pavilion that he had felt on the precipice of Peach Mountain.
With Sangsang's help, his body now had endless Haotian's Divine Light, but he could not purify these ghosts and ghosts with his Congenital power like Sangsang's divine body could.
Logically speaking, he should have forced out the Haotian Divine Light in his body and directly burned these ghosts and ghosts to death. However, thinking that Sangsang was deeply poisoned, and the battle after seeing Buddha was the most important thing, he wanted to save some energy, so he did nothing and let countless ghosts and ghosts climb onto his body.
In a very short time, the sunken ship was occupied by countless ghosts and ghosts. The middle part of the ship where Sangsang's body was was very clean, while the bow of the ship was much more lively and terrifying. Thousands of ghosts and ghosts had squeezed into a huge black ball, like a school of fish at the bottom of the sea, and Ning Que was in the deepest part.
He looked through the ghosts in front of him and saw a ghost desperately drilling into his shoe. He lifted his knee and then fell down, trampling the ghost into several soul threads.
As he moved, the resentful souls and imps attached to the surface of his body floated like seaweed, but none of them fell. Those ghosts greedily tore at his clothes, gnawed at his skin, and sent countless resentful thoughts into his body, wanting to drill into his flesh and soul.
For cultivators, this situation was very terrible, but Ning Que was very calm. He had experienced this feeling, or rather, the pain. He knew that as long as he was calm, there would be no danger.
Since he was a child, he had walked between life and death and suffered all kinds of suffering in the world. Later, he entered the Academy to cultivate the Peerless Dharma, faced the wall in the Xuankong Temple, and cultivated Buddhism in the world of the chessboard for countless years. When it came to calmness, how many people in the world could surpass him?
Ning Que did not move, and the ghosts and ghosts in the river kept pouncing on the sunken ship. The soul mass became bigger and bigger, and was about to touch the water. He closed his eyes in the soul mass, waiting for the moment to come.
After a while, most of the vengeful spirits and imps in the river came to the sunken ship and surrounded him. They kept humming complacently. Occasionally, a few imps floated outside, looking very anxious.
"Little ghosts, don't be too naughty," Ning Que thought.
With a slight change of his thoughts, an extremely bright red color appeared at the bottom of the dark river. Accompanied by an extremely violent whistling sound, the dark red Vermillion Bird flew away from the iron blade and danced around his body at a high speed.
Wherever the Vermilion Bird's wings passed, the river water evaporated into bubbles and blazing fire spurted out. The ghosts and ghosts around Ning Que had no time to escape, and they all turned into smoke with a sad cry!
In an instant, the bow of the ship became very clear. There was only the clear river water around Ning Que. Where were the ghosts and ghosts and the cold and resentful psyche?
More than a dozen ghosts and ghosts did not squeeze into the ship. They were a little unwilling, but they did not expect the situation to change so dramatically. They desperately fled to the darkness of the river, screaming in horror.
How could the Vermilion Bird let these evil things escape? With a fierce whistle, it flapped its wings and flew again, chasing those ghosts and ghosts. With a light flap of its wings, those ghosts and ghosts turned into smoke.
However, when the Vermilion Bird was proud and ready to fly back to the sunken ship, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the dark river. It stretched out like lightning and tied up the Vermilion Bird!
The Vermilion Bird screamed angrily and kept flapping its wings, but it could not move at all!
Looking at this scene, Ning Que was slightly shocked.
He was very clear that as the killing talisman of the God-stunning Array, the Vermilion Bird's strength was close to the peak of Knowing Destiny State. The white shadow could easily suppress it, so it must have the strength above the Five States!
What was that white shadow? Ning Que felt that it was a little familiar. He took a closer look and found that it was indeed a White Bone Whip, but it was many times thicker than the ones on the river.
At this moment, the White Bone Whip slowly moved out of the dark river.
The Vermilion Bird was tied up by the White Bone Whip and could not escape. It was very miserable.
Ning Que looked at the White Bone Whip that was gradually moving out of the dark water, and his expression became more and more solemn. When he saw the huge figure behind the White Bone Whip, he was even more shocked and speechless.
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(Yesterday's chapter name was not very suitable, so I did not use it. I directly used the new chapter name. I will try to finish the next chapter before 12: 30.) (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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