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The river around the shipwreck gradually cleared, and Haotian Shenhui came out of his eyes to illuminate the thousands of skeletons floating in the river. Looking at this bright light, somehow it seemed dull.

These skeletons have not seen the light for thousands of years, they feel very strange, but they are very yearning, and then deep in their consciousness, they have endless fears.

The bones and hands around the shipwreck suddenly flake off, like weathered stones, washed away by the flow of water, and the bone fingers remaining on the ship's wall instantly dissipated into blue smoke.

The skeletons finally woke up and screamed and ran away into the dark water around them. Some skeletons covered their ears and did not want to hear the sound of their companions. Some skeletons hugged their heads. Whether it is the world of Haotian or the world of Buddha, who can run faster than light?

Ning Que stood on the shipwreck and looked around. Haotian Shenhui was shining brightly on the bottom of the dark river. Numerous skeletons were purified in screams and turned into black smoke.

The black smoke did not disperse, but poured towards the shipwreck. In a short time, the river was soaked darker, like substance, and surrounded him tightly.

Ning Que iron knife cut forward, but failed to cut the black smoke. The feeling of passing back the blade was very weird, some greasy, and very thick, as if it were some kind of leather, and it was like internal organs.

With this strange feeling back to his body from the knife body, there is a very mad and thick yù thought, the yù thought is very pure, except for the greedy yù hope nothing.

Ning Que ’s chest was dull, remembering the greedy expression in the eyes of the tens of thousands of skeletons he had seen before.

Thinking is also yù hope, that yù nian meets his strong mind, like a fire meets oil. Suddenly increased numerous times, burning, invading his consciousness.

Ning Que's heart was instantly paralyzed and her face pale. He didn't understand what was going on, even if he couldn't force this idea out, why did this happen.

"The black smoke is the devil." Sang Sang said in his heart.

Ning Que is still puzzled, why these demons are invisible and immaterial.

"The devil of the Buddha is the heart demon ... The poison of greed and infatuation is also a genus. It is just more pure, not in the heart, I am in your heart, and your heart is poisoned."

Sang Sang said: "The heart is disturbed and naturally poisoned."

The yù idea from the black smoke gradually deepened, and Ning Que's heart beat became chaotic. The three poisons brought by Sang Sang finally broke out.

Puff, Ning lacks pain and spit blood into the black smoke in front of her.

I only heard the noise, the black smoke was burned by an invisible flame, and it was twisted like a black cloud in the wind. It seemed extremely painful, and there was a painful idea in the depths.

Sang Sang is helping him at this time, his body is full of Haotian Shenhui, and the same is true in his blood. Filled with holy and glorious power, after blood enters the black smoke, it naturally begins to purify.

Ning Que understood what he should do, lifted his iron knife and slashed hard in his palm. He was almost alive with anger, and his body was hard and rocky, but this was his own intention. He still cut a palm of his hand. The blood gradually oozed out, coated with a dark iron knife.

He looked up. Hold the knife handle in the left hand and pierce the thick black smoke forward, the feeling of the blade is still so tough and sticky, but as the blood on the blade is stained into the black smoke, the feeling gradually fades, the blade Also gradually deepened, until entering a black smoke.

Ning Que was very angry, his right hand hit the knife handle like a hammer, and two powerful forces were superimposed back and forth, like the waves of the river, only to hear a pop, the iron knife did not enter the black smoke at all .

Countless Haotian Shenhui spewed out from the iron knife, and the black smoke was struggling constantly, like the internal organs were creeping, looking a little sick and a little scary.

There was a strong scorched smell in the black smoke, and the light was sent to the blade, and then spread to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, illuminating the bottom of the river, and also reflecting the original face of the demons.

The devil is a virtual thing, invisible and invisible, which is black smoke, but it falls like a curtain in the black smoke at the bottom of the river. There are countless injustices, countless yù thoughts, Ning Que even saw his face in it.

He knows very well that if he continues to hold on with the heart demons, he will eventually enter a conscious level battle. If it was before, he is naturally not afraid, but now Sangsang is in his heart, and he is also infected with the three poisons of greed, obsession, and flatly. Unwilling to let the devil into his own body, it is too dangerous.

Haotian Shenhui continued to burn, seemingly endless. The iron knife inserted in the black smoke became looser. Ning Que stood on the bow of the shipwreck, pouring the awe-inspiring gas into his arms and dragging it!

Only a loud noise was heard-not the sound of water, here is the bottom of the river, not the surface of the river, no big waves will make such a sound-it is the sound of black smoke being cut, thousands of grudges, And the thick sticky substance made by the ten-odd words rushed out of the mouth cut by the iron knife.

Ning Que should not have seen this disgusting and strange picture, continued his luck with his head down, the iron knife kept walking in the black smoke, and instantly cut the black smoke into countless fragments.

The black curtain shattered, and the demon body was destroyed, just like the fish defect was broken, and countless grievances of ghosts and yùnian were formed into sticky objects, like the water gushing from the hole of the fish defect, coming toward the shipwreck.

Those sticky objects transformed into linguistics could not travel far after losing the demon body, and slowly sank to the bottom of the river, while those ghosts with no weight had no weight but came to the shipwreck lightly along the water.

Numerous grievances evaded the iron sword that burned Shenhui, climbed onto Ning Que's clothes, and began to drill desperately into his body, constantly making joyful cries, weak and thin, like mosquitoes and flies.

There are still many wraith ghosts who landed on the shipwreck and climbed towards Sang Sang ’s body. They felt that the body was more beautiful and powerful, and they called more cheerfully. However, when these wraith ghosts really climbed onto the Sang Sang body , The cheers quickly turned into horrified screams, and were purified into nothingness in the next moment.

Ning Que ’s eyes are like stars, and he can see these pictures clearly, and the clearer feeling comes from his skin. He can feel the extreme chill brought by countless innocent ghosts, as well as those extremely resentful hostility and unwillingness, much like the original The pagoda feeling felt on the cliff of Taoshan.

With the help of Sang Sang, his current body is endless. However, like Sang Sang's **** body, he can't purify these grudges with his innate power.

Logically speaking, he should force out Haotian Shenhui in his body at this time, and directly burn these ghosts to death, but thinking that Sang Sang was poisoned deeply, the battle after seeing the Buddha is the top priority, he thought Save some. So he didn't do anything, let countless grudges climb onto his body.

In a short period of time, the sunken ship was occupied by countless ghosts, the middle of the ship where Sang Sang was located was clean, and the bow was much more lively and terrifying. Thousands of grudges have been squeezed into a huge black ball there, just like a fish in the bottom of the sea, Ning Que is in the deepest.

His eyes penetrated the ghost in front of him, and he saw a little ghost digging hard into his shoes, lifted his knees and then fell, and stepped the little ghost into several soul silks.

With his movements, the ghosts of ghosts attached to the surface of his body fluttered like water and grass, but none of them fell, and those ghosts ripped his clothes greedily. Gnawing at his skin, he sent countless resentments to his body, wanting to get in and eat his flesh and soul.

For practitioners, this situation is terrible, but Ning Que is calm. He has experienced this feeling or pain. He knows that as long as his mind is stable, there will be no danger.

Since childhood, he walked between life and death, suffering from all the sufferings in the world. Later he entered the academy to repair the Peerless Law. On the wall of Xuankong Temple, he has practiced Buddha for countless years in the chessboard world. When it comes to stability, how many people in the world can surpass him?

Ning was immobile, and the ghost in the river kept rushing towards the shipwreck. The soul group became bigger and bigger, and even about to touch the water. He closed his eyes in the soul group, waiting for the moment to arrive.

After a while, the overwhelming majority of the ghosts in the river came to the shipwreck, surrounded him, kept screaming and humming, and occasionally a few ghosts floated outside, looking very anxious .

"Don't be naughty, little devil." Ning Que thought so.

As his thoughts turned slightly, a very bright red sè appeared at the bottom of the dim river, accompanied by an extremely violent howling, Yin Hong's Suzaku flew away from the iron knife and flew around his body at high speed.

Wherever Suzaku's wings passed, the river water evaporated into bubbles, and the flames burst into flames, surrounding the wicked soul devil next to Ning Que, where there was no time to escape, and the wailing sounds became green smoke!

In an instant, the bow of the ship became very clear. Ning Que's body was surrounded by clear river water. Where can I find the ghost of the wronged soul, and where can I still have the idea of ​​cold and bitterness?

There are more than a dozen ghosts who didn't squeeze into the boat. They were unwilling, but did not expect such a dramatic change in the situation. They desperately fled to the dark place of the river and screamed in horror.

Where did the Suzaku let these filthy things escape, screamed, fluttered again, chased towards the ghosts of the Wraith, and flicked the wings of fire, and the ghosts of the Wraith turned into smoke.

However, just as Suzaku was smug and ready to fly back to the shipwreck, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the dark river, protruding out like lightning and binding Suzaku!

Suzaku was angry and screaming, struggling with vibrating wings, but still not scoring!

Looking at this scene, Ning Que looked weak and sly ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He knew very well that as a slasher of the horrendous formation, Suzaku's strength was nearly the pinnacle of destiny, and that white shadow could suppress it so easily It must have the strength above the five realms!

What is that white shadow? Ning Que felt a bit familiar. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a bone whip, but it was countless times thicker than those previously encountered on the river.

Just then, the bone-whip slowly ran out of the dark river.

Suzaku is bound by white bones and unable to escape, which is very miserable.

Ning Que looked at the white bone whip that was gradually pouring out of the black water, and his expression became more and more dignified. When he saw the huge figure behind the white bone whip, it was even more shocking and speechless.

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(The chapter name yesterday was not very useful, so this chapter is not used. The new chapter name is used directly, and the next chapter should be written before 12:30.)

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