No.1 mouth in the world of self-cultivation

Ning Qing and Qin Ze stood on the road of the army of bones, a dark and eerie red flame jumped in the skull of the bones, which was even more eerie against the transparent water and dim sunlight of Nanwu Pool.

But in the face of this blood-like color, both Qin Ze and Ning Qing's reactions were very flat, without any fear or even a look of surprise.

Qin Ze had seen a lot of things, so he naturally didn't think there was anything strange about this scene, while Ning Qing had a strong heart, so if he wasn't afraid, he wasn't afraid.

And this mighty army of bones has only instinct and no consciousness. Some of them have been dead for thousands of years. Even if the fragments of consciousness remained at the beginning, they have been obliterated by time now, leaving only the unwillingness of inexplicable death and being bound by something. There is no resentment at the bottom of the pool in the south.

Ning Qing and Qin Ze's breath is not bad, they are different from the people they hate, so they will not attack Ning Qing and Qin Ze, but they will also not obey Ning Qing's leadership, they only turn their heads when passing by him glanced at him.The red flames in the bones were jumping, as if they were looking at it or just made such an action subconsciously.

Ning Qing played with the gavel in her hand, the corners of her lips curled up, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the reaction of the skeletons.He can even smile gently at every passing bone, as if the bones were still alive.

"So after all, it's still too much." Ning Qing said, the gavel on the fingertips exuded a faint light, "But I'm not a sinner, and I shouldn't bear such a price."

Qin Ze glanced at Ning Qing.

"It's actually very good to die well and where you came from."

Frost wind and thunder light jumped at Ning Qing's fingertips, and the huge luck was attracted by the gavel, and it instantly turned into a ball that wrapped Ning Qing, protecting Ning Qing like a layer of armor, allowing Ning Qing to be free in the dense forest. Shuttle between bones.

Qin Ze nodded slightly, retracted his gaze, and pulled out his sword suddenly. A short breath of the sword rushed out, the tip of the sword turned, and the water wave suddenly broke, hitting the gate of Moxiu Temple with a bang.

The statue in the temple with closed eyes and brows suddenly opened its eyes, and woke up from the clay sculpture. Evil energy rose to the sky, and with a strong breath from another world, it went straight to Ningqing Qinze outside the temple.

Since Qin Ze took action himself, how could he not have expected the changes in the temple?

Pointing to the tip of his toes, he stepped back quickly, avoiding the untouchable luck, and handed over this battlefield to Ning Qing, and he and the bones confronted the clay body of the sculpture.

Ning Qing smiled, her light-colored eyes were full of sarcasm, she did not dodge or dodge, she directly met this luck with arrogance.

In the silent collision, no one could see that the luck was in full swing, and the gavel in Ning Qing's hand was shining brightly, becoming the only bright color on the bottom of the pool except for the flames in the bones' eyes.

The clear light soared into the sky, and the water surface of Nanwu Pool surged violently. The violent turbulence seemed to drain all the water from the pool, but it was restrained by an invisible force, and it only fluctuated back and forth within a small range, never leaving the pool. Really washed ashore.

A little blood spilled from her lips, and Ning Qing's smile became brighter and brighter.

Swallowing this mouthful of fishy sweetness, he didn't care at all whether this terrifying luck hedging would hurt his body. He supported his body with the floating water waves, jumped suddenly, and pushed himself towards the sculpture.

The gavel puffed out the clouds and mist, split the very hidden luck in the water waves, and hit a sculpture that was being entangled by Qin Ze.

With a crisp sound, the clay sculpture didn't have time to release stronger luck, and Ning Qing directly opened a crack in the barely able to move body.

A breath as deep as an abyss gushed out from inside the clay sculpture in an instant.

Without hesitation, Ning Qing retreated with all her strength together with Qin Ze, and she had already avoided behind the bone army when the slightly sluggish breath touched the two of them.

But at the moment when this aura showed its head, the originally stiff army of white bones seemed to have returned to life. Every movement became flexible and soft, and they rushed towards all the clay sculptures in the temple fearlessly, killing them all in the blink of an eye. All buried.

The crisp sound of bones breaking, the rustling sound of falling soil, and the sound of bone friction opening and closing were mixed together. Ning Qing looked at the army of bones that were constantly gnawing on the sculpture as flesh and blood, and smiled excitedly. They all looked a little crazy.

Qin Ze's dark eyes were dark, and seeing his disciple like this, he didn't remind him at all, and even laughed lightly himself, holding the sword and looking at this absurd scene calmly, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

If there was a sound of miserable howls that seemed to be nothing, the two of them watched countless white bones turn into pieces, and the clay sculptures fell into sand little by little. The army of bones gave way.

The water in Nanwu Pond became more and more unsettled, and the wind and waves echoed the clear light that filled the sky, adding another vision to the world of cultivation.

Ning Jian, who was far away from the Yuxu Sect, saw Nan Wu's familiar Qing Guang, and instantly let go of his slightly raised heart. After a little distraction, he thought about the content of the betrothal gift, and then cheered up again to deal with the ghost cultivators in front of him.

I don't know if it's because some ghost cultivators were actually transformed from demon cultivators. Since Ning Qing attacked the clay sculpture, the fighting power of some ghost cultivators on Yuxuzong's side suddenly weakened.

As time went by, the expectations of these ghost cultivators became more and more impetuous, but they couldn't stop their aura from weakening at all, and some even turned into spiritual energy and returned to the world after fighting, without even a corpse. can stay.

Ning Jian observed the situation of these auras and found that they were not controlled by the Great Thousand Realm of Jade Rhyme. After being scattered, they drifted towards the direction of Qingguang, and knew that this was a means to understand the Great Thousand Realm.

"This is not a simple self-protection." Ning Jian said in a deep voice.

Even if you are not from this world, the aura of heaven and earth is part of you and me.Therefore, if there is no accident, the aura of the heavens and the earth should return to Yuyun, but the current situation is different. It is obvious that the other party, the Great Thousand Realm, has found that he is temporarily at a disadvantage and has begun to intervene in the battle.

Yu Liguang nodded in agreement, but didn't particularly care about this point, and just said: "If you care about it, you will be confused. Not everyone has the luck talent and..." Snake Sutra disease.

Whether he didn't say the last word, Yu Liguang smiled lightly, showing a free expression.

Ning Jian didn't take her provocation seriously at all. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that Nan Wuchidi was not the only master with such skills, so it was hard to say whether this situation was inevitable or not.

Instead of being obsessed with this, Ning gradually withdrew his gaze, and after suddenly killing a ghost cultivator with a sword, he controlled the formation steadily again, and cooperated with Yuliguang to support the monks of Yuxuzong.

The monks of Yuxuzong didn't realize that Cai Ningjian had gone crazy just now, and they were fighting endlessly.

As Ning Jian expected, those auras of heaven and earth went straight to Nanwuchi. They were originally rushing in the direction of Moxiu's sculpture, but they failed to reach their destination.

Buddhist cultivators have an innate restraint on demonic cultivators, and Ruan Mingze stopped the aura with a smile while taking the corpse puppet who sneaked into the Nanwu Pond without knowing when.

His brows and eyes are full of compassion, and his smile is even more holy. He also recites words such as "Amitabha Buddha" and "Great Mercy" that contain superpowers, but in fact, wherever his figure passes, all auras are like It was like being tortured, twisted in a terrible arc, and the luck hidden in it was discharged little by little.

Seeing that the luck was coming out, the corpse puppet suddenly stretched out his hand and made a tearing movement, and there was an extremely light cracking sound, and then saw a few strange rays of light disappear in his palm, leaving only a little bit of fine foam .

There was a bit of mockery on his stiff face, and the corpse puppet said nothing, but the expression on his face clearly explained the problem.

When Ruan Mingze saw it, even though he didn't take it seriously, he chanted a Buddha's name and replied to himself: "So what, the Buddhists have their own teachings on the angry eyes of the Vajra, and the monk is just practicing the way of a Bodhisattva."

What he said was too high-sounding, the corpse puppet didn't bother to answer, turned around and walked in the other direction, and didn't give Ruan Mingze any unnecessary reaction.

Ruan Mingze laughed, slightly distorted, and took a step to catch up with the corpse puppet. There was only deep darkness in his eyes, and he didn't look like a Buddhist cultivator who saved all sentient beings.

Or, he himself is indeed not a complete Buddhist cultivator, and he cannot be judged by all the requirements of Buddhist cultivation.

Ning Qing knew this very well in her heart, so even though she had seen the clay sculpture being bitten by the bones and was helpless to fight back, and all the weird luck was basically reported clean, she did not rush to leave, but was firmly held together with Qin Ze. At the same place, be alert to the "support" that may come at any time.

Although Ruan Mingze is still a measured person, even if the amount of "support" is not large, it is easy to turn those clay "demons" over when it is obvious that someone has already intervened.

"If they are brave enough to borrow the power of turning into a demon." Ning Qing said.

Qin Zeyuan understood the psychology of monks better than Ning Qing. He shook his head and said, "It is impossible for them to pay such a huge price for a battlefield that they may not win."

Ning Qing smiled and said, "But if we lose this battle, the next step is for us to hit the door."

Qin Ze said: "They occupy a favorable location, so it's not realistic for me to wait at the door."

Ning Qing asked: "Even if we unite with other Great Thousand Realms?"

Qin Ze replied: "We each have our own considerations, and it is imperative to unite, but it is not something that can be accomplished right now."

After hearing this, Ning Qing nodded and said nothing more.

Anyway, sooner or later there will be a call at the door, what is there to worry about?He can always avenge this revenge with Ning Jian.

But not saying it doesn't mean he doesn't insist.

Still waiting for all the bones to go forward and bury all the clay sculptures, Ning Qing put away her gavel with a smile, took a last look at Xing Xing in the temple, and left with Qin Ze who didn't force him to go to the Buddhist temple. Go in the direction of the temple.

"Looking at the situation, the Moxiu Temple uses a serious Buddhist practice structure, and the Buddhist cultivator's side may not be as regular as the Moxiu's side." Ning Qing made a prediction that was not a prophecy, "If If it is a Taoist cultivator pattern over there, Mingda is the alliance of the three schools; if it is a demonic cultivator pattern over there, Taoist cultivators are the cannon fodder they push... If it is still a Buddhist cultivator pattern, then they deserve it because they cannot become Buddhas."