Nightfall

> In the wasteland, after Long Qing was abandoned by Ning Que with one arrow, his whole body was cultivated, he once lost all his thoughts, and even tried to give up his faith, and walked into the deep night, but he did not die after all, and he could not really devote to Pluto. His embrace is also the experience of despair that made him understand that simple words or actions are not a real betrayal. As a firm Haotian believer, he must erase his awe and belief from the depths of his heart. It can be said that it is the most difficult thing in the world, just like dispersing light from the sky. .Shrimp Literature

Long Qing knelt in front of half of the Taoist and said, "Hao Tian's will is too strong, and it has already surpassed my will. I don't know how to erase it."

The half Taoist asked: "What is Haotian's will?"

Long Qing thought about the dialogue between the Lord and the boat on the South China Sea and said, "Haotian is everywhere, knowing everything, everything in the world is under the control of Haotian, so our mind is Haotian's will."

The half-way Taoist did not expect that he had such a profound understanding of Haotian's will. He nodded slightly with admiration and said, "The mind is the subjective presentation of Haotian's will, but there must be two sides to things, and Haotian will also have its objective Have you ever felt the side of existence? "

Long Qing felt slightly disturbed, thinking about Haotian's will in the objective category, wouldn't that be Haotian's divine ontology? How can a mortal in the world perceive?

"Haotian has no stature and infinite stature. When there are countless seas when it is big, and if there are thousands of pieces of gravel when it is small. Haotian has no shape and countless shapes. Sometimes it is a beast, sometimes a person, sometimes a tree, sometimes For mountains, sometimes for the sea. Sometimes for the day, sometimes for the world. "

The eyes of half-way Taoists are drooping, and if the withered wood-like face is coated with a holy divine glow, the voice has no emotion. It seems that these descriptions of Haotian are not out of others, but exist in this world. On, just appeared in the cave through his voice.

There is no description of Haotian in the Xiling Canon, because it is in the doctrine. Any attempt to describe Haotian ’s behavior is an extremely disrespectful blasphemy. Long Qing was the first time someone heard a positive description of Haotian. Although these descriptions seemed simple, his Dao heart began to tremble violently. .

To make his heart tremble, in addition to hearing the image of Haotian's Divine Law, because he finally confirmed the fact that the disabled old Tao with only half of his body on the couch, it really broke through the five realms!

Because only practitioners who have broken through the five realms and entered the realm of apocalypse can be lucky enough to witness Haotian's divine ontology, and only these talents are allowed to positively describe Haotian's image!

And a Taoist predecessor of the apocalyptic realm. . Xiami Literature was actually cut off by a sword, and Long Qing couldn't help feeling the horror of the Academy Master and Ke Haoran to the extreme!

The half Daoist seemed to know what Longqing was thinking at this time, and slowly opened his eyes and said: "No matter what shape the Haotian appears in the world, it must be grand, solemn, solemn, and self-explanatory greatness. We cannot be great, we can only be strong. "

"The powerful and humble unbelievers in the academy were able to completely wipe out Haotian's will because they had never believed in Haotian since the beginning, and it was difficult for Daomen disciples to do this. So I ’m going to tell you the true description of Haotian at this time. "

Long Qing's voice trembled and asked, "Why tell me this?"

"Because you can't erase Haotian's will. Then you have to try to forget, and you never knew what Haotian was before, how do you forget?"

The half Taoist looked at him and said, "Only know first and then forget."

Long Qing thought deeply and bowed his head in a long silence.

I don't know how long it took. The pearls of the night on the stone walls of the cave came back to life. The white wolf hair on the soft couch shook with the wind, and he finally raised his head. Look calm.

The half-way Taoist asked with a hint of anxiety: "Have you ever forgotten?"

Long Qing asked, "Forget what?"

"Hahahaha!"

Half of the Taoists laughed and reached up with excitement to pat their thighs. In order to vent the pain and despair and wait for so many years of suffering.

It was shot into the wolf hair, and the old man remembered this fact that he had not forgotten for many years. He already has no legs. And he has no ass. He was now just a poor deformed old Taoist with only half of his body, so he wept bitterly.

Ghostly crying like ghosts kept ringing in the secluded cave.

Long Qing looked calmly as the old man thumped his chest like a madman, even occasionally strangling his throat to flush his face, until the unpleasant sound of crying and laughing gradually stopped, he said: "My life is peach blossom."

There was a peach blossom on his chest and a black peach blossom in front of him.

Lao Dao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him dumbly and asked, "Why is peach blossom?"

Long Qing calmly said: "After the disciples entered, they never set their lives. Later, when they were studying in TianYuYuan, they heard the story of the Confucius who went to Xiling to cut peach blossoms. Since then, I have vowed to make peach blossoms bloom In Haotian's world, Peach Blossom became my life. "

Listening to these words, Lao Tao looked at his eyes more and more strange, but Long Qing's expression became more and more calm, and said with a smile: "At the beginning of monasticism, my ideal was to lead Haotian Daomen to completely defeat the Academy. With so many things happening, especially because of Ning Que ’s appearance, my thoughts have become more direct and firm, and my life will be dedicated to the great cause of the destruction of the Academy and the Tang Dynasty. "

The old man looked into his eyes and saw a lot of things and said: "Very good."

The words fell, and the old man hit the Longqing's left chest with a heavy hand. A powerful force spewed out from the palm of his hand, instantly penetrated the muscles and ribs, and pierced his heart!

Long Qing's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyebrow tip was raised like a sword, which seemed extremely painful, but he didn't think about avoiding it at the beginning, and he didn't try to escape from this thin and scary palm because he knew clearly between himself and the old man. The realm of the difference is like heaven and earth, no matter how to avoid and escape, it is in vain, and he firmly believes that Lao Tao previously described Hao Tian to make him forget Hao Tian, ​​not to shoot himself with a palm.

The thin palms of half Taoists. It looks like a Bihu that has been erected on the side, but has been reduced many times. There is a very quiet atmosphere on the palm, just like the lake is thick and sticky, but it also gives a clear meaning. I can't tear it, and I don't want to tear it.

"Your eyes are too black and white."

The half Taoist stared at Long Qing's eyes and said that the expression on Kuchai's face could not tell whether it was crying or laughing.

Long Qing's body trembled slightly, confirming from the old words that he had not bet on his mistakes, and his hopes would soon become reality. He looked at the old eyes, occupied by gratitude and shock.

In the blink of an eye, his black and white eyes gradually changed very strangely. The boundary between the black pupils and the white kernels gradually became blurred, the black pupils became lighter, and the white eyes became darker and darker. Closer and closer to each other until it becomes completely uniform gray.

As Long Qing's eyes turned gray, a strong attraction. Penetrating out of his sea of ​​qi, he sucked the thin palm of the Taoist half tightly on his left chest.

The half-way Taoist had long expected that the expression on his face did not change at all, for a moment. The lake hidden in the thin palms turned into a vast ocean, which poured into Longqing's body fiercely.

Long Qing shivered violently, and the corners of his lips began to ooze, and his internal organs showed wounds that were invisible to the naked eye, and his eyes were covered with blood. Just in the blend of black and white. It was gradually washed into a monotonous and distressing gray.

He closed his eyes slowly.

A powerful apocalypse with more than five realms, even if he was seriously injured, even if only half of his mental strength, is still not a gift that Long Qing can easily accept.

At this moment, Long Qing felt that his body was like a bladder filled with wine, and he would explode in the next moment. He felt that his chest had risen like a mountain, and he would crack in the next moment. He felt that the internal organs in his body had already been destroyed by a strong breath into meat emulsion.

Fortunately, he forcibly kept a trace of Taoism, and woke up before the disillusionment. Recalling that the perception, consciousness, experience, knowledge, and mental power endured at this time are all invisible and qualityless. All of this is an illusion, and no change has occurred in his body.

He knew he had to endure this pain in order to be reborn.

More powerful freshmen.

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The wrinkles of the old-fashioned complexion seemed to become darker and lighter, leaving only a half of the body, leaning forward slightly on the edge of the couch, and the face and Longqing's face were very tight, watching Longqing closing his eyes, Supporting hard, he said with a trembling smile: "Suck more, and **** more."

His laughter was hard to hear, his smile was very weird, full of love and greed, and he felt extremely abnormal, like the old demon in Heiyeshan Village, feeding his big-head son.

At this moment, there were dozens of extremely powerful breaths, which penetrated the hard stone walls, and came to this cave quietly. Each strong breath represents the powerful Daomen in a cave in this mountain, These powerful Daomen did not interfere with this strange power transmission, but silently paid attention. They could feel that these breaths were calm, but they also concealed extremely complex emotions.

Long Qing knew nothing about it.

There was a strangely weird red flush on his pale face, and a ticking sound came from his tumbling throat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just like a newly born cub, eyes closed, frowning, Sucking desperately to **** all the milk that he can suck, satisfied to the extreme and intoxicated to the extreme.

The old man looked at Long Qing, and his face also showed a smile of satisfying intoxication. Perhaps it was too excited or some other reason. The waist cavity that was cut by the sword at that time began to bleed out of the blood and wet the white woolen mattress. .

"Suck more."

"Do not worry."

Suddenly, the smile on the old face disappeared instantly. He stared at Long Qing, and his voice was as cold as steel. He said: "I gave it to you, you can only ask for it. If I don't give you, you can't grab it."

Long Qing still closed his eyes, as if he could not hear him.

It's really like a starved cub.

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