Nightfall

In the dark of night, the **** horse ran back to the Temple of Light. He did not dare to hiss, but he kept shaking his head. His hoof sound was extremely brisk, and his mane wet with dew was dancing.

Suddenly, it felt that someone was looking at himself, and looked back in amazement, then saw the fat figure in the deep of the temple, instantly sweating like slurry, washing away the dew on his body.

Sang Sang did not punish its infidelity. He walked to the bar at the back terrace of the temple and looked at the young man who was slowly falling like a leaf between the cliffs.

There are clouds covering the moon these nights, and the colors of the reckless mountains in the Xiling Kingdom are a little darker, and they are very quiet. Only the cliffs below the temple have occasionally very small sounds.

No one but her could hear those sounds.

From the first night, she stood by the fence and watched the scene quietly. She watched him jump from the peach blossoms to the cliff, watched him fall dangerously, watched him climb up hard, watched him Waiting night by the east of the stable, watching him rush back to the cliff silently before dawn.

She didn't do anything, but just watched in silence until this time tonight, she saw the man on the cliff looking up and looking at the temple where she was.

She knew he was looking at herself, she knew he could not see herself, she could see what was in his eyes. The thing in the man's eyes is called to read. Instead of removing all thoughts, he sent his thoughts to other places. In other words, he was sending his thoughts to the terrace of the Temple of Light.

She is the object of being missed, she is Haotian. Humans like ants are not qualified to miss her, so she thinks this is a big disrespect to herself, and should even be called blasphemy.

The distaste and anger in her consciousness broke out again irresistibly.

Just as the thought in the man's eyes burst out uncontrollably.

The gusty wind rose from the Song Dynasty Sea thousands of miles away, and roared through the high-dark night dome. The night clouds blowing over the Kingdom of God were shocked and uneasy, as if the cotton under the rope bounced, it seemed that it might be torn apart at any time.

The peach blossoms in the mountains shivered, and I do n’t know how many tens of thousands of petals were blown off by the wind. The roofs of the golden jade of several shrines on Taoshan began to whine and howl.

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The Temple of Light is far from the peak. Ning Que couldn't see clearly no matter how good his eyesight was. Even if he could see clearly, he couldn't see the fat woman standing by the terrace bar. And in his imagination, if his surname is Luo, the cliff is under the balcony, then the girl by the fence should naturally be thin and black.

He looked at that place and smiled, taking those thoughts and feelings about the unknown destiny back to the depths of the sea of ​​knowledge, concentrating, and going down the cliff.

Just then. An extremely violent mountain breeze roared from above, falling heavily on him with the smell of sea water. He felt a strong dampness and coldness on his face, which blended with the vaguely felt eyes, and immediately defeated the state of meditation he maintained!

The state of meditation is no longer there, and the handprints of Ning Quejie naturally spread out. What is more terrifying is that no matter how calm he is in a dangerous time, or even re-entering the state of meditation, his hands cannot produce a handprint again.

The night breeze was too cold and too violent. He screamed violently around his body, and whenever he was about to produce a fingerprint, he would blow away his fingerprint!

The real handprint of Buddhism can no longer function, and Ning Que has no connection with the cliff, and is blown into the abyss by the strong wind. At this time, it is not like a fallen leaf, but more like a stone.

This fall is more terrifying than the first night. Just breathing, he fell hundreds of feet between the cliffs, and the speed became faster and faster!

He fell into the deep night fog, Haotian no longer looked after him. The next moment he might be shaken out of the cliff, and without any starting point, he would directly break through the fog and be killed.

Before the desperate situation, Ning Que made the strongest and fastest response, snorted, the nobleness in the body was released without hesitation, and his hands rushed forward, like two sharp knives, stabbing fiercely. Into the hard cliff! Only two sounds were heard, and the iron-hard arm cut through the cliff about two feet long, and finally stopped the fall, let him stop on the cliff.

He did not get rid of the desperation. Although he is now holding the cliff tightly, he can no longer maintain the Buddhist meditation state. The touching array on the cliff starts to attack his eyes and the sea. He can only bear the eyes. Severe pain and the huge waves in the sea, desperately clinging to the cold cliff.

More bizarre things happened. The Taoist forces in the cloud on the cliffside mountain that he had known once swam over like snakes, and in a very short time, covered the surface of his body.

Ning Que endured the pain in the sea and released her mind to perceive it, but could not confirm what the power of those strands was. When she looked with her naked eyes, she found that they were just the mists of the strands.

Hovering between the cliffs of Taoshan, responsible for blocking the mist of the Youge, it is naturally impossible to be a simple mist. Those inconsistent mists infiltrate into his clothes strangely, and then continue to seep into his body, no blood flows out, But he felt a clear pain and a clear cutting feeling. With the intrusion of Wusi, he felt as if he was cutting tens of thousands of sharp knives constantly.

At this moment, Ning Que was in awe of the audience in Changan World War I, because he finally understood how it felt to be in the presence of thousands of knives and what kind of pain it was.

Immediately afterwards, even more incredible things happened. As his hands deepened into the cliff, this cliff, which had not been moved for thousands of years, suddenly moved.

No one can see the vibration of the cliff, but Ning Que, who is close by, can't see it. No one can hear the vibration of the cliff, and Ning Que's ears can't hear it, but his heart can hear it.

The cliffs vibrated in a soothing rhythm. This vibration followed his hands inserted between the walls, reaching his body, into his sea of ​​knowledge, and finally to his heart.

Ning Que's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, and her coat was shaken out of the road. The depth of his consciousness seemed to be an earthquake, and the waves on the sea became more fierce. The most terrifying thing was that his heart was beating very powerfully, and it seemed that it might burst into countless petals at any time.

The cliffs of Taoshan turned into a huge war drum, shaking silently between heaven and earth. The lack of peace on the drum surface, whether it is fallen leaves or stones, will be broken by the body and mind of this war drum shock!

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There are two large formations on the cliff where the Youge Pavilion is located. The other one is called "Frightening", which together is shocking, and can make all the enemies who commit crimes die.

Ning Que felt at this time that it seemed that there were 10,000 swords constantly touching his eyes, and there were 10,000 drums ringing in his body, and his heart might be broken at any time!

If it was not the experience of these nights, he would not be able to sustain this time. If it were not as hard as iron and stone, he was afraid that he would vomit blood and die!

Rao is so. His face also became extremely pale, painfully indescribable. What really made him feel unbearable were the night mists that lingered inside and outside his body.

Those night mists were not condensed by the spirit of heaven and earth, but the Daomen used the means of heaven and earth to turn the grievances of the prisoners who had been wronged and died in the Yuge for thousands of years into a formation to guard the Yuge!

Many of the prisoners who are qualified to be held in the Yuge are powerful people with great magical powers. How powerful their minds were and how terrible their resentment was. After death, the two merged and were practiced by Daomen. Every mist is a sharp blade full of negative emotions such as misery, unwillingness and resentment in the world. It is extremely powerful, otherwise how can we shut down such characters as Wei Guangming for more than ten years?

Ning Que's willpower is strong, and he can support it under the shocking pain, but there is no way to withstand the cutting of these ten thousand violent blades. After all, he is not a powerful and invincible subjective.

His heart beat faster and faster, and the cliff in front of him became more and more blurred. There was more and more blood flowing from the corners of his lips, his consciousness was more and more scattered, but the pain was still so clear.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

Just as he was about to pull his hands out of the cliff, willing to die at the cost of falling off the cliff. When he had to escape from this horrible cliff and clouds, suddenly a piece of light appeared before his eyes.

He thought he had an illusion, but the next moment, he found that it was not an illusion. The cold and dark cliff in front of him really became brighter!

The night clouds over Taoshan were blown away by a hurricane from a stormy sea thousands of miles away, revealing the round moon that was just perfect, and the silver moonlight spilled over the mountains and fell on the cliff and his body.

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On the terrace of the Temple of Light, Sang Sang was holding his hands, looking at the moon in the night vault, his unusual face looked pale, and I did n’t know whether it was caused by weakness or other reasons.

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The moonlight was not hot, and when it fell on Ning Que's body, he felt that warmth had penetrated from the body surface, and that violently beating heart also became a lot quieter.

The clouds and mist that surrounded the cliffs were dispersed by the moonlight. Taking advantage of this fleeting moment, he calmed down and re-entered the state of meditation. He knotted his right hand to read the handprints and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the stone window on the cliff beside him.

That day he saw this stone window on the opposite cliff, but there were clouds and fog on the cliff from time to time, and there was a cover of formation, so he did not observe carefully. At this time, the cloud was dispelled by the moonlight. When he re-entered the state of Zen, he saw the stone window and the people in the stone window.

At this moment, Ning Que should have seized the time to leave this horrible cliff, but looking at the stone window, he knew that he could not leave ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Because the man in the stone window is young Fat man.

The man's cheeks, which had become thinner, did not know whether it was rounded again because of the good food in the pavilion.

He looked at Ning Que outside the stone window and was speechless in surprise.

His eyes were still so clean, his expression was so amiable, and he was still surprised when he was as big as his mouth. He could swallow Tang Xiaotang's fist with a big mouth.

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(About the character contest: I do n’t know how Ye Hongyu was classified as the best actor. Tomorrow I will ask about the photo. Sang Sang really ca n’t find a suitable photo. Now Sang Sang, I ’m taking a photo Written by Shinozaki Ai, um, of course, she is fatter than her, and she does n’t grow so beautiful. Now Sang is a tall white fat ordinary girl. Please remember. There are still two chapters tomorrow, but the update will be later , Please vote a few more recommended votes.)

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