Ning Que knew why the old monk suddenly admired the academy because even a person like him dared to accept it, which required an unimaginable mind and inclusive attitude. Such a academy deserves everyone's admiration.

He said proudly: "The world is better than academies."

The old monk mocked, "But the academy will eventually turn into ruins."

Ning Que said: "Everything in the world is like this, but at least the academy will not become ruins because of your curse."

The old monk quietly looked at the seriously injured and weak young man who was still proud and confident, as if he saw the friend many years ago. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "How many years has Ke Haoran died?"

Ning Que was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I told him that Haoran's sword has become a demon, but he doesn't care at all. I warned him that if he continues to be so proud, he will be punished by Haotian one day, but he still doesn't care. Now he must have turned into ashes and sprinkled in every stream and mountain in the world. I don't know if he is still so proud at this time, hahahaha..."

The old monk lowered his head and laughed like a madman, and another drop of turbid tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

Ning Que said: "Even if the uncle dies, he is enough to be proud."

The old monk raised his head and looked at him Hanhan and said, "But he died in front of me in the end, so I won."

Ning Que said mockingly: "Some people are dead, but he is still alive, and some are alive, but he is already dead."

The old monk said with emotion: "What a sharp-tongued little guy."

"Will I succeed next time?"

Ning Que suddenly asked sincerely that his body under the cotton coat was still trembling slightly at an extremely high frequency. Although this method consumed extremely physical strength, it was the only way to maintain movement under the mental control of the other party's terrifying realm.

The old monk looked at him and said sincerely: "There won't be a next time."

Ning Que said: "You are indeed the most powerful existence I can imagine. However, you have been imprisoned for decades and are just a king who has been demoted to the dust. I am a young and strong tiger who has just come down the mountain. The cage isolates the energy of heaven and earth and has no effect on me. I am used to doing things with strength. There is no reason why you recover faster than me."

The old monk smiled and said, "It's true that I'm sharp-tongued, but unfortunately I'm so old that I have no teeth."

After saying this, he lowered his head and chewed Ye Hongyu naked.

Ye Hongyu suddenly raised his eyebrows, but refused to bow his head. He looked at the old monk stubbornly and fiercely as he wanted to remember this scene deeply in his mind until the underworld did not want to forget it.

The old monk did not have teeth, so he chewed it with his gums, which seemed extremely difficult, just like a toothless lion who died of an old general, trying to tear the tough and tight doe apart, and blood kept flowing down from the corners of his old lips.

After a while, the old monk raised his head and looked at Ning Que and smiled and said, "You want to wait for time, I also want to wait for time. After digesting the first mouthful of blood, the second mouthful of blood will absorb faster. No need to try to struggle anymore. We will be happier to calmly welcome death. After I finally rescue you three and restore your skills, I will destroy this cage and float out of the mountain. This world will be mine, and I will wait for you three to come."

Because there was flesh and blood in his mouth, the old monk's voice was a bit ambiguous, but it was still as warm as spring water. His old lips were wrinkled and bloody under his chin, but his smile was as compassionate as a layer of Buddha's light. The bones and sea of ​​corpses on his body seemed like a holy lotus seat, filled with clear light. Such a Buddha-demon image was so terrifying.

Ning Que knew that what he said was true. He thought about all the means of saving his life around him, but he could not find a way to break the current crisis. Whether it was the treasure left by Master Yan Se, the Yuan Shisan arrow or the runes on the Pu sword, they all needed to be connected with nature to exert their true power. He couldn't help but think of death silently.

He stared at the old monk and said firmly: "Even if you can go out, the world will not belong to you."

The old monk recalled the green sleeves and said with a smile: "I have already communicated with demons, why are you afraid of worldly laws?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "There is still a Master in the world.

The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "The Master will always die. The people in the academy are too proud, and the more proud the person is, the easier it is to die. This is the fate of the Master and the fate of the academy, and it cannot be reversed."

Ning Que frowned slightly and said, "Crazy Words."

The old monk suddenly asked: "Who is the queen of the Tang Kingdom in Chang'an City now? Several additional generals at the peak of martial arts have appeared over the years? Did the Heavenly Demon Dance reappear? Ke Haoran was punished by heaven, did the Master kill him to Taoshan? Something is wrong. This little girl reported her identity as the Grand Secretary of the Judgment Department. Has the temple not been destroyed yet?"

Ke Haoran was punished by heaven and the Master went to Taoshan. In his opinion, the temple on Taoshan was naturally destroyed. At this time, he was convinced that the Temple of Xiling still existed. He couldn't help but wonder because he believed that there would be no loopholes in his plan.

Ning Que didn't know how to answer several questions in succession. The seemingly crazy questioning seemed to be hidden inside, and there seemed to be a lot of dust of history, and there were many secrets hidden in those dust.

"I arranged a lot of things before the mountain gate collapsed. I arranged a saint to go south. I believe she would do what I told her. I arranged a lot of disciples to go south. I believe that anyone among them can do what I told her."

The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, his smile full of confidence and even domineering spirit.

"The Mingzong of the past was already corrupt, and even if it was destroyed by Ke Haoran's hands, I don't feel pitiful. New buds grew on the scorched earth. I would rather create a brand new demon sect on the ruins. The new demon sect is rooted in the powerful and fertile land of the Tang Kingdom. Once a new life is born, it will definitely be an existence that will open up the world."

"I believe that my arrangements have been gradually working after such a long time. So I just need to wait quietly for Master to die when I escape. So who do you think this world will be?"

Ning Que heard it and was cold all over. He thought to himself whether there were countless powerful demon sect hidden in Chang'an City today? And all of these people were told to go south when he was arranged by him. If this person escaped from the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, how many storms would arise in the world?

"But at that time you should have thought that Master Uncle would kill you. Once you die, even if you hide so many backs and arrangements in the Central Plains, what's the point?"

The old monk looked at him slightly, just like the snow on the top of the peak, looking at the summer insect, and said, "Even if I die, these arrangements from that year still exist. You ordinary people seem to never understand that the meaning of a person's survival and death is not important. What is important is whether we can transform this old world and usher in a brand new world, and then combine the ability of the new world to change certain rules. If we can do these, what can I do even if I die?"

Ning asked, "What rules?"

The old monk replied: "The rules of the great way."

Ning Que asked: "What if... you still cannot change your plan for a lifetime?"

The old monk smiled and replied, "At least I have tried my best."

Ning Que Demei said, "Just for your attempt, I will let the whole world be buried with you?"

The old monk said calmly: "What does the destruction of the world have to do with me?"

This is probably the source of pleasure for the so-called conspirator. Ning Que thought silently in his heart. He really admired the old monk's thoughts and plans for this life, but he was also extremely afraid, because madmen are always difficult to defeat.

At this moment, Master Liansheng, who is famous all over the world, is a complete madman in Ning Que's eyes. He has no idea what this person is saying. Even if he can understand something, he does not know which sentence the other party is true or which sentence is false. Even at this time, he still cannot tell what kind of person the other party is.

This old monk is sometimes innocent and pure as a newborn baby, sometimes irritable as a fierce woman in the market, sometimes passionate and passionate as a young scholar who saves the world in the capital, sometimes passionate and passionate as a young knight holding a sword to stand up for justice, sometimes compassionate and pity like a Buddhist master, sometimes cruel and indifferent as a demon.

No matter which image is, it is extremely real, and there is no trace of falsehood at all. All faces are completely different, but they all come from the original heart, purely making people feel heart-pounding, just like the saying that if you want to become a Buddha, you become a Buddha, and if you want to become a demon, you will become a demon, all true Buddhas and true demons are either looking at this world with compassion or indifferentness.

He is simple but fickle, lonely and fragile, complex and annoying, sometimes jealous and sometimes sinister, likes to fight for and occasionally complain, selfish and boring but perverted, loves to be sophisticated and fantasy, kind and fraternal but revenge, and tyrannical and revengeful, and tyrannical and tyrannical, he is proud when he is brilliant, sad when he is silent, he is contradictory and hypocritical, happy but painful, great but small. (Note)

The lotus grows thirty-two, and the petals are different.

It is really unimaginable that a person's personality and thoughts are so complex.

Ning Queweihan thought, could this person actually have thirty-two personalities?

After the old monk finished speaking, he was like a water lily retracted at night. He calmly closed his eyes and began to use the secret method of the Demon Sect to digest and absorb the blood and flesh of Taotie into the energy power in his body.

Ning Que's voice echoed in the quiet room, but no one answered him now. The sounds seemed so monotonous, boring and uneasy, and even faintly felt despair.

"There are no demons in the world. If there are more people like you, there will be demons."

"No matter what role you play, you are the devil."

"The lotus grows thirty-two, and the petals are all dirty."

"If the Tao and demons communicate with each other, they become gods, but they may also become psychopaths."

No matter what Ning Que said, the old monk in Baigu Mountain no longer responded. All the seemingly philosophical words he had exhausted his mind were wasted in the dry air, unable to anger the other party, and it was even more impossible for the other party to create some loopholes in his mind because of these words.

Ning Que was unable to rest his head on Mo Shanshan's shoulders and looked at the bluestones on the roof. He knew in his heart that after the old monk completely digested and absorbed the second mouthful of flesh and blood filled with the breath of Haotian Dao Sect, his realm would revive to a level that he could not touch. By then, there would be no way to change the end of death, and his eyes became a little dim.

The light in the room of the Demon Palace became dimmer and darker. Perhaps the world outside the mountain had already entered the night and the temperature was getting lower.

He looked up at the mottled sword marks on the stone wall on the roof, the sword marks left by the junior uncle, and the sword marks that formed a cage that kept the lotus from thirty-two years old for decades, and sighed softly in his heart.

Just looking at it casually, he did not deliberately control his mind. It was probably because he used the eight methods of Yong to interpret the characters into habits in the old-fashioned world. The dense sword marks naturally separated in his vision and gradually became clear.
Chapter completed!