Chapter 170: Life and Death Fight in Dreams (Part 2)
Sikong Jian's eyes suddenly shrank. He didn't expect that the other party could break through the secret here in such a short period of time. Ning Yan didn't give him time to react.
Hard to tell with the naked eye!
Even if he doesn't have true energy, Ning Yan has never been afraid of anyone in terms of boxing and kicking skills!
The distance between the two kept shortening, and Sikong Jian retreated sharply. He was about to use his bow to fight back, but when the falcon fell, Ning Yan stepped forward. The glove in his hand twisted, and the frosty air was gradually coated with a cold layer of coldness.
Purple Haze, new weapons are rapidly taking shape!
Canglang!
A cold light flashed by, and the suspense settled.
Sikong Jian staggered back a few steps, looked at the broken bow in his hand, and said blankly: "Is this the He family's magic weapon again?"
"The Blade of the Ruined King."
"Strange name."
After he finished speaking, there was only a tearing sound, and a huge gash opened in the front of his chest. The sword energy penetrated directly into his heart and lungs, and blood mist rose into the sky. Sikong Jian groaned, and his knees could no longer support him and he immediately fell to his knees.
On the ground!
"Like bubbles in a dream, like dew, like lightning... Oh, it's really apt to call it the Xuanmeng Mando." Ning Yan turned around, held up a sword flower and shook off the bright red spots on the sword's edge, and gently placed it on Sikong
Jian's neck: "Are there any last words?"
"If..."
"That's enough, I'm too lazy to listen."
Before Sikong Jian could finish speaking, Ning Yan had already swung his sword towards his head!
Born to be an upright and decent character, he does not have the same problem as the villains who talk too much. The so-called last words are just words to distract Sikongjian. In a life and death fight, he must do his best and never give his opponent any chance to come back. p>
However, he was plotting against Sikongjian, and Sikongjian was plotting against him.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The cult leader formed a secret with his hands, and countless threads burst out from his body, wrapping around Ning Yan's body and tying him up!
Although this place is called a dream, it is connected to the real body. Once it falls, it means complete death. Sikong Jianxing also took a great risk in this move. If he is not careful, he will be in an abyss. I wonder if the old mother Wusheng is in the dark.
With his blessing, he was able to live towards death, and he actually developed magical powers.
Ning Yan was also deeply impressed by this difficult-to-tangle silk thread. Previously, he could use Zheng Tiangong's method to escape, but this time it was directly tied to his body. A silver light flashed through the boy's hole, and he was immediately unable to move.
At the same time, the two realms began to merge and merge. In an instant, the world was spinning and the world was overturned.
Sikong Jian put his palm on Ning Yan's forehead, his eyes were slightly closed, and there was a crack in the middle of his eyebrows again. Through this third eye, everything about Ning Yan was about to be opened to him...
[How can a despicable bastard be worthy of a glimpse of the splendor of heaven and man? Looking for death!]
Who!
Sikong Jian opened his eyes suddenly, and the sudden voice in his mind made him break into a cold sweat!
He has controlled so many people by threading needles, but he has never encountered such a situation. The voice filled with profound malice still rang in his ears, and an inexplicable fear surged into his heart.
Third grade? Second grade? First grade? Or...
Sikong Jian didn't dare to think any more. He was so panicked that he wanted to throw away his hand. Suddenly, Ning Yan's body started to move on its own, and she firmly held down his palm!
[Hmph, Shenxiao’s secret method is now in my hands!]
Sikong Jian's whole body trembled, and it felt as if countless needles were pricking his brain. The heartbreaking pain surged like a tide, and his eyes suddenly turned white and twitched.
In order to succeed as the leader of Wusheng Cult, he also received special torture training within the sect, but those notorious soul-searching evil methods are nothing compared to this method.
This is not for extorting a confession, it is purely for killing people!
Sikong Jian's soul seemed to be dissipated in this torture. As he was lost in the lake, his third eye saw three phantoms appearing behind Ning Yan: the evil Ning Yan, the Ning Yan who closed his eyes and said nothing.
Ning Yan fell into a deep sleep... The three shadows rotated back and forth, looking extremely strange.
So, what is that?
Just as he was about to fall into a coma, a possibility suddenly appeared in Sikongjian's mind.
Past karma, present world is empty, future body...
Someone can actually cut off three lives from the cycle of annihilation and take them into his own body. What kind of supernatural power can he have that reaches the heaven and the earth!
This bold conjecture made him horrified. It completely went against the common sense of the current practice world, or it was beyond everyone's cognition!
The Shenxiao Sect has been far ahead of other major sects in the study of cause and effect. The Wusheng Sect inherited its doctrine and developed a theoretical system of three causes, four winds, and seven calamities, taking another big step forward. But now, there is a living example in front of him, which is ravaging his worldview in a brutal way.
Cause and effect reincarnation?
It’s just a child’s toy!
The last remaining obsession in Sikongjian's heart could not help but waver at this moment.
Then, since there is no result after sowing, and there is no reward for doing good deeds...what are you insisting on all the time?
Innocent old mother, empty hometown...Does the way to save the common people really exist...
Scenes of the past reappeared in front of his eyes. Sikong Jian originally thought that from the moment he walked out of Jieshi Village, he would no longer complain about others, but now with the collapse of a certain belief, he finally couldn't hold back the grievances in his heart, and he burst into grief and anger.
Yell.
"Ning Yan!
Why the hell are you doing this!
”
Ning Yan couldn't help but swayed, and his eyelids moved slightly.
Huh? Who scolded me?
At the moment when he regained consciousness, all the phantoms suddenly disappeared without a trace. He let go of his hand and let Sikong Jian fall into a puddle of mud.
Ning Yan raised his eyelids with difficulty, and the dizziness that followed made him equally uncomfortable. His body seemed to be overdrawn, and his hands hurriedly supported his knees to prevent him from falling.
Why am I so tired...
Sikong Jian lay on his back, looking at the dim light gradually brightening on the horizon, his eyes full of confusion.
"Hey, Ning Yan."
"Huh, huh...what are you doing?"
"If you are not involved in cause and effect, and do not enter reincarnation, who are you?"
Ning Yan was still breathing heavily. Hearing Sikong Jian's question, he also showed a hint of confusion and stood up straighter, "I? A well-known son-in-law in Mingzhou, a pure love god of war in the world of expressions, and a person who has been practicing for two years.
A personal trainee for half a month."
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Sikong Jian's chest felt tight and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, "I lost to you... I really can't swallow this breath."
Ning Yan sneered, looked around, picked up a piece of gravel and weighed it in his hands.
"It's okay, I'll help you breathe."
To be honest, he still didn't understand what happened just now. On normal days, he would be happy to torture Sikong Jian and interrogate him about reincarnation, cause and effect, fate, etc.
However, this demon has too many tricks. If he is allowed to catch a chance to breathe, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Curiosity can be satisfied later, but now Ning Yan just wants to end it all as soon as possible.
Sikong Jian glanced at the gravel in his hand and said, "I have one last question."
Ning Yan's face was filled with impatience: "Why do you talk so much nonsense!"
Sikong Jian stared into his eyes and spoke slowly: "If ordinary people are ignorant and do not know right from wrong, and gods and Buddhas do nothing to see suffering, how can we save this world?"
There was a hint of disbelief in Ning Yan's eyes. He actually heard such a question from a cult monster.
What is this?
Examination essay?
"None of my business."
"This is not the answer..."
"Why are you always waiting for others to save you? If you place your hope in the sky full of gods, Buddhas, or savior heroes, do they have to respond to you? Nothing is so cheap." Ning Yan shrugged and said, "My heart is the universe.
, the universe is my heart. I don’t need gods or saviors, I am my own god.”
This answer made Sikong Jian stunned. He remained silent for a while, closed his eyes and uttered three words.
"I lost."
Katcha, Katcha.
Cracks appeared in the space like a broken mirror, and soon the whole world was shattered!
Ning Yan's feet were in the air, and he and Sikong Jian immediately fell together. During the fall, golden dust began to appear around him. He looked up and saw that the golden ladder hanging on the horizon was slowly dissipating.
The Tribulation of the Illusory Heart...is over?
In this case, it's his turn!
Ning Yan clenched his fists, and the true energy after the confinement was released immediately surged back and forth in his body. A pair of red flame-shaped phoenix wings suddenly spread out behind him, and he rushed towards Sikong Jian.
Sikong Jian had long been unable to struggle, and now he couldn't even use the escape technique. Facing the overwhelming Ning Yan, he was calmer than ever before, and said calmly: "Although you defeated me this time, in fact, you and I are both others."
The chess piece in your hand, it’s a pity that you put all your efforts into it, but in the end it’s just a wedding dress for others.”
The dim light in the sky became brighter and brighter, and the light and shadow intertwined, illuminating Sikongjian's face half brightly and half darkly, and making his expression elusive.
"Do you think that our Wu Sheng Cult alone can attack Princess Youqing? Many people want to know about the secret techniques of the Shenxiao Sect, the whereabouts of the Imperial Seal, and the secrets of King Xuan."
"I may die, but Ning Yan, I will never die in your hands."
Ning Yan was shocked. He no longer had the energy to respond, because he clearly felt that in the faint light from far to near, there was some kind of terrifying existence coming.
Damn it! Hurry up!
He gritted his teeth, but no matter how hard he squeezed the air, his speed dropped instead of increasing, and finally he was frozen in the air!
Sikong Jian is already in front of him. Ning Yan tried his best but could not make any further progress. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped flowing. An indescribable power firmly locked this world!
[This child must not be kept! Your murderous intention suddenly arises, and the fierce light in your eyes is as real...]
If you have time to bark, why don't you give me some strength!
[You smile contemptuously, how dare you, a second-grade ant, try to do anything you want! As everyone knows, you are the one who truly arbitrates the flow of time! Give me the power of the third life!]
Ning Yan didn't know why the system was so obsessed with killing Sikong Jian, but he vaguely felt that if he allowed Sikong Jian to leave, it would be a big problem in the future, so he had no choice but to use the hidden trump card.
Gan! Just open it!
A door opened again in the endless void behind him, and countless stardust floated out, clinging to his body as if covering him with a layer of gauze. With the help of the power of the third life, the flow of time gradually
After recovering, Ning Yan finally moved, breaking through all the shackles and stamping his palm on Sikong Jian's Tianling Cap!
At this moment, the man above the clouds could no longer sit still and said with a thunderous voice: "Shuzi! Stop!"
Along with it came the overwhelming pressure. Ning Yan's eyes were red, his expression became more ferocious, and he subconsciously shouted out the notification sound in his mind.
"Tell me to stop? Who do you think you are?"
Boom!
Ning Yan only heard a loud noise next to her ears, and then lost all consciousness.
Before he fell into coma, he suddenly felt that he had said too much about the gods.