Chapter 285 (2/2)

A black statue.

The statue was like a human, yet it looked like a G.o.d as well. Because it was back facing the sun, its expression and body were immersed within the darkness of its shadow, thus one would not be able to see the features clearly.

The stars in the night sky were still falling.

Hundreds of millions of stars were continuously hitting the Wilderness at a more rapid speed, as they gradually destroyed Ning Que's body.

Yet after this statue appeared, those falling stars, similar to how moths were mesmerized by the fire, were attracted to it by an invisible force as they started to fall slantly towards it.

Unlike the loud noises created by the demanding falling stars when they hit the earth, these stars appeared to be weak like fireflies as they hit the huge black statue.

Hundreds of millions of stars, like a bunch of delicate fireflies, were continuously attacking, igniting waves and waves of weak sparks.

Those weak sparks were also absorbed by the black statue.

The temperature of the black statue began to rise and turned red, looking as though it had been painted blood red.

It should be very hot now, I suppose?

Ning Que thought as he stared at the huge statue blankly.

All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. As he lowered his head to look, he saw green gases coming out from his belt. It looked as if his belt was catching fire, yet he had no idea exactly what was burning inside his belt!

Ning Que was back to the real world.

He then realized that the old monk had already pulled out the blade from his chest by a few inches. The hard hilt had reached his waist and it was pressing on something in his belt. And that thing which was being pressed seemed to be burning right now! And it was making him crazy!

Ning Que stared at the old monk's bright and moisture, yet cold and heartless eyes. His hands grabbed tightly onto the hilt as he pushed it forward fiercely.

Fresh blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, like a waterfall.

He roared in pain. His feet looked as though they were nailed deeply into the rocky ground and his body leaned forward. He made use of the hard item in his belt to block the hilt of the blade as he placed his weight onto the hilt, pus.h.i.+ng the blade an inch deeper into the opponent's chest.

The old monk witnessed the blade gradually going deeper into his chest as his eyes revealed a look of disbelief.

His mental strength came into contact with Ning Que's body and disappeared into thin air in an instance. It was similar to how a cow disappearing into the sea, and the speed of loss was disquieting. Only within a short period of time, his sense of perception was gone by half!

Using Devil's skill to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth was all dependable on the precision in controlling one's Psyche Power. At this moment, the Psyche Power within the sense of perception was wilting. Naturally, the Qi of Heaven and Earth that was moving freely within the Devil's Palace could no longer enter his body. In fact, it was now flowing towards Ning Que's body!

The old monk could vividly sense the strength coming from the blade in his hands was gradually increasing.

He stared at Ning Que again, then lowered his head and took a glance at Ning Que's waist.

A very light friction sound.

Like the sound of the breeze that brushed across the lotus leaves.

The sharp blade sliced off several fingers as the broken fingers slowly fell onto the ground.

Like how the pure-looking lotus flower fell off petals by petals.

Ning Que hissed as he violently pushed the podao in his hand together with his ongoing willpower from the Haoran Sword. The bright blade stabbed deeper into the old monk's chest and penetrated through his heart.

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