969 Devils And Ghosts At The River Bottom (1/2)

Tens of thousands of hopeless skeletons were in the dim and dark water, laughing softly. Anyone would feel horrific at this scene, but Ning Que's expression was unchanged.

The water around the sunken boat was getting clearer. Haotian Divine Flame was in his eyes, which lit up the surroundings. For some reason, the thousands of skeletons floating in the water looked blank once they saw the light.

These skeletons hadn't seen light in tens of thousands of years. The light was so strange but attractive to them. Then they felt infinite terror in their deep consciousness.

The bony hands around the sunken boat suddenly fell off like weathered stones suddenly peeled off and were flushed away by the current. The bony fingers remaining instantly dissipated into smoke too.

The skeletons finally woke up. They screamed and fled toward the dark water. Some covered their ears, not wanting to hear the others' crying. Others clutched their heads, as if that would make themselves feel safer. However, neither Haotian or the Buddha's world could run faster than the light.

Ning Que stood on the sunken boat and looked around. Haotian's Divine Flame lit up the dirty and dark river bottom. Countless skeletons were purified while still screaming, and turned into black smoke.

Instead of dissipating, the black smoke lingered and flowed toward the sunken boat. All of a sudden, the water darkened. As if tangible, it surrounded him tightly.

Ning Que's cutla.s.s smashed forward, but the black smoke wasn't broken. What the blade hit felt strange. It was glossy and thick, like some kind of leather or internal organ.

Along with the strange feeling, an extremely crazy and intense desire was returning from the cutla.s.s to his body as well. It was so pure that it contained nothing but greed.

Ning Que's chest was tight. Thinking of the greedy expressions in the eye sockets of the tens of thousands of skeletons, he remained vigilant. Using his Psyche Power, he expulsed the greedy desire out of his body.

An intention was a kind of desire. That desire was ignited by his abundant Psyche Power, like it was oil poured on fire. It was abruptly amplified countless times and invaded his consciousness like flaring fire.

Ning Que's heart turned numb and his face was pale. He didn't know what happened. Even if he couldn't drive this desire out, how could something like this happen?

”The black smoke is the devil,” Sangsang told him in his heart.

Ning Que was still puzzled at why these devils had neither form nor substance.

”The devil in the Buddhism is inside one's heart...the poisons of greed, anger and foolishness are part of it, but this is purer. It targets the heart, instead of the body. I'm in your heart now, and that's why you are affected.”

Sangsang continued, ”The Devil and desires invaded your body, activating the poisons.”

As the desires brought by the dark smoke gradually entered deep, Ning Que's heartbeat became unsteady. The three poisons of greed, anger and foolishness brought by Sangsang finally broke out.

Ning Que was anguished. He spat out a mouthful of blood at the dark smoke in front of him.

It sizzled. The dark smoke seemed to burn from intangible flames. Fluttering like a dark cloud blown by the wind, it seemed to be in extreme pain. The feeling of pain loomed from the depths.

Sangsang was helping him. His body was full of Haotian's Divine Flame, so his blood was also filled with the power of holy and pure splendor. Once the blood entered into dark smoke, purification started naturally.

Ning Que understood what he had to do. He held up the cutla.s.s and sliced his palm. He had completed his Haoran Qi, so his body was as tough as stone, but he did this on purpose, so his ruthless blade still wounded his palm. Fresh blood spilled out and covered the black cutla.s.s.

He looked up, gripped the handle in his left hand, and stabbed fiercely towards the dense black smoke in front him. The same sticky feeling of tenacity pa.s.sed on from the blade, but the feeling weakened as the blood on the blade seeped into the smoke. The blade sunk in more, reaching half a meter in depth.

Ning Que collected his Haoran Qi and he pounded the cutla.s.s' handle with his right hand like an iron hammer. The two powerful forces overlapped, fluctuating like waves on the river. The iron knife buried completely into the black smoke.

Countless Haotian Divine Flames spilled out of the iron knife. The black smoke struggled like a wriggling spleen. It looked disgusting and horrific.

A scorched smell came out from the black smoke. Lights arose from the cutla.s.s and spread all around at a megascopic speed, lighting up the river bottom and revealing the true appearance of the Devil inside.

The Devil inside was virtual object, intangible like the black smoke. But there were countless wraiths and desires hidden in the black smoke drooping to the bottom of the river like a curtain. Ning Que even saw his own face in it.

He knew that if the confrontation against the Devil continued, a fight at the consciousness level would be inevitable. He wouldn't fear it if it was in the past. But at the moment, Sangsang was in his heart, and he was affected by the three poisons of greed, anger and foolishness as well. In this sense, he absolutely couldn't let the Devil get inside his body. It was too dangerous.

Haotian Divine Flames continued to burn. The fire seemed to be endless. The cutla.s.s stabbed into the smoke fell loose. Ning Que stood at the front of the boat, injected Haoran Qi into his arms and pulled powerfully!

There was a loud whoosh. It was not the sound of water and it didn't come from the bottom or surface of the river. Even the biggest wave couldn't make a crash like that. It was the sound of the black smoke shattering. Thousands of wraiths, goblins and a dozen sticky beams of desire surged from the rupture.

Ning Que pretended he didn't see the disgusting and weird scene in front of him. Instead, he continued to move his wrist with his head lowered. The iron knife pa.s.sed through the black smoke, instantly cutting it into countless shreds.

The black screen was fragmented and the Devil's body was destroyed. As if a fish tank was broken, the sticky stuff transformed from countless wraiths and goblins flowed out, surging towards the sunken boat.