Beyond the Divine States

Under the cover of jiuyu, Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger thought they could drag on until Mrs. Bai's divinity was exhausted and her body collapsed. After Mrs. Bai's death, Zhao xianger uses jiuyu as his sword to directly cut away the crumbling world and let them leave first. In this way, the balance of Fengdu will not be destroyed. Then they will try to destroy the Fengdu from the outside, so that those who are still alive inside can see the light again.

But all this was destroyed by a series of crazy behaviors of Mrs. Bai.

There is no glimmer of light on the sky, lit up the fire.

It was the sword fire with her body as the sword, and it was also the corpse fire on the white bone body.

On the Bank of the yellow spring, the girl in plain clothes covered her eyes with black cloth and forced herself not to see the fire coming from the sky. She covered her ears and was so scared that she could not help shouting a name: "Hanfu."

That's the name of black impermanence.

The girl in plain clothes thought that she was just like a broken long bridge with him, and she could see him again sooner or later. At the moment, she didn't know that her adoptive father was dead, and the fear of the city's destruction crushed everything.

There are countless flowers in the stone crevice beside the yellow spring. The petals of those flowers are very thin, only a little thicker than the hair. They are slightly rolled up, slender and fragile, and will be broken when the wind blows.

They are the flowers of the other side.

At the moment, the death of the city's collapse condenses into their enchanting petals. Their existence is only for the funeral of the city, and their blooming and destruction are just moments.

It's like when the clouds gather, it will rain, and the thunder will follow after the electric light.

When the red flame cut through the sky.

In this city, even the oldest and most powerless old woman knows that the city is going to be destroyed.

If they don't even have time to perform any ceremony, the city will be destroyed in an instant.

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On the bed, Ning Xiaoling props up her injured body with difficulty. She also feels the breath of destroying everything. She even has no time to put on her shoes and runs out barefoot directly. She shouts Ning Changjiu's name and runs towards Mengyi by the faint hook of her heart.

In the dark, a hand caught her.

"Elder martial brother!" Ning Xiaoling screamed, and her body was dragged in the past.

Ning long saw him, relieved, he turned to look at Zhao xianger, voice urgent way: "in time?"

The question is whether Zhao xianger has time to cut out a space crack and take them away from the city that is about to be destroyed.

Zhao xianger raised her head, but her eyes were very calm. She shook her head and said, "it's too late."

Ning long clenched his fist and nodded silently.

There was a determination in their hearts.

Zhao xianger touched the surface of the ancient umbrella with his fingers and suddenly said, "when my mother gave me this umbrella, she told me that this umbrella is called Qingcheng, and this sword is called Qingguo."

With these words, she walked out of the shadow of nine feathers and waved to the sky.

It was like a meteor, dragging a long flame tail down the white lady slightly turned a little direction, toward the position of Zhao xianger dive over.

"This umbrella is called Qingcheng." Zhao xianger repeated it again.

Ning long understood her meaning.

This is what the lady expected of her.

Now that the city is in decline, how can she be alone?

This is her city.

All of Mrs. Bai's consciousness has gone away. At this moment, she can be a young girl, an old man in a reclining chair, or an old woman weaving lanterns. No matter what it is, she will turn into a sword in the end.

The intense death burns into the red lotus fire of hell, so the horror of death becomes incomparable beauty.

She is now shaped like a feather snake, and her burning body is like a moth in the fire.

Zhao xianger opened the red umbrella, and all his spiritual power was on the surface of the umbrella.

Ning long stretched out a hand, also held the umbrella handle, Ning Xiaoling also stretched out his hands with scars, firmly held together.

They raised their umbrellas in the direction of Lady Bai's sword.

Boom!

It's like a huge thunder exploding in this city, and it's like the door of hell is suddenly broken, and all the evil suffering scenes in the world are shown and then destroyed with the burning fire wave.

The surrounding houses were flattened in the huge shock wave, and the living or dead people in the houses disappeared in an instant.

In the middle of the fire wave, the ground was sunken for several feet, and the red umbrella sank abruptly

Whether it was cold or blazing flame, it seemed to slow down along with all the time.

The city was in turmoil, the dam of the yellow spring cracked, and the gravel rolled into the river and quickly melted and disintegrated.

The nearby flowers on the other side were crushed by the raging waves, ending their short bloom.

……

The surface of the red umbrella is still not broken, but the bone sword has torn a hole, the sword edge is down, a little forward, if Zhao Xiang'er raises her head, you can see the tip of the sword pointing directly at her eyebrow.

Even if they poured in all their strength, today's red umbrella is still rapidly killing its spirit. The surface of the umbrella is getting thinner and thinner, just like a piece of window paper, which needs to be punctured at any time.

When death is approaching, people's brain seems to rotate rapidly, and all the overlapping pictures overlap in a very short time, with scenes of light and shadow crisscrossing.

Zhao xianger looked at the flowing fire on the umbrella surface, and involuntarily sounded the flaming clothes behind the layers of curtains.

She knew that her mother was not real most of the time. Most of the time, she was accompanied by a shadow of nothingness.

Not that she doesn't care about the world, but that she's not in time.

Only three years ago, as in the past, she looked at the sunset as she woke up by the noise outside the door. The bright shadows of her three thousand west country were scattered like bubbles. She was very angry and opened the door and beat everyone. The last one seemed to be a bit fierce in holding the sword. She broke her sheath only. But she knew that if the man still dared to pester, she would certainly kill him.

Seeing that they were no longer entangled, she said from the bottom of her heart: "I watch the sunset in your highness. Why do you bother me?"

That day, she came back to the house, and her mother called her to the curtain. At that time, her clothes were dirty because of the fight, but she didn't dislike it at all. She reached out and touched her head with her hand. She will always remember the feeling at that time. In the red skirt with complicated patterns, the white hand, like the most gentle wind in the world, slowly disordered her long hair.

She looked up and saw her mother's face - a face she could not remember now.

But she always remembered the surprise and shock when she looked up, so that she looked at her face many times in the mirror, thinking about why she was like an ugly duckling when her mother was so beautiful.

Memory in a short period of time in a hurry, she opened a line of eyes, looking at this and their own hard support of the young, heart quietly asked: "mother, is he the fiance you selected for me? If it was him, why didn't he come to see me before he was sixteen? If it wasn't for him, why is he always pestering and haunting? "

This thought just started, in the heart suddenly another voice asked: "if he is your own choice?"

On the red umbrella, the strong flame rose to the peak. Zhao xianger suddenly opened her eyes and knelt down on one knee. Her teeth were clenched tightly, her body was shaking constantly, and her sallow men's clothes were also flying in the wind. She was staring at the front, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to her eyebrow, getting closer and closer, as if it could run through the umbrella in the next moment, Stab yourself in the head.

The bricks and tiles on the ground had already broken into powder. She clenched her teeth, and her voice was almost squeezed out from the crevices of her teeth: "Oh... I chose it myself. Is my vision so bad..."

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Ning long also thought of many things.

I think of my years of practicing in the Taoist temple, the elder martial sister who enjoys her chestnuts as soon as I enter the mountain gate, the second elder martial brother who is quite easygoing but has a good sense of sword. I think of the Third Elder martial brother who wields a sword and is a beautiful picture. I also think of the fourth elder martial sister who is often not on the mountain and who hunts demons all the year round

There are also painters, craftsmen, crazy old women, and black girls who make a living by fishing in Dahe Town. The little girl often sends a fish to herself, so that she can take it to the Taoist temple's release pool to release herself and accumulate merits.

The last picture stops when he is 16 years old. He sits by the cloud cliff for an afternoon, looks at the sea of clouds for an afternoon, and imagines the appearance of his fiancee far away.

The elder martial brother told himself that the little girl was very beautiful, quite like the elder martial sister when she was a child.

Ning Changchang admires the elder martial sister very much, so this sentence doesn't make him excited. Instead, it makes him feel that if he accepts this marriage letter, it's disrespectful to the elder martial sister.

So that day he folded the marriage letter and handed it back to his elder martial brother.

At the same age of 16, the fiancee, who once lived only in his fantasy and regret, was close at hand. They held the same handle and resisted the same sword. They could see the fatigue, sweat, and burning killing intention on each other's faces

The insistence of death.

Zhao xianger doesn't know.

But he knew she was his fiancee.

He felt that he should like her.

Except for the night when he woke up from coma and saw her in her boudoir, he never really got along with her peacefully. Even now, in a month, they are only separated by one room, and his daily routine is that he was knocked down with a few punches, and then he was severely beaten on the ground.

Even if it's part of the plan.

They always walk on the blade of life and death, which is very different from the peaceful life of the previous life.

The huge pressure on the surface of the umbrella made him kneel down with Zhao xianger and Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling was the most seriously injured. After she knelt down, she was almost unable to hold the handle of the umbrella.

Ning helped her for a long time.

His power was drained quickly. He looked at Zhao xianger and thought that if they died here together today, they would be buried together. Before he died, he would tell her everything, even if she didn't believe it.

They knelt on each other, holding the handle tightly. They opened their eyes and looked at each other. They all knew that they were at the end of each other. But the sword still pierced down little by little, and there was no tendency to extinguish the surging flames. They could almost be sure that even if they died, they could not offset even half the sword. To make matters worse, Mrs. Bai's divinity was burned in the fire of Honglian prison. Although she was still a sword, she became Mrs. Bai again. So Fengdu's rules accommodate her. All the people of the highest level of the whole city are gathered in the west of the yellow spring at the moment. The inclined city is more difficult to prevent from collapsing to one side. Without ten breath, even without Mrs. Bai's sword, the city will collapse. Zhao xianger and Ning opened their eyes for a long time, and their pale faces finally appeared a shallow smile. This is the moment they are waiting for. One of the original plans, the result is also directed to this moment. Although the process is a lot of thrilling because of the complexity of sudden changes, fortunately, there is no deviation from the expected outcome. It's all part of the plan. Ning Changjiu released his hand holding the handle of the umbrella, and the light appeared around him. He stretched out his hand and drew the flying array. Previously, he left a brand-new array in place, which was originally left for Zhao xianger, but because of the sudden change, it interrupted the follow-up. And now he's connected to that one. Zhao Xiang'er gave a clear rebuke and used her last strength to hold up the ancient umbrella. She raised her head. The red wave made her eyes and eyebrows all crimson, and the tip of the sword was only one inch close to the center of her eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, at the end of the yellow spring, the light of the array lights up, and Ning Long's figure is outlined in the light. At the moment, the sky and the earth are tilted, and everything is tilted to the West. Fengdu will try to find a container in the east city, pour all his strength into him, and try to maintain a temporary balance to prevent his own destruction. This is the container. His body has been chiseled by Zhao xianger countless times in this month, and each punch is for him to better accommodate these forces today. He understood that his body also had a layer of shackles, which locked his realm firmly. In the previous life, when he entered the temple, the eldest martial sister knocked a chestnut on her and opened the shackles. But in this life, he has to rely on himself. Fengdu a month, all efforts are for this moment. He will use the strength of the whole city to break the shackles of his body! The darkness between heaven and earth flooded into his body. He opened his eyes, looked at the fire on the other side, looked at the dark night, his whole body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, what familiar things in his body broke through everything and roared. He growled with it. He held out his hand and pointed to the sky, his eyes shining with pure gold. There is no moon in this world. It needs a round of red sun to send out light and tear up all the darkness. Now he saw the sun. In the sea of Qi, the purple mansion finally opened, holding out the bright red sun of Phnom Penh. It's his innate spirit, and it's the light that he shines through the night（ Hasty code change after change)