Beyond the Divine States

The lamppost shakes and the wind blows slightly. Ning Changjiu's previous infatuation is swept away. His eyes are illuminated by the sword light. Deep in the bottom of his eyes is the old man's face like a stone statue.

The dead face of the old man who called himself the tomb keeper was also rippled by the sword wind. It seemed that he didn't expect that a younger generation would give him a sword.

But it doesn't matter what he wants or what he doesn't expect. He reaches out his finger, which is also dead gray. It seems that the wind and frost have polished it for many years, and there is not a shiver or even a scratch when he bumps into Ningchang's sword.

"Young man, what are you doing?" The words of the tomb keeper were slightly cadenced. His eyes staring at Ning Changjiu were turbid, just like the eyes of a blind man: "don't you believe me?"

Ning Changchang, of course, does not believe him. In his cognition, the one who can be trapped here should be the guilty man in the peak. If he is really a high-level practitioner, how can he not leave the courtyard in the hidden peak?

The old man took the sword and pinched the twisted blade. The trembling and buzzing of the blade stopped. He released his hand without any further action. His eyes were still calm and gentle, and he didn't blame the rudeness of the younger generation.

Ning long drew back the sword, but did not put down his vigilance: "why should I believe you?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. You're still alive, you can talk to me, you can learn my swordsmanship, and that's my good intentions." The old man's speaking speed has never changed.

Ning Changchang asked: "why do you want to stay in this dark place

The grave keeper shook his head and said, "as I said, I'm the grave keeper. Everyone thinks I'm dead..."

Ning Changjiu asked, "how long have you been here?"

The tomb keeper said, "three hundred seventy-eight years."

Ning Changjiu asked, "are you the same generation as the founder?"

The grave keeper is rarely in memory: "they are all dead, only I still exist."

Ning long frowned and asked, "who are you?"

The tomb keeper said, "you should be a disciple of the inner gate. If you have ever worshipped the stele in the sword hall, you should have seen my name..."

The name of Shizu or shishuzu is engraved on the stele. Ning has not looked at the stele carefully for a long time, and he doesn't know which one is on the stele. But he doesn't know why, but he unconsciously believes the other's words.

Ning Changjiu raised a little vigilance and asked: "you say you are the tomb keeper, whose tomb are you guarding?"

The grave keeper's godless eyes slowly looked around the black fog churning space, and the milky white light spots looked like a static moth.

"This cemetery is my graveyard." The grave keeper said: "in those days, my master and I went deep into the southern wilderness together. In the wilderness where fierce animals were rampant, we found a sky pit where countless dead bones were buried. Each one of those bones weighed a thousand pounds. In the soil around them, the broken armor and Magic weapons were displayed like fossils. We stopped there and didn't go deeper

Most of these things were brought back at that time, but most of them have been polluted. They can only be used after the aura has been washed away for hundreds of years. We could have survived for hundreds of years, but we were still influenced by the dead gods when we went deep into the southern wilderness. "

The words of the tomb keeper are more and more heavy. I don't know if it's an illusion. The stripes on his face are also deeper. It seems that as long as he sits down, he will become a stone forever silent at the bottom of the peak.

Ning Changchang still had doubts in his heart and asked, "what are you guarding? And this snake bone was also excavated from the southern wilderness? "

The tomb keeper looked at the snake bone and said, "this is also the meaning of my existence."

Ning long asked: "why?"

The grave keeper looked at the python with its head tilted upward and said, "it wants to run away."

……

This is like a prophecy. As soon as it was said, when I looked back at the bones of the python for a long time, it seemed that it had come to life. Its huge cavity bone was like countless sharp swords, and every time it squirmed, it was like the cross sound of ten thousand swords.

But it's just an illusion. Ning long recovered quickly.

There is no breath of life in the ancient snake bone. It sits quietly on the pillar, just like the carving that already exists on the Dragon entangling pillar.

Ning Changchang found out at this moment that there were many big sword like bone nails in the snake bone cone, which fixed its huge body on the Dragon entangling column, just like a specimen.

Ning long thought of the old man's introduction and asked, "is this... Ba snake?"

The tomb keeper nodded and said, "well, these are fierce beasts thousands of years ago. Their existence is even older than that of the twelve lords of the kingdom of gods. But these ancient demons are not real gods after all. Even if they can swallow a giant elephant alive, they will be killed by the gods in the end."

Ning Changchang said, "did the gods kill it?"

Looking at the skeleton, the tomb keeper looked at the most wonderful sculpture in the world. He said with emotion, "who can kill such a great masterpiece except the real gods?"

Ning long thought of the first of the three big screens in Jiantang. The picture on the black screen was the picture of a wild man riding an elephant and cutting a snake. Then he thought of the other two. One was a monster with a human face and a dragon, and the other was a big devil like a nine headed dragon. He thought that the three paintings were just based on mythological imagination, But I didn't expect that the bones of Ba snake were really hidden in this mountain peak.

The snake devil, who is only heard in legend, now occupies such a huge territory, and his heart can't help tightening.

Ning Changjiu said: "but the people of your generation are dead. Why do you live until now?"

"It seems you still don't believe me." The grave keeper sighed. His face like a stone statue showed his old state. He was silent for a while, and then he finally said, "because the second half of the Tianyu sword Sutra."

"Tianyu sword Scripture?" Ning Changjiu showed a look of surprise, which was exactly what Yan Zhou had lost and searched for for decades.

Ning Changchang asked, "the heavenly Oracle

The second half of the sword sutra was lost decades ago. What do you have to do with it? "

The tomb keeper grinned dryly. He asked, "is that what your peak master says to you now?"

Ning long did not answer.

The tomb keeper shook his head and said, "in fact, the Tianyu sword Scripture was lost more than 200 years ago... What was placed in the clan after that was just a remnant ancient scroll written by Shizu before he died."

"What?" Ning long felt vaguely that something was wrong, but could not find the source.

The tomb keeper continued: "the Tianyu sword Scripture is divided into two volumes, but the meaning of the two volumes is totally different. In the first half of the volume, all neifeng disciples can practice. Although the moves are exquisite, they are also created by Shizu in one move. They still can't be born out of human thinking, but the second half of the Tianyu sword Scripture is totally different... Shizu specially wrote the first half of the volume, To cover up the secrets of the second half of the book. "

The tomb keeper turned his head and looked at Ning Changjiu, saying: "the second half of Tianyu sword Scripture is the real... Tianshu!"

Tian Shu and Ning Chang's mind, his spirit is shaking like waves, and his dagger is almost unstable.

In his understanding, Yujian Tianzong is just a sect with several purple court experts, and tianku peak is the weakest of the four peaks. He never thought that he would fall to the bottom of the peak today, but he could touch the secret of a hundred years ago.

Ning Changjiu's spirit fretted: "is the Tianyu sword Scripture with you?"

The tomb keeper didn't hide it. He stretched out a hand. The arm was like a heavy sword. As soon as the arm was raised, a sword similar to Tianzong but different from Tianzong appeared. It was like a mirage in the desert, which made the thirsty traveler unable to tell whether the fake was a desert or a tall building.

The grave keeper looked at his arm, and a touch of pride appeared in his unchanging look.

Ning felt the sword on him for a long time.

The old man is like a living fossil. Although he is in the cemetery full of evil weapons, his body is only solemn and solemn, without any trace of evil invasion. The second half of Tianyu sword Sutra seems to have melted into his blood.

The tomb keeper takes a look at Ning Changchang. He looks at Ning Changchang's calm face and looks excited and hopeful. He seems to be eager to learn this sword Sutra, and then go out of the mountain to let the long lost sword Sutra see the sky again and ask for credit to the peak leader of his peak.

The tomb keeper continued: "kneel down in front of the stone tablet and become my disciple. I will give you everything you want."

Ning Changjiu's steps moved unconsciously, and he went back to the stone - the old man's tombstone.

Ning long opened his mouth and asked: "why do you want to talk so much with me?"

The tomb keeper knew that his heart had been shaken long ago, and his voice was gentle and powerful: "those who can enter here need extraordinary courage and great opportunity. You have both of them, and your talent is excellent. With a little polishing, you will be a sharp sword that can shock people all over the world. The most important thing is that you dare to make a sword to me, which is indescribable courage, It's also the reason why I'm really willing to tell you everything. In my life, I've never had any decent disciples. You will be my last and most proud one. "

Ning listened for a long time, his jaw lowered, as if he finally bowed to the other side, and the sword in his hand was only held severally, so long as he grasped it lightly, he could easily seize it.

Ning long bent down and knelt down in front of the stone tablet.

The tomb keeper's face showed a happy smile. He looked at Ning Changjiu as if he were looking at the most loving children in the world. Even if he was about to turn into a real stone statue, he was so kind.

Then his smile froze on his face.

The young man in front of him changed into a strange sword stand in a flash. The sword in his hand, which was easily stopped before, now pierced his firm throat.

He had no intention of killing, but the sudden sword symbolized the real death.

Ning Changjiu didn't believe him all the time. All his piety, admiration and expectation were just camouflaged emotions, just like the old man always wanted to use magic words to make him believe in himself.

But the old man was too anxious, and his bewitching had the opposite effect.

Ning long stabbed the sword again.

He filled in the only light spot in the dark consciousness.

So the sword went into him.

The grave keeper looked at him dully, his lips open, shocked and puzzled: "why? Do you want the Tianyu sword Sutra to be lost? You... Are you a disciple or not! What kind of sword are you

With the collapse of his body, the grave keeper's question can never be answered.

And when his body falls like a stone, the last two words in his mouth make Ning Changjiu creepy again.

He said, "help me."

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In the sword field, Ning Xiaoling has regained her peace. Somehow, she feels her heart is much more stable. She doesn't have those confused emotions. However, the picture suddenly pouring into her head is still like a nightmare. She has recited the pure heart mantra many times, but she can't get rid of it.

Some other disciples thought that she was frustrated just after she lost the sword. When she didn't understand the rules, she told her that the loser would have a chance to win the first place as long as she won all the way.

Ning Xiaoling listened and just nodded perfunctorily. At the moment, she didn't care much about winning or losing. She just wanted her elder martial brother to be well.

She believes that as long as her mind doesn't go wrong, she can win everyone, but what's the point? She is not more hardworking or gifted than them. She got these realms with the help of her elder martial brother.

It was a gift from her elder martial brother.

In the next few games, Ning Xiaoling is neither serious nor careless. For each opponent, she can make dozens of moves and then win.

Lu Yuanbai, who was watching the battle on one side, had a good taste of it. He thought that the little girl's moves were more vigorous and interesting than she had imagined. If she practiced more, she would be able to enter the fairyland

Well, it's just that it's equivalent to his own realm. At the thought of this, Lu Yuanbai could not help sighing and feeling sad.

Yazhu, on the other hand, can see more ways. She thought that Ning Xiaoling was the beginning of Tongxian. After all, she lit up the sword star that day. When everyone was watching, she broke through the mystery and entered Tongxian. But the more she saw the competition, the more frightened she was. She found that Ning Xiaoling and the practitioners of Tongxian didn't have any pressure on each other. Could it be in this month, Ning Xiaoling has entered the fairyland?

It's only a few months... What a gift it is, not to mention her legendary spirit, which hasn't been revealed yet.

Married elder martial sister, it was just like that, wasn't it?

At the moment, Lu has gone to Yinfeng.

There is an extremely hidden one-way channel from the main hall of the peak to the hidden peak. After entering the hidden peak, she felt a trace of fighting for the first time.

She followed her own perception and found that many of the gates of the cave were open, among which the elders of the hermit had gone out.

She felt more and more uneasy. Her heart was hanging. She didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly felt like she would never see the delicate face of the young man in white. Her heart was empty, even her heart beat could not be heard.

She didn't know why she was in such a mood, so she could only prevaricate herself on the ground that she needed the other party's Jinwu to refine her body.

She ran in that direction.

That's the center of the hidden peak.

Lu Jia thought of the abyss in her mind.

She didn't know that Ning Changchang often came to Yin Feng to practice, and she didn't expect that he would go deeper into Yin Feng... There was a ban there, didn't it stop him?

She swept past quickly.

A few elders in the peak see the peak Lord come, also gave up the body.

"What happened?"

When Lu Jiajia saw the broken cliff and the broken bones on the ground, her uneasiness came true. When the pile of broken bones appeared in front of her, her brain hummed and became blank. It took a long time for the elder to shout her words to come back to her ears.

"Whose blood is this?" There is still a fluke in Lu's heart.

Fortunately, this fluke also came true.

"This is Yan Feng's body. He escaped from the cold prison and met a man who was shut up here. They fought each other. Yan Feng was killed here. Before he died, he blew himself up and blew that man into the valley."

Lu Jiajia bent over to the bottom of the peak. The darkness in the abyss oppressed her eyes. She felt an impulse in her heart. She even wanted to jump up and go down the peak to save people.

"See who fell?" Asked Lu.

One of the elders who first noticed the movement replied, "I didn't see it clearly, but it should be a man in white."

Is rather long... Lu married no longer have any other ideas.

She doesn't know what means Ning Changjiu used to kill Yan Feng, and she doesn't care about these anymore. Lu Qijia's head was lighter. She couldn't see much expression in her eyes covered by her eyelids. After a while, her voice calmed down and said, "prepare the rope and soul lamp. I want to go down the peak."“ Never A middle-aged man immediately opened his mouth: "you've been the leader of the peak for a short time. You don't know what's hidden at the bottom of the peak!" "I know," Lu said stubbornly“ You... Oh. It's just a disciple. There's no need to do that. Just go to visit his family and send some faeries. " Lu replied, "he has no family."“ Isn't that better? " The man rushed, and felt that his statement was improper, but he didn't add anything. "So I'm his family, and I won't give up every disciple," Lu said softly“ If you are so stubborn, you will go down, but before you enter the peak valley, you will draw up a document about the resignation of the peak master. If you can't come back, you will choose the peak master according to the statement in the document, so as to avoid a bloody storm. " This request seems reasonable, but it is very tough and unreasonable. After listening to it, many people present have different feelings. They even expect Lu to go his own way and write a book. Lu Jiajia lived up to the expectations of many of them, nodded and said, "yes." At the bottom of the peak, after Ning long killed the old man, his body solidified. A light smoke appeared behind him. It is as like as two peas of old man. If he would go back for a long time, he would find that the old man looked exactly like the stone statue before. " I'm still looking down on you. " The old man just said a word and seemed to have some regrets. Then a finger was on the back of his head. Ning long look dull, many things quickly from his brain. The old man stretched out his hand, drew a door, pushed the door open, and then pushed Ning Long's body out. Ning long time back to God, he has been outside the peak. This is the bottom of the peak. He couldn't remember what he had gone through or why he was here. He just vaguely remembers that he went to Yinfeng to practice this morning, and then he wanted to see Ning Xiaoling's sword test on time. He covered his head in pain, touched the peak stone with his hand, walked a few steps, and stumbled into the open space at the peak. Then, he found that many people were staring at him at the moment. They were all wearing the clothes of the outside disciples. An old man with a persistent pen was writing something. He was a little dazed. He looked up at the young man in front of him. Seeing that he was also a disciple of the outside school, he said, "do you want to take part in the examination? What's your name? Tell me when you're ready. Let's start right away（ Half of the students' party is mobile phone code. Try to write more tomorrow (QAQ)