Beyond the Divine States

Countless fine sword marks appeared on the iron blue wall.

They are like the continuous rain like needles in spring, pouring into all the spaces in an instant, and the deep black fog also has a misty beauty in the sword Qi like rain.

Lu Jiajia stands in the air, her chin is slightly swaying, and her blue jade ring and red tassels are also lightly swaying. Her temples are slightly disordered, and her sword like neck is like jade facing the light, showing a cool and warm texture. The fairy sword is hanging on her side, and the straight sword body is full of the light of fireworks, vaguely outlining the rudiment of a young bird.

It's Xueyu Jun, who is sealed with the spirit. Now he is kept in the sword. Lu Jiajia once promised to give her body again when she killed the demon.

"Qi Ling?" The elder who turned back in shock exclaimed.

Lu didn't answer. She took a look at Yazhu. Yazhu, who had many scars on her body, was finally relieved.

"What is your state now?" Another rebel elder, asked in a cold voice.

Lu Jiajia's long sword moves with a flash of flame. Her figure also jumps to the cliff, and the sword returns to the scabbard.

Lu Jiajia didn't say a word more, and pointed to the front of her body. She wrote a straight "one", which was condensed into a virtual sword and cut out without light or shadow. A long-lived elder didn't have time to respond to anything, so his head fell to the ground, and the cut on his neck was as smooth as a mirror.

Lu Jiajia puts down the young man in his arms. Ning has not been in a coma for a long time. He still has some consciousness, but he can't tell the truth from the illusion. He vaguely sees the huge snake bones and the stone like old man, and thinks that all these are dreams. What he did in the deep valley is clearly climbing from the bottom of the peak to the outside of the peak, but he can't remember how he climbed out.

Now he only felt that he was relying on a warm and soft cloud, which he buried deeply, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.

Ning Xiaoling knelt down on one knee, and the voice of salute was crying: "Xiaoling, I'll see you."

She rubbed Ning Xiaoling's forehead with her thumb and said, "master is late."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and wiped away her tears.

The peak and valley are very deep, and the thick black fog is more like viscous liquid, which hinders the passing of the sword.

Previously, when Lu married with a rope on her back and threw herself under the cliff, she never thought that she could come up with her sword. However, when she slid down the cliff and was about to approach the bottom of the peak, she suddenly felt that the rope behind her was pressing against her.

She knew that someone had cut the rope and the people on it were in a mess.

She soon thought of what master had told her: "when you become the leader of the peak, don't believe anyone. Every practitioner who has not been able to rise for decades is a potential madman. They are not immortals, but greedy gamblers, willing to give up everything for an illusory purpose."

At that time, Lu Jiajia felt that the master had something to say, but she didn't get an answer after asking.

She knows something about that generation.

Tianku peak was originally the strongest of the four peaks, and her master was also known as the sword madman, who was recognized as the most promising person to take over the throne of the patriarch.

But no one thought that the old man, who was called sword madman, was really crazy later, and almost set off a catastrophe involving Sifeng.

Fortunately, in the end, tiankufeng trapped him with the power of lifting the peak. After that, the leader of the peak fell three times in a row, and to his death, he had only two floors in the purple court. The turbulence also killed many people in the peak.

That's the reason why a whole generation of people in tiankufeng have lost touch with each other.

Compared with other peaks, there are few deacons, teachers and worshippers in tianku peak. This peak, which was originally highly expected by the founder and hung sword star, should not have been like this.

After the turmoil, most of the monks of that generation hurt their roots and abandoned the peak to travel around the world. Some of them chose to stay in the peak. However, after that, the resources of the four peaks were seriously tilted, and the suzerain who lived in seclusion in HUanpu mountain rarely asked about the situation of tianku peak, which led to the decline of tianku peak, And after a few years, the old peak master received a female disciple as his closing disciple, and he didn't ask anything.

In the end, the death of the old Fengzhu was very sudden. There were many rumors outside. Only Lu Jiajia and a few people knew that he died in a devastating war.

Those monks who had been missed by the old peak master for a lifetime were happy, but they did not expect that he would pass on the position of peak master to the young female disciple Lu Qijia.

That year, Lu Jiajia sat in the main hall of Jianfeng, giving all those who didn't agree a fair chance to compete in martial arts. Finally, with a wonderful sword technique and an amazing sword spirit, she really entered the main hall.

Although it looks natural and unrestrained, it also sows the seeds of hatred. I just don't know who is the person behind the scenes who irrigates the dark seed, and makes it grow so vigorously unconsciously.

When the rope broke, Lu Qijia decisively cut off the lock on her back. She fixed herself on the cliff with her sword. She wanted to jump to the dragon column opposite, so as to climb up the peak slowly.

But she underestimated herself and underestimated the effect of the seven day sword.

It is impossible to control the sword to fly to the top of the mountain unless it enters the purple court.

But she suddenly found that now she is a personified sword, and the sword and human are basically in one. Her skill of controlling the sword has reached a level that she can't even imagine. She found that she can control her body to stand in the air, like a royal sword.

After finding out this, Lu Jiajia decided a lot. She was still hesitating whether to go down the peak to find someone or go up the peak to stop the civil strife of Yinfeng. When something came down from the sky.

Lu Qijia realized that it was a man. Then she held out her hand and caught him. After seeing his face clearly with her sword eyes, she hugged him and went up to the sky.

She didn't know what kind of emotion she was. At the moment when the white shadow fell, her intuition told her that it was Ning Changjiu. She didn't know why he fell from the sky, but silently took him to break through the barrier of the black fog and swept up the hidden peak which had already become a mess.

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Yazhu stood up and said, "elder martial sister, don't be soft hearted."

Lu Jiajia didn't say anything. She didn't like to be fratricidal with her classmates, and she didn't want those old things to affect this generation. But these grudges never disappeared. They have been brewing until today.

"Who's behind the scenes? You can't let it go." Lu Jiajia puts down the young man in her arms and gives it to Yazhu and Ning Xiaoling. She walks forward with her sword in her arms. The fine needle like force of the sword has become a rainstorm, as if it can shatter everything.

The elders had already died, and there were four left. They subconsciously gathered together, staring at the white shadow with a nervous look. The graceful woman's immortal spirit was gone, and her spirit was more like the ferocious ghost of hell.

Bang.

Someone's sword fell to the ground.

A middle-aged man raised his hand and said sincerely, "please forgive me, master Feng. I'm willing to tell you who's behind the scenes."

"You fool, what do you want to do? Do you think Lu will let you go? Do you think that person will let you go? " The people next to him drank angrily, trying to wake up the innocent man.

With another virtual sword, Lu Qijia directly hit the man who drank hard and fell to the ground. The other two suddenly ran away, trying to escape separately.

Instead of rushing to catch up, Lu looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "who is it?"

The man closed his eyes and felt as if he had made up his mind. Today, too many accomplices' blood had softened his fighting spirit.

But he still could not say that. Behind him, there was a huge sound like the migration of giant animals, which made the place of hidden peak shake slightly.

After the cold prison was broken, the monster and the sinner broke the cage and rushed out.

He didn't know how he died, either by a monster or by other conspirators lurking in the crowd.

The two people who wanted to escape were also stopped. The evil spirits who wanted to escape were big

Some of them are not the opponents of these elders, but their number is like the tide of an instant, so that they have little room to resist. They are hanged by chains and torn by claws.

Lu Jialing's eyes flickered. She didn't know why the cold prison was broken, and she couldn't know the name of the person behind the scenes for the time being. But she could vaguely guess that it was internal trouble, and the messenger behind it was the big man in the four peaks.

Lu can't help thinking of the four summit swords. I wonder if that man wanted to seize the position of the leader of the peak before the four summit swords?

The master of shouxiao peak has the highest realm, so it is not necessary to plan such a complicated plan. The master of xuanri peak and Huiyang peak are a pair of brothers and sisters. They have a good relationship, so they should not do such a thing for the position of the master of peak. Then the person behind the scenes should be someone who is inferior to the master of peak, but is not strong enough to covet the position of the master of peak!

Lu can't make too many judgments in a short time. The cold prison is broken. As the leader of the peak, she can't sit back and ignore it.

"Yazhu, protect my disciples for me, and I will kill the rest." Lu asked.

Yazhu answered, and so did the elders headed by the people in Qingyi.

"Lu... Married."

When Lu Jiajia was about to turn her sword into a rainbow, she suddenly remembered the tired voice of her youth.

Lu Jiajia's mind trembled. She turned her head and looked at Ning Changjiu, who was pale. She looked up at herself. His eyes were only half open, and there was no light in his pupils. Although there was no real wound in her body, she looked like a dying animal.

"Well." Lu answered with a calm voice and said, "you have a good rest first. I'll take care of you later."

Ning long closed his eyes and straightened up with the help of Ning Xiaoling.

"Be careful." I'd rather say it for a long time.

The conversation between the two is very short. Yazhu frowns and listens. She always feels some emotion outside the string, but she can't figure it out. She just thinks that it's the feeling of master and apprentice.

Yazhu puts Ning Changchang and Ning Xiaoling together with Nan Cheng, who is injured and comatose, to heal them one by one, while Lu Jiajia has already carried a sword to kill those things that escape from the cold prison.

The white shadow of the sword dress is like a cloud escaping from the corner of the eye.

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There are more than 50 connected cells in the cold prison, which are hidden in the hidden peak, so the fairy peak, which is like a paradise, is full of stories of half sin and half betrayal.

Many of the people held in the cold prison were prisoners in the history of tiankufeng or Yujian Tianzong, as well as many evil spirits.

The demons could not be killed. They were imprisoned in the cold prison because of the convergence of aura. Their existence also gathered aura for tianku peak and provided resources for the monks of the past dynasties. However, their Qihai purple mansion was broken or sealed up. They were just tools for tianku peak to absorb aura.

Years of suffering and forbearance bring irreparable hatred.

Today, the prison door is finally broken. The prisoners and evil spirits who are not as good as death see a ray of light. No matter how thin and fragile the light is, they still rush out in the meaningless life.

The ground shaking, the first out of the cold prison is a half body entangled with a chain of giant beast, the neck of the giant beast wrapped with a string of Buddhist beads, half of the body has been cut off, the wound is like a rotten and dry apple, it dragged a heavy chain, one armed hand without weapons, it can only break off a huge stalactite as a weapon.

When the white shadow came, the crippled beast could feel her strength, but she rushed over without hesitation.

Behind it, there are countless demons pouring out. Their actions are quick or slow. When several old people with shackles walk out of the cold prison, their actions slow down. Their eyes slowly look at the space that they haven't seen for many years and the light falling from the window like peak stone on that day, with a heavy look of remembrance.

At the front, Lu Jiajia bumps into the huge demon. Her sword is wrapped with white light, and her body is also wrapped with sword awn. For a moment, she can't tell who is the man and who is the sword.

They fought for only a moment, and a long white light came up in the center of the beast's body. Then its upper body and lower body separated and flew. In the gap, Lu married in a white shadow and cut off the flesh and blood, directly bumping into a large number of escapees.

When the sword fell to the ground, the light of the sword whirled around her body like a whirlwind. The stirring light of the sword was just like the dust, and the worse one was directly destroyed in the light of the sword.

"Those who return to the cold prison now can live." Lu Jiajia's voice is very penetrating. As soon as she makes a sound, the noise will be suppressed. Her voice is like a sword, which makes everyone cry.

The evil spirits are not stupid. Of course, they will not go back to prison for nothing. The smarter ones have already begun to find escape routes and want to escape in the chaos.

Between the words, a few evil spirits rushed up and wanted to bite off a piece of meat of the female Sword Fairy before they died.

Lu Jiajia sweeps the sword. The sword is as thin as water. In an instant, he cuts out a sword light as half a moon. Before the sword body, the evil spirits are swallowed up by the sword light and turned into countless pieces.

Lu Jiajia's clear eyes suddenly lit up. The light of snow occupied her pupils, and the sword in her hand was thrown out directly.

She turned around in the air like a whirling flying knife and cut off countless heads. Instead of standing in the same place waiting for the flying knife to return, she turned into a real sword and rushed past, like a white seagull walking through the Red Sea. The waves came one by one, but she couldn't dye the bright colors on her feathers.

The rest of the elders scattered to block the positions they might have fled to.

Lu Jiajia's figure is like electricity. In a few leaps, she sends her sword into a great demon's body. Her figure turns into white light and quickly goes around the demon. The sword is as bright as a silver ring and cuts it in half like tofu.

After circling the hidden peak for several times, Xianjian minglan returns to Lu Jiajia's hands. After cutting off several evil spirits, she still has spare strength. After the past seven days of training, this is her first battle. Her physical strength and sword spirit are far beyond her imagination. She feels like a snow mountain, The melting snow turned into a waterfall, constantly scouring everything.

"Marry Lu."

In the chaotic environment, someone suddenly called her name.

Lu Jiajia put the sword in her hand into the body of a skinny kid, and looked coldly at the source of the voice.

It was a long and thin man in grey. He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he used to hold it. His face was blue and white, and he hid in his hair like weeds. He stared at her and called out her name.

Lu didn't recognize him.

The man in grey began to laugh and said, "it's really you. When I first saw you, you were just a little bit old. I didn't expect that you'd come out like this now."

Lu Jiajia remembers that when she first entered the clan, there was a primary school teacher. Later, the gentleman attempted to steal the Sword Fairy of the clan and was put into the cold prison.

If I met her on weekdays, after more than ten years, she would have thought about her old love, but now she doesn't care about it.

The man in grey died soon.

But it's not Lu's hand.

It was a rickety old man who killed him. The old man held a broken sword in his hand and cut off the man's head at once. Then he threw the broken sword back to the ground and saluted Lu Jiajia, saying: "when we go down to Hongshan, we'll see you, Lord Feng."

He only said such a word, and did not do more greetings, turned and walked back to the cold prison.

This episode is short. Soon, blood spurts from the sword. The figure of Lu Jiajia in white looks like a demon who goes in and out constantly. She kills so numbly that she kills so many corpses that the hidden peak is full of blood.

They have never seen such a Lu Jia, and they don't know why she has become so powerful.

Could it be that in the unknown moment, she has secretly reached the purple court?

The more they think about it, the more frightened they are, and the more fortunate they are for their original position.

The stench spread all over the hidden peak.

Those evil spirits were finally killed, more and more returned to the cold prison, and fell back into the darkness again.

In the middle of the hidden peak, on the edge of the cliff beside the dragon column, Nancheng has also woken up. Looking at Ningchang, who is meditating and breathing, he blurts out: "elder? You're still alive... "

Ning Changjiu's face recovers some Qi and blood. He makes a silent gesture to Nan Cheng, as if he wants to keep a secret.

Yazhu hears this sound. She looks at Ning Changjiu in surprise and thinks when they met. This young generation's chief disciple actually calls Ning Changjiu as the elder?

But Yazhu soon broke her own inherent impression. She thought of the sword that Ning had killed for a long time before.

She had never seen a sword like that, as if it was not a sword but a sentence of death.

Ning Xiaoling is also quite strange. When did elder martial brother meet this young disciple, and how did he still look admiring... Well, is elder martial brother cheating again?

They meditated quietly, waiting for the result of the fight in the cold prison.

The sound of fighting came from afar, from the bustle to the stillness.

Yazhu listened to the movement there and gradually relaxed her mind. Just as she relaxed, the danger that she had been planning for a long time suddenly appeared again.

One of the bodies on the ground suddenly moved.

He didn't show any breath before, and the scar on his chest was also so real, but he didn't die. Similar to the technique of hidden breathing, he was very well hidden until this moment. The cold light in his hand stabbed out and pointed to Yazhu's throat.

Although Yazhu holds the sword, she can't make any response in such a rapid attack.

This is a sword that potential must win. The lurking man has been patient for a long time. He has already planned his route. After Yazhu's death, he won't even waste his time to entangle with other disciples. Instead, he directly escapes from a prepared secret path.

The cold light twinkled.

But that's another cold.

A sword point pierced his throat, and the sword in his hand was always stiff at an inch of Yazhu's back.

His eyes widened, and his eyes followed the pattern of the sword. He saw the hand of the boy in white holding the sword.

That hand is very beautiful. Its knuckles are as long as a girl's.

But the hand holding the sword is so firm.

Until now, Ning Xiaoling and Nan Cheng just reflected the assassination.

The killer couldn't understand the speed of the sword. He stared at Ning Changchang. He knew that his throat was broken, but he still yelled out his question with his spirit: "your realm is so weak, why? Why is your sword so fast? "

Ning Changjiu didn't even open his eyes, but he gave the answer before the killer died: "realm is used to measure the strength of ordinary practitioners, not the reason to restrain me."

Before the killer could understand this sentence, he died on the edge of the cliff covered with corpses.

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"He is also a member of the purple heaven sect." Yazhu tore open the clothes of the corpse, engraved the talisman on his back, covered the coffin and determined the way.

South Chenghao strange way: "purple heaven gate and we in the end what grudge, so many years still chatter?"

Yazhu thinks of the sacred utensils that Qiyi said before she died. She has never heard of any sacred utensils hidden in tiankufeng. She just subconsciously stares at the black fog and is uneasy.

Tianku peak is the weakest of the four peaks. After today's riot, it must be even worse.

Fortunately, the state of Lu's marriage is not what it used to be. If he can survive this ordeal, he will be a strong enough peak leader.

Ning long but opened his mouth: "there is no sacred instrument under the peak."

Yazhu was puzzled: "how do you know? Did you really... "

Ning long thought of something. He remembered that he had seen all kinds of utensils with his own eyes, which were covered with a layer of dust cloth. In the abyss, the spirits of the dead filled the air. If there were such holy utensils as Qiyi said, there would be a storm like eye in the space full of evil spirits. At that time, he had never seen such a scene.

This is that he can't judge whether his memory is real or not. He always felt that everything he had experienced was a dream... I don't know who planted the lure. Ning Changchang pursed his lips with a slightly painful look. He opened his palm and looked at the scar he pinched out with his nails in his palm, thinking about something. Ning Xiaoling also noticed the scar on the palm of her hand. She came over and rubbed Ning's hand seriously, and said, "is elder martial brother OK?" Ning long shook his head and said, "it's OK." Ning Xiaoling curled her lips and said with pity: "five fingers are linked to one's heart. Elder martial brother is injured like this. How can it be ok?" Ning long light smile, suddenly look a coagulation... Five fingers linked to the heart? Heart to heart... Heart to heart! He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have conveyed something“ Xiaoling... "Ning Changjiu suddenly called her name“ Well Ning Xiaoling is a little strange“ Do you remember that I said your little piggy bag? " Ning Changjiu suddenly asked such a strange question“ Of course I remember Ning Xiaoling has some whispers. After all, she is still a 14-year-old girl. In front of so many people, she always feels strange and can't help being shy. Ning long looked into her eyes and asked seriously, "little money bag, do you have any new copper coins recently?" Ning Xiaoling felt the mood of the elder martial brother, and her face became serious. She could vaguely understand the implication of the elder martial brother's words. She couldn't help thinking of some pictures. She had a headache. She covered her cheek, wrinkled her face and fell into meditation. Ning long knew that things would not be easy. He rubbed her head and said in a soft voice, "it's OK, elder martial brother. Just ask casually. Don't worry about it." And in the hidden peak, all the voices were completely quiet, and the residual limbs and blood washed across the ground, and dyed everything red and black. In sight, a light white dress from far to near, from fuzzy to clear, green silk like clouds, Lu Jiajia's beautiful face appears holy in the corpses everywhere, and the pure sword dress is haunted by light, not scattered blood, but not stained with any drop of blood“ Elder martial sister. " Yazhu was relieved at last. The three disciples were also obviously relaxed. They looked at the figure of the landing bride and showed a smile“ Master The tone of the three is different. Looking at them, the frost on Lu's face disintegrated. She remembered the oath she had made when she first learned sword. At that time, her master told her that all the sword cutting was for protection. She thought of these, but the blood oozed from her body and slowly dyed her flawless clothes red. It turned out that she was also injured. Yazhu was shocked and immediately went up: "what's wrong with elder martial sister?" Lu shook her head slightly to show that she was not seriously hurt. She looked up at the three disciples, but her eyes did not fall on anyone“ Let's go. " She said. Other people did not react, Ning long but very naturally stood up and walked to her side（ Thank you for the reward from book friends Qian Kun Wan Yu and Feng Yun Wu. Thank you for your support