Beyond the Divine States

The woman hasn't seen the moonlight for twenty years.

She was ragged and ruddy red in the dim light. The sword in her hand was very thin and light, like a long dagger. Her body was also very light, like floating in an illusory sea. As she swept through time and space, the air vibrated, and the watery track was like a long tail feather.

She often believed that women's hatred was the most easily ignited firewood.

She held the sword, and the scene that she had seen countless times in her dream reappeared in her mind.

Late at night, old houses, fires, overturned copper enamel oil bottles, broken railings, ponds engulfed by the flames, soldiers holding half a man's high shield guarding the gate, drinking with wine gourds, and a big bearded leader with a body as big as a hill.

This is the nightmare that she can't struggle to leave. In the nightmare, Shura comes to her in heavy armor. The fireworks in the mansion are swallowed by his slowly walking figure. His broad sword is still dripping blood. The little girl hiding in the corner doesn't know whether the blood belongs to her father or her mother, or other family members or servants.

She was so afraid that she could not speak. Her heart seemed to be filled with ice. As long as she grasped it a little, the coolness would break through her heart and paralyze her whole body.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She wanted to beg for mercy, but she couldn't say a word. What's more, the person in front of her was Shura ghost. How could the ghost understand people's words?

It was an unforgettable night for you and her. The fire made the sky red.

In the sound of fighting and screaming, the ghost who came to him was obviously a very incompetent ghost. He looked into his big eyes and didn't know if he thought of his daughter. He only raised the knife and scratched a scar on her face, and then went on.

After the killer walked away, she was so nervous that she was about to suffocate. Finally, she vomited. She ran to the position of the study, opened the ancient painting, leaned close to it, turned the wall over and ran into the secret road.

Then she saw many bodies on display in the secret road.

It turned out that the enemy had already found here, including father and mother, brother and brother - they originally wanted to leave their own lives, but first fled to hell.

The shadow seemed to be shaking in the distance. She couldn't tell whether she was pretending to be dead or really fainting. In short, she fell into a pool of blood.

How long after she woke up, she found herself and the valuable objects on the bodies around her had been searched, and she was mistakenly judged dead. It was really lucky that she couldn't imagine.

Then she went out along the secret road and cried for a long time in the field. She worked hard to survive. A few years later, she found the visiting immortal. Fortunately, the visiting immortal fell in love with her and became a member of Yujian Tianzong.

Her talent was beyond everyone's imagination. She entered the realm of long life in her twenties. If she had not married Lu in ten years, she would have been the most gifted female disciple in the history of tiankufeng, and even was once thought to be the new leader of tiankufeng.

But she finally made a fatal mistake.

After entering the realm of long life, her heart of revenge was too eager.

During the twenty years of practicing Taoism, she hid her hatred very well. She was clever and sensible, just to cover up the half face makeup on the scar, which made that kind of cleverness a little scary.

But she was really obedient and never disobeyed master. Even when master became the sword madman who was the enemy of the whole peak, she didn't leave. All her efforts were for the fire in her memory.

She secretly investigated many things, and finally cleared up the sequence of events of the year, and understood who her enemies were, and who those killers and cavalry were.

After many years, the killers who once had a mountain like pressure on her and showed their claws arrogantly have now become mole ants that she can kill. When she easily pierced their armor with her sword and sent them to the yellow spring one by one, her heartbroken look and her weak plea for mercy seem to be telling her, The killers who brought her whole world down 20 years ago are just illusions in her memory.

Apart from killing demons and demons, a monk can't interfere in the life and death of ordinary people. Although she has broken the precepts, she is the pride of tiankufeng. No one will criticize her or even take the initiative to do it for her.

It's just that fate is too tricky. When she was killing an old killer, she accidentally took another look. She saw his eyes. Even after so many years, even now his eyes are full of wrinkles, she still recognized that look.

It was the only look in the helmet, all she remembered.

The look made her crazy.

Of course, the killer couldn't know her. He begged, saying that his daughter was always bullied by her husband's family. If she died, she didn't know how badly she should be bullied.

She couldn't listen, so her sword fell suddenly and cut off his head. Death without torture was kindness to him.

When the dust was cut off, she broke her long life into the purple court at this damned moment, and then she was trapped in the heart of the devil. Then she lost her heart and was half mad and half awake. When the thunder came, she could not carry it. She was beaten to the road and was seriously injured.

She is crazy. She has killed a lot of people, slaughtered several villages, and has become a devil in the eyes of countless people. The only difference is that the crazy devil is never soft hearted and will only be killed.

Finally, the Lord himself broke her spirit pulse, scattered her power, and put her in the cold prison.

In these long years, she was sober, and the soberness brought her pain. She had been regretting the revenge for 20 years. She couldn't understand why her father and mother didn't like her at all, and her brother always used herself as a vent?

She had already become an immortal. Nothing in the world is more important than herself.

She hated everyone, the dead family, the ghost who spared her life, the master, the master and all the people who told jiantianzong.

Standing on a high peak, she simply recalled her life. Her life is like old wine, which should have become extremely mellow, but when it is about to open, it shakes up the dregs at the bottom of the altar.

"Is that you?" She looked at the main hall of the peak in the distance and floated slowly.

The water dark shadow who gave her a new life told her that the current peak leader is Lu Jiajia, whose talent and talent are very similar to those of her own.

So she's going to kill her.

She never felt that any other woman was stronger than herself. Even the peak owner of xuanri peak had just practiced Taoism for decades more than herself.

The old red clothes were swept up in the night wind, and the long hair showed a pale face.

She soon came to the front of the main hall.

When she came to the front of the hall, she heard a strange sound coming from the main hall of the peak, which made her murderous spirit unable to hide.

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In the main hall of the peak.

Ning Changjiu is helping Lu Jia to refine her body. His fingers on her waistcoat are covered with a touch of gold. That kind of gold is like electric light, which is conveyed to every thread that makes up the white yarn. The white yarn that covers Lu's beautiful back is also dyed into a golden net.

And her soft body also seemed to be wrapped tightly by the net, like a small animal trapped in the net, narrowing her shoulders and shaking her body.

Ning long can detect the abnormality of her body, her body has never been so bright, those cold accumulated for many years dissipated in the golden black, and all the orifices love this kind of light, they absorb the light, emit heat and temperature, just like the sun scattered in the body.

Her purple court is bright, and the sea of Qi is illuminated like a golden elixir.

She felt that she was clearly wrapped in clothes, but she seemed to be seen at a glance. Although the hot temperature was not real, it was a kind of burning in the Taoist realm, which was even more unbearable. If there was no one here, she would tear off her clothes and rush directly into the cold pool behind the main hall of the peak.

She now toes curled tight, the body as tight as a bow, one hand holding his clothes, one hand stroking his belly, trying to fight against the body burning vertigo.

Lu Jiajia's silver teeth clenched, her eyelids closed and trembled. She suddenly felt that the skirt she held in her hand was so smooth, as if if the whole dress would melt in the golden light as long as it was reheated. Her fingers groped into her lips and bit it gently. The moist heat filled her fingers like scallion tips, and the pain brought her a brief soberness.

She calmed down a little, and with the other hand she pinched out a lotus sword formula.

She began to try to separate the spirit, so that the main consciousness fell into a coma, while the other consciousness, such as the ignorant saint, watched his change coldly, just like the supervisor, watching the craftsman's porcelain or iron casting seriously.

This kind of fault

Cheng went on for a long time.

Lu Jiajia suddenly felt that the Lingtai was clear, and the desire generated by the burning sensation faded in her mind. The sound of the waves gradually faded away, as if her body did not belong to her.

She is just a real sword, a sitting statue of Guanyin. Any emotion can't stir up the waves of pity on her face.

By chance, she has stepped into a new realm. She can feel that Ziting is only one step away from herself.

From Ning Changchang's perspective, Lu Jiajia's back is straight again, and the curve between her back and waist is soft again. Her calmness is also perceptible, as if all the external feelings are nothing.

Ning Changchang is a little dissatisfied with the current state of Lu's marriage, but of course he won't destroy the Tao created by Lu's marriage. He just worries about whether Lu's marriage will become a human weapon without desire.

But that was quickly broken.

After all, Lu Jiajia is not the real purple court. This kind of transcendent realm can't last too long, and the spirit of emptiness can't achieve real emptiness. Then any emotion and desire, even if it seeps into a little bit, will be like weeds and vines after the spring rain, climbing madly full of consciousness.

In the emptiness and fullness of the Taoist realm, Lu's thoughts fly back. Although he has a deeper understanding of the Taoist realm, if he peeps into the purple court in advance, the negative effect is that he will bring a lot of spiritual nothingness.

In a very short time, she changed from sword to human.

After biting her fingertips and oozing blood, she snorted and leaned forward abruptly. With her arms propped up, she half prostrated herself on the cold ice jade bed. Her reversed sword clothes hung down, and the lights reflected more jade like colors.

However, if the training was interrupted suddenly, it would do great harm to her body. Fortunately, Ning Chang's fingers seemed to stick to her back. As Lu Jiajia's body fell forward, he also leaned forward.

"No... stop." Lu's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Ning long certainly won't stop. He has a sense of propriety. If he stops now, it will cause irreparable damage to her body.

Lu Jiajia couldn't bear it. Her long hair fell down and covered her red face. Her arms supporting her body gradually bent, and finally her whole forearm bent down and pressed on the jade bed.

This is the scene that the woman in dark red first saw at the window.

From her perspective, Lu's clothes are half shed, her back is bare, and she is lying on her knees on the bed. A young man in white bullies her and doesn't know what to do. All in all, Lu's face is exposed and her voice is murmuring.

"Even you deserve to be the leader of the peak?" The woman looks fierce, and the scar on her face is like a knife that will fly out at any time. She grits her teeth and thinks that she has broken the adultery between the peak master and his disciples, and her anger and hatred are hard to contain.

She couldn't hide her emotions since she was crazy, and now she couldn't bear to be stimulated by this scene.

"How dare some people compare me with this kind of slut who can't hold himself by desire?"

The woman looked at the scene, the sword in her hand had been raised slowly.

She originally thought that the two people in the desire of sinking could not detect their own hands. After all, her strength has recovered to the peak. Under the cover of the night, she should have been the best killer of tiankufeng.

But the moment she raised her sword, two people in the room noticed it.

The first one to notice is Lu Jiajia, who has a higher realm. The sound of her sword's heart shatters the Taoist realm she creates temporarily. She is aware of the intention of killing outside the house and can't judge who is coming. However, the burning sensation of her body makes her hands and feet soften. For a moment, she can't urge the intention of the sword.

But behind her, Ning Changjiu made a quick decision, stretched out his hand, and cut out the candles on all the lamp posts in the main hall of the peak.

The hall was black for a moment.

The woman peeping out of the door looked cold. She subconsciously opened her sword eyes, but this action also exposed her to each other's eyes.

She immediately closed her eyes and wanted to hide her figure again, but it was too late. A sword had broken through the window and shot at her eyebrow.

The first reaction to the body of a woman who has lost her power for 20 years is weakness. After overcoming her weakness, the sword has pierced her heart. Fortunately, her reaction is not slow. In a very short period of time, she grasped the body of the sword, pulled it out and twisted it into an iron bar.

"Dog men and women."

The woman scolded, then the window broke, and her figure rushed into the dark main hall of the peak.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia are no longer on the cold jade bed.

"Let go of your hand!" Lu Jiajia gave a low drink.

"No, it's over ahead of time now. The previous half month's efforts have fallen short." Ning long embrace her body, fingers still against her back, Lu married can't do too much resistance, always feel the posture at the moment like a little girl.

"How much longer?"

"Half a moment."

"Hold on, I can still make a sword!"

"Good."

Ning Changjiu nodded, but didn't take charge of the assassin. On the one hand, he refined the body for Lu's marriage, and on the other hand, he carried out the hidden breathing skill of Taoist gate and plundered to the back door.

Although they use the method of gathering sounds to form lines, the fluctuation of the utterance still makes the woman aware. Her figure glides over the floor tiles, which is like the shadow of a fish scurrying by. She stabs into the dark with a sword. She feels what she has stabbed. A long sword is a bloody garment.

The injured man is Ning Changjiu. He said nothing, and his face was very cold. He flew towards the back door with his wife.

But they underestimated the speed of the killers. The second sword was coming in a flash. If it wasn't for the natural suppression of outsiders in the main hall of the peak, the fierce sword could even kill all the bricks and stones on the ground.

Ning Chang was also an outsider, and his action was blocked in the main hall of the peak, so he couldn't completely avoid the aggressive sword of the killer woman, and a very long bloodstain was cut out of his back.

Ning long body shaking, pain brought about by the spasm makes it difficult for him to respond, only fingers dead on the back of Lu Jiajia, strength is big, as if to want to be deep in it, with it.

Lu Jiajia feels the power of her fingers. She is hot all over. Her mind keeps pulling between soberness and vagueness. Ning Changjiu's finger force makes her realize that he has been hurt.

Lu Jiajia would never allow herself to sit and wait to die under his protection. With a clear rebuke, she once again forced herself into that state of Tao. Her mind was clear and clear, and her mind seemed to be beyond the soul of her body, but she dominated everything.

The idea moves slightly, the immortal sword bright wave breaks the scabbard, buzzing.

The light of the sword flashed like electricity.

The sound of the sword was so familiar that the woman immediately recognized it as the Zhenshan sword of tianku peak, which should have belonged to her.

Jealousy made her hold out her hand and try to catch the lightning. But she moved slowly. The lightning slipped away from her fingers and fell into Lu Jiajia's hands. However, the restless sword air hurt her fingers and left a burnt black color.

Lu Jiajia is over and stands with a sword. Ning Changjiu holds her waist in one hand and her vest in the other. They stand back and forth. Lu Jiajia knows Ning Changjiu is injured, so she doesn't move at all and holds the sword to face her opponent.

They opened their eyes at the same time.

The woman looked at the tiny red jueli's face, and her heart moved. Even if she was a woman, she felt intoxicated, but this intoxication made her want to pull out her sword and scratch a scar on her face.

He looked at the hand wrapped around her waist and sneered: "what a couple of dog men and women are still lingering together at such a critical moment? You are the leader of tianku peak. If you let manfeng know about it... Oh, look at your appearance, I'm afraid the disciples outside thought you were an iceberg fairy, didn't they? "

Lu Jiajia is silent and stares at the woman in front of her. Her eyes fall on her scar. An unimaginable idea flashed through her heart and she says in a cold voice: "are you Bingrong?"

"Ice face?" The woman hesitated for a while, then laughed: "I don't remember my name, I didn't expect you to know."

Lu had never seen her before. When she started, Bingrong had been imprisoned in the cold prison for several years.

But she had heard master talk about her many times.

If she is not crazy, she will be her best elder martial sister.

But she was crazy. When master was crazy, someone pulled him back, but the elder martial sister was crazy. The big mistake she made was no longer worth being pulled by others.

"How did you get out?" Lu Jiajia was shocked. She supervised the restoration and prohibition of the cold prison with her own eyes. On that day, the hidden peak was in chaos and the ice could not escape. Of course, it was even more impossible after that.

Rather long

After a long time, I think of more things.

He understood what he had noticed in the past few days.

It is reasonable to say that today's cave peak is in decline, and the snatch of aura should be far inferior to other peaks. But on that day, the wind of aura was just as usual. Because it was too common, he subconsciously sensed the abnormality, but he could not figure out the origin of the abnormality.

Today, he finally figured out that it was because there were some experts in tianku peak.

This master is not the woman named Bingrong in front of him, but the one who gives Bingrong the strength to help him escape from the cold prison.

I can't figure out who that person can be.

After a brief "greeting", Lu and Bingrong began to make swords almost at the same time.

They share the same division. One is the best female disciple 20 years ago, and the other is the best now. Their swordsmanship is also the same way. They almost know the root and the bottom when they make a move.

Ning Changchang is convinced that if Lu's marriage is prosperous, Bingrong will never survive. But at the moment, Lu's body is inextricably refined, and the heat of her body is eroding her spirit. The Tao she creates is also in danger, and it can't last long.

Bingrong's figure is in a flash. The next moment, what remains in place is a broken shadow.

And the extremely thin and light sword in her hand is close to Lu Jiajia.

Bingrong Qishi is the sand snow style of Tianyu sword Sutra, while lujiajia uses the mirror flower style. After both of them are ready for power, they use the same way to enter the river. In the dark, their sword light is annihilated after the collision, and countless cracks are broken on the bricks and tiles on the ground, stretching to the far distance.

The two swords collided with each other.

They put their swords against each other, and Bingrong's arms pressed against them. In the sound of steel friction, Bingrong's light sword brushed against the clear waves and reached jiane all of a sudden. She turned her wrist and wanted to leak her sword through the gap of Lu Jiajia's defense and directly cut into her heart.

Lu's wrist vibrated, and the sword body suddenly moved. Before the sword cut in, she shook it away. Although the woman's arm holding the sword was blocked, when she turned her body, the other hand directly palmed Lu's forehead.

At the moment, Lu Jiajia is protecting Ning for a long time like a hen protecting her cubs. She can't avoid Bingrong's attack directly, so she has to reach out to meet her.

With a slap, Bingrong's palms hit her wrists. In the great power, Lu Jiajia and Ning Changjiu slip. In the main hall of the peak, the darkness is suddenly illuminated. Bingrong opens her arms. At her center, the long sword is silently suspended.

The sword is generous and bright.

This is the sword cut by Lu Jiajia in the imperial city of that day.

"Let go!" Lu's wife murmured, but it was too late.

The training is about to be completed. Ning Changchang is not willing to give up at the moment, which makes it impossible for Lu to cultivate sword body in the future.

At the critical moment, disagreement is fatal.

At this moment, Lu's Tao is almost lost, and the burning sensation surges into her body and mind again. Countless emotions are magnified in the fire, which will greatly disturb the speed of her sword.

Sure enough, Bingrong's sword had already begun, but she hadn't put her sword in the right place. When Bingrong's sword came, she had to turn attack into defense.

Their faces were clearly illuminated by the rainbow like sword Qi.

"What qualifications do you have to be the leader of the peak when you are so weak?" Bingrong felt her shaky heart of the sword and pushed out the sword angrily.

The two men's swords collided with each other, which aroused the sword fire all over the sky and illuminated the main hall of the peak.

Their sword Qi then collided with each other, and their disordered sword spirit was like countless throwing knives, which immediately broke everything.

The shock congealed into a huge wave, which directly overturned Lu Jiajia and knocked them back. The back door of the main hall of the peak was broken. Lu Jiajia and Ning Changjiu fell back and flew out together, like a stone, into the cold pool behind the main hall of the peak.

Bingrong stood in the same place, looking at the splashing water in the cold pool, sneered and shook his head gently.

"Cough..."

In the huge impact, they ran into the bottom of the cold pool. Ning long coughed, and the cold water poured into his mouth and nose. He quickly held his breath and let the transparent water hold up his body like a huge palm, holding them back to the water.

Bingrong came out from the back door of the main hall of the peak.

She looked up at the moon, then looked back at the huge hall.

The fire of the mansion more than 40 years ago and the memory of Tu village and Tu city when she was crazy 20 years ago all come to her mind. She changed from an unarmed person to a devil with a sword.

She never felt that she was wrong. She never felt that she was a poor person. What she hated most was master. He was crazy at that time. Why could he not understand himself?

Bingrong covered her face with a sneer, tears overflowing from her fingers, which should have been her dry things.

But she didn't know what a good opportunity she had missed when she was looking at the moon.

When Bingrong came to the edge of the cold pool with his sword, Lu Jiajia stood up with his sword.

Her clothes floated on the water like a snow-white water lily.

Her skirt was soaked in the cold pool water, and it was cold and wet and close to her slender thighs.

Her long hair was also wet and covered her body. At the moment, her face became very quiet, quiet and deep. Her body in the moonlight was like the best jade carving, and also like the painstaking work of the best court painter. In the beauty of frost and snow, Bingrong was so crazy that she wanted to split her body and occupy this attractive skin.

But she sensed that the breath of Lu's marriage had changed abruptly. The woman who had no fighting power in front of her seemed to be coming out of the scabbard at this moment. The cold light she showed made her retreat.

But Bingrong was not afraid. On the contrary, he aroused more fighting spirit.

It's my long cherished wish that I can make a sword again, let alone such an opponent?

Bingrong thinks of the man he killed. The man never knows that his death originated from his tender heart.

When she killed him, she didn't have any women's benevolence. Even if she chose him 10000 times, she would kill him. She enjoyed the pleasure of killing the good heart, although it became the key to her being trapped in the evil heart.

She thought it was the most satisfying sword in her life.

But now, her spirit has reached the top again. She believes that she can cut a sword that is very strong and fast, and she can't pick out any flaws.

The two men looked at each other and then swore again.

The bright moon in the sky has been robbed of its color.

In the middle of the two, the cold pool rolled up a dragon and submerged them.

This is Bingrong's most satisfied sword. She is impeccable in every aspect. Even now, Lu's wife is only equal in the face of her sword.

But she died.

She died of a side stab in the throat.

That's the sword of Ning long.

Although he knows that Lu's next sword can kill her, he will not give Bingrong any chance to fight back or give information.

Bingrong looks at the front, the fire in his eyes goes out gradually, and then he falls into the cold pool with a plop, and the blood comes out.

Lu Jia lowered her sword and said in a soft voice, "turn around and I'll change my clothes."

Ning long did not respond, he cut out the sword, the body directly fell to the ground.

Lu Jiajia exclaimed in a low voice. She found that Ning Changchang's back was soaked with blood, and her sword scar was very deep.

She didn't care about anything. She rushed to him and held him in her arms. She looked down at his pale face and had a bad feeling in her heart.

She immediately dispelled the thoughts in her heart and healed his wounds, but his back was already bloody and fleshy, and forcing Qi would only make the wound more torn, which was just the opposite.

This time, she didn't hesitate or waste time to find other orifices where she could pass the Qi. Instead, she bent down and printed her petal like red lips.

The disciple's life is at stake. He is only healing for him. When the lips and petals meet, and the true Qi is like water, Lu's thought is like this（ PS: thanks for the reward of hongyan'er and Zen Mind!! Thank you for your support. Thank you to all the readers who have praised the author and read the original. Your support is the biggest motivation!)（ I hope you can download the Zongheng Chinese website app to support legitimate reading. The author updates thousands of words every day, and the daily subscription income is about 50 yuan. It's really sad.)