Beyond the Divine States

When Ning Changjiu's last sword came out, all the shadows in the sky returned to his body, and the domineering sword Qi also disappeared at this moment.

They seem to be in a dark night, and this is extremely dark heaven and earth, the dog suddenly swallowed the moon, so all the light disappeared, everything visible was filled with darkness.

The knife in the hand of the boy in black is like dry sand. It loses its stickiness and begins to dissipate.

He looked at Ning Chang's strange posture and wanted to laugh. But looking at this stab into the throat of a sword, but how also can't laugh out, throat mouth can only send out "box box" sound.

The young man in black was full of doubts. He wanted to ask something, but he would rather not give him a chance. The sword Qi was like magma rushing by, and countless red lines were lit up in his body. Those lines were like dense blood, which would burst out of his skin at any time.

"Stop it Ten have no roar, Dao sword break box but come out, toward protect mountain big array chop.

Pecking at the nine baby FA Xiang, Jin Wu chirped, and under his feet, the FA Xiang began to dissipate.

The boy in black even has the ability to break the void in the purple court. He thought he could escape the sword of anyone here, even the Lord of shouxiao peak, who is called Jing Yangxia.

But he was stabbed by the sword.

He didn't understand.

Do you want to understand this sword? Do you want to understand whether the Jinwu is the same as the one 3000 years ago.

At that time, the bird who was really comparable to the King Ming of the golden winged Mirs was the God in charge of the ten eyes kingdom.

Now how could it be the size of a sparrow?

The sword fire in his body exploded, and his body burst. He was like a black curtain torn to pieces. After the explosion, black pieces were scattered like paper money.

The explosion of the air mixed with flame light, lift rather long white agitation, ink hair after Yang.

Ning looked back for a long time and looked at Lu.

He frowned slightly. I don't know if it was an illusion. When he looked far away, he saw some tears twinkling in the corner of her eyes.

At the moment when the boy in black exploded, Shiwu's face was extremely cold.

Behind him, shishiyi and another Taoist priest raised their heads at the same time, and the Dao sword was sacrificed. At the same time, dozens of Zhang high Dharma bodies were set up behind him.

"Do you have to go back?" Jingyangxia beat the wooden scabbard around his waist, and the Bixiao sword broke and hung in the center of the mountain protection array.

Rather long cover chest gently coughed a few, the body obviously lost a lot of strength, shoulder pulled up a lot.

Ten have no to stare at rather long, thought of some past events, ask a way: "you that sword call what?"

Better not answer for a long time.

Shi Wu obviously heard Jing Yangxia's exclamation earlier. He determined the origin of the sword and continued: "the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra... Why did a younger disciple learn the thing you lost decades ago

The second half of Tianyu sword classic?

Jingyangxia, the former leader of shouxiao mountain, made many people confused. Now they are even more shocked.

The loss of the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra is known to everyone in the peak.

That's a long time ago. It's said that the culprit is Yan Zhou's uncle who was imprisoned in shuge. But this generation's patriarch, immortal Hanchi, was a real genius. If he had not lost the second half of the sword Sutra, he would not have been able to break through at the top of the purple court.

But now a young disciple has used the move of the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra?

Is there any secret about the Lost Sword Sutra?

Not to mention a disciple, even the master of Sifeng, but Lu Jiajia knew that he had learned this sword skill secretly from Yan Zhou's sleep. Does it mean that Yan Zhou imprisoned himself in shuge not because he couldn't find the sword Scripture, but because he had already found it and had been secretly practicing it?

Thinking of this, Lu Qijia thought of the old man's kind face and felt cold in her heart.

If so, what is Yan Zhou's plot?

Ning Changchang's idea is different from that of Lu Jiajia. He thinks that if Yan Zhouzhen steals the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra, it is extremely difficult for him not to be discovered by the patriarch. Even if the patriarch doesn't find out, he will keep this secret well, so that he will not know that he shuttles between shuge and Yinfeng with a small flying array every day, and he can still sleep peacefully.

But if so, Yan Zhouhui's swordsmanship in the second half of the book can't be explained.

Ning Changjiu didn't answer the question of Shi Wu directly, but said: "what do I have to do with you? If you still have the owner's credit, go out of the peach curtain. "

Jing Yangxia was shocked and puzzled about this matter, but at the moment of the enemy, he also suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart, saying: "if you are aggressive again, the mountain protection sword that has not been produced in a hundred years will come out today."

Shiwudao: "I want to see the power of the mountain protection sword without the Lord's sword."

Jing Yangxia said angrily, "do you really want to go back?"

"Who said my disciple lost?" Shiwu said

Jing Yangxia said: "in full view of the public, do you want to confuse black and white?"

Ten no sneer.

All of a sudden, the wind blows again on the sword field.

Ning sighed for a long time, but the golden black on his shoulder was blazing.

On the sword field, there was a long black light. A figure was outlined and pieced together by many black lines. It was the boy in black again. Only this time, his manner and appearance were much more mature.

"Fool." The young man in black stared at the fragments of his clothes on the ground and scolded.

According to the legend, jiuying has nine lives. As long as one head remains, the rest of the heads can be repaired by themselves. Therefore, only by cutting it nine times at a time can we really kill it.

Half of the legend is true. Jiuying has nine lives, but the head in the middle can't be repaired after being cut off.

Although it can still survive with the other eight heads, without its real brain, not only the strength of jiuying will be greatly reduced, but the other eight will also kill each other.

Three thousand years ago, nine babies were cut off, and the most important head in the middle is still missing.

When Zitian daomen rebuilt jiuying, for fear that it would kill each other, he stuffed the consciousness of eight heads into the body of the teenager they created.

Until the nine baby completely put together complete, and then let this young and nine baby fusion.

Ning had guessed these things for a long time, and he could even think that at this moment, the people of Zitian daomen had moved jiuying's remnant bone outside liantian Town, and let the python connect with jiuying.

Previously, when he was in liantian Town, he thought about letting Lu Jia kill the python with a sword, but he gave up that idea at that time.

On the one hand, the python is also a creature in or near the purple court, which is extremely difficult to kill. On the other hand, in liantian Town, everything can be a painting. Like the black python, Zhang Jieyu must have thought of countless ways to protect it.

If you really want to kill it, it's only outside liantian town. But at that time, nine babies have already become. Who can cut off the nine heads continuously?

Now in front of them, there is almost no solution.

But he always felt that he had missed something.

He looked back, and suddenly saw Ning Xiaoling looking at herself. Her eyes twinkled, her face turned white because of fear. She waved her fist to herself, as if she had something urgent to tell herself.

"Do you want to die again?" Ning long stares at the boy in black and asks.

The boy in black coagulates his black sword again. Instead of looking at him for a long time, he stares at Jinwu on his shoulder.

"Who are you?" The boy in black asked again.

Ning long ignored him. After his previous sword, he felt more deeply about his kendo. Now he is confident that even if jiuying uses up his seven lives, he can't beat himself.

They fell into a confrontation again, and no one took the lead.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a roar of fury came from the sword field.

Jing Yangxia took a look at the mountain protection array. There was a crack on the array. The crack was so thin that he couldn't detect it if he didn't look carefully.

The law of jiuying space can not only regard the big array as nothing, but also have the ability to destroy it directly. This is also the reason why Shiwu is really confident and fearless.

Until now, they found that the mountain protection array had been nibbled by the nine baby's law.

"Mountain protection sword!" Jing Yangxia burst to drink, no hesitation.

Four sword lights of different momentum lit up almost at the same time.

Shi Wu and the two Taoist masters also sacrifice Dao sword at this moment and cut to the mountain protection array.

They never intended to keep their promises.

This kind of sword competition is just a child's fight. How can it really influence the trend of the overall situation?

The match ended by force, and Zitian daomen overturned the chessboard, showing the sharpest sword.

In the previously peaceful world, the sword light surged up in an instant like a snake trying to swallow the sky and swallow the earth, opening a bloody mouth to the whole four peaks.

Above the four peaks, the mountain protection sword is formed.

It was a huge sword, hanging high on the top of the four peaks.

The body of that sword is like the combination of dozens of ancient dragons. It has only a general shape and no clear blade. But it just appears. The ancient murderous spirit seems to have rushed to the wind for thousands of miles and come here.

Shiwu stares at the sword with a dignified look.

It is such a sword that has oppressed the gate of purple heaven for hundreds of years.

Now, as the sect leader of this generation, he can become a really powerful sect as long as he cuts through the sword. From then on, there will be no rival in daomen, and even the top of Nanzhou.

His heart was surging with tension and heat.

This sword is condensed, and the tip of the sword points to the boy in black.

The young man in black's mouth curved a little. His body tilted back, the void cracked, and the whole person split and sank in. Then, behind Shiwu's back, the Black Gate cracked, and the young man walked out of it, smiling and bowing: "master, help me."

Next to Shiyi, another Taoist raised his head.

The Taoist priest was also a big black purple robe, and her face was hidden under her hood. At this moment, she finally looked up, and people found that she was a woman.

Ten no also hope to her.

"Thirteen rain hours, are you ready?"

Her name is shisan Yuchen. She is the only woman among the four Taoist masters. She is also the least prominent one among the four Taoist masters. There are few stories about her.

Thirteen rain Chen still did not take off the hood, pointed chin moved, seems to nod.

Then, she raised her hand, four fingers down, thumbs up, and then the whole palm along the arm suddenly pushed forward, like an umbrella general suddenly open.

"The way of heaven is one, and all things return to their original state."

The woman's voice sounded without emotion: "Huaxu."

As her voice fell, several purple robed Taoists immediately sealed the seal behind her and surrounded the thirteen rain hours in the center. Countless purple lines, like straight electricity, crisscrossed among them.

The boy in Black said with a smile: "sister Yuchen is very powerful. I'm afraid the whole Nanzhou is out of the ordinary?"

Thirteen rain Chen has no emotion ground to reply a way: "do own business."

The boy in black gave a faint smile.

Shiwu and Shiyi look at each other.

They are the strongest two in Zitian Taoist sect, but even if they joined hands before, they couldn't defeat immortal Hanchi. But if they live in a group of dragon without leader today, what are they afraid of?

The two Dao swords were combined in the air, and the light was no less than Tianzong's mountain protecting sword.

The two swords were locked in each other, like two huge clouds, slowly approaching and colliding.

The boy in black didn't look at the sword. Instead, he focused on the sword field.

The smile on his face suddenly dispersed and he exclaimed, "where are people?"

Ning has disappeared for a long time.

At this moment, the four immortal swords of Tianzong are gathered to make the mountain protection sword, and the two strongest men of Zitian Taoist sect also greet each other with the Dao sword. And the Taoist leader shisan Yuchen, together with the boy in black, pries the mountain protection array and tells the sword of Tianzong's life and death. Everyone is nervous to the extreme, so they don't pay more attention to it.

"Where are you going?" Lu Qijia noticed him, but she was in control of Xianjian minglan and couldn't get away.

Ning Changjiu said, "I'll see Yan Zhou."

"What do you see him doing?" Lu said? If he knows that you have practiced the sword, he will kill you. "

Ning long looked at the crumbling mountain protection array, just said: "believe me."

Ning Xiaoling also ran over and said eagerly: "elder martial brother! I... I think of something. "

Ning long walked towards neifeng and asked, "what's the matter?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "before... Before the sword test meeting in early spring, some pictures suddenly appeared in my mind. Then you asked me if I remember anything. I remembered that night, but when I went to see you, you were not there, so I forgot all the time..."

I'd rather keep my brow locked.

In this world, a person's memory is difficult to be really erased. After the huge outline is outlined, the dusty details will be stripped off.

Ning Xiaoling's simple words made him feel a little headache. Then, he saw the outline shrouded in fog.

"What do you think of?" Ning Changchang asked.

Ning Xiaoling said: "snake! There is a big snake's bone wrapped around the dragon's pillar. There are many lights and objects all over the ground... It seems that there is still a person! "

Ning long steps slightly, he closed his eyes, countless pictures suddenly rushed into my mind, those pictures are like a fuzzy nightmare, separated by a lot of gray and black fog, in the confused lights a little show its true appearance.

At the bottom of tianku peak... Lamp posts, sacred utensils polluted by evil nature, big snake with white bones, old stone statues.

Along a line, these hidden memories are uprooted.

Ning Changjiu finally understood why he was so sure that the snake in liantian town was one of jiuying's heads, because his subconscious was telling himself that the real Ba snake was in other places - its bones were at the bottom of tianku peak.

But who is that old man? Why did he tamper with his memory?

Tomb keeper

What's the use of snake bones?

Ning Changchang can't figure it out for the moment, and there are more urgent things waiting for him.

"Thank you, younger martial sister." Ning Changjiu said: "if I don't come back, remember to send the magic snow lotus to the imperial city and give it to Zhao xianger."

"Ah... Elder martial brother, what are you going to do?" Ning Xiaoling held his sleeve and refused to let him go.

Ning long rubbed her head.

Around him

He broke off Ning Xiaoling's fingers one by one, and then drew a small flying array to find the position of the book in the book Pavilion. As soon as his body sank, the two spaces overlapped. Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared on the peak and turned to appear in the book Pavilion.

Looking at the empty front, Ning Xiaoling thought of what her elder martial brother had just said and wiped her eyes. She knew that her elder martial brother had gone to the book Pavilion and wanted to catch up with her. But she bit her own arm and calmed herself with pain. She told herself that she could not make trouble for her elder martial brother any more now. The bad guys outside came and she wanted to drive them away with her master.

……

"What are you doing here?" Yan Zhou raised his eyelids and gave him a look.

Ning Changchang said: "Yu Jian Tianzong is in danger. Do you want to sit back and ignore me?"

"I'm just an old man looking at the book Pavilion. If they want to step in here, I'll kill people immediately," said Yan Zhou in his voice

Ning Changchang said: "it's time for me to come to the end when I have been imprisoned in shuge for so many years."

Yan Zhou said: "I have made a blood oath. If I can't find the sword Sutra, I will never leave the book Pavilion."

Ning long closed his eyes and was silent for a while. Suddenly he said, "master, you should have died a long time ago."

"What did you say?" Yan Zhou frowned.

Ning Changchang said: "when I came to shuge on the first day, I felt that you were in a very wrong state, as if you were going to die at any time."

Yan Zhou said with a smile: "the old man is like this. I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow after sleeping... Yes, I'm going to die."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "but you have been living for so many years."

Yan Zhou said: "the long life realm can still live for 200 years. What's so strange about the purple court realm living for hundreds of years? When the sword sutra was stolen, I was hurt by it. If not, I would not be so old now... "

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Tianyu sword Scripture is a sword Scripture that must be killed. It will not be hurt, it will only die."

Yan Zhou's hands closed his sleeves, his breath gradually calmed down: "what do you want to say?"

Ning long stare at his eyes, ask: "now alive, really is Yan Zhou shishuzu?"

"What do you... Say?"

The old man's pupils suddenly burst.

……

"There are spirits in all things, especially in the sword Sutra, which is originally a divine thing." Ning long speculated about what happened in those years: "many years ago, the Tianyu sword Sutra gave birth to an instrument spirit. Like all life in the world, the instrument spirit yearns for freedom, and the first thing it needs to do to get freedom is to break the cage in front of it. So he bewitched the nearest watchman, that is, shishuzu you. "

"You were deceived by the spirit of the sword Sutra and let it out... But the Lord arrived soon. The spirit doesn't want to be sealed any more, but it also feels that it can't become a real free person, and its existence must rely on the existence of objects. " Ning long speaks fast but clearly.

He stared at Yan Zhou's eyes and continued: "so he thought of a way to parasitize. He put the Tianyu sword Sutra into your body and made you a container for parasitism. So you were injured at that time... In fact, it's not that the spirit wants to hurt you to escape, but to polish your body directly into a form that it can accommodate. "

"Then the Lord arrived and saw that you were seriously injured. He learned from your mouth that the sword Sutra had fled." Ning Changchang said: "in fact, it's the sword Sutra that occupies you, and the damage caused by the sword Sutra is enough to make you die... But once you die, it will also be exposed, so it has been killing you all these years."

Yan Zhou listened to his words, the broken pupils gradually re condensed: "how... How possible?"

Ning Changjiu said: "the sword Sutra has been hidden in your body, so you can feel its existence, but you can't find it in the library. It's always hidden in the back of your mind. Shishuzu, in a sense, you are the sword Sutra... "

Yan Zhou asked, "then... What does it want to do?"

Ning Changjiu gave the answer: "looking for the next body that can parasitize."

Yan Zhou's face turned pale, as if he was a little old again.

Ning Changjiu explained: "at the beginning, he forced your body to open up as a container, and almost killed you directly. But if you were still like this, other people couldn't bear it... So he kept looking for someone. Finally, he chose me. In his eyes, I was the only one who had the hope to learn the sword Sutra."

Ning long thought of the scene of practicing sword in Yan Zhou's dream, and said: "he deliberately pretends these sword moves as sleepwalking. He wants me to learn them. After I learn the sword Sutra, he can parasitize me, leave Yujian Tianzong, and then nibble at my consciousness and become a real" human. "

"Nancheng also told me that he had seen me practice sword in my dream." Yan Zhou said suddenly.

Ning Changchang is stunned. He understands why Yan Zhou picked Nan Cheng and asked him to go to Yinfeng to shut up. Why did Nan Cheng practice the sword body? That should be the bewitching of the sword Sutra. If Nan Cheng practices the sword body, he may be qualified to practice the sword Sutra and become a container for him to escape.

He wants to see a miracle in Nancheng, but Nancheng practices his sword and almost dies.

"After so many years of waiting, I finally got a me." Ning long voice with sadness: "happy?"

Yan Zhou also wanted to understand a lot of things. He slowly got up, looked at his body, pressed his hand on his chest, as if to shovel into the flesh and blood like a shovel, and dug out the soul deep in his body.

"So... So." Yan Zhou chuckled slowly: "it's a shame for me to lose the sword Sutra in my whole life... It turns out that I'm a fan of the game." Ning long quietly looked at him, waiting for an answer“ You're smart. " For a long time, Yan Zhou raised his head again. At this moment, his voice has changed, and he has become childish. He can't even distinguish his gender: "it seems that I haven't lost my sight." Ning looked at him for a long time and knew that the spirit had turned back and occupied Yan Zhou‘ Yan Zhou said, "now you want this old man to give you a sword, but I can kill him at any time." Ning Changjiu said, "tell me your conditions."‘ Yan Zhou said, "I don't want to go back to that cage. Today I can help you with your sword, but you have to let me into your body and take me away, OK?" Ning long way: "I promise you."‘ Yan Zhou said coldly, "don't try to cheat me. In front of me, you can finish the rest of the six styles. You can't run away when you want to." Ning Changchang smiles. If it hadn't been for the delay in refining Lu's body, he might have learned the sword Sutra. If it had been, Yan Zhou would have died unconsciously, and there would have been another parasite in his body. Even if it's him, I'm afraid. Ning long wrote down these six movements, and then said, "I want to ask the opinions of master Yanzhou." He replied, "what's the old man's opinion? Without me, he would have died. " Ning looked at him stubbornly for a long time. Qi Ling sighed, and his consciousness sank. Yan Zhou woke up. He looked so old that he couldn't even lift his crutch. He knew what Qi Ling had said with Ning for a long time. The old man laughed with relief: "it's ridiculous to be lost in the game for decades, and to be a puppet without knowing himself... Today, it's no harm to die..." Ning Chang bowed deeply, "The great justice of shishuzu," he said The old man burst into laughter and tears. In tianku peak, the sword Qi suddenly rises 300 Zhang.