Beyond the Divine States

The waterfall mountain is not surrounded by a real waterfall, but by a number of water like curtains falling from the peaks. This kind of curtain is higher than the peach curtain, which is called the boundary curtain.

The main hall of the peak is towering. There are no beautiful Xiarui and beautiful flowers on it. Only there are countless pines and cypresses. It looks like an ancient mountain.

At this moment, the original towering mountain, the monster like nine baby is standing.

Its legs are stepping on the rock at the bottom of the peak. The python like head in the middle is raised high, and its eyes are staring at the sun. The remaining eight heads are fixed on the peak like arms. Behind them, the long tail falls down along the rock mass, from the peak to the cloud and fog on the mountainside.

The hall of the Lord is surrounded by the huge body of jiuying.

There are lights on the curtain, which are not reflected, but flow down like waterfalls, forming one light waterfall after another.

It is hidden in the distance of the four peaks. Only when the landscape array is opened, will it be exposed in the field of vision.

At this moment, the landscape array has been opened.

The orientation of the four peaks and the location of huanbaoshan are like a house with a sharp top. The four peaks are connected into a rectangle, while huanbaoshan is at the top.

After the opening of the landscape array, all the qi movement of the four peaks is like blood in the pulse. With the beating of the heart, it is transported to the hall of the Lord. On each peak, the originally bright lingguo and Linghua are gradually eclipsed.

At this moment, looking around, huanbaoshan is like a pillar of light.

"What are you going to do?" Shouxiao peak is shaking.

Jingyang Xia came out with a Bixiao sword and fell from the sky. He wanted to break the flowing landscape array. The sword was powerful. In the blue light, the ground cracked for tens of feet, but the foundation of the landscape array was deeper and hard to shake.

The peak owners of xuanri peak and Huiyang peak also came out with their swords.

"What's the matter?" Xue xunxue is surprised.

Xue Lin quickly understood: "Han Chi has gone against the mountain and river array, and wants to live alone in the whole Tianzong, the remnant of Qi Yun and spirit power!"

Xue xunxue frowned and said, "how can it be like this?"

"Don't meddle in this matter. I'll do nothing but break it and then stand up. When I melt the bone of jiuying and take the volume of the sword Sutra, my three hundred years of Tianzong will be in the present." The immortal Hanchi opened his mouth, and his voice echoed through the four peaks. Even the disciples who covered their ears could hear it.

The three peaks looked at each other.

Jingyang summer gathers sound to form a line: "sacrifice the sword to protect the mountain?"

Xue xunxue shakes her head gently: "I don't know where Lu's wife is."

Xue Lin took a look at the sky and said, "it seems that there is a disaster coming?"

He looks at Tianzong's chessboard. The four main peaks are like the four corner seats on the chessboard. He not only wants to win chess, but also wants to take the whole chessboard into his pocket.

"Lu Yuanbai, a disciple of tiankufeng, is unforgivable for covering up Tianzong's sinner Ning Changjiu and disobeying his master's orders. He should be arrested together with Ning Changjiu for the same crime." The voice of Han Chi real person rings out again.

On tianku peak, his projection was cut off by Lu Yuanbai.

Rather long back landing married, his sword blade in the hands of numerous notches, scars.

"I'd like to give the sword to those who capture them, and then give them to the supreme sword formula of Yujian Tianzong and the elder of the future Hall." Hanchi made a very attractive promise.

What a glory it is to give each other a sword? It's almost the successor of the next patriarch!

What's more, it was the patriarch himself who said this.

Many of the elders of Qingxiu in the hidden peak of the four peaks have moved their minds. Most of them set the upper limit as soon as they were born. Decades of cultivation may be futile. The words of the patriarch give them a chance to break through the upper limit of talent.

Most importantly, it seems that the conditions of the suzerain are not difficult.

Ning Changjiu's brilliant performance today is only a disciple of the younger generation after all, while Lu Yuanbai, a disciple of the younger generation, has never heard of him.

"Lu Yuanbai..."

A quiet and elegant woman suddenly stood up in the sun peak. She held her heart in one hand and held the sword on her waist in the other. Her eyes flickered: "how is he?"

"Well? Do you know him? " Beside her, a man asked.

The woman closed her eyes and stood still for a while. Then she slowly sat back and shook her head and said, "I forgot."

The man gave her a deep look.

At this moment, a fight started from tianku peak.

All the swords and clothes are on their way to tianku peak. Today, there are not many monks in Changming peak, but there are always more than 20 in total.

Lu Yuanbai didn't leave the top of tianku peak. He was confident that Tianzong's long-life realm was basically a mob. He had been repressed for a long time in the past. Today, he is going to fight every monk who dares to come to Tianzong. He also surprised those who once looked down upon him and called martial uncle Weiwu.

Lu Yuanbai was afraid that other people would not know what happened here. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat and cried out: "today, the evil road Hanchi is in trouble with Tianzong. Here is Lu Yuanbai, the righteous Knight of tiankufeng. He is guarding the peak by himself and will not give up!"

The sound reverberated on the four peaks.

It's just that many of the disciples who were amazed at the secret of martial uncle Lu felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. They thought, martial uncle, are you still a few years old who was poisoned by the martial arts stories?

"Lu Yuanbai?"

"Is it uncle Lu? That uncle Lu who does nothing in the corridor every day? "

"Yes, it's uncle Lu, the king of Loudaokou who drinks everyday and doesn't get serious."

"Not much to drink."

"Not even wine!"

"But I didn't expect him to be so powerful..."

"Let's go and see Uncle Lu!"

Listening to their conversation, Ning Xiaoling took a worried look at Yazhu and said, "elder martial brother, it seems that the situation is not very good now."

Yazhu patted her on the shoulder and said, "don't worry about it."

Ning Xiaoling didn't know how to explain, but said seriously: "it's true, elder martial brother seems very tired now..."

Yazhu sighed, hugged the little girl beside him, and comforted him: "I may not know much about these days, but I'd rather live for a long time. The boy's life is hard and he has many tricks. I think they can't help him."

Ning Xiaoling also has confidence in her elder martial brother, but she can vaguely feel his mood and know that he is in a bad mood now, which makes her very worried.

"Martial uncle Yazhu, I want to go out." Ning Xiaoling said.

"What are you doing out there?" Yazhu asked.

"I want to go out and kill people." Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously.

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Ning long encountered a cut-off in the mountainside of tianku peak.

Among the trees without cherry blossoms, a sword stabbed at his back.

Ning long ignored, and the sword stabbed Lu's cocoon and broke.

The broken blade shot away, spinning at high speed, making a circle on the side of his body and cutting toward his waist.

Ning long figure meal, stretch out two fingers to intercept the flying blade, turn back to wipe.

The assassin's horizontal sword resisted, but Ning Changjiu held the blade directly and stirred it into a scroll. At the same time, he turned his finger and the blade shot out at high speed and nailed it in his throat.

When a killer dies, the cherry blossom on the ground suddenly explodes. Another man who has been lurking for a long time gets up in a posture of uncovering the coffin and attacks Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu has already noticed that when he gets up, he grabs the sword which has been solidified into hemp and stabs him. The sword pierces his chest without any obstruction, He was nailed back to the ground again.

In mid air, there are people who cherish their lives to assassinate with flying sword in the distance.

Ning Changchang, who wants to get rid of the entanglement at this moment, has to build up a power, so he doesn't give the other side the chance to cherish his life. After he smashes the other side's flying sword with one sword, he directly focuses on the spirit, erasing the spirit brand of the other side's warm cultivation in the flying sword, making the flying sword his own.

Ning long hold eyebrows, flying sword in the air and go soon, then dip in blood and back.

After killing three people in a flash, those monks who were crazy in mind were calmed down and didn't rush to do it again.

"Ning Changchang, you are so bold that you dare to kill Tianzong elder." Someone yelled: "if you don't give up, you will be broken today!"

Ning long stopped to escape to the peak of the figure, he back landing married, turned to look at those people, said: "you also want to die?"

There are several flying swords hanging on the mountainside of tianku peak. On the swords stand human figures, like a boat in the empty sky.

They originally thought that Ning Changchang would escape to the foot of the mountain first, and then they could form an array in the open and surround them.

But in their eyes of shock

Light, rather long but holding a sword, turn to them.

There are more than ten of them. Each of them is a practitioner of long life. How dare you?

Ning long no longer spoke. After a short run, he stepped on his feet and rose from the ground. The sword in his hand brought continuous shadows.

He was like a kid carrying a coffin. His killing intention and sword spirit were erratic, like a wisp of fire in the underworld.

At the moment when he was in the air, several elders knew that they all flew out with swords, formed an array in the air, and then, together with the great array of swordsmanship, pressed toward the direction where Ning Changjiu was.

This sword array is called Baigong. Although it was formed in a hurry, it is by no means an ordinary one. On the contrary, it has a high level of quality. When Tianzong went into the world to hunt demons, this sword array was the quickest and most effective move. I don't know how many demons he killed.

When the sword array was about to touch Ning Changjiu, almost everyone held their breath subconsciously, but the next scene made them gape. When the sword array touched Ning Changjiu, it seemed to touch a virtual shadow, and went straight through without splashing any blood.

The exchange between the virtual and the real is just a moment.

Ning long stood on a man's sword with cocoon clothes on his back, and the flying sword sank quickly. This sense of weightlessness made the elder panic. For a moment, he could not remember the way to control the sword. Ning long grasped his wrist directly and let him end his life in the posture of suicide.

The array will break without breaking.

Ning long feet hard, the sword with the body fell into the peak.

There was a golden light in his pupils.

"Rather long! At this time, there is still room for turning back. Don't make a big mistake! "

A sword is like a waterfall.

Ning Changchang stretched out his hand and turned his palm from inside to outside. He tore the sword waterfall to pieces with a pull of both arms. Ning Changchang handed out his fist and only shook the other side's chest.

With a bang, the elder with the sword slipped out of the hollow. His chest clothes were broken, revealing the sunken goggles.

The rest of them surrounded Ning long and round, but they didn't dare to rush in.

Rather long face does not change color, calmly proposed: "you hit Lu Yuanbai, don't bother me."

With that, he took control of the sword and flew down the mountain.

When some elders still hesitated to pursue them, it was suddenly said that Lu Yuanbai at the top of tianku peak seemed to only hurt people but not kill people.

Everyone looked at each other.

At the moment, Lu Yuanbai, who is at the top of the peak, is still not sure what he is going to face. It won't be long before he will be harassed by the stinging elders and run away with his sword.

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In the hall of the patriarch, a figure of an old man in grey robes slowly emerged beside the real man Hanchi.

"I'm just a junior disciple, and it's worth inspiring people?" Asked the man in grey.

"He is not simple," said Hanchi

"It's not easy, you wake me up?" The grey robed man has a quiet voice.

Immortal Hanchi said, "the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra is in his hands at the moment."

"What did you say?" The man in the grey robe frowned: "is the sword Sutra here again?"

Han Chi looked at him and asked, "didn't the previous patriarch show you the sword Sutra?"

"The Tianyu sword Scripture is a divine scroll that only the patriarch can read. Even I haven't seen it." The man in grey said regretfully.

Immortal Hanchi said, "thank you for coming out of the mountain and helping me get back the book. At that time, I'd like to join the sword Sutra with the old man."

"What?" The grey robed man's eyes moved, but he shook his head: "it's against the rules."

"The rules are made by people." Immortal Hanchi shook his head and said, "the past patriarchs didn't want to hand over the sword scriptures, but they were afraid. I'm different from them."

Looking at him, immortal Hanchi said sincerely, "the old man has been in charge of the temple for many years and has made great contributions. He deserves this honor. What's more, the disciple has killed many people in the peak now, and he doesn't want to see the four peaks continue to be in chaos, does he?"

The grey robed old man also looked at him and said, "you should take jiuying as your body and be careful to fall into the evil way."

The real man of Hanchi said with a smile: "I cultivate the evil way with human beings, and then turn the nine babies into human beings. No matter the evil way or the evil way, it can be turned into the way of heaven! At that time, one step into the five paths will be the beginning of our revival. "

The old man in grey looked at him and said nothing.

……

When Ning Changjiu came from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, he encountered two more interceptions, but they all saved the day.

He's in a bit of bad health.

All the sources are the sword that he combined with the spirit of the sword Scripture to cut with all his strength in the cold prison.

Tianyu sword Scripture must be killed, or it will suffer a lot.

That kind of backfire is like thousands of ants crawling over his body, tormenting him all the time, and his internal injury was aggravated by the sword that he had decided to use.

"Lu Jiajia, what are you doing? Why does it take so long to break a heart robbery? Ning Xiaoling is better than you Rather long some angry, think oneself daily for your body, help you polish the heart, but how you still so do not strive!

In the sky, dark clouds have gathered, which is a sign of thunder disaster.

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Lu married back when she was a little girl.

She walked alone along a long street, where people came and went with strange faces.

Relying on the scattered routes in her memory, she came to the middle of an old street.

It was a close grained door with copper nails.

A little girl ran out of the door.

Lu and she looked at each other.

The little girl is very thin and small, and her clothes are old and yellow. Her face is thin and sharp, but her cheek is very white. If she is washed clean, she may still look beautiful.

Lu Jiajia watched her walk carefully by her side. The little girl didn't dare to breathe, as if her breathing was blasphemous.

After waiting for her to leave, Lu went to the well and looked down.

She found that she was five or six years old. She was wearing a white skirt, a dignified bun and a decorative wooden sword at her waist. She looked like a little Sword Fairy.

She looked at herself in the well, bent down and threw a stone, smashing the shadow in the well to pieces.

Lu Jiajia is not lost in the dreamland of demons. Although she does not immediately realize that she is robbing, she also realizes that it should be something similar to a dream. Only when she looks from left to right, the traces of the house wall eroded by years are so clear. Every scratch can be touched clearly, and she can feel its bumpy and uneven.

As the ruts rolled across the street, she dodged.

The old man with white beard was leading a horse. The carriage was carrying goods. Several trotting soldiers were following him. His clothes were worn out and his face was covered with dust. The people nearby were whispering and talking, as if they were some distant dialect.

All this is so true.

Lu Jia hesitated for a long time.

"Marry!" Behind her, someone called out her name.

It was a woman in luxurious clothes. Her hair was decorated with gold, her face was slightly heavy, but her bearing was graceful.

Lu Jia answered subconsciously and went over.

The woman squeezed her hand and walked forward, saying, "Oh, little ancestor, where have you been? The immortal master has been waiting in the room for a long time. People have come all the way here. Can't let people wait for a long time? "

"Immortal master?" Lu asked.

"You little girl, is your head broken? Today is the day for you to worship your teacher! The master of Xianzong wants to accept you as an apprentice, saying that you are a good embryo that is hard to meet in a hundred years. " "Ah, I've asked. Even if you go up the mountain, you can go home for the holidays. When you become an immortal, don't forget your mother. Remember to come back often."

Lu Jia murmured vaguely, and then she was led by the woman into a big mansion.

Today's residence is very lively. People come and go, with lanterns and colorful decorations. The golden bowls and silver chopsticks in the lobby are put in order, and the pink faces and jade hands are upside down. They talk and laugh. When they see Lu's wedding, they all crowd up. The stars are like the moon. The women smile and help her to give way.

Lu didn't pay attention to them. She seemed to feel something. She stood on tiptoe and tried to pass through the crowd and look in a certain direction.

When the woman saw it, she quickly pushed away the crowd and took the little girl to see the immortal master.

The immortal master was sitting on a chair that should have been abandoned.

The craftsman who made the chair obviously lost his hand. The chair was bulky and vulgar. If it had not been for its excellent material, it would have been broken and used as firewood.

But when the immortal master in white sat on the chair,

The chair was endowed with special magic power. It looked like a delicate deer, lying under the immortal master.

The immortal master got up and turned slowly.

Lu Jiajia held her breath, and then she was disappointed that the immortal master was wearing a white mask.

I don't think it's very good-looking. If it's beautiful, why should it be so?

"This is to avoid the world." The immortal Master explained that his voice was young and calm, but it gave people a feeling of city.

Some familiar answers.

"Marry, call master quickly." Said the woman.

"I don't cry. He's not my master!" Lu Jiajia doesn't know why, but she always feels that something is wrong with her partner. She even has a kind of chilly feeling. It seems that when the partner takes off her mask, she will see a fox like face.

Lu said angrily and turned to run.

It took the woman a long time to get her back.

In the end, Lu and he formed a nominal master and apprentice, but Lu had a conflict in his heart and never called him master.

Their ancestral gate is a fairy mountain beyond the world.

Once back at the gate, the white fairy master took off his mask.

It was a young and delicate face.

The lines of his cheek are like knives, axes and chisels, with the male's unique hardness, but his eyes are soft, with a quiet smile.

Looking at this face and the silent white clothes, Lu Jiajia felt some intimacy in her heart.

However, whenever she wanted to speak, she felt extremely resistant. In a word, she didn't want to kneel down or call him master.

Five or six-year-old girl came to the clan and became his disciple.

Although young, this master is not as arrogant as the young man Zhang. He is erudite and gentle. He treats himself as if he were his own.

In the twinkling of an eye, I don't know how many years have passed.

As she grows day by day, her hair grows longer and longer. She grows from her shoulders to her waist and then rushes over her waist towards her ankles, like the branches of a willow tree in spring.

Finally, one winter, she cut off her hair with her sword.

This year she was eighteen years old.

Her swordsmanship is very high, and there are few opponents in the clan. And the things that master can teach her are less and less. When the two dolls communicate, they talk about some trivial things in the clan or interesting things in the past, and she always smiles when she listens to them. When they sat alone, Lu's mood was the quietest.

After so many years, master's face hasn't changed at all. She still likes to wear white clothes and looks beautiful, just like a forever young man.

Lu Jiajia once thought that his white clothes were too plain. Then he secretly opened his wardrobe and found that dozens of clothes were all white.

Time is like water. In a twinkling of an eye, it will be several years.

This year, at the age of twenty-four, Lu Qijia was already young. She was slim and graceful, slender and graceful, elegant and beautiful. She wore a sword in a white dress. She was as beautiful as a celestial being. She was graceful and graceful, far from earthly.

She is the most respected fairy in the whole clan.

But I don't know why, in her original practice, her realm suddenly fell into a bottleneck. This year, she said goodbye to her master and decided to go down the mountain alone to kill demons and Demons and seek opportunities.

The imperial city of the state of Zhao is full of thunder and rain.

From Qifeng lake to Changjie, her opponent is an old fox with an unfathomable realm. She finds that her sword skills, which she has practiced for so many years, are useless.

When life and death are in trouble, she stands on the long street. There is a sound of thunder in the sky. As soon as Lu's marriage to Lingtai is clear, she seems to wake up from a big dream.

The heavy rain all over the sky hit her.

"The devil's heart is robbed..." she watched the old fox come to her, and the consciousness that was covered in the heart finally came to the surface uncontrollably.

The original experience in the heart evil robbery is in the past, and suddenly becomes unreal.

She was not the one who grew up. She was the thin girl who looked at her once in a while when she was a child.

Similarly, her master is not a man in white. Her master... Has died under his own sword.

This is the only way for almost all the monks who break into the purple court. They go through many times in the magical dreamland, then wake up at the most critical moment and break out.

The same is true of Lu Jiajia.

She raised her sword.

This old fox is very strong, but it doesn't mean that he is also very strong on the long street.

At the beginning, she was not his opponent, but now she is not what she used to be.

There is no fear in her heart, and there is no blue shirt on the long street today that can take the sword for her. All she has is courage and faith beyond the realm.

On the long street, in the rainstorm, every rain thread was illuminated by the sword light.

From time to time, the sound of the rain breaking.

The old fox's lofty figure was submerged in the sword spirit of the street.

But Lu Jiajia felt that it was not enough. She had to close her eyes and realized that she connected the streets, the imperial city and the whole state of Zhao all the way to the edge of the storm.

Every thread of rain is like a sword.

The dark clouds all over the world gather here.

Old fox died in a devastating rain. Before he died, he smiles at Lu Jiajia.

After everything calmed down, Lu found that the evil heart still had not been broken.

"This is clearly my heart demon..." Lu Jiajia recalled her life. She was successful in cultivating Taoism all her life. It was not until this imperial city that she met the biggest setback. This setback almost killed her and once became the shadow of her heart.

She did not understand why she had not broken the past.

Unconsciously, she went back to the clan.

She went to see the master.

The heavy rain goes away, everything becomes quiet.

Now that she has broken the evil barrier, she knows everything. This man in white is his own master. He is his apprentice. He would rather stay long

Looking at her, Lu Jiajia was in a complicated mood. She didn't understand why the evil heart would outline such an illusion.

"Back?" I'd rather speak slowly.

"Yes." Lu said.

"It's OK." Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and said with a smile, "this is your first experience. I've been worried for a long time."

Lu Jiajia thinks the scene is strange. Although she knows it's a dream, it's still hard for her to accept.

"Thank you..." she whispered.

Ning Changjiu smiles, but his eyes are tired: "from today on, I'll give you the position of patriarch."

Lu Jiajia was silent. She looked at the boy in front of her and recalled many things.

From the first meeting, when the imperial city came to an end, then to the little drops on tianku peak and those unforgettable nights.

It's only half a year. They've gone through so much.

Those nights, Ning long-term training for her, for her to solve the problems on the road of cultivation, as if he regarded himself as a disciple, and he said that day, "you might as well worship me as a teacher.". This sentence was originally a joke, but somehow it lingered in her heart. Until that day, Ning Long's figure and the blue shirt on the long street merged together, and finally broke out completely.

Is this the devil in your heart?

Why are you so haunted? It's so annoying.

Lu Jia pinched her hand tightly. Her long and curly eyelashes were covered gently. The light in her long eyes was lonely“ What's up? Don't you want to? " Ning long faintly smile: "or... You never take me as a master?" His voice was so lonely. Lu looked at him, at this real dream. There was thunder in her ear. Thunder is coming. Ning waited for a long time, but didn't wait for an answer. He went out. His white clothes were like a cloud - a cloud that would never come back after drifting away“ Wait. " Lu Jia suddenly made a sound. The cloud stopped at the door, at the junction of light and dark. It's just a dream, no one will know... Lu Qijia thinks so. She suddenly lifted the front of her skirt and knelt down slowly. Her figure fell down, her head dropped down, her forehead as smooth as jade touched the cold brick surface, and her long hair fell like a waterfall in the night“ I'd like to see you. " Her voice was cold and respectful（ Sorry for being late. By the way, I wish all the readers who have finished the entrance examination of senior high school can get good grades ~)