Beyond the Divine States

The hall is not bright. The smooth floor tiles are like the dark water, the dark silver light, the sword barrel of bone carving, the lacquer of sandalwood, and the hardwood road like a beaver's face. All of them are like solemn scenes at this moment.

Lu Qijia knelt down on the ground. Her snow-white dress was like a lotus petal on the water, with a faint fragrance.

The boy in white looked back at her, and the light behind her was shining faintly through the outline of his cheek.

"Marry." The boy called her by name.

Lu Jiajia slowly raised her head and straightened her upper body a little bit. Her white body was like the flower bud of water lily in the night.

She is still kneeling, the black belt outlines the waist, loose skirt has also been unable to cover the proud curve.

The sun fell into the valley.

The background of the world turns from white to red, and finally comes to darkness. All the pictures seem to be frozen here.

"Master." Lu's eyes were clear, and her lips were bright as if they could be broken.

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"Apprentice! Is there a place to live? " Ning Changjiu, wearing cocoon clothes, meets a little boy under the mountain.

Ding Leshi looked at the boy who came down from the sky, shocked and said: "teacher... Master?"

Ning long said.

Ding Leshi cried and said, "master, you haven't come to see me for more than two months. I thought you forgot me."

"Ning was silent for a long time, and said:" apprentice, master will not forget you. In ten months, you will have an appointment with... Well, Zhao xianger's Apprentice. You should train well and don't lose master's face. "

"Yan Shi." Ding Leshi warned in a low voice.

Ning Changchang nodded and said, "yes, apprentice, you must not lose."

Ding Leshi nodded: "I've been working hard recently."

"Well, that's good." Ning long patted his head, thinking that as expected, he and Lu Yuanbai just said a few more words, and the tone of his speech seemed to be a little bad.

The little boy took a look at Ning Changchang's cocoon clothes. He was shocked by the big sister's appearance in the cocoon clothes. He only felt that Hua Kui's sister in Linhe City was like a village girl compared with her.

Ding Leshi was very surprised and said, "master, this matter, um... Sister-in-law... Is wrong. Does the teacher know?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" Ning long Leng for a while, immediately a little angry, thinking that his apprenticeship vision is different from Lu's, he sighed: "where do you live now? I want to hide. "

Ding Leshi had heard the cry of the patriarch before. He only felt that Shifu was worthy of being Shifu. His ability to make trouble was really first-class!

"Master! I'll take you Ding Leshi patted his chest and said, "there are many of us. I know a hidden place!"

He nodded in admiration.

As Ding Leshi led the way, he said, "master, this is lingguo's garden. It's guarded on weekdays, but today there's a bit of chaos in the peak. They're afraid that the mountain will fall down, so the closer the mountain is, the less people there are. There's a row of stone houses in the garden, and there's no one in it now."

Ning Changjiu nodded and carried her back to the other side.

At the moment, the peach curtains on all sides are guarded. It's hard for him to escape to the peak. Fortunately, the leader of Sanfeng is still loyal. No one comes to chase him. He thinks that as long as he doesn't come to a purple court master, it may not be difficult to delay another hour.

"Master." Ding Leshi suddenly called him.

"What's the matter, apprentice?" Ning long asked.

"Master, don't you remember my name?" Ding Leshi said suddenly.

Ning was silent for a long time.

Ding Leshi sighed childishly and said, "master, my name is Ding Leshi. Leshan is benevolent and Leshi is wise."

Ning long seriously nodded: "some difficult to remember, but now remember."

Ding Leshi laughed happily. Children's happiness is always simple.

Lingguo yard, fragrant, but after a war, the original heavy branches empty most of the light green lingguo mostly hit the ground, covered with dirt.

Behind lingguoyuan, there is a room made of stones, which is a resting place for the watchman of the orchard.

Ning Changjiu came to the door of the stone house.

At the door stood a man in grey.

The man in grey looked old, his back was slightly bent, and his face under the hood of the grey robe was like a fruit slowly rotting in the mud.

He raised his head and looked at Ning Changjiu.

Ding Leshi was so surprised that he immediately said, "master! He... I don't know him. "

Ning long nodded and said, "it's OK. It has nothing to do with you."

Gray dress humanity: "you are rather long?"

Ning Changjiu sighed: "I've poked the nest of the elder generation of Yujian Tianzong? How come you old people can't get along with an ordinary disciple of mine? "

"Hand over the Tianyu sword Sutra, I can spare you."

Ning Changchang said: "the senior level is unpredictable, I am not an opponent."

Although the man in grey hasn't done it for many years, he has a high level of power. Even a few simple actions can sweep away the killing intention and fighting spirit like the wind.

"Are you willing to hand over the sword Sutra? Or... Just to delay? " The man in grey took a look at his back: "this woman, I know, the peak leader of tianku peak, didn't expect to break into the purple court at such an age. It's really unprecedented, but after all, she is young. Even if she really enters the purple court, it can't change anything."

Ning Changchang said: "what did the immortal Hanchi promise you?"

The man in grey took a look at him, but he didn't hide it. He said directly, "immortal Hanchi said that if you are captured, he will join me in the sword Sutra."

Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "such a simple request, I can satisfy you. Why believe that old man's words?"

The man in grey also showed a smile: "young people really know how to judge the situation. Come on, show your sincerity and let me see the only inheritance of the lineage of the patriarch in the legend. "

Ning long tied the cocoon clothes tighter.

The sky is getting dark. There are dark clouds rolling in from afar. There are already electric noises in the clouds, implying the roar of thunder.

The man in grey agreed.

In the second half of Tianyu sword Sutra, there are only 18 moves. These 18 moves are not real sword moves. What they actually point to is a kind of sword making and spirit moving mode. After learning all the sword moves, even the most common sword piercing technique, as long as you use the heart formula of Tianyu sword Sutra, you can achieve the effect of sealing the throat with one blow.

The premise for a monk to avoid the sword is that his own sense or divine sense can feel the danger and see the path of the opponent's move, but this sword can collect all the murderous Qi and escape all the perception.

It's like an oncoming transparent cloud. No one thinks it's dangerous.

When Ning Changchang made the first sword, the man in grey felt that it was a real sword skill.

Ding Leshi, looking at Ning Changchang's action behind him, is also stunned. His eyes are staring at the sword edge. His sight seems to be stuck. He is swimming along Ning Changchang's action, and suddenly he is in a trance.

Ten breath time is not long. Ning long has already finished the six moves of the sword Sutra, but he reversed the order.

The grey robed man was also immersed in the wonderful but elusive sword technique.

As a matter of fact, in the world of cultivation, swordsmanship is usually regarded as the last way. The only thing that is really powerful is the realm. Under the crushing of the realm, you can break all kinds of skills.

But today Ning Chang's sword subverts his cognition a little bit.

Ning stopped for a long time.

The man in the grey robe looked back slightly and said, "go on."

Ning Changchang said, "these moves are enough for you to kill the master. After killing him, I'll tell you the rest of the sword moves and the method of transporting spirit."

The grey man gave him a deep look

"Go on," he said in a cold voice

Ning Changjiu didn't disobey. He continued to play the sword.

Tianyu sword came to the fourteenth movement.

This move is like a man stepping on a horse, holding a sword flat, leaning back, doing a funny performance.

Ding Leshi wanted to smile, but the corner of his mouth turned up and the smile solidified on his face.

Ning Changjiu's sword flutters forward. I don't know how to break through the gap of distance and come to the man in grey robe.

The old man's grey robe didn't tremble, and the strength of the sword didn't overflow. The front cutting edge was so smooth, as if everything swept by the edge would be cut in half like tofu.

But there are too many differences between them.

After a short period of stupidity, the old man took his eyes back from the edge of the sword. He raised his sleeve, two fingers sticking out of his sleeve robe, and steadily extended to the cut sword.

The wind around rolled up the withered and yellow leaves.

The clouds are low, as if there will be a heavy rain.

Ding Leshi didn't even understand what had happened. He just felt that his sight was in a flash, and then the figure of master floated over like a withered leaf.

Ning Changjiu's previous blow stopped at the throat of the old man in grey robe.

The old man's finger is like a stone, and the sword seems to be trapped in a stone.

When he killed the sword, he immediately dropped his hand and his body was pulled back. After his fingers were cut off, he looked like a Wutong leaf, dancing and blowing on his chest.

The relative stillness of the two men in the air remained for a moment.

That palm finally or lightly floated to press on rather long chest.

The palm touched the chest. After a moment of calm, Ning Changjiu was shot out like a sandbag. At the same time, all the leaves around him were broken and crushed into dust like dust.

Ning was hit by that palm for a long time, which made his chest hollow. The huge force rushed into the five viscera, smashed the aura of body protection, and made his Qi and blood surge. He could no longer maintain a mouthful of genuine Qi. He flew upside down and hit the ground heavily. As soon as his throat was sweet, the blood gushed out, and those blood solidified in the air.

The surrounding air solidified like ice.

The old man in the grey robe said, "since you are not sincere, don't blame me for being merciless."

He reached out and drew a circle in front of him.

At the center of the circle, a white flying sword appeared one after another. Those flying swords were turning like sundials, and then they came out and nailed to Ning Changchang.

Ning Chang's body trembles with pain. He turns his fingers hard to pinch the water moon in the mirror. But when his fingers tremble, the flying swords collide with him like a white bird towards the Phoenix.

"Master!" Ding Leshi exclaimed and wanted to get close, but he was driven back by the violent air.

There was a big difference between the two realms, and they were facing the enemy head-on. Ning Long's only chance of winning was wiped away, and the injuries that had been stored in his body broke out at the moment when the flying sword fell on his chest.

When the sword hit his chest, he felt that his body was about to be torn. He was like a broken kite, which was pulled out by the strong wind. The broken sword in his hand, let alone stimulating the sword Qi, became extremely difficult even to wave.

"How dare you steal the sword Sutra?" The old man in the grey robe throws his sleeve, takes the back with one hand, and stands in front of him with the other, just like the fingerprint of a Buddhist disciple before he drinks the Scriptures and turns back the evil spirits.

The grey robed old man lived for many years, but he seldom came out of huanbaoshan, and even few people knew his existence.

In a sense, he was the first person under the leader of Tianzong.

At the moment he just two moves, will rather long fight no parry of strength.

"You still have a chance to hand over the rest of the sword moves." The old man in grey robe said, "the weak don't need and don't deserve huaibi. You are a wise man. You should understand."

Ning Changjiu's clothes were broken, but the clothes that were made of cocoons were broken. Lu Jiajia fell on the ground, looking quiet and out of tune with the surrounding frenzied environment.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting denser and denser, like thick gray slurry, and under the slurry, there are liquid lightning, which will surge in the moment when the dark clouds burst the dike.

Ning Changchang knows that if he really shows his 18 moves sword Sutra, he will have no way to live.

Although huaibi is dangerous, she can at least make the other party throw a rat's eye out.

Ning long difficult to get up, horizontal up the broken sword.

The eyes of the old man in grey are more and more indifferent.

"Since I don't, I'll take it myself." The old man's fingers are like eagles.

The sword frame Ning had formed for a long time had little resistance. The figure of the old man came in a flash and wanted to pat him on the head.

Ning raised his head for a long time.

His pupils turned golden.

The touch of gold illuminated the old man's face clearly under his hood.

He could clearly see that in the pupil of the boy, the pupil had disappeared, and all the whiteness of his eyes was also made of countless strands of gold threads. Those gold threads were like blood, like the land overlooking, and the eyes were so deep that they seemed to hide a golden kingdom.

The old man in grey lost his mind for a moment.

Ning Long's broken sword stabbed them in front of their chest.

A piece of gray clothes was picked off, with blood on the clothes. This injury can't even be exchanged for a note of the pain of the old man in gray clothes.

He just frowned and made sure that the pair of golden pupils, which seemed to be bluffing, were just bluffing.

His fingers fell down and grabbed at Ning Chang's neck.

The next moment, the old man's eyes a black, blood from the pupil left out.

All of a sudden, the dim surroundings became much clearer.

The old man saw a golden crow flying out of his eyes, turning into a golden arrow and penetrating into his pupils. Then, his pupils were burst to pieces with tearing pain. The eyes suddenly turned into two blood holes, and the hood was blown back, revealing the bald top of his head.

This is the heaviest burden the old man has ever suffered in his life. He reaches out his hand and wants to catch the golden spirit, but his fingers are empty.

Congenital spirit can escape, but it can't move for a long time.

He screamed bitterly, and the divine consciousness unfolded. Even if he was blind, everything around him was still clearly reflected in the sea of consciousness.

Ning long retreat figure is soon approaching.

The dry hands pinched his neck.

Ning's long neck was tight for a moment, and every blood vessel was as hard as steel.

Ning long feet off the ground, was gray clothes old man up.

His body has no strength, no way to exert, only the survival instinct let him pour all the strength into his neck and resist.

The golden light in his pupil gradually goes out. In the dark pupil, there is the devil like face of the old man in gray clothes. He grabs the old man's arm, but he can't get rid of it. The hand holding the broken sword is difficult to lift up and plunges it into the old man's neck. However, the other person's skin is like the hard scale of a python, which can't be pierced at all. The old man's mouth raises a ferocious smile and reaches for a pat, He's going to knock the sword out of his hand.

Bang Dang!

There was thunder in the sky.

The thunder masked the sound of the sword landing.

no The sword didn't land at all!

Then, the earth shaking alarm broke out in his divine consciousness!

Ning long felt that this scene was familiar, but his consciousness was chaotic and hard to recall.

The old man released his hand.

He held Ning Chang's hand around his neck and broke it.

The cold wind is blowing.

Lu married the broken sword that was about to fall.

Her white dress is a little thin, her eyebrows are a little chilly, and the flowing and dancing green silk is more violent than the thunder clouds in the sky!

At the moment, she is not a fairy who has been banished from nine days, but a cold and gorgeous female official who is coming from the nether world.

"Lu Jia?" The old man's words were crushed by the thunder.

At the moment when Lu's wife was robbed by a demon,

The thunder has come.

The dust and fallen leaves on the ground, the water mist and electricity in the air, the dark clouds and thunder in the sky, everything in sight, at the moment of Lu Jiajia's breaking out of her cocoon, all carried the frost like sword spirit, as if the whole heaven and earth were the sword field she set up at random, and all the life flow between the heaven and earth were her sword moves.

In a flash, the old man in grey felt like the enemy of the whole world.

On the side of Lu's body, the slender sword Qi sweeps like a circular arc. With a brush, she lifts up countless pieces of grass and withered leaves. With boundless sword Qi, she cuts at the old man in grey robe.

The old man in the grey robe couldn't understand that no matter how talented she was, she was just a monk who had just broken into the purple court. How could she have such a sword power.

The old man in grey robes is full of anger.

Over the years, he has also accumulated countless spiritual power by practicing in the main hall. He has almost read all the most profound mental Dharma books in the main hall. At this moment, his body seems to be overturning the river and the sea, and he has learned all his life.

Among them, there are Tianzong's sword technique, daomen's array technique, Xuanzong's Tianxiang secret technique, and Huangmen's Vajra.

Thousands of methods are similar to hundreds of high seats arched in the sea, which set off the figure of the old man in gray clothes.

In his realm, if he didn't want to capture the young man alive, how could he be attacked and blinded?

Lu's indomitable sword power was also blocked out of the vast sea of Taoism.

She took a look at Ning Chang, who couldn't get up, and then looked at the old man in grey.

In her eyes, there were no countless Dharma images as vast and towering as the city.

She just looked at the old man quietly, arrogant.

She held the broken sword and pushed it forward slowly.

And then everything swept over.

At this moment, her three thousand green silk was shining brightly by the sword Qi, just like a beauty's white hair in the twinkling of an eye.

Among the pillars of Jianzong, daomen, Xuanzong and Huangmen, there was a sword spirit whistling like the sand and water in the riverside city. Then the river overflowed, and every ray of sword spirit seemed to weigh ten million jin. In a very short time, the old man in grey clothes was powerless to support his great cultivation and was evaporated for most of it.

Lu Jiajia's sword broke all kinds of methods and sent the broken sword to the other side's chest.

In the sky, the general trend of thunder disaster has become, the dark clouds have turned into plasma, and even become an insurmountable thunder pool.

This Leichi is so powerful that the whole history of Tianzong is almost unheard of. Even if it is just a ray of light, it is full of destruction.

Lu's head was raised and her sword eyes were open, like an immortal flame.

She holds the handle of the sword in one hand and the old man's shoulder in the other. At the moment when the thunder falls like a pillar, her figure suddenly rises up like a white rainbow.

Hongguang and Leiguang collide.

The sky and the earth are as bright as day, the four peaks are immersed in endless thunder, and the broken mountain protection array is torn to pieces.

Holding the body of the old man in grey clothes, Lu Jiajia goes up against the sky and presses back the incredibly powerful thunder.

A deafening roar soon followed.

In the sky, numerous snow-white cracks appeared in the center of Leichi.

The white rainbow runs through the Leichi lake and rushes to the sky. Then it turns into the sword of countless immortals and cuts down again.

The roaring sound kept ringing, and the whole sky seemed to collapse.

The thunder pool was broken, and countless blue and purple spherical thunder came out and attacked the robbers.

With a clear rebuke, Lu Jia turned these thunder robbers into fire to sharpen his sword.

On the edge of her sword, the grey clothes had been annihilated by thunder and fire.

The thunder in the sky became mute.

Lu Jiajia shakes her wrist and shakes away the thunder and lightning on the edge of the sword. It's a broken sword of all kinds. After it has been quenched by the thunder, it has the bright luster of a fairy sword.

A huge thunder disaster was cut out by her.

Her dust-free white clothes stood in the air for a moment to confirm that the thunder had passed, and she immediately swooped down like a snow kite, dragging the continuous shadow to Ning Changchang's body.

She picked up Ning Chang, who was injured all over, collected all her sword intention, and immediately protected his most critical hole with spiritual power. Rather long cover his throat, keep coughing, he seems very cold, holding arms, shivering constantly. She hesitated for a moment and directly embraced his body. She used her body as a sword to start a gentle sword fire to dispel Ning Chang's chill. Ning long quiet down, he leaned on her chest, like buried in a cotton field, he said: "thank you..." Lu married low voice: "sorry, late." Ning long eased his breath and asked, "what do you see? How's it going? " Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, released him and said, "it's just a robbery of ordinary people asking for their hearts." Ning long thought about it, and said, "the battle with the old fox?" Lu Jia nodded and said, "otherwise? What else could it be? " Ning Changjiu said: "Han Chi is going against the law. He should seize all the Qi of Tianzong, and then force jiuying to be careful." Lu Jia said: "don't think about it first. I'll take you to heal." Ning Changjiu pointed to the back and said: "that... My apprentice..." Lu Jiajia took a look. The boy named Ding Leshi was a mortal. He had already fainted on the ground under heaven's power. Lu Jiajia threw out the broken sword and took him to the direction of the sword hall. I don't know what happened to her. When she put her hands behind him, she suddenly said, "call me master."“ What? " Ning didn't respond for a long time. "I want you to call my master," she said in a cool voice Ning long frowned: "what's the matter with you?"“ If you don't call master, you won't be healed. "“ Don't you mean the same generation... If I don't shout, you can't watch me die, can you? "“ How can you have such nonsense? "“ What on earth did you see in the heart disaster? "“ shut up! Let you shout, you shout“ Master... Master Normally, it's natural to shout, but now Ning Changjiu seems to be forced by the neck of a knife carrier. It's a little stiff and unnatural to shout out. However, Lu Jiajia's look has eased a lot. While healing Ning Changjiu, she says: "shout a few more words."... " Ning Changjiu felt that there was something wrong with Lu's marriage today, but he still said, "Shifu, Shifu... Shifu? Is that ok... "Lu's E-Mei frowned slightly, as if she felt dissatisfied. She recalled the scene just now and said," is your leg OK? Is your knee hurt? " Ning long thought that she was concerned about herself. She was warm in her heart and said, "it's OK, thank you, Shifu Guan..." "well, OK, kneel down." Lu Qijia interrupted him and gave orders Ning long completely stunned, thought that this girl's head was thunder split silly? "What do you want?" he said The angry little girl, who seemed to want to eat sugar gourd, said, "if you don't kneel down, you'll be served by a ruler." Ning Changjiu said, "marry Lu! If you go against me like this, sooner or later I will... "His words were interrupted. Together with him, Lu turned her head and looked in the direction of the main hall without saying a word. She could feel that there was a spirit of demon and God rushing away. Even now, she had no confidence in the spirit of demon and God. There are four peaks, mountains and rivers, and waterfalls. On the top of the mountain, jiuying's nine songs are like dancing thunder“ Master... "Ning long whispered, what do you want to charge. Lu Jiajia had stood up and stood in front of him. Her back was like a sword tablet covered with snow.