Beyond the Divine States

Thunder light is like scattered snow debris, which is torn away from the sky by the violent wind.

A bunch of light fell between the clouds. Before the light spread, it was blocked again by the closed clouds. In the distance, a new thunder light appeared on Tianfeng. The curtain around the waterfall mountain has fallen, and the attached rocks and pine trees have begun to collapse. On the top of the mountain, in the clouds, the clouds are like boiling sea water, ups and downs. The violent nine are like giant octopus from the deep sea, churning on the sea in the rainstorm weather, absorbing and wrapping the ocean boat.

Even after many years, this scene will still be engraved in the hearts of the disciples of Yujian Tianzong. At this moment, their hasty eyes are like the scene of God punishing heaven and the coming of the end.

It's the stage where the evil spirits walk at night in the legend. The curtain falls suddenly, and the demon God who is in charge of everything has revealed its huge body. The disaster that comes with it seems that the next moment will split the pupils of every watcher with lightning.

Lu Jiajia goes against the wind. Ning Changjiu gets up from the ground. He touches his waist. He has no weapon to take advantage of except the hard iron branch which can't be infused with aura.

"Come back, you are not his opponent." Ning long ran wildly in the past, and his spiritual power was suddenly out of balance. Before he fell, he stretched his hand, but grasped Lu's sleeve.

Lu Qijia stopped, held him and said, "it's the fate of a monk to kill demons and demons. You know that."

Ning Changjiu said, "we can go."

Lu Jia said, "now that Tianzong is in dire danger, the four peaks are broken and the waves are coming. My disciples are still waiting for me at tianku peak. How can I go?"

She chuckled and continued, "don't you have faith in me?"

Ning Chang was silent. He raised his head. Over the waterfall mountain, wild thunder clouds were still exploding. The ferocious God 3000 years ago was showing its strength, and its strength seemed to exceed Ning Chang's original budget. Even today's Lu married, he had no confidence to win the war.

Lu Qijia bit by bit pulled apart his sleeve and said, "when you make a decision on weekdays, have you ever asked me what I mean?"

Ning didn't speak for a long time. He thought of the scene that Lu had just saved himself. He suddenly felt that it seemed to be a kind of repayment. When all the repayment was clean, they would be like a lotus boat in two waves.

He didn't like the feeling.

"I'll go with you." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"Are you afraid that I'm too strong for jiuying to handle, so you want to add some confusion to me?" Lu Jiajia smiles faintly, puts his hands on his shoulders and tells him, "take care of Xiaoling and other people, and wait for me to come back."

Ning long closed his eyes and sighed: "then you must not come back... Now the whole spiritual power and Qi luck of Tianzong are almost completely absorbed. It's natural for you. Be careful."

"Qi Yun..." Lu Jia nodded gently.

Each sect has a unique mental method applicable to the whole sect, such as Tianyu sword Sutra of Yujian Tianzong and Zitian daomen.

Everyone in the sect practices this mental method. When they get together, they will form a kind of ethereal but real "Qi Yun". For all those who have practiced this mental method, one is prosperous, one is destroyed, and the other is destroyed. This is also the reason why most sects can really unite with enemies, because their cultivation is fundamentally linked at the beginning, Unless we break away from the purple court and enter the five ways, this kind of connection cannot be cut off.

Therefore, immortal Hanchi forcibly usurped Sifeng's Qi Yun with the power of the patriarch. Almost all the people in the clan fell at least once. Although immortal Hanchi also suffered from his own loss, manfeng's Qi Yun could easily fill these gaps.

Ning Changchang said: "when the founder of jiantianzong built this landscape array, maybe he also had this idea."

Many of the decadent monks who have stayed in the bottleneck for too long and watched themselves grow old with great ambitions will go crazy.

"But the grandmaster didn't do it after all." Lu said she was not willing to speculate maliciously about anyone who died.

Ning Changjiu said: "so you must be the patriarch in the future... Only really kind people can prevent such things from happening again."

Lu Jia hesitated for a while and nodded abnormally.

If there is any future... She thought silently.

Between the words, a few or green or orange streamers tore up the broken sky and hovered in front of Lu's body.

The sword Qi stagnates, revealing the figure of the master of Sanfeng.

"Just waiting for you." Jing Yangxia, the leader, said.

Lu Jia nodded gently.

Yu Jian Tianzong was completely separated at this moment.

On the same day, the mountain protection sword was opened twice, which was unprecedented in history. The point of the sword was even the leader of the sect.

"Be more careful." Lu married back, and finally gave a word of advice.

Ning long deep bow, way: "Apprentice farewell master."

This sentence fell in Lu's heart, splashing with ripples of unknown meaning.

She temporarily wiped away the tiny ripples of the Silk Road heart and went forward with the sword.

The four immortal swords gathered in the air. The main sword was like an ancient dragon, and the sword was like a snake. The ancient spirit of the sword occupied half of the sky. Even the hall of the patriarch was small in a moment.

At the moment when the figures of the four peak masters disappeared, Ning could not help taking a step forward for a long time, but his feet felt like stepping on the air. His body staggered slightly. He supported the ground with one hand and stood up straight, but his heart was empty.

He moved his feet and suddenly found that he had stepped on a tiny wild flower.

After thunder, lightning and sword Qi, it still miraculously survived, but finally it was broken by human's unintentional foot.

Ning long looked at the wild flower, squatted down to straighten it, but its tender stem has been broken, always Wanyan. Ning long raised his head and took a look at the direction of Lu's departure. Under the ominous implication, he felt even more uneasy.

Finally, he got up and walked towards the top of tianku peak. The little wild flower would turn red and crush into dust in the wind and rain.

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At the top of tianku peak, Lu Yuanbai was annoyed by the successive elders. He wanted to be a knight errant. He felt that these people were just greedy for profits and there was a possibility of turning around, so he didn't want to die.

When he wanted to give up his sword and avoid the wind, he saw the body of an elder on the ground.

The body's wounds came from behind, straight through the heart, straight through.

Lu Yuanbai looked up in amazement and looked at a girl.

Ning Xiaoling is holding a sword with blood dripping on the edge of the sword. She has a cold face and looks disgusted. The pungent smell of blood makes her feel retched.

For a moment, Lu Yuanbai had the illusion that what was standing in front of him was like the shadow of Lu's childhood.

It's not the first time that Ning Xiaoling has killed a person, but she still hates this feeling. Her hands can't help trembling, and her anger and disgust surge up. She looks at the people around her angrily, wondering why they are so stupid after so many years of practicing Taoism.

In the fight, many people also stopped their swords, drifted away, stared at the girl and said, "how dare you kill?"

Ning Xiaoling looks up with no expression. Yazhu rushes behind her, grabs her wrist and says: "people from the same family will be possessed if they are fraternal..."

Ning Xiaoling said nothing.

Yazhu sighed and said, "wait for master to come back and make a decision."

Yazhu's voice didn't fall. In the blink of an eye, a white light rolled by. There was a blood hole in the throat of the man who had spoken before. He widened his eyes. Without time to make any response, he fell to the ground with the flying sword under his feet.

Several people looked back together and looked at the direction of the flying sword.

Ning Changchang's white clothes look shabby and stained with thunder ashes.

He picked up a bloody flying sword between his fingers, and there was no one behind him.

He looked at Ning Xiaoling and said, "younger martial sister, you really shouldn't do this kind of thing. It's elder martial brother who didn't protect you well."

Ning Xiaoling's hand holding the sword didn't shake any more. She rarely felt safe and cold

She went to elder martial brother's side, looked at his face and said, "is elder martial brother ok... Where's master?"

Ning Changjiu said, "master will be back soon."

Ning Xiaoling suddenly explained: "elder martial brother, I didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"I know." Ning long rubbed her head and looked at the corpse on the ground. He looked at the sword wound and said, "good sword technique."

Then, he looked at the enemies around him and said, "elder martial brother, I'll teach you another sword."

Ning Xiaoling worried: "elder martial brother, don't force it."

Yazhu looked at him nervously and said, "today the four peaks are in such a mess. Don't mess any more."

Ning long calm way: "people die not quiet?"

With that, he leaned down and coughed quickly. He covered his mouth with his hand. When he released his hand, his palm was a pool of blood.

Ning Xiaoling took his hand and said, "elder martial brother, I'll come..."

Rather long cover his chest, gently shake his head.

Many of those who have been around Ning for a long time have already given birth to the idea of retreating, but others whispered: "he was seriously injured, but he just made a mystery. How can he be stronger under the purple court?"

"But he stole the Tianyu sword Scripture."

"Jian Jing and people complement each other. Now he..."

The discussion was forced to stop, Ning long took the sword on Ning Xiaoling's hand, and took a step forward.

"Lend me a sword." He communicated the spirit of the sword Sutra with his heart.

"No!" The spirit of the sword Scripture said angrily, "if I borrow your sword, I will lose my own way. What do you take to compensate me?"

Rather than speak for a long time, Jin Wu comes to the sea of Qi and stares at the spirit of the sword Sutra.

The spirit of the sword Sutra had a natural fear of Jinwu. After they looked at each other for a while, the spirit of the sword Sutra lifted his hair to block his eyes and compromised: "OK, just borrow a sword. If you have more, you can't give it..."

Ning long golden pupil suddenly spread like a dead man.

The point of the sword was not aimed at anyone, but the killing intention of the sword was sharp in everyone's heart.

Even Ning Xiaoling's heart clapped for a moment. She felt that the elder martial brother at this moment was both terrible and strange.

Ning Changjiu's clothes flutter, and he goes before.

One step, two steps... As he walked, he covered his chest and coughed, just like a swordsman who had a long journey and felt cold occasionally.

Lu Yuanbai looked at his back and sighed. He thought how familiar this scene is. It is clear that he is trapped by love

Thinking of these, Lu Yuanbai put his eyes to a farther place.

That's the direction around waterfall mountain.

On the mountain which is closer to the sky than the four peaks, the big sword protecting the mountain is like a big boat made of rolling black clouds, and it bumps against the huge reef in the cloud sky.

The figures of the four peak masters standing in the void are so small in the distance, as if they would be chopped up by a flying thunder chip at any time.

Ning's cough became more and more urgent, but the gold in his eyes became more and more intense.

A dull crash came from a distance.

The big sword of mountain protection smashed on HUanpu mountain.

After the fog dispersed, it engulfed the top of the mountain. It was like a huge explosion, and the smoke swept over.

On tianku peak, the sound of swords and the sound of Ning Chang's cough were swallowed up.

When the smoke was gone, Ning wiped the black blood on the corner of his mouth for a long time. He was still coughing, but his lax pupils had gathered again. His sword had been washed into a dark red by the blood. On the ground, there were all kinds of corpses, shocking.

A lot of people didn't react until they died.

This volume of sword Scripture, which was found in the depths of the southern wilderness by our ancestors, is the real starting point of the sword emperor Tianzong.

Ning Xiaoling walked over the corpses everywhere. She raised her head and looked straight ahead. She was not afraid at all.

She went to the elder martial brother and untied the scabbard around her waist. Then she took the elder martial brother's hand, raised the sword in his hand, pointed the scabbard at the edge of the sword and sent it in.

After the sword was put into the scabbard, Ning Changchang's body softened and fell down. Ning Xiaoling held him, carried him on his back and walked towards neifeng with some difficulty.

This scene looks funny, but the scene is silent.

The injured elder killer has not died yet. Ning Changjiu's sword is powerful, but limited by today's strength, he can't kill them all.

It's just that they didn't move any further.

More and more disciples of tiankufeng came out of neifeng.

They made way for the two brothers and sisters. The male students were led by Nan Cheng and the female students by Le rou. They pulled out their swords one after another and stood in front of them like a human wall.

Lu Yuanbai also pulled out his sword. He rubbed his eyebrows, but he felt that the heart of the sword was not quiet. He took a deep breath, stamped his foot, and even flew directly to the direction of the main hall.

The people gradually dispersed.

There was still fire in the sky.

Without the mountain protection array, the four peaks in such a world seem to be a little solemn.

The dark sword cloud around the waterfall mountain also began to rotate.

After the thick sword cloud, three huge lanterns were lit up.

The two symmetrical ones are the eyes of the head in the middle of the nine babies, and the one in the middle is the sky soul lamp in its mouth. The pupil light and light penetrate the layers of fog and shoot over.

It once again arched a huge body, python twisted into nine like nine whip stirring heaven and earth, after the clouds dispersed, it showed its true appearance again.

"You are going to betray me, too?"

I don't know whether the sound came from jiuying or from the population of hanchizhen. Jiuying lowered his head and stared at the Four Swords hanging in the air. His bony body was covered with the spirit of death.

Xue xunxue and Xue Lin are silent.

The mountain guard sword dissipated, but they failed to leave any real injury on jiuying.

This has something to do with the death of Zong Qi Yun.

Even if they are the leaders of the peak, they will inevitably be affected.

Jing Yangxia is tired after a day's hard work. He is hale and hearty, but now he can't hide the traces left by the years.

"You betrayed Tianzong." Jing Yangxia was holding the Bixiao sword, and his eyes were full of disappointment: "the foundation of Tianzong for more than 300 years will be destroyed by you! If Tianzong collapses and there is no shelter in the world before reconstruction, what demons will be rampant in Nanzhou? Restore the city to jingmang, you are disobeying the common people

The snake's eyes in the middle of jiuying moved to jingyangxia, and the words of Hanchi slowly rang out: "this is just your opinion. Hundreds of years later, the words I used in the history books should be the ancestor of Yujian Tianzong's resurgence. "

His words are slow, and jiuying's actions are slow.

At the moment, compared with its body, the whole mountain is like a dangerous stone on the sea, which gives people a sense of crumbling.

Time seems to have gone back thousands of years ago. At that time, the monks were still trying to find the way to practice. Countless gifted people went astray and died of demons. At that time, it was the time when the demons and gods in the world were in the most chaos. The real dragon people were running across the land and the sea, the Tianfeng people were in the sky, and the human people were living in the cracks. The rise of heroes was slow, but the fall was amazing, Many of the monks who have entered the five ways have become white bones under the throne of a certain evil god without even leaving their names in history.

At that time, how desperate were human beings in the face of such an indomitable monster?

After a thousand years, this fear and powerlessness came again.

The swords in the hands of the four peak owners are like scattered bookmarks in front of them.

"You're not rivals. I'll do it." Lu's words are not light or heavy, but the thunder can't beat her.

Xue xunxue looked at this young man's cool and beautiful face, suddenly burst into a rage and said, "what can you do, little girl?"

Said, she directly stretched out her hand to grasp the body side of ask cloud sword, toward nine baby cut.

Lu Jiajia frowned and immediately followed up with the imperial sword. Although Jing Yangxia's Bixiao sword had lost most of its look, his speed was not slow at all

But Xue Lin, who had already begun to retreat because of his fear in his heart, laughed at himself after his sister stepped on the sword and followed him.

The surrounding waterfall mountain is in chaos.

The sword cloud, which had been blown up by the mountain protection sword before, spread out to the surrounding with a huge ring, sweeping through the four peaks. Where the ring sword cloud spread, the vegetation became ash.

Nine baby stepped on tianku peak, each head is like a peerless sword.

The most powerful people of Yujian Tianzong's generation gathered here. However, the battle that shocked Tianzong's history ended faster than they expected.

Xue xunxue and Xue Lin didn't even go through ten moves. After their swords hit jiuying's head, they only cut a thin layer of white marks. After a moment's wandering between the frenzied nine songs, they were repulsed by jiuying's huge tail. If they didn't sacrifice xiantianling at the same time, this tail strike could even make them lose their fighting ability directly.

The more highly cultivated people are, the less likely they are to expose their innate spirit. Even the battle in front of Zitian Taoist gate did not force them into a desperate situation, and they had to make the true spirit come into the world.

But at the moment, they sacrifice xiantianling for simple defense.

As the rumor says, the congenital spirits of the brothers and sisters are incomplete tigers. One lacks eyes, and the other lacks tail. The two tigers use their huge bodies to shield them from the attack and escape from the most central riot area. However, the tiger's body is also covered with scales, which makes it difficult to maintain their spiritual power.

Jing Yangxia's realm is the highest. Although his sword can cut jiuying's scales and leave obvious wounds, he can't cut his head with one sword, which is just like a drop in the bucket.

For this old man of his own generation, immortal Hanchi did not leave a trace of affection.

After Xue xunxue and Xue Lin withdraw temporarily, the two songs separated by jiuying are like two sharp swords, stabbing jingyangxia.

Jing Yangxia was forced to turn from the initial desperate attack to defense, and those ferocious giant heads smashed one by one. After each confrontation, the Bixiao sword was dim. In the banging sound, he was beaten back and forth. I don't know whether he was listening or not. In every huge head, there was a strange sound.

"I haven't drunk blood for thousands of years..."

"There seems to be a tumor in my brain..."

"Ah, my father's concubines were very delicate, and I will never forget their blood."

"What time is it?"

"Who knows, anyway, these armed people are still so vulnerable."

"Well? This woman in white looks good. "

"I don't know whether her blood is good or not..."

"Wait a minute... Did you... Did you find that she was a little like that woman?"

"That woman?"

"That woman! No way

All of a sudden, nine heads burst open, and countless noisy words were buzzing like shrews' quarrels. When these words came into Jing Yangxia's ears, he just felt that his brain was about to explode.

"You are so scared that when you see a woman in white, you think it's her! That woman has long been dead, and she and her husband were killed by Fu Tianjun that year! "

"Yes... She died a long time ago, and people like that would die too..."

"Yes, they are all dead. Who can stop us in the future?"

When it did not know the existence of the Lord of the kingdom of God, it only felt that the LORD God was dead, and the second God was the new generation of Lord God!

Jiuying raised his head and roared. His consciousness collapsed. At that moment, he was even more dominant than Han Chi.

Jing Yangxia finally gives up and flies out with a hammer. Lu Yuanbai catches him. Lu Yuanbai looks at the big monster from a close range, and then looks at the injury of the old peak master of Jing Yangxia. After weighing, he decides to take the old peak master to treat the injury first. Before jiuying, the only one in white was still hunting and dancing. The conversation of nine babies and nine songs was still noisy, and the conversation soon turned into a roar“ Kill her, kill her“ All women in white should die! "“ I will tear off her flesh and drink her blood“ Kill her, kill her Without the interference of those monks, jiuying's nine poems were aimed at Lu Jiajia. The fog on HUanpu mountain has not completely dissipated. Jiuying's nine poems are like nine bridges across the sky in a huge fog. While Lu Jiajia stands before the bridge, her sword eyes are as bright as noon, her snow-white sword clothes are filled with strong wind, and her clothes are full of thunder and lightning. In the strong wind, she dances wildly. Under the encirclement of jiuying, her figure is still, but her sword spirit is rising, as if she can split the demon God in front of her and Huanbao mountain in two! After briefly seizing consciousness, immortal Hanchi stares at the woman in front of him. Her sword body was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere... His original memory chain about liantian town broke again. He couldn't remember what happened, but his heart was filled with instinctive fear. Every head of jiuying gives birth to consciousness, so this fear cannot be conveyed to every head. When he forced jiuying, his level was so low that now he can't suppress jiuying's ferocity, even if he only controls the capital in the middle. Innumerable voices rise and fall disorderly in my mind. Immortal Hanchi knows that this is a sign of being possessed“ As a person of Tianzong, the Qi of Tianzong is depressed. Why do you increase your accomplishments instead of decreasing them? You have betrayed Tianzong. Why pretend to be a savior here? " The real man of Han Chi yells as hard as he can. He hopes that Lu can answer, so that he can hook up an anchor, so that he won't be pressed over soon. But Lu turned a deaf ear. The Ming LAN sword in her hand is very powerful. Among them, Xueyu Jun, who is regarded as an instrument, is like a fish playing on the shore at high tide and finally flies out. Xueyujun has gradually regained some consciousness. He just wanted to celebrate his freedom and look forward to killing evil spirits conscientiously and earning back his body in the future. Then he will become a qualified Southern demon king again. But he raised his head and was numb. What kind of monster is this... Its whole body is not even as big as one of the other's pupils“ This... This... "Xueyu Jun stares big eyes and turns back immediately. Then he sees Lu Jiajia's intention of cutting the nine monsters with the mountain under him. He is scared like a chicken in the rain. He hugs his wings and shakes back to the safe sword with his grand plan. At the moment when xueyujun gets back into the sword, Lu Jiajia pats the hilt of the sword, and minglan sword goes away with a rainbow hanging on it, and her figure in the same place is already a remnant. In her body, more than half of the sword fetus that had been ablated was buzzing. The ring sword cloud in the sky seemed to be inspired and gathered back again at the moment when Lu's body started. The sword ring is like a rope. It wants to lock jiuying tightly. Jiuying's thunder like nine pieces tear the sword ring apart, but it can't catch Lu Jiajia's lightning fast figure. The sharp sound of friction rings on jiuying's body. At the end of each sound, there is a sword mark deep into the bone. On both sides of Lu Jiajia's sword and minglan's sword, there are white shadows, It's hard to tell who is a man and who is a sword. After nine songs, Lu Jia came to the one in the middle of it. Man and sword meet at this moment. Lu Jia stood in the middle of the snake's head, holding the hilt in both hands, clasping her fingers and stabbing down. Minglan sword touches the head of jiuying. The essence of the sword Qi shoots out one by one, and turns into a white air stream. Taking the sword tip as the center, it turns spirally. Jiuying let out a cry of pain“ Kill her! Kill her All the heads roared, deafening. Jiuying doesn't have sharp claws, but on both sides of his body, his four separate heads are bent at this moment. They are like a pair of four clawed machetes that are clearly stabbed out. When they are strong, they can destroy the enemy's head like wearing rotten soil! Three thousand years later, the nine baby white bone claw, which once killed the practitioners of the five paths, cut toward the woman in white in her early twenties.