Beyond the Divine States

The thunder goes out, the sword clouds gather and disperse.

The collapse sound of the ring waterfall mountain reverberates in my ears.

All the trees on the mountain have fallen down the slope. Jiuying's sharp claws have left deep traces on the high cliff. When Lu Jiajia's sword stabs and jiuying's sharp claws like a machete fall, the whole mountain peak accelerates the speed of collapse.

The mountain and water array connecting the four peaks in the hall of the patriarch also cracked, and the dark springs under the ground burst out.

As the boulder rolled down, Lu Jiajia pressed the sword against jiuying's head. The blade of the Sword Pierced jiuying's scales, and half of the sword fell into its flesh and blood.

Jiuying's mouth is bared, and rows of pale teeth are clear and tight. He wants to open it, but Lu Jiajia's sword presses the whole head into a huge arc.

The other eight songs tore the past to the location of the landing.

When Lu Jiajia's sword was at his point, the snow-white spiral of the sword was smashed by the air from the other eight sides. Jiuying was suddenly lifted up by the middle one of the sword's air pressure. His sharp teeth opened, and the roar reverberated in the mountains.

Bang!

The nearest one came first, and Lu's sword area cracked after the snake's head hit.

Bai Yi shakes endlessly, but her hands are pressing on the handle of the sword. The blade of the sword cuts through jiuying's skin. She wants to cut it all the way along the cut part, and directly chop its brain.

But the other eight were also stormy.

Some snake heads constantly collide with the sword area, making Lu's windy sword clothes sink. In the middle of the mouth, the black or white aura condenses like a light spot. After condensing into a ball of light, the water column rushes towards the landing bride.

Even the most common water can cut steel at a high enough speed, not to mention such pure spiritual power?

In an instant, most of Lu's sword domain was removed.

The strong wind is coming, the long hair is flying, and the clothes are crushed on the skin like needles.

Lu Jiajia leans on the sword and bends a little. She wrestles with the Demon power. She pushes back a little bit. The eight songs of jiuying are quarreling like shrews. Without the barrier of the sword, these voices keep ringing, sometimes high pitched and sometimes low divine language.

"Or let her chop this head. It has a damned tumor in its brain. That tumor wants to control us..."

"I think you have a tumor in your head, too! How much do we have to fall after it's dead? Do you want to be killed by this young woman and sleep for thousands of years? "

"Let's kill this woman and eat this head..."

"You're still so sick..."

"After we left here, we ate all the white women in the world!"

"Shut up The middle song uttered a painful low cry, and its voice was obviously much lower. Each syllable seemed to overlap with the previous one, with the weight and level of history: "no wonder after I died a thousand years ago, you also died so fast. After so many years, you are still like frogs in a well! Don't you realize that there is a new God sitting on the throne of the sky

"What?"

"Those ruined palaces?"

"Or the New Kingdom?"

"Who is the new God? Why do they sit in the sky? "

The words of those giant heads exploded again, and they even relaxed their attack on Lu Jiajia in a short time.

Immortal Hanchi finally regained the control of jiuying for the time being. Taking jiuying as the main body, he said in a low voice: "now there are still 12 supreme gods. They sit in the kingdom of God and guard the world in turn. Our existence is not allowed by heaven and earth. Today, we should make a quick decision and hide in the void. Otherwise, if the envoys of the kingdom of sin come, we will surely die!"

"What..." some giant heads seem to be unable to bear the blow. They feel like they are coming back from the dead. If they can't run wild, what's the meaning of the life of the gods?

"Twelve Gods? Guarding the world? Have they become pawns of the way of heaven for the sake of power? "

"What about ZuLong, tianzang and Mingjun? Did those ancient great gods inherit the throne? "

"As far as I know, they all died." Han Chi's voice is far away.

"What about the emperor? Can such powerful beings be killed? "

"The great God is still alive." "Three years later, it will be the year of the kingdom of God," Hanchi said

"I didn't expect that he also became the Dao of heaven..."

After a disorderly communication, jiuying's giant leader made a more fierce attack on Lu Jiajia.

Lu Jiajia listens to the whispers of the gods. It's hard for her to keep quiet again. The sword Qi that she burst out to fight against jiuying also reaches the critical point at this moment. After the force passes the critical line, Lu Jiajia is suddenly overturned in a series of crosstalk blasts.

And the sword is still deep in the nine baby's flesh and blood.

Jiuying's head is raised up like Optimus Prime's unrestrained roar. Hanchi's consciousness is suppressed by jiuying.

After the purple court, you can walk on the void like a flat ground, while Lu's figure suddenly stops after the retrogression of high speed.

There was no sword in her hand, but her sword spirit was pouring like a flood. She put her finger in front of her body. Where she passed, there was the shadow of a virtual sword. That was the sword move she learned from the old fox on Qifeng lake that day. At that time, she had to work very hard to cut one. Now, in the process of raising her hand and throwing her feet, the dense sword shadow condensed in a flash.

Against the backdrop of jiuying's huge body, Lu's figure is very small, just like a cloud that has no intention of skimming over the peak.

However, the cloud was awe inspiring and ran directly towards the peak.

As her figure moves, the shadow of the virtual sword turns into ten, ten into hundred, and in a moment it blocks the sky.

Jiuying's startling roar is like a series of explosions. Lu Jiajia goes against these explosions, and those sword clouds that have not dissipated turn into her sword again.

The cloud crashed into the mountain.

The white clouds did not dissipate and the mountain peak did not break.

No matter how dense the shadow of the locusts was, it was small compared with jiuying.

They left a lot of small wounds on jiuying's body. These wounds did not ooze a drop of blood. The body of the dead is like an immortal body now, repairing its injured trunk faster than Lu Jiajia.

And Lu's marriage is clearly only in the beginning of Ziting, but her sword strength is far more than jiuying's estimate.

"What is this? Why can she become a sword with her body? "

"It's the same body! How stupid are you? "

"It's not the same body! It's clear... It's clear that it's a magic weapon! "

"The body of a magic weapon?"

"Don't you know where the congenital sword body comes from? At that time, he lived in the shixiangguo kingdom in Japan and China. Eighty one sword germs were cast and scattered in the world. All the babies of the sword germs were sword bodies, and the one who could really forge the sword germs was the body of the magic weapon! "

"The method of forging sword was lost in our time. Why did she..."

"Kill her!"

Lu Jiajia noticed their conversation. She vaguely knew the origin of her sword body. With a flash of inspiration in her mind, she suddenly thought that the golden Wu was also the deity of the Ten Kingdoms in their mouth thousands of years ago?

But why does it think Ning is the main force?

At the moment, of course, Lu will not be distracted to think about these, and her sword intention is far beyond jiuying's estimate.

The two collided in the air, and jiuying's fierce attack with his head as his claw made Huanbao mountain lower and lower. They hit from the peak to the clouds, and then they collided and crisscrossed in the clouds. It was like a life and death battle in the deep water under the sea.

Lu Jiajia and jiuying collide and bounce away ceaselessly. Countless scales seem to be knocked down and shaken off by the idle wind. Some parts of the scales are flesh and blood, and some parts are the body of the dead. It is like an unreal life, which is still between life and death.

Jiuying's nine heads are crisscrossed in the air, trying to attack Lu Jiajia. Although Lu Jiajia has no sword in her hand at the moment, her speed as a sword is far faster than that of controlling the sword!

Lu Jia shakes off her sleeves and shakes off her swords again.

Jiuying suddenly burst into a grim smile: "Thirteen moves! That's the only way you're a little girl? "

Nine babies open their mouths one after another. The shrill and wild laughter just resonates with the spiritual power of those virtual swords. All the virtual swords are broken in space. Lu Jiajia lacks the cover, and her figure suddenly appears lonely. But her look does not change at all. Her white clothes are like a sword. In an instant, she condenses into a sword light tens of feet high and cuts down toward the center of nine babies.

Nine baby some giant head wantonly laugh, some giant head is silent, dare not speak aloud. Some are angry to remind: "you are like this, is to tell the guardian God of the world, we are back in the world?"

Some of them immediately kept silent, while others still didn't think so and said, "what are you afraid of? The LORD God may have been our best friend

"There are never friends between gods." Someone reminded us, "when we killed our father, he didn't treat us as sons and we didn't treat him as fathers, let alone friends?"

"Kill her first, talk about something else."

"Kill her? You shout so loud, why don't you go first? "

"The knife of this little girl's skin is really fast..."

The words of gods do not spread through the vibration of the air. They are almost heart to heart. There is almost no delay and loss in the spread of words. However, this kind of voice from the spirit is more likely to make the nearby monks crazy.

But there is no sign that she is polluted. The form she shows at the moment seems not to be a real person, but a cold weapon.

Weapons are not afraid of pollution. Even if they are stained with blood, they can still be washed out in the rainstorm.

Lu Qijia suddenly fell to the ground, stepped on a nine baby's head, holding a virtual sword that did not lose the real edge of the sword, and suddenly inserted it.

The giant head yelled, shook the giant, the power of space suddenly started, and moved the land to another head.

The head swore and used the power of space to send her to another nine babies when Lu's sword fell. The moment Lu's sword appeared, the teeth of the nine babies immediately closed.

Lu Jia's figure was suspended in the space.

Two rows of sharp teeth suddenly closed, and the darkness engulfed her.

Jiuying's upper and lower jaw are like closed doors, but without a blink of an eye, countless sword Qi lights up on the snake's head. Those sword Qi is like the light leaking from the clouds, cutting jiuying's head at a high speed. Then, Lu Jiajia's figure shoots out of its skull like a firecracker, and the other eight want to block it with the power of space, However, Lu Jiajia's sword, with the power of cutting through everything, rushed to the sky irresistibly. When she got to the height, she turned back and chopped down at a faster speed.

The previous head was pierced by Lu's sword Qi, and it was full of holes. But it was still alive, and it was still scolding. The head on one side didn't want to listen to it any more, and it directly bit it to pieces. Anyway, only one of the nine babies survived, and the rest of the capitals could be reborn.

The two giant heads close to the middle head protect the main head like left and right Dharma protectors. They are much more mature and stable than the other heads.

The picture of Lu's sword falling from the sky falls into many people's eyes.

People in the distance can't see clearly, but they can feel how overbearing the sword is.

"This... When did Lu's marriage become so strong?" Xue xunxue, riding on a blind tiger, looks far away with his mind swaying. In the portrait of the ancestral hall, there was also a woman who cut out a similar sword technique, but the picture is a picture after all. Now that everything is truly presented, it brings people different impressions and impacts.

Xue Lin thought for a while and said, "maybe it's about the boy."

"The boy?" Xue xunxue frowned and said, "the one named Ning Changjiu?"

Xue Lin nodded.

Xue xunxue didn't believe it. She shook her head and said, "he hasn't come to the purple court yet. Where did he come from? That Lu's marriage should have got the chance in the Imperial City, but he was deliberately hiding it from us. "

Xue Lin does not refute his sister's point of view, but looks at Xue xunxue sitting down, the tiger without eyes, and smiles gently.

Xue xunxue is intelligent, pick eyebrow immediately way: "do you mean I am blind?"

Xue Lin thought that although he meant it, his sister was too sensitive, right?

In the distance, smoke and dust rise and clamor over the stratiform clouds.

The two brothers and sisters did not speak any more. They looked at each other with awe inspiring expression.

Jing Yangxia was injured a lot. He was meditating and breathing, closing his eyes to warm up the aura of Bixiao sword. But at the moment when the movement sounded, he broke the state of mind of "treasure box hidden in the heart of the sword, Daojing turning Qingchan", suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

The chaos broke out in an instant, and the air flow generated by the spiritual force collision spread faster than they knew.

Without any communication, the three peak owners immediately spread out and came to the intersection of the four peaks and huanbaoshan. They set up a temporary mountain protection array to prevent the airflow from directly destroying the four peaks.

In that earth shaking battle, the final result was that Lu's marriage lost half of the fight.

She originally took minglan sword, which is still inserted in the head of jiuying, as a point to lock jiuying's position, and then with the potential energy from the sky, she wanted to directly cut off the head of jiuying.

But Lu's thought is too simple.

Previously, she could travel through the space boundary of the other eight poems with the sword body, giving her the illusion that the sword body could be above the nine baby rule.

But the other eight are far from the middle one.

When Lu Jia's sword came down from the sky, a series of empty doors suddenly opened on the waterfall mountain.

The power that a complete jiuying can exert is not as simple as moving space. It can open up an infinite void world on an object the size of mustard seed. The void world will appear without warning, and then contain it, which is the same as Zhao xianger's riding the Phoenix into the rain on that day.

But jiuying also failed to completely hide himself. He had not yet pulled out the sword on his forehead.

Relying on the true spirit of the sword, Lu Jiajia traces the meaning of the sword. She also uses her cultivation in the purple court to break through the void, cross the layers of barriers, and cut to the point of light in the scroll of divine consciousness.

the breaking of rock frightens the heaven.

HUanpu mountain was almost cut into two sections by this sword.

The huge ravine separated, and the sword fell down.

The pupil of Lu's wife shrinks.

She didn't chop the ninth baby.

Jiuying has not pulled out the sword. He has already made plans. After escaping into the void, he quietly pulled out the sword, put it into the wrong field, left his own breath, and induced Lu Jiajia to pull out the sword there.

No matter how powerful the sword that Lu Qijia exerted, it finally fell into the void.

With a movement of her mind, minglan sword, which had fallen into the rift valley, suddenly rose and turned into white light again. At the same time, behind her, the void cracked and jiuying poked out her head. Most of the broken one had been repaired, revealing its ugly appearance.

In this scene, it seems that over the imperial city of the state of Zhao on that day, the soul swallowing man opened the gap between the two worlds and revealed his huge body.

Lu's reaction came over.

But nine baby shot faster.

Relying on the most instinctive reaction in her memory, Lu Jiajia wants to fight for time by using the "big river into the blasphemy" style first, and then escape temporarily in the reverse "white rainbow through Japan" style.

But this thought nearly killed her.

The great river entering the lake and the white rainbow penetrating the sun were launched one after another, but they were far from exerting their power.

Lu's wife suddenly remembered Ning's long-term advice -- Tianzong's good fortune.

Tianyu sword Scripture is the foundation of Tianzong's qi movement. Her sword body and virtual sword are not in the scope of Tianzong's qi movement, which naturally has no influence. However, her most skillful sword scripture style is greatly reduced in this declining field.

Jiuying breaks through the space barrier and bumps into Lu Jiajia's body. Lu Jiajia's big river is interrupted by force, and his body flies upside down. He suddenly bumps into the peach curtain and sinks in.

Lu's disordered heart was calm for a moment. When jiuying came with a huge sword like tail, she directly broke the void with her sword, cut through the peach curtain and came to the outside of Tianzong.

Jiuying catches up.

Lu Jia took a look at the direction of tianku peak. She had a slightly confused look and was determined immediately.

The two figures broke through Yujian Tianzong. They still fought and fought all the way. Lu married and fought and retreated. Although they didn't suffer any fatal injury, they were not the enemies of today's complete jiuying. If they went on like this, they would be dragged down sooner or later.

All the way to the north, they went in the direction of the South wasteland.

On the way to the north, Lu's body was too heavily loaded today, and the two unhealed clouds and Baifu orifices were suddenly torn apart.

It's painful.

The dress behind her fainted in blood red.

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Ning long wakes up and suddenly sits up from the bed. Ning Xiaoling, who is still decocting medicine, is also startled. She quickly puts down her work and runs to the elder martial brother. She says with concern: "elder martial brother... What's the matter?"

Rather long cover his head, eyelids tremble with unreasonable frequency. His lips were dry and moving, like countless words hidden on his lips. He wanted to gush out, but he couldn't say a word.

Ning long pressed his chest and forced a breath of aura. Although his breath had recovered, the wound in his body was still like an ant biting him.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Ning Changchang asked.

Ning Xiaoling looked at him pitifully, and there was some crying in her voice: "elder martial brother, you just woke up after a quarter of an hour's sleep... Sleep a little more, younger martial sister will help you to guard well."

"A quarter of an hour..." Ning long calm tone.

It's only a quarter of an hour, but it has been thousands of years.

"I... Dreamed of a Taoist temple." Ning long said suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised. On the first day when she came to the Imperial City, Ning Xiaoling also heard that elder martial brother said so.

Ning long but did not go on.

He pursed his mouth tightly and deeply understood the truth that the secret of heaven can not be revealed. He hid his previous dream in the bottom of his heart. In that dream, he saw a snow sweeping all over the world. Maybe the world was too empty, or the snow was really too big. He lost in it for a long time before he found a broken and familiar Taoist temple. Beyond the Taoist temple, it is the scene of their ascent under the moon of that year.

In this dream, he saw the elder martial brothers and sisters again, but they stood in the wind and snow, covered with a layer of cold and unspeakable frost and snow, which was as thin as the dust of years, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not erase it. Ning gave up trying for a long time, he stepped back step by step, and then met something on his back.

It was a tree, covered with snow.

He touched his waist subconsciously, nothing.

He calmed down and looked at the elder martial brothers and sisters in the snow. Suddenly, he found that there were only six figures in the snow, and he could not see the master and himself.

When this thought came up, he found himself unable to move... Then, he watched the frost on his arm, and his flesh and blood faded, like a stone statue.

This scene made him fear from the bottom of his heart. The tide of dream receded quickly. Before all the disillusionment, he looked up and found a sun hanging in the air.

A still emitting light, but pale cold sun.

He woke up with a start.

"What about marriage? Where is she now? Have you decided with jiuying? " Ning asked eagerly after a long time of concentration.

"Married... Shifu and jiuying left Sifeng." Ning Xiaoling said to him the news from martial uncle Yazhu: "it seems that they didn't win or lose. Now they are fighting all the way to the north."“ North? " Ning Long Yi a, ask a way: "exactly north?" Ning Xiaoling nodded. She quickly turned out a map for her elder martial brother. Ning Changjiu took the map and scanned it. In the map, the territory of the state of Zhao flashed in the afterglow. Its shape was like two pieces of jade. He immediately found the position of Yujian Tianzong and pushed his finger forward in the direction of due north. That's where liantian town passes by, and after liantian town is Nanhuang. His breathing was a little short, and his heart was beating. Even Ning Xiaoling could hear it clearly“ I'm going to see Zhang Qiyu. " Ning long said suddenly. Ning Xiaoling was stunned and said: "elder martial brother, please calm down. If the patriarch can return to the mountain gate, doesn't it just mean that Zhang qieyu has been killed? And where are you going to find him now... "Ning Changjiu shook his head and said," I don't think things are that simple. " Ning Xiaoling pinched her skirt and rubbed it hard. She was very worried, but she didn't know how to comfort her elder martial brother. She had to ask, "elder martial brother, do you really want to save master?" Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "I have to help her." Ning Xiaoling said: "but your present cultivation is just to die in vain..." Ning took a deep breath for a long time. A guess in his heart outlined the shape. He said: "I have a way."“ Yes, elder martial brother has the most methods... "Ning Xiaoling said weakly, and her skirt was wrinkled between her fingers“ Younger martial sister. " Ning Changjiu lifted the quilt, got up from the bed and said seriously, "wait for me to come back." Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, wiped her cheek and said, "elder martial brother, sister Xiang'er and master can help you so much, but I can't do anything." Ning long habitually rubbed her head, squatted down and said with a smile: "you are the money bag of elder martial brother." Ning Xiaoling said, "elder martial brother, you are not allowed to leave things behind."“ Good“ Well, protect the master. "“ Good“ By the way, it's better not to let jiuying destroy liantian town. The goblins in it are very lovely... We will go there to provide for the aged in the future. " Ning Xiaoling raised her head and pursed a smile“ Why not go to Linhe City? "“ If you don't go, Linhe City is gloomy. How can liantian town be good? "“ Good Ning long nodded. He took a brand-new white dress from the hanger and put it on. Then he turned back to his younger martial sister and said with a gentle smile. Ning Xiaoling watched him walk out of the room and toward his own room. Her tears broke down suddenly. Where can elder martial brother cheat her? They are all of one heart... What can they do? It's clear that she will die... But she can't think of any freedom to block except her selfishness. She hated every tear of her own. Ning long came to his room. He took down the bluebird painting hanging on the wall. Then, he took clear water, melted the ink with sword fire, dipped the edge of the pen in the ink, and put the eye on the bird with a special technique. After the finishing touch, the bird on the roll is lifelike, and seems to be ready to fly out at any time. This is a sparrow painted by Zhang qieyu early this morning. Ning Changjiu secretly took the painting away before he left. Today, the title of the palindrome in liantian town has not been revised. He can enter liantian town with any painting by Zhang Qiyu. He put down his pen, took his sword, and touched the picture scroll. Then his figure faded, as if there were towers in the picture, and the immortal went by the sparrow.