Beyond the Divine States

Simang stands on the high platform, under the black robe and silver hair, and the endless land and city hold her high. The night within reach melts into her cold eyes. When she overlooks duanjie City, she seems to swallow up the whole city.

Simang's words are still ringing slowly.

Her clear as a mirror of the road heart, suddenly flashed a very light shadow, like a mosquito skimming over the water, fleeting.

She immediately turned on the power to turn back her time.

Before time went back to counting breath, she stared at the mirror like heart lake, but saw nothing.

The cool night wind poured into her robe, making her body colder.

"Is wrong..." she thought silently, what will happen after today is too important for her, she is not willing to let go any trace that may become interference.

Her eyes passed slowly through the crowd, and at last she found nothing.

Yes, I must be too suspicious. Night and that damned boy are still shrinking their heads outside the ice now. How dare they come?

She took back her sight and the heart of Tao was like water again.

At the end of the crowd, the shadow of the black plume in the black robe, like a burned clean water mark, disappeared quietly. He didn't know where he was going. When he disappeared, his eyes hidden in the black robe looked at Siming coldly and said two syllables in obscure words:

"Guilty."

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This is the most important day of duanjie City, and the temple of gods opened the door for all the royal families.

Before Shiyuan, simang set up ten copper lamps with extremely long lampposts. The lamp flame was not orange red, but like a burning crystal with a faint blue flame, just like the devout waiter holding a candle before Shiyuan.

This is the lamp array set up by simang. What those flames burn is not candle oil, but gray and materialized time.

Simang can take the bronze lamp as a puppet and temporarily lend his power to them, so that his law can spread to more people and fields.

She stood in front of Shiyuan, with her back to the people. The door of Shiyuan had been opened, and the sunken plane fell in front of her eyes. Her figure in front of Shiyuan's door seemed so small, but it took away all her eyes. Her silver hair and black robe were so beautiful that they looked like the description of a myth.

The disciples of the royal family gathered at the door feverishly, not to mention men. Even many girls could not take their eyes back for a long time when they saw her.

"Let's go." Siming's sleeves moved without wind. She went to one side and stood outside the ten copper lamps. The glittering and translucent lamp flame was the same color as her eyes.

This is the beginning of the Royal calling.

The first ten people stood nervously at the entrance of Shiyuan. Their ceremony was simple. After a short chant, they directly poured blood into Shiyuan.

Shiyuan's movements were not stopped. It seemed that she had never met this kind of thing before. The whole hall began to shake. The people who were originally excited were immediately flustered. Fortunately, Siming stood like a sea god needle. At the beginning of the shaking, she stretched out her hand, pressed it down gently and returned to calm.

On the light curtain of Shiyuan, ripples form a pattern and sway in circles.

The translucent spirits come out, fly or climb, or climb and leap, and then they are made into complete shapes. They are stained with divinity and ferocity. They are hoarse and grinning, and their eyes are constantly sweeping around.

Just when Shen Xiang wanted to move the array and erase their ferocity, so that these Royal descendants could accept them one by one, simang frowned slightly and pointed his finger to the void.

More than ten candlelight are bright.

Back in time.

Back before calling.

The blood is back in the abyss of time.

The gods crawled out one by one.

Simang looked at the ten new gods climbing out again, relaxed and nodded.

All the people present did not notice the trace of time reversal, so did Shenxiang.

Today, her Daojing is stronger than that of the first World War in Xuexia.

The prime minister started the great array to wipe out the evil spirits, but the monks of the royal family could suppress them one by one.

Sin Jun didn't go deeper. He could already guess what kind of plane it was.

With the authority of God, he looked down on everything that he could see. The feathers on his black robe floated down gently, like a series of orders.

This is a world away from the Lord of God, away from the rule of law.

So whether it's a God, a king, or a boy in white

Everyone here is guilty and has a different crime.

As long as it is out of the jurisdiction of the people, it is a crime!

Before dark, sin Jun looked aside and enjoyed the emotions that had not been surging up in his heart for a hundred years. They were ups and downs, like an unpredictable tide.

He wants to open his own day of judgment in this barren country.

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