Beyond the Divine States

The big explosion spread at a high speed with a huge annular flame wave, and the cloudy color in the sky was ignited. From a broad view, it was full of red like the coming of the end. The huge sound and violent air wave also had the momentum of overturning the world, like a fierce beast out of the gate. The wall stood up and roared down.

Even far away, the huge roar is still mixed with the heat wave. People in duanjie city and the tribe can feel the burning and rolling temperature on their cheeks. After a short period of stagnation, they walk around. The noise is like the crackling sound in the burning firewood.

For thousands of years, the sky here is only turbid white and thick black, today is the third color in the sky.

In the sky of duanjie City, the golden cross was dyed crimson. Simang was nailed on it. His white skirt was like blood, and his silver hair was like blood, like Camellia dying at dusk.

At one end of the cross, the black crow rattles to the sky, and the waves separate in front of it and flow behind it. At the lower end of the cross, the black snake tightens its body and winds around the post. It keeps spitting letters, its pupils are red, and its black scales reflect red light with its wriggling body.

The wave that came with the loud noise overturned many houses. The broken tiles and wooden pillars were flying all over the sky. Many people were immediately lifted up without the protection of the walls. They fell like airbags, and their blood was gushing. Many people were also pressed under the collapsed houses, and they struggled to reach out their arms. Then they were trampled with blood by the flustered crowd.

Siming overlooks the chaos under the city, but calms down a lot. The fierce wind is also like a giant hand, holding her firmly on the scaffold. Her white skirt and skin are tightly pressed to the extreme, and the exquisite curve is almost perfect.

It's just that no one has time to pay attention to her.

She closed her eyes and pursed her red lips without any temperature.

"Yechu, your idea is always elusive." She murmured to herself, recalling the gentle but Heavenly Lord. When she was a young girl, the Lord took her outside the sundial to see the law of time for the first time.

At that time, she asked Yechu, do you have any wishes when you are so strong?

Yechu said with a smile at that time that he wanted to see someone who could really walk out of the light cone of fate. He also said that he hoped the LORD would be that person.

It's a pity that they all know the following things. The existence of the Lord is not the one who can escape fate.

She struggled with her hands, but failed to break away the nail of judgment with her wrist tied. The pain from her wrist came to her. Her lips pressed tighter and she finally gave up. The crow on the cross stared at her coldly, and her eyes seemed to warn her.

She hopes that Yechu can leave, so that he will never see his humiliation. She also hopes that Yechu can come back. Even if he hates himself again, he will not suffer such humiliation

She knows that this is her own divine annihilation, the fragile emotion brought by human nature.

I don't know why, the figure of the boy in white suddenly flashed in her mind... The damned boy.

She wanted to cut him to pieces, but now she just didn't want him to see him like this.

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In the tribes beyond the snow plain, many people also ran out of the street. They looked up and watched the explosion from point to face in the sky. The red flames pushed the white light curtain and spread thousands of miles.

"What is that?"

"The gods must be angry. The sky is falling..."

"Our Shizu once said that if we can't find a way out, we will be doomed in the end..."

"Run! Run away

The voice of the people gathered together like a wave, with the unique ruggedness of the village accent. At the moment, in the distant sky, the huge impact is not breaking through everything. When the power comes, the village will be a miserable situation of houses destroyed and corpses everywhere.

"Look... What's that?"

"It's like the Lord of God!"

"Lord God..."

What they point to is a sudden, white point in a red sky, just like a white gull hovering in the air.

Ning Changjiu is facing the fire that has spread across the sky.

Before the huge storm came, he did not hesitate to draw his sword and cut it into the sky.

It was the first time that he really made a sword after the cultivation of Shura shenlu. He didn't have a clear authority on his back. All he could rely on was a body of Taoism and a sword in his hand.

The young man's white clothes are like the wings in the sky. The wings are small, but they seem to protect the whole tribe.

The sword had already come out of its sheath and was raised high. The front of the sword was facing his eyebrows and eyes. The strength of both arms poured in and cut forward along the axis of the whole person. The front of the sword reflected the light of the sky like fire. At this moment, the spirit power poured in, and it was a burning iron sword, burning everything in anger.

In a short period of time, the force as heavy as ten thousand mountains pressed on the edge of the sword.

Ning Changjiu snorted. The meridians and muscles on his arm holding the sword burst, and those blood veins seemed to be beating. His hands holding the sword were burned red by the heat.

"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli ran out of the room and looked at the figure in the sky. For a moment, she was a little confused. She subconsciously pulled out her sword, but at the moment, her realm was still insufficient, and she couldn't reach his height at all.

She quickly turned back to look at the yard, in the corner saw holding wings shivering blood feather Jun, roared: "red head chicken! Fly, take me up

Xueyu Jun would rather die than follow: "this day is going to collapse, little girl, go and hide. Anyway, there is a tall man standing on it. If he can't stand it, no one can stand it. Let's wait for death together..."

Shao Xiaoli was so angry that her face was very hot. She looked at it and said angrily, "all the meat that you've been feeding this month has been fed to Wang Ba!"

Xueyujun doesn't feel that she is scolding herself. She covers her head with her wings, just like a son of a bitch.

Shao Xiaoli was so angry that he stamped his feet and wanted to kill the red headed chicken and throw it into the pot. She turned her head and turned to the sky. As soon as she was dark, she immediately blocked her eyes with her sleeve and turned her head away. Rao Shi was still stinging in her eyes. She squeezed her eyes out of her arms, covered her beating heart, and endured the pain to see the safety of her boss.

Ning Changchang was hanging over the stockade, and stepped on a branch under his feet. When the impact came, the branch was crushed to powder, but Ning Changchang was intact. In his body, the Golden Lotus with countless petals bloomed brilliantly. His spiritual power poured into the sword and ignited the fire of the sword. Then he dragged all his strength to press on, and the blade seemed to hold a mountain, Push it up.

The power broke through the critical point. Ning Changjiu gave a clear roar, and Shura shenlu immediately urged him to the extreme. The power mixed with heat came against his sword and was forced back.

Ning Changjiu's white clothes are crazy. In his mind, the second elder martial brother's sword that splits the spirit swallowing man comes up. At that time, everything is like blood. The sunset swallows the sky. The pure sword light splits everything, and then the sun falls steadily into the valley.

He imitated this knife, but only imitated three points of divine intention. His body keeps rising, I don't know what it is

A man with a sword or a sword with a man.

The sword cuts across the sky.

The intention of destruction is to divide the waves.

There was silence in the tribe.

This disaster did not really come. The wave of destruction was split in the sky, and then spread to both sides, destroying only half of the wall around the stockade.

Ning Long's figure fell down and landed on the roof of a watchtower. He gasped for breath, and his eyes were slightly black. His eyes looked at the front and top, and he estimated the arrival time of wave after wave. After he chopped it three times, the sky finally subsided.

Shao Xiaoli came running from a distance with a kettle in his arms.

Shao Xiaoli jumped up to the watchtower, and several of her bodies ascended to the roof. She looked at Ning Changjiu, who was squatting at the bottom of the building. She couldn't help reaching out and touching his cheek: "boss, you are so hot."

Ning long vomited a mouthful of heat, took the kettle next to him, drank it all, and said with a smile, "I've lived in vain for so long. I can't watch them die of natural and man-made disasters."

Shao Xiaoli looked at him and said seriously, "you are the real God King. I am not worthy to be called the queen of God, and the red headed chicken is not worthy to be the God of light."

As he spoke, Xueyu Jun also stumbled over from a distance, shouting: "Uncle Ning is OK. I'm late to help you. Don't blame me."

Shao Xiaoli is so angry that her face is almost bulging. She kicks Xueyu Jun to the ground. Then she holds Ning Changjiu and says gently, "how's the boss, OK?"

Ning Changjiu says it's OK. Shura shenlu makes his physical strength different from what it used to be. He doesn't even leave any scars on his body. Only the spiritual power in the sea of Qi evaporates, making his Qi and blood unable to carry on for a short time. He looks weak.

"Get out of the way!" Ning Changjiu suddenly pushes Shao Xiaoli away, then draws out his sword and stabs forward. What the blade points to is a piece of black feather.

It was a feather falling from the scarlet sky.

Ning Changjiu's sword bumps into the black feather, but it can't shake it. After the two attacks, Ning Changjiu's figure falls down from the watchtower. He inserts his sword into the ground and stops his backward figure. The black feather comes with him like a bird eating bones.

Shao Xiaoli was pushed to the body in a flash, and fell on the roof. When she recovered, she found that the boss had already fought with the feather.

The two figures crisscrossed in the alley. Ning long was like a goat being chased by a fly, keeping a distance from the black feather.

"It doesn't seem to want to attack you." As you chase me, the spirit of sword Scripture in your body suddenly says.

Ning Changjiu also realized this. He swept back, put his sword in front of him, and set up a protective sword field. However, the black feather stopped four or five feet in front of him. It moved with Ning Changjiu's forward or backward steps, always keeping a distance.

"It just seems to want to see you." The spirit of the sword Sutra guessed.

Ning long thought of the dark shadow at the end of the sky before the explosion, and also guessed: "this is the feather of sin King..."

The spirit of the sword sutra was surprised and said, "how can it be? Why did sin Jun come here? "

"There is no one in charge of this place. It has its own laws. In the eyes of the Lord of God, it is a place beyond the law. It's not unexpected that the king of sin will come. It's just a coincidence." Ning has been staring at the black feather for a long time and never let down his guard.

The spirit of the sword Sutra asked, "why didn't it do it to you?"

Ning Changjiu had a guess in his heart: "maybe it's because I don't have to kill."

The spirit of the sword Sutra immediately thought of what happened in that month, and then was afraid to say, "is that all the arrangements of the sin king?"

Ning Changjiu nodded gently: "even, we may have met him."

Facing the Lord of the kingdom of God is hard to imagine even for the monks among the five ways. The spirit of sword Scripture is cold.

Rather long stare at that piece of black feather, vigilantly move a footstep, black feather equally inch Xu don't let.

Shao Xiaoli came running with a sword. She also noticed the hovering feather and said in surprise, "what is this?"

Ning Changjiu's spiritual power consumption is serious now, and he has no way to take it. He says helplessly: "it should be a decorative pendant."

Shao Xiaoli is even more nervous when she hears the speech. She looks at the black feather as if she is facing a big enemy, as if her position in the river and lake has been impacted unprecedentedly.

Ning long and that black feather confrontation for a long time, both sides are the enemy do not move, I do not move.

Ning long pretended to faint on the ground, black feather just approached some distance, like the difficult, hard to shake the law.

"Why do you want to cast a black feather to watch me at this juncture?" Ning long open eyes, the heart does not understand.

The spirit way of sword Scripture: "maybe it's because of the secret hidden in you."

Ning long asked, "is it possible that he is also afraid?"

The spirit of the sword Scripture sneered, "you have a thick skin."

Rather long no longer pay attention to that piece of black feather, only a wisp of divine consciousness, always lock its movement.

They went back to the house together. The door was full of worshippers, chanting the name of the God King. Xueyu stood on the threshold and comforted the people with high spirits. Only when he saw Shao Xiaoli coming forward with a sharpened sword did he step back behind the scenes.

Ning long does not like to be worshipped.

When there is a great calamity in the world, no matter ordinary people or practitioners would have come forward. Those are all the water that converges into a river. The river can be intercepted and diverted, but it doesn't change. This is also the reason why after the great calamity 500 years ago, in the world of Wanfa's decline, the human race can open up wasteland and prosper again before the demons.

Ning long appeased the crowd, tired to return to the room, the piece of black feather behind him, do not look at it, it is like a shadow of nothingness.

The sky as red as the sea has gradually lost its color. The disaster of destroying everything seems to be the real past, and the world has returned to the heavy darkness.

Ning long sleeps on the couch, and the spirit of the sword Sutra is always awake, staring at the movement of the black feather. Shao Xiaoli is also worried and worried, and he has to watch the night by Ning Long's bed. Xueyujun squats on the roof, looking at the sky and observing if anyone falls from it.

Nothing happened overnight.

When Ning Changchang opened her eyes, the black feather was still five feet in front of her. Shao Xiaoli didn't sleep all night. She had a light smoky make-up around her eyes. She held her cheeks with her hands and rubbed her hair a little disorderly. She seemed a little unhappy.

Ning long patted her on the shoulder and said in a soft voice, "go to sleep quickly."

Shao Xiaoli whispered: "who is Lu Jiajia?"

"Well?" Suddenly hear this name, rather long also some are stunned: "what's the matter? How do you know? "

Shao Xiaoli said: "when you sleep, you call her name."

Ning didn't speak for a long time. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "what about Zhao xianger?"

Shao Xiaoli has no good way: "you guess."

Rather long did not dare to ask, he put on his clothes, out of the house, looking back at the chaos of the sky.

The spirit of the sword sutra was puzzled and said, "why is it that the battle is over, but sin king has not appeared yet?"

Ning long thought of a passage that Yechu had said to himself. The sky curtain at the junction of the two worlds was built by the man who killed the headless God in that year according to the absolute law of time. The speed of flow was tens of thousands of times faster than that of the normal world, even there

The moment of occurrence, converted to this side of the world, is a long time.

Ning took his eyes back for a long time.

After one night's cultivation, his internal injury had healed. When he recalled Shao Xiaoli's words, their figures reappeared in his mind. They were beautiful in black skirts and cool in sword clothes.

He wants to see them, and he doesn't want to hide any words when he meets them again, at least he doesn't want to leave regrets before the end of fate.

Now he has no confidence to go out, even if he just lives.

His original plan was to seize the power when Siming and Yechu were at war. He had the withered branch to restrain Siming and the Shura body beyond Yechu's estimate. He also thought about how to counter them in the melee and how to absorb the power later. He even thought about how to humiliate Siming after seizing the power.

But the appearance of the king of sin disrupted everything. By what means did he defeat the Supreme God?

He looked at the black feather floating in front of him and sighed. He didn't know how much the power of Yechu could hurt sin Jun.

Then, he found a more difficult thing to accept. If he wanted to be the enemy of sin Jun, he might also want to seek cooperation with Siming.

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Duanjie city also gradually recovered from the mess.

Almost all the houses of civilians were destroyed, while the royal palaces were relatively strong, but more than half of them were destroyed and collapsed, and Shao Xiaoli's house was not spared.

Many, many people died in the royal family, and the living gathered to discuss the source of the disaster and the plan of reconstruction.

They all blame the root of the disaster on Siming.

It's just that the silver haired woman has the beauty of bringing disaster to the country and the people. Although many people are indignant, they actually see that she is nailed to the cross, and the weakness revealed in the graceful and arrogant curve. They are salivating in their hearts. But there is a fierce snake under the cross, which declares that everyone is the prey of the gods, No mortal can be near.

But the woman made the prosperous royal city look like this. They still wanted to punish her. Someone made a bow and arrow, tied the rotten vegetable leaves on it, and shot at simang. Simang just couldn't break away from the trial, and didn't really lose his power. Naturally, the rotten vegetable leaves couldn't hit her, but she still felt ashamed. For thousands of years, How did she ever bear the eyes of ordinary people?

But the man who drew a bow and took an arrow without permission was killed by the black snake and swallowed in his stomach.

This even aroused the anger of the people. They firmly believed that this was the witch that led to all disasters, but no one dared to further explore. So they gathered many people to abuse her under the hanging cross every day, and even invited the best surviving painters in the city to spread out a huge rice paper to record this scene forever, In the art building, there was a dance rehearsal. The content was the story of the enchantress bewitching the crowd, and finally being punished by the gods, tied to the cross, and burned to death after being whipped.

Siming overlooks the city. Her eyelids are low, but she doesn't want to face them. She looks at the gray sky with light. Pain still comes from her nailed wrist. The black snake at the bottom of the cross looks at the broken city with her.

When Siming was waiting for the end of their battle, she had figured out that no matter who won, she would be doomed. Sin Jun wanted to devour her own power, but after she lost her power and realm, she would become an ordinary person with a beautiful skin bag. She hated the whole city like that, and she shuddered when she just thought about the end.

If Yechu is lucky enough to win, after he loses the means to soar, his last means is to devour himself and cut open the door of chaos with the power of integrating fate and time.

She would rather be the latter. Those thoughts that only made her feel ridiculous in her mind in the past are like nightmares that will come true all the time. She would rather die with perfect body than linger in humiliation and despair.

She remembered a story she had heard in the past. A woman was put into the most difficult prison to escape. On the first day, she thought that if someone could save herself, she would marry him. On the seventh day, she thought that if someone could save herself, she would promise him anything, even to be the most loyal and humble slave. A month later, she fell into real despair, Almost crazy, she thought that if someone came to save herself, she would kill him

She was not sure what she thought, but she knew that the end of the story was usually no one to help, and then the prisoner was taken to the execution ground and killed.

She also silently counted the days in her heart, and her face returned to tranquility, as if waiting for the arrival of fate.

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High up in the air, the collision ended quickly.

Yechu bumps into sin Jun with a hundred years' savings, and then everything around him starts to burn, disintegrate and fall off rapidly. Finally, the empty space containing himself is broken when he collides with sin Jun.

At that moment, the impact between them even exceeded the limit that the world could tolerate. The void collapsed, and flames shot up from it. In the center of the explosion, he flew to the higher sky against sin Jun, just like a shooting star against the sky.

The black robe of sin king is rolling and burning. He reaches out his hand and presses the fireball in front of him. The darkness under his robe does not fluctuate at all. The flame from the front engulfs him.

Night apart from pushing sin Jun to fly up at a high speed, their sky, endless chaos of the deep, there is a large void of the world, it is separated from this side of the world and the kingdom of God, but also the absolute law of time. They rushed into it together, and the sky shattering sound was engulfed by the void before it had time to ring. It was supposed to be a very short moment, but it was pulled very long by the time in the void. When the flame went out, sin Jun stretched out his left hand, a little between his fingers, and Yechu's body fell down. He still opened his eyes, with an eternal smile on his face. In his blurred vision, sin Jun's black robe was burned away, revealing a big and terrible gap. He knew that sin Jun was also seriously injured. Even if it was just a projection, he still felt very proud. Sin Jun looked at his right body burned by the fire, still without any expression of fluctuation, the black liquid gushed out of his body, repairing his own projection. Instead of chasing Yechu's body, he looked up and saw the boundary between the two worlds. This is not a hindrance to the noumenon in the kingdom of sin, but at the moment he drives the law to extend his finger, but it doesn't leave any trace. He became more and more curious about who was behind all this, and what was the ultimate purpose of that person? It's many years since he faced the unknown again. He knows that he can't stay here too long. Every breath delayed here is a day in the outside world. Seven breath has passed since night when he bumped him into this place. Seven days have passed in the outside world（ Thanks to the helmsman who was praised by the book friend, dark born layast!! Thank you for your support! Momeda!)（ PS2: it's a vertical and horizontal voting activity. At present, there are 16 students who are married. If there are no students who have voted yet, it's suggested that all the three votes should be counted for marriage! The activity address is on the scroll banner of the app Bookstore page!)