Beyond the Divine States

Ning long saw Yechu again four days after the end of the war.

A withered meteor glided through the sky and fell into the depth of the wasteland. Ning Changjiu, aware of the change, immediately went to the depth of the wasteland with a withered branch and sword. After crossing a poisonous swamp, he saw Yechu in a broken scallop like Valley above a piece of withered grass.

Yechu is now a dilapidated puppet. His arms are all black carbon, with wooden lattice cracks, just like a few fire wood still hanging on his body. He hangs alone on the stone wall, and most of the threads of fate that run through his body have been burned away. He hangs on the stone in a simple way, like a spider charred by a forest fire.

When Ning Changchang came, Yechu raised his head. He had no facial features and could not distinguish human form. Half of his face was burned black and half of his face was smoked deep ash. When he got close, he could even smell the smell of wood burning. He hung his knuckles and raised his head weakly. He had no eyes, but he seemed to be trying to identify the comer.

"Here you are?" I don't know where the sound of Yechu comes from.

Ning Changjiu, with a gentle hum, stepped on the stone wall, cut off the threads that entangled him, and put him on the ground. His body was curled up and deformed because of the burning of the fire, and the sound was like the dry heat from the fire.

Ningchang didn't expect that Yechu was still alive. He wanted to stabilize his injury, but he didn't know where to start.

"Don't waste your efforts..." Yechu wriggles her stiff neck joint, and black charcoal falls.

Ning Changjiu asked, "is the man who opposes you the king of sin?"

Yechu replied, "he is the Supreme Lord of the kingdom of God. Even if it's just projection, we still can't win him."

Ning long asked, "what about others? Where is it now? "

Yechu said, "it won't be long before he comes back. At that time, you, I still have the destiny... No one can escape. "

Ning Changchang said, "how can he judge me?"

Even if it is the Lord of the kingdom of God, abuse of power will still be backfired by the power itself.

Yechu chuckled and said, "don't forget, this is not the outside world, but an independent place... This is in the rules. Of course, the sin king can not abide by the rules. Why do you want to add to your sin?"

Ning long silence for a long time, he knew that if the sin king is not willing to self-respect status, forced punishment, then they have no room for maneuver.

Ning Changjiu asked, "is there no way?"

Yechu said: "he's also injured. He's very seriously injured. He can't recover in a short time under the pressure of the law. This is an opportunity."

Ning long asked, "what should I do?"

Yechu said, "if you get the power of fate and time, they will have the power to cut the sky. Maybe this is the only chance to defeat sin king."

For his proposal, Ning Changchang also guessed, he did not show surprise, just squatting body, calmly looking at him, said: "OK, say your conditions."

Yechu's throat seems to be blocked by lime, and his voice is more and more blurred.

"Help me." He said.

Ning long asked: "how to save?"

Yechu said in an asthmatic tone: "my heart is blocked... Open my heart, help me clean it, and I'll tell you the following..."

Ning Chang's eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and the burning smell of wood lingered on the tip of his nose. He looked at the burnt puppet and could not understand why it had a heart.

"Quick." Night in addition to urging a, clearly no nose and mouth, the voice is like breathing difficulties.

Ning Changjiu pulls out the iron sword and aims it at his left chest. The blade of the sword is covered with spiritual power and pushes it in. Yechu's body suddenly trembles, and each joint makes a creaking sound. The wood ash falls down the blade, and then the weak rhythm of the heart is also conveyed. Ning Changjiu uses the sword to open his chest and sees a beating heart.

Ning long cut out the heart, night in addition to such as electric shock, head weakness, like a corpse.

The heart is beating abruptly. Its surface is filled with burnt black wood, full of paint like light. There are numerous cracks and gullies on it, and thick liquid oozes from it, emitting a bad smell.

Ning Changjiu finds a dark spring flowing out of Po Po under the nearby rocks. He carefully breaks the dirt on the surface of his heart with his spiritual power, and then draws water to wash it. After the dirt on the surface is washed away, Ning Changjiu suddenly gives a cry.

It's not an ordinary heart.

It is crystal clear, and the blood in it is like red lines of the moon. It coagulates quietly in it. On its surface, there are several exquisite orifices.

"It's a seven knack heart!" The spirit of the sword Sutra could not resist and exclaimed: "it is said that there is a kind of Faceless Man in this world. Their seven orifices are not on their faces, but on their hearts. I thought it was just a legend, but it was true."

Ning Changjiu also knows the story of seven tricks. He thinks of Yechu's blank face when he turns into a puppet, and it suddenly comes to him.

The spirit of sword Sutra looked at it and said in a trembling voice: "it's said that as long as you eat seven tricks of exquisite heart, you can easily cross the threshold of five ways... Many years ago, there was a tyrant, whose country was in danger, and a loyal minister advised him. He didn't listen to the advice and opened his heart in the king's court. That heart was the heart of seven orifices. This heart was swallowed by a demon fox around the tyrant, and the demon fox suddenly had nine tails, If you enter the five peaks, you can't get out of the volcano. "

Ning long looked at the beating heart in his hand, gently shook his head: "I don't believe these opportunities."

The spirit of the sword Sutra sighed. He knew that if there was no escape from his disaster after 12 years, then all the chances would be in vain.

Ning Changjiu took the heart back to Yechu and put it back into his body. Yechu's originally drooping limbs regained their strength, but the incision on his chest could not be closed. Everyone could see the expanding and contracting heart in his chest.

Yechu twisted his head. Although he had no facial features, he could feel his smile for a long time.

"Fortunately, you didn't eat it. The end of that fox demon was not good." Yechu stretched out his carbonized hand and covered his heart, saying: "under the peak of Tongjie, the soul is stripped, the bone is melted, the corpse is cut... This is the end result of Qiqiao Linglong's heart."

Ning long no reaction, just light way: "I don't like to eat viscera just."

Yechu also laughed and said, "a person like you may really have a chance to win him."

Ning Changjiu said, "what should I do?"

Yechu took a look at the crow feather around him. He didn't feel surprised. He said seriously, "spirit, take me and simang as your calling spirit, and you can have the power of fate and time at the same time."

Ning Changchang's brow is slightly raised. On the first day when he left Shiyuan, he saw the spiritual contract. They are like more powerful afterheaven spirits, which can be called to his side at any time and connected with his own realm. They are like steel swords growing out of bones.

Rather long doubt asked: "people can also contract with people?"

Yechu answered: "we are not pure people. I am a puppet. Simang is a porcelain man. In a sense, we are also spirits climbing out of the abyss of fetal spirit..."

This is also the only way to defeat sin Jun at present.

Ning Changchang said: "how to make a contract?"

Yechu coughed a few times. He wanted to stand up all over, but his burning wood like body couldn't be stable. He said weakly, "just follow the contract of Shiyuan calling spirit. We will live with you at that time... This is an unbreakable fetter."

Ning Changchang didn't believe that he couldn't cut it off. He even thought that after the decisive battle, Yechu and Siming would betray themselves.

"The dragon has to raise a tiger to fight back." The spirit of the sword Scripture said: "first subdue the sick tiger, and then we will go to duanjie city to take the white tiger."

Ning Changchang didn't want to pay attention to the ridicule of Jian Jing.

"Take me back first." Night apart from weakly finish this sentence, head down again.

Ning Changjiu took Yechu to cross the mountains. At last, they crossed a river with stone beasts. The stockade was behind the river.

Shao Xiaoli went out to meet him. When she saw the puppet on his back, she thought it was the old man who bought him a new toy. Just as she wanted to be ashamed, she saw that the old man had left the puppet on the ground. Shao Xiaoli caught a glimpse of the beating heart on his chest, and his chest was also aching.

Ning Changjiu pulls Shao Xiaoli aside. She looks serious and solemnly instructs many words. Shao Xiaoli's face is wonderful. She can't believe it. She looks at Ning Changjiu and points her finger at herself, full of self-confidence.

Ning sighed for a long time, rubbed her head, very organized, only you left, so this task can only be arranged to give you the feeling of happiness.

Shao Xiaoli, who was in danger, stood upright with a bitter face.

When Yechu wakes up again, his hands and feet still can't move, but he looks more energetic. He looks around the room, watching xueyujun fold his wings and stand at the head of the bed staring at himself, while Ningchang is practicing Shura shenlu under the eaves.

Yechu didn't make a sound. He just turned his head and looked at it for a while. When Ning long finished a cycle of the whole week, he spoke slowly.

"So you've been lying to me." Yechu chuckled, even though he had fought with the Lord of the kingdom of God, he was open-minded and even had the feeling of death without regret. But at the moment, he still couldn't restrain the shock in his heart: "Shura shenlu 81, so you have already finished it? What is the origin of a man like you? "

Ning long opened his eyes and said, "don't you lie to me all the time?"

Yechu said with a miserable smile: "but you can practice faster than me... Far from cheating you, I was also listed as the evidence of sin by the king, and almost died of it."

"A wise man is always harmed by his own cleverness." Ning long casually answered the question and went straight to the theme: "it's not too late to make a contract. I don't know when sin Jun will come. This black feather always locks me. As long as sin Jun appears, he can find me immediately. "

Night in addition to nodded, and said: "I have a condition."

"He said

"If we are lucky enough to win over sin king, when you leave this world, we will find a way to take you with us, and then we will be gods and kings again, and we will embrace you as the new Lord of the kingdom of God." Yechu said his conditions.

Ning Changjiu was indifferent to the big cake of the Lord of the kingdom of God and said, "didn't you say there can only be one person here?"

Yechu replied: "if one person gets the right way, chickens and dogs can't go up to heaven, but at the other end of the sky, maybe there is a way to open the world. I just hope you don't abandon us."

"Who said I couldn't go to heaven! How could Mr. Ning leave me! " Xueyujun protested indignantly.

Rather long ignore it, nodded, way: "I promise you."

Yechu didn't ask him to make any notes or vows. He stretched out his hand and said, "let's go. I'll tell you how to make the contract."

Ning Changjiu saw that Yechu's body was shaking slightly, and his words came from his limbs. Ning Changjiu seemed to return to the first day when he came to duanjie city. The scriptures of the spirit calling ceremony came from the light curtain and guided him forward.

But now he's on the other side of the light curtain.

In addition to reading the Scriptures needed for the contract, ye stretched out his hand, which was black and dry. Ning Changjiu also stretched out his hand. Their spirits were like two slender electric currents. At the moment of touching each other, they burst out a bright light, shining brightly.

"From today on, I will be your faithful servant." Night in addition to smiling mouth, words without a little extra emotion.

"Always devout, never betray, serve you as master, pursue you as my eternal faith..."

In the voice of words, Ning long merges with the spirit sea of night.

Ning Changjiu felt that there was a crack in the sky of the sea of Qi. The river of destiny fell from the sky and poured into his body. His body was trembling, and he resisted and longed for this new power.

After a long time, the movement in his body calmed down. When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously touched his right pupil, which overflowed with a trace of golden light. The golden light is not the same as the golden light. The golden light is more like a kind of lens. Through this lens, he can see countless interlaced strings of time, and those strings contain countless pictures.

Those are fate.

Yechu has become his spirit, so he shares Yechu's power.

At the moment, the puppet man was lying on his bed. He seemed to be weaker. He said, "I can only share power with you in my present state. As for fighting for you, you can find a way to tame simang."

Ning long nodded and said, "I'll try to convince her. Where is she now?"

Yechu said with a faint smile, "she doesn't like to see you now."

"Why?"

"She was tied to the cross over duanjie city by Yechu. How miserable she was. There was a black snake under her. It was hard for a stranger to get close to her. But even if you saved her, she might not listen to you. This woman was very proud. Even if she gave in, she didn't want to accept a word." Yechu said softly.

Ning had no pity for Yu for a long time. He said indifferently, "if she doesn't accept me, I'll beat her."

Yechu also laughs. He suddenly looks forward to the appearance of that woman kneeling on her knees and bowing to others. How sad and beautiful the flowers, which are as cold and arrogant as snow lotus, will be if they are left behind and become mud?

Yechu suddenly stretched out his hand.

Ning long doubted to stretch out a hand, at the same time ask a way: "still have a deed to have not made?"

Yechu smiles and shakes his head. His withered black hand strikes Ningjiu's hand together.

"Good luck." Night apart from saying so, like to send his last, the fate of the prophecy.

……

This is the fifth day after the divine battle. Ning Changchang is in a complicated mood and goes to the king's city. Xueyu is not far away with Yechu on his back to ensure the effectiveness of the spirit.

And three thousand miles away from the King City, Ning long stopped.

Because black feather, who had always kept a distance from him, also stopped.

Black feather stopped in front, turned into the appearance of sin Jun, this is the projection of sin Jun.

Every black feather is the shadow of sin king.

The virtual shadow of sin King stares at Ning Changjiu quietly, and his voice seems to come from the sky

"Lei Chi can't be crossed. Violators should die according to their crimes."

Rather than think about it for a long time, he pulled out his sword.

……

Siming is still nailed to the cross, the crow stands on the shoulder, the black snake around it, the wind is hanging all the time, and her white skirt looks sad and beautiful.

Her skin is still moist, her red lips are still like blood, but her eyes are just like ice and snow. She has closed her five senses and wants to shake away the sense of humiliation. But at the moment, her mood is withering, and her divinity is like a flower standing in the autumn wind. One by one, her petals are pulled away.

She didn't know how long it would take for such a day to end.

She silently counted the time in her heart. Occasionally she opened her eyes and looked into the distance to see if there was any sign of people coming outside duanjie city.

The softness of simang makes the picture more beautiful.

One evening, the painter who was in charge of recording this scene, while sketching her body, suddenly got up, tore the whole painting to pieces, and cried out, "how can the mortal pen stain the face of the son of God?" People around him held him down and told him that this was not a goddess at all, but the evil demon at the source of all disasters. However, the painter did not believe that he was a painter. He knew her beauty better than anyone else. Even if he changed it countless times, his trembling NIB still could not describe it.

He didn't know where the strength came from. He broke free from the shackles of those people and rushed to the direction of the cross. He wanted to kneel down under the goddess's skirt to worship. But as soon as he got close, he was swallowed by the black snake and there was no bones left.

Siming watched the scene quietly without any sadness or joy. These are just small episodes, and they don't change anything.

The punishment is still the same, the beauty is still the same.

On the fifth day the light dimmed and the sky fell into darkness.

She likes the night, not only because she holds the power of the night, but also because there are not so many eyes in the night.

"It seems destined that no one can marry me." Siming thought of the story and began to laugh.

One night later, the light of the sixth day came back on.

It's a special day. After rehearsing for several days, the remaining dancers in the art building are finally going to open today. It's a rare pleasure in hard work in the old city under reconstruction.

Siming looked at the dancers who were busy in the temporary shed. He didn't know what they were thinking.

As time went by, the lower part became more and more lively. They had cleared out a large area of open space, set up a high platform, and pulled up a red banner with the words "immortals are imprisoned in the town of demons".

The gate of the king's city was rarely opened, and the ragged civilians crowded in to join the feast.

Simang thought that she would not be angry because of these children's tricks. But somehow, when she looked at the cross on the stage, her body could not help shivering and her cheek was slightly hot.

"Where's Xiang'er? Where's Xiang'er? She's going to play the part of the enchantress. Why is she missing at this critical moment? " A bloated middle-aged woman looked around and walked quickly in the crowd, looking for someone from time to time.

"Xianger? Didn't you see her just now? How can the little girl run around again? "

"Find it, find it!"

The middle-aged woman crossed her waist and sent people around to find the woman named Xiang'er. Those people quickly scattered to find her.

In the attic not far from the stage, the door suddenly opened, and a young girl ran in anxiously, waving double sign language and quickly said: "sister Xiang'er, sister Xiang'er, why are you still here? Everyone is looking for you now."

The girl, who is called Xiang Er, is sitting in front of the mirror. She looks at herself in the mirror quietly. She slightly looks down on her cheeks, looks at her makeup and looks for flaws. The blush eye shadow is painted by the best makeup artist. Her lips are gorgeous and bright, and she can't pick out a blemish.

The urging girl looked at her sister's bright and gorgeous face in the mirror. She was also slightly crazy and forgot her words for a moment.

This elder sister... Seems to have never seen before, but besides her, no one else seems to be able to play the role of the enchantress, right?

The girl in the red skirt has already got up.

The candlelight around her seemed to be quiet, and the light was taken away by her delicate face. She was petite but outstanding. Her shoulders and hips were narrow, and her waist and back were curvy. When she walked with her straight legs, her hair swayed gently.

When the little girl who came to urge her to come back to her, the elder sister had already come to her. She reached out and touched the little girl's head. The little girl found that under her sister's slender jade finger, there was a tiny white cocoon, but Rao's cocoons were so small and lovely.

The little girl whispered that everyone was waiting for you and immediately went to clean up the table for her. She found a strange pattern carved on the dressing table. The little girl thought it was some kind of metaphysical totem, but she didn't think much about it.

The girl in the red dress has gone out.

She went down from the attic to the crowd.

All of a sudden, there was silence around.

The girl's red skirt is like a wave of flame. Her head is slightly low, her sleeves are slightly down in front of her body, and it's hard to hide the elegance between her eyes and eyebrows. Although the warped arc is not exaggerated, it's delicate and appropriate. It looks very beautiful. On her face with light makeup, delicate nose and red lips are all like poems and paintings.

Many people who look at her, both men and women, feel that their hearts are slowing down. They feel that the other scenes in their eyes are fading away, leaving only the girl's red skirt in the breeze and her beautiful face.

The girl's misty eyelashes drooped down and gently blessed her lower body in front of the crowd. She made a standard official ceremony.

"Is there such a beautiful girl in our city?"

"She is so beautiful... The only one who can compete with her is the enchantress?"“ It's a pity that the girl is not very old and she hasn't really grown up yet. "“ Is this really the woman in the art building? " The middle-aged woman listened to their comments with a trace of pride. The girl was picked up by her one day ago outside the city. At that time, she was still worried about the casting of the play. But when she saw the little girl, she felt that everything was solved. She just didn't think that after she dressed up, she was ten times more beautiful than she thought. If she was a good student in the art building, she would be more beautiful, I'm afraid that this art building will be rebuilt before the royal palace“ My sweet girl, why are you here now? " She quickly steps forward, affectionately takes the hand of the "daughter", waves her bloated arm, drinks away the others, and takes the girl to the back of the stage. The girl smiles apologetically at the others. In the radian of the red lips, the quiet face has attracted countless people. Su Yanshu, the flower chief recognized by the art building before, seems to have become a vulgar powder in front of this delicate and beautiful girl. Simang looked at her from a distance, at the girl who was so beautiful that she could not see the world. There was a sense of emptiness in her heart. She knows her. Even if she put on the Chinese skirt, painted Sheng makeup, she also recognized her at first sight. She was the little follower who had been around for a long time“ Shao Xiaoli... "Simang whispered the name gently. She was nailed on the cold scaffold, looking at the girl who would not have seen more in the past, and blooming her own gorgeous color in front of her（ Thanks to knighthart! Thank you for your support and encouragement