Beyond the Divine States

In the center of the city, the high platform was simply built. Several dilapidated buildings were standing around. Many refugees gathered under the buildings that were lucky to be well preserved. They talked with each other, lamented and looked at the stage from time to time.

The half destroyed imperial city reveals its decline. There are temporary sheds everywhere. The monks are still cleaning up the ruins. Many dead bodies that have been pressed for several days have been cleared out with the bricks and wood. The flesh and blood stick to the wooden sticks and stink. They can't be peeled off.

Only that stage is the only bright color in the city.

Shao Xiaoli wears a red embroidered skirt and goes to the stage behind the scenes with several girls. The people behind the scenes scold the enchantress Siming with deep hatred and bitterness, and at the same time, they sigh that heaven does not pity her and she is killed by misfortune. When they see Shao Xiaoli coming, many people come to the stage and are full of happiness for this beautiful flower which has not been destroyed by the disaster, Some people even took the middle-aged woman to one side and began to discuss her future position and price, giving a very attractive number.

Shao Xiaoli's face is calm, just like a noble girl in exile, but she is standing upright now. No matter her eyebrows or looks, she looks like a new willow. Weak and charming.

Shao Xiaoli's eyes moved. She saw several people she used to know in the crowd, but they didn't recognize her.

One reason is that Shao Xiaoli always worried about the exposure of her illegitimate daughter's identity in the past, so she had a heavy psychological burden. She was careless in dressing up on weekdays, which was even worse after her mother's death. In the days when she lived with Ning for a long time, she also wore simple and loose clothes, disheveled hair and plain cheeks every day.

Secondly, these former royal colleagues have suffered too much in these days.

In the past few months, the king died and the prime minister was abolished. The goddess they believed in turned out to be the evil witch, and the spirit they were most proud of was robbed. Later, the whole city was almost destroyed by the raging waves.

There is little difference between the Royal people and the ordinary people except a little sword skills. It's such a depressing thing. Some people even survived the disaster, but also in the days after suffering crazy.

And the initiator of all this is right in front of her. She is firmly nailed to the scaffold and bears the eyes of all the people. It's a pity that they can't do more harm to her. Therefore, they are very enthusiastic about this humiliating opera.

Shao Xiaoli walks in Lotus steps. She looks like she is walking on thin ice. Another expert guides her steps, lines and temperament.

Although the main part of the play is the execution of the enchantress, which can relieve the depressed atmosphere in the city by beating the enchantress, the previous story still needs a simple passing.

"Your temperament should be more fierce and colder. If you look at the woman on the crucifixion, at the arrogant bearing and appearance, you can have a better understanding." The old actor pointed to the gorgeous girl with silver hair and white skirt, and painstakingly taught: "in a word, later on, there will be a fight. I taught you this yesterday. You can hold it well. Alas, you used to be a lady of the royal family. You should have never learned any swords and fists. It's really hard for you."

Shao Xiaoli listened to each other's garrulous words, but he just gently answered and knew.

"By the way, after you are tied to the scaffold later, you will be hanged on it. At that time, you will have to be cold, tough and unconvinced to resist. Only in this way can you arouse the emotions of the audience. Don't be like a submissive doll. Look at the woman again and imitate her, Is it hard to be a porcelain doll like you, the witch who brought disaster to the country and the people? "

"Well, I know that." Shao Xiaoli nodded gently, with a smile on his face, and could not pick out any flaws in his manner.

She looked over the city of duanjie and looked at simang's embarrassed appearance. She could not help but recall that night when she was still in pursuit of killing. At that time, the silver hair and ink skirt was like the incarnation of killing God. Every time she looked at it, she seemed to have to bear the pain of burning bones, melting blood and flying soul.

But now this murderous woman is in such a humiliating manner to show in full view of the public.

Shao Xiaoli's mouth was slightly raised and showed a sarcastic smile at her.

She knew that Siming was looking at herself at the moment.

The stage was set up in full swing, and the people behind the curtain were rehearsing nervously. It was very late when the good play really started. People kept pouring into the city. They gathered under the stage and formed a huge circle, including royal families, refugees, blind people and many disabled people. The crowd was like waves, all of them were pushed and pushed in the torrent, Yelling.

With a loud Gong, the show finally opened. After pangbai read a paragraph of words, everything began in full swing.

When Shao Xiaoli came out from behind the stage, he didn't have stage fright at all. He faded some of his soft color. Whether he was reciting a poem or making a sword, he was cold and straightforward. His heroic figure attracted a burst of high voices from below.

"In the next ten years, no one will be able to shake the position of Huakui in the art building." Many people say that. The girl's beautiful figure is floating in the eyes. The red dress is like fireworks in the sky at night. Many of your disciples have begun to dream about the scene after all kinds of waste. I'm afraid that the art building will be like a market by then.

Shao Xiaoli's opponent is the God in their imagination. The God is wearing a mask, black and red costumes, with a banner on his back and a cry of righteousness.

Shao Xiaoli and he fiercely through a few moves, and then according to the script said that, pretending to be invincible, was injured by the God, said a few words in the mouth of the fight against the relative harsh words, was arrested, and then the God began to list her guilt one by one, Shao Xiaoli's face was full of pain, as if the other side was reciting the magic mantra.

Looking at the scene on their stage, Siming said with a sneer: "Oh, children play the role of family. Human beings are really weak and childish. Do you think this will disturb my mind? It's a bit of a whim. "

Having said that, she looked more frosty and colder.

The opera goes on slowly, boring is also boring. Simang also looks there, watching Shao Xiaoli be listed one by one and then tied to the cross.

This is the climax of the opera. They eagerly look at the picture of punishing the enchantress, and let the enchantress who is nailed on the scaffold have a look at the end she will face in the future.

Shao Xiaoli's hands and feet are tied on it, and the rope on the cross will pull her up, and then it will be a real beating. This is what the middle-aged woman persuaded for a long time before she let the girl who called herself xianger promise. She said that as long as people in the city vent their resentment today, she will be the most popular person in the city in the future, and will be more popular than the Lord.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his feet gradually away from the ground. The cheers of the crowd and the waving hands seemed to be away from him.

The real golden cross is not far away from them, and the black snake is also staring here, just with empty pupils, like a puppet without feelings.

She looked at Siming, and the smile on her face was even stronger.

Siming knew that she would come here with a purpose, not just to play a bad play, but she didn't understand what the girl was going to do?

Shao Xiaoli, together with the cross, was raised to the same height as the house. On the top of the house, a man came out with a slender whip, shouting that the enchantress was being punished, and then he threw it at the girl's delicate body.

Below the crowd in an instant boisterous, but not long after, the noise suddenly stopped, attributed to silence.

They stare at the top, frown, or rub their eyes, suspecting that they are wrong.

The whip that hit the girl stopped in the air.

One hand held the end of the whip.

It was a delicate hand, but the five fingers held the whip tightly in their hands like iron hooks.

I don't know when the girl in red skirt broke away from the binding.

She stood on the top of the cross and stepped it slightly back. A few people who were pulling the thread almost let go. And she was holding the whip in her hand, and her cool eyebrows were very similar to those of the day when the commander stood on the high platform.

"This... Is there this passage in the play?"

"I don't think so."

"Witch, this must be another witch! It's so beautiful. What is it if it's not a witch? "

There was a lot of discussion under the stage, and many people panicked and began to flee. The crowd was like several streams that collided with each other, splashing countless water.

Shao Xiaoli looks down at the stage, and she finds that when she returns to Wangcheng again, her mood seems completely different from the past. Others look at the play she plays on the stage, and she looks down at it as if she is watching a play.

As soon as she received her arm, she easily snatched the whip from her opponent's hand. She stood firmly under the cross, her dress dancing like a cloud at night.

"Don't you want to see the goddess punished? What's the point of the stage? You don't want to have some real? " Shao Xiaoli's voice is like autumn wind.

Simang was a little surprised. She thought about this possibility, but in her eyes, the girl was just a waste of ordinary sword skills. How could she really meet her?

Shao Xiaoli turned around and looked away.

In the past few months, my sword learning career has passed by like watching a lantern in my mind. My aura has broken through the sea of Qi and swung around me.

Shao Xiaoli middle finger to the sleeve a hook, already ready to shoot the red rope, suddenly pulled into a straight line, threw on the golden cross, red rope wound from afar, Shao Xiaoli wrists a twist a pull, the whole body like murals flying, with the help of.

The black snake sensed the change, suddenly opened a big mouth full of serrations, and came to bite himself, while the crow was still pecking at the divinity of simang, indifferent.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the huge snake, his heart throbbed, and the sword moves which were mixed with flesh and blood burst out, stabbing toward the middle of the black snake's eyebrows.

The roar of the serpent was like the scream of tens of thousands of mice.

Shao Xiaoli grabbed the red rope, crossed the top of the black snake's head, and swung to its back. She pressed its body with her hand, raised her sword and stabbed it skillfully. The sword pierced the scales, reached the flesh and blood, and crushed the bones.

The black snake on the cross kept twisting its body, trying to throw the damned girl down. Shao Xiaoli pressed the handle with both hands, dragged the sword and the flesh of the black snake, and ran up.

Black snake in anger and pain, scales together to open, like feathers fried chicken shaking.

Shao Xiaoli's body is pushed away by the scales. No matter how hard it is to maintain its stability, it falls towards the crowd. The black snake opens its mouth, twists its neck and pours on Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli's whip, which he held in his other hand, also stretched out. With a flick of the whip, he accurately wrapped one of the black snake's front teeth. Then, with the strength of the black snake's rush, he jerked up, drew his sword in the air and stabbed the black snake's pupil.

The black snake wrapped around the golden cross, its movement range is not big, it does not want to hurt any civilians or destroy any buildings.

This is an order from sin king.

Sin king will not take the initiative to kill those who are not guilty to death. In sin King's eyes, this catastrophe caused by the air flow between heaven and earth is only their own disaster, not their own means.

Shao Xiaoli leaps on the back of the black snake. All the swordsmanship Bi Shen has learned is unfolded at this moment. The scales are smashed under her sword. Shao Xiaoli cuts fiercely while running wildly. His red dress is flying like a fire on the black field.

People look at this thrilling scene, heart palpitation unceasingly, that obviously fragile and easy to break the little girl, why can burst out such a power?

Shao Xiaoli used the troupe to sneak into the city again, and then took the opportunity to attract people, which made the black snake scared. Even if he was weak, he could sneak into the crowd and escape.

These are the rough plans that the boss made for herself, and she is more conscious of her on-the-spot response to join the troupe.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the black snake, took back the whip, and then put out the sword again, stabbed into the black snake's weak pupil.

The blood sprayed like a column.

The nine babies have died many times. This is the final one. A wisp of tiny ghost was taken out of the abyss by luck. Although it was endowed with some strength by the sin king, how can it reach the peak?

At the moment, there are too many people, and his hand is limited everywhere. He was hurt by the little girl.

Siming looked at the scene under him with cold eyes.

She still didn't think the girl could kill the black snake.

Because its power is given by sin king after all. Who is sin king? How can the things it creates be easily killed?

The black snake shakes its huge head, and its aura is like a big work. It sets off a strong wind and blows Shao Xiaoli back.

Shao Xiaoli's hand holding the sword was unstable. She was hit into the air by the oncoming air, and her body lost its borrowing point for a short time. She watched the black snake rush towards her, and the girl's silver teeth clenched. The sword she had never used came to her mind.

Siming knew this sword very well, so when Shao Xiaoli raised her hand, she knew that it was impossible for her to realize this sword.

But the fact once again surprised Siming.

Invisibly, it seems that some power has been given to her. She cuts out the sword, and her awe inspiring killing intention is temporarily silenced. After colliding with the giant snake, she immediately climbs to the peak. Along the edge of her sword, the snake blood is like a raging waterfall, flying to both sides, which makes the giant snake's teeth red.

Siming noticed something was wrong and immediately raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

Siming's pupil shrinks.

In the attic not far away, a young man in white came out of Shao Xiaoli's dressing room.

The young man wore an unknown sword, pinned the branch that she hated, with a gentle smile on his face.

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Before leaving, Shao Xiaoli engraved a picture of xiaofeikong on the dressing table that Ning Changchang told him. After the chaos began, Ning Changchang changed the fate of the black feather with the help of the power of fate and let it entangle Yechu instead of himself. Then he came here with the help of xiaofeikong formation.

However, it is difficult for the God to be deceived. In a short time, the black feather will still break away from the fate and come back again. At that time, what he will face is God's anger.

Ning long out of the attic, whispered: "Shao Xiaoli use the heart of the sword."

So Shao Xiaoli really cut out the sword, leaving a huge gap in the black snake.

Ning looked at the black snake for a long time.

This is the remnant of jiuying.

It is also the source of bringing sin to the king.

Ning long-term look to nine baby look extremely cold, for him, this is one of the initiators of all.

Shiyuan kept the last soul for it.

"Since you're haunted, I'll kill you a few more times." Rather long time indifferent mouth, waist sword into a rainbow blue light, choking out of the sheath.

Shao Xiaoli is still fighting with the black snake.

Although the sword directly tore its mouth, jiuying didn't feel the pain. It shook her head, spilled blood, and forced her to bite. Shao Xiaoli fought with it several times between the lightning and flint. After the two men's bodies bounced, the black snake riveted her strength. First, she knocked open the sword in her hand, then swung the snake's head, imagining the hammer, and directly hit her to the ground.

Ding——

In the black snake's state of mind, a low and crisp sword sound sounded. Then, its body made a strange twist, and it went straight to the rear and bit its tail.

Ning long hovered in front of him with his sword, and his fingers opened, which disturbed his fate.

The black snake has no intelligence, so its fate is more easily disturbed.

After biting its tail, it began to swallow it along its tail, trying to swallow itself into its stomach from back to front.

Ning long looked at the panting Shao Xiaoli and said with a smile, "your play is not over yet. It's a big scene that people are looking forward to. "

Say, rather long drew out the sword between the waist, curtsey a bullet, the sword hovered in front of Shao Xiaoli's body.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the edge of the sword and nodded.

Ning Changjiu said: "don't think about any pity for the jade."

Shao Xiaoli said with a smile, "of course."

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword steadily. The sword floated up and sent her to a high place, facing the Siming on the cross scaffold.

At the same time, behind Ning long, the mechanical monotonous words sounded:

"Deceiving sin Jun is a capital crime."

Ning long sigh, did not expect it to come so fast.

That's the king of sin transformed from black feather.

Of course, this black feather can't kill him, but he can't do much.

Yechu is too far away from himself now, and the weak law of fate is almost impossible to take effect on Heiyu. He would rather take the black sword hanging on the cross and hold it in his hand. There is a fire on the sword. The young man holds the sword and collides with Heiyu in the air.

Shao Xiaoli looked at Siming and said with a smile, "Mr. Siming, I've met you again."

Simang's eyes were like snow, her face was like frost, and her hair was like ice. She earned twice subconsciously, but she couldn't get off the cross.

"What do you want to do?" Siming looks at Shao Xiaoli and frowns.

She has lived for thousands of years. She is a divine official under one person in the kingdom of God. She has a beautiful face. But at the moment, a teenage girl dares to hover in front of her sword, holding a whip and looking at herself with a smile, while she can't move on the scaffold.

This is unimaginable for her in the past.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword and came to her.

Now Siming is weak, and his spiritual power is more than enough to deal with ordinary people's rotten leaves, but it's not enough to deal with Shao Xiaoli, who is now a little successful in swordsmanship.

Shao Xiaoli gently stroked her silver hair with her hand, then lifted it down along her long soft hair, and touched Siming's cheek with her back of her finger.

"Lord Siming really has an upside down face." Shao Xiaoli opened her mouth with a smile, lifted her hair by her ear, gently pinched her earlobe and played between her fingers.

Siming's cheek and earlobe itch slightly. Even now, she still can't change her pride: "take your hand!"

Shao Xiaoli obediently took away his hand, and then raised it high.

Simang showed a look of panic.

Pop!!!

The next moment, the raised hand suddenly fell down, and the force on Siming's cheek deflected. Then, the burning pain came to his face, like countless small needles in the pricking, accompanied by a low hum in the ear cavity.

That white cheek, is a bright red palm print.

In simang's eyes, there was a fierce storm like intention to kill. Her anger rose and fell with her proud chest, but these anger could only accumulate in her heart. At the moment, she didn't even have the room to fight back.

Shao Xiaoli pinched her chin, looked at the half of Hongxia's face, then turned her cheek to the other side and raised her left hand high.

Pop!

Another crisp slap.

Shao Xiaoli has been practicing how to slap in the face these two days. She has already slapped the air tens of thousands of times. Now she has fulfilled her long cherished wish and finally slapped her in the face.

Simang snorted bitterly, pursed his lips tightly, and his body trembled with anger. She knew that Shao Xiaoli was avenging that night.

Shao Xiaoli looked at her face and said, "Lord Siming, what shame do you think of? How did you blush like this?"

Simang's silver hair was dancing wildly. She stared at Shao Xiaoli and said coldly, "you've abandoned such a big chapter. Do you just want to humiliate me like this? It's too much of a joke, isn't it? "

Shao Xiaoli pointed to the bottom and said, "people all over the city are looking at it. It's not a child's play. It's clearly your big play, isn't it

Hearing this address, Siming moved in his heart and wanted to speak, but Shao Xiaoli put his hand behind her neck.

Shao Xiaoli's hand closed and held simang's soft silver hair in his palm.

The girl grabbed her hair, pulled it up, looked down at her ice carved face, and raised her hand again.

Pop! Pop! Slap... Slap one by one on her left cheek like wind and rain. Siming tilted his head. The pain on her left cheek came from her heart. Together with it, she was deeply humiliated. She was a mysterious and powerful God. She was the goddess in charge of the fate of the whole city. How could she have suffered such humiliation? The higher she fell, the more miserable she fell. Now her divinity has been devoured, and the weakness of human nature has exposed her deep vulnerability. How noble she was in the past, how humble she is now. Her self-esteem and pride in the 17-year-old girl's palm under the collapse, broken, turned into a monstrous hate and anger. Under the tower, there was a cry of good fighting. Everyone saw it“ That's enough Simang couldn't bear it and yelled: "what are you going to do? Say your terms“ Do you know how to compromise now? " Shao Xiaoli slapped her in the face again. The girl vibrated the whip in her hand and looked at Siming's slightly red and swollen left cheek, which was as white as porcelain for a while. The last class was already red. Shao Xiaoli pinched her chin, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "I want you to set up a blood contract to become the eldest brother's humble slave, always obey his orders, pursue his belief as his life, offer your body and soul, be a bull and a horse, fight and scold at will, take punishment as reward, admonish as grace, and feel honored for it. Is that ok? " When Siming listened to her words, his mind came up with scenes of extreme shame. The killing intention in his eyes seemed to turn into a real sword to cut the people in front of him. Her teeth clenched and her words squeezed out from her red lips with anger: "you are dreaming, I will die..." Shao Xiaoli raised her whip and interrupted her words with a smile: "the boss said, if you don't agree, I will fight until you take it. The play has just begun. Xiaoli will teach the commander well." It's getting dark. She was supposed to be the king of the night, but now in her night, she has to face the humiliation she has never seen before（ Thank you for being the leader of 928 reward!! Thank you for your support and love! (MEDA)