Beyond the Divine States

The night is like ink, stirred by the wind and swept across the land, from chaos to desolation.

Si Ming is a silent prisoner on the scaffold, like a white bird unable to spread its wings.

In her eyes, the sense of killing and cold faded, and the hair brushing on her cheek made people want to touch it and hold it behind her ears.

This kind of fragility radiates from the inside out. It looks like a woman of your family who has been exiled in the dust of the enemy country after the country's collapse. Her eyes remain the same and her temperament is lonely.

Ning long spread out a hand, stretched to the front of the Si Ming.

Yechu sits on xueyujun's back, showing a sincere smile.

Xueyujun thinks of the embarrassment of that night, and wants to put some cruel words to Siming, but now the atmosphere is a little serious, and he doesn't open his mouth wisely.

"You take me out of here first." Siming looked at the crowded city below, slightly closed his eyes and bit his lips: "another place..."

"No way." Ning long shook his head.

"Don't you think I'm disgraceful enough?" Si Ming said weakly.

Ning has not been moved by her softness and fragility for a long time. He said calmly: "swear first, sign the spirit contract, and then I will let you down."

A wisp of ice rose again in Siming's eyes, but it faded quickly.

"Good." Silent for a moment, Siming nodded gently.

The crowd in duanjie city looked up at what had happened there. Everything that had happened before was full of life and blood. It was like a vicious official who was finally captured by the government and sent to the execution ground after the autumn. They suffered thousands of cuts in front of the public. The turbulent public resentment turned into fanatical joy. They were happy for the sufferers, And cheered for the ferocity of the executioner.

It's just that the crowd gradually quieted down after the noise reached its peak.

They found that the punishment seemed to be coming to an end, and the people chatted.

Because of the darkness, they couldn't see what was going on there. They only saw the white dress versus the white dress. The white dress seemed to be threatening, and the white dress seemed to be compromising. It seemed that it was a match between men and women.

In their perspective, the Sword Fairy in the red dress steps on the sword to do justice for heaven, severely punishing and admonishing the enchantress. However, the young man entangled with a feather shadow flies around in the air, fighting and making noise, which affects their sight. Not to mention, she finally goes up against the sword and stops the red dress chivalrous girl from beating.

What is that?

How many lashes can the spirit and life of this half city be returned?

There was already talk in the crowd, filled with indignation.

At the moment, Ning Changchang naturally won't pay attention to these people's grievances. He also wants to kill simang, but she hides the last hope of defeating sin Jun.

"Let's go." Ning extended his hand for a long time.

He took Siming's black sword and forced the nail of judgment from Siming's left hand by power and spiritual power. The power collided with the power. Ning Long's five fingertips were blown black by the burning nail of judgment.

He didn't care.

Simang's left hand, which had been nailed for six days, was finally freed.

Her arms drooped feebly, and there were holes in her wrist left by nails. There was no blood flowing out of it. It looked like a hole in white porcelain.

In order to prevent her from slipping from the scaffold, Shao Xiaoli wrapped a red rope around her body several times, so that her body and the cross were tightly tied together. The rope went around the clothes under her chest, and a pair of jade peaks looked higher.

Siming didn't struggle any more.

She stretched out her hand feebly, and her fingers met.

"Do it yourself." Ning long said.

Naturally speaking, it is a matter of becoming a spirit.

Simang gave a faint sound. She was most familiar with the ritual of calling spirit. Similarly, if she became a spirit, she would be the strongest spirit in the history of duanjie city.

Thinking that he was both a messenger and a spirit, simang couldn't help recalling a fleeting smile.

"The soul goes up to the jiuyu, the soul goes back to the Jiuyuan, and the spirit contract is concluded until death..." simang slowly opened his mouth, and in his cold voice, the long undulating water waves were singing faintly.

The palms of the two people stick to each other, and the white light shines from the palms of the two people. It's like a moon made by rubbing hands. They can't hold it, so the moonlight slips out between their fingers.

With the low singing of simang, an invisible line grows in their bodies, which is their spiritual power.

Two mental forces entangle each other, just like the white snake of copulation.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, the night in addition to convergence smile, harshly asked.

Ning Changjiu also opened his eyes and looked at the pupil of Siming, where he was angry.

Simang was wearing a faint smile.

This is a spiritual contract designed by her, in which the Lord and the spirit are inadvertently reversed.

Previously, Ning long used the power of fate to make Shao Xiaoli cut out the sword, and then made the black snake swallow by itself. In fact, she had guessed that Yechu had become his spirit.

Although many things that happened after that were beyond her expectation, they almost broke her heart. But how could she give in because of the shadow of Tao and a few words?

She's been waiting for the moment.

She finally caught it.

Siming raised his head and wanted to see fear and fear from Ning Changchang's pupils.

But she only saw a pool of cold water in late autumn, cold and clear, and her pale and weak face was faintly reflected in the pool.

Is this a pretense of composure, or... Is all this still in his expectation?

Ning Changjiu is really prepared.

The process of establishing spiritual contract is the intersection of spirit and consciousness of both sides.

And as long as there is a slight mistake, he can let the spirit of sword Sutra cut off his spirit immediately.

But now, he has practiced Shura shenlu, and his spiritual strength is far stronger than in the past.

Siming didn't know this. Like Yechu, she never believed that anyone could complete the Shura record in a month.

But Ning Changchang is an exception, and the strength of his mental strength now, where is the tortured Siming comparable?

In the contemplation of simang's divine consciousness, Ning Changjiu's entangled spiritual thread, which was as thick as his own, suddenly became several times thicker, as if he had suddenly turned from a slender snake into a dragon that was out of the sea. In an instant, Ning Changjiu turned his back hand on the spirit that he wanted to force him to surrender.

In her mind, a strong sense of oppression was transmitted. She murmured, leaned forward, and her red lips were red.

Today's scene is like a bandit who has endured for many years and has become a peerless swordsman, taking the opportunity to rob the chivalrous girl who hurt him in those years. He tied up all kinds of chivalrous women. He thought that the other side could do whatever he wanted, but he saw the other side smile scornfully. The flying sword shot out of the red dot in the middle of his eyebrow and stabbed the bandit into a honeycomb.

It turns out that during these years of hard work, the other side has already begun to cultivate immortals!

Now simang's mood is similar to that of the bandits in the pool of blood.

After hiding for so long, she thought that she wanted to turn the world around, but she was stifled by the means of ten meetings, and the spirit contract was hard to enter.

What's more terrible is that Ning Changchang's mental power also took the opportunity to invade her own divine consciousness, which is like a torrent, while her present divine consciousness is just a village built of civil buildings, which will be razed to the ground at any time.

"I give you a chance to be a man, but you just want to be a puppet without spirit?" Ning Changjiu said with no expression, and the spiritual torrent rushed into Siming's divine consciousness.

Simanru, a white bird shot by an arrow, raises her neck and screams miserably. Her last killing heart is defeated. If there are hundreds of ants crawling and biting in her brain, she seems to be an unconscious porcelain man or a self indulgent doll at any time.

"Wait! Wait a minute Siming doesn't want to be an idiot. She holds Ning Changchang's hand and makes a sudden effort. Her fingers are clasped, and her veins burst out like little snakes, and her slender arms are shaking.

Ning looked at her coldly for a long time and said, "if you don't want to live, I can't help it."

Siming's voice was a little hoarse. Her body was trembling and spasmodic. She was close to the cross, and her legs were straight.

Siming felt that her brain was about to be torn apart, and her carefully prepared spirit contract was broken by the other party. She kept panting and finally couldn't bear it. She hissed for mercy: "spare me... Let me go..."

Ning long slightly slowed down some strength, coldly staring at her, asked: "now know wrong?"

This kind of condescending question made her extremely uncomfortable, but at the moment she could not take care of anything: "know... Know..."

After the pain subsided, simang finally got a breath. She said in a very light voice, "if you turn me into a puppet, the power of time will be greatly reduced. You... You will regret it."

Ning long sneered: "dare you threaten me?"

"Ah --" Siming gave out a short pain chant. She wanted to take back the hand that Ning had held for a long time, but her cramped fingers couldn't make any strength at all.

"I'm wrong! I promise everything... Everything... " Si Ming has already said what he wants.

Ning Changchang said, "what should you call me?"

In the pain, simang was hard to think, but he said subconsciously: "Lord... Master!"

Ning long nodded gently, then slowly released his hand.

Siming's body suddenly relaxed. Previously, she was like a deer bitten by a tiger. On the verge of death, the tiger finally removed its tusks.

The aftertaste of pain still dazzled her.

I don't know how many times more painful this spiritual cut is than Shao Xiaoli's whipping and beating.

But her spirit was hard to invade. This time, she pasted it in person when she was still in the spirit. It's a pity that the way is higher and the devil is higher. Her spiritual power is crushed by each other, and the open door of the spiritual world is also taken advantage of.

Her whole body collapsed, and she leaned on the scaffold powerlessly. Her cold skin was covered with some wet sweat. Every time the night wind passed, the coolness made her shiver.

Her hair was clinging to her cheek, and her frosty eyes were full of blood. She poured out a chill between her lips.

Ning long way: "in shout again."

Now, unlike just now, she is conscious and can feel everyone's eyes.

In addition to the smile of the night, Shao Xiaoli disdain, the joy of the ugly chicken, and Ning long cold.

Siming lowered his head feebly and said in a soft voice, "master."

Ning long looked at her eyes, confirmed that her heart had been exhausted at the moment, and then grabbed her hand again: "let's start. I can't let you go if I want to play any tricks this time."

Ning Changjiu may turn her into her own puppet, but as simang said, her power may be greatly reduced with the loss of her divinity.

Siming didn't resist any more.

It was her weakest moment in seven hundred years.

Night in addition to looking at her this kind of appearance, in the heart also not from give birth to sigh.

Just as the spiritual contract was about to be concluded, a voice suddenly rang out:

"When the tiger is down and the dragon is out of the water, is that just the case with the divine officials of the kingdom of God?"

The sound came from the crow on the golden cross.

No one had noticed it before.

And it just pecked at the divinity of simang, showing no intelligence at all. At this moment, when all the dust was about to fall, the black feather crow suddenly spoke.

Ning long looked at it, dazzling, a trace of fear in the heart.

The black feather crow quacked and said: "the great God is willing to be a slave. It's ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous..."

It kept repeating the last syllable, its tone sharp and ugly.

"Shut up Simang gave a clear rebuke, and the pain in his mind came again.

Ning Changjiu grasped her hand and said, "Qi Ling! Or we'll all die! "

In his words, he even took out his sword and broke the nail of simang's right hand.

But it's too late.

The crows on the golden cross looked behind them.

Night apart from sighing back, know that all is late.

Midnight has not come yet, but sin king comes first.

He broke away from the absolute flow of time, fell from the sky and came to them.

Sin Jun was still wearing his black robe. On the right side of the robe, there was a huge gap. His whole arm, shoulder and half body disappeared. At the edge of the robe, there was a faint flame flowing and burning.

That's the injury Yechu did his best to leave on him.

Limited by this world, even sin Jun can't recover such a serious injury in a short time.

He didn't go to see the culprit of his injury Yechu, but looked to Ning Changjiu.

Ning long also quietly watching sin Jun.

"It's you." Sin Jun said suddenly.

Ning Changjiu asked, "who am I?"

Sin Jun didn't answer directly, but said: "shouldn't your soul have long been involved in the endless reincarnation of eternal life? Who put you together again? "

He can hear the real confusion from the words of sin king.

The Lord of the kingdom of God is mysterious and powerful. Every time he says one more word, it will appear that he is slightly inferior. Only for the things that really exist in the unknown, can he be shocked and confused.

The eternal world is the kingdom of leilao, the Lord of the kingdom of God.

How powerful should it be to capture the soul from the Lord of the kingdom of God?

That man should be the same as the one who killed the Lord of the kingdom of God.

This world can never have the power to surpass the Lord of the kingdom of God, and the exorcism is just a legendary thing, which disappeared thousands of years ago, even these ancient gods have never seen.

Who the hell is that man?

Sin Jun looks at Ning Changjiu, and the mist in his black robe slowly fills the gap.

The confrontation is extremely short, rather long will never see sin Jun slowly recover his injury.

Ning had no time to tie up with Siming for a long time. After he whispered "North" to Shao Xiaoli, he held the black sword and rushed to the place where the guilty king was.

"Blasphemers, death penalty."

Sin Jun quietly sentenced the boy in white, and then he moved.

His speed is several times faster than Ning long.

At the same time, there was an electric light in the sky, which clearly illuminated the whole city. After that, a thunder rang through the sky.

People in duanjie city have never seen lightning or heard thunder.

And it's not really lightning.

This is divine punishment.

Sin Jun stretched out his hand and caught the lightning across the sky.

The bright electric light was held in his left hand, and the electric current ran wildly in his palm, spitting out thunder.

That's the blade of his judgment.

At the same time, the rest of the thunder and lightning have to fall toward the direction of Ning long, that is the trial of Ning long, it will continue to pursue and kill the tried, never die.

……

The pupil of simang is illuminated by lightning.

The nail of judgment was pulled out of her body, and now it was her night, so the whole night was like a tide, with spiritual power and realm back to her body.

At the moment when the thunder falls, her hands merge difficultly. Her open thumb and index finger are buckled together, forming a prismatic space between her hands.

"Reflow." Si Ming cheered weakly.

After a few days, she was finally able to exercise her power again.

But it didn't go back.

Sin Jun gave her a flat look.

Now simang's spiritual power is too low, and his power is as fragile as porcelain, which can be broken at a touch.

Ning didn't do anything superfluous for a long time. He drew his sword directly at the lightning. The light of the sword cut the lightning, and the thunder splashed into a circle. He chopped at the king of sin.

Sin Jun holds the sword of thunder and lightning. His movements seem very light, even some of them are like feathers floating. But every time he wields the sword, he will pull out a series of bright thunder shadows.

Fast and slow, dynamic and static, as if only between a thought.

If the wheel's thunder crumbs are chopped up and turned into dots.

With the light on his back, Ning long held the black sword and made a negative sword style. With the body of the sword and the Qi of the sword, he lost part of the power of judgment. With his other hand, he took the ordinary sword from Shao Xiaoli and continued to chop at sin Jun.

The ordinary sword can't last long. On the short edge of the sword, the sword is broken and torn off with the sword fire.

Ding, Ding, Ding——

Ning Changjiu once again holds the black sword and collides with sin Jun's thunder and lightning sword.

Shura shenlu madly launched, his physical and mental strength are urged to the extreme that the world can tolerate.

If in the outside world, he will directly break the bottleneck of his long life and enter the purple court.

From the strength of the spirit power alone, he is not inferior to sin king at the moment.

The cross sound of the sword is ringing in the sky of duanjie City, like the mourning sound of the dead.

Those thunder and lightning of judgment are still like endless killers. They come from their own side and back. They would rather use the power of fate to lead them to the cross, black snake or other buildings for a long time. But this is just a way to slow down. If they don't kill the target of judgment, the power of judgment will never disappear.

Ning long seems to have returned to the long street on a rainy night at that time. He is still a sword with no redundant movement. He only follows the simplest route, but his sharp edge is enough to cut gold and jade.

But sin Jun's sword is no inferior to him.

After the exchange of several breath, thunder light all over the sky, rather long sword shadow was swallowed, back pressure back.

Chum——

An electric light from the long side of the body, only hit his ribs.

The thunder and lightning burst on his body, burning his strong Shura body with black marks.

Ning Long's sword is a little slow, half a minute slow.

Sin Jun cut into his gap, the thunder light accumulated all over the sky has been like pool water, suddenly pressed down.

Ning long was forced to block with a horizontal sword, but his sword field was broken before it was solidified. His figure was struck by a huge thunder and fell like a meteorite.

The crowd on the ground had already scattered.

Ning was smashed into a house for a long time, and the smoke was immediately illuminated by the electric light, and the particles were clear.

Ning long gritted his teeth and got up. He ran into several entangled thunderbolts with black sword for a short time, but was pushed out of the broken house by the others.

At this moment, Shao Xiaoli anxiously looks to Ning Changchang's direction. She carries Siming on her back, covers the golden cross with a red rope, carries her down quickly, and jumps to the ground with the body of the black snake below as a buffer.

Simang snorted, slowly accumulating his strength, and didn't struggle much.

And the blood feather king also takes advantage of their fight gap, carrying night to get rid of madness to escape, can escape how far is how far.

Ning Changjiu's white clothes were cut into scorched color, and his arms were exposed. His muscles were not exaggerated, but they were red and powerful under the electric light.

Holding a long black sword, he looked at Shao Xiaoli, who was running to him, and yelled, "back up!"

Shao Xiaoli was stunned. Out of trust, he stepped back.

The next moment, among them, a sword made of lightning fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The figure of sin king is drawn from behind the sword.

He stood with one hand on his sword, facing Ning Changjiu and his back to Shao Xiaoli. His black robe was dancing. Under his long beaked hat, it was dark, and his indifferent eyes were hidden in the dark.

Ning looked at him for a long time and felt invincible.

Sin king is much stronger than he thought.

Even if he got the fate, got the Shura God record, in full swing with the enemy, but still unable to defeat the injured sin king. Sin Jun looks back. At that moment, Shao Xiaoli felt that she couldn't breathe. An invisible fist shook her abdomen. Her body arched up, suddenly slipped, and hit a huge stone pillar. The simang on her back gave a painful hum, trying to use her spiritual power to dispel“ A prisoner. " Sin said a word. The original golden cross suddenly melted and turned into ten thousand points of golden light. It fell down like rain. It was like an inverted manjushahua. The strands of golden and rolled petals, as it symbolized, turned into a golden prison that could not be freed. Shao Xiaoli and Siming are trapped inside. The black crow stops on the cage, whistling like a cold jailer. It is not a puppet who only knows command. Fortunately, Ning Changchang and Siming didn't really form a spiritual contract, otherwise at the critical moment, the black crow would infiltrate and deprive them of their intelligence. Ning long can't help them now. He must turn away from sin. For the rest of the city, he can only hope that Shao Xiaoli can break the cage. I don't know if this girl can be relied on... Ning Changjiu's figure is in a flash, and her aura is surging. She's in white clothes, and she's going to escape in the direction outside the city. Although he has prepared several small flying arrays outside, the power of trial is in hot pursuit. He doesn't even have time to draw arrays at the moment. Sin Jun stretched out his hand and drew a perfect circle in front of him. When the circle is finished, the darkness of the open city gate condenses infinitely, like a barrier to prevent Ning long from escaping first. Then, sin Jun's body moved quickly and caught up with him with the sword of thunder and lightning. Clang clang clang sound, such as late at night when the rush to play the night. Ning Changjiu's white clothes were burned by lightning and dyed a lot of burnt black. Near the gate, sin Jun's figure suddenly stops. The sword of thunder and lightning in his hand instantly became several times longer. At the same time, there was a hissing sound on the side of his black robe, which was the whole world's reaction to the king of sin when the law of the world was broken. In Ning Changchang's eyes, the sword was magnified. When he was near his body, he didn't know how to take it. He could only fight with Shura's physique. The sword Qi blows up Ning Changchang's body. He is like a firecracker shot out of the city gate, suddenly smashed into the middle of the dark. After crashing into the darkness, his falling figure slowed down - the darkness was as thick as a swamp. This is also a prison“ Can't win... "Ning long mind, suddenly flashed the idea of frustration. Sin Jun is too strong, where does he have half a chance? That's the Lord of the kingdom of God. I'm so tired. Despair is like a lot of bats flying over the sea of knowledge, blocking the sky and the sun“ Wake up! Don't fall into the trap of sin In the body, the spirit of the sword Sutra suddenly said, "if you want to die, don't take my life with you." I'd rather have a long mind“ Don't you understand? What is the supreme law in this world? There is only the power to crush everything. Outside, sin Jun has the power to crush you to death like a mole ant, but it's different here. All he uses now is his limit! "“ His law is not unbreakable, and the trial is not really immortal. "“ It can be cut off, it can be erased, as long as you have the power to match or surpass it“ Wake up In the lake of the heart, the words of the spirit of the sword Scripture aroused a raging wave. Ning's spiritual power, which has been eroded by darkness for a long time, is one of the clearest. The golden light in his pupils is like a dust storm. In the purple mansion, that gold black has been salivating for such darkness, but his spirit was disturbed by sin Jun before, but he didn't notice. Sin Jun stands in front of the dark curtain of the city gate. He wants to send the sword of thunder and lightning into the city gate, completely dispel his power, and then peel the truth of the past events thousands of years ago from him. But the next moment, that thick darkness split a bright golden light. The black night was torn open. Ning long black sword burning golden flame, such as the blade of hair, pierced the whole night, cut out（ Thanks to the leader of the alliance!! Thank you for your support and love