Beyond the Divine States

In the time domain of absolute velocity, the struggle between Ning long and sin Jun is no more than half a year, and the outside world has passed for nearly half a year.

The year of sin Jun finally passed, sin Jun returned to his kingdom, and the projection disappeared with the closing of the gate of the kingdom.

Their moment, for the world below, is long months.

Lu Jiajia sits on the side of the abyss, the wind blows her face, her clothes are covered with snow, and her beautiful face is haggard. In the past few months, her realm has gone a step further. It seems that she has entered the sixth floor of the purple court. Her practice of sword body is further. When there is a light wind blowing up her hair, every strand of green silk is like a slender sword.

She sat on her knees in Yuyuan, like a lotus blooming before summer, with soft and clear eyebrows, cherry blossom and spring snow in her dress.

She looked at the carved wooden figure beside the abyss and the flying array in front of the wooden figure, looking in a trance.

Lu has always remembered that one night last autumn, a meteor appeared in the night sky, illuminating the door for a moment.

She ran out of the hut and found that the wooden figure had been moved by some force and turned its direction. The small flying array was also shining with a faint light. The pattern of the seven pointed star was like a spear penetrating her heart, which made her tremble.

This is a sign of the launch of xiaofeikong array.

Lu thought he was coming back, but that night, she didn't wait for anything, and the light of xiaofeikong array was like an immortal candle, which was always on from late autumn through the cold winter to the melting of spring stream.

She didn't wait for anyone to come, but this candle was also with her.

The candle finally went out last night.

Lu Jiajia's beautiful silhouette is even more thin. She looks at the disgraced little flying array and finally gets up slowly. When she turns back, the mountains are blooming.

It turned out to be another season.

The grass is swaying, and some old friends are coming.

Her white skirt is elegant, her waist is slim, her hair is tied into a horsetail, her eyebrows are thin, her skin is as white as new porcelain. She is just like an orchid in an empty valley, and her swaying skirt is enough to shame the best Danqing painter in the world.

She came from the mountain road in the forest. The high canopy was like an umbrella specially opened for her. In the shade, light occasionally fell from the gap between the trees, which made her dress mottled.

She came out and the sun fell on her.

Lu married her eyes and said softly, "miss Xiang'er."

Zhao xianger gently nodded her head. She went to Lu Jiajia's side and looked into the abyss.

"Are you still waiting?" Zhao Xiang'er's voice was as clear as the first melting water.

Lu said calmly, "I'm going to practice at the roadside. By the way, I'll wait for him to live or die, come or not. I've been relieved for a long time in this year."

Zhao xianger looked at the beautiful woman who was not exposed to fireworks. Her thin lips were slightly raised. She said with a smile: "Master Lu Feng is still not good at lying."

Lu did not answer.

Zhao xianger smoothed his skirt over XianMei's tight legs, bent slightly, and sat down on the edge of the cliff. His slender legs seemed to sway with the wind and stir the spring breeze.

"And you?" Lu asked, "what are you doing here?"

Zhao xianger said, "I just came to have a look."

Lu Jiajia asked: "on the last day of Linhe City, when I saw you, you seemed to be still holding together."

Zhao xianger said faintly: "he is a thief. He dares to be contemptuous of me when I am weak. If he dares to come back, this account will be calculated with him."

"Is it?" Lu Jia sat down beside her.

Zhao xianger's head slightly side, said: "of course, I just respect my mother's marriage letter. I don't know whether he is the fiance my mother chose for me or not, but after all, we have experienced a lot together, so we should all come to have a look."

Lu said, "what happened to the state sacrifice in late autumn last year? I remember that time, it should be the last time you met. "

Zhao xianger frowned and said, "you live in seclusion here. How do you know that?"

"Xiaoling told me." Lu said.

Zhao xianger specially invited Ning Xiaoling to attend the national sacrifice. She told Ning Xiaoling to keep it secret. This dead girl is really unreliable

Lu continued: "now it should be known all over the city that xianger's sister has a fiance, right?"

Zhao xianger said faintly: "the fiance is still just gossip in many places. It's the fact that the Lord of the peak likes an apprentice who is many years younger than himself. Now it's known all over the world. When I went to the teahouse and restaurant, I heard people talk about it many times. But no wonder they are taboo about the love between master and apprentice. In addition to the reputation of the Lord of the peak, his appearance is the best in Nanzhou. It's hard to avoid more discussion. "

Lu Jiajia looks at the girl with light words. Now Zhao xianger is a little taller, and her figure is more exquisite. Her soft black skirt is wrapped in a delicate curve. Looking at each other alone, she is the only one in the world.

It's just that this little girl, who is carved with powder and jade, is not very pleasant to listen to.

"He's just my disciple." Lu said.

Zhao xianger said, "we are the only people here who are not so honest? Even if I believe it, will other people believe it? "

After a moment, Lu said, "Why are you here today? Why does it seem like a question of guilt? "

When Zhao xianger looks at Lu Jiajia, she looks like the most perfect Sword Fairy in the world. Even if she looks at her eyes, she feels that her heart is far away, and even wants to rush into the arms of the snow peak.

Zhao xianger was silent for a moment and said, "you know he is my fiance in name. But he's my fiance, but you're the only one who's been here so long. What's that

Lu said calmly, "I said, he's just my apprentice."

Zhao xianger was slightly annoyed and said, "are you hard mouthed?"

Lu said, "if Miss Xiang'er doesn't dislike this shabby room, I don't mind if you live with me. At least you have a companion."

Zhao xianger looked a little lonely: "I'm different from you. If you leave, Sifeng is just one less female sword immortal with excellent sword skills. If I leave, millions of people of Zhao will die."

The huge clouds in the sky blocked the light, and their beautiful looks were hidden in the dark.

They didn't speak again until the clouds were blown by the wind.

"What is under this abyss?" Zhao xianger muttered to himself.

"Can't your nine feathers fly?" Lu asked

Zhao xianger shook her head. She had already tried it secretly. The whole abyss resisted her coming.

Lu said: "it's said that in the forbidden area of the southern wilderness, it's extremely dangerous. It's full of those ancient evil spirits."

Zhao xianger said: "maybe it's beauties all over the place that make someone happy and not want to go home."

Lu said with a smile: "if I were him, I knew that there was such a beautiful fiancee waiting for me outside, then the rest of the fragrant soft arms were not Rouge powder?"

"I didn't wait for him." Zhao xianger said softly, "if I think of such an iceberg beauty like master waiting for me to melt, I'm reluctant to give up."

Lu was not moved, but said: "fortunately, you are not a disciple of the sword hall, otherwise you will have been disciplined now."

Zhao Xiang'er also didn't want to let him go and said: "fortunately, your realm is still high, otherwise at this time, I would have smashed your butt."

Lu Jia didn't know what she thought of. Her long eyebrows were slightly raised, and she seemed to be angry. In the cold jade body, her sword Qi was like a spring splashing out of the rocks, splashing into white mist in the sun.

Zhao xianger also looked at her quietly. For more than a year, she was crowned the empress with the Dragon Robe. Her temperament was full of dignity and pride. This dignity was described by the sharpness of the eyebrows and the scarlet of the lips. Under her thin and blurred eyelashes, her black and white eyes are as bright as a mirror.

Of course, they just frighten each other and never give up. Naturally, they don't really do anything.

"Are you in purple court?" Lu looked at her and asked.

Zhao xianger nodded: "yes."

Lu asked, "was it the war of the kingdom of Yao in the late autumn of last year?"

Zhao xianger asked with a smile, "do you know all this?"

"Xiao Ling often tells me about your news, not to mention such big events." Lu asked, "was the war going well?"

Zhao xianger fell into the memory slightly.

The battle was nothing to her.

……

Last November, in the late autumn, when the frost was cold and the dew was heavy, Zhao xianger, with his umbrella and sword and nine feathers, quietly went to the kingdom of Yao.

This idea appeared in her mind very early, but after Ning Long's accident, the idea became more and more intense, and finally it got out of hand in the late autumn of that year.

In this year, Zhao's military strength has become stronger and stronger, and its military forces have gradually caught up with the level of Yao. The most important thing is the rise of practitioners. Almost every monk in fairyland can exist as a hundred.

However, the war between the two countries is by no means an ordinary battle. There are too many dangerous places in the battlefield. Unless they are the major repair workers in the purple court, it is difficult to ensure their survival in the chaos. Therefore, even persuading practitioners to join the army is extremely difficult.

Therefore, although the kingdom of Yao is no longer an invincible behemoth in their eyes, it can only achieve the degree of mutual victory and defeat after the real intersection of swords and swords.

And it is Zhao xianger's realm that is faster than Zhao's military strength.

In one year, she didn't practice seriously, but her realm was still rising. She easily reached the peak of the long life realm and could break through the purple court realm at any time. But she wanted to look for an opportunity.

Until the cherry blossoms bloom in the kingdom of Yao, she finally decides to take her sword to the kingdom of Yao to break the chance.

It's the day, the cold wind sweeps the land, and the frost kills all kinds of grass.

Zhao xianger, alone, came to the outside of the city.

The main city of the kingdom of Yao is like a gloomy prison. The cavalry patrols heavily with heavy armour. The soldiers walk on the tower in an endless stream. There are still torches burning in the daytime, and the archers never relax. Among them, the passers-by were silent and did not talk after meeting, just looking at each other. Even if we look at each other, we dare not look at each other for too long.

The city is filled with a very depressing atmosphere.

This is the capital of the state of Yao.

Zhao Xiang'er untied her cloak outside the city. She was still in the familiar black suit, capable and graceful, with an umbrella and a sword on her back.

Outside the castle, she stepped on jiuyu's back and rose to the wall. So this morning, the whole kingdom of Yao was boiling.

There are many guards in the imperial city of the kingdom of Yao. They have a special letter tower, which can convey information very quickly.

On the city tower, Zhao xianger stands in no hurry and cuts off all the forced knives and swords. She wants to give the country a reaction time.

In her eyes, the human Dynasty, which dominates Nanzhou, seems thin and insignificant.

Although she is intelligent by nature, she doesn't like the art of war. Now she can kill many people in both countries with one person and one sword.

When the news reached the Kingdom, the royal family was shocked and the city was in turmoil.

The twelve Xuantian ghosts who protect the city of the kingdom of Yao float one by one in the sky of the kingdom of Yao, such as the armored Luocha, with their hands on the tower. They take the whole Imperial City as the foundation and stare at the girl with eyes as big as a gong, and show their weapons one by one.

These twelve luochas are the city protection generals of the state of Yao. According to legend, they can join hands to kill the immortals in the purple court.

"Before you enter the purple court, you dare to intrude into this city. Those foolish people of Zhao state support you, worship you, and regard you as the son of God. I didn't expect that you often occupy a high position, and I believe this ridiculous statement!"

A voice sounded like a big LV from the central Hongzhong of zhonghuangcheng.

"When a woman is an emperor, she is so impulsive." There is also a prince of your family who comes out by chariot. From a distance, you can see the legendary female emperor of Zhao state.

It is well known that the female emperor of the state of Zhao has the posture of heaven and man. Many people strive to earn fame and fame just to look at her from afar.

Zhao xianger did not move. She stood still. The sword and arrow could not get close to her.

She knew that there were still masters in the kingdom of Yao.

There are more and more people below. The armored luochafa who cling to the city tower are looking at her enormously, as if they are looking at a rare but fragile flower.

However, the real masters in the imperial city looked dignified one by one.

The sun rose on the edge of the sky and shone on the stern City, which also reflected Zhao xianger's eyes clearly.

A few princes who came to watch by chariot looked hot one by one, and the Huakui of the whole kingdom could not compare with what she described. Many people began to shout to let nalocha not hurt her, but to catch her alive.

This cheering stopped when Zhao xianger jumped down from the tower.

The dark nine feathers spread their huge wings in the sky. Although jiuyu has no thickness, its silhouette is very beautiful. It has seagull like wings and Phoenix like tail feathers. When spreading its wings, each burst feather looks like a sword.

Luocha jumped up one by one to meet the girl.

This day is a nightmare for China.

There was snow in the city, black snow. Every snowflake was the withering spirit power of the Rocha.

They watched the girl jump into the sky, and directly hit the spirit monster dozens of times larger than her body size with bare hands. Then the shadow of the hill broke, twisted and collapsed one by one. They rooted in the kingdom of Yao, and absorbed almost the power of each country. Each one was the spirit of a long life.

However, it is clear that Zhao xianger is a long-lived place, but he seems to be a real devil. He punches them one after another, killing them both.

Winter seems to have arrived ahead of time.

It took a long time for the black snow to stop.

It's cold all over the city.

Zhao xianger didn't kill anyone except twelve Luocha at this time. She didn't even pay attention to the princes who used to yell at each other with extremely ugly words. She was like a simple killing machine. Her real target was Wang Ba, who was hidden in the deep palace.

"Your Highness, stop."

Outside the Imperial City, twelve Luocha died, and none of the arrows above the imperial city could stick to her clothes. The shadow swept through the air. After entering the virtual Imperial City, it was finally stopped by two middle-aged people.

The two middle-aged people are very similar in appearance and clothes.

They are like two mountains in front of the imperial palace.

"What's the matter?" Zhao xianger seldom spoke.

One of them sighed: "the war between the two countries should be resolved on the battlefield. Your highness will enter the city alone and change the pattern of the world with the celestial power. This is not in line with the rules."

Zhao xianger said: "you think the territory is too small, so you engulf 16 small countries. You are even more oppressive than Zhao, forcing to cut off the territory and devour it. I'm different from you. I hate this city, but I don't want to occupy it or destroy it. "

She only wanted to kill the king. She wanted to calm down the people's grievances of the state of Zhao for decades, and also wanted to vent her sword spirit.

She stepped up the steps and went up.

"What does Xianli have to do with me? I'm the empress of the state of Zhao. I'm still in the world. Who dares to chase me? " Zhao xianger stood in the middle of them and stopped, waiting for them to move.

But they looked at each other and sighed, but they made way for Zhao xianger and saluted him instead.

The rest of the Xuanjia heavy troops stood on both sides, spears like a forest, stabbed out brightly, pointed at her one after another, but no one started.

In the deep Imperial Palace, the old and immature Wang ran away. He wanted to blow out all the candlesticks, but accidentally knocked over one of them, causing a fire. Instead, he took a clearer picture of his body.

He cried for help, prayed for Chang Yingshu's prediction to come true, prayed for the gods to come into the world and stabilize the chaos.

But nothing. Those people didn't know whether they were killed or simply scared, but none of them stopped them.

He became a real loner and watched the girl come out of the fire.

Her beauty is breathtaking.

This is the last scene the old king saw.

In the days to come, this battle will be exaggerated and described warmly. It seems that the whole city is a battlefield with powerful swords and thunderous drums. The female emperor of Zhao and the king of Li state have different opinions about the battle. In a word, they are all in darkness.

But in the real story, Zhao xianger just stabbed him to death on the steps, and then sat on the throne of black gold and looked far away.

She thought everything was good and boring.

Because there is no interest in the world, all those interesting past events are particularly vivid.

By the way, she helped put out the fire of this luxurious Royal Palace, and then she came to the backyard and stood under the snow blooming iron cherry trees.

All the objects have gathered, and she has entered the purple court in full bloom.

She had expected to be robbed.

It's just that it's more boring than she thought.

In the field of mind evil robbery, she explored the truth of herself at the beginning, and then she went through her life again.

This time in life, all people are extremely attentive to serve her, please her, all kinds of flashy add body, a thousand points of luxury intoxication, really after the clouds, but there is nothing to remember.

Zhao xianger is very calm in the disaster. Most of the time, she is still in the familiar country, under the familiar banyan tree, overlooking the distance.

I have been looking at it for more than ten years.

Finally, she arrived at the age of 16. She searched for the shadow in white in the vast stream of people, but somehow she didn't see it.

As if this is reality, and those memories are dreams.

Her mind evil robbery can not be called robbery, because in the mind evil dreamland, all people are paving the way for her, offering gifts, answering questions without any confusion.

She didn't see the boy she couldn't say was emotional when she was 16 years old in the dreamland, so she completely lost interest in this psychological disaster.

Zhao xianger killed the red tail old gentleman in the dreamland and broke out.

When she left, all the people in the dreamland knelt down to her, as if this was not the realm of the demons, but her kingdom.

She is the God of the king, even if it is the devil, dare not impose any disrespect on her.

The world is still boring.

……

Zhao xianger told her the story of that year. Lu Jiajia listened quietly and occasionally said something.

After the words were exhausted, Zhao xianger said goodbye to her.

"Are you leaving?" Asked Lu.

Zhao xianger knew what she was asking. She said, "after three years, if he doesn't come, I will go to the West."

"If he comes back, will you agree to the engagement?" she asked

Zhao xianger said calmly, "he and I may be in the same way, but not in the same way."

……

……

The half year in duanjie city is especially long.

Shao Xiaoli sits on the top of the king's hall every day, staring at the sky, watching whether there is a meteor in the sky without blinking. He always sees that his eyes are sour and intolerable.

In this year, duanjie city began to be rebuilt one after another after it was broken. Although it was far behind the glory of the past, it finally continued the fire.

Yechu went to Xuexia again, but Siming never returned to the city.

As a result, Shao Xiaoli, who was only 17 years old, started Daliang, while xueyujun, as a new animal totem of duanjie City, occasionally went to stand guard in the city, feeling the feeling of people's worship.

Half a year later, Shao Xiaoli finally saw the falling shadow in the distance. The shadow is very far away and light, like the illusion of dryness after a long time.

But she knew it was the boss.

She had no time to put on her most beautiful clothes, so she ran out of the city.

But she was not the first to arrive. On this day, such a result, ye Chu and Si Ming have been waiting for a long time. In the snow gorge, Su Yanshu hugs Yechu. If you don't have Ning to save you for a long time, Yechu should die on the day when he collides with sin Jun. His health is getting worse and worse. He can only fall asleep in Su Yanshu's arms every day, and the time for him to show his immortal beauty is getting shorter and shorter. Most of the time, he is a broken body made of fire and wood. Su Yanshu knew that he was going to die. Today, Yechu got up in an unusual way. He didn't know where to find a elixir. After swallowing it, he regained some strength. He put the flag right and left Xuexia. Su Yanshu knew that he would not come back this time. She hugged him from behind and asked, "you never like me, do you?" Yechu smiles and shakes his head: "No." Su Yanshu's eyes were sad and said, "but you don't love me. Who do you like? The woman named Siming? Or do you love nobody? " Night apart from simang can not talk about emotion, at most is to sympathize with each other. What he and this younger generation can't get over is the dispute of the main road from beginning to end. But today, he did go to see her off. Yechu followed a certain direction and found Ning Changjiu's broken and falling body in a piece of sand as soon as possible. Ning Changchang's body almost burned, and he could not see the original appearance of flesh and blood. He lay on the ground, and even could not feel his breath. In this broken body, all the bones were broken, and he didn't know what strength and idea supported his heart beating. After the arrival of Yechu, Siming arrived almost at the same time. They looked at each other“ If we kill him, we will share power and fight to the death. " Said Siming. Yechu smiles and asks, "do you really want to kill him?" Simang said: "I came to kill him. Your seven skilful mind should be able to tell the truth of my words." Yechu nodded with a smile and said, "let's do it. The seven hundred year old dispute is now a head." Si Ming nodded and said, "let's go." They came to Ning Changjiu's body and raised their swords together. Shao Xiaoli is still on his way. The sword spirit is still sleeping in his body. No one can save him. The sword pierced his chest. But what is pierced is not the long chest, but the night. Siming used the sword of Tianyu sword Sutra. In the past six months, she had already understood that move. She held the sword and looked at Yechu. She still couldn't help wondering and asked, "Why are you so weak? Why do you dare to come to see me when you are so weak? " Yechu looked at the sword penetrating his chest and said with a smile, "you finally cheated me." Siming shook his head gently: "I'm not lying. It's true that I want to kill him. It's true that I want to kill you." Yechu sighed, "if you and I had exchanged power, I would have killed you long ago." The power of his power is far less than that of Sima Ming. However clever he is, he will not fight for 700 years. Si Ming said calmly, "that was me yesterday, not me today." With that, she pushed out the dark sword in her hand and cut through her delicate heart. Yechu is still smiling when he falls down. He likes snow, but here is a vast desert. This is not the fate he likes, but fate is the sand between his fingers. Even if he once held a whole desert in his hand, it will flow out one day. That's what he's going to end up with. In addition to the death of Yechu, the power of fate did not disperse, because that little power had been completely wiped out in the battle of sin King God. What he died now was just an empty puppet shell. Because of this, he really came to the end of his life. Si Ming killed this old enemy for hundreds of years, but he could not gain real joy. She didn't continue to kill, but sat cross knee, put the black sword on her lap, and looked at the dying boy quietly. She had to wait for Ning to wake up for a long time before making the final decision with him. Whether she succeeds or fails, it will be the most important battle in her life（ Thanks to the helmsman of Dharma protecting pig ZXs! Thank you Dharma protector for your continuous support and unremitting book review