Beyond the Divine States

Outside the palace, above the clouds, the battle lasted for a long time. Many clouds and lead fog in the sky have been smashed to pieces, revealing a corner of the blue sky behind, which looks like the continuous lakes and swamps on the dry land after the rainstorm. Beams of sky light, like swords cutting heaven and earth, gradually converge to form a large clear sky. Half the city is stormy and half the city is sunny. And at the edge of their intersection, the rain was shining golden, falling all over the sky, which was really good-looking. Stratiform clouds blocked the sight. In the thunder, people on the wall looked up in awe, imagining the amazing battle behind the clouds. From time to time, the sound of the Phoenix, even if it is far away, can still startle people. In their eyes, it was a war between gods, which only existed in the legend of Zhiyi. It was never seen in the 100 years since the founding of the state of Zhao, but now it was so abrupt and clear in front of everyone. Time passed very slowly. In front of the Imperial Palace, Zhao xianger's broad Phoenix robe is fluttering, like a never extinguished fire. The rosefinch burning pestle in her hand is burning with golden light, and the inscriptions on it are sometimes bright and sometimes dark, unpredictable. The Fire Phoenix who protects the city is connected with her, so she can not only see the scene on the clouds, but also bear the bite of rosefinch's injury. Gradually, her cheek was like the tender lotus washed by autumn frost, and her blood color faded slowly. Blood oozed from her seven orifices, just like the cinnabar on the porcelain man. But the people in the palace had already been dismissed by her, and the empty square was so lonely that no one could see this scene. The thunder is rolling in the sky. Every time, her petite body shakes lightly. The cool wind swept her ears, blowing up a lock of green silk, falling on her body, sometimes light, sometimes rain. How long later, the clouds gradually closed“ Go back. " The girl's voice seemed to be light. An almost invisible shadow of the Phoenix fell from the cloud and fell back into the pestle of the rosefinch. Zhao Xiang'er wiped the blood on his face and pulled away his wet hair. After shaking for several times, he almost fell down and walked back to the palace. The palace array is still here! In an alley of the Imperial City, a dark shadow fell and the green brick cracked. A child who was still looking at the sky from a distance was startled, but surprisingly did not turn to escape. He watched helplessly as an old man who was like Coke climbed up from the ground. His body was full of holes, and he was still hissing under the rain. A woman who was going to hold her child saw this scene. She covered her mouth and trembled with fright. But she didn't know where the courage came from. She picked up the child, rushed back to the house and slammed the door heavily. Then, with all her strength, she took a firewood knife and hid behind the door, staring at the tightly closed wooden door with cold sweat. But the old man turned a blind eye to them. He dragged the broken body slowly across the street. The blood in his body had evaporated to dryness. There was only a terrible wound, and the incision was white. He looked back at the palace, still unwilling. He knew that Zhao xianger's injury was far more serious than himself, but he still didn't have the means to break the Imperial Palace in a short time, and he was worried that he would change later. Now his status is just purple court. Please remember the first domain name of this book: www.shuquge.com . Shuqu Pavilion_ Biquge mobile reading website: m.shuquge.com