Beyond the Divine States

It's killing.

This is a road paved by a sea of corpses. It is like a blood red carpet. From this long street, it spreads little by little to the whole imperial city. Even the endless fire can't burn it out.

Ning Changjiu is still white with ink hair, but his body has turned into gold, which is like an ancient clock cast in a temple.

He rushed into the ancient beasts to fight with his horn. In the flying flesh and blood, he had turned into a bloody Shura. All the blood splashed from the sky was mercilessly torn by his sword, and then he set off a bigger blood curtain in the constant killing.

Ning Changchang didn't use any sword moves at the moment, but simply slashed. His figure clearly didn't look big, but when he rushed into the crowd, it was like a giant bear with strong muscles and bones.

Endless killing is like a nightmare. Ning long held the blade of a sword from the street to the end of the street, and then from the end of the street to the street. He didn't know how many horns he had broken, but there was a steady stream of ancient beasts in war, so did his weapons. In the first war, human beings polished the bones and teeth of these ancient beasts into sharp swords.

Ning long has killed red eye, he is like an invincible God, no matter how violent huge ancient beast, he can easily tear each other's flesh, crush its heart.

Those flying phoenix and sparrow are also like the moths fighting the fire. They have become the souls of blood sacrifice under the sword.

He kept killing, killing red eyes, completely forgetting himself, his hands and feet gradually numb, his pupils more and more cold, the pungent smell of blood is also used to, Shura's will is like a cruel slave owner, constantly squeezing strength from his body.

Bang!

A moment, rather long Qianjun power of a punch in a head of fire bird. The Firebird suddenly turned into Zhao xianger's shadow. Ning Changchang was shocked, but it was too late to stop his fist. The fist style alone tore the Firebird to pieces.

He was not sure whether this scene was an illusion, but he injected a trace of clarity into the sea of knowledge, which was full of killing.

His figure slowly stopped.

Ning Changchang found that the corpses piled up under his feet were as tall as a building. In the bloody debris, thick blood mixed with internal organs flowed out and fused into a disgusting color. But those ancient beasts were like endless birds. They were born from the fire and turned into burning fire again after death.

Ning long raised his head and found a more frightening thing - it was not himself who killed here, and those ancient beasts were killing each other.

They gnaw at each other's necks, claw their flesh and tear their hearts, and then they are beaten to pieces by the more powerful beasts coming from behind.

Ning opened his eyes for a long time and his heart wavered.

He suddenly understood that although Shura's body endowed him with strength, it also infected all the creatures with its ferocious killing intention like a plague... This is the real feast of killing, and this is the essence of Shura's evil.

Just now, Zhao Xiang'er projected Shenque. He realized that it was wrong and wanted to remind himself.

Ning Changchang's heart was cold, and he was slightly afraid. He realized that no matter how long he killed himself, it would be useless to kill him. This is not the world's recognized way of preaching. It's like greed, anger and infatuation. It's a sin, not a means of rising. If he had been killing like this before, he would have been killed to death, and then become a prey, Killed by other ancient beasts.

Shura itself is a double-edged sword!

Killing doesn't end purgatory, it makes it a bloodier burial ground.

Ning calmed down for a long time.

With the calmness of his mind, the sound of killing in the sky gradually died down.

This world is not only Zhao xianger's world, but also a projection of his soul.

The golden flame on his body gradually subsided. He bent down and knew that there were only two ways to leave the world, either to find the gap in the world or to defeat the master of the world.

But the temple in the sky has disappeared. Where is Zhao xianger now?

The blood of the long street turned into flames and burned away,

There are still tall horses with golden chariots, but Ning long chose to take the initiative to avoid the war, because he found that the more he killed, the more the flame of the world was burning. If he continued, even without Zhao xianger's help, he would be dragged down by himself.

He wants to find Zhao xianger!

But the imperial city is so big, where is she hiding?

Ning Changjiu believes that if the world is the same as the outside world, then the location of the main hall should also be unchangeable.

Ning long called Jinwu, now Jinwu than at the beginning of a few circles, enough to take him to fly.

While blocking the birds, he let Jinwu fly back to the place where Zhao xianger had disappeared. He opened his eyes to explore, but found nothing.

"Did she guess that I could think of this, so what I left at first was only a false projection, and the real main hall was hidden elsewhere?" Ning long pondered a little, and he began to think, if he was Zhao xianger, where would he build the main hall.

He was the first to arrive at the site of the palace. At the end of the golden steps, the throne has been completely restored, which is very beautiful.

Ning sat on the throne for a long time, folded off a few blades from the void, looked forward and found nothing.

Then he went to the underground palace from the mouth of the well. He went to jiulingtai from the underground palace.

He looked back and forth on the nine spirit platform, and still did not find any trace.

But he was not disappointed.

He looked at a certain place and suddenly smile.

"I watch the sunset at your highness. Why bother me?"

Ning Changjiu whispered and said with a faint smile, "I've come to harass your highness."

He went to the imperial city and saw the tall banyan tree outside the former site of Qianyu hall.

The edge of the banyan leaves is also burning.

He went to several places and clumsily climbed up the tree like a child.

He sat on a strong tree trunk and looked forward like a girl in a black skirt.

At that time, she went up the mountain and down the river all day long. She was a wild girl with a slovenly figure. She wore a black skirt not because it was white, but because it was black and dirty.

He looked towards the West.

In the light of the fire, a magnificent hall is suspended.

"I found you." Ning was relieved for a long time.

The temple also lowered the steps to him.

On the steps, a girl in Palace Dress walks down slowly. She has a beautiful face, but she looks like a doll. She is dressed in a graceful and precious Chinese skirt. She wraps her body slender and tall. She gracefully walks up to Ning Changjiu and smiles: "Your Highness wants to see you."

She is the emissary of the temple.

Needless to say, she would take the initiative to enter the temple for a long time.

The girl slowly put her hand behind her back, took out a blade like water, and handed it to Ning Changjiu with both hands flat. She said with a smile, "this is a sword. It's an imitation of the blood sword tea of the ancient ghost Kingdom thousands of years ago. The young master has been bathing in blood all the way. It should be matched with this blade."

"Divine tea..." Ning long read its name gently and took over the blade with a surface like water. This is a very beautiful blade. Its handle is dark, its style is exquisite, and its body is smooth. When the spirit power is poured into it, the whole blade looks like a burning fire and turns into a blood red color.

This is the legendary great God of Taigu, the sword of Mingjun.

Ning long, holding the tea, stepped on the steps. Every step he stepped on would turn into a pale skull.

He came to the temple.

The main hall is open. Countless women, who are similar to the waiters just now, are wearing elegant and classical palace clothes and standing on one side with unsheathed blades. Their faces are very beautiful, but the beauty is too old-fashioned, like lifeless puppets.

And the most beautiful girl in the hall is sitting at the end, smiling at herself, her eyes bent up like the crescent moon hanging in the frost.

She is still the pure white cotton skirt, but her delicate face is painted with shallow makeup.

"It's not stupid to be here." Zhao xianger said with a smile.

Listening to her sarcastic words, Ning Changjiu was quite calm. He gave a salute with a tea in his hand and said, "thank you for your advice."

If she didn't stop him, he might be eroded by Shura's idea of killing.

Zhao xianger said: "you really have a lot of means hidden in your body. What is that golden body? Why can't the laws of the world hold it down? "

Ning long did not hide: "Shura."

"Shura?" Zhao xianger chewed the meaning of the word. She said, "it doesn't sound like a good skill... But without it, you would never have seen me."

Ning Changchang nodded gently. If there was no Shura body breaking through the law, he would have been dragged down in the constant fighting and then failed.

This is the terrifying part of the power of the "world", which can drag you into a limited field and then drag you down directly by means of bombardment.

This is just a fragmentary "world". How powerful is the God with real world power in rosefinch kingdom?

Ning long walked to the center of the hall holding the tea, and said, "please give me some advice, eh... After the fight, no matter win or lose, please remember to invite me to dinner."

Zhao xianger said with a cool smile: "I'll start lighter."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "if you start heavy, you can only feed me spoon by spoon."

Between the words, the maid who had guided him in the Palace Dress closed the door.

All the flickering candles in the hall were quiet.

Zhao xianger got up slowly. When she got up, she took out a long knife from the side of the armrest. It was also very beautiful. Its long and narrow blade was light blue, like a mirror made of glass, reflecting the quiet color of the pool.

The green body of the sword turns into white in an instant.

The hall was suddenly dark, as if an invisible breeze had blown by, and the candle in the hall was extinguished instantly.

Zhao xianger comes from the end of the temple. After running quietly, he raises his sword and cuts down. The white light of cangluan's sword cuts through the night. It looks like a girl's eyebrow.

Ning long in the hands of the tea also ignited Hongguang, he holds the sword horizontal in front of the body, at the same time running, a knife.

In the dark hall, the light goes out, and the light of cangluan and Shencha forms a red and white cross.

The percussion of the magic sword rang out quickly.

Then the light of the knife came as fast as lightning, which smashed the cross light.

The fierce iron blade kept pounding and bouncing, and the light burst out was in full bloom in the night.

Ning Long's Shura body was once again on his body, competing with Zhao xianger's divine body.

In Linhe City, they once practiced boxing and sword for a month. Although they were beaten unilaterally for a long time, they knew each other's moves well. At the moment, although their swords were bright and gorgeous, they seemed to be in the years when Linhe City was rebuilt. All the moves were smashed and disassembled at the right time, The dazzled knife light turned into countless broken light rain, such as the fireworks exploded in the hall.

They were faster and faster, and their swordsmanship seemed to turn into a roar of fury to tear the darkness to pieces.

The light and rain filled the hall. Their swords were too fast for the naked eye to catch. They could only see the light and shadow of the blade.

Ding!

The tips of the knives touch each other and spring apart from each other.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger landed again.

Tea red light as blood, cangluan white awn like clothing.

In this round, they are equal to each other.

Ning Changchang is a little relieved. His worry is superfluous. He can really compete with her by virtue of Shura's body. It's worthy of the master's unique skill. Sure enough

His mind suddenly stagnated.

The maids standing on the side of the hall rekindled the candle.

The fire brightened the hall.

Zhao xianger looks at him with a smile.

Ning Changchang was surprised to find that what she was wearing now was not a white skirt, but a valuable dance skirt. The upper part of the dance skirt was a white dress embroidered with fine gold, and under the girdle, it was a red skirt like camellia. The skirt was stacked in layers, each of which was soft and crisscross, which made her beautiful body more elegant.

This is the "thousand fold fragrance" dress worn by the best dancers when Zhao meets the monarchs of other countries.

Just now, when she was fighting with herself at high speed, she changed into a complicated and beautiful dress in her spare time!

The Supreme Court made a judgment.

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, looking at the appearance of her rich make-up dress, and said in a soft voice: "it's really beautiful."

Zhao xianger holds cangluan between his soft sleeves and slightly wrists. This famous sword is only an imitation, but it's still unreal. It's like a long and easily folded bamboo leaf of Camellia lace.

"You're already very good, much better than I thought three years ago." Zhao xianger looked at him and said with a smile, "it's a pity that this is our country. You can't defeat me here."

Then she jumped up gently, and then miraculously hovered in the air, like a cloud, how can not fall down.

Ning long looked at her soft and rolling gorgeous skirt and asked, "is this the power of law?"

Zhao Xiang'er nodded gently. The sword in her hand was still blue, which showed that she didn't use any spiritual power at the moment.

She said: "I can ignore all the extra force. I can be strong without restraint. That's what monks usually call... Freedom."

She waved the blade in her hand at will. The blade rotated thousands of times with a breath, and it became a stream of light.

"Are you afraid, young master Xiaoning?" Zhao xianger said with a smile, "if you're afraid, surrender. I can spare you some flesh and blood."

Ning Changjiu asked: "if I give up, will you choose to give up?"

Zhao xianger restrained a smile, body light landing, slightly apologetic way: "will."

I'd rather be silent for a long time.

Zhao xianger explained: "I will return to the western countries in seven days. That's where I will go. So I don't want to leave my thoughts behind. Well... The marriage certificate is only 16 years old. It should have been broken three years ago, you know. "

"I know." Ning long was silent for a long time and said, "I actually have places I have to go."

"Well?" Zhao xianger raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ning Changjiu said: "maybe one day, I will go back to Guanguan to see my master. If I come back then, I don't know what year and month it will be."

Zhao Xiang'er said with a faint smile, "isn't that just right?"

"You have your way to go, I have my way to pursue." Zhao xianger slowly recovered. Sheng Mei's dress flowed across the water like ground. She came to the side of the case and took cangluan's scabbard. "I have said with Lu Qijia that I am a fellow, not a fellow traveler."

"And without that, would we get married?" Ning long asked this question, and immediately gently shook his head. He didn't have these troubles in the last life, didn't he also miss it?

Zhao xianger's sword hand stopped slightly. She thought seriously for a while and said half jokingly, "if that's the case, it's OK for you to join the kingdom of Zhao and be my queen. It's just that you have to be ready to fall out of favor all the time."

Ning Changjiu also laughs. He looks at Zhao xianger's beautiful back. The temple seems to be a huge collection hall, and its magnificence is only for cherishing this ancient flower.

"Wait!" Ning long said suddenly.

"Well?" Zhao xianger turned back, half of her sword had gone into the scabbard.

Ning Changchang said, "what's the matter with Miss Zhao? I haven't given up yet. "

Zhao xianger sighed slightly, but his eyebrows and eyes were smiling: "when I beat him before, he begged for mercy very quickly. Now how can he be so stubborn?"

Ning long held the tea in his hand and said, "this time, that time."

Zhao xianger pulled out the half blade and said, "if you still have the means, just use it."

Ning Changjiu asked, "can you give me some time?"

Zhao Xiang'er's head was light and didn't care.

Ning long deeply vomited a breath, he took up the hand peerless blade, gently cut his palm, blood exudation, against the blade. Blood into the blade.

He imitated the ancient method and wanted to melt his own essence and blood with the sword to achieve the unity of man and sword.

Zhao xianger shook his head gently.

Although this method is of some use, it is just a drop in the bucket. What's more, even if it has reached the point of combining man with knife, it can never be her opponent at the moment.

Because she is the master of the world, in her temple, she is invincible.

It's better to close your breath for a long time.

The blood light of the blade is rich.

He held the knife in his right hand and pressed his eyebrow in his left.

"From heaven."

"Too empty."

"Beiming."

"Three forms of Dao and Jian."

“……”

He usurped the essence of all the sword techniques he had learned from his own sea of knowledge, and quenched them on the blade one by one. The essence of these sword techniques or sword techniques is like a gem integrated into the iron ware. Every time he fell into one, the blood color of the blade would be rich.

Zhao xianger frowned slightly.

Ning Changjiu's sword hasn't come out yet, but the spirit of the sword has come to her face. Her famous skirt, thousand fold fragrance, is flying and dancing in the spirit of the sword.

"Shura..." Ning vomited his turbid Qi for a long time. In his body, the golden thread lit up again. Every blood was like a dormant Golden Dragon. They were beating vigorously, as if they were about to burst at any time.

Zhao xianger gently touched the ground with the tips of his feet.

Ning looked at her for a long time.

She nodded.

Ning long holding the knife, step back. The sword was not easy for him, so he imagined it as a sword, a peerless sword that once lived in the depths of the nether world. He made a gesture of drawing his sword.

Silence is only a brief moment.

The next moment, all the candles go out again, and a knife light cuts out without any color and edge. This knife is like the last piece of snow on the treetop, and also like a crane that has been separated for ten years. It is so lonely and thin, and the curved plane is like a thin piece of paper, waiting for someone to write.

Zhao xianger looked at the knife, and his eyes were filled with amazement and admiration.

The artistic conception of this knife is so beautiful that it reminds her of the memory of watching the sunset from a distance on the banyan tree and the way he looked when he was holding himself in Fengdu.

Outside the world, she can't take the knife.

But praise has become a pity.

This is her world.

The knife was too fast to say, but at the moment her eyes were still normal.

Cangluan is like snow, which passes by.

Lonely knife meaning was cut to the pain point, instantly cut off, so lonely will become lonely.

The candle lights up again.

He would rather hold the knife for a long time and stand, his face pale and his body tottering.

"How are you?" Zhao xianger asked.

Ning long said.

Zhao xianger was annoyed: "what are you stubborn about?"

"What do you ask..." Ning long wanted to fight back.

His voice fell, and his body fell.

Zhao xianger sighed, appeared in front of him and held him. She looked at his pale face with a complicated look.

Ning long held her arm and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Don't force it." Zhao xianger sighed: "you have done well enough. I'm... Very satisfied."

Ning Changjiu shook his head gently, his long hair came down.

Zhao xianger also wants to comfort her. The next moment, a golden light shines in front of her.

Another sneak attack?

What a shameless villain!

Zhao xianger was more annoyed and thought that he was really good to you. Although she was angry, she was not afraid at all. Here, there was no possibility to defeat her.

But soon, her face changed. Ning long held her hand, yank, she fell into a golden light. After the golden light dissipated, everything around changed“ Welcome to... Ten prime ministers. " Ning long rubbed the temple, difficult to get up, to Zhao xianger smile. This is the world of jinwuli（ Thank you again for the great reward from ZXs. (good night, shuyoumeng.)