Beyond the Divine States

"My name is Qu Wu. I'm Kailing. Previously, there were snakes crying in this valley. Many disciples were attracted here... It's strange. I never heard of white snake hall here before." The disciple, who called himself Qu Wu, led Ning Xiaoling to the depth of the palace while using his spiritual power to treat the wound.

Ning Xiaoling holding a humble knife, carrying a bulging bag, walking beside him, listening to him, nodding gently.

She had never heard of Mr. Ling Talking about the white snake temple.

But this temple not only exists, but also is very big, as big as the hall of medicine king.

There was no light in the temple, and it was dark. Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes and found that on both sides of the road leading to the depth of the temple, the walls were full of scales.

Among the walls, there are murals and huge troughs. In the stone troughs, there are naked human figures entwined with feather snakes. The figures do not distinguish between men and women, with a sense of strangeness and holy beauty. On both sides, there are many other entrances. The end is deep and you can't see the end at a glance.

Ning Xiaoling took a look at those places.

Qu Wu said, "we have explored this place before Ming Lang came."

Ning Xiaoling asked, "what's here?"

Qu Wu replied: "we speculate that the water of the underground spring has risen, and the air of the nether world is abundant enough. However, the bridge has changed, so it should lead to the other end of the valley, but it connects the netherworld."

Ning Xiaoling slightly surprised: "can you go back like this?"

Qu Wu said: "we have tried. We can go back from Naihe bridge."

Ning Xiaoling is a little relieved.

The deeper into the hall, the more bloody it was.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the nearly black blood on the ground with a slightly coagulated look.

Qu Wu's injury went down temporarily. He wiped the blood on his forehead and said: "I thought these plumed snakes were just legends. I didn't expect that they really existed in the world. Fortunately, the plumed snake just recovered and was still weak, otherwise we might all die here..."

"The legend of feather snake?" Ning Xiaoling has seen a feather snake. On that day, Mrs. Bai put all her eggs in one basket. When she smashed the red moon into the yellow spring to cook herself, she turned into a white feather snake. The terrible beauty of walking through the night is still unforgettable to her.

Qu Wu asked, "haven't you heard of it?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said, "I'm a disciple of Yujian Tianzong. I've only been here for half a year. Many things are still unclear."

Qu Wu nodded and said: "I see... It's said that Lord Ming's noumenon is a feather snake, but black scales and white feathers. After the death of Lord Ming, yin and Yang were reversed, and his scales turned into countless young feather snakes. Most of them died in the boiling water. What they survived were white scales and black feathers. They scattered in all corners of the world, symbolizing revenge. Our husband told us that Lord Ming will come back one day... "

Ning Xiaoling let out a sound, and the beautiful appearance of feather snake naturally appeared in her mind.

She thought it was just a random imagination, but it didn't come true soon.

Deep in the hall, the fire was burning.

A large scaled and snow-white plumed serpent sits in the center. The ridges and scales covering its body are jagged and hard. Its pupil is light gold, and the scarlet letter under its kiss scales is puffing. Its back is as black as the feather of eternal night, dripping scarlet blood, gently and wearily covering its body.

It kept turning its body, and the wall behind it was knocked down. On the top of it, a man in white was flying with his sword at high speed, chopping the sword Qi at the Plumed Serpent.

The feather snake is surrounded by four or five practitioners who are attracted by the whistling of the white snake.

"Come back so fast?" Some people were surprised.

"Well, I just met this younger martial sister." Qu Wu replied.

The disciple tried to destroy the scale of the feather snake by cutting his sword. He asked: "younger martial sister, you are just in time to attack its tail. Be careful and follow elder martial brother Minglang's lead!"

Looking at the feather snake, Ning Xiaoling's heart throbbed. She asked, "why kill it? Isn't the feather snake the God of our clan? "

The disciple explained: "this is the snake that Shizu suppressed in the White Snake valley. It's a traitor... Now it's escaped somehow..."

Ning Xiaoling said: "why don't you inform them..."

After that, she immediately realized that these disciples should have some Lingbao more or less. They were not willing to leave with the brocade bag, because using the brocade bag was equivalent to giving up, and Lingbao could not be counted.

"Stop talking nonsense! I believe elder martial brother. Let's kill it together... Qu Wu, you are too injured. Let's have a rest. " The elder martial brother said in a quick voice: "this snake is also strange. First of all

I felt sick before, and suddenly I went crazy again... "

Qu Wu nodded. He covered his chest and sat on the ground with a pale face. The broken sword was thrown aside. He was accidentally hit on the ground by the wings of a feather snake, and now he is still vomiting blood.

The elder martial brothers and sisters are all fighting, but Ning Xiaoling is not willing to hurt the snake in her heart. She is forced to rush up and chop with her sword to make up for the number.

The elder martial brother looked at her and said curiously, "by the way, younger martial sister, what's the big bag on your back?"

Ning Xiaoling said hurriedly: "Oh, this is lingguo. I've picked more. I'm hungry..."

The elder martial brother nodded. He looked at the other side's soft sword Qi and guessed that the other side's realm should be low. Then he kindly told him, "by the way, younger martial sister, you should be careful after you kill this feather snake. There's one who's the same age as you. It's like Ning Xiaoling. It's said that she robbed many disciples' treasures. The means are very cruel. You should be careful."

"..." Ning Xiaoling was silent for a moment and said: "thank you for your reminding. I will pay attention to it."

Although they smash or peel off many white scales from time to time, their damage to the plumed snake is limited after all. The real main battlefield is above.

Minglang is just like a real feather snake. He is deft and changeable in the air, and his attack in a small range seems to twinkle with the flying of purple court.

Under the long siege, the plumed snake was scarred, and its vibrating wings could hardly support its huge body.

Under the people's hard work, the ancient creature who was once famous, but now has only half a step in the purple court, shakes its spindle shaped head, opens its mouth and roars in pain. It hits the wall of the temple and instinctively wants to escape. According to the thick wall of the temple, it smashes its own scales.

There was no confrontation in Ming corridor. Although his realm was higher than that of this feather snake, the realm of ancient creatures could not be measured in popular sense. In the initial battle, he suffered a lot.

If it wasn't for this stupid plumed snake to swallow Yibao, the No.1 one, and escape, he would not choose to confront it head-on.

Along the way, he probably found four Lingbao.

Although these four spiritual treasures are not vulgar, they are dispensable to him. He has promised that when he gets the first one, he will give them to others as a reward for helping to lead the feather snake.

In the scuffle, Ning Xiaoling's eyes are always looking at the feather snake.

She found that there was something wrong with the feather snake. There was no logic in its fight. All the attacks were based on the most primitive instinct, which was not consistent with the legend of the feather snake race with high intelligence

Has it been suppressed for too long, and now this feather snake has become a walking corpse?

She was thinking about this. In the sky, the thunder exploded, and the sword light suddenly appeared like a purple electric current, falling down.

On both sides of the wall, the overflow of electric wire spider like climbing up, splashing a lot of dust.

The sword fell in the air.

That's the sword of Ming Lang.

He has been in the air for a long time. During the time when the plumed snake was crazy, he avoided the edge. Now the plumed snake shows its decline again, and his sword falls down without hesitation.

Several air currents with a purple lightning cut, the edge of the lightning, faint with the dark black.

Minglang's sword cuts off the white snake's scales, splashing a series of purple and red sparks. His body steps on the snake's body and presses it to fall down. The White Snake opens its mouth and wants to flap its wings to beat down the parasite that adheres to seven inches.

But the rest of the disciples also rushed up, they also did not hide their strength, all kinds of means were used together, the iron and steel hit the plumed snake who earned to break the seal soon, the snake feathers and broken scales splashed in the scream.

Minglang sticks the sword in its body.

The power was infused into the arm.

With a hiss, the sword fell into the flesh of the snake.

The scream of the White Snake tore the heart.

The temple trembled, and the cry of the snake's grief turned into a strong wind.

Ning Xiaoling's figure was shaken back by the swinging snake tail.

At the top, the porch has been stabbed with a sword like snake's flesh, dragging it to the side, directly cutting the feather snake's belly.

This life belonging to the descendant of the king of hell fell down like this.

The figure of Ming corridor falls to the ground.

He looked at the sword in his hand and at the huge corpse on the ground, creating an unreal feeling.

This feather snake is not very powerful. If martial uncles came, they would have killed it long ago. Why did they choose to suppress it in white snake Valley?

Xu is too old, martial uncles have forgotten about it.

After pondering for a while, he took out the sword, quenched the sharp sword Qi, cut open the belly of the feather snake, and took out the No.1 soul summoning banner from it.

This flag is quite different from those used by the swindlers in the river.

As long as it's waving, it can attract all the evil spirits within hundreds of miles, and let them follow their own instructions. At night, when the flag is flying, the wind moves and the scene is spectacular.

Ming Lang uses the sword fire to burn the disgusting mucus from the belly of those plumed snakes on the soul summoning flag.

He looked at the new flag and was relieved at last.

"Congratulations, elder martial brother Minglang." Other disciples also congratulated one after another.

There is a big ratio in Linggu, and the chief is destined to be in Minglang.

No one noticed that Ning Xiaoling was always staring at the flag, and even swallowed saliva secretly. However, Ning Xiaoling also has self-knowledge. If she wants to be the enemy of Minglang, she will give up the Lingbao she has accumulated like a squirrel. Of course, if the disciples who were robbed by her heard it, they would certainly raise angry questions about the lovely name of little squirrel. Ming Lang turned around and said, "you all have made a great contribution to this hunting. This is the spiritual treasure promised to you." He distributed four Lingbao to four disciples. The disciples said thanks. The killing of feather snakes this time should also be regarded as a great achievement. Ming Lang looked at Ning Xiaoling and said with a slight apology, "I only found four pieces. I'll go out later and find another one for you." The other disciples admired his word "only". After all, they found only five of the most in history. But Ning Xiaoling didn't feel any disobedience. She even waved her hand and comforted: "there's still midnight. Elder martial brother should be able to find some more."... " They all looked at Ning Xiaoling and thought that this little girl was really a new comer, and they didn't know how powerful she was. Ning Xiaoling realized that something was wrong. She immediately tied up some cloth bags. This bag has the function of isolating aura. The elders designed such a bag to prevent the disciples from fighting for no reason. After all, plundering is much easier than searching. Qu Wu, who was sitting on one side, also got a piece of Lingbao. He said, "I didn't do anything, but I also got one. I'm ashamed of it." Ming Corridor: "you are the most injured, you should take it." Qu Wu smiles. He suddenly looks at Ning Xiaoling, looks at the knife in her hand, and says with interest, "younger martial sister, can you show me this knife in your hand?" Ning Xiaoling said, "No." Qu Wu had no choice but to smile: "younger martial sister is too mean." Ning Xiaoling hummed a few. This is her rarest weapon now. Ning Xiaoling looked at the broken sword in his hand and felt familiar with it for no reason. She asked, "can you show me your broken sword?" Qu Wu is very generous: "certainly." Ning Xiaoling took the broken sword. She put it in her hand and looked at it for a while. She felt the gap with her fingers and gave a slight Yi. Ming Lang turned and looked at the feather snake, thinking about how to deal with its body. Ning Xiaoling's pupil shrinks... It seems that the gap can be connected with the broken sword he picked up! White Snake Valley... White Snake Valley... She recalled the battle that she had forgotten. At that time, there was a battle in the White Snake valley. Although there were traces of the battle, people disappeared without a trace, leaving only fragments of a broken sword“ Younger martial brother Qu Wu, is this the first time you have seen this feather snake? " Ning Xiaoling asked calmly. Qu Wu nodded and said, "of course, I'm even later than the two elder martial brothers." Ningxiaoling gently Oh, in the heart of a terrible idea. She slowly raised her head, hesitated for a moment, or asked: "elder martial brother, can you show me your brocade bag?" Qu Wu squinted: "brocade bag? What do you want to do with this? "“ I'm just... "Ning Xiaoling is still organizing her words. Suddenly, her face changes greatly“ Be careful Ning Xiaoling exclaimed. too late. Another hiss. Ming Lang lowered his head and saw a sword stabbing out of his chest. It was a white bone sword. Qu Wu is standing behind him. The bone sword slipped out of his sleeve.