Beyond the Divine States

Three years ago, in the autumn rain in the imperial city of the state of Zhao, Ning Xiaoling was dyed by the red tailed old prince, and entered the purple court.

When they were robbed, Ning long connected their minds with a purple gold talisman and entered Ning Xiaoling's robbery.

The snow falls on the long street, the demons cut off, the white fox sleeps, and the thunder disaster dissipates.

She flashed by the purple court and returned to the ordinary.

But in the judgment of heaven, she has entered the purple court.

A person can only experience the heart evil and thunder robberies once.

Now the spirit flag is shaking, the evil spirits are coming, and the evil spirits absorbed by Shencha are feeding herself back. She finally breaks out of the bottleneck again and enters a broader and different world.

The gathered evil spirit gave out a sharp and deep cry.

They have already lost consciousness, and now they are just the aggregation of spirit, but when they are close to Ning Xiaoling, they still feel the terror.

Qu Wu listens to the cry of the evil spirit. His scalp feels numb, and the scales on his body open together, making a noise like the collision of iron.

"I'm in purple court..."

Ning Xiaoling's words, like the murmur of a resentful person, were lingering in his ears for a long time.

He didn't know how Ning Xiaoling did it, but there was a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

This girl is not an ordinary monk at all. She is an executioner with countless blades on her back. She is an emissary of the underworld who has inherited part of the power of the underworld king.

Previously, he suppressed a big situation and failed to kill her quickly. Now Ning Xiaoling has stepped over the purple court. What should he do?

The sound of the bone burst again.

Ning Xiaoling raised his fist and smashed it against his chest.

The white scales gathered in an instant looked like a protective mirror.

Ning Xiaoling's bloody fists are solidly smashed on the scales of protecting his heart. The sound of his fists breaking armor explodes between them. The sound wave and boxing style spread rapidly in a circle. In the middle of them, the white light flashes, Qu Wu's chest armor is broken, and his body is smashed out. In a crash, Qu Wu's black wings are wide open, tearing the wind, and the rolling wind stabilizes his figure again.

He stared at the girl in the white dress in the middle of the wall with a look of horror.

Ning Xiaoling also looked at him silently. She didn't speak any more, and her breath was collected into her body.

If someone suddenly saw this scene, they would think it was a mural depicting the twilight of the gods.

The flower like girl was nailed to the wall by a bone sword. The blood fell off along the ancient stone wall and filled in the groove of the wall. A faint, yellow light fell on her body. The ghost of death came out of her hair. Her beautiful face was not in any pain. Her eyes were clear and her soft lips were still smiling, These delicate and beautiful expressions were soaked in the dirty blood. In front of her, countless evil spirits looked at her fearfully and devoutly, just like her ministers.

It's like a scene of a mural came alive.

Ning Xiaoling blows Qu Wu away with one punch. She puts her hand on the hilt and slowly pulls it out of her belly.

The blade cuts flesh and blood again.

But for those who practice Taoism, especially those who enter the purple court, except for the Qi sea, the purple court and the throat of the heart, other places are not critical.

Ning Xiaoling stopped bleeding quickly.

Slender tea arc is very small, it is almost straight blade, so now holding in the hand is more like a ruler.

"Who is the woman you said before?" Asked Ning Xiaoling.

Qu Wu looked at her deeply and asked, "do you really don't know or are you pretending to me?"

Ning Xiaoling pulled out the blade and said, "I need to pretend when I'm weak. Now my question is interrogation."

"Trial?" Qu Wu laughed: "no matter how you are, you are just a mortal. What qualifications do you have to interrogate me?"

Ning Xiaoling's figure floated out of the wall. Her hand touched her abdomen, and there was still fuzzy blood between her fingers.

"I'm at least a complete person, and you're just a defective product without body." Ning Xiaoling looked at the body of the feather snake on the ground and spoke slowly.

Qu Wu snake pupil tight MI, he clenched the bone sword in the hand, in the heart is weighing Ning Xiaoling's strength.

Ning Xiaoling first entered the purple court, how he also pressed two floors.

But he felt more and more ominous.

Ning Xiaoling's delicate body burst out of strength beyond his expectation.

The girl's figure disappeared in the same place. The next moment, the void collapsed. The scarlet light of the knife cut through the void and fell to Qu Wu's head.

Qu Wu blocked as usual, but this time he cut a gap in his hard bone sword.

All spirits retreat and disperse.

The snow-white fox held up his Dharma in the ancient temple.

It is no longer the cub in the past, but a big fox with five tails. Its tail is like a beating white fireworks, stretching slowly in the air. Ning Xiaoling's figure standing with a knife is wrapped in the shadow of the white fox.

Everyone looked up.

Because of the fog, they can't see the shape of Qingning Xiaoling at the moment, but just through the fog, their hearts feel squeezed.

The little girl covered her heart with one hand to relieve the pressure and raised her head without blinking.

In the fog, the slender blade cut out a huge light, and the decisive battle that had not been finished before opened the curtain again.

A red and a white figure collided.

At the first moment when the sword and sword collided, the whole hall began to shake.

After Ning Xiaoling stepped into the purple court, many things that she had learned in the past but had not yet had time to understand were naturally accomplished.

At the moment, she has more than one brain, and this bloody knife changes her mind unconsciously.

Along with Ning Xiaoling's entering into the purple court, the inheritance of the Chinese medicine king in the medicine king hall in the daytime naturally penetrated into her sea of knowledge.

Her body has the rudiment of medicine stove.

When the cauldron furnace is completed, she will be able to use her body as the hall of the king of medicine, just like the king of medicine, so as to truly prevent all kinds of poisons from invading and reverse life and death.

The medicine stove revolved to help her recover quickly.

The Squall in the sky became more and more violent.

The same as the purple court, but Ning Xiaoling in the successful promotion, the war situation completely reversed, her attack on Qu Wu is almost overwhelming.

She uses the sword of disaster prevention, which shows a new power in her hands.

This sword move itself is not powerful, even similar to the strength of Tianyu sword Sutra.

But this sword move is designed to deal with these Betrayers of the feather snake clan.

The feather snake clan is limited by many innate factors, and many fighting logic can't be changed. They are caught dead by this set of sword moves.

Qu Wu's moves are suppressed by Ning Xiaoling. After being stained with the blood of the feather snake, the tea becomes brighter, and the transparent blade is almost on fire.

The scales were broken, blood splashed, and the dark feathers floated down slowly.

The whistling sound of the tea breaking the wind is constantly ringing.

Ning Xiaoling's figure shuttling through the air blows out countless lights.

The repair speed of Quwu's injury can't catch up with Ning Xiaoling's damage.

He hovered in the air, his body was like a fish with a sharp side of the knife, scales peeling off, flesh and blood blurred.

"Is she dead? Are you her reincarnation Qu Wu also felt the despair that Ning Xiaoling had felt before.

Tea is too strong, for the realm of extraordinary Ning Xiaoling is even more powerful.

It has been suppressed in the White Snake Valley for so long, and has made efforts for hundreds of years. Recently, the seal was finally loosened and he was able to escape

There was nothing wrong with her plan, but she met this little girl, holding the magic sword she had coveted for many years.

Greed finally devours itself.

Ning Xiaoling listens to his question, she hits Qu Wu's shoulder with a sword, shatters his shoulder armor and pats it on the ground.

Qu Wu struggled to get up from the ground.

Ning Xiaoling holds the bone sword and falls down in the air like the gun of judgment.

This bone sword originally belonged to him, pierced the flesh and blood, cut the spine, and nailed him back to the ground.

"I'm not reincarnation." Ning Xiaoling looked at Qu Wu's twitching snake. She answered his question: "I'm Ning Xiaoling. The age of thousands of generations. "

Qu Wu holds the bone sword that pierces his chest in both hands and wants to pull it out. Ning Xiaoling has fallen in the air and stopped beside him.

"Is there anything else you haven't done?" Asked Ning Xiaoling.

Qu Wu said with a grim smile: "you dead girl... It's this time. Do you want to steal some secrets from me?"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "you gods from ancient times should be full of secrets. After so many years, don't you want to talk to someone? Don't you feel sorry to die like this? "

Qu Wu said angrily: "of course, I'm sorry. Then you'll let me go!"

Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said, "I'm definitely going to kill you. Do you like to say it or not?"

Qu Wu was shocked: "if you want to kill me, do you want me to count money for you before I die?"

But he did have a lot to say.

Ning Xiaoling's powerful sword lock had been pressed on him, and the invisible sword field spread out and enveloped them.

Ning Xiaoling holding the knife, came to him, the blade pointed to his throat.

His snake like face was ferocious and ugly.

"Last words." Ning Xiaoling road.

Qu Wu's throat gave out a cackle voice. He thought for a while and said slowly, "it's OK to tell you something... The archaic God of the beginning can't be really killed. The king of the underworld still has a way to revive. It's just that the king of the underworld after his rebirth is likely to become a puppet of some people."

"Some people? Who is it? " Asked Ning Xiaoling.

Qu Wu said: "Why are you so stupid at this time? Of course, it's the people who come back to life... It's ridiculous that the most powerful creature in the world will one day become a killing weapon in the hands of others, ha ha... "

Qu Wu's laughter in the ancient palace with a full of bloody smell of the wind.

Ning Xiaoling asked: "who wants to revive it? The woman you're talking about? "

"Well." Qu Wu nodded.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know what kind of identity she is playing in Youming daolingzong now, but her past name is..." Qu Wu snake pupil narrowed up, fell into memory, and slowly said: "Mu Lingtong."

"Mu Ling Tong?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly puzzled. She had never heard of the name.

Qu Wu said nothing.

Ning Xiaoling frowned and said, "have you finished your last words?"

"Yes..." Qu Wu opened his mouth slowly. Then, his pupils suddenly widened, and his strong arm meridians suddenly burst out. All the strength he had accumulated before was exhausted at this moment.

His body completely snake, only a pair of arms like a knife toward Ning Xiaoling stab.

This is Qu Wu's last fight.

The hall shook and the gravel rained down.

Ning Xiaoling even has expectations, but she still can't avoid Qu Wu's sudden attack.

Her body was pulled up by the plumed snake, and the tail of the snake was twisted tightly.

Feather snake with her rushed up, as if to die together.

Ning Xiaoling is not alarmed.

The boa constrictor killed her prey by hanging, but at the moment its strength was not enough to crush Ning Xiaoling's bones, and even her breathing rate could not be changed.

At the time of takeoff, Ning Xiaoling stabbed the blood burning tea into its very long neck, and the spine was broken. With the rotation of her arm, the blade cut the skin and flesh of the feather snake, and the splashed blood separated in front of her.

The speed of the giant snake's ascent is much faster.

Ning Xiaoling jumped out of the snake and stabbed the knife into its jaw again.

There is no doubt that the feather snake will die.

Before he died, Qu Wu gave out his last sharp laugh: "Mingjun and tianzang, they are not immortal enemies as the legend says. There was another person who fought with tianzang in the beginning..."

This is the last secret it says.

The higher the level of the secret, the more shocking it is.

But Ning Xiaoling is indifferent. She just vaguely knows that Mingjun and tianzang are two archaic gods.

And there's another way of saying it in the world.

Anyone who hears the secret of the God will be punished by the God. The bigger the secret, the heavier the punishment.

Qu Wu told the secret, so he faced death.

Its final secret is to tell Ning Xiaoling with the Juyin line, so that no one can share the punishment for her.

In the end, Ning Xiaoling cut off his head cleanly.

The head was forced to take off, crashed into the ceiling, and the body fell off and fell to the ground again.

The body was separated.

The feather snake died completely.

Its body dissipated with the huge, walking corpse.

Ning Xiaoling stood in the same place with a long knife, feeling disappointed in her heart.

Everyone in the room looked at her.

"Younger martial sister Xiaoling..."

They all saw the bloody scene, which was close to the chaos of ghosts and gods.

They can't even tell at the moment whether the girl with messy hair and full of human blood and snake blood is a human or a demon.

Ning Xiaoling's body shakes. She stands on the help of a knife and uses the heart formula of the medicine king to heal herself quickly.

"It's dead, don't worry." Ning Xiaoling said.

The little girl fell to the ground. Looking at Ning Xiaoling's figure, she burst into tears: "elder martial sister Xiaoling is so handsome..."

Ning Xiaoling just vaguely heard her shouting to pull out the flag and praised: "you've done a good job."

The little girl was worried that she had used the flag carelessly before and was punished in the autumn. Now she was relieved: "my name is Yan Yuan. Thank you for saving my life!"

Voice just fell, her three elder martial brothers also saluted together: "thank you for saving my life."

From this moment on, Ning Xiaoling is their elder martial sister.

Even the Ming corridor, after seeing the scene of Shura drinking blood just now, was convinced.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Ning Xiaoling waves her hand.

Their faces were slightly strange.

Ming Lang sat on his knees. He looked at the pitted ground and said, "we'd better tell martial uncle about it as soon as possible."

Ning Xiaoling said, "well, you should promise me that my swordsmanship should be kept secret. As for why I didn't cross the purple court, I'll explain it to my martial uncles."

Another elder martial brother said hurriedly, "we will keep a secret for younger martial sister."

Ning Xiaoling nodded.

The main hall began to collapse.

Yan Yuan panicked: "let's go quickly. If we don't go, we will be buried with the snake."

"You go first." Ning Xiaoling said as she moved Lingli to pull down the hall which was about to collapse, and then dug out a wrinkled cloth belt from the gravel in the corner.

She picked up the Lingbao scattered on the ground and put them back into the cloth bag one by one.

She's been fighting monsters all day

How could she have the heart to see them buried in the ashes.

Ning Xiaoling swept by like a cloud.

Several elder martial brothers were stunned. Compared with why Ning Xiaoling didn't have to rob, it was the most incredible thing that she could find so many things in the valley.

When the prohibition of Naihe bridge was lifted, the main hall was about to collapse, and the wrinkled cloth bags were full again.

They wanted to escape, but they didn't have to.

The sky falls into the canyon.

Linggu Dabi is over, and the transmission brocade bag is all effective.

When the time came, they appeared outside the spirit valley together with Lingbao.

The old and middle-aged men who were in charge of Linggu Dabi were watching them enter.

The old man's name is Zhu Ding, and the middle-aged man's name is Jiang Xian.

At the end of the spiritual Valley contest, more than ten practitioners present are the last ones. They can not only get the spiritual treasures they have collected, but also get extra rewards according to their ranking.

Jiang Xian looked at more than ten dusty teenagers and girls.

Soon, he noticed the chest injury in Ming Lang.

The location of the injury

Purple court!

Jiang Xian was shocked and speechless. He couldn't understand what could hurt the Ming corridor in the Spirit Valley.

The old man Zhu Ding also saw his injury. He guessed that something big had happened in the Spirit Valley and planned to ask slowly after the ranking.

They didn't notice that except for Ming Lang and his four disciples, the other disciples looked at Ning Xiaoling with hostility and resentment.

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head in embarrassment.

Counting up, she also went all over the canyon and basically robbed all the disciples she met.

Of course, the way of ranking is very simple.

Zhu Ding took a look.

When he left, Ming Lang held the flag, which was regarded as the one who got the flag.

"Ming Lang won the first place." Jiang Xianxuan preached.

This is not unexpected.

But Ming Lang's face changed. He looked at the flag and said, "Ming Lang is ashamed to receive it. This spiritual treasure should be given to younger martial sister... It just ended in a hurry and could not be in time."

"Well?" Zhu Ding frowned.

Other people's focus is on "younger martial sister".

Ming Lang, as a recognized young disciple of shimai, actually called a younger martial sister as his elder martial sister. The strangest thing is that several people next to him didn't think it was wrong. On the contrary, they said, "younger martial sister is very kind to us. Without her, all of us would be buried in the Jedi..."

Zhu Ding looks at Ming Lang's injury and listens to their words. He finds that this matter is perhaps more complicated than he imagined.

Zhu Ding brows suddenly tight, said: "after the merits and demerits of the reward and punishment to discuss, first according to the rules."

The rest of the disciples still had something to say, but Zhu Ding interrupted them and said, "Whoever has the flag is the leader, no doubt. The rest... En? What's your opinion, Ning Xiaoling? "

Ning Xiaoling raised her hand.

She came out of the crowd and said, "martial uncle, can a soul summoning flag equal all the other Lingbao?"

Zhu Ding shook his head and said, "of course it can't. according to the rules, the first Lingbao can cover more than 20 pieces, but the rules are settled. No one can find 20 pieces..."

The old man's words gradually stopped.

Ning Xiaoling untied the cloth belt on his back.

The bag was bulging to the point of bursting.

"This..." Jiang Xian saw the corner of the bag and felt that he was dreaming.

The bag is full of all kinds of spiritual treasures.

"Time is not enough, just find so many..." Ning Xiaoling some regret way.

If it wasn't for the big snake, she would be able to search in the mountains again.

"That's it? Just... "

Jiang Xian looked at the Lingbao piled up on the ground. He knew that the elder could not lose his temper in front of the younger generation, but he still didn't hold his emotions. He kept shaking his head while looking at Lingbao and martial uncle.

Zhu Ding was equally surprised.

Previously, he still lamented that when he was young, he found five precious spiritual treasures, which is not much to say, but hundreds of years later, no young man could break his record.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he is in charge of Dabi of Linggu and deliberately increases the difficulty.

It's a matter of gratitude for a disciple to find one.

These

Zhu Ding didn't expect that his old life would be impacted by this.

He stroked his beard, took out the almost as new book and handed it to Jiang Xian, asking him to help him find out the specific rules of Linggu Dabi.

The rest of the disciples looked at the pile of Lingbao. They were shocked and looked for their own share.

Ning Xiaoling stood on one side in a fierce manner.

Jiang Xian began to count and calculate the final total score according to the grade. The rule that the first one can be worth more than 20 ordinary ones was decided by my martial uncle at will, which is convenient and labor-saving. Because this rule is no different from the one who gets the first Lingbao. But... Jiang Xian checked it for a while, and finally sighed: "the first one is the Ming corridor. Although these spiritual treasures are very precious, it's a pity that they are still a little short of the memorial flag. If you can find one more, you can create a miracle..." "isn't that enough?" Ning Xiaoling was also surprised. Jiang Xian handed the pamphlet to him: "if you don't believe it, you can count it yourself." Ningxiaoling where calculate clear, she frowned: "really only one?"“ Yes Jiang Xian nodded. Ning Xiaoling put her hand behind her head and pulled the messy long hair to the front. She followed the memory and groped for a hairpin. At that time, when she picked up the hairpin, she despised its low grade and put it into her hair. She put the hairpin on the mountain like Lingbao. It's like a spire. There was silence. Jiang Xian and Zhu Ding looked at each other. This little girl is not that they all think that they should gather up a number of people and keep some dignity of the Royal spirit. How... The old man kept twirling his beard. Every time he finished twirling, he could get a few more broken whiskers on his hand. When Ning Xiaoling took out the last hairpin, he had little left. This son is so terrible... This is the only idea of the old man. Jiang Xian looked at her and thought that all the wooden cards that had been used to congratulate Ming Lang for winning the first place had been made, but now they seem to have been smashed and replaced with new ones. Jiang Xian closed the book. He looked around, opened his mouth slowly, and announced: "the leader of this Linggu contest is..." by the way... What's the little girl's name“ What's your name? " Before she came out of the secluded Pavilion, Jiang Xian didn't pay much attention to her. Now she found that she didn't even know her name. It's really out of sight... Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "my name is Ning Xiaoling, the age of thousands of generations." After that, she added: "my elder martial brother's name is Ning Changjiu. He looks at Jiusheng for a long time."（ I got home very late today. I'm so tired that I can't get home in the early morning. Try to resume the double watchmen tomorrow ~ (thank you for your reward! Thank you for your reward! Thank you for your support. Happy National Day