Beyond the Divine States

"This peak is Tongjie peak, which is the second highest peak in Southwest China. A thousand years ago, a fox with seven tricks escaped here. She did not expect that this peak is a cliff peak, and the accumulated thunder has turned into a pool, which is hard to cross. And the God who chased her had been waiting here for a long time, and the God locked her with iron chains. After that, Tian Hu's tail was cut off, her soul was stripped, her bones were melted, her body was cut open, and so on

Under the towering and boundless peak, the man in the silver gray robe of gold God is half floating outside the mountain wall, and his body is shining with gold in his clothes.

He pointed to the mountain and continued: "this is the Holy Blood Stone, which was stained by the blood of the Nine Tailed Fox at that time. At that time, the Nine Tailed Fox had already reached the top of five roads. After swallowing the heart of seven skilful skills, her cultivation went further. She only needed to complete the ceremony, and then she could enter one of the three places of legend, and ascend to the top of the road..."

After the robe, under the peak of Tongjie, the simang of the fox mask stands quietly.

The light from the sea of clouds falls on her dark robe, and the wind that lingers in the valley all the year round blows her skirt and hair,

She was wearing elegant and pure embroidered shoes, and the light grass didn't cover her slender ankles.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, and looked at the man in the divine robe floating in the sky. The black sword on her back was shining with steel, shaking slightly.

The long and straight sword slanted out from the right shoulder, passed through the beautiful jade back, and gently stuck to the hip tip.

Siming looked at him and asked, "do you think I'm a fox demon?"

God robed man gently shook his head: "it's just lamenting that fate is similar. Luoshulou chased you for two months, and wasted a sword of Zhenxian. Now you've escaped here, which is very similar to the original Nine Tailed Fox. "

Si Ming sighed, "yes. It's just that the one who chased and executed the Nine Tailed Fox was a divine official under one God. You are far inferior to her. "

God robe man did not deny, said: "well, but you are just the first five, also can't compare with that fox."

After the mask, simang's lips are gently raised. In the cold eyes, Qin Ran's smile is like the faint wind.

Siming said: "I know you luoshulou want to revive a God, I don't care."

"What are you doing?" the man asked? Come and get that legendary heart locked in tongjiefeng? "

Simang said with a faint smile: "that seven tips exquisite heart has long been taken away."

The God robed man didn't know whether what she said was true or not, and said, "I'm very curious. Why do you suddenly appear on the Middle Earth? Are you a member of the old generation, who was shut down by huandian sect or Guling sect? If so, I can really consider letting you live. "

Siming shook his head gently.

The divine breath of the man in the robe is more indifferent.

"I'm really a member of the ancestral generation..." Siming gently pulled out the black sword behind me. The sword slowly slid out against the skin and looked like water: "but I'm not the ancestor of a certain sect, but all of you."

The moment the black sword pulled away from his back, the whole Tongjie peak was dark.

Shenpao man looked at her quietly, he said: "no matter who you are, you can't escape as a person of the five beginners, though you can't escape from the cliff and the three sides of Leichi."

"Well." "So I chose this place, because... There is no one here to save you," he said

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"Arrogance

The man in the robe also drew his sword.

It's a sword made of stone. There are faint traces in the body of the sword, like red and gold ancient characters.

The whirling wind in Tongjie peak is absorbed by their swords, forming two huge wind eyes that compete with each other.

Broken stone and broken wood were pulled up by the strong wind, twisted with each other, and instantly rolled into vermicelli, pulling into a ring of strips.

"Learn from the eighth floor master, let me see what the second person's realm of luoshulou is like." Simang's words were cold. She walked slowly in the strong wind, her black robe was flying, her steps were calm, and her sword spirit was climbing with her steps.

The eighth floor master took off his divine robe, revealing his inhuman body.

The golden talisman like body is full of color and dignity.

"Lin ti... Long time no see." Simang said with a faint smile.

Lin body is one of the highest gifts given by gods to human beings, and it is a semi God body close to immortality and immortality.

The owner of shenlou on the fourth floor is also regarded as a historiographer.

The eighth floor master was slightly puzzled. He didn't expect that this woman was so knowledgeable.

He looked more serious.

He originally wanted to fight with a sword to break her moves, and then cut off her head.

But now he changed his mind.

He guarded the sword in front of him, spread out the golden ancient writing field, and turned it into an absolutely round sphere, covering his whole body.

Si Ming's ice eyes narrowed, and the dancing ice silver hair was suddenly quiet.

The wind in the valley also stops strangely.

As if time had come here and stopped its pace.

On Tongjie peak, the word "Tongtian cliff" is very red.

This is the field of time.

But it doesn't affect the eighth floor owners.

His body is shrouded in the golden ancient prose - it belongs to his own field, and simang can't invade.

It's the beginning of a showdown that can be called the peak in China.

In Siming's white hand, the black ancient sword is like a commandment. When she holds the sword, her figure and shadow cover the whole mountain. These shadows are various black phantoms, but each handle has a real and terrible sword meaning.

The eighth floor master didn't search for her sword envoy. He also held the sword and waved it solemnly like a ceremony.

Tens of thousands of phantom swords point to the center.

Ten thousand swords are like a dynasty.

This graceful and beautiful woman, from the moment she draws her sword, seems to have turned into a devil walking alone in the world.

Leichi is surging, the rocks are cracking, and the sword like ants are attached to the golden ancient prose of the eighth floor master.

Like water poured into the hot iron pot, hissing rapidly.

In the field wrapped by the meaning of Siming sword, the continuous string of golden ancient prose is like a beam of light breaking through the clouds, which cuts to a certain position in the void.

Simang, who was silent and hidden in the void, was photographed.

The golden light turned into the appearance of the eighth floor master. He held the sword high in both hands, but this action was fake. At the same time, the Qi of the sword fell to the top of Siming's head.

Siming wrapped himself with time and power, and the sword spirit was slowly released dozens of times in her eyes. She twinkled behind the eighth floor master and stabbed back with the sword in her backhand.

The point of the sword is his heart.

Zheng!

The golden ancient prose condenses into armor.

If the blade of the black sword is submerged in it, it will be hard to go deep into it.

Where the sword pierces, the ancient characters are like a golden cicada. They climb up along the sword, trying to lock her up completely.

Siming's face remained unchanged. She began to dance in her black robe, and her other hand came slowly with a light continuous shadow, pressing it on one end of the hilt.

An unprecedented wind suddenly blew up.

This is the wind of time.

Ancient Chinese characters are blown by the wind of time. It seems that they have gone through countless years, from obscure to hieroglyphic, and then from hieroglyphic to simple. The strokes are less and less, and finally they are eliminated in the long river of time.

The point of the sword pierced the field of the eighth floor master.

The main look of the eighth floor changed slightly.

They had guessed the power of the mysterious woman.

They originally thought that what she had would be one of "Twilight" or "decline", but they never thought that what she had was time... The laws above the elements are the power that real gods are worthy of.

Who on earth is she?

After all, the main realm of the eighth floor is better. After a little bit of immersion in the body of the unicorn, the pattern of the unicorn on his back turns into a real image of the beast and pours at Siming.

Siming drew his sword, and his figure drifted back. In a twinkling of an eye, he was close to the cliff of Tongjie peak.

The Lin body of the eighth floor master ignited the flames of nothingness, which burned the ghost sword entangled by simang. On his side, four golden sword lights attacked the direction of simang.

The figure of simang continued to retreat and merged into Tongjie peak.

The eighth floor master looks suspicious, and the shadow does not enter the peak? Does she still have the power in the territory?

But this is just a fake action. Instead of integrating into the mountain, Siming opens an invisible void behind her. She escapes into the void, and then pierces the darkness with the tip of her sword and appears behind the eighth floor master.

The eighth floor master didn't move, but the half god Lin body was aware of it.

The giant unicorn's Dharma body is flowing with golden light. It walks in the void, with a slim figure and hidden hostility. The horns of this giant Unicorn extend backward like a crown, and it is as majestic as a king who controls all animals.

Siming looked at it and sighed: "the existence that used to be called with cologne, now can only rely on human body to survive like a parasite?"

The eighth floor master turned around, looked at the silver haired woman confronting the golden unicorn, and said, "it seems that you are indeed the incarnation of an ancient god who has survived so far."

"Ancient god?" Simang cold words with pride: "in addition to the twelve in the sky, the rest are just inferior, struggling losers."

The golden light in the main pupil of the eighth floor is suddenly strong.

It was one of the most arrogant words he had ever heard in his life.

"I'm more and more curious about your identity." As the eighth floor master said, he slowly raised his sword.

The moment the sword fell, the eighth floor master and Qilin exchanged directions.

Kirin's claws turned into a sword.

There was no light or sound in this sword.

It's like water dripping into a bottomless hole, and the process is pulled infinitely long.

As the sword fell, a black plane spread out between them.

Simang is awe inspiring, her divine consciousness unfolds, and she precisely locks the sword. At the same time, she steps on the void to face the sword.

The power of time also spread out on the surface of the black sword, flowing with an all embracing look.

In the realm of five ways, power collides.

the earth trembled and the mountains swayed.

The thunder pool on Tongjie peak shakes, and they flow down the cliff like a waterfall.

Huge cracks also appeared on the cliff, and all around, tangible or intangible, were trampled and torn to pieces, resulting in the final extinction.

If there is a world around Tongjie peak valley, then the world is facing the end of collapse of mountains and rivers, the death of creatures and the death of all things. In the end, everything is crying out in despair.

"The power of eternal night?" Simang's sword fell into the unfolding night, unable to penetrate.

She can draw back the sword.

But she did a move that surprised the eighth floor owners - she stepped on the void and went into the field of eternal night.

The interior of the night is not flat.

After the body shape of simang plunges into it, it is more like immersion in a vast sea or nihilistic universe, boundless and endless.

Siming looked at the vast dark paint, indifferent.

"Into the net?" The eighth floor master looked slightly different. He was forced to use power ahead of time. Originally, he handed over a card, which only played a defensive role.

But this woman is too big to dare to walk into her own eternal night

The Lord of the eighth floor looked at the night under him with an indifferent look.

In that case... Let her live and die in the eternal night.

In the legend, in addition to the long dead candle dragon, the only one who can tear up the eternal night is Jinwu, which only exists in the myth. But that kind of creature disappeared more than 2000 years ago. How can she tear up the night?

Time is boundless, but the night is endless.

Even if she ran out of power, it would never end.

……

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Ancient lingzong, a vein of imperial spirit, wooden hall.

"The emperor is not in the palace..."

These four words linger in Ning Xiaoling's mind, and she can't get rid of them. She looks at the fading sky outside. The vision of the previous dusk has faded with the real dusk, and everything seems to return to peace, but she feels more and more uneasy.

The fish King understood their previous conversation and felt uneasy.

At that time, the old woman who was the leader of the clan lived to the present. She went deep into the underworld, not only did not die, but also won the reputation of "emperor". Now, she has set up a complicated situation, which almost cheated everyone. No one can guess the real purpose of this situation.

This kind of feeling is the most uncomfortable.

This old woman... Fish king thought about it and found that she seemed to be a little older.

Alas, the older you get, the more afraid you are of death.

It now only hopes that Ning Xiaoling can stay away from the center of the dispute and not harm himself.

But Ning Xiaoling seems to have a strong interest in this matter.

"Listen, you say the emperor is not in the temple, where can she go?" Ning Xiaoling asked seriously.

The king of fish opened his eyes like salted fish and gave a cry.

It is ready to run away from home.

At first, he thought it was good to listen to the name, but now the more he thought about it, the more unlucky he felt. After all, this is not a position in the sun.

Ning Xiaoling wants to understand a lot of things.

"It's no wonder that the White Snake broke away from the seal at this time. It said that it was the woman who sealed it. Now Mu Lingtong finally left, so the seal of the White Snake was loose, and it had a chance to escape." Ning Xiaoling's mind, the context of things and a complete point.

"This may be the negligence of Mu Lingtong!" Ning Xiaoling firmly said: "no matter how fierce a mortal is, she can't count everything. Maybe she forgot that white snake Valley suppressed a snake, or thought it would not affect her own situation, so she didn't pay attention to it, but..."

But that accident happened to meet her, and she realized the sword of disaster by chance! Not only that, she also sorted out a lot of things along the vein.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. He is proud that he has seen through the plot of Mu Lingtong.

But what can she do when the huge undercurrent surges in the shadow?

……

Ning Xiaoling's words also make Zhu Ding's mood turn up a terrible wave.

He thought that he would die peacefully, but it was destined to be an unsettled evening.

Finally, he made up his mind to go to Jiuyou hall.

He wanted to see the Lord himself.

Zhu Ding's sword crossed the peak and soon came to the outside of Jiuyou hall.

He has a high level and is also a senior uncle in the clan. No one will stop him.

But another elder of the peak of the purple court is on the way.

"Good luck? What are you doing here if you don't stay in your Lingge? " Asked the elder.

Zhu Ding said, "I'm going to see the Lord. If you have something urgent to discuss, don't stop me."

The elder shook his head and said, "not today."

"Why?"

"Jiuyou hall has been closed."

"Fengdian? Who gave the order? "

"The order of the Lord himself."

Zhu Ding is shocked. Ning Xiaoling's words are entangled with some guesses in his heart. This is the most wavering time in his mind since he entered the Tao.

He steadfastly asked, "what does the Lord do with this order?"

The elder said, "I don't know. I'm only responsible for guarding the temple."

Zhu Ding looks at Jiuyou hall with strange beauty in the evening, and his face is heavy.

The remains of the underworld are in his royal highness Jiuyou.

He felt fear, as if the next moment, Jiuyou hall will light up the red lotus fire of hell, and then cover all the ten veins.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen.

The evening is quiet and covers the world.

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It's dusk, but it's endless night in simang's eyes.

In this dark night, she met many people.

Those are the people in her life, many of whom she can't remember at all.

But the consciousness hidden in her heart still remembers and reflects these to the night.

Siming, holding the black sword, walked in the eternal night, cutting off the people who appeared in his heart one by one.

The more you go forward, the clearer the faces are.

Her step is slower and slower, and the sword is harder and harder to kill.

She saw the demons she had killed, Yechu and even the God.

God is shrouded in a mysterious fog, unable to see his face clearly.

She walked on step by step.

A young man in white stood in the void, folded his sleeves with both hands, and gave her a smile.

Siming stopped for a while. She looked at him with a smile on her face.

The night is long.

If it is said that the heart evil robbery is the one of Ziting, then the eternal night is the one of all practitioners.

And the robbery can't be broken.

Because in the eternal night, no matter how many demons you cut off, it will not help... Only you are the only living person here, so you can break through the robbery only by conquering yourself.

Suicide is the only solution.

After a long time, Siming chopped Ning long away with his sword, and then watched the figure of the boy in white disappear.

She went on.

At the end of the eternal night, she is the biggest devil in her heart.

It was a woman in white who couldn't see her face clearly. She was confused in the night, like a bright moon.

Many, many years ago, she witnessed that scene with her own eyes - the woman cut off the head of the LORD with a sword of moonlight.

He was killed by one blow, so he could not be saved by infinity.

Lord, it's heaven.

At that moment, heaven and her heart collapsed together.

"Alas..."

In the eternal night, simang's sigh came out gently. She looked at the woman in white and spoke slowly:

"They always believe in that ridiculous idea as human beings... In fact, how easy it is to defeat themselves. What I really can't beat... Has always been you. "

The wind blows in the night.

The shape of Siming Mountain's undulating almost perfect figure in the eternal night.

It's moonlight that outlines her.

A moonfinch flew into the sky.

Under the foot of the eighth floor master, the wind suddenly turned.

Yongye tears a hole.

In the crevice, the moon sparrow dances wonderfully, and the destiny goes up against the sky.

The eighth floor master waved his sword to block it.

Time goes back.

Back in the middle of his blocked gesture.

The sword pierced the defense, hit him in the chest and went up against him.

The peak rocks were broken and collapsed, and the thunder pools exploded one by one.

There are transverse cracks between the sword tip and the body.

The eighth floor master couldn't figure out how she broke the eternal night.

All of a sudden, he didn't have time to calculate her moves. After the time reversal, he was stabbed by the black sword and took off.

He still doesn't feel like he's going to lose.

The golden unicorn emerged from its back, stretching out its bones and body shape.

Siming bingmou stares at it.

What shocked the eighth floor owner happened again.

When simang stares at it, the proud Jin Qilin dare not move!

"Blood pressure!" The eighth floor master shocked: "who are you? Who the hell are you

After stepping into the five ways, simang's time field has changed a lot.

When the idea moves, the field starts again. The immortal body of the eighth floor master was contained, and it began to grow old with naked eyes“ I've said for a long time that the Nine Tailed Fox was a divine official, and you're not as good as her. " With the aging of the eighth floor master Lin's body, simang's sword bit by bit pierced his body. The eighth floor master's spiritual power, Taoism and power were crushed to death. Simang sighed, "I am her." The eighth floor master stares big eyes, can't believe her words“ How... How is it possible? " His pupils are gradually collapsing. Simang walked through the clouds, remembering the past and smiling. At the beginning, she chased and killed the fox who had eaten the heart of the sage. At this point, she killed it and put her body in Tongjie peak. Later, she gave her teacher Yechu the seven tips and exquisite heart. Then Yechu died. This precious heart was given to the damned boy in white. He's no longer a saint after eating this heart. Alas, it's a waste of a saint's heart... Simang broke through the sea of clouds and rushed to the cold high altitude. Dusk is over. In the moonlight of the night sky, the vast sea of clouds bathes in the moonlight, like a dreamy, silver gray world. Sword light and moon arc in the sky. The main body of the eighth floor is separated, and the soul is scattered, falling into the sea of clouds. The light of the sword will last for a long time. So there are two curved moons in the sky. The woman with black robes and silver hair stands in the dreamlike sea of clouds, in the secluded world, and the two slender moons are like her eyebrows After a long time, simang broke through the clouds, and her figure escaped into the void, and went to the direction of luoshulou At the same time, Haiguo, Caijun fairy palace. After experiencing a lot of resistance, the dragon mother was finally cut open by the seventh floor master. Eight masters of luoshulou hold one end of the chain. A gorgeous dress of the dragon mother has become the prisoner of the next stage, her tall and graceful body is tightened by the fairy chain, her face is all red, and the weakness between the eyebrows is lovable“ You... Why don't you let me go? " Dragon mother raised her head, tears streaming down: "Luo cangsu, he does not read so old love?" The seventh floor owner said calmly: "it was the empress who chose the wrong way. No wonder others." The dragon mother said, "then I will be the container of the great God of heaven..." "this is a foregone conclusion." The seventh floor master said, "let the gods live for you." The eight immortals chain tightened, her body almost burst, and she gave out a sad cry. The cry of the peerless beauty reverberates over the sea. People who don't know it just think it's mermaid's night cry（ Thank you for your support!)