Beyond the Divine States

"I'm the master of purgatory, the orphan of the remnant country, the master of the dark sea, and the helmsman of Jiuyou underworld... Do you know what you're doing to me? This is blasphemy! Those who blaspheme the gods will eventually fall into the depths of hell. They will be destroyed and plundered forever

The girl was pressed on the throne by the golden Shura, her roar echoed in the hell hall, and the huge white bones behind her also wriggled.

It felt the girl's anger, opened the conical mouth full of hook shaped sharp teeth, and made a deafening sound.

Shura raised his head and his eyes were angry. He looked at each other and roared like a lion.

Shura is terrible, so is the bone snake.

"If the blasphemers would be punished to death by heaven, then those sitting on the seats of the Twelve Gods should have been attacked by the way of heaven." Rather long light mouth.

Shura oppressed her.

Every time the girl spills a wisp of the nether world, she will be mercilessly outstretched by Shura, and directly snuffed out and scattered.

The girl was struggling. She was thinking about whether to mobilize the power of the whole nether world to resist... After all, in addition to the way to escape from heaven, there were many unknown mysteries hidden in her mind.

If these secrets were violated, she would really try her best to kill this blasphemous young man.

But exploring the secret of her heart is one of the purposes of Ning long.

This young girl calls herself king of the nether world II. Whether it's true or not, she is the one who gets the ancient inheritance of the king of the nether world and sits on the throne of the nether world. In her mind, she should have inherited a lot of secret memories about Taichu gods.

She's like a living history book.

Among them, the past can complement what Luo saw and heard in the book, so that he can see the reality of the world more clearly.

The king of fish stares there with a red face and heart beating, listening to the roar of the confrontation between the white bone feather snake and the golden body Shura. He thinks that he has lived for thousands of years and has seen many big scenes. He has seen many people who dare to kill gods, but this is really the first time.

It took a look at Ning Xiaoling next to her and thought that she was still a child. If she woke up and knocked her out again, she could not see such a picture.

"You... Let go..." the girl's dark pupil was permeated by the golden light, and her words were difficult.

I'd rather not say a word.

The golden pattern in his eyebrow, like the eye of heaven, had already penetrated her sea of knowledge and began to search for useful information.

One picture after another enters the eye.

"Am I the daughter of King Ming, or am I King Ming? If it is the former, then I am not an orphan? If it's the latter, am I a man or a woman? Well, it's so annoying. "

In the sea of knowledge, a girl created by the underworld holds her knees in the throne and ponders over her origin.

"I don't remember anything, but it doesn't matter. There are still many books in the hall. I should be able to understand a lot of things after reading them!"

"Illiterate..."

"It's OK. You can learn it slowly. There's plenty of time!"

"What should I wear? The white one seems very beautiful, but the black one is more beautiful... Alas, no one can see it anyway. What's the difference? How about men's clothes... Men's clothes... Well, I must be the daughter of Ming Jun. I can't accept wearing such ugly clothes in my last life! "

The girl sat in front of a mirror that almost filled the whole wall, took off the men's cloth and transformed it into a beautiful skirt. The snow-white legs were covered with broken cloth.

"It's so lonely."

"The count of one day is too short. There are 540000 days to the end of the day... 540000... Well, count 100 days as one day, so there are only 5400 days to the end of the day!"

"It's still long..."

"Come on."

The girl sat in front of the empty hall, chin propped, lonely looking at the edge of imagination can not extend to.

"No, I can't be so depressed. I want to understand these words and start reading! Well... Tomorrow. "

One hundred days later

"I'm in a bad mood today, starting tomorrow."

Another day has passed.

She didn't know who set the stone for the end of the day. What's the good notice for the distant days? It's so boring.

It's a boring world.

How lonely... Who will play with me

"Which comes first, doomsday or friends?"

She took up her pen and wrote down this sentence on the ground with the words she had understood for the first time.

She stared at it for a long time with admiration. I think that my previous life is worthy of being a poet, and this life is better than others.

"Oh, it's so boring. Give yourself a husband!" The girl was filled with the wisdom of her own ideas.

She began to pinch people with her ghost.

Pinching, pinching, she was silent.

What should a man look like?

She kneaded her soul like a dough and pinched her face. When she came under her neck, she couldn't start. She stripped as like as two peas and then looked at herself in front of the big mirror.

She didn't feel anything wrong. After all, her husband must be the most beautiful in the world. And she is the best one she knows. It's always right to knead her own way!

The more she looked, the more satisfied she was, and she even had the impulse to mass produce.

At that time, the long silence of the dark sea finally revived, countless souls into this lonely country.

The scene of that day is always imprinted in my mind - the sky over the land is black sea, and the sea has broken one hole after another. As the book says, the word "rainstorm" finally reveals its true appearance. The soul is a dark School of fish, falling down from the sky and the sea, vast and magnificent. They come from nowhere, like rootless water washing on the ground, and bring sad life to the lonely underworld with the despair of death.

She finally had her own people.

……

Ning has been looking at the picture of her understanding the sea for a long time.

Thousands of years.

After that black rainstorm, the well of foetal spirit in the underworld was nourished again and began to breed native creatures.

The girl is happy and afraid.

She learned what the outside world looked like from some weak foreign souls.

She began to look forward to it.

She went to the underworld, called herself the king of the underworld, and began to rule her own country - a time when she was most worried.

For nearly a thousand years, young girls have no idea what cultivation is, only some innate powers.

During the day, she used these powers to frighten the ghosts, and at night, she practiced harder than ever before, and gradually became more powerful.

Before Ning long came, the girl once felt that she was already very powerful. She even thought that if the king of hell had such a powerful mind, she would not have come to such an end.

Today, she knows that... It's just that the underworld is broken, so the spirits are too weak. She has the blessing of the underworld, so she is invincible.

Until today, in the harmonious and warm underworld, she was beaten by the stranger.

The girl's slender hands seemed to break when she twisted them, and her body struggled like a feather snake. That pair of black pupils polluted by the golden light staring at the young man in front of him, indignant and angry... Well, they look pretty... No! What am I thinking!

The girl was sad. She knew that as long as she had gone through these superficial memories, she would see the secret of prying into the depths.

"If you dare to look down again..." she said with difficulty, "I will never let you go!"

Looking at her lonely life for a long time, Ning can't help thinking of the quiet years of cultivation in her previous life.

The girl's sudden threat brought back some of his thoughts. He recovered from his loss and realized that he might soon touch her real secret.

A girl's consciousness is a sea.

His pupil is a golden black across the sea.

In the deep sea, scenes are illuminated one after another.

"It is impossible for man to imagine a world without boundaries, so does the spirit used for imagination have boundaries? If there is a boundary in the spiritual world, how can I cross it? "

As time went on, what she thought became more and more profound.

Under the underworld, the soul is constantly flowing, so the figure of her high seat in the underworld hall becomes more and more lonely.

"This count... Is not quite right." The girl looked at the stone tablet and used her authority to change 100 back to one again. The counting unit on the stone tablet changed, and the measurement of time expanded instantly.

It's 180000 days before the end.

"The end is coming. Who can help me?"

Her mood is different from that of the past.

Then, the dark sea, which had been silent for thousands of years, finally opened. A graceful figure, like a sinking ship in the sea, slowly fell from the dark sea.

The girl watched her fall.

Doomsday and friends, the latter comes first

Ning can feel the fluctuation of her mood for a long time - like a delicate flower in the dark.

Behind the memory buried in the deeper, like secret, unknown.

The girl who was pressed on the throne by Shura had a boundless intention of killing in her dark eyes.

Ning long understood.

Then there is her inviolable secret.

What falls from the sea of darkness is mu Lingtong, who enters the underworld by mistake. I think she took Mu Lingtong as a friend and told her many things about God, including the way to leave the temple of hell.

The fish king looked at them seriously for a long time.

Does foreplay take so long... You really deserve your name!

Ning long-term concentration, the shape of a golden arrow of consciousness into the depths of the girl's knowledge of the sea, the girl body ups and downs, a light chant.

Her most secret and least wanted to be known picture is illuminated by the golden light, like the sky behind the clouds.

The girl clenched her lips, and the thin blood overflowed from her tender lips.

Her body began to shudder, and the blood light of the knife in her hands became more intense.

He... He saw it all

She felt dizzy.

Ning was silent for a long time.

So... The secret she said was this.

Ning long looked at the weak, seriously injured wood Ling pupil was taken in by her, as a friend.

It was the happiest time for a little girl in a thousand years. Mu Lingtong told her a lot of things outside, a new world in her mind, outlined a huge outline.

And then... They did some

Um... The picture is very fragrant.

The girl knew where he had seen and was gnashing her teeth.

Ning Changchang knows that she may be out of curiosity, but mu Lingtong must want to take this opportunity to search for some power related to Ming Jun.

He had intended to tell her about it and further dissipate her determination. But thinking of the lonely and thin figure in front of the hell hall for thousands of years, I sighed and didn't open my mouth after all.

He closed his eyes, no longer looking at her secret, only looking for things related to going out of Hades.

The girl was even more angry. She thought that if she had seen it, she would have seen it. What kind of gentleman would you pretend to be? Don't close your eyes, even if you dig them out!

The memory behind is that she secretly turned through the books for several days, then pretended to be omniscient and confidently told Mu Lingtong how to get out of the underworld.

If he sees

The girl thought, take advantage of go, how can such a good thing? I am the Pearl on the palm of the king of the underworld. I am the second ancestor of the underworld who should be arrogant and domineering. I must not lose my face and the underworld!

"Open your eyes!" The girl gave a sharp drink.

When his consciousness was close to that deep memory, under his body, the murderous intention suddenly surged up, and the whole underworld shook up with the girl's words.

Originally, the faint candle suddenly started, just like a torch in the dark, burning vigorously.

Ning long subconsciously opened his eyes.

She looked at the girl.

She originally wanted to use the power of the underworld to resist, but the cost was too high, which might make the end come ahead of time.

If in the past, she would not hesitate. But now... Only 300 days.

She is really afraid that if she touches the root a little, this number will turn her into a goose egg.

In a hurry, she had a good plan.

Ning looked at her for a long time, completely fell into silence - saw the girl turned into Ning Xiaoling again.

……

The king of fish was also stunned.

Now, on the throne of the nether world, it seems that Ning has pressed Ning Xiaoling on the throne of the nether world for a long time. Ning Xiaoling looks at him pitifully, biting his bloody lips, with a look of resentment. The snow-white skirt looks like a blooming lotus.

This

Even though the fish king knew that Ning Xiaoling was disguised as Mingjun, he was still filled with righteous indignation when he looked at the scene that Ning had bullied her for a long time. He couldn't help scolding: "it's better to be a beast than to be a heartless one!"

The present state of mind of Yining should not have been obstructed by this way.

But he and his younger martial sister haven't seen each other for many years, and Ming Jun's pitiful appearance confuses the real with the fake.

She opened her mouth gently and yelled, "elder martial brother, long time no see."

Rather long know is false, or back to a: "long time no see."

"Elder martial brother... Can you let me go? It hurts. " The girl's voice was soft.

Ning sighed for a long time.

He looked at Ning Xiaoling's face, and his moral sense really constrained his next action.

But it's not true after all.

"No Ning long removed the confusion of consciousness, know the sea back to Qingming.

Mingjun said delicately: "elder martial brother... You are good or bad."

I'd rather not be moved for a long time.

He went further.

At this time, the girl gave up the struggle, her mouth slightly raised, showing a relieved smile.

At last, enough time.

Outside, 300000 troops came in.

It's hard to predict the fate of this clan, which originally called itself the regicide clan, but it can procrastinate for itself.

……

The sound of banners and banners, the sound of war, the sound of killing, etc. all kinds of sounds sounded from far and near, and pushed away from the far side of the hall like a tide.

Ning could not find a way to leave the underworld for a long time, so she let go of her temporarily.

He went to the window of the hell hall and looked out.

It's dark outside the hell hall.

Thousands of troops gathered outside the temple of hell and pushed them.

"Three hundred thousand... Is that really enough?" Ning was shocked.

King Ming II supported her petite body from the throne. She rubbed her aching arm and said, "this is what we call a man with a will, but he can't do anything..."

"It seems that what you do is really hateful. It gives them such a great will." Ning long said with emotion.

"Yes," he said! Kung Fu is worthy of those who want to do it

Ning long looked at her happy expression, helpless way: "they are to kill you."

The girl nodded and said, "I know. This is one of the products of the current national thinking. After all, I encourage them to think. Of course, they have to bear the consequences. And... For a time, I also felt that their decision was much wiser than that of the disillusionment sect and the Xianzong sect. "

"That's true." I'd rather go along with it for a long time.

He continued, "do you have any idea how to face this situation?"

The girl shook her head. "I didn't think they could make up 300000."

"What about that?" Ning Changchang asked.

Although these ghosts are not powerful, they are numerous after all.

It takes a lot of effort to kill 300000 mosquitoes, not to mention ghosts?

Mr. Ming straightened his disordered hair, held his white skirt and said, "elder martial brother, do you have the heart to see me die?"

Rather long cold way: "you first give me change back."

"Wuwu, elder martial brother doesn't like me anymore." Mingjun rubbed his eyes and pretended to be crying.

During the short conversation, the sound of killing came to the outside of the hall.

Mingjun has nothing to do. She opens the door and goes out.

Ning Changjiu asked, "what do you want to do? One man killed them all? "

Mingjun shook his head and said, "I'll go to recruit and persuade you to surrender! Come with me, too. "

"What am I going to do?" Ning Changchang asked.

Mingjun said seriously: "it's time to ask Xianzong's witchcraft to work. You're the great immortal invited by Xianzong. Then you can perform some acrobatics for them and make some bluffing predictions to pacify the ghost heart."

"Can they believe that?" Ning Changchang asked.

Mingjun said: "don't believe all of them. Just let them separate. Then they will be in chaos."

Ning long hesitated to help her.

"Don't feel guilty. This is the underworld. They die as well as they go home. Anyway, it's still a good ghost if they can climb out of the well after a while."

The ghost army killed at the door of the house, shouting the loud slogan "kill the king of the underworld, open the underworld" outside the underworld hall.

The king of hell has gone out.

He sighed and followed helplessly.

Ning Changjiu looked from the gate of the main hall.

There are a lot of people outside the hall. Among the ghost groups, there are all kinds of ghosts. The thin and weak are in the front as the death squads, the burly are in the rear, some are waving flags, some are shouting, some are playing with weapons, and they have the feeling of primitive tribes attacking.

"What do they... Do?" Ning long pointed to a group of ghosts lying on the ground sleeping and carried by other ghosts and asked.

King Ming pondered for a moment, and said: "it should be the people who belong to xuzong. The people who belong to xuzong see that the world is the essence of spiritual composition, so they want to go deep into the spirit to find the escape path, and the path they choose is... Sleep. Guixu sect is sleeping all over, so it's taken advantage of by regicide sect and pulled out to make up for it. "

"What a tragedy." Ning long said with emotion.

Mingjun sighed. She went to the front and said in a loud voice, "I'm very glad that you have lived up to my expectations. Through your own efforts, you have gathered such people and come to me. You are the most tenacious ghost of the underworld and the future of the underworld. "

"Don't talk nonsense! The underworld has only 300 days. Where is the future? If you are not too fatuous, why is the underworld here? Why can't you find a way out for thousands of years? " The people below made a bloody complaint.

The king of the underworld stepped down from the palace of the underworld, strolling leisurely and full of confidence.

"Who said I didn't find a way?" The king of the underworld stood with his hand in his hand and said, "I had expected that you would come today, so I hope you can be a witness together."

"What witness?" Leading questions.

Ming Jun light way: "your Savior came."

"Savior? Where is the Savior? " Asked the leader.

King Ming looked behind him.

Ning long rubbed his eyebrows.

"Just him? How dare you call yourself the Savior just like this? We are not the fools who invited Xianzong to believe you Yelled the leader.

Mingjun looked at Ning Changjiu. She blinked like a supplication, indicating that he showed his hands.

Ning long forced helpless, went to the front of the stage.

The golden, hill like Shura outlined a magnificent shadow from behind him.

It seems to be a magic with three heads and six arms, but it exudes the golden radiance of divinity. The mixture of terror and holiness sets off Ning Changjiu's figure in white like clouds.

Shura is the top existence of the spiritual world, and the spirits of these spiritual constructions all feel the pressure coming.

This kind of pressure is like killing all kinds of grasses with frost. It's going to press them to their knees.

"This is the God who is going to lead us out of the nether world and return to the reincarnation of the real world!" Ming Jun looked at him and introduced him seriously and solemnly.

Ning long looked at them in awe, always felt that he should say something at the moment.

I am the destiny, the messenger of ending evil, the savior when disaster comes... And so on?

I'd rather be ashamed to say it for a long time.

"Why should we believe your lies?" The leader thought that it took a lot of effort to gather 300000 people together. If he retreated at this time, wouldn't he become a laughing stock?

Ning long seriously recalled that he took flashiness as the standard and searched his mind for several sword techniques he had learned. Between his thoughts and movements, there were countless golden shadows, like circles around the sky, like frozen fireworks, like countless days. They shine brightly in the sky, as if they are going to tear up the darkness and bring down the light at any time.

This is a move that uses the most spiritual power, condenses and has the lowest lethality. There are few opportunities to use it.

In such a magnificent scene, not to mention the aboriginal ghosts who had never seen the world, even the king of hell was bluffed and gave him a thumbs up.

At the same time, inside the hall, a figure of vicissitudes came out.

"I've been waiting for thousands of years, and finally I'm waiting for you, the fire burner..."

If the sound of the ancient bell is melodious, it comes out from the hell hall and falls into the ears of the people.

"The great God of feather snake... Is the God of feather snake!"

The crowd reacted immediately.

They know that there is a pair of white bone of feather snake in the hell hall, which is the real king of the nether world!

Many devout believers have knelt down.

In the 300000 army, many of the people who originally invited Xianzong have been shaken. They believe in the words of Ming Jun, cry bitterly, and repent for changing their faith.

"Do you want to be disrespectful to those who burn the fire?" The voice in the hall spoke again.

"Fire burners?" The leader was puzzled and said, "the end is coming. Can he change anything..."

The voice in the hall said, "don't you understand? What doomsday represents is rebirth. When the day of my prophecy comes, the infinite sky will open the sacred door for you, and then the fire burner will lead you to the light! "

……

The king of fish pretended to be the God of feather snake. He was very tired when he finished this passage.

But fortunately, I coaxed those ghosts into a daze.

The doomsday represents a new life... It laughs at itself and thinks I'll believe it.

Ning long and Ming Jun even coax and cheat to perform a circle of acrobatics outside.

The 300000 army, which was already unstable, was completely shaken. And those ghosts who are loyal to the king of the underworld also come to support the Lord of the underworld.

Although there are many defectors, there are also many loyalists.

Looking at the scattered morale of the army, the leader knew that it was impossible today and knelt down to ask for forgiveness.

King Ming forgives them generously.

The ghosts are grateful.

After a long time, they finally returned to the temple.

King Ming sat back on the throne with pride and said, "how about it? Am I smart? "

Ning Changchang sighed: "you have not been fooled for hundreds of years."

The king of the underworld put his hands around his chest and said, "I am a very enlightened monarch, so they all call me king of the underworld!"

Ning Changjiu didn't want to waste his time. He looked at Ming Jun and called out his Shura again. He said, "what we didn't finish before, it's time to continue."

"You... You don't want to come here!" Mingjun thought that he should not demobilize the army, should let them be his own guard.

Mingjun changed himself and became Ning Xiaoling again.

"Elder martial brother, are you sure you want to do this?" The king of the underworld opened his lips and spoke softly, and his eyes were like water.

Ning Changjiu said: "sure."

Then he pressed the monarch on the throne again.

The fish king turned around silently, covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look again.

Although she has become the appearance of Ning Xiaoling, the skirt is like snow, but it can't disturb Ning's mind.

The heart is clear without seeing.

Ning long closed her eyes and began to search for her consciousness.

"Elder martial brother, don't do that..."

"Elder martial brother, please forgive me."

"I'm your younger martial sister. How can you... Wuwu."

The king of the underworld struggled in vain.

Ning long unmoved, said: "don't struggle."

"Elder martial brother..."

Her voice suddenly very light, light as catkins, tired and weak with consternation and joy, like a rain after many years.

Hum, it's quite similar... Ning Changjiu thought.

Mr. Ming stopped talking. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. Just now, elder martial brother... It seems that it came from behind. Ning long opened his eyes, slowly turned back to look. Ning Xiaoling didn't know when she had woken up. She supported the wall with one hand and stood weakly. She pursed her lips and looked at herself and the girl under her body from a distance. She was silent for a long time and said uncertainly, "elder martial brother?"（ Thank you, great Xia, for your understanding of Zen! Thank you for your support and encouragement ~ ~)