Beyond the Divine States

The red dragon blood flows meandering and condenses into crystal. The Dragon corpse symbolizing the snow disaster is submerged by the avalanche which is also a disaster. When the sun shines on the snow plain, the snow has stopped completely.

The remaining caravans wake up their companions one after another. They look at the bright sunshine in the sky with lingering fear.

The sunshine on the snowy plain has no temperature, but a part of life in their hearts is getting hot again. Those who have spare strength are struggling to get up, kneel down in the snow and bow down in the direction of the red skirt.

The world is quiet and gentle.

Shao Xiaoli walks alone on the snow plain. The snow elephant roars in the distance. The toothy tigers and leopards avoid her and watch the bloody red which symbolizes killing go away.

The blood on her sword has been frozen into ice crystals. After light vibration, it peels off. The sword body reflects light and is bright and clear.

She looked at the bright sky for a moment.

There is no sun or moon in the sky. Its light is said to come from the breath of the broken Kingdom above.

But what can bring light and temperature should be the most beautiful thing in the world... Shao Xiaoli often thinks of the sunrise at the end of the world, which is the most beautiful scene she has ever seen in her life, so when she looks up at the sky, she often imagines that there is an eternal burning red fireball hanging there.

In the fireball, there is another golden crow. The golden crow falls on an ancient temple, where there should be gods... Gods in white.

Shao Xiaoli thought about this. Her pale cheek didn't show any expression in the light. She gently threw up her sword and danced around her body. Then she hovered in front of her body. She jumped dexterously and pointed her toes on the sword. The red skirt and the remnant of the sword rainbow reflected each other. She swept away from the snow and towards the direction of duanjie city.

After a long journey, Shao Xiaoli stopped his sword, took a rest and continued to control it.

The suppression of this world is far from being broken.

At the moment, she can control the sword for a long distance, even hover for a short time, but she can't really fly in the air. According to Ning Changchang, this kind of realm is outside, which is called banbu Ziting.

Because heaven and earth suppress the realm, as long as she can't go out, she will never enter the real purple court.

But there are few demons and beasts here who can fight with her.

Over the snow, desert, poison marsh, barren mountain, Shao Xiaoli stepped into the city and returned to his own palace.

She is a little taller than two years ago. She is also graceful and graceful. She has a slim waist band. Her soft red skirt is cut to fit. It makes her skin very white, just like new milk. Her eyes are cold. The young girl of your family has grown rapidly in the past two years. Her childishness has faded away. Instead, she has the aloofness and arrogance of being superior and toppling all living beings.

This is what the queen of a city must have.

Shao Xiaoli, 19 years old, is the absolute ruler of duanjie city and the real monarch of the world.

Ever since Ning Changchang and Siming had gone to duanjie city together, she ordered to give up exploring the depths of duanjie City, and instead encouraged farming and hunting to solve the famine of civilians in the outer world. She took Yuezhi with her to the era named "Taoyuan" and took back a lot of seeds for cultivation and sowing.

And she often breaks into some notorious wild forests and valleys with her own sword, kills some demons who are the culprits, and takes their elixirs to eat.

Of course, the great progress in the past two years has something to do with Ning Changjiu and simang's advice, but the main reason is that

Shao Xiaoli moved and closed the door of the imperial palace.

It was dark in the hall.

Shao Xiaoli twisted a mechanism on the throne.

A beam of light fell from the gorgeous caisson in the hall. Where the light falls, a moon branch like jade carving emerges.

Shao Xiaoli got up from the throne, went to the moon branch and kowtowed gently.

The wisps of smoke in the branches of the moon float out slowly, and condense into an illusory shadow in white.

This figure can not see the specific description, but is more like the illusion made up by the clouds, which is too vague to be explained.

Shao Xiaoli had never seen the moon, but she saw this figure. Five hundred years ago, after the saint was killed, his kingdom of God was inherited by his heavenly king.

Even if the emperor inherited the power of the kingdom of God, he was far less powerful than the saints of those years, but what? The twelve monarchs guard each other in turn, only one in a year. No matter how strong the other monarchs are, they have nothing to do with themselves. In their own years, they are invincible.

Since there have been precedents, why can't she, as a surviving deity, imitate the ancient law?

After all, it is not perfect under one God. Only by becoming the Lord of the kingdom of God can we cut off the white demons entangled in dreams like night.

Every time Siming thought of this place, his graceful and undulating body would burst out an immortal spark that could boil the sea.

She forced down the idea in her heart, and her eyes were as usual.

Ning long did not think of the ambition in the heart of the woman in front of him. He chewed the sentence "unless the kingdom of God changes its owner".

He knew that the shadow of the woman who had tormented simang for hundreds of years might be the master.

After the master killed the headless God, did she take over its kingdom?

"Why can't the kingdom of God be changed?" Ning long can't help asking.

Simang said bluntly: "all gods in the world have corresponding stars in the sky. Only when they are recognized by the stars can they be accepted by the kingdom of God. No matter how powerful the person who kills the headless God is, he will not be recognized by the stars, let alone be in charge of the kingdom of God. "

Ning long nodded thoughtfully.

Siming said with a smile: "what? Start worrying about your future? "

Ning long fight back: "since we met, you almost beat me, what am I afraid you do?"

Simang calmly said: "there is no Dynasty in the world that will last forever. The six gods of Taichu, who are in the middle of nowhere, have been burned as ashes of history. The saints who once asked for their fate will soon die... Under the great power of time, they are still like this. How can you be confident?"

"What do you say to me?" Ning long light response.

"Oh? What sophistry do you have? " Simang's eyebrows were gently picked. She turned back slightly. Yu Guang looked at her eyes for a long time. Her beautiful cheeks were against the light, and the lines were bright.

Ning looked at her face for a long time and said seriously: "although the dynasty is prosperous, it will decline. It will never last for thousands of generations, but it will always happen in a hundred years."

Ning long words pause, smile: "now, is my dynasty. Miss Siming was born out of time

The sunlight passed through the silver hair and fell into Ning Changchang's eyes. The light was shining like a rune engraved in the depth of the pupil. Simang moved in his heart and turned his head slowly to cover the light coming from his face.

She hums coldly: "say again such shameless words, I will kick you down from the sword."

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The white sun across the dome, the color gradually deepened, when it fell to the horizon, it had painted a light orange on the screen, it fell towards the continuous mountains, as if there was a dark sea for it to rest behind the mountains.

The rainbow awn across the sky gradually becomes thin and falls into a mountain path. The bird shakes its wings and flies into the sunset.

Siming put away the virtual sword and walked up the steps of the mountain road.

Their heads were covered with dense tree crowns, and the late sun sifted down from the leaves, showing mottled brick red. These lights were integrated with Siming's black robes, leaving a warm shadow on Ning Long's white clothes.

Even if simang had five ways, he was always tired of controlling the sword for a day, not to mention the empty sword.

But she didn't say a word, just went up the steps in silence.

Ning long looked at her back neck in the sun, and said with a smile: "you've been riding sword all day. You should be tired. Let's find an inn to have a rest."

"Inn?" Simang's cold words showed disdain: "Ningda Sword Fairy is so delicate. When he reaches the peak of the purple court, he has to live in a shop like an ordinary person?"

Ning long walk in her side, slowly said: "you tired a day, if I let you sleep, like what?"

Si Ming said coldly, "it's hypocritical."

Ning Changchang said: "if the Lord doesn't want to, we can find a broken temple to live in."

Simang said, "I don't like the temple."

"Why?" Ning Changchang asked.

Simang said faintly: "most of the gods worshipped in the temple are not worthy of the name. They seldom respond to people's prayers. If I see them, I'm afraid I can't help smashing them."

Ning long had no choice but to smile and asked, "what does the Lord want to do?"

Simang said, "it's just you controlling the sword at night. What's the matter? Do you want to be lazy? "

Ning Changchang said: "my realm is compared with you. If Xinghui sees the bright moon, I can't control the sword for a day and a night. I'd better have a good rest tonight."

Simang snorted coldly and said, "you are really shameless."

Ning long doubts: "what do you mean? How can I demote you? "

Siming walked up the steps. The setting sun on her back neck gradually faded away and turned back to dazzling white. She did not take off the mask of the fox. She was like a thousand year old monster crossing the mountain forest.

She said slowly: "the stars and the bright moon... Don't you know which one is bigger or smaller? Mortals are blinded by a single leaf. They only feel that the moon is like an ice wheel, the light is infinite, and the stars are like dust, shaking and dying. But this is the idea of frog in the well. All the stars we can see are much bigger and brighter than the moon. You flatter me with these words. What is it, if not sarcasm? "

Ning Changjiu had no choice but to smile. He looked at simang's eyes under his mask and kindly reminded him, "whether you are true or not, but for us, the closer the stars are, the more powerful they are. If there is an immortal on the moon, it will be a crime to listen to your words."

Simang looked at him, as if mocking his ignorance: "where is the immortal on the moon? The moon god died earlier than the seventh God. The fairy palace has been deserted for thousands of years, and there is no way to the moon in the world. There are at most a few more thieves in the world who steal the power of the moon. How can there be a real inheritor of the fairy palace? "

"Ning long looked at his confident face.

Siming is always like this. She always appears smart and cautious in some things she knows little about, but she shows almost lovely arrogance in some secrets she thinks she knows.

He knew that Shizun was related to the moon, and the name of yechan palace almost made her an outspoken person.

But if simang's words are true, the sky in the world has been covered, and the six gods of Taichu have not yet escaped, how did the master get the real inheritance of the moon? Or is she just a thief?

Ning Changchang knew that he couldn't figure out these things before he saw Ye Chan palace.

But... All of a sudden, he looked forward to what Siming would look like when he saw the master.

Seven hundred years of nightmare really fell in front of her. What will she look like then? Can she still hold this invincible arrogance? Even, will you respect your teacher and become your eighth younger martial sister or something

Ning long thought, can't help laughing.

Siming looked at him puzzled and said, "I have exposed your stupidity. How can you smile instead, so shameless?"

Rather than answer for a long time, he buried the secret in his heart. He looked at Siming and said with a smile: "the lesson of Miss Siming is that if you go on like this, the city will be sealed."

Siming looked at him and said, "Xiaoling is in danger. How can you be a senior brother and not be in such a hurry?"

Ning Changjiu said: "it's no use being anxious. These days, we must not be tired of going on the road. We must adjust our spirit all the time. If the journey to Wanyao city is successful, the time will not be much different. "

Siming Daimei frowned and asked, "are you worried that someone will stop us?"

Ning long nodded and said, "I have this premonition."

"Well, well, since you are so timid, take a rest for a night." Simang sighed softly, but he had no choice but to compromise.

After crossing several big mountains and towns, they finally saw a city which was not prosperous and lived in a corner.

After entering the city, Ning Changjiu and Siming went to eat the local special dishes together. Their conversation never stopped when they went out, and they always sneered at each other.

Until the dish came up, the two people temporarily resolved their feud.

In the hot fog, Siming has taken off her mask. Her face is still beautiful after changing face. She looks like a gentle and skilled woman, which is not in line with her inner temperament.

Ning long found that he and she have an incredible tacit understanding in the matter of eating.

They all happened to dislike each other's favorite dishes, so they didn't have the intrigue he and Xiang'er had when they ate eel shreds.

After dinner, Siming was in a better mood and showed a long lost smile.

"These delicacies on earth should be a gift from heaven." Siming's words still showed a condescending attitude.

Ning Changjiu retorted: "this is one of the civilizations that human beings have gradually acquired since they drilled flint to make fire. What does it have to do with you gods?"

Simang snorted coldly: "everything in the world is God's gift, life and death are not up to them. Civilization is just an illusion created by the world itself."

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "maybe one day, the divine officer will change his opinion."

Simang thought about it and said, "unless I become a human being. But... That can't come. "

She is the most exquisite porcelain in the kingdom of God, symbolizing the mystery and eternity of time.

Simang wiped cherry lips lightly with silk, got up slowly and left the shop.

I'd rather take his money to settle the bill.

The night wind is cool.

"Go for a walk in the street?" Ning Changchang asked.

Siming looked at the long dark street and gently shook his head: "the night scene here is not as good as that of the clothes Street. What's so beautiful?"

Ning long thought of the fireworks, nodded: "clothes Street, after all, is a prosperous place of smoke willows, really can't compare."

Simang said, "go and find an inn."

Ning long nodded and took simang to find the inn.

When the shopkeeper saw a guest coming, he said with a smile, "my guest, you should come from a big place. You are really talented and beautiful. What kind of room do you want?"

Siming frowned slightly when he heard the words "Lang Cai Nu Mao".

Ning looked at Siming for a long time. Siming responded coldly with his eyes, as if to say what kind of room to choose? The best, of course.

Ning long smile to the shopkeeper, way: "come to two days of the room."

In the shopkeeper's room, he was plainly dressed, but lavish, with a more upright attitude. Just... Two rooms?

"Are you... In conflict?" The shopkeeper asked in a low voice.

Siming took a deep breath, put his hands around his chest and looked unhappy.

Ning long for the sake of the safety of the shopkeeper, immediately said: "we are not husband and wife, just the same way, just two rooms."

The shopkeeper nodded suspiciously. He turned over the account, patted his head suddenly, and said in distress: "I almost forgot that there were big guests in the shop today, which occupied a lot of rooms. There are not many big rooms in the shop. Now... There is only one room left, two of you..."