Beyond the Divine States

Siming looked at the figure, and saw the white green silk embedded in the moon, sitting cross legged, the moonlight under the skirt gently spread out, I do not know whether it is the sky or the water.

She seems very far away from herself, but also close at hand.

Siming quietly looked at this ethereal figure.

"The devil?" Siming whispered to himself.

She realized that she was in a dream.

She hasn't had such a dream for a long time.

Because it was a dream, she could see clearly what she was like at the moment.

She has a black sword hanging on her side. Her body is also dressed in a half dew incense shoulder. She uses the stars as the blueprint to outline the golden pattern of the robe. Under the robe, the thin and complex silver tattoos on her skin are revealed. The lines are neat and integrated with the robes cut at night. It is the unique tattoo of the divine official.

Behind her, there is also a round of slender moon, which is just like silver silk weaving, and contains her graceful body.

Siming looked at himself like this, showing a look of remembrance.

This is what she looked like when she was a God.

I really couldn't let go of the past... Simang was very tired.

She looked at the white shadow of the moon and recalled the day when the kingdom of God fell. The endless fire of darkness burns the sky, and the red dust is rolled up. In the strong wind, it looks like a dragon. In the broken earth, the iron chain cast by the keel looks like a python, trapping the figure of God in chaos. Then a white light lights up in the darkness.

The initial point of view expanded wildly and turned into a huge wheel of light, which filled the sight and almost swept away all the darkness and fire.

It's like a knife, it's like a moon.

Yuehui fall, silver tide rolling to the ground, cracking the earth, her God seat with the sundial together with the disintegration, desperate to fall toward the broken city.

In her last sight, what she saw was a shadow with black silk and white clothes and fuzzy face.

This is her evil heart, and it is also the reason why she killed her heart when she first met Lu.

Siming looked at the shadow in the dream and laughed at himself. After duanjie City met Ning for a long time, her mind changed a lot imperceptibly. The heart of the son, which had been lost with the collapse of the kingdom of God, seemed to be gradually condensed in her body.

She brushed away the fear in her heart, walked on the road paved by moonlight with her bare snow feet, and walked towards her calmly.

Since it's a dream.

Since it's a demon.

It's easy to cut the devil in the dream tonight!

Siming kept a strange lucidity in her dream. She suddenly raised her sleeve, her five fingers were open, and the black sword on her side was dancing around her sleeve, and fell into her palm. Siming grasped the handle of the sword, and what she saw and felt in the world for seven days turned into a true understanding of heaven and earth with the heart of the sword.

Siming's knees bent slightly and her body arched slightly. When she was tight, she suddenly jumped with her sword. She could not feel any resistance. She easily jumped up into the air. The sword was faster than ever before... This speed was close to the peak of that year, even more than ever!

Is this really a dream... Why is it so real?

The thought flashed by. When she reached the limit, her figure hovered in the air. Then, the black robe danced wildly, and her spiritual power gushed out. She bloomed brightly in the sky with the semicircle arc of moon shadow.

Sword light from the sky, her figure falling like a meteor, toward the mosaic in the middle of the whirling shadow cut!

Siming has seldom felt this pleasure.

She went back to the past, endless power surged in her body, the stars rose and fell on the side of the throne, and the earth came and went between her hands. This sword is unexpectedly fast, fast enough to cut everything.

Her men cut into the moon with the sword.

The sword cuts the right shoulder of the woman in white!

Simang was sure that he had killed her! But each other's figure is not only silent, even if the clothes are not damaged.

When simang was still confused, the woman with her back to her suddenly brushed her shoulder, like a grain of dust.

Bang!

In an instant, simang's figure flew away. She touched the ground with her toes and skimmed over the water like ground. After sliding a hundred feet, she settled down with a sword, which could stabilize her figure.

Siming raised his head in horror and looked at the back figure who had softened his sword. His eyes were full of shock.

"Is my demon... So stubborn?" Siming whispered to himself.

But no matter how powerful the demons are, how can they be hard to kill in dreams?

She abandoned her thoughts and went back with her sword. The distance of one hundred Zhang was shortened in an instant. She held the sword in both hands and chopped it again in the air.

After a bell like sound, Siming's figure flew out in the same way.

"How could it be?" Siming looked at his trembling robe and his silver tattoo flickering and dying like a candle in the wind. "Is this... Is this really a dream? Why can't I break the demons in my dream

She felt no pain but a deep sense of powerlessness.

Silent for a long time, she opened her eyes again, staring at the back, heart again turned surge of war.

She held the sword tightly, burned the sword fire, and jumped on it faster than before.

The two collide. Siming was bounced away again.

She fell to the ground, difficult to get up, although very embarrassed, how willing to admit defeat? She knows the way of heart, faces the heart barrier, holds the sword and pounces on it again and again, and then is shaken away again and again. The fire in her heart is severely pressed down by an invisible hand, but this kind of repression gives birth to the tenacity and unyielding in her heart.

Leaning on the sword, she slowly got up, put her hands around the back of her neck, tied up her silver hair, tied it tightly, held the sword again, and continued to rush towards the figure.

If I can't even kill you, how can I get back to the throne!

Si Ming's heart was firm again, and he rose up with a sword in his hand. Then she was shaken away again and fell in the moonlight.

The moon wet her sleeve.

After a long time, Siming still failed to hurt the other side.

A sense of powerlessness came to me in despair.

How can't it be defeated? Simang smiles miserably. She struggles to get up and sits cross on her knees, with the black sword lying on her knees.

The shadow of green silk and white clothes is waiting for her quietly.

Simang spent a lot of energy to suppress his thoughts.

She looked at the sky, forgot the sky, looked at the moon, forgot the moon, stroked the sword, forgot the sword.

Ice eyes suddenly empty.

Sitting in the heart of heaven and earth, forgetting God in silence.

That she did not even hear, the figure issued a faint sigh.

The black sword flew from his knee.

Si Ming presses the center of the eyebrow with the direction. Behind her, the waning moon turned into a bird with a huge wingspan. The bird was singing and attached to the sword. The part of the sundial that belongs to the moon is disassembled and engraved on the sword like an inscription.

Simang's hand came down from the center of his eyebrows.

She opened her eyes slowly.

With a cry, the black sword and the moonbird merge into one and chop towards the moon at an unprecedented speed. This sword is more powerful than all the previous swords. It cuts the void to collapse and the shadow of the moon to lose its luster. It seems that it can split the whole moon with one sword.

Boom!

In the loud sound, simang breathed out, and the connection between the spirit and the dream world was as fine as gossamer.

Now it's time to kill it... She thought, slowly looking up. Then she saw a scene that almost broke her heart.

The sword hovered beyond the moon. The moon was undamaged, but her yueque was abruptly pulled out of the sword and changed into a sparrow size again.

But this clearly belongs to their own yueque, for this enemy of life and death, not only has no rejection, but also jumps up and down her shoulder, pecking her intimately.

Desperation and betrayal split down like thunder. In the sound of fragmentation, the long hair filament was broken, and the silver hair was re approved. Simang was kneeling, looking so embarrassed.

She felt like she had nothing.

"Rather long time!" She called out subconsciously. Her voice was tearing. She suddenly turned her head and looked to her side, but she didn't see anything.

Yes... It's just a dream.

She was ashamed of her cry.

She fell on her knees, supporting herself with her hands, panting violently.

Since it's a dream

Simang laughed miserably and pressed his eyebrow again.

"Yes."

A voice suddenly rings out, the voice is clear.

Siming's heart was shocked. She looked up, but she saw the mountain like shadow. She didn't know when it was standing. Time seems to slow down, Siming watched her turn, she still can't see each other's face, but she can feel infinite beauty.

The woman walked slowly towards herself. Her pace was gentle and steady. The curve of her body was beautiful, but there was no charm. She was pure and holy.

Siming couldn't understand his current mood.

She watched the other side approach her.

The woman in the moon took off the sword in the sky, bent down and tied it to Siming's waist. Siming wondered why she did it, but he didn't resist. The woman's action is gentle, without the slightest hostility. She reaches for her slightly bent finger, and the moon leaps to her fingertips. She turns her palm a little and falls on her eyebrows, and the moon finch is integrated into her body again like water.

Before she understood, she saw the woman raise her hand.

Is she going to kill herself? Simang thought like this, but with a click, her forehead was knocked with a chestnut.

Simang snorted and covered his forehead.

It hurts

She woke up.

Simang opened his eyes slowly.

"What are you doing?" Siming suddenly wakes up and struggles out of Ning Changchang's arms. She touches her clothes, lifts her sleeve and looks at whether there are bruises on her wrist. She stares at Ning Changchang and says coldly, "who let you hold me?"

When she woke up, her head was resting on Ning Chang's chest, one hand was holding his clothes, the other hand was around his back, and her body was even closer to him.

Ning Changjiu said innocently: "it's clear that you shout my name when you sleep, and then hold me tightly. I'm the one who lost my innocence!"

"How can you be innocent?" Simang sneered back. She vomited and rubbed her temple to recall her dream.

She immediately touched her waist... Where is the black sword?

It's really a dream

Siming shook his head gently.

How can I have such a dream? Have my demons been so stubborn?

"What's the matter? Is it a nightmare? " Ning long-term activity of his numb body, concerned about asked.

Si Ming snorted coldly: "I've reached the fifth level. What nightmare can I have? What's more, what in the world do I fear? "

Ning looked at her suspiciously for a long time and asked, "what did you dream about? I just couldn't wake you up."

"I don't remember." Siming said perfunctorily: "but since I called you in my dream, it's probably not a good dream. Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. Next time, if you dare to take advantage of my sleep, I'll cut off your hand! "

"..." Ning Changchang thought, if I really want to despise you, do I need to wait for you to fall asleep? He sighed and said, "I see, my Lord."

Simang is too lazy to investigate his perfunctory behavior. Her mind is still addicted to the previous dream, recalling the last scene.

Dreams are the evolution of one's own deep consciousness.

According to this statement... Can't you beat each other, or even get a chestnut at the end? These are my subconscious cognition?

Siming bit her pink lip and could not help recalling Ning Changjiu's previous words to herself - she had a tendency to be abused subconsciously.

impossible!

Siming immediately denied the idea. How can I be that kind of woman?

But... What about the previous dream?

Simang's mood is very contradictory.

Ning long looked at her drooping face and her changeable eyes. She was also curious... What did she dream of?

Ning long can't help but think of her trembling eyelashes in her dream, her closed lips, her face with a touch of pain, and her hand around her... The light suddenly appears in her mind, and Ning long feels that she has figured it out.

A moment is worth a thousand dollars. No wonder I don't want to wake up!

He remembered the way she had just called her name in her dream. The object of the dream is self-evident! No wonder she said that when she woke up.

Ning Changjiu can't help laughing. He can't imagine that someone like simang would have such a dream. It turns out that she is also... Thinking of this, Ning Changjiu looks at her eyes more gently.

Siming turned his head and looked at his soft eyebrows with vigilance... He always felt strange... Well, he must have had bad intentions!

They looked at each other for a while and thought they had guessed each other's thoughts.

"It's late. Hurry to Wanyao city as soon as possible." Siming took the lead in looking away. She stood straight and drew a virtual sword.

"Why?" Simang Weisheng was puzzled.

"What's the matter?" Ning Changchang asked.

Siming found that his cultivation of Kendo seemed to be improved. This kind of improvement... Is not small!

Is it possible to practice sword in a dream?

"Nothing." Si Ming said casually. It was absolutely impossible for her to tell the truth that she had been beaten up in a dream. Anyway, the dream is his own, as long as no one can see, he is an immortal god!

Ning Changjiu gently pressed her virtual sword and said, "it's not far to Wanyao city. Let me control the sword."

Si Ming frowned and said, "what are you doing?"

Ning Changjiu said in a soft voice, "if you have such a dream, you will inevitably feel unstable. Take a rest."

Siming clenched his lips and looked complicated... By the way, he knew my demons. Did he guess the content of his dream? It's a shame.

"I didn't dream like that!" Siming denied it.

Ning long looked at her face, more firm their own ideas, he drew a virtual sword, gently patted the shoulder, said: "come up."

"Don't touch me!" Siming beat his hand on his shoulder.

Oh, still pretending with me? Rather long smile at her, gently shaking his head, too lazy to expose.

Simang was really upset. She also didn't refuse, gloomy face walked to rather long after death.

Ten thousand demon city is near.

……

Not quite.

Between the curtains, the shadow of the main Ye Chan palace sways like water.

The eldest martial sister came into view.

"Master." She saluted.

Ye Chan palace gently raised her hand.

The curtain opened and a volume of books emerged.

Master sister took the book. The book is not thick, and the ink on it is not dry.

This is the sword score.

The eldest martial sister looked slightly different. She recognized the sword technique from the clues in the sword moves and asked, "is this snow China's sword?"

"Well." Ye Chan said: "Guanzhu disciple, you are the best one to repair the sword. You can find out all the loopholes in the sword technique, and then make up for her."

The elder martial sister thought of the proud woman, gently shook her head, and asked: "a god of subjugation has a gorgeous leather bag. The younger martial brother can't help but think about it. How can she be worthy of the respect of the teacher? Or... "

Ye Chan palace interrupted her, "just do as I say."

The elder martial sister put away the roll and gathered her breath. Snow porcelain is arrogant and arrogant. Zhao xianger has different opinions and thinks about it. It's the one named Lu Jiajia who looks the most pleasing to the eye.

"The LORD takes orders." Elder martial sister has no choice but to agree.

Ye Chan palace asked, "what's going on in Baiyin snow palace and sword pavilion?"

The elder Master said: "Tianjun of Baiyin snow palace was a flash in the pan five days ago. At that time, his younger martial brother and xueci were boating on bamboo rafts. Tianjun looked far away for a while, but didn't start. Three days ago, the eldest martial sister of the sword Pavilion finished the last part of the ten thousand holy formula and left the pass. Her whereabouts are unknown, but according to the observation of the third younger martial brother, it should be ten thousand demon city. "

After a pause, the elder martial sister continued: "the first to seventh disciples of the sword pavilion are all ready to accept heaven's fortune. If Heaven wakes up and infuses great power, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome. The rest of the disciples are still short of fire. "

"The way of heaven won't really wake up for a while." Yechan Palace Road.

The elder martial sister was relieved to believe the master's words. She continued: "the sword sage is not moving, but he is completely involved in the way of heaven now, and the world will collapse in the future. He will surely make a sword in the name of maintaining order. The sword of the sword sage's peak... The second younger martial brother will try his best to block it."

"As for Liu junzhuo, she is on her way to gulingzong, and her younger martial brother has already left. She should not cause any trouble, but she needs not worry about it."

"By the way, there are the most important things..." the eldest martial sister looked worried: "Bai Zang has also been projected among people."

"Where is the projection?" Asked Ye Chan.

The elder sister said, "there are all over the world, even three thousand worlds away. But she did nothing, just like the Lord inspecting his territory. "

With these words, the eldest martial sister said seriously, "master, you just need to have a rest. You don't need to be distracted to pay attention to these. Just leave them to us."

Yechan palace listen to these, seems to stay out of the people, always calm.

"Well, don't worry." Ye Chan palace after listening, gently should way.

The candle fire in the hall is quiet, and the floating fairy sound is like ripples.

Elder martial sister looked at the shadow on the curtain.

Master looks as beautiful as a dream forever, but she never really told anyone about her weakness at the moment.

The elder martial sister shook her head gently.

The first and second national wars ended in failure. She didn't have much confidence. She just wanted to do her best.

After all, they would have been mortal if they had not been for the Lord.

"By the way, do you need me to inform the demon kings in Wanyao city? So as not to hurt my younger martial brother and... Sister-in-law by mistake. " Asked the elder martial sister.

"No, let him be lucky."

The immortal voice of yechan palace is clear and ethereal, but the elder martial sister always thinks that there are some other meanings in the master's words?

Holding the brand-new sword book, she was ordered to step down.

……

Four hours later, in the daytime, in Ning's long sight, the black, huge outline came over.

The forest and trees here are black, the barren mountains and grasslands are black, and the black city

The tip of the sword turns downward, and Ning Changjiu and Siming fall to the ground gently.

They all set their eyes forward.

This is the northeast corner of Middle Earth. The vast city expands with huge shadows. The towering wall is built of huge stones and rises up. I don't know how high it is. The torches on the wall are burning. It's demon fire. The demon fire is burning steadily in the strong wind. There is a stone statue of a big demon standing at every tower on the wall, These stone statues are climbing on the top of the city like black cliffs, looking up, showing an endless sense of dignity and oppression.

Even five hundred years ago, there were countless deaths and injuries of the great demons. Even today, many five way demons are trapped at the bottom of the imperial cities all over the world. The city is still towering, facing the heaven and the earth with a proud attitude, without any sense of dying.

On both sides of the gate, there are the famous inscriptions that run through the story, "those who come are guests" and "those with swords die". The words are vigorous and powerful, but they seem to be written in one stroke with a sword.

"This is the beast at dusk." But Siming said so.

But how could she not stand in the sunset?

Siming laughed at himself and said, "go, go to the so-called ghost emperor, take back the power of Ming Jun, and then leave. The sage will die. I don't want to run the muddy water of the ten thousand demon city."

Ning long gently nodded, did not speak.

He looked over the tower.

The sky is as usual, only a little darker than it is outside.

There is nothing else. If Kunlun is in the city, what should it be? I'd rather not think about it for a long time. Now the most important thing is to save younger martial sister“ Yeah. Let's go. " Ning Changjiu said simply that simang was covered with the mask of demon fox, and they walked peacefully into this unusual ancient city in the eyes of the world. The guard at the gate is a pair of boars. Boar essence holding spear, blocking their way. Ning Changjiu handed over the documents circulating in the middle land. Boar looked at the documents and said, "did you ever wear a sword?" Ning Changjiu said, "I know the rules of Wanyao city." Boar Jing reminded: "the world knows the rules of ten thousand demon city, but there are always people who want to break the rules. There are many corpses buried in the white bone pit. Don't be lucky." Ning long smile, way: "won't." The boar spirit, having passed the customs declaration, put them in without making any trouble. Through the long corridor, the light at the end is very bright. After passing the corridor, there is a deep pit full of white bones, including human bones and demon bones, emitting a rotten, bloody stench“ Guest A dog demon with a paper amulet on his head came unsteadily. His eyes were blind, but he walked steadily. He said sincerely, "the guest is a stranger. Do you need a guide when you first arrive? The terrain of the ten thousand demon city is complex, and there are many rules. One more guide can save a lot of trouble. " Siming didn't say anything. She didn't care. Anyway, she spent Lu's money. Rather long look at it, a little ponder, asked: "your eyes are blind, eyes can not see, how do I know if you cheat?" The blind dog demon said: "I'm a native dog here. Although I'm blind, I have a sensitive nose! There are ten thousand guests without one thousand. Don't doubt me! " Ning long thought about it and said, "well, I want to test you any question. If you answer it, I'll ask you to be a guide." Dog demon from channel: "ask." Siming takes a look at Ning Changchang. He wants to ask about the ghost emperor, but Ning Changchang stops him silently. Ning Changjiu asked the blind dog, "do you know where the biggest temple is in the city?"（ Thank you Shuyou 59032757 for your reward! Thank you for your support ~)