Beyond the Divine States

Three thousand worlds.

Zhao xianger, holding the handle in both hands, slowly got up and pulled the sword out of the back of a demon bird. The blood gushed and the skeleton collapsed. Zhao xianger stepped on the head of the demon bird and landed on the battlefield full of rock ash.

When she turned around, the finch with her head the size of a human began to collapse.

The finch is called ghost car, with nine heads and nine tails.

Since ancient times, demons and beasts with nine heads or nine tails are all big demons who have a good command of Taoism. The ghost car has half god's blood, nine tails and nine heads. Its strength is close to that of the real God. It once swallowed many rivers and water gods, and brought disaster to one side. However, its Taoism is strong, and no one dares to stop it. Later, it fought with the moon swallowing heavenly dog and was bitten to death.

That heavenly dog, in the later divine battle, has become the ferocious God who now dominates a country.

Later, this demon bone was obtained by rosefinch and sealed here.

The black and black feathers on the ghost car began to decay, revealing the white bones like thorns. In the black air, the water spirits gathered together, turned into the appearance of the river water, bowed to Zhao xianger one by one, and then dissipated in the world of rosefinch.

Ghost car, such as the building burned by the fire, gradually unable to support, suddenly collapsed.

The walls of the air dissipated.

Zhao xianger put the sword into the red umbrella. She leaned on the umbrella and let out a long breath.

At the edge of the red dress, the blood keeps flowing. When it touches the lime, it turns into a fire. She stands in the light of the fire, like a goddess who burns herself.

As the smoke from the ghost car dissipates, Zhao xianger's disordered breathing has returned to a long time, and she continues to move on.

This ghost car is worthy of being a nine headed long tailed Finch, and the bony finch in the previous trial can't be compared with it at all. But she didn't get hurt too much.

All this is due to the dream three days ago.

She felt that she was ridiculous in her dream, as if her face was three years younger and her mind was three years younger. What she thought was just the absurd act in her dream, not what she wanted to do.

However, the Scriptures I read in my dream for three years have really turned into physical and mental benefits.

The benefits are so great that it's called Tongtian chance. Her technique, sword and Taoism are all further developed. Her purple court is really perfect. There is even a golden elixir in the purple mansion.

She had a hunch that she was only one bloody battle away from the real five ways.

But... Zhao xianger flashed another idea. If he didn't have this dream, he would fight with the ghost car now. He would not be able to fight the next demon king.

Why didn't my mother let me read this book earlier, but I have to wait until now. What's the purpose?

Zhao xianger stretched out her hand to pull her hair and tie the loose horsetail. She took off her long skirt and showed her tight black dress.

Zhao xianger wrung the blood from her skirt and tied it to her waist for the time being. As she adjusted her breathing, she walked towards the direction of the flame spreading.

The blazing waves of flame soon fell on the cheek.

Zhao xianger, as the goddess of rosefinch, felt the burning sensation for the first time.

Through the ghost car crisscross nest, in front of the flame sea dissipates, hidden high cliff cliff in the line of sight.

On the precipice, there are waterfalls flying down. It's not water that makes up the waterfall, but torrent like fire. On the rock wall sputtered by the sea of fire, wisps of slender stems grow, holding out thin flowers like candle pieces, which dye the whole cliff into blood. Under the sea of red flames, what is burning is not firewood, but bones.

The steps to the top are made of bones!

Zhao xianger stepped on the steps and picked them up.

The girl's clothes are simple, and the lines are as smart as flame. The red dress tied to her waist is hanging down, covering her hips and legs, which is more like a skirt. She is holding the sword. Deep in her eyes, nine feathers are like a dark flame, ready to jump out of the girl's body at any time.

She went to the top of the cliff, her sight suddenly widened.

The fog ahead is heavy, the clouds are deep, and the vast expanse is paved. In the fog, there are nine red suns rising high. They are like peerless jewels condensed by fire, hanging high in the sky, blooming its unique and hot jewels.

All the magma came down from the red sun.

The red sun is shining in front of us, but the road under us is dark. In the light of the fire, the fog gradually dissipated, and a brand-new road emerged - it was a huge trough, like a collapsed cave, and its two walls were filled with weapons like swords. Close up, it turned out to be feathers.

Zhao xianger went into it.

At the other end of the mountain road, the ghostly wind blows with the fire debris. When you look up, you can see the white bones in the sky. The bones are crisscrossed and attached to the spirit. Even if you are on the ninth day, it will not disappear.

Plop!

The heart beat suddenly.

Zhao xianger stroked her heart and found that it was her own heartbeat. A strong sense of foreboding surged into her heart. This was a feeling she had never felt before in the trial. In front of her, she was a more powerful enemy than the ghost car!

Zhao xianger clenched his sword and went to the deep place where the flames were surging.

At this critical moment, however, many illusions appeared in her mind - she saw the vast golden Kingdom, the vast land below, the moon level with her, she was wearing a golden crown, and she was sitting in the constellation of God, and she seemed to be sitting beside a white shadow, but she could not see who it was, but she was very familiar with it.

She and the figure stood side by side in the infinite light, in front of the vast, floating stars in the sky, between the changes, she saw a meteor after meteor across the sky, one after another hit the earth.

The colors of these meteors are different, some are like fire, some are like water, some are metal debris, some are soil and wood dust, and some are pitch black, like a flying night.

They hit the vast land.

The earth opened out a beautiful fireworks - they are made of magma tsunami, landslides, a symbol of destruction.

Zhao xianger's heart suddenly tightened and hurt, as if his precious collection had been vandalized face to face.

This... This is my memory

Zhao xianger is hard to distinguish and can't break away for a while.

In the absence of God, in the fog ahead, many dark birds came out in droves. They were like bats, and they were like nine feathers that had shrunk countless times. They rushed to Zhao xianger like arrows.

"Xianger."

When life and death were at stake, a voice suddenly rang out in the sea of knowledge.

It was the sound she heard in a dream.

The clear and moving Xianyin won her a moment's soberness.

Zhao xianger nibbles at the tip of her tongue and suppresses the illusion with the help of pain. As the blackbirds spread out in groups, she immediately holds an umbrella to block the birds.

The girl's body was full of strength, and she rushed forward. Countless blackbirds were smashed on the surface of the umbrella. A huge fishy smell came from her bones. Zhao xianger held his breath and ran directly into the fog.

The earth vibrates.

The fog dissipates and the air condenses,

Rumbling sound startled, nine days in the sky will slowly fall, gradually forming a huge ring.

Zhao xianger flicks the red umbrella.

In the surging flames, her pupils contracted suddenly and saw the scene of doomsday.

In front of us, the smoke and dust covered the sky and covered the sun. In the smoke and dust, a hundred Zhang high shadow came slowly from far to near, revealing its true appearance little by little.

Zhao xianger saw the long and winding neck and wings full of emerald feathers, and the monster's eyes lit up in the fog, which instantly dispersed the dust and fog.

Zhao xianger saw what it looked like. It was a peacock with a emerald crown. The huge screen unfolded like a fan and was densely covered with colorful feather swords. The nine days of the original sky were inlaid on the screen and became a gem like the sun.

It spreads its wings and hisses high, its feather screen shakes wildly, and its brilliance surpasses everything else in the world.

Zhao Xiang'er stares at it, feeling invincible.

She guessed its identity.

It is the legendary peacock king!

In the myth, the golden winged Mirs and the Peacock King Ming are enemies of life and death. They fought for thousands of years. Until the eve of the Holocaust 500 years ago, they had a decisive battle. After the decisive battle, the Peacock King Ming disappeared. Some say that he went to the Buddhist kingdom, some say that he was polluted and became a demon, and some say that he had been wiped out by the God

Today, she finally saw the true face of the bird.

Zhao xianger's silver teeth clenched, dispelling all the fear and depression in her heart. She jumped up from the Baigu mountain road and soared in the air.

At the same time, the umbrella sword came out of its sheath, and her figure was folded into a bow silhouette in the sky. The girl yelled, holding a sharp blade, and chopped the Peacock King Ming's head in the air.

This is the last enemy she saw in the land of rosefinch.

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Ancient lingzong.

The sky is clear and the wind and smoke are clean.

The gate of Jiuyou hall opened slowly.

A snow shadow slowly appeared on Lu's face, and she walked out of the palace wearing the sword of the previous patriarch.

Lu Jiajia is dressed in a capable sword suit, and her long hair is tied with a crown. Her face is as cool as a sword, and her posture is as tall and straight as a sword. Her realm gradually advances with her steps, and gradually reaches the peak of harmony.

Ning Xiaoling nervously looked at her master, wagging her tail and puffing her claws to cheer her up.

Liu junzhuo waited outside for a long time.

Wearing a black-and-white sword dress, she leaned against a willow tree. Her sword eyes narrowed, staring at the snow shadow, she said: "Miss Lu has been keeping her sword for three days. Are you ready at last?"

After they made an appointment for three swords, Liu junzhuo promised her to keep the sword for three days at the request of Lu Jiajia.

When the three-day period was over, Lu's wife came to the appointment.

Ning Xiaoling follows behind silently.

"There are countless swords in the hall. Would you like to present one to Mr. two?" Lu asked.

Liu junzhuo said, "I'll break the willow into a sword. I don't need to worry about it."

Lu asked: "broken willows... Will it be unlucky?"

Liu Jun, Zhuo Wei Zheng, immediately thought of her surname Liu, she chuckled and said: "I never believe in these."

Then she stretched out her hand and dropped a branch from the willow curtain hanging in front of her eyes. She leaned in her arms like a brush. When the woman in the sword Pavilion didn't hold the sword, she had some strength like a woman's crown. She gave Lu Jiajia a light look and said, "I'll fight with you for three swords. I won't bully you. You don't have to fight in three days."

"Thank you for your kindness," she said

With that, they walked side by side and went to the agreed battlefield youyue lake.

At the beginning of spring, the ice and snow of youyue Lake melt away. All the disciples are in the wooden hall, and there are no people around. Only the fish king, who calls himself the guardian of youyue lake, looks at it with interest.

Since ancient times, women are the most beautiful scenery in the world.

This is the pattern.

On the surface of the lake, Lu Jiajia and Liu junzhuo walk in waves. Their beautiful shadows are clear and sharp. The light of the lake is illuminated by their images. On the shore of the lake, Ning Xiaoling sits with fish king, eating kebabs and watching plays, without any sense of crisis.

Liu junzhuo took hsiliu in her hand and pressed the cultivation of Tongtian back into her body until she was even with Lu Jiajia.

But her realm is still high and difficult to explain. If she tries her best to make a sword, Lu's marriage at the moment is by no means an enemy. It's something they all know.

Liu junzhuo wants to take this opportunity to sweep away the haze of losing the sword in gambling last time, while Lu Jiajia wants to take this opportunity to sharpen her sword spirit.

Each of them got what they needed.

Liu junzhuo slowly picks up the thin willow and points to Lu's wife like a sword.

Lu Jiajia holds the sword, horizontal in front of her body, she looks at the water, wholeheartedly made a defensive trend.

Looking at her figure, Liu junzhuo suddenly asked curiously, "what's the relationship between you and Zhang Jiu?"

"..." Lu Jiajia doubted: "you people in the sword Pavilion compare swords with others, and also like to disturb the heart of swords first?"

"Just curious." Liu junzhuo said: "but it seems that the heart of your sword is really in a mess? Tut... That boy Zhang Jiu is really pretty. You are not only beautiful, but also in a similar state. Ah, it's hard to imagine. "

Lu married chest ups and downs, she clenched the sword, coldly way: "is you worry more, also ask two Sir less questions, ask more sword."

Liu junzhuo flicked the willow branch and continued: "Miss Lu is so beautiful. I wonder if she is still a virgin now?"

Lu Jia suddenly raised her head and looked cold.

"Oh, I see..." Liu junzhuo continued to punish him. "No wonder that day, when I talked about my fourteenth younger martial sister, your expression was suddenly so low. At that time, I didn't understand. Now, it seems that this is the reason... I didn't think that the boy's swordsmanship was excellent, but he was so bad in life. Miss Lu, as his master, was restless day and night?"

Liu junzhuo's words are very quiet, and there is no sense of irony or ridicule. However, his slightly fluctuating tone falls into Lu's heart lake, which arouses the ripples of injustice.

"Shut up! Is it the sword or the eight trigrams that the sword Pavilion repairs? " Lu Qijia bites her lips and raises her head. She knows that she is falling into some kind of emotional vortex, but Liu junzhuo's words are true, which inevitably distracts her.

Liu junzhuo said with a smile, "swords are also famous for their teachers. As a teacher, you fall in love with your disciples. It's against human relations. Today, I will punish you, a little Sword Fairy who doesn't love yourself, for your ancient lingzong. The atmosphere of the orthodox school is good."

Lu Jia couldn't bear it. She sneered back: "I don't know how old Miss Liu is this year. She has been practicing Taoism for several years. Can she have a Taoist partner?"

Liu junzhuo has a slightly cool look. It's not the tone of Lu's words, but her cool temperament when she's angry. She's quite similar to the eldest martial sister

Liu junzhuo, with a cool face, replied: "I have been practicing Taoism for more than 300 years. I have never been alone since ancient times. Although I have no companions, I can see the beauty of the road with a sword. I never feel lonely. I don't need to entrust my apprentice with a wonderful sword body given by heaven like Miss Lu. You really deserve your name."

Lu Jiajia gnashes her teeth. She is not used to it. In her dream, Zhao xianger and Siming dare not speak to her like this.

She stares at Liu junzhuo and asks, "you say that one sword is enough for you?"

Liu junzhuo nodded haughtily.

Lu Jia smiles and asks, "how about your sword, Mr. two? Where is it? "

Liu junzhuo's smile suddenly subsided, and her face suddenly solidified. Under her feet, the lake turned into ice in a flash. "Originally, I cherished my talent and wanted to spare you for two days. Now it seems that... It's my heart."

On the shore, Ning Xiaoling ate the fish kebab and asked the fish King vaguely, "what are the master and the new sister talking about?"

Fish King shook his head and said, "what else can women quarrel with each other? It's just the face, the figure and so on. "

Ning Xiaoling nodded deeply, then looked at Liu junzhuo's sudden intention to kill him, and concluded: "it seems that the new sister lost the fight."

The fish King watched the change and said, "but this woman's realm is too high. It's very difficult."

Ning Xiaoling chewed the grilled fish and asked, "listen, aren't you a Wudao before? How many accomplishments have you recovered? If master is bullied, can you help him? "

The fish King sighed and said, "how much magic power can the God of the nether world have?"

In the chat, the battle on the lake is imminent.

Liu junzhuo held up her sword in a rage. The light of the lake was absorbed by the willow branches and attached to it. The whole lake turned into a dark mirror in a flash, and her hands seemed to be holding a blazing sun.

Lu Jiajia subconsciously looks up at her. For a moment, she can't even tell which round is the real sun in Liu junzhuo's hand or in the sky.

Liu junzhuo holds the hot sun and her black-and-white sword dress is straight. Previously, Lu Jiajia scolded her for her gossip, but now the patterns of her feet, the four images of gossip, are unfolded in revenge, and they are all included in it in an instant.

All of a sudden, Lu's figure seemed helpless and small as dust.

Ning Xiaoling has not yet reacted. On the surface of the lake, a strong wind has started, blowing and rolling towards the dust.

It was a storm of the sun.

The overwhelming light and wind came first. After the light and wind, Liu junzhuo held an ancient sword like the sun hanging high and fell with one sword.

The original dark surface of the lake once again shines brilliantly.

Lu didn't dare to open her eyes for fear that the war would break down. She closed her eyes and held her breath. She caught Liu junzhuo's sword in the sea of knowledge. Before the sun came down, the wind had already pushed her body down from the water. Her skirt was wet. Lu had no time to take care of it and locked the front wholeheartedly.

The storm in the sun pressed her shoulders, which was a kind of sword lock.

Liu junzhuo goes down with the scorching sun. As she goes down, the sun in her hand and the sun in the sky are cleverly integrated in the perspective of Lu Jiajia.

As if heaven and earth pressure, the sun falls on the lake, the Moon Lake will be boiling.

Lu Jia looks up and opens her eyes to the sun.

Her narrow eyes also reflected the light of ten thousand swords.

Lu's heart is clear.

Although the other side is the second disciple of the sword Pavilion, what are you afraid of? In the purple court, she doesn't believe that she will be defeated by anyone! Even if the swordsman himself is like this!

She holds an ancient sword in one hand. Her hand changes hundreds of times with her heart. In a daze, she displays her skills like a bean in a bamboo tube. On the youyue lake, there are countless images of Lu's marriage. Each figure holds an ancient sword and shows a very different starting style.

When Liu junzhuo's sword of the scorching sun comes to her, hundreds of sword shadows from Lu's wife join her one after another.

Ten thousand swords are one.

Boom!

Light and darkness are constantly changing on the water surface. The water of youyue Lake explodes from the center, and the fragments of light wrap around the water and roll away in the waves.

The fish King's grill was instantly destroyed, its mana was poor, and its body was lifted up and smashed into a wooden hall.

Ning Xiaoling, holding a fish string in her mouth, tries to resist with her purple court realm. Deep claw marks are carved on the rock under her feet.

The light dissipated.

The sky is cloudless.

There was a heavy rain in gulingzong. In the heavy rain, many dead fish fell and hit the ground.

Liu junzhuo floats back to the lake. She stares at the shadow of her husband standing with a sword and sighs: "I still underestimate you."

She thought that this woman named Lu Qijia might be able to fight against her real peak in a hundred years. She could not help but feel sympathy for each other.

Lu Jia's figure is shaking. Her silver crown is cracked and her long hair is scattered. Although her face is pale, the sword's meaning does not disappear in the pupil light.

She was quiet for a moment, very vengeful, said: "I overestimate you."

Liu junzhuo's idea of cherishing talent was interrupted in an instant. She said coldly, "don't try to be brave. Go back to heal yourself. Today is just a test of your depth. Tomorrow's sword will be several times stronger than today."

Lu said, "you too. Take good care of yourself."

Liu junzhuo said, "how could I get hurt?"

Lu said: "heartbroken."

Liu junzhuo takes a hard breath. If she doesn't promise first, she really wants to go up and mend some swords and beat the younger generation to death.

"Wait and see!" With a cold snort, she suppressed her anger and turned away.

When she came to the bank, Ning Xiaoling jumped on her shoulder, thumped her back and kneaded her shoulder, and said, "master, you are so powerful!"

Lu Jiajia smiles weakly. Her body trembles suddenly. She covers her lips with her hands. When she spreads her hands, her lips and teeth are red and her palms are stained with blood.

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Wanyao city.

The haze in the sky has not gone, and the voice of death with sword is still echoing in the sky.

The green lion and the white elephant, who showed their true appearance, rushed wildly among the mountains, shaking the earth and the mountains.

Although it is cloudy, today is particularly sunny.

The Dapeng demon with golden feathers stands in the sky, just like the golden sun hanging and shining.

Ning didn't hide himself for a long time. He directly showed his gold body of Shura and fell in the valley. His eyes were coldly staring at the tracks of the green lion and the white elephant. His great spiritual power was boiling in the sea of Qi, ready to deal with their attack at any time.

And above, Siming and golden winged Mirs are still in confrontation.

"Is this the weapon?" Si Ming stares at Ruyi on the magic stick and asks in a cold voice.

The golden winged Mirs said, "your origin is really extraordinary. It makes this thing."

Simang said: "unexpectedly, it was in the city of ten thousand demons."

The golden winged Mirs said, "the whole Wanyao city is the remains of saints. Why can't it be here?" Simang said: "this holy stick has been in exile for 500 years, but the kingdom of God has not been investigated... The holy instrument gets its name because of its owner. Without the saint, it seems that this holy instrument is no better." "The golden winged Mirs said:" although I can not get very strong, but defeat you enough Siming stood with his hand in his hand and shook his head slightly. Her robes danced with the wind like a stagnant cloud. Neither she nor Jinyi Dapeng took the lead. They were looking for each other's flaws. When simang thought of this, he suddenly asked curiously, "who won and who lost the battle between you and Peacock King Ming?" The golden winged Mirs, holding a magic wand and looking up to the sky, recalled: "in those days, we fought all the way from the north to the west, smashed more than a thousand mountains, broke through several lakes and seas, and fought in March without a draw."“ Well Simang was puzzled and asked, "Why are you alone now?" The golden winged Mirs said: "because the peacock Ming king is still defeated, it is defeated by another person." Simang immediately realized: "which one is it?" The golden winged Mirs said with a smile: "it is the rosefinch God." Si Ming's eyebrows slightly frowned and said, "you let go of the secret." Voice just fell, a thunder with the potential to destroy all things toward the golden winged Mirs split. If in the past, the golden winged Mirs would be afraid of natural punishment even if they knew the way to heaven. But he didn't move like a mountain at the moment, just waving his stick. The thunder of heaven's punishment fell on the wand. Ruyi wand only stirred up a few arcs, but it didn't hurt. The golden winged Mirs looked at the lightning God needle iron, suddenly laughed and said: "you have no eyes, you know this thing, but you don't know how many magic powers it has? The sage held it at the beginning, but it broke the immortal's palace, and all the bones became ashes... Alas, if that young man can hand over Jinwu, I can make an exception to let you leave with a sword, otherwise, the ten thousand demon city will be the place where the two buried their bones. "“ Jinwu With a faint smile, simang said: "that's my thing, but it's not your turn to move." She lifted her sleeve at will, and ten immortal swords formed in a flash. Of course she knew the power of saints. When the sage was still in the kingdom of God, he did not dare to provoke him even though he was like Chifu. Because the sage is the only one among the twelve gods who can really freely enter and leave the kingdom of God. Even the rosefinch, who has the power of "the world", can't catch up with him. Golden winged Mirs glanced at Ning Changjiu and said to Siming, "I didn't expect that you would be killed by the word of love?" Simang didn't want to respond, but said, "thirteen thousand five hundred jin... This weight is not enough in my eyes!" Golden winged Mirs pupil light scarlet cold, "I hope you will die, you can be so nonsense." In the Afterword of the words, the golden winged Mirs swung the magic wand and waved it in the air. In a flash, the thunder and lightning accumulated in the iron wand was like ten thousand horses and ten thousand horses. Like a flood of water and beasts, they opened their mouths and rushed to the woman in magic clothes and silver hair. The battle of demigod, which is the peak of the five roads, has really opened in the sky of ten thousand demon city.