Beyond the Divine States

After the war of gods 500 years ago, the world was washed away by thunder and fire. The great monks buried their bones in the wild mountains, and the great demons and demons were killed at the bottom of the imperial city. After that, all souls were withered, and the world was rebuilt in difficulties. Even after 500 years, the practitioners who can enter the five ways are still rare.

This is the first decisive battle of five peaks in the five hundred year history of Wanyao city.

At the beginning of the battle of demigod in the true sense, thousands of miles around the ten thousand demon city, unlimited spiritual power poured towards the demon city. Now it is the end of spring, and it is approaching summer. The weather is rainy and rainy. With the spirit coming together, there are thick clouds in all directions.

They are like a group of vultures that smell the noise of carrion, covering the whole sky of Banshee city in a twinkling of an eye.

It's dark all of a sudden. Looking up, it seems that the night sky collapses and the ancient city is covered like a bamboo hat.

The golden winged Mirs brandish the black iron magic wand and smash it with their heads. Ten thousand hectares of thunder and lightning tear apart the clouds and cleave to the location of simang.

Siming put her hand into the clouds above, and she drew out another empty sword.

This virtual sword is different from the crystal like translucent sword in the past. This sword is made of vibrating air. It looks like it condenses the hurricane into three feet long and holds it between the palms. It trembles between the palms, like colliding particles, venting the fury.

When the golden winged Mirs shook their wings and waved their iron bars, they fell down on the mountain and sea. Simang, holding a virtual sword, chopped away at high speed.

The sound of tearing roared in the sky, and the sword was as fast as a line. In an instant, it cut off the anger of thunder and lightning. The surface of thunder and lightning collapsed, and the concentrated fire bombed out, illuminating the surrounding clouds instantly.

In the light of the fire, the mask of the golden winged ROC and the red crow suddenly appears, and his figure is approaching in a flash, like a golden black iron magic stick, which opens the thunder and fire, and then splits.

Siming Ning stood still, pinching Jue in front of her chest with her left hand. Several illusory swords came out beside her and cut into the fire one by one. After that, her figure was like thunder and lightning. Instead of retreating, she cut to the coming one again.

Siming's sword, for example, cuts through the thunder of heavenly punishment several times faster.

Seeing that the sword was going to take the lead and cut off the defense of the golden winged Mirs and cut his flesh and blood, the golden winged Mirs' high wings vibrated like a dragonfly. His body suddenly rose to avoid the high-speed cross cutting sword light, and the black iron magic wand fell at the same time, which had a great potential to split the mountain.

Siming's eyebrows slightly frowned, but she still didn't avoid. Her pupils suddenly froze, and everything she saw slowed down.

Before the magic wand, the silver light appeared out of thin air, and the commander sent it first. He blocked the space with a virtual sword and hit the stick.

The collision between the virtual sword and the magic stick not only broke out a golden electric fire, but also sounded the sound of steel like collision. The sword and the stick collided and rubbed, and the air around them seemed to burn up. The explosion wave mixed with fire and silver, devoured the two people who collided and turned them into a black silhouette.

The stalemate lasted for only a moment. The sword and the stick were injected with infinite strength. When the strength reached the peak, the blast started again. Both of them were overwhelmed, and the sword and the stick were staggered.

The fierce flame covering the sky was torn clean by the hurricane. The source of the hurricane was the sword in Siming's hand. It was made by condensing the strong wind in the sky. Its power was far more than that of any human sword, but it was much inferior to the real holy weapon in Jinyi Dapeng's hand.

Neither of them stopped.

With a shake of Siming's wrist, the scattered hurricane turned into white air, and the long whale condensed back to his palm like water.

She stares at Mirs.

Under the dark clouds of the city, the Dapeng demon's golden feather is like a armor, and its figure is as bright as the golden sun.

The golden winged Mirs rotate the sacred weapon in their hands and feel its power. The black iron magic stick keeps turning. His whole body, if there is a firelight jumping, reflects his posture like a God.

But simang shook his head and said, "you don't deserve it at all."

Golden winged Mirs did not refute, he looked at the wind in the hands of simang manic sword, also said: "it's better than you don't have a sword to match your own."

The conversation between the two was extremely short.

Two thunders exploded almost at the same time, and their figure disappeared in the same place.

Where the sticks and swords meet, the sky seems to be lit one after another by man-made hot sun. The golden flame collides and entangles with the hurricane. The air flow is full of fire and spirals, sweeping downward. All the surrounding forests are affected, the mountains are broken, the forest is burning, and the debris of soil and wood is taken back to the sky with the force of the hurricane.

There is thunder slurry in the thick black iron clouds. In the meantime, Siming uses his changeable swordsmanship to collide with the unfamiliar stick technique of golden winged Mirs. A fluffy flame explodes among them, and the thick dark clouds are constantly punctured, revealing one cave after another leading to the sky.

The light outside fell from the cave and fell directly on the ground, like pillars.

No one can see the whereabouts of the two figures. They can only feel the countless long and thin arcs in the air and the fire at the end of the arc, which are the traces left by the collision of swords and sticks.

This almost divine war is full of vitality. The golden winged Mirs are the fastest birds in the world. When it was at its peak, it vibrated north and south, and regarded Wanli as a moment. Now, although it is no longer at its peak, it is famous as a demon saint?

The aura from all sides kept pouring into his body, which was his power: swallow the sky.

In his body, hundreds of thousands of refined steel like muscles are tightening, constantly shaking, making the sound of steel. Every strong movement in the heart is like a volcano eruption. Blood can flow and supply all of a sudden in the instant. The body of the monster is strong. He is closer to the Buddha, and the fire is awesome, and it is unbroken.

Many of him have not been so thorough.

He was holding a sacred instrument, and he didn't talk about moves. He waved a magic wand, such as a long sword, or chopped it down in the air, or swept it, or cut it at the waist. Every stroke was as powerful as a golden one, which had the majesty of the sage sweeping all the bones of the Xianting.

But even with such a fierce attack, simang was not at all inferior.

Holding the empty sword, she confronts with the golden winged Mirs. Where the golden light of the magic wand falls, there will be corresponding cold light and cold awn, which will annihilate its power.

Siming shuttled through the clouds, the sword of hurricane in his hand was coagulated and scattered, scattered and coagulated, and the dark clouds all over the sky kept repeating the process of breakdown and closure.

She used to be a divine officer of the kingdom of God. She was almost limitless. She had not really touched her own limit except for being crushed by the realm in the battle between duanjie city and sin Jun. in the face of the thunder and lightning attack of the golden winged Mirs, she not only kept on fighting back, but also broke through the omissions of the opponent's cudgel technique with her superb sword technique, and then surrounded thousands of swords with the strong wind, Heavy rain like pressure, issued a suffocating pursuit.

Because the power of simang is time, and time envelops her. Every sword of simang is shuttling between the universe and the universe. Many times later, she comes first, which suppresses the speed that jinwinged Mirs are most proud of.

The mountain protection array of the major peaks below has been turned on. The demons can't see the war between gods clearly. They can only see that the mountain protection array has been affected time and again, and gradually emerges a crack like electric pattern.

In the long sky, thousands of impacts were completed in an instant, and the clouds were hollowed out again. In the light, two slender shadows sprang up and came to the stratus in an instant.

On the cloud, the silver sword light collided with the golden stick awn again, which seemed to be the moment when the tsunami broke out. The huge sound wave broke with the dark cloud, and the power of the two figures suddenly bounced away and fell into the cloud.

The golden winged Mirs flapped their wings crazily, and the gale held the golden feather, which slowed down the power of the shock wave and stabilized his figure. However, under the crazy fighting, he was still injured, and the valuable golden feather fell one after another towards the ten thousand demon city, each piece of which can be called a magic weapon.

The golden winged Mirs hold the Golden hoop black iron magic stick. The long sound of the magic iron in the fierce battle is gradually stopped. The Mirs demon stands on the cloud. Its body is half arched, and its claws are vertical, and its muscles are tight, like an arrow on a crossbow.

His scarlet pupil stared at simang and asked in a cold voice, "who are you?"

Siming also stands above the clouds, with the bright sun above and the clouds like the black sea below. She stands at the intersection of the two colors. Her beautiful face bathes in light and shadow, just like a statue of a God. Her silver hair dances wildly, the wind blows into the black robe, and the hunting sounds. The scattered hurricanes condense into white waves and fly back from the clouds, leaving her sword intact, Her undulating chest is also gentle. At the moment, she is like a devil standing in the clouds. The undulating clouds and waves below are all like her subordinates, hammering armor and casting swords, gathering thousands of troops and horses to help, stretching thousands of miles and blocking the sky.

Looking at his wings, Siming didn't answer, but said coldly: "if you don't have this holy weapon, you will die today. But it's good. I haven't killed people so happily for a long time."

Simang said, but the bloody fairy dimple began to smile. On weekdays, he was bullied by Ning for a long time. In his dream, he lost all his spiritual power. He was beaten by Zhao xianger on the lawn. Sometimes, he was punished by the elder martial sister Lu Jiajia with a ruler. It's hard to look up and look around. It's full of natural enemies. It's frustrating in the dream and out of the dream. It's hard to say.

After a long time, she almost forgot that she was the goddess who was proud of all things and looked down on the earth. She was the perfect existence that all spirits would crawl and look up to when they saw it!

At the moment, she felt the power in her body, and the sea of Qi in her body had already set off strong winds and waves. She held up her sword, and the wind and clouds held her up. She said indifferently: "the muscles and bones are almost hot. I hope that there will be no other demon king who can't help disturbing her in this decisive battle. That would be too disappointing."

The golden winged ROC holds the magic stick obliquely. Under the red crow mask, he sneers sharply: "don't worry, in Tianzhu peak, there is a stone lion, two fools, and a man who travels all over the world. I don't know where he is. This is the execution ground where I killed you. No one will disturb him."

"Oh... The original place is called Tianzhu peak." Simang spoke lightly.

Tianzhu peak is the dark place on the map.

The wind ruffles and ruffles the hair.

Silver and gold long awn across the sky, just like two meteors collide, the sound of rock breaking, steel seems to also burn up, through the sky of flame wrapped in layers of blazing color, in the cloud instant burst into a rapid expansion of the fireball, like the second round of the sun rising in the sky.

The vast sea of clouds divides the world into two parts.

Below, the rain has been falling one after another, and the battle between Ning Chang and the green lion and the white elephant has already begun. The green lion and the white elephant are all great demons who have lived for hundreds of years. They are not inferior to Ning Chang only in their realm, so Ning Chang didn't hide their secrets. The Shura's body was towering when they were first seen. After several years of observation, they turned into golden sword light and stood on their side, His people are like a standing flagpole, surrounded by huge ships.

The lion and the elephant also used their full strength directly. They showed their real bodies and tried to crush him in an instant.

Ning has not condensed the virtual sword for a long time. His realm at the moment is far less than that of simang. He is integrated with the gold body of Shura. His eyes are shining like a God. His skin changes from white to golden silk. This color gives people a sense of combining hardness and softness. His spiritual power is strong around his whole body. When the blue lion and white elephant suddenly pounce on him, it is like the undulating water, Ning Changjiu then used the pure golden spirit power to fight their Dharma body head-on with his bare hands, and with one to two, he just drove them back and forth.

Ning had never thought that he had such strength for a long time.

In his mind, the Scripture in the dream appeared. He saw the real name of the Scripture, Daogu Chunyang shenjuan.

He had never seen the name of the scroll before, but it gave him a sense of familiarity. But now, it doesn't matter. With the roaring of his spiritual power, the scroll of Daogu Chunyang God also opened and turned page by page. Suddenly, he felt like the legendary Pan Gu God, slowly supporting himself in the chaos, and lifting the sky to the level of others.

The roar of the green lion and the low roar of the white elephant reverberate in the forest. They are demons. The young man standing in front of him looks clear, beautiful and thin, but he is like a demon bathing in the golden light.

Ning long raised his head and looked up at the sky.

There was no sign of Siming and Mirs above, only the sea of clouds stirred and the thunder flashed.

He believes in simang's strength and doesn't worry too much about her safety, but simang is restrained now. Even if he can defeat the two demons, it's still half a day away from the outer city. It's hard for him to escape with a sword. If other demons come together again, he will soon be in a desperate situation.

In meditation, the green lion roars and pours again. At the same time, the white elephant swipes his nose and blows at Ning Changchang's place. Ning Changchang fights against the white elephant's beating with his strength. The figure who was rooted and motionless suddenly starts to run. He suddenly jumps and blows his fist at the green lion.

The spirit power and Demon power burst apart, destroying all the surrounding trees with the trend of withering and decaying.

After the two figures collided, Ning Changchang's body flashed, nimbly went around behind him, and hit him with his elbow. The green lion was hit on one knee, and the white elephant's long nose hit him again. It ejected like a lizard's tongue and hit Ning Changchang fiercely.

Ning long gave up the attack on the green lion and avoided the thunder. With a swing of his broad sleeve, several empty swords condensed in an instant. He crouched down like a snake, locked the white elephant and jumped up again. When he held the sword and cut the white elephant, Shura left his body at the same time, giving birth to three heads and six arms and pressing all the white elephants.

The roaring sound kept on ringing. The white elephant's body took hundreds of punches and was slowly beaten back to the human form.

In the loud bang, the snow-white air wave swings between the two people. Ning Changjiu blows his belly and flies the white elephant demon out.

But after all, it is a big demon in the purple court, with rough skin and thick flesh. Even if Ning once suppressed it in momentum and strength for a long time, he could not really kill it.

What's more, he didn't have a sword in his hand, only an unshaped Yu Lei.

Behind him, the green lion arched his body like a hill again, showed his claws, and rushed to the place where he was. Ning long knew that he could not entangle with them any more. Between the peaks, the encirclement of monsters should have been built. When the encirclement was formed, it would be difficult for him to break through, or even distract Siming.

Ning long calm tone, when the green lion came, he turned to meet, with his fist. Green lion demon pupil dignified, collided with it, but did not make any sound - Green lion pounced on a virtual shadow.

Ning Changjiu, the moon in the mirror, gathers his figure again. The virtual sword hidden in his sleeve comes out and cuts at the back neck of the green lion.

The white elephant still wants to show his true body and continue to pursue, but a lot of blinding light is injected into his pupils, and he is absent for a few moments.

That's the golden light.

In this nearly dark rainy day, Jinwu is particularly eye-catching.

The ten eye kingdom in jinwuzhong is open, and it's better to escape for a long time. Jinwuzhong turns into a streamer and runs away in the rainstorm. What it's going to is the direction of the outer city.

The green lion and the white elephant looked at each other.

Instead of chasing them, they pulled out a bamboo tube, and the fire went up against the heavy rain and exploded into fireworks.

Among the mountains that the outer city must pass through, the defense potential has been built. As long as he is under five roads, he can not escape from the outer city. At most, he has broken through Shituo mountain, nuershan mountain and Zhuzi mountain. The Liusha river is a natural danger. The heavy forces of the demons have rushed there, and he may not even be able to cross the river.

On the dark clouds, the throbbing thunder continued. It seemed that the broadest battle in 500 years would never end.

The gods in the sky look down on the ground fire, and the demons on the ground look up at the thunder clouds. The raging turbulence sets off hurricanes, like black dragons rolling through the dense forest. The surrounding electric arc flashes. With the hurricane, they sweep the Banshee city and set off a fire in the vast dense forest.

Outside the demon temple, jiulingyuansheng went to the square and looked at the clouds and thunder. The other eight pieces of ghost fire appeared and disappeared. In the strong wind, his strong mane was like a leaping flame.

The battle above affects the weather of Banshee city. Now the city, sometimes hot, full of electricity, sometimes the temperature drops suddenly, vegetation frost.

Outside Tianzhu peak, the voice of death with sword is still echoing, but as one of the four demon kings of Wanyao City, he is indifferent.

Among the four demon kings, the old ape with arms fell into the devil and killed himself, leaving only one thought. The king of ten thousand demons kept his bones and deduced the sea of stars, regardless of the world. The fifth of the four demon kings... He asked the queen of ten thousand demons to deduce his whereabouts, and finally got nothing. He guessed that he should have returned to the unobservable Taoist temple.

On weekdays, if someone destroys the rules, it is all killed by the golden winged Mirs.

At the moment, Mirs demon saint was restrained, it should be his hand.

But he was still, silent, just looking up at the sky, like a stone lion.

Above, the fierce battle continued. They all wanted to make a quick decision, so they all tried their best. When they hovered over each other again, they were both injured and their blood was dripping towards the cloud.

Simang's sword has been broken many times.

She uses hurricane as her sword, thunder cloud as her sword, and even confines the light in her hand as her sword... But without exception, she is destroyed in the collision with the gold hoop and the black iron magic stick.

The tiger's mouth of her sword has been cracked. Time and power are constantly urging her to repair the injury.

The golden winged Mirs are also hard to deal with. His use of this Ruyi wutie staff is far from perfect, and he can't build a tight defense. Although his wings give him strong speed, they also attract the wind. He was chopped by the opponent's sword for many times, cutting off many golden feathers and dripping the blood of the demon.

And he was not sure how long he could support the staff. Before the night came, he had to kill him in the sea of clouds.

"The instrument of the sage is really extraordinary." Siming praised the sacred utensils, but despised the golden winged Mirs: "it's a pity that it falls into your hands. It's really overqualified."

Golden winged Mirs face unchanged, his wings flapping slowly, he stared at the figure of Siman Shashen, his mind suddenly shocked, an amazing idea came to his mind later: "are you from the kingdom of God?"

Si Ming said coldly: "now I know? It's stupid. "

Golden winged Mirs asked: "Bai Zang should take the initiative to intervene in the affairs of ten thousand demon city?"

Si Ming said, "what does Bai Zang have to do with me?"

"Aren't you from Baiyin snow palace?" Golden winged Mirs incredible way: "then where are you from?"

Simang sighed: "I don't know which year is my hometown."

The golden winged Mirs stare at her, the eyes of the demon tremble... The kingdom of God collapses, and the divine officials are exiled in the world... For five hundred years, there is only one collapsed kingdom of God, which is the kingdom of saints!

When the sage was killed, his kingdom of God changed its master after the chaos. The sage's Heavenly King ascended to the throne of the Kingdom, while the deity who was equal to him did not know what would happen

"Raise father?" The golden winged Mirs said in a cold voice, "are you the God of your father?"

It seems to touch the sky, and the thunder cuts down again. In shock, the golden winged Mirs don't have time to recover, and the back is cut by the thunder, scorching a piece of golden feather.

But he didn't feel pain. Instead, he stared at Siming, waiting for a reply.

This question made Siming a little stunned.

Of course she knew about her father.

The sage is the father of the previous generation. At the beginning, the emperor of the sage had six ears. Now he should be on the throne and become the great God of this generation.

But she was convinced that she was by no means a godfather.

But

"Oh, are you reacting now?" Si Ming light way.

The golden winged Mirs were shocked: "are you really a saint's God?"

Siming nodded his head and said, "you have also said that in the past five hundred years, there is only one God Kingdom on the verge of collapse. If I am not a saint's God official, whose God official am I?"

The golden winged Mirs were puzzled for a long time. They slowly put down their sticks and said, "why didn't you show your identity earlier? If I really kill you, isn't the flood flooding the Dragon King Temple? "

Siming said with a smile, "I want to save the sage. This matter is very important. I have to see if you are qualified and can stand the test."

Hearing this, the golden winged Mirs took the initiative to put down the staff and sighed: "the LORD God has been in exile these years. It's really hard. Now baizang is high above the world. It's hard for him to live. Wanyao city is willing to live and die with him."

Siming was surprised at his change of attitude. Every kingdom of God has a god official and a God. There is no clear division between men and women. There are even many gods who are neutral. Simang squints his eyes and ponders in his heart. In his impression, the God official and the God Emperor who have given up their father seem to be men... Are they the mixed heaven demon saints? She was terrified. The golden winged Mirs had already held up the staff in both hands and handed it to Siming as if it were a treasure. She said: "this object has been born recently. I think it has something to do with the arrival of the adults. I hope the adults will take it and return it to its original owner."“ Well Siming just nodded and didn't say much for fear of revealing. When she reached for the wand, she felt no pity. The sword of the hurricane stabbed out like lightning. It pierced the flesh of Mirs and penetrated its belly. The golden winged ROC snorted miserably and was seriously injured. Instead of showing his hatred when he was betrayed, he immediately locked the sword with his body. At the same time, a golden giant elephant stood up behind the commander. It is a golden Mirs bird, hundreds of times higher than the golden winged Mirs. That's the heaven and earth of Mirs with golden wings! It turns out that the golden winged Mirs have already made preparations. They are both in vain! Then, after simang's robe, a scroll of gods and Demons was slowly unfolded, along with which came nine golden feather sharp blades. This is the most pressing move of the golden winged Mirs on the bottom of the box: the picture of dari Buddha and Yanghuang cangyu sword. For a moment, simang was besieged on all sides, and there was no escape. The golden winged Mirs looked up and grinned, and all their powers were activated. "The old ape with arms is the saint's God. Who can you cheat? No matter where you come from, you will die today! " The Ruyi wutie staff suddenly became hundreds of times larger. Under various methods, the Wanjun shentie fell on the head of simang. Simang abandoned the sword directly, and she no longer hid her secrets. The moon sparrow flew out and turned into a half wheel sundial. The silver light broke through the sea of clouds in an instant, forming a Wanli moon glow. The two extreme Daofa collided. In the great sound of swallowing everything, no one heard it. Outside the demon temple, a long lost lion roar sounded low.