Beyond the Divine States

The sea of clouds is another sky.

The two worlds separated by the sky are glowing with completely different colors.

Over the dark clouds, the picture of the great sun Buddha kingdom of the golden winged Mirs has been spread out. In the brilliant brilliance, one after another, the gods and demons come out of the picture scroll, or the battle armor and butcher's knife, or the cassock and Zen stick, with solemn appearance. They are like the soul swallowing people earned from the sea of ruins, but they are plated with gold and inviolable dignity.

There are nine gods and demons, each of which is a famous God in the archaic times. Later, in the divine battle, the golden winged Mirs became the strongest group of ancient demons, and they got the power to swallow the sky. They swallowed these gods into their belly, and refined them into golden puppets for their own use.

On the top of the Buddha scroll, nine golden holy swords are cut open like peacocks. The magnificent golden glory takes away the light of the world and lights up the dark sea of clouds below.

The silver moon light covering it is swallowed by the golden light in a twinkling of an eye.

If the sea of clouds is a thousand troops and horses summoned by simang, they must bear countless sins. They are writhing in the golden flame, just like an unforgivable person who bears punishment, whining in pain.

The nine gods and Demons raised their hands, one holding a Yanghuang cangyu sword, and each produced a unique sword frame, which was like a dance of demons and majesty.

However, compared with the FA Tian Xiang Di of the golden winged Mirs, they are still small, just like the arhat under the command of the Buddha.

At the same time, the golden winged Mirs and his Dharma raised their hands and patted down to the location of simang.

The figure of Siming's black robe looks like dust in the golden light.

But her face is still cold, ice pupil is still quiet.

Under the black robe, the silver tattoo is bright, along the slender outline of the divine robe, such as the complicated pattern on the robe. In front of her body, once the sundial appeared, it expanded rapidly. The pattern on the sundial is like a rose growing in a spreading way. The silver pattern adds sacred beauty under the golden light.

If the golden Kingdom on the sea of clouds is a lighted candle, then simang is the shadow of the candle itself. No matter how bright the candle is, it can't swallow the disharmonious shadow.

The giant claws of the golden winged Mirs fall, and the nine Yanghuang cangyu swords are held high by the gods and Demons and fall at the same time.

This is the move that almost killed Peacock King Ming at the beginning.

He is also one of the sources of the name of the demon saint.

Siming was not sure that she could take the sword, but she was not afraid. She was not a porcelain doll. Her beauty came from the burning of the sacred fire day and night. These flames were accumulated in her bones, and they were as hot as the sacred fire of Buddhism.

When the golden flame of burning the sky rolled and the light of sword fell, the time power of simang was fully mobilized.

The field of time unfolds, and the whole world seems to fall into the mire of time, filled with invisible media, and even light becomes slow down.

Only simang's figure still keeps high speed.

Her hand suddenly clenched, with the palm of her hand as the center, the hurricane whirled and gathered, and condensed into a nihilistic sword. The light of the sword was like a blue flame, jumping wildly and restlessly. The words of the commander, who was as cold as ice, reverberated in the sea of clouds and the kingdom of Jin, deafening: "you Fanzi, for five hundred years, have no idea of the power of heaven, and are arrogant. Today, you will see the power that really surpasses all living beings!"

This half sundial locks up the whole field of time.

She never really called the sundial in the past, because it was of great importance, and she was afraid of attracting baizang's covet.

But now the situation is urgent, golden winged Mirs have been bearing a lot of injuries, she must thoroughly fight each other no longer fighting.

Simang holds the fierce wind and flame between his palms. His figure pulls it straight up and pours a sword angrily into the giant palm of the heaven and earth of the golden winged Dapeng method. The giant palm's advance is completely stopped. Soon, the crack on the back of the palm collapses and several golden lights burst out of it.

The giant palm of the statue disintegrates behind him. Simang's figure rises straight into the sky. The sword in his hand rotates at a high speed. The wind of the sword rolls golden fragments and directly hits the center of the Dharma phase.

The explosion sounded again.

The almost motionless Dharma phase was pierced from the center, and the debris fell like quicksand. Simang broke the gold body with his sword, and stopped on Dapeng's back for a moment. Then she sank slightly, leaped up with strength, and the sword on her side burned. She dragged a long tail of flame and cut directly at the nine gods and demons in the sky.

All the gods and demons were staring at her, their eyes were golden and angry, but the time was temporarily locked by the sundial, and they could not defend.

Above the sea of clouds, the figure of simang arrow hovers in front of the first gold body. The round and full arc light suddenly lights up, like the bright moon hanging high, silver like a sword cutting down the sky and sea, removing clouds and waves, like emptiness, like reality, like straight, like curve. Along the sharp track, it splits towards the gold body like thunder.

What it cuts is not the golden body, but the whole space.

The falling place of Siming sword is the end of time. The space where the gold body is located is directly cut into two parts. Under the light of sword, the nine gods and Demons seem to have their upper body in the air and their lower body immersed in the water. The refraction of the light in the water makes their bodies dislocation.

But this is not an illusion of refraction, but a real dislocation.

For a short time, the silver light surpassed the golden light.

Simang was hanging in the air, and the figure of killing God was like the burning night.

She pinches the Jue in the air and dances wildly with her silver hair. The virtual swords are formed by her side in a flash, just like the glass crystal, but with an unstoppable edge.

The nine gods and demons have not yet collapsed, the glory of Yanghuang cangyu sword is still there, and the picture of the great sun Buddha is still shining.

Everything above the cloud fell into simang's eyes and became cold in an instant.

This was the most intense moment since she left duanjie city.

Siming holds the ancient sword of storm, slowly raises it obliquely, and then throws it out suddenly.

The sword of storm lost the traction of her hand, and broke away in an instant. It turned into a violent wind, like tornado after tornado, raging among the gods and demons, fleeing with the power of destroying everything, cutting the gold body of the gods and Demons into thousands of pieces.

Siming's figure flashed, and it was like thunder again.

She raises her head and shuttles through the strong wind. Her figure is smaller than the golden body, but where she passes, the golden body is broken and all the dharmas become ashes.

In the sound of the gods, simang's figure has swept over the golden bodies of the nine gods and demons.

Behind her, the ancient generals broke their arms, the demons lost their horns, the old monks broke their necks, the heavenly daughters lost their faces, the wood ghosts lost their roots, the immortal cracked, the Buddha broke his ears, the emperors removed their crowns, and the Arhats lost their golden bodies!

The nine gods and demons were damaged to varying degrees, and the nine handle Yanghuang cangyu sword was directly changed into a broken sword.

The strongest side of the nine golden bodies, simang hovers, holds his right arm high, and ten thousand hurricanes gather in his palm again.

The wind turned into a white wave and flew back to touch the gold body. The gold filings blew and danced like fireworks. The nine statues once again ran through several times, like a mountain full of holes, and finally began to slowly collapse.

There are also obvious cracks on the map of dari Buddha kingdom.

Simang's beautiful face was slightly pale due to excessive spiritual power consumption, but her fighting spirit really reached the peak.

The real body of Mirs is in front of us.

The sundial is shaking. It seems that it can't support this huge time field, and it will collapse at any time.

But it's enough for her to make the last cut.

Her figure disappeared in the thunder.

The silver pattern in the robe is so bright that the sword in her hand is plated with silver.

The final sword is a sword.

Golden winged Mirs have noticed, but he can not earn time in the mire, although the action is still fast, but in the eyes of simang, it is the same as static.

Hundreds of long accumulated virtual swords were cut down at the same time.

This sword is enough to cut the golden winged Mirs into serious injuries.

But simang still miscalculated one thing: the sundial could trap the golden winged Mirs, but it could not trap the Ruyi black iron magic stick.

It is the holy instrument of the sage. At the beginning, with the sage coming and going freely in various divine countries, how could he be trapped by the broken authority of the divine officials?

When the sword light fell, the black iron staff stopped in front of the golden winged Mirs.

It's like the knock of the heavenly seed, and the sound of the impact resounds through the sky.

However, the wutie staff can only block this sword. Although the other hundred swords are far less powerful than this hurricane, they have bypassed the staff one after another and shot at the golden winged Mirs like a pear flower.

At the same time, the sundial disintegrated and turned into streamer to drill back into Siming's body.

Golden winged Mirs roar in pain across the sky.

He suddenly grasped the stick, infused all his strength, and again flicked away Siming.

Thousands of swords have washed his body. Even though he is strong and iron, he will inevitably be scarred. There are countless blood holes on his outstretched wings, and the wounds between his shoulders and back are cracked. White bones can be seen. The hand holding the stick is cut off, and almost only one bone is left.

Although the recovery ability of the demon clan's body is strong, he has no time to look at the wound during the war. Just now, if it was not for the spirit of the divine stick, his heart would be penetrated by this sword.

Stagnant time... Isn't this the only power in myths and legends, which is superior to the major elements? Why does this woman have it?

Golden winged Mirs stare at her perfect face and feel more and more shocked.

"Are you really the God of the kingdom?" In addition, Mirs can not think of any other reasonable explanation.

Simang stares at the stick and thinks about the solution.

"I told you so long ago." She coldly responded, saying: "human eagles and dogs, travel in the wild, roam in the clouds, have never seen the real sky... Let that boy go, I can forgive you for your disrespect."

Golden winged Mirs immediately came up with the appearance of the boy in white in his mind.

At first, he thought of chance, but now the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong... Jinwu, the nine Jinwu who stole power, didn't they perish long ago? Why is he carrying this thing, and why is there a god around him?

A terrible idea emerged.

"He's your Lord? Your kingdom has collapsed and you are in exile? " The golden winged Mirs asked in a cold voice.

No wonder the queen of ten thousand demons turned the astrolabe hundreds of times, and only gave him a 10% chance to win. How can man win over the real God?

But simang just gave a faint smile and responded coldly: "my lord? Oh, he deserves it? I am his master

The picture of Buddha and the blue feather sword are all destroyed, and the sea of clouds shows its original color.

Above, although the golden winged Mirs have been seriously injured, but will not die. Jinwu is the only way for him to achieve his potential. On this way, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddhas block and kill the Buddhas.

Da pin Xian Jue, external body, thousand move Dou Zhuan skills... He also believes that the other side has entered a weak stage after exerting the divine power. He fights hard to survive.

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Below, on the quicksand River, the war drum has also been sounded.

Ning long escape figure across the first river.

He was chased all the way here. He deliberately concealed his whereabouts, but his route was still clearly observed by those demon kings.

He managed to kill the Liusha River, but he didn't really stabilize himself. On the Bank of the river, the resistance came again.

Several demon kings, like divine soldiers from heaven, beat him back step by step. Ning Changjiu didn't choose to attack him. Instead, he retreated like a ghost and disappeared on the vast river. Those big demons were afraid of being defeated by each one and didn't chase them. They were guarding at each pass. They were not Ning Changjiu's opponents to fight alone, but once they were connected into an iron bucket, It is not easy to break through.

In the dark world, the rainstorm is falling, and in a rocky beach, Ning long keeps his breath and recuperates from his injury. His injury is not serious, and he recovers quickly with the help of time and power.

He looked ahead from afar... The fire was burning continuously in the rainstorm, and the big demon in armor was standing high, looking like a sentry, searching for his trace in the rainstorm.

The river of the quicksand River surges behind.

Ning long pondered for a while, carved a small flying array in the rocky beach, and immediately dived into the heavy rain like a fish and ran to the other end of the Liusha river.

He temporarily avoided the monster's eyes and ears, sneaked into a big peak, hidden in the bushes, in front of all the demons patrolling in front of him, and walked in a line.

Rather long hidden body, waiting for them to gather more than half of the process, immediately call out Jinwu. The golden light shines through the rain, which is particularly dazzling in the dark world. Once this object appeared, it caused a great disturbance. Huge chaos exploded at the foot of the peak. The demon troops who had not yet gathered completely searched for the enemy everywhere and made a mess of themselves.

This is the weak point of the demon army's defense. Once he shows up here, the demon army of the surrounding fortress will come to help quickly. At that time, as long as he draws a small flying array, he can go back to the rocky beach and directly break through the empty main fortress.

And before that piece of rock beach, where Ning long stopped, a dog demon in black robe fumbled in the heavy rain.

It is a monster specialized in tracking. Its magic power is low, its eyes are blind, but it has a keen sense of smell. It is the guide dog that Ning Changchang met when he first came to the city.

In the era of no war, it was a dog demon who depended on guiding guests for a living, but when the war broke out, it suddenly became the magic dog of demon army, pursuing thousands of miles, needless to say. It is thanks to the fact that Ning's whereabouts have been discovered many times before.

When he found it, he stared at the small flying array on the rocky beach and sniffed for a while. He knew it was some kind of array. Without hesitation, he swung his hammer to destroy it.

At the same time, under the demon peak, Ning long after creating enough chaos, reverse painting flying array.

He returned to the rocky beach and appeared behind the guide dog demon.

He had long suspected that he was being followed by some kind of monster, so he specially drew two arrays, one in the light and the other in the dark. The guide dog demon destroyed only one of them. He also wanted to take advantage of the situation to find out the monsters who had been following him.

Ning looked at it for a long time, slightly surprised, he swung his hand knife, slapped it on the back of the neck, directly knocked it out.

Ning didn't stay for a long time. He walked close to the ground and went directly to the stone castle in front of him.

The demons realized that it was too late for them to return to defense, and they were broken through by Ning for a long time.

After crossing this peak, Chechi peak is convenient. There are three peaks in Chechi peak, all of which are natural dangers in front. The three peaks are closely guarded by deer, tiger and sheep. Among them, Huli fairy is the most powerful.

Similarly, tiger power immortal is also the most proud. He thinks that even if the other party breaks through the Liusha River, he will start from the two immortals, Lu Li and Yang Li.

But it never thought that Ning had come straight to his mountain for a long time.

The golden Shura Dharma body shines clearly. The young man in white cuts bamboo into a sword, and goes directly to the outside of the mountain gate array to challenge the tiger power immortal. These big monsters are the most irritated. The tiger power immortal quickly swings out with a huge axe, rather than staying strong for a long time. After a fight, he retreats to the mountain protection array.

Ning Changjiu appeared on the mountain peak of Huli Daxian, and the other two relaxed their vigilance. Huli Daxian withdrew from the mountain peak. Ning Changjiu went against the painting and came to the mountain road guarded by Yangli Daxian, fought all the way and rushed through.

He must kill them in one go, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable when several five great demons come out of the mountain.

Xiaoling's life is still tied to this sword. He must take it out of Wanyao city.

Torrential rain washes the whole city, and the clouds are getting lower and lower. If there is no great array blessing, all the mountains will be submerged by thunder clouds at the moment. This also shows, to some extent, the ferocity of the divine battle over the sea of clouds.

Ning Changjiu can't see the battle above even if he opens his golden pupil, but his golden crow is closely related to the moon sparrow, and he doesn't have an ominous premonition in his heart.

The fighting continues.

In Ning Changchang's heart, Daogu pure Yang God scroll burned thoroughly. Its power was beyond the original expectation. Ning Changchang was not sure whether it was drinking poison to quench his thirst. In a word, it was not only him, but also his Shura body. All the ways of blood flow were burned with the ancient scroll in his dream.

The ancient secret books recorded in those ancient volumes are also incorporated into the flesh and blood.

He rushed over one hill after another and moved around by the small flying array, disturbing the demon army.

A second river of quicksand appeared in front of him.

Liusha river is a river of ten thousand demons in ten thousand demons city. It passes through several big peaks and presents a shape similar to the character of mountain. If you want to reach the outer city for a long time, you must go through Liusha river three times. This is also the reason why the green lion and white elephant thought that he could not cross the Liusha river.

Once he begins to cross the river, his previously hidden figure will be exposed no matter how good, and around the quicksand River, the peaks are densely arranged, so it's very difficult for him to cross the river without warning.

There are more difficulties than solutions. Ning Changjiu has no mind to solve the problems he is facing. Without saying a word, he directly tries to break through all kinds of methods. The closer he gets to the outer city, the more powerful he is.

He didn't want to flinch.

Because he knew that the biggest shortcut for him to get out of the city at the moment was not between the peaks, but in his own body.

He is only a line away from the five, he wants to rely on one battle after another to seek a breakthrough, as long as he can enter the five, then all the problems can be solved.

Between the peaks, there was a chaos of war, and the demon king guarding the peak came out together to stop the foreign enemy, who not only ran like a bison, but also wandered like a bat.

Unknowingly, time has passed, and the night is coming. The Wanyao City, which is already shrouded in darkness, is even more dark.

Ning didn't embarrass those demon soldiers for a long time. Based on the principle of catching thieves first, he only picked the leaders of each peak.

As the night fell, he was still fighting with the big demons guarding the peaks in the purple court. Daogu Chunyang shenjuan was constantly burning his strength. With the flexibility of the flying array, he could not move among the peaks, and even fought with ease for a time. It is those demon king, a moment dare not neglect, for fear rather long ghost appear behind them.

After a day's fighting, Ning is getting closer and closer to the outer city for a long time.

From time to time, lightning and thunder flashed through the sky.

It is obvious that the battle above has not stopped. In the battle of the five peaks, everything is turbulent, and the dark clouds are cut apart from time to time. Ning long used the cracks of the clouds to spy on the traces of the battle above.

The flames of chaos are burning in Wanyao City, but there is no movement in Tianzhu peak where the four demon kings gather.

Jiulingyuansheng is always watching the battle.

He didn't care about Jinwu's secret, and the Yu base was not a real God to him.

He only cares about the battle above.

It was midnight again.

Ning long bumpy all the way forward, again look up, in front of the seven Jue peak is three words.

His white clothes were broken and his whole body was covered with blood, but his body could not help shivering.

Qijue peak... This is the last peak near the outer city.

He killed me... I don't know how I did it.

But it doesn't matter. Since the three corners of Liusha River can't stop itself, the outer city can't stop itself.

He just needs to escape from the ten thousand demon city, and then send the agreed signal to Siming. At that time, she will directly give up the control of Mirs demon saint, and quickly join her to escape from the city. As long as she gets outside the city, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and no one can stop her.

On the Qijue cliff, the king of fog demon is dead. He uses the golden crow to wipe out the ghost fog and ascends the cliff.

In the front, the defensive empty outer city is in the eye.

When Ning long went to the outer city, he took a look at the flowing sand river behind him, which nearly made him die.

To the east of Liusha River, a huge figure appeared on the previously deserted stall in troubled times.

The figure with its back to Qijue peak doesn't look tall, but even if it's very far away, Ning long can still feel the almost destructive smell of each other.

Five peaks!

Around the shadow's head, eight ghost fires appeared, all like lions.

It's jiulingyuansheng.

He came out of tianzhufeng demon temple to Liusha river.

It's better to have a tight heart for a long time.

But the other person's goal is not himself. Jiulingyuansheng stands by the endless river and raises his head. His power is similar to that of the golden winged Mirs, both of which are the power of swallowing heaven inherited by the gluttonous pulse. But unlike Mirs, he has not spoken for a hundred years. In the eyes of the kingdom of God, he is a dog who has long been sharpened and is only willing to guard a city. In the eyes of the golden winged Mirs, he is also a stone lion who breaks his teeth and destroys his powers. Even if it is a saint, the holy instrument left to him is also an umbrella, admonishing him to take guarding as his duty. But he always buried his deepest heart. He never wanted to be an umbrella. He wanted to be a storm all over the sky. Golden winged Mirs often say that he wants to kill Ke Wenzhou, break through the Middle Earth and rescue the sage. But he knew that the golden winged Mirs didn't have this mental strength. His limit was to build a ten thousand demon city with his body, to survive for the demon clan for a hundred years, and then wait for destruction. Jiuling Yuansheng doesn't want to breathe. He is the demon who really wants to break the Middle Earth. East of the Liusha River, he did not open the iron umbrella, but carried it on his back. There is a method of Buddhism and Taoism, which is called closed mouth Zen. It chews the tongue and swallows it into the abdomen. After several decades, it opens its mouth. The voice of Buddhism is powerful and boundless. He did not swallow anything in a hundred years. Nine lion heads have been hungry for a hundred years. Once they open their mouths, what kind of power should they have? He didn't know it himself. He stood on the Bank of the quicksand River and roared at the thundering clouds.