Beyond the Divine States

The waves of the quicksand River beat the shore and roared like thunder.

Ning Long's eyes, the world full of rainstorms, at the moment of Jiuling Yuansheng's appearance, began to really agitate.

Under the dark thunder clouds, the whole world is like a twisted lightning, calling for the arrival of jiulingyuansheng.

In Ning Long's heart, the sound of Jin Wu's police suddenly makes his heart tremble.

The ominous premonition stretches like darkness. He stares at the big demon and wants to stop it. But at the moment, they are far away. With his realm, they can't do anything.

The lion's nine heads were raised.

Ning long behind, the outer city is close at hand, but he did not have any hesitation, directly turn around, toward the direction of Liusha River, even if the mantis pawn the car.

In the sky, the two people who are still struggling are also acutely aware of the crisis below.

Even though they are the five peaks of their spiritual power, they can hardly endure the consumption of such fighting.

The exhaustion of spiritual power is the second. After all, the spiritual power of thousands of miles around us is surging here. They are like a sword, which is inexhaustible in the hands of the decisive battle. But in the fierce battle, the recovery of the injury is slow, the old injury is not healed and new injury is added, and the powerful body of the gods will be dragged down sooner or later.

After the sundial was launched, simang got the upper hand in the whole process, but the golden winged Mirs also made many strange moves and exerted their full power. In addition, the Ruyi wutie staff's ability to reach heaven never really failed.

The hurricane sword in Siming's hand had already dissipated. In order to make a quick decision, she directly refined the thunder slurry in the cloud into a sword and held it in her hand. The sword, with gold as its bone, is flowing purple electricity and green frost, emitting the hissing sound of electric current vibration.

It is a tyrant's blade, though not as flexible as the wind blade, but more powerful and pure.

In the long air, they stood opposite each other. When they wanted to fight again, the dark cloud below suddenly began to sink slowly.

The black robe of Siming danced wildly, and the bright yellow arc was stirring all over.

Her eyes immediately turned to the bottom.

"What's the matter?" Siming stared at the falling cloud surface like the lake water and said to himself in doubt.

The golden winged Mirs are covered with blood. His eagle claws are clasping the magic wand, and the demon pupil is staring at the bottom.

He was more familiar with this kind of breath and power. Although the idea was incredible, it was the only possibility - jiulingyuansheng started!

That stone lion... How can it be?!

A great sense of crisis enveloped their hearts. The earth shaking battle was forced to stop. They were both experienced in many battles. Without hesitation, they immediately rose up and swept away in a completely different direction.

But Jiuling Yuansheng has already spoken.

Its mouth opened like a boa constrictor to an incredible degree, its cold and white tusks and sharp teeth showed, and its scarlet tongue trembled like lightning among the sharp teeth.

Its body is towering and towering, like a mountain on a quicksand River, blocking the river.

Ning looked at this scene from a distance for a long time. He had the illusion that as long as jiulingyuansheng made a little sound, the whole world would be difficult to maintain and swallowed by it.

One is a lion's roar.

The eight poems are like drinking from the river.

Swallowing is about to begin.

His target is not Wanyao City, but Siming and jinwinged Mirs in the battle.

This is the moment he has been waiting for for for a hundred years.

The ten thousand demon formula he understood is more powerful than the golden winged Mirs. Like the golden winged Mirs, he can easily obtain the realm and ability of the devoured, but he doesn't even have to be persistent in devouring the same kind as the golden winged Mirs.

What's more, he and the golden winged Mirs are of the same kind - the same kind in power.

At that time, under the Enlightenment of sages, ten thousand demons were too united and generous. In addition, they did not drink or eat for a hundred years, which made golden winged Mirs completely put down their guard. But in the world of power struggle, the competition between the same kind for the origin is endless, engraved into the blood and bone marrow... This should not be forgotten by the golden winged Mirs.

Ning Changchang came to the edge of Liusha River, and the lion's roar finally broke out.

It was a low, majestic voice. At first, it didn't sound very loud, but once it was heard, it was like a mighty wind. It couldn't last for thousands of miles.

The world is quiet.

All the voices were swept away by the roar of the lion, which had been silent for a hundred years.

The roar of the lion is loud and invisible, but it shatters the battlefield between simang and jinwinged Mirs. The cracked clouds fell one after another and poured into his mouth. The heavy rain rolled back, the rivers flowed back, and the night clouds became thinner and thinner. The power of Jiuling Yuansheng at this moment has already surpassed the peak of Wudao.

The figures of Siming and golden winged Mirs were also shocked by the roar of lions.

The whole world is like a bag of heaven and earth, which covers them tightly. The frightening sound wave is an invisible sword that hits the heart. This sword has been honed for more than a hundred years, and it is so rotten that it can break the spine of God.

The golden winged Mirs swing the magic wand with all their strength, and the continuous shadow of the wand is like a shield in front of them.

Without hesitation, simang summoned the sundial again, and the white shadow of the moon expanded rapidly.

But they all went through a long time of fighting, caught off guard, where the enemy has been jiulingyuansheng hundred years of planning.

Simang had expected that if the rest of the demon kings took action, she would be able to escape from the two five peaks. At the beginning, she thought that she was sure, but now, she found that she underestimated jiulingyuansheng. He was more powerful than jinwinged Mirs, more than a little bit?

Bang! Bang!

The two bangs were made at the same time.

The iron bar vibrated, showing a sharp face, and was almost hit back to the original. Because the sundial had been used once, its strength was greatly reduced, and it was also broken by the roar of the lion.

The sound wave is invisible, but it is a heavy blow to destroy the body. Even if the divine robe has buffered a lot of strength, simang still has a sweet throat and spits out a big mouthful of blood.

Jiulingyuansheng sits like a stone Buddha, and the other eight begin to devour.

Siming and Jinyi Dapeng are unable to escape, and their figures are pulled back one after another.

Division destiny turns authority to resist bitterly, she stretches out a hand, plan to condense a sword afresh, cut this boundless net.

But she couldn't catch anything.

All around her, wind and cloud, thunder and fire, all the material and elements are evacuated, leaving her alone and struggling to support.

Without a sword is not the most dangerous thing.

The most important thing is that the aura around is also absorbed.

Without the supply of aura, her sea of Qi is as vast as a sea. Under such a sharp consumption, it will be evaporated sooner or later.

Jiulingyuansheng has accumulated a hundred years of vomit and acceptance, and the power of mountain and sea has exceeded everyone's expectation.

The golden winged Mirs are strongly supported by this once fixed sea god needle, but this is not the sea, but the turbulent undercurrent is endless. He does not have a tacit understanding with Ruyi wutie divine stick. Now under the great pressure, the sound of his broken bones rings from time to time, and the divine stick in his hand is also being quickly beaten back to its original shape.

Jiuling Yuansheng now focuses on swallowing, standing still.

Ning has been outside Liusha river for a long time. He looks at the back of the demon king, who is far more powerful than himself. Without saying a word, he runs straight to his back. He tries his best to do something to stop his next move.

The gold body of Shura is attached to the body, and the killing style of Tianyu sword Sutra is instantly condensed. He steps across the river, imagining that he has a sword in his hand, which is unique in the world.

Golden black tears the night

It lightens the back of Jiuling Yuansheng like lightning. Ning long runs across the river with such faith. He uses all his strength and jumps up until he is even with Jiuling Yuansheng. Then he stabs his sword at the back of Jiuling Yuansheng's neck.

It's his best shot. It should have been fantastic.

But there is a big gap between them.

There was a low hum.

Ning Long's sword stopped in front of his back neck, but the lion's mane was more like countless swords, which devoured his sword light in an instant. The wind of the sword came, and ten thousand swords ate his body. Ning Long's Shura body was pierced in an instant, and blood flew wildly.

Pain into the flesh and blood, stimulate the whole body shudder, rather long watched his heart at random to a sword was erased, heart like a knife.

In the pain, he raised his head and looked up.

In the sky, simang and golden winged Mirs, who had gone through a deadly battle, were also hard to support. They fell like meteors towards the mouth of jiulingyuansheng.

Ning long clenched his teeth. Although the sword was exhausted, he suddenly stretched out his palm and continued to stab the back neck of Jiuling Yuansheng.

The mane of a sword pierces the back of the palm.

With his current cultivation, it's extremely difficult to break the defense of jiulingyuansheng. He thought about the bell and wanted to speak. But in the roar of the lion, all the voices were swallowed, and he was no exception.

Ning long stares at Si Ming's falling figure.

He can't help but shudder... This is more terrible than his own death, just as Xiang'er was under the control of Mrs. Bai Gu at the beginning, and Lu Jiajia and Jiu Ying were all covered in blood.

He couldn't stand the process.

In his body, Daogu's pure Yang God roll burns again, and his blood boils with it. Instead of using any moves, he uses his body as a sword and directly bumps into the wanjian made of jiulingyuansheng's mane.

Jiulingyuansheng can feel, even give birth to a trace of fear, but he knows better, this is still useless impulse. He didn't take it for long.

Golden winged Mirs fall first. He is engulfed by the mouth of jiulingyuansheng. His tusks are closed, and the sound of bone fracture is like thousands of firecrackers.

Siming followed closely.

Her power is constantly starting, and her figure shuttles through the overlapping universe, but she can't stop the process of being swallowed.

Siming no longer tried to stop him.

She stares at Jiuling Yuansheng, and with the help of his power of swallowing, she also uses her body as a sword and cuts at Jiuling Yuansheng's mouth. This scene is similar to lady Bai's sword cutting City, but the power of the two is not the same.

After simang made this decision, jiulingyuansheng was slightly surprised, and he didn't dare to take risks. When simang was near, he took the initiative to smash the silver light with his fist, trying to cut it off and swallow it after smashing it.

There was a loud bang.

The two collide.

Everything around was instantly overturned, trees, rivers, mountains and rocks, everything was smashed, and the flat and open battlefield was instantly swept out.

Siming gave him a fight.

Jiulingyuansheng's body kept shaking, as if the mountain was about to collapse, but Siming's figure was also knocked out, and it was only a hundred feet down that he could stand still.

In the previous impact, Ning Changjiu was also shaken back into the quicksand River. He got up from the muddy river bed, and the river that had been shaken back rolled back, drowning his body. He was tired after running all day. Now his strength was exhausted, and his body was unstable, and he was almost washed down by the current.

When he pulled himself up from the current, the nine heads of the nine spirit Yuansheng were all aimed at the location of simang, and the second roar was about to break out.

All of a sudden, a golden light flashed, straight to the nine spirit Yuan Sheng's head.

Ruyi wutie staff!

As the river flows back, there is the figure of the golden winged Mirs. He comes out with a stick. The incomplete map of the great sun Buddha Kingdom and the Yanghuang cangyu sword are cut down together!

Jiulingyuansheng's face is slightly different. He wakes up and eats it himself. It turns out that it's just the outer body of the golden winged Mirs. His real body sneaks into the water quietly. When he's absorbed in it, he suddenly launches an attack.

No matter how seriously injured, golden winged Dapeng is also one of the four demon kings who are known in the world together with jiulingyuansheng. In his fury, thunderbolt's all army's first strike, even jiulingyuansheng didn't choose to join him.

He opened the iron umbrella.

When the iron bar collides with the iron umbrella, the black iron umbrella frame trembles together. In the sound of steel, several golden flames explode between the bar and the umbrella, becoming the only shining light in the dark world.

During the fight, jiulingyuansheng hit the chest of Dapeng Yaosheng. The golden winged Dapeng vibrated his wings. His body turned over a few times in the air and staggered to stop. He was seriously injured, and the iron in his hand also lost its luster.

Golden winged Mirs difficult to climb up, staring at jiulingyuansheng, scared voice asked: "you actually... Hide from me so long?"

Jiulingyuansheng raised his umbrella and showed the lion's dignified face, which was like pouring steel under the heavy rain.

Jiulingyuansheng said in a deep voice: "the city of ten thousand demons will collapse and the sage will die. You are not depressed and do nothing. I don't want to accompany you! The saying that you have become a Buddha is just a fool's dream. Even if you become a Buddha, it doesn't help. The queen of ten thousand demons is trapped in love, daydreaming, and the great demons are in decline. How can I not feel sad? You can go to death with peace of mind. After death, our power and power will blend and become stronger than Taotie several times. Kill Ke Wenzhou, break the 81 city of Zhongtu, and repeat the feat of five hundred years ago. Beat him to earth shaking! "

The golden winged Mirs ignored his enlightening remarks. He held the stick tightly and suddenly laughed and said: "I see... You are the most ambitious person! It turns out that you've been waiting for me to fight, and you've lost both sides with her... "

Jiuling Yuansheng looks at him and the silver haired woman who is quietly gathering strength in the dark.

He didn't want to talk any more. He spoke again.

The first roar is the most powerful, swallowing the clouds for a long time. Even if the second roar is a little worse, it will make the world change color.

Just as he was about to make a sound, something came from behind... It seemed to be a hidden weapon.

Jiuling Yuansheng pinches it and unfolds it. It turns out to be a bell.

In the quicksand River, Ning Changchang pulled himself up from the red sand. His white clothes were filled with sand and water, and his body was bent. He threw this bell, hoping to disturb his mind.

Jiulingyuansheng looks at the bell, showing the color of memory for a moment.

"Zhenhai Linggui... It's still alive." Jiulingyuansheng sighed and said: "thank you for sending back this news. It can always make me feel a little relieved."

Nine spirit Yuan Sheng so say, knead the bell in the hand into smash.

Although it's good for an old friend to live, he has no memory of his past. He doesn't want to be distracted to dispel this emotion.

When the bell broke, the second roar of the lion had burst.

Seven of the nine heads of jiulingyuansheng aimed at Siming.

He knew that this mysterious woman of unknown origin was far more difficult to deal with than the golden winged Mirs.

Just now, simang had a chance to escape, but her pride did not allow her to retreat. This is not a long-term intrigue with Ning, but a direct confrontation of strength. How can she allow herself to stand back in front of mortal people and demons!

The roar of the lion enveloped her in an instant.

Simang knew that although jiulingyuansheng was strong, he could get to this point mainly because of his hundred years of hard work. His roar would surely decline again and exhaust three times. If she had any strength to fight, she would have the confidence to turn defeat into victory.

But Jiuling Yuansheng didn't give her a chance to breathe.

At the same time as the roar of the lion broke out, he had a huge voice

Fists and feet also turned into a continuous shadow, a wave hit in the past, hit the air tear, loud and continuous.

The plain is open, and Siming has no place to hide. He holds a virtual sword, blocks the attack and confronts him.

After a short fight, the exhausted simang was defeated.

Ning stands in the sand river for a long time, looking at the light and shadow in front of him. He lowers his head, and the pain of his body turns into flames in his body. One after another, his purple mansion and the sea of Qi are lit up in an instant - Daogu pure Yang God is burning!

Ning long felt... The familiar power, the power he had in his previous life, and now he has been searching for it.

Jiuling Yuansheng noticed something strange behind him. One of them turned back and took a look.

Ning long distance in that realm but a line, lion roar again, abruptly interrupted his enlightenment.

In front of us, simang is hard to carry on.

She was besieged on all sides, and her body's strength was approaching the limit. She knew that she could not drag any longer, and mobilized her last strength. On the side of the murderous woman's body, the electric arc flashed, and her eyebrows and eyes were pale gold. She stretched out her hand, and a mud sword was condensed in her palm.

She claims to be clean, but at the moment, her figure is like a devil in purgatory, carrying a dirty sword, turning into a cold blade, cutting toward the location of jiulingyuansheng.

Jiuling Yuansheng looks dignified. He also mobilizes all his strength to defend.

I don't know how many times the explosion sounds like this.

The Afterword is broken.

Jiulingyuansheng's Dharma body collapsed, and his body was covered with hundreds of scars. He opened the lion's mouth, and what he saw was blood and broken teeth.

But Siming also tried her best, her body was bounced away again, smashed into the muddy river bed, and passed out in a coma.

Jiulingyuansheng gasps... This mysterious woman is powerful, which is beyond his original expectation, but it is just like this. Only after swallowing, can he really have the power of side by side gods.

He opened his bloody mouth to make a third roar.

No one has the power to fight again.

Just when everything is going to be settled, another roar of lion suddenly rings out.

That's not the roar of jiulingyuansheng.

It is so bright, and nine spirit Yuan Sheng's low majesty is completely different.

But the third lion's roar of Jiuling Yuansheng was suppressed in this way!

Jiulingyuansheng suddenly turns his head.

I don't know when a snow-white figure is standing on the quicksand River!

The white shadow is dazzling.

At first, he was in the first bend of Liusha river. In a blink of an eye, he came to the second bend. In a blink of an eye, he came to Ning Changjiu's back.

The man has white clothes, white hair and even white eyebrows. He has a calm face, clear bones and looks inhuman.

He took a look at Ning long, sighed and said, "it's a pity that it's only a little bit short."

Rather long half body are injured, in the river carrying ups and downs. He knew that someone was coming, and he even knew who it was, but instead of looking at it, he kept staring at the place where Siming had fallen into the river before.

Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the man with white clothes and white hair and said, "Baize, you're still here."

"Well, here I am," he said

Jiulingyuansheng said, "you shouldn't have come."

"It's hard to disobey a teacher's orders," he says

Jiulingyuansheng said, "when you were still studying in me, do you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors now?"

"I've already had another teacher," he said

Jiulingyuansheng said, "are you confident that you can beat me?"

Bai Ze sighed and said, "in the past, my master always made me silent. I think it's also for today's sake."

Baize said so, a nine tail white lion's Dharma phase arched behind him, like the big moon in the river.

The two lions confront each other.

It was only when the sword pulled out the crossbow that Ning long riveted the strength accumulated in his body and jumped into the half of the river behind jiulingyuansheng.

He dived into the water, opened his golden pupil and scanned the river bed.

Countless broken snails and shells smash the upper door. He follows the position in his memory and plunders down crazily. At the bottom of the quicksand River, in a huge sand hole, simang's figure slowly emerged. Ning Long's heart beat harder. He did not dare to blink. Staring at simang's still spotless face in the turbid water, he stabbed it up. He dug up the sand with both hands, dug her out and hugged her.

Siming seemed to have a sense, and her arm was lifted up along the current, encircling the person in front of her.

Rather hold her for a long time, very peace of mind, he also did not have the extra strength, just will be in the arms of the woman clamp, two people so holding, without any struggle, along the Liusha river water toward the downstream.

……

Time has passed for a long time.

Because of the dark clouds, I'd rather not know what time it is now for a long time. Holding simang's body, he slowly stood up from the rocky beach. It was dark and dust-free around him.

Ning has not been here for a long time.

He doesn't care where it is.

He gently broke away from simang's arms. The woman in his arms was still sleeping and exhausted. He wrung out his sleeves and wiped her face dry. Without saying a word, he picked up her wet body and carried it on his back.

There are many open stone beaches beside the river, so it's too easy to find footprints. Rather long to find a shelter for her healing. Previously, the one who was called Baize by jiulingyuansheng was his sixth elder martial brother. He didn't know why elder martial brother would come, and he wasn't sure whether he could beat the strongest demon in the ten thousand demon city. He was cold all over at the moment, and the sleepiness of dazzle came to his heart from time to time. It was an invisible and unstoppable sword that would defeat him at any time. But he felt the weight on his back and didn't dare to relax. Fortunately, he soon found a relatively dry cave. He killed all the bats in the cave and put simang on the stone wall. He took off simang's divine robe, ran a few powers of time, and simply dealt with the most serious injuries for her. He coughed and coughed, but he could not use the power of power. He wrung out simang's robe, burned it dry with sword fire, and put it on again for the woman. Siming's eyelids trembled, even in a coma, she was still suffering. The battle with jiulingyuansheng is too dangerous. If she didn't make up for the missing sword moves in her dream, she might be completely defeated by her opponent. I'd rather sit by my side for a long time to recuperate. He watched the rain outside and watched her quietly. About an hour later, Siming's eyelashes trembled and finally woke up slowly. Ning long hugged her and told her not to move. He looked at Siming's bloodless face. Many words of concern were still in his throat, but he heard Siming's eyebrows frown, his lips move, and his voice was a little hoarse, warning: "Xiao... Xin," Kuang Dang! Thunder and lightning cut down and illuminated the cave. Ning long staring at the ground, creepy. Just then, he saw a ferocious figure on the ground. Rather long slowly back. At the entrance of the cave, a bent shadow was bending. The other side was also scarred. He half knelt on the ground and slowly raised his head, revealing his face with only half a red crow mask“ Jinwu... I finally found you. " It's the golden winged Mirs.