Beyond the Divine States

Ten thousand demon city is filled with rainstorm, but in the rosefinch dreamland, it is full of fire.

The dreamland is boundless, and the smoke and dust fill the whole field. They are illuminated by the peacock's tail feathers on the ninth day, and emit orange light.

In the light, the rough surface of the rocks piled up with limestone is exposed from time to time, and they crumble with the footprints of Peacock King Ming.

After a shelter of rocks, Zhao xianger leaned against the wall and closed his eyes slightly. Even though he tried to cover up his breath, his chest still couldn't help undulating violently.

She looked at the blood oozing from her black clothes, clenched her teeth, and turned her spirit to recover. The sound of Peacock King Ming trampling on the rock is constantly ringing behind her. She doesn't even use her strength to know the sea. She can tell the distance only by the sound.

Zhao xianger, holding the sword of the red umbrella, rolled past like an electric current of pain. His body, wrapped in the tight clothes, kept shivering.

She slightly raised her head and looked at the huge peacock... What kind of monster is this? How can this kind of thing be killed?

Zhao xianger has been fighting it for a day and a night.

But in addition to cutting off a few pieces of Peacock King Ming's feathers, she failed to leave any substantial damage.

It's hard to imagine that what she is facing is the peacock who has been made into a puppet. If the peacock really survives and is still at the peak, how desperate the enemy on the opposite side will be.

Peacock screen feather big Zhang, above inlaid nine sun like eyes, with its body rotation, together sweeping around.

It's getting closer to itself.

The limestone behind her keeps exploding, and Zhao xianger has no time to wait for her injury to recover. She holds up her red umbrella, exposes her figure, and plunders forward.

Out of the limestone that moment, peacock king will lock her.

The nine wheels of sun on the color screen are in full bloom, and golden arrows emerge from it, searching for Zhao xianger's past.

The arrow skimmed through the red orange dust, separated the smoke waves, and in a flash drew the distance between the two people close to Zhao xianger's back.

Zhao xianger's body lit up a phoenix fire. When the golden arrow was about to touch her, she pressed her toes to the ground, tensed and jumped straight into the sky.

The golden arrows exploded below, and several of them turned around to chase them.

Zhao xianger holds an umbrella in the air and faces the arrow. The arrow presses on the surface of the umbrella and pushes her to a higher place until it hits the wall of the air.

If the air wall is the sky, the girl is bending her knees, holding an umbrella against the arrow, standing upside down and stepping on the sky.

She stares at the peacock Ming Wang, guessing the position of its weakness.

After the Peacock King Ming locked Zhao Xiang'er's position, he also fluttered his wings and flew. Zhao Xiang'er started to know the sea and accurately captured his action. When he came towards him, Zhao Xiang'er suddenly half closed his red umbrella, and the arrow slipped over the slope of the red umbrella, and then narrowly wiped away from Zhao Xiang'er. When the arrow hit the air wall, Zhao Xiang'er pushed his legs and dived down.

The red umbrella blows away the fire, and the girl cuts the peacock's pupil with her sword.

The two figures draw close, and the fireworks touch the jade.

The flames burst into flames.

The Peacock King Ming retreats slightly and shakes his head vigorously. Zhao xianger stabs the peacock's body with a sword and nails herself on its head. She squats down and reaches out her hand at the same time. Jiuyu flies out of her body and turns into a black blade.

Holding the sword, the girl leaped again and turned over in the air. She threw the sword out of her hand and shot it at the peacock's pupil like a dart.

In her dream, the scripture she learned is Daogu Taiyin shenjuan.

This divine scroll contains countless ancient Taoist dharmas, which not only makes Zhao xianger's past all Taoist dharmas perfect, but also makes her have a keen perception beyond understanding.

She can see the real track of every attack of Peacock King Ming by her eyes, and even the flow direction of every feather.

Like the moon overlooking the world, everything is delicate.

It is also by virtue of this that she can fight with the Peacock King Ming under such a huge power gap.

This pair of eyes of Taiyin, which had been cultivated the day after tomorrow, was enough for her to stab a willow leaf with her flying sword.

The nine feather sword penetrates the bird's pupil precisely.

Zhao xianger didn't have time to be happy, so he saw that the Peacock King Ming exploded his pupils and opened the nine feather blade. After the pupil is broken, a brand-new eye condenses out from the flesh and blood, as good as ever!

Its body is like an immortal body, which can't be killed at all.

The peacock gave a long cry.

Zhao xianger's petite body was overturned.

On the peacock screen, the scorching sun sends out a golden arrow to shoot at Zhao xianger's falling direction.

When Peacock King Ming was alive, what he was good at was Fayin and Zhenyan. At the moment, although it could not change back into human form, Fayin Zhenyan had been deeply engraved into the mind, and even no words had to follow the Dharma. As long as he wanted to "kill the enemy", the corresponding Zhenyan or Fayin would be activated.

When Zhao xianger falls, wings of fire emerge behind her, holding her falling figure.

She was still thinking about the way to fight back. When she looked back, she found that the limestone under her feet had arched up layer upon layer, forming a large array, which trapped her in it.

People can not breathe under the offensive, Zhao xianger was nearly exhausted, now is besieged.

I really want to sleep... Zhao Xiang'er's sword is hanging, her jade neck is slightly low, her white skin is not bloody, her hair is hanging on her forehead, her lips are like pearls, reflecting the flame, and her eyes are still clear, but they are also mixed with the color of hopelessness and reluctance.

It's not the first time she's been in this situation. At the beginning, she even looked at death as if she were home.

But this is the first time that she has been alone in such a situation... It's reasonable to say that without the burden, she should be more proficient in her own sword, but why can't she help looking to her side. She thinks she is not married by Lu. She should not be a person who has too much dependence on her children's love.

Well... It's all because of that absurd dream.

In her body, the original divinity has occupied the dominant position, gradually replacing the part that belonged to human in the past. But this covetous dream brought her back a little bit, and turned her back into a girl who looked at the sunset in the imperial city.

People are always vulnerable, even she is no exception.

In the face of the enemy, Zhao xianger's absence was only an instant. She immediately picked herself up and opened her umbrella to hold the sword.

He has the blood of rosefinch. How can he lose to this beast?

Ning Changchang has so many debts. What's green face, fangs, eternal unity, you are my sword? What's more, the stupid sister of Siming, who dares to challenge herself again and again, must teach her a lesson, eh? And Lu Jiajia, let her take a good look at Ning Changchang. Is that what she thinks? Hum, I owe you a beating!

In a word... We must kill it.

The Peacock King Ming comes again, and the limestone array has been set up. Zhao xianger opens the eyes of the sun, bites his red lips, and says in a deep voice, "the world."

……

In ancient lingzong, there is no cloud in the sky and the lake wind is quiet.

The second sword match has begun.

Ning Xiaoling is eating fish kebabs by the lake and looking at the lake wholeheartedly. Fish King learned the lesson of the last time and hid in the cave to eat fish and watch the play.

The snow shadow of Lu Jiajia sways on the lake, like a snow lotus, and her long black hair flutters like a gauze, which makes Ning Xiaoling's heart shake.

On the other side, Liu junzhuo is still able to wear a sword. She looks like a picture and a sword. She is heroic. Although her figure is not as good as Lu Jiajia's, she is also well proportioned.

The leaves of the willow branch in her hand had been cut off in the last battle. She held it like a whip.

This makes Liu junzhuo more handy.

Liu junzhuo waved the thin willow like a whip and said with a smile: "in the sword Pavilion, when I teach younger martial sister No.14, I will break a willow like this. Younger martial sister will not dare to go out. I never thought that this little girl was so unruly and dared to compete with Miss Lu for her husband. After I go, I will teach her a good lesson."

Lu Qijia was annoyed by her heart killing words yesterday, but today she has done a good job in psychological construction and is very peaceful.

"No need to teach." Lu Jiajia said lightly: "the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. If you want to teach her, it's better to draw 30 boards first."

Liu junzhuo's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "you can't judge your appearance. When I first met Miss Lu, I thought I was a dignified and elegant fairy. I didn't want to be so smart."

Lu Jiajia chuckled and was not surprised. She held the sword in one hand and took it in the other. Then she said, "compared with Mr. two, I think she is dignified and elegant."

Liu junzhuo holds the sword tightly. When she looks at Lu's temperament, she always has the illusion of looking at her eldest martial sister, which gives her inexplicable psychological pressure.

Hum, it's just a purple court. Why do you have the temperament of elder martial sister? This girl must be too hypocritical and good at disguise.

She made up her mind that she would not keep her hand today, and that she would use the wicker whip to whip the land.

Liu junzhuo said, "I hope Miss Lu's sword is as hard as your mouth."

The voice just fell. Without waiting for Lu to ridicule himself, Liu junzhuo had already made a sword.

On the surface of the lake, between them, the hurricane is like a pair of scissors, cutting the surface of the lake like cloth, revealing the dark water behind. Liu Jun stands in the same place, embracing the willow branches, stepping on the water, and looking at the sun. Her figure gradually becomes empty, as if standing on the lake, as if it were just a shadow.

Lu Jiajia lowered her head and looked at the waterfall like vertical depression of the water curtain. I can't believe that this is the degree that zitingjing can achieve.

But her heart is not confused.

She opens her eyes and stares at where Liu junzhuo is. She knows that all the illusions that the sword evolves are fake. In a real duel, only the sword is real. She just needs to see the sword clearly and cut it off.

Liu junzhuo is still standing quietly. She looks at the sun in the sky and doesn't move.

Lu Jia suddenly noticed something wrong.

Her eyes did not dare to leave Liu junzhuo's hand holding the sword, but her divine sense expanded. She found that she had been imprisoned in a field unconsciously, surrounded by iron walls and copper walls, and her divine sense could not be detected.

What's more terrible is that when Lu Jiajia turns her divine consciousness upward, she finds that the sky is dark, and only one sun is still bright - she seems to be in a bottle, and that sun is the light from the bottle mouth.

life of leisure?

The most famous space Taoism in the world is the heaven and earth in the sleeve and the sun and moon in the pot. Liu junzhuo is not only skillful in this, but also superb in Taking heaven and earth for his own use.

It's too late for Lu to react. She can't be distracted. She can only stand like a rock and wait for Liu junzhuo's sword.

Here comes Liu junzhuo's sword.

In Lu's eyes, Liu junzhuo begins to draw his sword.

Her speed of drawing the sword is very slow. The light on the blade changes from dark to bright, and from bright to dark. Lu Jiajia stares at it as if watching the sun rise and the moon fall. However, the sword seems to be infinitely long and can never be pulled out. Liu junzhuo is not in a hurry, and man droops his head. With this continuous skill of drawing the sword, Lu Jiajia's mind will be dragged down a little bit.

What she drew was her own sword and the soul of Lu's marriage.

If Lu wants to close her eyes, she can't help staring at her. But once she looks at her partner, she can't help falling into the illusion of her partner drawing a sword. be in a dilemma.

If we go on like this, we will lose without fighting.

As soon as Lu's sword eyes coagulated, ripples suddenly appeared at her feet.

She took a step forward and chose to take the initiative.

Liu junzhuo looks slightly different, but she smiles and says: "there are many flaws... I can't bear it."

But Lu's sword is also a cover, just to break the rhythm of Liu junzhuo's absolute initiative.

Liu junzhuo is not deceived, but she doesn't want to drag him down so slowly. The sword of the sword Pavilion is about being resolute and resolute.

When Lu's figure moves, Liu junzhuo's sword comes.

Lu Jiajia realized that the spirit of the sword was at the extreme, and she met the sword with her feeling.

But she stabbed it out.

When Lu Jiajia opened her eyes again, in Liu junzhuo's pot world, there were endless swords. They were like endless waves composed of countless swords, one wave higher than the other.

This is a sword made of thousands of swords.

Lu Jia wanted to cut the sea of swords apart from blocking it. But if people can cut open a wave, how can they cut open the real sea?

The continuous sword meaning is like a long melody with ancient rhyme. It goes around the beam for three thousand turns.

Lu Jiajia frowns. She looks at the flickering light in front of her eyes in the dark, unable to determine Liu junzhuo's position. She feels that the other person will come from the front, the side, or the back... But she has no time to resist because of the continuous sword.

Her mouth was numb with shock, and the sword Qi of protecting her body was cracked. When her strength reached the limit, the blood in her chest fluctuated, and the external pressure and internal pain made her face like gold paper.

This is the gap between her and wudaojian's cultivation level... She even gave birth to the idea that she hoped Liu junzhuo would give up as soon as possible and let herself lose directly.

In the dark, Liu junzhuo holds the sword and smiles. She deliberately influences the other party's mind and kills his fighting spirit. This is pure pressure from the Tao.

When the time is right, Liu junzhuo stabs her in the back. A simple sword.

Lu Jiajia is still trapped in the endless waves of the sword, like an island alone against thunderstorms, and has no time to turn back to defense.

It's a sword that can't be defeated.

It's at this moment that changes happen.

In the lake, a red shadow suddenly appeared, which leaped out of the water like a koi, but its fins were longer.

It's common for fish to jump on the water, but it's just like this. Liu junzhuo's endless sword idea appears a crack. Lu Jiajia's eyes brighten up and makes a quick decision. He bravely puts out his sword, like cutting off the water. He cuts the lingering sword idea along the disharmonious crack.

Liu junzhuo frowned, wondering how fish could get into his pot.

But her sword has been out, can't help but change, still according to the original track stab to the land married.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword started, and the light of the sword illuminated the faces of both sides in the darkness.

Lu Jiajia has turned around. She stares at Liu junzhuo coldly and intercepts her willow branch. After all, the willow branch is wood. She is cut in two by this sword.

The sky in the pot is broken.

The darkness fades and the sun sets.

On the secluded Moon Lake, although the white clothes of Lu's wife were wet by the lake water, they reflected all the ways of sunlight, and were even more like the son of God.

Liu junzhuo holds the broken willow, bows her head and says nothing. Her sword clothes are not stained with water, but she looks so embarrassed.

"You

What kind of fish is this? " Liu junzhuo doesn't understand.

Where does Lu Jiajia know, but she doesn't want to investigate. She was too depressed when she took the sword. Now she just wants to kill each other's heart. Lu Jiajia expresses her heart: "the people here are outstanding. You can break the willow branch into a sword. Why can't I break the situation? I'm in the right place at the right time. What can you do? Sword Pavilion... No more

With that, Lu turned and left.

Ning Xiaoling holds her face in her little paw and looks at master's figure, thinking that not all bad women can bully master.

Liu Jun stands in the same place and covers her chest. Her heart of the sword, which has already reached its perfection, keeps singing, and her body can't help shivering... It's an emotion I haven't had for many years.

"Marry Lu!" Liu Jun chides.

"Well?" Lu Jia stops and turns slightly.

Liu junzhuo's eyes were fanatical and said, "at this time tomorrow, with the last sword, I will do my best to fight without mercy. I hope Miss Lu will be more patient. Don't blame me."

Lu Jiajia nodded, feeling that she could not lose her momentum, and then said coldly, "your apprentice Liu Xiwan was defeated by Ning Changchang. After tomorrow, you two masters and apprentices will be defeated."

……

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Wanyao city.

The torrential rain never stopped.

Siming leaned against the stone wall, slightly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the cave.

From time to time, the lightning lights up, making everything in front of us a black silhouette.

The golden winged Mirs stand outside the cave. The golden feathers on their wings have faded, and the thick blood that cannot be washed clean by the rain is flowing in between. The gray and white feathers on his back neck are scattered, and the flesh and blood under his armor can vaguely see the white bones. Under the red crow mask, which has been cut into half, is a half old face full of scars.

After the arrival of Baize, jiulingyuansheng has no time to pay attention to them.

The seriously injured golden winged Dapeng didn't stop to have a rest even though he had broken countless bones. He knew that the silver haired woman's injury was several times more serious than him. He had to find them at the first time and snatch Jinwu. Only in this way could he win.

Although it took more than an hour, fortunately, I finally found

Golden winged Mirs looked at the broken young man in white and said, "hand over Jinwu, I will spare your life. I don't want to kill you. Jiuling Yuansheng is our common enemy."

Ning long did not speak, he looked at the woman behind him.

Siming was lying feebly, her eyes flashed a sense of obliteration, but she was crushed by tiredness. There was no ice in her eyes, which showed rare clarity and brightness. The slender and graceful body was no longer like a sword, but like a black-and-white ancient painting, just wanted to be treasured.

"Have a good rest and don't move." Ning Long's voice is a little hoarse.

Siming gave a gentle hum.

Golden winged Mirs asked: "you and she are master and servant?"

Ning did not speak for a long time, but directly called Jinwu.

Golden winged Mirs did not expect the other party to be so cheerful. He said with a sharp smile: "originally, when you held treasure and respected yourself, you didn't want to save the woman who would become a useless person. It seems that I underestimated you."

Ning Changjiu put his hand into the gold and drew out a sword.

That's Yu Lei Jian.

On this day, Yu Lei was hammered and forged in the kingdom of gold and black God, and he became close to the sword again.

He drew out his sword and stood up from the not spacious cave. His murderous eyes stared at the golden winged Mirs and said solemnly, "we live and die together. It's not your turn to point out."

The golden winged Mirs stare at him coldly, and the demon pupil blooms a frightening red light.

In an instant, all the surrounding temperatures dropped sharply, and the torrential rain turned into debris of ice and snow.

Ning long took off his outer clothes.

He put his clothes on the cold simang and said in a soft voice, "Xueer, wait for me to come back."

He wanted to call her like this all the time, but he didn't have the courage to do so. Now that life and death are hard to predict, he has no scruples.

Xueer... If on weekdays, Siming's fist has already met her, but now Ning Changjiu's words are very serious, without any flirtation, just like making an agreement with her.

Then... Let's settle it later.

Siming responded and said, "live."

When her voice fell, the golden winged Mirs were already angry, and the broken golden feather burned up again. Although his injury was far more serious than Ning long, he was once the top five demons. At this moment, even if his ribs were broken and the sea of Qi was exhausted, he was definitely a tough opponent.

I'd rather not be afraid for a long time.

"Get out of here." He looked up in a low voice.

The golden pupil reflects the shadow of the golden winged Mirs.

At the moment when the golden winged Mirs put out his sword, he got up boldly, rushed through the rock cave with the barrier in his hand, and carried his sword hard with Shura's body and ran into his arms.

Boom!

The scarred chest of golden winged Mirs was hit by him, but he really dragged them out.

He opened his wings, forced to drag his body, turned his palm back, held a golden feather, and stabbed at Ning Changchang's back.

Ning didn't stop it for a long time.

He did not intend to drag on with the other side, but directly chose to trade injury for injury.

He knew that although the realm of the golden winged Mirs was high, there was only one line to the real collapse. Even if he had ten thousand swords in his body, he would push the golden winged Mirs across the line of death.

Hiss in, the blood flower explodes in the rain.

Both of them run through each other's bodies at the same time.

Golden winged Mirs take a sharp claw, want to hook his throat, rather long catch the mirror water moon to avoid this claw, and then call out Jinwu, directly stab him in the eye.

The golden winged Mirs are shocked. They explode the power of spirit and shake their wings to retreat. Ning Long's figure was lifted by the waves, the two bodies separated, the sword also pulled out from each other's bodies. Ning long holds the Yu base stained with blood. The blood on the sword is washed away by the rainstorm, and the blade is like a bright mirror. Golden winged Mirs staring at him, suddenly stretched out Eagle like claws, hit a loud finger. There was no response. The golden winged ROC frowned, and the face under the red crow mask was full of doubts. Ning Changchang took out a golden rope from his arms while repairing the wound with the power of time“ Are you looking for this? " Ning long said so, released his hand and threw it down the cliff. He had already realized that the gold rope was the treasure of the golden winged Mirs. If it was left on him, it would probably become a sword to stab himself. So he had thrown it into the golden cloud to erase the mark left by Mirs. Golden winged Mirs looked at the magic weapon falling like a dead snake. They were stunned for a while and suddenly laughed“ Good... Very good, Jinwu... The holy instrument left by the saint is just a bow... I see. You are my opponent who has been waiting for hundreds of years! " Three thousand years ago, the nine golden crowns in the sky were shot by the gods with arrows. Is today also the time for him to pull out his bow and shoot at the sun? Electricity and thunder are still jumping in the sky. In the long air, they confront each other, and all their intrigues are annihilated. The fate of the future is entrusted to the cold blade in their hands.