Beyond the Divine States

(I really don't have time to correct the typo. I'm sorry. I didn't expect to write so much in this chapter.)

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The clear night sky of Guling Zong was suddenly covered by clouds, and the stars disappeared. Instead, it was heavy rain.

Before the time of birth, Lu's wife fell asleep and was awakened by the thunder outside the window.

She sat up from the couch in her single dress and looked sideways.

From time to time, there was electric light pouring down the paper window, and the curtains and furnishings beside the window were flashing white. Listening to the thunder and rain, she felt extreme and bad premonition.

Xiaoling is still sleeping with her body. She seems to have had some nightmares. Her petite body is trembling.

Lu Qijia lifted some quilts and went down to her bed quietly. She crossed the jade screen and came out of the window. The faint flashing light lit up her white clothes. Her head was covered with green silk, showing the color of crow green.

How could it suddenly rain

Lu Jiajia caresses her chest. Her eyebrows seem to touch the frost and tremble gently. She takes an outer garment and opens the door. Her jade feet touch the brick as cool as snow. She looks north. It's the direction of the ten thousand demon city, but she can't see anything except the heavy rain.

She always felt that she was going to lose something forever

At the beginning, she watched Ning long jump down the abyss, which was her mood.

Do I think too much, or do I say

In the sleeves hanging down like clouds, Lu Jiajia pinches the palm tightly. It is reasonable to say that although my sword heart is not perfect, it is absolutely psychic. How could it be confused by a rainstorm.

Lu Jia is standing under the eaves. Her body is tight in the snow. She is losing her mind when a woman's voice rings in her ear.

"This heavy rain is really strange."

Lu Jiajia was slightly surprised. She turned her head and saw that in the white rain, Liu junzhuo was wearing an umbrella and sword. Her figure slowly emerged in the dark rain. Although the wind was blowing, she was as vigorous as a pine and cypress.

She looked at Lu's lonely figure in the rain and said, "are you thinking about your apprentice again?"

Lu looked at her and asked, "Why are you here?"

Liu junzhuo said, "there's something wrong with the rain. I guess you'll wake up, so come and have a look."

She went to the wide eaves of Jiuyou hall and put away her umbrella. Her cool eyes were filled with water.

"What's wrong with the rain?" Lu asked

Liu junzhuo said, "I can't say it, but it's cloudless tonight. It's like the Dragon King is calling. It's just coming. It doesn't make sense."

Lu Jia sighed and asked, "don't you know the second gentleman?"

Liu junzhuo said: "I've searched the imperial swords around before, and I've visited them from high altitude. I didn't find any trace of the fluctuation of divine power. Anyway... It's strange. "

Lu Jiajia listened. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the red carp in the daytime.

Lu said: "these days, the sky is in chaos. It should not be a big deal."

Liu junzhuo looked at her side face and asked, "Si Ming and your apprentice have gone to Wanyao city?"

Lu Jia was slightly surprised: "how do you know?"

Liu junzhuo said: "you always look to the north, and there is only one city in the north. I heard that you are collecting the power of the nether world. If I expect it to be right, some power of the nether world will be left behind in the demon city?"

Lu Jia was silent for a while. She nodded her head and said, "well, Mr. two is really clever."

Liu junzhuo looked at her eyebrows and found that her face was soft at the moment. Her skin was a little bit weaker than that of the bullying frost in the thunder. She was far from being so domineering in the daytime, but I still felt sorry for her.

Lu Qijia raised her eyes, looked at Liu junzhuo seriously, and asked, "what's the matter with Mr. Er looking for me late at night?"

Liu junzhuo asked, "how is your body recovering?"

Lu married slightly doubt, way: "today a sword has not been hurt."

Looking at the pouring rain, Liu junzhuo said, "let's start the last competition ahead of time."

"Why?" she asked softly

Liu junzhuo said seriously, "because your heart of the sword is getting more and more disordered. Every hour you stand, you will lose one point."

Lu Qijia's body trembled slightly. She was seen through her mind by the other party. She pursed her lips and bowed her head and said, "I'm ok. I'm just missing. It's OK."

Liu junzhuo gave her a deep look and said, "I hope so."

"Well, I want to get some sleep." Lu gave a gift, slowly turned back and walked back to the house.

The door closed gently to keep the thunderstorm out of the way.

Liu Jun stands at the door watching the rain, but does not leave.

Summer is not yet here, but the heat is running away. Liu junzhuo has been standing at the door for half an hour, and the rain is not getting smaller. She is about to leave, but behind her, the door opens again.

She looked back and saw that Lu was standing at the door. Her black hair was messy and her long eyes were red and swollen.

Liu junzhuo puts away the umbrella to be opened and looks back at her.

Lu looked up and said seriously, "the last sword is tonight."

As Liu junzhuo said, the heart of her sword became more and more disordered in the untimely rain. She couldn't sleep at all. However, there seemed to be a surge of sword spirit in her chest. She wanted to cut off the heavy rain with one sword and couldn't breathe.

Liu junzhuo sighed softly: "you've lost another 10% chance of winning."

Lu Jia asked, "how much was it?"

Liu junzhuo gave a cool smile and said, "there is no chance of winning."

The door closed gently.

In the heavy rain, on the high cliff, the king of fish lives in the cave beside the lake, overlooking the youyue lake. In the lake, the red carp turns its body in the water, and sometimes jumps out of the water, revealing its red back.

It has a dignified look.

It doesn't know where the fish is sacred, but it knows that the heavy rain must be caused by it.

What on earth is this fish going to do?

Fish king is thinking, he saw the rain moved two umbrellas, umbrella woman's figure in the rain blurred.

It's really Lu and Liu junzhuo.

The red fish dived into the bottom of the lake quietly.

They separated on the surface of the water, and Lu Qijia slowly raised her sword.

The rain drops fall and ripple all over the lake.

……

The ripples spread in circles.

The fire is flying.

Zhao xianger, holding a sword, swept across the lake where the flames gathered in his black strong suit. At the point where his toes fell, small circles of ripples rippled open.

Peacock King Ming's head moved lightly, colorful, like the magic pupil of glazed stone beads, tracking Zhao xianger's figure.

Zhao xianger's figure kept jumping in the lake of fire. When Peacock King Ming's figure approached, she suddenly turned back and jumped up, boldly handed her sword. The light and white shadow of the sword breathed tens of feet and stabbed Peacock King Ming's neck.

Peacock King Ming looked at her coldly. He didn't even dodge. He just shook the screen and the seal of truth came out. Like the Golden Buddha fingers pressing down, they ran over the girl's place. There were golden lotus flowers everywhere.

Zhao xianger's petite body is flashing in the light of the Buddha. She is biting her teeth full of blood. Jiuyu suddenly appears under her feet. She steps on jiuyu's back and uses her strength to push through Jinying. Her body is like a nail, which is stuck on the neck of Peacock King Ming.

But before she was settled, thousands of golden lights came in droves, rain like dense hit on her.

Zhao xianger's hands crisscrossed in front of her body, and quickly mobilized her spirit to defend. But her defense was soon defeated. The peacock suddenly shook her neck, flapped her wings in the wind, and threw Zhao xianger out.

The girl's falling figure is like a black ball. She bounced on the ground several times to avoid the follow-up attack. Then she could stop. She gasped violently, her body was boiling hot, her two sleeve arms had been smashed, and her small arms were covered with dense injuries. It was too late for her to recover, and she was still bleeding. Along the lines of her palm, she was dripping from the tip of the red umbrella.

One day, she almost ran out of oil and the lamp died.

Previously, when she started the world and brought Peacock King Ming into it at the critical moment, she thought the key point was coming, but the result was far beyond her expectation. In her world, Peacock King Ming flew out easily.

The legend turns out to be true. At the beginning, there was a Buddha who trapped him with three thousand worlds. The peacock wandered too empty, broke the three thousand worlds, and finally swallowed the Buddha!

The power of pressing the bottom of the box was easily cracked. If the girl broke her arm, she fell into a hopeless struggle.

Her spiritual power almost evaporated in the long battle, and her injuries slowed her down. The pain brought her constant fatigue. Many times when she put out the sword, she even fell into a trance and almost fell asleep.

Is he going to die here? Zhao Xiang'er looks up slightly, his picturesque eyebrows are cold, and his blood drips down from his hair. He slides across his porcelain white face and drips down from his thin chin.

The scars all over her body are potential knives. When the injuries reach the limit, they will burst out together, turn into thousands of cuts, and send her to hell.

The peacock's seal of truth is coming again, and the nine wheels of sun on the screen are even more blazing.

Zhao xianger dodged in a thrilling way.

The speed of Fayin was faster, and it hit her on the back accurately.

Zhao xianger was hit solidly, and her body flew out, breaking several pillars of rock ash. She struggled to pull up from the smoke. The arrow of the hot sun stabbed again, and the surrounding air was burned and twisted. Even if she opened the umbrella, her body was still hit again, smashed into the rock ash, and blood splashed.

She got up with difficulty. The seal of truth words and Dharma came down like rain. The peafowl's cry was like human beings and demons. Between her brain, there seemed to be a pair of scissors piercing and stirring. In the broken flesh and blood, the devil twisted out and gave out a sharp laugh.

Zhao xianger recites the secret of meditation and suppresses these illusions. Her slender eyelashes are covered with blood, and it's hard to open them. Her body can't avoid them. Once again, she is hit by the rain like truth and hits the wall of the air.

There's no way back.

Zhao xianger coughed blood, and her hand could hardly hold the sword. In the dust, Peacock King Ming held his head high, like a grand hall. It came slowly, and the earth vibrated with its feet. The feeling of oppression was almost despairing.

Zhao xianger couldn't see the peacock king clearly in her trembling eyelashes. In her eyes, only nine big suns were approaching.

On the ninth

She suddenly remembered the legend of Dayi shooting on the 9th

no No, it's not Dayi shooting at the sun, but... An idea suddenly flashed in Zhao xianger's mind. According to legend, the golden winged Mirs have two unique skills: the picture of the Buddhist kingdom of Dayi and the sword of Yanghuang cangyu.

There are gods, demons and people in the picture of the kingdom of Buddha, and the number of cangyu swords is also nine! Each demon has a sword.

It's a special move of golden winged Mirs against Peacock King Ming!

The magic is nine, the sword is nine, why nine?!

Lax light condenses in the pupil again. She looks at the sun on the peacock's screen and immediately understands that maybe the nine scorching sun is the real weakness of Peacock King Ming.

In the past, she always felt that weaknesses were usually hidden in secret places and heavily protected. And these nine scorching Suns are too conspicuous and too powerful. There are nine more. It is impossible to break through them all. To attack them is like playing with fire.

But isn't this one of the blind areas of thinking?

But what can that do?

Zhao xianger opens her hand and jiuyu calls out again. With the change of her understanding of the sea, she turns into a black bow.

The black bow has no strings.

She stretched out her slender fingers to build an invisible string. The light tremor of the string is fed back to the fingertips.

The surrounding fire quieted down. Zhao xianger opened one eye and the sun attached to it. Jiuyu's string is raised, and in the buzzing trembling sound, the surrounding flames are miraculously calmed down, and the color of the firelight is faded. As she bends her fingers, the firelight arrow is on the line!

Jiuyu seems to be aware of the danger and stops.

Zhao xianger pulls the bow to the extreme.

The arrow tore through the air and shot at the middle sun.

But this is not an arrow of hope, but an arrow of real despair.

The arrow hummed to a halt outside the scorching sun, crumbling inch by inch and falling as ashes.

Zhao xianger looked at the scene from a distance, his arms drooping feebly.

Her realm is too low after all

The peacock is only tens of feet away from her.

She wanted to draw the sword, but found that in the previous battle, the sword had been knocked down and fell into the lake of fire. The red umbrella is so empty that it can't protect her for long.

It's all coming to an end.

The blood on the girl's beautiful face is magical.

Zhao xianger wanted to recall his life conventionally and then welcome his death. But she found that she was only 19 years old, and there was not much memory in her life.

It's nothing more than a young banyan tree, the rain in the imperial city at the age of 16, the red moon in Linhe City, all kinds of things in the three-year appointment and the unfinished wedding

And that dream is both true and false.

This is life, short as a season.

Peacock stopped figure, but not gave birth to pity, but want to use the most grand means to end the battle.

In front of its body, the Dharma disk is like a wheel, which reverses and moves, and a green plume emerges from it.

Peacock feather.

This is the real peacock feather!

It's a legendary weapon in the world. It's only connected with death. It's a must kill arrow.

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Rainstorm, thunder and lightning, muddy and slippery stone steps, trees blown by strong wind, and everything black and close to the pupil.

This is all Ning can see for a long time.

Although his body was not as dry as the lamp, his spiritual power almost reached the bottom. Even so, he still insisted on dividing a part to block the rain for Sima Ming.

"Don't sleep... You are on my back now. You say you don't like sleeping with me. You have to keep your word..." Ning Chang's voice is hoarse and choked.

The director was not in a coma, and her fingertips were still shaking before Ning's long body. But her porcelain white face was covered with tiny red light, and the long ciliary edge diffused like the red smoke.

Like Zhao Xiang'er, what she shows on her beauty at the moment is the unique desolation before death.

They are far away from each other, but they share the same and determined beauty.

Ning Changchang didn't know Zhao xianger's current situation. If he saw the scene in the rosefinch's dreamland again, his already swaying mind would be broken.

Simang's voice was very low: "well, it counts."

Ning Changjiu said: "hold on, we are now on the Kunlun mountain. When we go to Kunlun, we will see our master... My master has great powers, and he will be able to save you! By the way, don't you want to see her all the time? "

In fact, Siming saw tianzhufeng's words. Her nose was sour and astringent, and she gave a sound.

Ning long stepped over more than ten steps, and his figure was beating rapidly. His voice said in a hurry: "and... Marriage is still waiting for us. If I go back alone, how sad she should be. You are a virtual marriage. You can't bear to see her cry..."

Siming thought of Lu's face, which was not very true in his fragile memory. The first sight of luoshulou seemed like yesterday, and the sound of huanlongya was already in his dream.

Her eyes are getting darker and darker.

Rather long see no response, side head, looked at her one eye, light way: "snow... Snow porcelain?"

Siming's body was very light, like a camellia on her left shoulder.

"Well... I... cough, I'm listening." Siming has a soft voice.

"Well!" Ning long sniffed, supported her legs, and jumped into the endless dark rain.

Along the way, Ning recalled a lot of things for her, including all kinds of broken boundary City, the sunrise at the end of the mountain sea cross flow Sutra, the new moon overlooking by the dry well, the meeting of Luoshu, the fireworks and Zhiyuan after that, and the drunken snowy night... These are all they have and treasure.

I'd rather break the memory for a long time and change it into a call a little bit.

Simang could feel his heart. Only at this moment did she realize that they had gone through so many things. It seemed that the two years since they met here were longer than the past one thousand years. She bravely looked at her heart for the first time... She always missed the crown of the divine officer 700 years ago, but now, in her petal like heart, only the young man in white was smiling, Calm and gentle.

It was too late for her to hold and rub it in her arms forever.

The golden winged Mirs can't kill her, and the nine spirits and Yuan Sheng can't kill her. All the living creatures can't kill her. It's her place in the world that really wants to kill and can kill her. It's waiting for this moment all the time... This is the key point of her missing calculation... I should have thought of it.

It's too late to wake up.

The breaking of a sundial is irreversible.

With a crash, the thunder light shone through the sky again.

Ning long at the foot of the steps into the ground.

This is not Kunlun, it's just a higher mountain.

He came to the end.

In front of him, a dark figure sat with his knees crossed, his wings hanging, his back covered with wounds, his blood mixed with rain, and his body was withered in the rainstorm. He stooped, his bony back undulating up and down, his torn arm half raised, and he seemed to have run out of strength when he put something in front of him.

"Here you are at last." The golden winged Mirs looked up at the dark rain and the night sky.

Siming lay on Ning Changchang's shoulder, with a thin voice, squeezed out a few syllables: "put down... I, kill it."

Ning long nodded heavily.

"Well, kill it." He said word by word, gently put her down, his forehead touched her forehead, said: "do not sleep, or I will never forgive you..."

Siming leaned against the tree and showed a smile. The smile was sad: "well... I'll wait for you to come back to sleep."

Ningchang's body shudders, his chest is poured with hot oil, and his tears can't help flowing out. He pulls out Yu Lei's sword. His tight body slowly stands up, and his killing intention fills every bone. He turns back, roars, and rushes towards the golden winged Mirs.

Holding the stick in his hand, the golden winged Mirs also slowly got up, his bones creaking, and the broken skeleton was close to the edge of disintegration.

He glanced at the huge bow behind him.

This is Tianzhu peak.

This is where his sacred vessel lies.

He thought that he had been through life and death and could pull it out in a desperate situation.

But life is not a myth after all.

He is near the end, but the holy instrument is still like a rock, still in the storm.

Ning long roared and ran into him like a tiger that had been hungry for four thousand years. Every roar was the roar of bone collision.

Siming opened his eyes slightly.

In the boundless heavy rain, she saw fireworks... It was the firelight of sword and stick collision, one after another burst, colorful, so beautiful.

As like as two peas in her memory.

The fireworks are getting farther and farther away.

It's a pity that there are fewer people to watch fireworks this time.

She did not know that Lu's marriage was about to be defeated.

And it was a complete failure.

Liu junzhuo cherishes her talent, but she doesn't show mercy. After this sword, Lu's road from now on may be cut off, and she can only linger at the peak of Ziting all her life.

The God of fate seems to be joking. He conveys the will of bad luck at the same time, punishes all those who love each other, and tells us not to disobey!

The sharp sound of steel exploded.

Ning shouts for a long time, forcing the golden winged Mirs to retreat step by step. The golden winged Mirs are waving a magic wand. The magic wand is becoming less and less hard. From time to time, a sharp mouthed face appears on it. It holds its head and cries out in pain. It seems that it doesn't want to be reduced to a weapon and wants to manifest its prototype.

Golden winged Mirs will hold most of the strength in the detention of the sacred body, unable to withstand the long-term offensive, he was directly hit over the cliff.

Bang!

The wings of the golden winged Mirs spread out, blowing up the wind, and the crazy rain swept across the room. He stared at Ning Changjiu, and his voice cut to the bone: "you want to kill me, too?"

Ning Changchang's voice is also hoarse and resentful, his voice is not like his own... Thousands of years ago, it seems that he also issued the same venomous curse at a similar time: "I will open your stomach, break your neck and skull, and cut you into reincarnation forever!"

In the howling, Ning's iron shoulders were pulled up, and Shura's body came out of his body again, but he was no longer dignified.

Shura is twisted and thin, like a ghost who has been sentenced to purgatory a million times.

It is plated with a bright golden appearance, but it gives off a shrill, sour and frightening roar.

Ning Changjiu looks like a ghost with damaged blood clothes.

He was really integrated with Shura. He held the sword in both hands, waved Yu Lei, and roared to the golden winged Mirs.

After a short fight, the sound of bone shattering sounded again.

Golden winged Mirs have never seen this kind of power, in front of him, where is the person who pours on himself, is clearly a demon full of resentment! He was so tired that his sternum collapsed and his body twisted out of shape.

He uttered a cry of pain, ran with all his strength, and swung a stick.

Ning Chang didn't look at the stick at all. He cut into the gap of the stick technique, and the cold light was like an arc.

Click.

Golden winged Mirs right arm cut off!

Holding Ruyi wutie staff, he fell off the dark cliff.

He wanted to use Nian to pick it up, but Ning Long's sword had been cut again and directly pierced his thin chest.

The blade passes through the body.

Ning Changchang looks up at him. The young man's face is mingled with the joy of the enemy and the sorrow of his close relatives. The extreme emotion is twisted and entangled with the frightening beauty of demons.

Boom!

Ning long pressed his body and flew to the sky.

No matter how hard the golden winged Mirs could bear the threat of death, the other half of his mask was broken and peeled off, revealing his ugly face.

He fants his wings wildly, and the last aura in his body bursts out of him!

In the flesh and blood of the explosion, Ning has not been able to support for a long time. His body is thrown out and heavily smashed back to the cliff.

In mid air, the golden winged ROC's appearance was extremely frightening - his chest was completely empty, broken bones and flesh kept falling, the rain passed through the hole, but at the edge of the broken body, his heart was still beating.

There is no doubt that he will die.

But at the end of his life, he was unwilling to be cut off his limbs and wings as a wild bird. At last, he was stabbed in the heart with a sword.

He lowered his head, looked at his heart, and suddenly showed a happy smile.

Then... Die together.

The tattered picture of Buddha opened, and the nine gods and demons came one by one and penetrated into his body.

He was hanging in the air like a ghost, like the sun - a sunset that would fall into the valley and never rise.

The rainstorm is still falling. Ning long rises from the cliff. He looks up at the golden sun rising abruptly in the rain, and the door of memory suddenly opens.

Shoot it! Shoot it down!

In the body, it seems that some voice is shouting... No, it's not anyone's voice, it's the surging of their own blood!

But where's the bow?

His hand was on the petrified sacred vessel.

Taoist Chunyang secret scroll really burned up.

The golden winged Mirs have never thought that at the end of their lives, they can still see such a picture!

Ning long holding the stone bow, slowly pulled up the steel like body.

The bow trembled, and the surface of the weathered rock peeled off, revealing the strength of the later ingenious work.

Siming looked at his figure holding the bow and solved the last doubt... It was you... She said to herself in her heart.

Ning has been holding the bow for a long time, and the unimaginable power surges in. His eyes are red and his fingers are hooked. The wind, rain and thunder around him are awed by the divine bow, which strangles him and forms a straight arrow shaft on the bow.

The golden winged Mirs are not ready to finish. He can kill them once he shoots an arrow.

But golden winged Mirs is a generation of demon saint after all, he did not lose his mind in the excessive shock, let others butcher.

He shook his wings wildly, flickering in the air and changing his position.

Rather long golden pupil can't lock its position!

His crooked fingers trembled, he gasped, and he was furious.

And this damned time, his spirit tired to the extreme, unexpectedly gave birth to a trance.

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In the rosefinch fantasy.

The seal of the Dharma is made into a crossbow.

The peacock plume has been loaded.

On the one hand, Ning Changjiu faces the golden winged Mirs with a divine bow; on the other hand, Peacock King Ming faces Zhao xianger with a divine crossbow.

Old enemy... Husband and wife... Bow and arrow and crossbow... What a mysterious fate.

Zhao xianger wants to dodge, but she knows she can't.

She is also waiting for the verdict of death.

In her last memory, she stayed in her dream for three years.

In those three years of dreams, she did not blame simang. On the contrary, she appreciated her. She knew that simang had a kind and pure heart under his beautiful skin. Unexpectedly, what she has been living with is actually rather long-term anger... Selfish or possessive, in short, anger

But I'm not angry now.

A year ago, the wedding was not completed. That's my biggest regret. If there is reincarnation, I hope there will be an engagement to tie us down.

Perfection may not be good, but regret is not what I want.

I'm not angry, I'm not angry... Let me see you again.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao xianger was also in a trance.

On the two people far away, a gate suddenly opened.

Big trees full of snow-white flowers are swaying in the courtyard.

The sun is leaking through the trees.

Ning long stood opposite Zhao xianger.

This is where they started in the three-year dream.

They are all sixteen years old.

They looked at each other with trembling eyes.

Ning Changchang doesn't know how he came to what. He has a vague consciousness and just reaches out his hand by intuition.

"The white head appointment." He said.

Zhao xianger, biting her lips, screamed in a trembling voice: "it's the alliance of lovers!"

"Your Highness."

"Marriage."

"It's a pledge of allegiance." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"A common God is a bird and a jade toad." Zhao xianger said.

"The red rope is tied early, the good candle is cut." I'd rather have a voice.

"Black hair, white head, road and companion." Zhao xianger's words are firm.

"I wish you a perfect match..." Ning tears down for a long time.

Zhao xianger had been crying for a long time. She screamed at the top of her voice and said, "never get married!"

In the dream, in the Taoist temple, the two people's spirits turned into beams of light, entangled together - that is the burning Taoist pure Yang scroll and Taoist Taiyin scroll!

The two blend, it is the spiritual level of the supreme sublimation!

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On the moon lake,.

Kneeling on the surface of the water, Lu's body sank a little bit, and the light raindrops weighed tens of millions. That's Liu junzhuo's sword.

Liu junzhuo is worthy of being the second master of the sword Pavilion. The last sword is more powerful than the original two. This sword is almost rolling. The whole sky and the whole rainstorm are her roaring sword.

On the dark lake, no fish can jump out of the water to help her break the game.

Her clothes were all wet by the rain, the sword and spirit were crushed and disintegrated, and the lake of Lingli was almost completely evaporated.

This is the last moment.

Liu junzhuo couldn't think of any possibility of breaking the game.

I can't think of it.

But also at this moment, in the sea of knowledge, an immortal voice suddenly remembered:

In the view, people are already in harmony, so that Fu can reach the goal and Xu Jianzi can reach the goal.

Lu Jia hasn't reacted yet. In her body, the sword will be full in an instant!

It's not the heart of the sword that people understand. It's more like a thousand year lost jade inlaid on the embryo of the sword in her body. So everything that was broken was perfect, and the bottleneck of the purple court could no longer stop her!

Liu junzhuo's pupil suddenly coagulates. Before she can react, the water in front of her eyes has burst, and her sword will be destroyed in an instant. She will bite back at herself!

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On the cliff of Tianzhu peak, Ning long lost his mind for a moment. He didn't know what happened, but he got everything of Daogu Taiyin God scroll!

He opened his eyes, no longer the golden pupil, but the eyes of Taiyin.

He raised his head and locked the golden winged Mirs, which were moving at a high speed and gathering momentum.

The arrow pointed at the red sun.

In the rosefinch dreamland, Zhao xianger got everything that Daogu Chunyang God rolled. In her body, the missing power burned.

When the peacock plume came, her figure suddenly pulled out of the ground and was countless times faster.

Nine feathers in hand, turned into a god bow, she bow to take arrows, the body of the surging power into an infinite bright arrow.

Boom!

When the arrow left the string, the sound was like a roar.

Peacock Ming Wang's screen, the sun one after another to break.

Eight scorching Suns are broken.

The Peacock King Ming screamed, roared and rushed madly at Zhao xianger.

Zhao xianger aimed at the last scorching sun, but she also exhausted her brand-new strength and couldn't make an arrow.

But she didn't panic.

She raised her umbrella.

The sword that had fallen in the lake of fire was drawn by the red umbrella and flew back as fast as lightning!

Sword, golden sun, umbrella. The three are in a line. The sword is in its sheath. The last round of golden sun explodes! The golden sun on Tianzhu peak exploded almost at the same time. Ning long shot that arrow. It was an arrow that poured all his efforts and emotions. It came too long, too long, as if it was a thousand years late. The gale rolled back. The golden winged ROC was shot with an arrow, his heart exploded, and the arrow pierced his residual spirit sheltered by the sage and flew to the cold sky. The arrow goes through the sky. The cloud was broken and a huge hole was made by the arrow. The storm stopped suddenly! Ning long time no time to see his feat of an arrow, he turned his head, rushed to Siming. On the top of the tree, the rain drops fell down on the cold face of simang. There was a little dust on her spotless face. I held her for a long time“ Snow China... Snow China? " He gently called her name, sour water filled the whole chest, "you wake up, wake up... I killed it, killed it... We avenged, we... Go home... Xiaoling and Jiajia are still waiting for us to go back." In his call, simang really opened his eyes. This is her last look. She calmly looked at him, exhausted the strength accumulated for a long time, gently said: "that day, the mirror... I cut a fruit, I, I... Saw you, clear you..." Ning long cried bitterly: "I know, I know..." "I thought you didn't know..." Siming showed a smile. It's good to know... She has no strength any more and falls into Ning Changchang's arms. The sundial is full of cracks. Her last breath is so thin that she can be blown away by the wind at any time. Rather hold her for a long time and feel the passing of life in her arms. On Tianzhu peak, he began to cry as loud as he could. What's the use of breaking into the five ways and gaining the power of heaven? The hero returns triumphantly, only to see the beauty turned into a grave. Who worked hard and worked hard for whom? He kept inputting spiritual power into Siming's body, but it didn't help. What to do, what to do?! Sadness is like countless knives, with pain into the body. Tears, I do not know whether the illusion, he suddenly saw a beam of light. Where's the light? He was stunned and turned back trembling“ Snow China... "He whispered“ Snow China Ning Changjiu raised his head and trembled all over. Ning long can't describe the mood at the moment. On his face full of tears, his smile is almost distorted“ Snow China, snow China... I see Kunlun! " He said. Kunlun... This is the right time. The cloud he shot through has not yet been bridged. All around is darkness, only in the cloud fell a bunch of gentle moonlight, just stopped behind him. At that time, the jade toad was hanging in the sky. There is nothing under the sky. There is only moonlight in the sky（ I'm sorry to write about it now. It's too late to thank you. I'll leave it until next year! Wish you a happy New Year!! Thank you for your company