Beyond the Divine States

The rainstorm has stopped suddenly, and the wind full of moisture is still sweeping the cliff.

The leaves rustle in the wind, and the chilling dampness spreads in the bones. Ning sits on his knees for a long time. His old clothes wrap the graceful and cold body tightly. He hugs her to death, as if he wants to give her every drop of warmth squeezed out of his blood.

Simang's body is extremely soft, like a breeze curled up in his arms.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and his jaw trembled. His eyes seemed to fall into darkness. All he could see was the moonlight falling from the sky. He was afraid it was an illusion.

The sea of clouds shot through by the arrow is closing towards the middle. The process is very slow, but soul stirring.

Ning is shaking for a long time, holding Siming tightly and staring at the closed clouds. If the moonlight is his neck, those soft and gentle clouds are the hands that pinch him and make him fall into the state of death.

The cloud touched the moonlight.

The world seems to be still.

Miracle really happened... The moonlight was like substance, the cloud touched its edge, dyed amber color, but failed to submerge it.

Ning long asked evil what Kunlun is, but evil did not give a clear answer. He only said that Kunlun was broken. He also asked simang, who said that Kunlun is a heavenly thing.

It turns out that the last Kunlun pillar in the world is actually the moonlight running through the world on Tianzhu peak!

According to legend, when the Moon Palace was still in existence, there was a rabbit named Tianzhu who came to the world and lived in a country and cultivated himself.

Ning Changchang holds Siming and struggles to get up. He bends down and carries her on his back. Siming's head with scattered silver hair is buried in his cast-iron right shoulder. He holds her slender legs and walks to the moonlight behind him.

Moonlight shines on the back of Siming's hand.

Ning long trembled and touched the light. His fingers bent and grasped the light. Try your best.

Ning Changchang, a woman with silver hair and ink robe, climbs up the sky light column and walks towards the light source.

Water like moonlight wrapped them gently.

Ning Changchang's broken left shoulder is still not healed, and his broken body is shaking. He puts his left hand on the back of Siming's hand, and holds her hard. His right arm, which is bursting with meridians, climbs up the light column, and his arm glows red with blood.

Light is not pure light, and there are clouds of dust floating in it.

Ning stepped on the dust for a long time, and her body was climbing in the light flow. The moonlight was shining on the side face of simang. Her face buried in the silver hair was as quiet as snow. It seemed that she had been sleeping for thousands of years, and the beauty of death was still blooming between her eyes.

I don't know how high the moon is.

Ning long did not think about anything, he just stubbornly climbed in the light, carrying the life and death of the woman, from a dust cloud to a dust cloud.

He told her stories of their past, over and over again, about hoarseness.

If simang was awake on weekdays, she would laugh at him for being unable to let go of the past and always uttering some platitudes, and he would laugh at her for not understanding human feelings. If so, she would be proud to admit that she was a high-ranking official.

He kept talking, obstinately, whether she could hear him or not.

But she didn't know her life and death. She could only cling to him quietly. She was as gentle as a young bird and a story listener.

At that time, Li Ming was far away, and the world was in darkness. This was the brightest light here, and the only light that enveloped them.

The whole world was lonely and vast, as if they were the only two left.

Tianzhu peak gradually away, the vast sky, only the moon is their final destination.

……

In Wanyao City, beside Liusha River, Jiuling Yuansheng stands opposite Baize.

On the side of jiulingyuansheng's body, eight groups of ghost fire twisted and beat, and it was difficult to distinguish the lion's face. His mouth was full of broken teeth and blood, and his strong muscles entangled in his arms. He held the iron umbrella between his huge palms. At the moment, he stood still and looked into the depths of the ten thousand demon city.

So is baezawa.

In the first battle with jiulingyuansheng, he was also injured. His long silver hair was withered, and his snow-white clothes were stained with disharmonious dust. After all, jiulingyuansheng is the most powerful demon in Wanyao city. Even if he has been injured, he is also the devil who can't be destroyed when he holds the holy weapon.

Nine white lions and nine lions stopped.

They all looked at the light column that was shining through the sky.

From here, the light column appears slender and straight, but it is also lonely and magnificent because it rises into the sky.

Nine spirit Yuan Sheng bent down, blood and water mixed with broken teeth into the quicksand River, his voice is old and dry: "these, is that a good calculation?"

Bai Ze looked at the pillar of light and said, "no one can really do everything. It depends on the younger martial brother's own fortune."

"Younger martial brother?" Nine spirit Yuan Sheng Wei Zheng, way: "originally he is the person that you have been looking for?"

Bai Ze nodded and said, "I finally found it. I don't know if it's too late."

Jiulingyuansheng looked at the mess of the four fields and said: "you just regard Wanyao city as a purgatory for him to practice... Under the bright moon, there are grass and mustard, and the ancient city is full of ants. Oh, what's the difference between you and the gods? "

White Ze gently shakes his head, way: "cause ten thousand demon city today situation is not small younger martial brother, but you and golden wing Mirs greed."

Jiulingyuansheng vomited a mouthful of blood and said with a tragic smile: "greed... What can we do if we are not greedy? The saint will die and the ten thousand demon city will be destroyed. When she promised the saint to protect this ancient city, did she just want to protect a broken city? Your master, living in the Moon Palace, can't bear anything else on his shoulders? Or does she just want to give the whole world as the apple of her eye to the existence in the dark

Baize did not explain, but said calmly and firmly: "master always cherishes the world."

Jiulingyuansheng stares at him and asks, "is it because she saved your life that you say so, or do you think so?"

Bazaar sighed.

The lives of him and the five elder martial brothers and sisters were all brought back by the master with the supreme power. When they were brought back, they were left with only the ghost and consciousness. They grew up again in a small Taoist temple, slowly recovered some memories of their previous lives, and became Shura in the eyes of monks.

Bai Ze looked up at the moonlight and said firmly, "master is the last hope in the world."

Jiuling Yuansheng didn't respond to this absurd statement. He held the iron umbrella in his broad claws, slowly and heavily turned the handle of the umbrella, and said, "Kunlun is coming out, and the moon kingdom is coming back. Oh, what a big scene you are."

"Yes." With a smile and a cold face, * he said with a solemn voice, "only the dark world is gone. Now that the light is on, the moth that is hidden in the dark is coming to light."

"Then what should you do?" asked jiulingyuansheng

Baize said calmly, "it's not very impressive to go to Tianzhu peak. Outside Kunlun, no matter the demons or gods come, we will stop them one by one for our younger martial brother."

……

Baiyin snow palace.

The snow covered white Zang opens her silver eyes. She stares at the light column rising above the ten thousand demon city. Her eyes, which have been silent for thousands of years, show a rare color of curiosity.

"It is." She whispered to herself.

In the blink of an eye, there was silver paste on the side of the throne at the top of the snow palace. They were cast into two human figures, one male and the other female, both dressed in silver robes. Men's faces were tough, while women's faces were holy. They were all like supernatural craftsmanship, with extraordinary beauty.

They don't have a human touch.

They are the heavenly kings and gods of Baiyin snow palace.

White Tibetan light language, ancient and obscure.

The divine officer, the heavenly king, bowed his head and took orders.

The palace is empty again.

After staring at the moonlight for a while, Bai Zang turned his eyes to another place, which was the direction of Nanzhou. It's the entrance to the abyss that leads to duanjie city.

……

Ancient lingzong.

The lake water vibrates with the heavy rain, setting off a more huge wave. This wave wakes up countless people in their sleep. When they wake up, they find that the heavy rain has stopped, the stars are dense in the wet air, and the empty mountains surrounding the youyue lake after the new rain. The lake is full of waves and no one can see.

When Lu Jiajia came back to the room, Ning Xiaoling kneaded her eyes and woke up. She held her heart in her little paw and asked, "master, where have you been? It's so loud outside. Is someone calling in? "

"It's OK. It's raining outside. Now it's stopped," she said

Ning Xiaoling blinked at her and nodded thoughtfully.

In the light of the night, Lu Jiajia sat down at the head of the bed, and Ning Xiaoling climbed up to her as usual

Her knees curled up, and she leaned down and stroked her hair gently.

Ning Xiaoling doesn't know if it's an illusion. At the moment, in her eyes, master's elegant appearance is more ethereal, like the reflection of clouds blowing from the lake, full of immortality.

"Master, Xiaoling is a little confused." Ning Xiaoling's paws pulled out, pinched her skirt and whispered.

Lu's hand gently covered her head and said calmly, "don't be afraid. I believe your elder martial brother."

Ning Xiaoling pushed her palm and said, "Well! I believe in elder martial brother and elder sister Siming. "

Lu Jiajia smiles faintly, but the sadness in her eyes is always like the fog on the lake.

The unbundled green silk falls down her side cheek like water on a cliff and separates on both sides of her shoulders. Ning Xiaoling reaches out her claws, grabs Lu Jiajia's hair and combs it for her to ease her depression.

"Master..." Ning Xiaoling suddenly mumbled.

"Well?" Lu married slightly back to God, asked: "what's the matter?"

Ning Xiaoling looked back at the dim door and said in a soft voice, "it seems that someone has been standing outside the door for a long time... Has the master not seen her?"

Lu Jiajia was silent for a moment. She took Ning Xiaoling back to her bed and said in a soft voice, "wait a minute, master will be back soon."

Ning Xiaoling gave a hum. After hesitating, Lu took Liu junzhuo's sword and crown and pushed out the door. Liu junzhuo, with her hair all over her head, stood quietly in the shadow under the eaves outside the door. Beside her thin snow neck, there was a bloodstain that had not disappeared. Liu junzhuo looks up at Lu's wife with a complicated look. With a smile, she put the crown on the sword and said, "take it back. It's from your sword Pavilion." Liu junzhuo slowly reaches out his hand and touches the cold sword. Since Xi Jian, she has only (thank you, 59033763, xuejingling, the helmsman of reward! Thanks to the five helmsman of sword reward!! Thank Mo CHENFENG and the great Xia of reward（ This is yesterday's thanks. There are a lot of rewards this year. Thank you again in the next chapter!)