Beyond the Divine States

It's summer, but the ruins are still very cold.

This is a mountainous area with complex terrain. After a terrible explosion, the whole area is sunken down, and there is no grass on it.

The color of the ruins is black and white. Black is rock, white is bone fragments and powder.

Most of these bones are skeletons, and there are scales or corpses of other ancient gods. They are hard, and even if exposed to the wind and sun, they have not been destroyed in 500 years.

In the center, the remains of hundreds of ancient gods even piled up into a hundred Zhang white bone pagoda.

Since ancient times, the pagoda should suppress the giant demon. Therefore, it is said that earlier on, this ruins of the remains of the pagoda was the place where the candle dragon, one of the six gods of the Taichu period, fell, and the winding river running through the Tianhu peak was the deep gully ploughed by the scales when the candle dragon fled.

In this silent ruins, there are countless sounds of bone and stone cracking.

The tiny gaps on the bone stone keep growing. They are like an axe, cutting the bone stone they belong to.

All this comes from Ke Wenzhou's sword.

Facing Tianhu peak and the ruins of the remains tower, Ke Wenzhou raises his sword and cuts it down. He can't see the light of the ancient sword, but his robes keep shaking. The sword is twinkling, entangled and intertwined.

This is a sword of Dao Zhijian. If the supreme emperor in the sword attends to the throne, the king will come to all countries, and his grace will be shown in four forms.

Ning long can't see the sword clearly with his naked eyes. He is alert and gives the intuition of death that he has no room to resist. He will be split in two at the next moment.

When the sword came, simang took a step, holding Yu Lei in his hand, and stopped in front of him.

Jiansheng's sword collided with Siming's sword.

When the two swords were handed over, the air of the swords exploded. They flew out together with the river gravel around them and broke several mountains in a row.

The bamboo raft under Ke Wenzhou's feet was also affected by the sword Qi and cut to pieces. He stood steadily on the water, temporarily drew back his sword and looked forward.

The previous sword of Lianjiang with people, cut out the huge waves, raised the water wall almost as high as the peak.

Simang, who stopped the sword, stood on the top of the water wave and looked at the sword saint with a murderous look.

Ke Wenzhou looked at Siming and said, "you are really strong."

Siming's face was pale, and her hand holding the sword was white.

Ke Wenzhou, the leader of the sword Pavilion, is said to have obtained the permission of the way of heaven. He is the only one in the world who can enter the legendary three realms without flying up.

But at the moment, his realm is still in the five peaks.

But his realm can't be described by common theory. He is like a soldier with equal skill. One of them is unarmed, the other is Xuanjia epee.

And his Xuanjia Epee is the privilege given him by heaven. In other words, his own existence is a sword, which replaces the sword of clearing the six harmonies between heaven and earth.

Ke asked the boat to put the sword back to the scabbard, but he didn't let go of the hilt. He kept on saying: "if you are at the peak, maybe you can fight with me."

Simang said coldly, "you are just the running dog of the kingdom of God. If I am at the top, you are not worthy to see me at all."

Simang was cruel, but she knew in her heart that she had already fought against Zhou Zhenyue and Liu junzhuo, and her strength was greatly reduced. She might be able to fight with Jiansheng for a while now, but if she was forced to face Jiansheng like this, she would be defeated in the end.

What's more, if the rumor is true, the swordsman may enter the legendary three realms at any time and give them a killing blow.

"Well, I do revere when I don't see the gods, but I'm disappointed when I see you."

Ke Wenzhou looks calm, he is still a simple sword drawing action.

In the night, the sword was shining, and the second sword came again.

The sword is still, but the river and the gully seem to be moving at a high speed. They are smashed by meteors at an amazing speed.

The sword is quite different from all things.

But it's just an illusion.

Ning long eyes of the sun, the world is still static, only this sword quietly towards them high-speed throwing over.

The sword area that simang set up in a hurry was torn up by the huge traction.

They resisted the fierce sword wind and retreated for hundreds of feet.

Ke Wenzhou didn't look at his sword. After a sword was cut out, he didn't know when his sword was put into the scabbard again.

His sword today is very simple. He no longer pursues the magnificent scenery as he used to do when he was young, cutting out the magnificent atmosphere of snow and clouds, the sea and the moon.

He just draws his sword and cuts it down.

The aftereffect of the second sword has not been dissipated, and the third sword has been cut out.

Siming and Ning have been driven away by sword Qi for a long time.

Simang's heart is filled with anger. She stares at the sword sage, and the violent wind and snow rises in her eyes.

She knew that although the sword of the sword sage was ancient and clumsy, it was also a way of using heaven and earth as the law and all things as the Tao. In short, it was killing people with heaven and earth as the knife.

This is the most common method she used when she was a deity in the past.

Now she is being used against herself! How can she suppress her anger?

The silver tattoos on Siming's robe were complicated. She wanted to take another sword, but Ning Changjiu held her hand in an instant and said in a deep voice, "go!"

It's hard for simang to calm down. The concession in the duel will hurt his courage. It's very likely that the battle will fall into a one-sided rout.

But she believed in the purpose of Ningchang's Taiyin judgment, immediately withdrew the sword, and operated time power with Ningchang at the same time. After the collision, their power blended and formed a unique field. Before the arrival of the sword light, they were wrapped up in a rapid shuttle to avoid the past.

Ke Wenzhou looked at the location where they disappeared, and once again put out his sword like lightning and flint.

The sword that was supposed to open up the world has now turned into a tide.

Ning Changchang and Siming are shuttling through endless time and space. The sword spirit sweeps through the real space. The space keeps collapsing. The fierce sword spirit cuts through everything, shoots into their power, passes through the void and reality, and narrows to them.

At the junction of the wangonghe and the ruins of the skeleton pagoda, the space keeps disintegrating, revealing the invisible void behind.

The void is swept away.

There is no sign of Siming and Ning for a long time.

Ke Wenzhou is not in a hurry to receive his sword. He perceives heaven and earth, locks their landing point and takes a step.

In the ruins of bones, Siming and Ning Chang's power of one-time transfer is temporarily exhausted, and their figures fall out of the ruins, and the sword idea behind them has been wiped out by Siming.

Ning long took a cursory look around.

All around are covered with steel like skeletons, and each skeleton is filled with iron like rocks. Under the rocks, there are countless caves.

They came to the hinterland of the ruins of the pagoda,

"What to do?" Simang asked immediately.

Ning long asked: "in addition to escape, what can we do?"

Siming shook his head and said: "power can't be wasted like this. If I'm a swordsman now, I'll try my best to win by 20%."

Ning Changchang said: "twenty percent is too little to take risks."

As they spoke, their figure did not stop, flying south in the ruins of complex terrain.

Si Ming continued: "but if you keep running away, you will lose all your confidence." Ning thought for a long time and said, "the goal of Jiansheng is me. I have a lot of reincarnation experience..."

"Shut up." Si Mingsheng said: "it's not the time of life and death. What are you saying? Although I hate you for being promiscuous, you can't be guilty to death. "

Ning Changjiu vomited his turbid breath and said: "then continue to escape. The ruins of the remains of the pagoda is a forbidden area. There may be some secret hidden in it that can turn the tide back. My luck is still good..."

"Bah!" Simang angrily scolded, and said in a cold tone: "how dare you say you are lucky? Since you practiced Taoism, which enemy you have brought is not at the level of destroying heaven and earth? "

"That's because I don't kill nobody." It's better to insist on reasoning for a long time.

Siming was even more angry and said, "I should have killed you in the snow gorge. It's better to die under my sword than to be killed by these vicious villains!"

Ning Changjiu laughed: "you see, if I don't have the life of meeting enemies everywhere, how can I meet you? I think I'm lucky. "

"Don't prevaricate me with such nonsense!" Simang snorted coldly, biting his soft lips red.

After half a pillar of incense, they passed through the deep gorge of the ruins of the skeleton tower, and the starry night sky reappeared above.

Ning long looked up at the sky.

He didn't see the moon.

Ning Changjiu's pupil shrinks suddenly

"Be careful."

The moon did not disappear, but was shadowed by a figure.

It's the sword Saint holding the sword.

He's already there, giving them almost no breathing space.

"Where else can you go?" The sword sage asks questions coldly. Holding the sword is like a tripod of a thousand jin. When you go down the town, it is more like the peaks falling together.

Siming didn't know why Jiansheng was so fast, but when the sword arrived, she had to stop it.

In the loud noise, the ground cracked, countless bones collapsed and fell into the unfathomable cracks in the ground.

Simang chopped Jiansheng's sword with one sword. She didn't give in any more. Against the air of the sword, she held Yu Lei and stabbed at the air.

The sword Saint looks more dignified. He holds the scabbard in one hand and the sword in the other. The sound of the sword sounds like thousands of bells and drums, which is magnificent and loud. A sword field expands with the sound wave, covering the simang.

Of course, this sword domain can't trap simang, but the purpose of the sword saint is to hold her back.

"Now you have 10% confidence that you can beat me. 10% is too high for me, so I don't want to be your enemy." Jiansheng looked at Siming and said truthfully.

Siming took the initiative to fight with Jiansheng, but Jiansheng chose to avoid the war.

It's not good for simang's secret way to break the sword field with one sword.

After that, the swordsman raised his left hand holding the scabbard and aimed at Ning Changjiu, making a stroke in the air.

The sword Qi has no light, but it covers the heaven and earth, leaving no retreat.

This is pure state of rolling, do not give Ning long any fancy break the possibility.

The wind was blowing hard.

Ning long clenched his teeth, clenched his fist, stiffened his head, and tried his best to destroy Shura's golden body to block the attack of the immortal sword.

The gold body of Shura is powerful, but it is not enough to fill the gap of realm.

In an instant, the impregnable gold body of Shura broke down like a collapsed building.

He was also hit by the sword. The afterwave of sword Qi pressed his body and continued to fall towards the crack.

"Rather long!" Simang's heart trembled and he cried out.

She tried her best to break the cage with her sword, but instead of beheading the sword sage, she directly bent over and swept towards the gap.

The sword Saint looks at the silver haired God and shakes his head.

The word "love" really kills people.

Fortunately, at a very early time, he cut off seven emotions and six desires and sealed them in a top secret place.

"Now, you don't even have a last chance."

Ke Wenzhou looks at the woman who dares to leave her back to her, sighs at her stupidity, then closes her fingers and holds the hilt of the sword.

The ancient and simple sword roars wildly.

Ke Wenzhou throws the sword at simang's place.

If the sword falls into the crevice, the ruins where many ancient gods are buried will probably produce the bones of a couple of Taoist priests.

The sword fell smoothly.

But there was no sound.

Ke Wenzhou remained calm, but sighed with regret.

I don't know when the ruins of the forest of bones fell to a plane, but the ups and downs of the mountains became the description in the picture.

Ke Wenzhou raised his head and looked into the distance.

A red suit came from far and near.

"Ji Xuan, you are here." Ke Wenzhou was not surprised.

Buzhuo and Baiyin snow palace check and balance each other, and Guanzhu, eldest martial sister and second elder martial brother check and balance each other with the Lord of the Kingdom, divine officials and heavenly kings. The fifth elder martial brother is good at learning, and his realm is not strong. That day, he was able to block his sword only by the sage's Ruyi wutie divine stick.

The fourth elder martial sister in the temple is in the northern kingdom. It's hard to get away. The only ones who have the chance to help are Mr. three and Mr. six.

It was something he had expected.

Ji Xuan was carrying a slender sword, and his red clothes fell into the void. His eyes were very beautiful, just like your son. He was sick, but he should have been soft, but he was washed away by the sword Qi.

Ji Xuan said: "as early as before my younger martial brother went to tianbang, my master and I expected today."

Ke asked the boat with emotion: "if there is no such heaven, the Lord is invincible."

As they speak, the picture below resists Ke Wenzhou's sword, which has collapsed. However, the sword has exhausted its strength and can only fly back to Ke Wenzhou's hand, unable to pursue.

Ji Xuan looked at the moon and said, "master has declared war on Baiyin snow palace, and you are still chasing my youngest brother here. What qualifications do you have to evaluate master?"

Ke asked the boat calmly: "now I really don't deserve it, but Mr. San, when I went out of the pass, you even made 81 volumes and failed to stop me. How confident are you today that you can save your younger martial brother?"

Ji Xuan said, "because that sword was blocked by the fifth elder martial brother. I don't have to do my best."

"Full strength?" Ke Wenzhou looked at his sword and said: "tianbang has given you the third place in the world. I always think it's wrong. The third disciple of baiyun temple should not be weaker than my first disciple. But tianbang doesn't cheat people... "

Ke asked the boat and sighed, "so I'm more curious about what you've hidden. Mr. San, can you tell the world about your identity today?"

Ji Xuan stood up in the air, and the slender sword was thrown out by him, dancing at will. Where the sword passed, all the valleys turned into flat pictures.

He looked at Ke and asked the boat, "can't you guess who I am?"

Ke asked the boat: "I tried to guess, but I went through the old volume of heaven and listed the ancient immortals who rose in the war of Taichu God, but I couldn't find one who could match you. So these years, I've been very strange, and I even have the impulse to ask about the sword god painting building. "

Ji Xuan looked at the stone sea of bone mountain in the picture and said, "because there are seven disciples in the temple, only I am not a member of the old Xianting."

Ke asked the boat more puzzled and said, "who are you?"

Ji Xuan closed his eyes. His red clothes suddenly turned blue. At the same time, the blood in his body beat like a heartbeat. Every time he beat, his realm rose a little higher. There was a faint sound of waves in the vast corpse valley.

Ke Wenzhou's face changed slightly.

But Ji Xuan said slowly: "Xuan is one of my real name, and the other word was killed in the war of Taichu God... I am lucky that my spirit is still alive. I was saved by my master for a thousand years and became a man again. I gave my surname as Ji. Compared with myself in those years, my strength has been greatly reduced. Now I am not your enemy, but I dare not repay your kindness. You want to kill my younger martial brother, I can only stop it. "

Xuan... Ke Wenzhou has guessed the answer, which is more incredible than he expected.

Ji Xuan held the sword again and sighed: "four thousand years ago, my name was Xuanze."

Xuanze.

Xuanze, one of the six gods of Taichu!

……

Ning long was the sword pressure fell into the ruins of the depths of the bones.

The rift valley is like a bottomless cave. After falling for a long time, he broke countless layers of rock, and his Shura body was badly damaged.

Pop——

At last, he stopped.

His back seemed to fall on the water.

The tension of the water spread him.

This is... What?

Ning can't tell for a long time. He seems to have fallen into an illusion, which is different from the master's dream, but more like a nightmare.

Hesitating moment, his sea of knowledge was invaded by something, like to blow up.

A voice rang out in his mind, like gibberish, like a curse, cutting like a blade, a thousand times, ten thousand times, never stop.

The voice repeated a word:

"Nanming."

Nanming, Nanming, Nanming

There are countless identical syllables in series, like the evil monk chanting sutras, which keep on.

Just as the sound was about to destroy her, a hand hugged his body and pulled him out of this nonsense.

It was the embrace of simang.

This scene is exactly the same as that in the quicksand River at that time, Ning Changjiu dug out the mud and picked up Siming.

Ning long broke away from his nightmare.

His heart shuddered and he was buried in Siming's arms.

Siming hugged him and felt at ease. She looked at the darkness above. She had the impression that the swordsman made a sword at the last moment. Why did the sword disappear?

She was too lazy to think about it. She lowered her head and looked down.

There seems to be something hidden below, and it's empty.

"This is... The sea of knowledge?" Simang came up with an incredible answer.

Under the ruins, there are fragments of someone's knowledge of the sea?

There was another tremor from above.

When the ruins of the Rift Valley collapsed, Siming held Ning Changjiu in his arms, shuttled quickly through the rift valley, and fled to the outside.

Night wind blowing, Ning long finally get rid of the inexplicable nightmare, sober up some.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky, the tension of his heart slowly relaxed.

"Snow China." Ning Changjiu yelled softly.

Si Ming said coldly, "shut up, take good care of yourself. Don't be angry with me."

Ning Changjiu, after banishing the thoughts in the sea, asked, "where's the swordsman?"

Simang said: "someone stopped us..."

Ning long asked: "who?"

Simang didn't have a good way: "where do I know? Shall I show you back? "

I'd rather shut up.

……

The remains of the pagoda are scrolls.

Ke Wenzhou stood on the scroll, looked around and said, "you immortal antiques, each of you has incredible abilities."

Ji Xuan didn't answer, but continued to wave his sword.

The sword does not cut the sword saint, but the world around it.

Ke asked the boat and sighed, "unfortunately, this is not your sea."

Ji Xuan said, "my" Ze "has long been lost. Where is the difference between the vast sea and the green mountains?"

"Yes, too." Ke asked the boat five fingers to grasp the sword, his voice suddenly heavy: "it's just a place to bury bones."

The swordsman makes his sword again.

This is the fifth sword he cut today.

The spirit of killing filled the world. The sword spirit turned into essence and rolled away on the painting scroll. The painting scroll seemed like a strong wind in the wave, which rippled under the influence of his sword spirit.

Ke Wenzhou stands in the picture scroll of mountains and seas, like an emperor holding a sword to point out the mountains and seas.

How can he be trapped in the picture?

"Destroy!" Ke asked the boat for a drink.

Heaven and earth resonate with him.

The internal sword and the external vision echo each other, and countless cracks appear in the picture.

The sword master waves another sword.

It's like an old farmer wielding an axe to cut firewood. There's no moral, just to cut it off.

The sword Qi escapes into the picture scroll and travels around in the vast picture scroll. The plane world is swept by the sword Qi, and the barriers that wrap them are getting thinner and thinner. Finally, they can't resist and tear apart.

The swordsman came out of the scroll.

"You have your soul, nothing else. You are not my opponent." The sword Saint looked at the roll falling like snow around him and said so.

Ji Xuan's face was a little white. He said, "I'm not Xuanze any more. I'm not the third disciple who stopped you."

The swordsman stares at him, holds the sword and raises it again.

Jixuan horizontal sword.

The swordsman took a step, but the sword didn't fall.

Ji Xuan's face changed slightly. The figure of the sword sage disappears... Ji Xuan suddenly understands that he doesn't want to entangle with himself. The purpose of his trip is to kill his younger martial brother. He can even ignore his sword and try his best to kill... Ke Wenzhou does everything, just for the sake of eternal disaster. Ji Xuan's pale blue robe turned red again. He looked at the direction of the disappearance of Jiansheng and cut it out with his sword. The sword's spirit is fleeting and the distance turns into a picture. He folded the scroll and landed one foot on one end and the other on the other. He took a step. The picture unfolds at the same time. He went thousands of miles in one step. Ji Xuan and the sword saint's figure became closer and closer. At this moment, Siming and Ning have long bypassed the white tower of the ancient god's corpses in the center and swept towards the direction of Guyun city. Although Jiansheng didn't catch up for the time being, Siming didn't look easy. Guyun city is the ownerless city in the middle of the earth. It falls on a huge peak flattened by the gods. It is mainly the most central city, stretching for thousands of miles. Instead, it is like a wall hidden among white clouds, and most of them are immortal families. It's very likely that it's another blockade that Jiansheng has already set up. Although simang despised the common monks in Middle Earth, if they really started, they would slow down their escape. And at the moment, in the city of solitary cloud, people with their own ghosts have come out. At the head of the city, a young man in white was drinking with a big man in green. From time to time, they looked at the sea of clouds as if they were waiting for something. The man in white is empty handed, but the man in green is carrying a heavy and big iron umbrella（ Thanks to the helmsman of Qinglian's reward outside the heart of the sword! Thank you for your support, memeda!)