Beyond the Divine States

After the initial dazzling light faded, Lu Jiajia's sword eyes adapted to the brightness, and she saw what Ning Changchang was like at this time.

The young man in white is better than snow standing on the sea. After the brilliant sun erupts again, it shrinks sharply, and finally becomes the red sun behind him. The red sun is shining and hanging high. This round of red sun is more like a pure totem, in which there are golden crowns and sunspots.

Ning long hair scattered ink, face in the light of the light like a knife cut, with the youth's beauty and God's handsome, like a lake filled with the sun, full of sacred and bright beauty.

Liu Xiwan's spiritual figure hovered on his side, appearing more nihilistic, like a never dispersing light fog.

The beauty and emptiness of the sword girl and the beauty and sanctity of the boy in white are overlapped, reflecting the red sun, like the envoys of the kingdom of heaven or the kingdom of heaven itself.

Wind does not produce ripples, water does not produce patterns, the sea is silent in the flowing sunshine.

A thousand feet away, the golden light of Tianji was also crushed by him. The halberd made of flame was held in his hand, and there was a sign of melting.

The cracks on the golden mask are more striking. His whole face will be split in two by the sword.

Lu had never seen Ning Chang in such a state. He was very close, but he looked as far away as the red sun. But this kind of feeling is only for a moment, and soon, the sword tire integrated into her body gives out a clear sound, as if calling for the sun, with longing and closeness.

This kind of emotion infects her, her body is changing imperceptibly, infusing the holy light.

Tianji's projection looked at this young man who was like a newborn, but his mood still didn't fluctuate much: "compared with that year, you are still too weak."

Ning long indifferent way: "cut you in Nanming, enough."

On the silver edge of the sword, there seems to be a rising sun, red in the twinkling of an eye.

With Ningchang as the center, the sea area of thousands of miles is covered by this red light.

Tianji looked at him and let out a low roar in his throat, which seemed to be a sigh.

The silver colt stopped mourning and completely retreated to one side.

Ning long felt something, a sword to split.

Previously, a sword with unparalleled edge collided with Tianji, but it couldn't enter.

In front of Tianji, a gray field stood up like a shield.

Under the crown of the emperor, there is a thorn growing out. Its back is pierced, its chest is pierced, and its majestic meaning grows out of its original outline, and the face under the mask is also changing rapidly.

Mythological form!

As a last resort, the Lords of the kingdom are not willing to open their own mythical forms, because this will not only reduce their "mystery", but also fundamentally weaken their power. Most importantly, even they may fall into a state of out of control and madness, unable to extricate themselves.

However, in the face of Ning Changjiu, who ascended the throne of the kingdom of God, Tianji still chose to open the mythical form.

The Dark Lord lights up his star, and he can also feel the Dark Lord's emotion... If he can't kill this young man, the efforts of thousands of years before and the glory of countless years in the future may fall short.

In the gray field, Tianji opens his ferocious body in the roar.

It's a form that looks like a horse, not a horse, not a deer, not a deer. It's dark and pale, and gold and white bone coexist.

Many years ago, when he first ascended the throne, the other ancient gods were not convinced that he was not qualified to command them. So Tianji asked them what their true appearance was.

Answer the horse died, answer the deer also died, the ancient gods in the terrible pressure finally bow to the throne, calling him God.

Cry God alive.

From that moment on, in his cognition, the form of his origin is not important at all, it is just a symbol that belongs to him as God.

The ancient memory drifted into the body, and the sword of the boy in white came again.

This sword used to make countless ancient demons shudder. Now, he is not sure whether he can defeat each other, but he has the courage to face him.

The crashing sound exploded on the sea.

The power of this impact is almost no less than the impact of the remnant star falling on Beiming.

In the shock wave of the impact, Lu Jiajia blocked her sword, but she found that a fragment of the sun had already stopped in front of her, blocking most of her strength. On the other side, the silver foal was helpless, howling in the powerful impact wave, his armor was broken, and his body was full of cracks.

The lingering sound of the percussion sound is like the low ending of the word "wind".

Two golden light entangled together, after the impact, toward the sea over the past, in the twinkling of an eye broke through the clouds, came to the air thin void.

They collided with each other in the sky, and the space ripples spread out, causing many strange phenomena in central Turkey and Nanzhou.

It was the collapsing Qi in Yu Qing's eyes, the sharp blade cutting the sky in Lu Jiajia's eyes, and the swaying Changming candle in Siming's eyes.

Sitting on the floor, Bai Zang licks his paws, a little angry... Tianji has opened a mythical form. It seems that Ning Changjiu has really achieved the throne. Yechan palace, is that what you expected?

Bai Zang looked back at the little girl who was wrapped in a cotton quilt and felt very disobedient. At this moment, even in the 3000 world of the western countries, Zhao xianger's water mirror is crisscrossed with bright straight lines. This water mirror also has waves of ripples because of peeping. Zhao xianger's eyebrows are tight and her heart is very nervous. On weekdays, when Kanning is sleeping for a long time, she especially wants someone to beat him. Now it seems that it's more reassuring to continue sleeping. The girl clenched her fist and stared at the water mirror. Somehow, she always had the feeling that she knew she was looking at him for a long time I don't know how long this divine battle will last. It has far-reaching implications. Apart from the ethereal building, the nearest one is the ancient lingzong. The great array of ancient lingzong was squeezed by the external air. Although all the disciples in it had seen the world, they couldn't stand such a long time. Most of them didn't want to go to class and were very flustered. This wave also conveyed to the ancient nether world. Shao Xiaoli wakes up from her dream. Today, she dreams of the red building again. She dreams of her emaciated self sitting in her wedding dress, staring at the candle in a daze. Her mind was drawn out of the emptiness. She opened her eyes and saw the girl in white standing at the entrance of the hall, her dress floating like pear blossom“ Marry a teacher... "Shao Xiaoli is still sleepy,