Beyond the Divine States

In the early morning, the waves are rolling and the sky is breaking apart.

When the light came from afar, the wind was blowing in the sky.

That is the first pure wind, with the same pure sword meaning.

The meaning of sword comes from the direction of ancient lingzong.

In the red chamber, Changming's candle was lit again. Siming looked at the candle, and the ice in his eyes melted slowly, clear and clear.

Then, Siming felt that his cheek had been pecked, as if he had been kissed by the wind.

Siming turned his head and didn't see anything. After a while, the figure of Ye Chan palace wrapped in quilt appeared. She seemed to have exhausted her strength. After walking back to the red chamber, she gently lay in Siming's arms.

"Master, are you sleepy?" Siming asked in a low voice.

Ye Chan Palace said: "the sun came out, of course, the moon should sleep."

Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Siming's arms.

Siming looked at the girl who was a little Petite again. After a long time, she sighed with pity. She made a bed and asked the master to lie down. Then she grabbed Bai Zang, who had nothing to do and looked out, and gave him a soft pillow.

Bai Zang meow, very reluctant.

By the sea, Shao Xiaoli kneels on the cliff and feels wrapped by a wisp of wind. She looked sideways, vaguely saw Ning long fuzzy shadow, it is not the real person, but the spirit, he smiles at himself, stretched out his hand, rubbed her hair.

Shao Xiaoli looked at him, lost his mind.

Surrounded by the sky, the surging Luo river, which is connected end to end, stops and falls like a waterfall.

Ning long hand, umbrella like block in her head, he to her a smile.

"Boss..."

Shao Xiaoli can't help but think back to the original light curtain, he came out of the light curtain, whispering.

She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the wind, but the wind flitted away from her fingers and floated toward the sea.

After a fierce battle, the sea looks sad and desolate. At the moment, the wind is light and the waves are soft.

Lu Jia looked back.

Facing him came countless gentle winds, which poured into his white clothes, and then swept away from his ears, sides and sleeves.

Beside her, the fragments of the sun fly up and break into sparkling spots on the sea.

These ten million wisps of wind, like a girl's silk hair, blow from a distant place, then rise vertically on the sea surface, and gather into a human shape in the virtual world. At the same time, the sun completely holds out the sea surface, and the light is like a series of arrows, piercing through the mist and illuminating the wisp of wind.

In front of Ke Wenzhou's body, the young man's thin figure condenses in the endless wind.

Behind him, red sun and golden black appear.

The young man folded his sleeves and calmly watched the old man in the sky.

"Just now a sword can really stand the first sword in the world. Ning will never forget it."

Ke Wenzhou also looked at him and sighed: "it's amazing. It's worthy of him, and it's worthy of being killed by the way of heaven."

Ning Changchang said, "thank you for the journey."

Ke Wenzhou looked at him and asked, "are you the spirit body now?"

Ning Changchang said, "this is the body of the gods."

"Divine body..." Ke Wenzhou was convinced that the other party had really ascended the kingdom of Jinwu and gained the power handed down from ancient times to the present. He lowered his head, looked at his old body and said, "if the body is weak, what he wants in his life is immortal. Can you wait for the body of God to be immortal?"

Ning long shook his head and said, "No

Ke Wenzhou nodded, as if with some regret. He looked at Ning Changjiu and asked in a deep voice after a moment: "after several times of rebirth, are you still you?"

I'd rather close my eyes for a long time and feel the pure light in my body.

He once thought about this problem, the disciples who were not considerable in the previous life, the little Taoist who followed ningqishui in this life, and... Himself now. Are you really yourself?

He still can't know whether the three spirits he saw in the disaster in the imperial city of Zhao state are illusions.

When he crossed Nanzhou with Lu Jiajia and went to Middle Earth, he also swallowed the ancient scroll of the nether world and summoned the souls who had already died. At that time, a terrible thought came into his mind. He couldn't help thinking of his stupid self before he was born again.

Youming ancient scroll got the command and began to summon souls. Ning long at that time did not have the courage to see whether the ancient scroll of Youming could be successfully summoned.

Because he was afraid that if Gu Juan really succeeded, what would he be?

Is an individual his own vassal or another independent individual after he has differentiated into another individual? It depends on whose will?

And if that individual dies, does he die? What is the living one?

These were issues Ning had deliberately avoided for a long time.

But now he has realized and is relieved.

Dijun, Yi, the transient generations, the insignificant disciples, the little Taoists in the imperial city of the state of Zhao, and now himself

He lives to this day because he hasn't finished his work.

When people die, if they don't change their thoughts, they will condense into resentment. He is also a spirit of resentment... The spirit of resentment of light!

He doesn't need to think about me. He just needs to know why he was born and why he died.

Flesh and blood are weak, but will never die.

This is also the meaning of his existence.

"I'm still me."

Ning long looked at the sword saint and stretched out his hand. The silver sword light condensed in his hand. The short haired girl lingered and opened her clear eyes with slight resentment.

Ke asked the boat and sighed: "natural disaster, the earth gives birth to demons, bowing and shooting for nine days... Dayi, you have finally come back."

The young man shook his head and said firmly, "I am rather long."

……

The virtual world is full of sword light.

It was a clear and bright sword light, like full dew, reflecting the sunrise, and accumulating the mysterious and pure Qi of the delivery of yin and Yang.

They gather around Ning long into the shape of a sword, just like the flowers in the desolation.

Ke Wenzhou looked at the sword Qi. His old eyes were filled with light. He seemed to be back when he was young. Looking at his first sword Qi, he was numb for a long time, and then he was overjoyed.

But his body is rotten. Even if the legend of the three realms, but also against the years and the Double Wear of heaven and earth.

He looked at the boy in white, just envied.

In the light of the sword, Ke Wenzhou raised his left arm.

He holds an iron token in his hand, which is the unique order of the Lord of the sword Pavilion and the symbol of his identity. Holding this token, he can command all the swords in the world.

If this is Zhongtu sword Pavilion, when Ke Wenzhou holds the token and tries his best to urge him, he can see the magnificent scene of ten thousand swords coming.

But the sky is high and the road is far away. Only a few hundred swords have responded.

Some of them came from the ethereal buildings, or from the nearby big and small clans, and some of them sank to the bottom of the sea. They had been broken down for a long time, leaving only the broken copper and iron in the shape of embryo.

Hundreds of swords, like birds, are rushing towards the void.

It's going to be the highest place they've ever reached in their lives, and it's going to be their grave.

This decisive battle, the highest peak of Kendo in the world, has happened quietly in the sky.

Lu Jiajia, Shao Xiaoli, Siming, Ning Xiaoling, Zhao xianger

... from near to far, they gaze at the clouds together, waiting for the end of the battle.

The sword sage has reached the peak of his life and exhausted his unique skills.

Ning long is no exception.

Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan's mind are almost integrated. They share every light and feel every exquisite sword.

In the long sky, the sword shadows crisscross, the sharp edges crisscross in the void, the blue gray sky is cut by them, the void and the reality are reflected, and the hierarchy is clear, just like the glass world described in the Buddhist scriptures.

Jiansheng's hair was cut off, his robe was pierced, and his body was almost covered with skin and bone. The light of the sword penetrated into it, but it could not produce blood.

He is like a real puppet.

The hundreds of swords that came with the call of the sword order turned into iron powder, which was blown away by the clear sword wind and became the gray snow falling to the sea.

Ning long standing in the virtual environment, continued to hand the sword.

In the light of sword, there are children's self, youth's self, and today's self. They hold different swords, but they have similar eyes.

The light of the sword is like ten thousand arrows breaking through the air, whistling away.

Ke Wenzhou stood in the same place, his earlobe was cut off, his eyebrows cracked, his nose was broken, his little finger of his left hand was also broken, and the bone from the bony scar could also be seen. It seemed that he had just suffered the most stubborn punishment, and no skin was intact.

Soon after, the blood came out and watered him into a blood man.

"When I was 16 years old, I learned the sword and became a Taoist in a month. When I was 17 years old, I came from behind and defeated all my peers. When I was 18 years old, I entered the purple court and spent more than ten years at the peak of the purple court. Finally, I met a saint. The saint said that I had antipathy, but he still accepted me as an apprentice."

Ke Wenzhou suffered the punishment of ten thousand swords, and his words trembled: "one year later, I entered five paths, and then the world was turbulent... When I was 78 years old, I founded the sword Pavilion and named myself the world's first sword. This name has been five hundred years, and no one can shake it. Finally... It's up to you today."

Ning long light way: "you clearly look forward to the road, do not hesitate to betray all the pursuit, why should be tired of fame?"

Ke Wenzhou could not give an answer.

Ning long held the silver sword and put it into Ke Wenzhou's chest, "then this false name will be buried in the false state with you and return to the sea of ruins."

Ke Wenzhou lowered his head and looked at his sword penetrating his body. There was no pain in his face.

He was defeated by Ning Changjiu.

It was a failure of pure sword sense and sword spirit, and it was inferior to others.

He was convinced, not dissatisfied, but always felt that he had something to do, but he could not remember what it was. The only thing he could grasp was strong regret.

That's it.

For the famous generals who win all battles, losing is often linked with death.

He has never been able to escape death all the way from Guyun city.

He should have died peacefully.

But what makes Ke Wenzhou more painful is that he can't control even death. Because he has long been attached to the way of heaven, he is the puppet of the Dark Lord, he has no right to control his own life and death!

Ning Long's sword should have killed him, but the Dark Lord refused to let him die.

More distant above the sky, there is a sky like eyes opened in the dark!

The pupil seems to have dense insect shadow, swimming, the sound of insects flashing wings, the picture makes the scalp numb.

Today, for the first time, Ke Wenzhou really perceives the existence of the Dark Lord.

The ethereal way of heaven turned into substance.

An unprecedented force poured down from the void and accurately fell into Ke Wenzhou's dying body.

Ning long cut sword light, but can't stop this process.

The eye of Taiyin unfolds. Ning Changjiu took this opportunity to contact the biggest enemy in the legend - the Dark Lord for the first time.

The light enveloped his spirit. He went up along the crack of the void and finally reached the tip of the iceberg.

Ghost!

This is Ning's first impression. It is the same as the immortal in the white city.

Ning Changchang doesn't know how to describe the picture he sees... It's a hazy and chaotic existence. It has no specific image, but it's like a big green worm lying on the leaves, wriggling and gnawing at the leaves. In its body, there are endless invisible complaints. Those complaints are like a vortex, and also like countless open eyes staring at itself, The sound they make is like a bone scraping knife, and each sound can wake up the contracture and sharp pain from the soul.

It's a ghost, a ghost in the universe!

The whirlpool of resentment produces infinite suction. The long-term eye of Taiyin is firmly locked and will be swallowed into the belly of the ghost... It seems that it still feeds on power!

Ning long did not have any hesitation, immediately let the sword spirit cut off the connection of knowing the sea, and drew back the will in time.

If a little later, his eyes of Taiyin will be swallowed directly by the other party.

Ning Changjiu opens his eyes again.

In front of him, Ke Wenzhou's pupils were dark. In his flesh and blood, the internal organs had disappeared. They were melted by the breath of the Dark Lord. A black sword came from Ke Wenzhou's left hand without any luster.

Ning Changjiu knows that his opponent has changed.

The other side is no longer jianshengke, but a puppet after receiving a gift from the Dark Lord.

This is the real opponent he will face after he achieves the throne.

The five peaks are the limit of most monks, but for them today, the line of the legendary three realms is about to be crossed.

The sword Saint holds the sword and cuts Ningchang with no expression on his face.

Ning Changchang knew that the power of the swordsman would be exhausted. Even if he got a gift from the Dark Lord, it would be the end of the crossbow. He had only one chance to make a sword. It's the same with myself.

He stares at the black sword coming from the sword saint, and the kingdom of gold and black opens at this moment.

The sun shines in the void.

……

In the kingdom of God, the pillars of mythological logic are shining.

However, the long river of memory goes back to the history which is more advanced than mythological logic.

"Chang Xi, the Moon Palace has been desolate for thousands of years. Are you alone?"

The young man with the crown of the emperor stood at the gate of the Moon Palace, looking at the dancing shadow in the Guanghan palace.

A clear and moving voice came out of it.

"Guanghan Qingxu mansion has been like this for thousands of years. Why should I break the tranquility here?"

The woman in the gauze skirt stands beside the laurel. The gauze skirt is made of moonlight, and the laurel is full on one side. The fragrant fragrance always reminds people of the cold autumn in the world.

Emperor Jun stood outside the door and asked, "are you going to the world?"

Chang Xi nodded: "in the name of the sun and the moon, the world derives countless beliefs. You often go to the world, you should know better than I do... Since they take us as their sustenance, how can they bear to let us down?"

Emperor Jun sighed: "you have the right to kill, I will persuade Xihe to go, don't worry."

Chang Xi shook her head and said, "I should go to the world to have a look."

Di Jun asked, "have you never been out?"

Standing under the laurel tree, Chang Xi holds her hands lightly. She looks around at the cold and lonely palace and the gray white world outside. The stars are hanging on the black sky. It seems that they are within reach, but in fact they are not

Far away.

Chang Xi's words are as simple as this palace: "I have never left since I was born. If I don't want to, I can't

Emperor Jun doubts and asks: "you are the God of the moon. Why should you stop here?"

"Because..."

Chang Xi wants to talk but stops. Her eyes fall on the branches of the moon, silent for a long time.

But Dijun understood. He looked at the laurel and asked, "because of it?"

"Well."

"Why?"

"Because..." Chang Xi finally continued, "because it is me."

Venus gave birth to tianzang, Mars gave birth to candlelight, mercury gave birth to Xuanze, Pluto gave birth to Pluto, and so on.

In this galaxy, every important star will give birth to gods that belong to the stars alone.

The moon is not as big as they are.

However, the moon is close to the star with the most abundant aura. After a long time, the first life, laurel, was finally born on the moon prisoner.

Laurel is not like the sweet clover in the world. It is born in the moon, but has no roots and leaves. It only blooms when the moon is full in the world. It is narcissistic but also full of joy. Like ordinary flowers and trees, she can't walk, so she has to open the snow like canopy and touch the world with the help of the moon.

When laurel blooms, it's late at night. The world is quiet. Everyone's consciousness converges into a larger sea of dreams. Dreams are still ownerless. Although this power is not strong, she likes it, so she spontaneously takes charge of dreams.

Day after day, year after year.

Things become essence after a long time.

Even the laurel is like a God.

One day, a beautiful woman will walk out of laurel.

It is the imagination of all the dreams in the world, and it is the ultimate beauty in the secular sense. She was dressed in green silk and white, with a gauze skirt and a moon crown. It was really like a dream.

She is the God of the moon prisoner and the laurel itself.

She built a lonely and cold palace around the laurel, imitating the world's standard. She lived like a human in it, watching the world's red dust flow from afar.

But laurel is laurel after all. She can't stay away from herself. As big as Guanghan palace is, she can move.

People are not plants. Who knows the helplessness of plants

"It turns out that his royal highness is the laurel itself." Emperor Jun knows later.

Chang Xi calmly smile: "yes, I actually envy you, envy the people of the world, envy all the freedom to come and go, do not have to endure lonely life... Of course, I know, they also envy me."

Emperor Jun asked: "but you decide to leave, and how to leave?"

Chang Xi replied, "of course, I will take myself away."

Many years later, there is a legend that the Moon Palace felled osmanthus.

The protagonist of vargui changed many people in different legends, and no one knew which version should be true.

But more than 4000 years ago, Emperor Jun stood outside Guanghan palace and saw Chang Xi felling laurel with his own hands.

Her soft and graceful figure was taut, as if suffering a lot. Then, blood came out from the gauze skirt and dyed her white dress red.

Laurel was cut down in Guanghan palace and turned into a small branch of the moon.

Chang Xi holds the moon branch and kneels weakly in the pool of blood.

She looked at Yuezhi and looked very gentle like a mirror. She said softly:

"If you want to cast an immortal sword with good iron, it should be it."

"If you want to take good wood to repair the coffin of eternal sleep, it should also be it."

This is the story of Chang Xi felling GUI.

Then Chang Xi took it out of the deep palace and went to the world.

There are no more moon trees in Guanghan palace, and there are no flowers on the moon prison.

There is no one in the gray starry sky, no one to see her away, looking forward to her return.

She is a laurel, like this star, clearly and eagerly around the world, but cold since ancient times.

……

"This is my sword and my coffin."

It's better to whisper for a long time.

Only today did he realize that this was what the master said to himself.

At the end of the previous life, the third national hunting plan failed completely. At the last moment, the master handed Yuezhi to him by stabbing him into his body and sent him back 12 years ago.

Yuezhi is the original body of yechan palace.

She gave him everything she had.

What will happen twelve years back in time is unknown to them.

However, to live with the sword to kill the devil and to die with the coffin to sleep may be her last wish in her previous life.

In the kingdom of Jinwu, a brand new pillar has sprung up.

The pillar is on the side of the first pillar.

It records the story of emperor Jun and Chang Xi.

This is a true story that transcends the history of the world.

It's their real beginning.

The gold crows, and the brighter light gushes out of it, which makes the emptiness into the color of red gold.

"Human body orifices, known as death; The tip of the sword is tiny and can swallow light; Forget all the bones and be sad; Cut everything, you can see a new life

Ning long and Liu Xiwan's mind and spirit are in agreement, and they recite the sword formula together. That sword formula is not other, but the heart method formula of Tianyu sword classic! The voice of the youth and the young girl overlapped. At the same time, the silver sword burned against life and sent out a sword that penetrated the whole world. The boy in white holds the sword and cuts it to the sword sage. The sword Scripture is written by heaven. The sword that must be killed is stabbed at this point In the red chamber outside the ancient lingzong, the candle is shaking, and the commander is taking care of yechan palace. But the girl's breath is getting weaker and weaker. Until this moment, she finally opens her eyes like a reflection, while baizang under her pillow is shaking and motionless. She only mews in a low voice: "the way of heaven, that's the way of heaven! I smell the Dark Lord... Black sun is coming, black sun is coming Siming ignored Bai Zang's cry. She held the master up, and they nestled together, looking at the flickering candle on the table. The candle flickered several times to extinguish, then rose tenaciously and glowed again several times. Finally, the candle went out. But it's not because the light is defeated by the dark, it's just because the candle, which has been burning for thousands of years, has burned out. Ye Chan palace looked out. Ashes fell from the sky. In the virtual world, there is only Ning standing on the sword for a long time. Ke Wenzhou, who has gained the power of the Dark Lord, has been cut down into the void by him and smashed into the extremely remote sea area. His body is swept away by the waves, and his life and death are unknown“ I can defeat such a sword sage. If there are thousands of me, can we work together to kill the Dark Lord in the sky? " Ning Changjiu asked in a low voice. Liu Xiwan didn't know how to answer, and finally firmly said yes. Ning long smiles and nods. This sword also exhausted his strength. He closed his eyes, opened his arms and fell down as he wanted. He was very happy, a little tired and afraid, because he knew that at any time, someone below would catch him.