Beyond the Divine States

Funeral for the real dragon

The ghosts' bleak voice reverberated in the wind. The faceless figure holding the jade wat touched his forehead, as if he was praying. On those faces, there were startling whiskers, like the hair of a dragon.

The other twelve disciples of meditation were silent and unaware of the terrible scene.

Liu junzhuo calms down quickly. She finds that she can see them and communicate with them because of the power of the remnant country in her body.

Can we see them only when we have the existence of Godhead?

Real dragon. The first reaction in Liu junzhuo's mind is the candle dragon.

When many ancient gods died, the collapsed bodies would turn into many little ghosts with low magic power, who would die after completing the funeral for their bodies.

It seems that the same is true of these officials who look like ghosts.

Wait

Liu junzhuo squints. She finds that when she stares at the wall with her divine eyes, many strange symbols appear on the wall.

Liu junzhuo stares at the symbols. At first, she thinks they are murals, but after a close look, she finds that they seem to be some kind of charm.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the wall. She pulled out a wisp of the charm like a cocoon and looked at it between her fingers.

"The art of Yan puppet?"

Liu Jun Zhuo Xiu's eyebrows trembled a little, her pupils twinkled, and her mouth half opened. Many thoughts came to her mind.

There are many kinds of Yan puppet techniques, but all changes are inseparable from their origin. The purpose is to control.

It's just like people control puppets with silk thread and other people with many spiritual illusions.

Although these charms are extremely complicated, Liu junzhuo has the same high vision and can see through their essence at a glance.

The art of Yan gui

What does master want to do? What does he want to control with these ghosts? The dead real dragon

no

Liu junzhuo is thinking about what Ning Changjiu said to her.

If the master is a devil, if the master has been cheating them, then these Yan puppets... Fourteen Yan puppets

No, they are not puppets!

If Ning has not been wrong for a long time, it is very likely that he and other disciples are Yan puppets!

These ghosts are immersed in the corridor filled with the secret skills of Yan puppet day and night. They are the people who hold the silk thread. They and their younger martial brothers and sisters who don't know anything are likely to become puppets controlled by them unconsciously!

Liu junzhuo stares at the ghosts walking on the ancient porch like a snake. His mind is like a ghost that can't be suppressed. He gradually looks out from the water and shows his blue face.

How could that be?

Liu junzhuo looks at them, and at the younger martial brothers and sisters who don't know anything. Her lips are moving. She doesn't know whether to tell them what she thinks.

She couldn't accept her conjecture.

If she guessed correctly, they might all be the victims of Shifu. As for what Shifu sacrificed them for... It might have something to do with the candle dragon, but at that time, they might have lost their senses.

Liu junzhuo closed her eyes, and the heroism of xiumeimu was defeated a little bit.

She stumbled back to her own grid, gasping, her ink hair falling, describing depression.

She even hoped that she had been kept in the dark and had not peeped through the eyes of God.

But now that you have seen it, how can you treat it as if you don't know?

After a long time, the hairless woman looked up slowly, her eyes passed the quiet figures of the younger martial brothers and sisters, her lips became a blade, and there was a firm light in her pupils.

"I won't let you die."

Liu junzhuo looks at them and gives his promise.

No one heard.

……

……

In the kingdom of Jinwu, baizang looked up at the proud sun in the sky and let out a cry.

"She said, I can replace it," said Siming

Shao Xiaoli sneered: "if you are a dog, maybe you can still stay at home. The cat will knead itself into a ball and get away."

Bai Zang keeps shouting at Shao Xiaoli.

No matter what she said, Shao Xiaoli just said sarcastically: "little white cat, you know, you can survive only because your meat is not delicious."

Baizang's momentum is lower.

She went to one side in silence, fell down feebly and licked her paws.

As she licked, she raised her head and looked at the statue of Xihe in the middle. The color of vicissitudes appeared in her pupils.

Shao Xiaoli's eyes also fell in the past, looking at the statue of the goddess, thinking that this is the founder of Xifan?

In the twinkling of an eye, the old friends of the past have become the ancients.

Siming also looked at the past. She had a premonition that she would see Zhao xianger again in a short time. After leaving Guyun City, she would often think of the girl's beautiful and proud posture. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for such a proud girl to be bullied by Ning for a long time.

Although she is looking forward to that scene, Ning Changjiu is her husband after all. She should not have this idea

Thinking about this, Siming coldly raised his face and looked at the statue of Xihe with indifference.

Shao Xiaoli but gently Yi a: "snow porcelain elder sister, how did your hair become red again?"

“……”

This time, simang looked into the eyes of the statue of Xihe, and he was really angry.

Above the temple.

Lu Jiajia is holding Ye Chan palace in the sun.

The huge sun was on fire, and Lu Jiajia's sword body felt the same burning, while ye Chan palace calmly extended her hand into the flowing flame, without any fluctuation in her eyes.

Lu can feel that yechan Palace's body is cold against the heat of the red sun, and it is still cold in the end.

Not only that, her palm fell on the red sun, but miraculously gradually solidified thin ice.

"Your body is very hot." Ye Chan Palace said.

"Can't you feel the temperature?" Lu asked

Ye Chan palace gently shook his head and said: "some warm, but also just some..."

Lu Jia showed a look of pity.

Ye Chan Palace said: "don't feel sorry, because it has been like this for thousands of years. Warmth is nothing to me. I don't have to feel sorry or happy for nothingness."

Lu couldn't help but ask, "is that always the case, master? Thousands of years ago, when we were together for a long time? "

Ye Chan Palace first light point: "always so."

"Can't you feel the strong emotion?" Lu asked

Ye Chan palace lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake. She whispered: "I've been trying to express my emotions."

Lu Jia didn't know what to say.

Ye Chan Palace's moving voice is still not mixed with emotion: "the moon is hanging in the sky, it is a sphere, but in human poetry, the description of the moon is nothing more than a jade plate, an ice wheel, a jade mirror... In people's eyes, the moon should be such a plane without thickness."

As the poem says, she was born thin, yin and Qing is only the sky, not her joys and sorrows.

But that's all she's trying to say.

Ye Chan palace gently said, suddenly earned from Lu's arms, jumped into the hot sea of fire.

The fire swallowed her dress and her quiet face.

Ye Chan palace immersed in them, after a long time finally had a slightly different feeling.

Is this warmth

Ye Chan palace can't help but recall the past of killing demons together with Yi.

In the huge Valley, the demon God is pierced by an arrow. She stands in front of the ferocious head and interferes with her mind with dreams. The boy on the cloud bows his back, draws out a long knife, falls in the air and cuts off the demon God's head with one knife.

It's a normal scene for them.

"Kill another one, the evil spirit of Taichu's six gods has been withered for the most part." Yi said.

She nodded her head gently, using "life" as a medium to absorb the power of the devil.

"It's so hot. The devil's resentment is heavier than the others." When Yi dissected the inner pill of his heart, he looked at the white Qi gushing out in front of him.

"Hot?" Ye Chan palace fell to his side and stretched out his hand to the hot white Qi stimulated by the blood.

She gently shook her head, she could feel the whistling resentment, and was not aware of the so-called hot.

"You still don't feel it?" Yi asked.

"Well." She said.

"Then why can you feel the cold?"

I don't know how heat can know cold?

"Because..."

She hesitated for a long time and told the truth: "I don't know what cold is, but a woman gentleman told me that she is weak and can arouse the desire of protection. I guess she is right, so she will tell you occasionally."

"Is that so..." Yi cut out the inner elixir, washed it clean with aura, and then cut it into two like fruit, one for two and one for half, "which Lady taught you bad?"

"Luoshen." She said.

Yi laughed and ate half of the inner pill.

She took a small mouthful of Neidan and regained her aura. She suddenly asked, "why is the sun hot, the star hot, and only the moon cold?"

Yi thought for a while and explained: "the solar energy splits into high temperature, so it's hot. This blue star bears the sunlight, and also has the clothes condensed by the atmosphere to keep the temperature, so it's also hot. The moon has no clothes... When the sunlight recedes, all the temperatures will be as false as they are, and will drop rapidly."

She lowered her head and thought for a while. She sipped her pink lips and said, "I didn't wear any clothes."

Yi was stunned. I don't know whether she didn't understand or whether she was thinking carefully.

However, she raised her head, and her soft and square cheek stirred up a faint smile: "I'm so cold."

……

In the sun, ye Chan thinks about the past, subconsciously opens her arms, but holds nothing.

She wandered in it for a long time, and was finally picked up by the worried Lu Jia.

"Master, where are your clothes?" Lu Jiajia held her in her arms, looked at the girl's exquisite face, and asked: "was it eaten by the sun?"

Ye Chan Palace's words are childish: "the moon has no clothes."

Lu Jia frowned and said, "how can this sound like Ning Chang?"

Ye Chan Palace said: "it's him."

"Alas..." Lu Jia said with a helpless smile, "don't believe his lies, master."

"Well."

Lu said, calling Shao Xiaoli and Siming together to choose new clothes for the master.

"I'll take a bath in the sun in addition to my clothes, or I'll be burned." Shao Xiaoli road.

"Well." Ye Chan Gong nodded.

"It's OK. It's all the clothes that Jiuyou robbed. This time it's not the money to marry." Siming said with a smile.

"Nothing's wrong." Shao Xiaoli retorted: "these fabrics are valuable. You can't wear them when you break the boundary city. Snow porcelain, can you cherish things a little?"

"Yes, Xiao Li is right. No matter how big the family is, you can't spend it at will." Lu Jiadao.

Shao Xiaoli got support, hands akimbo, momentum more foot, said: "yes, a little girl should listen to adults, or she should be spanked."

The little girl refers to Ye Chan palace, of course.

After that, the atmosphere solidified slightly. Shao Xiaoli knew that he was floating and quickly covered his lips.

Lu and Siming looked at her together: "how do you talk to the master?"

Shao Xiaoli is about to apologize, but see ye Chan palace jumped off the chair, now she has put on a black skirt and white cotton stockings, she pretty Yingying to stand firm, hold a ceremony, as if playing a child, gently said: "well, I will be obedient."

Looking at the master's small and exquisite appearance, they held their breath slightly.

"Eh, sister xueci, your hair..." Shao Xiaoli was surprised.

"Hair..." Siming lifted a lock of hair, slightly stunned, and immediately lost his temper and said, "Xiao Li, I'm not as good as my master."

"Ah, Xiao Li is wrong..."

Bai Zang was lying at the door, listening to their fighting and yawning silently, feeling out of place with the world.

In the face of the enemy, fighting is only temporary.

Soon, they began to discuss the battle plan of Gu Huang.

They did not shy away from Bai Zang. Bai Zang dragged the dragon chain and listened quietly. Sometimes he meowed and expressed his opinions.

Generally speaking, we may also pay attention to the array when we march and fight in the world, but for the real top class, we may even win or lose only by one sword.

Only for Ke Wenzhou, who is still in his twilight years, they have no fear, but what they really have to face now is the Dark Lord who is above the kingdom of God.

Shao Xiaoli, who has just entered the five ways, will not take part in such a battle. At that time, she will cooperate with others to intercept the possible disciples of the sword Pavilion. It is Ning Changjiu and his kingdom who are really responsible for fighting against the sword sage.

……

In the night sky, I'd rather stand on the sword tip for a long time.

The tip of the sword is silvery white.

All the scenery is at the foot of the unimaginable speed backward, the whole world in the naked eye like colorful lines.

The sword pointed to the northwest.

"I'm 70 percent sure." Liu Xiwan spoke.

"Well? Why is there only 70% Ning Changchang asked.

"Because the closer I get there, the more ominous I feel." Liu Xiwan opened his mouth with great worry.

In the pure white sea, she knelt down on the water, looking at her reflection in the water, her eyes flashing.

Ning Changjiu said with a bitter smile: "didn't you promise yesterday? It's only one day since then. In two days, isn't it going to drop to 10%

"Don't be sarcastic." Liu Xiwan said: "the power of the sword is only related to the owner of the sword. I don't count."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "well, as the host, I will do my best."

Liu Xiwan's silver teeth clenched. He always felt that the villain was taking advantage of himself again.

In the sky of Middle Earth, the sword of silver roars away.

In the sky list, the young evil in black came out of the building and looked up at the sky. There was no expression in his eyes.

Ning long also looked at it from a distance.

He understood that evil had been eroded by the Dark Lord. He was not really killed, just because he was the God of the earth, and his body ran through the whole world. To kill him, the Dark Lord needed to uproot the whole world. So the secret Lord just separated him and made him have another sister who could be killed.

This younger sister became a threat to him. In order to ensure the survival of the poem, he could only tell Ning chang the secret he knew through the form of story.

This is not only the deep-rooted affection between brother and sister in blood, but also the fact that if sister dies, the earth will never be complete. Even if the Dark Lord is defeated, the world will wither sooner or later.

"I wake you up... I will take them back, people of stars, please calm down..."

Evil stretched out his hand to the sky.

Tears ran down the boy's cheek.

I don't know to whom he made such a promise.

Time flies by. In the twinkling of an eye, the sound of swords in the sky cannot be heard.

Soon, Ning long passed the sword Pavilion and 81 city.

Eighty one city was once an immortal city. Five hundred years ago, the sage smashed the immortal court which had no immortal, and they fell to the world.

At that time, Siming had seen the appearance of Xianting in fufu Kingdom - countless white bones hanging upside down like lush wheat fields.

Ning long lowered his head and saw two familiar figures standing on the side of 81 city.

Jiuling Yuansheng and Baize.

They also look at themselves.

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth to them and said two words hastily and seriously.

The sword continued to move forward.

When passing by the sword Pavilion, Ning Changjiu stops the sword deliberately and makes an inspection of the eye of Taiyin in the sword Pavilion.

He saw nothing.

The disciples of the sword Pavilion should have left the sword Pavilion. Otherwise, only the gods of the same level can deceive his eyes.

The sword swept by.

So the whole continent was crossed in the past.

In the sound of the Beiming sea, Si Li, the fourth elder martial sister, is standing by the sea with a weapon box on her back. She holds a long gun, shoulders a sword, and faces the West. She moves and suddenly sweeps away.

Baize and jiulingyuansheng also look at the northwest from afar.

They were followed by a little monkey.

"Xiaoru, Xiaoyi... They're gone..."

The little monkey seems to have been infatuated. His body is wobbling and he whispers to himself.

After ten thousand demon city, it fell back to the forest and became a monkey again. No one went to look for it.

It thought of a lot of things and its birth... It was originally a sea god needle in the sea, but later the world was in chaos, it was pulled out by the sage, no longer Zhenhai, but stirred the world.

He saw a mountain of corpses under his body.

Those corpses were smashed to pieces, with twisted faces, crushed bones, and creepy wails. But at that time, it was as determined as a Buddha, holding it in the hands of saints. It listened to the wails of demons and monsters. It was washed with blood again and again by salty sea water and torrential rain.

After that, many books tell their stories.

But it knew that the story was false. It held up a magic wand and waved it into the sky. It stirred the whole world upside down, and then it was suppressed for 500 years.

The people in the story hope that he can tie his heart and become a Buddha immediately.

But it knows that if the sage is given a hundred chances, he will still kill the infinite dark sky a hundred times.

That brave heart is saint's, never its.

So after losing Wanyao City, it soon lost, thinking that it was just an ordinary monkey. In order to separate itself from the past, it cut its tail into three pieces.

From then on, it's not going to work.

The wind and thunder of the ten thousand li demon city had passed, and the little monkey stood between the two lions, still in a trance.

"Freedom is in your heart."

Nine spirit Yuan Sheng pressed his head, sink a voice way.

The little monkey wakes up for a moment.

It looked up at the front of the adjacent seemingly impregnable city of steel.

"Do you really want to do that?" Asked the little monkey in horror.

"If there's no other way, let's make this demon that slaughters hundreds of thousands of people," he said

The little monkey shook his head and said, "if the saint knows, he would rather die in it than come out."

Jiulingyuansheng sighed: "every one of the dead people and demons in those years has the courage of the undeserved. Their value is more than eighty-one cities, but they are all dead. If we don't continue to do this, their death will be meaningless, and we will lose our future..."

The little monkey opened his mouth and didn't know how to refute. It was the hardest stick in the world, but when no one held it, he had a soft heart.

"Don't comfort yourself." Baize looked at jiulingyuansheng and said: "the root of those who were against heaven was that they saw the ugly bones of Xianting, so they angrily held the sword and opened up a way for themselves. They are not the same. They are just the people of 81 cities. Although in a sense, they are the means to suppress the benevolence of the saints, they themselves know nothing. "

"Yes The little monkey nodded repeatedly, which was really what he wanted to express, but he didn't know how to organize his speech.

But he quickly added, "so we are demons. If the warrior can't drive out the darkness, let the devil come... Let's go. "

The little monkey raised his head, opened his mouth and said in an astringent voice, "is there no other way?" Neither lion spoke. After a while, Jiuling Yuansheng said, "is that your younger martial brother who just flew by?"“ Well Baise nodded“ What did he say to you? " Nine spirit Yuan Sheng asked. Baise was silent for a long time and said, "he said, No." The sword of silver goes on. Further ahead, there would be no more scenery, except for the city, which is the barren mountains. Three days later. November 12. The shadow of Shenhua building passed in front of us. The Third Elder martial brother, dressed in red, stood on the high building with a thin figure. He seldom left the Shenhua building without permission unless it was a real event. Shenhualou is in charge of the history of 3000-4000 years“ Third Elder martial brother. " Ning long stopped his sword in front of Shenhua building. Ji Xuan looked at him and said, "Ke Wenzhou is in guhuang." Ning Changjiu asked, "is there any change in him?" Ji Xuan said, "he doesn't see any trace in the daytime, but he wanders in guhuang at night. He behaves like a ghost." Ning Changjiu asked, "is there any secret in the ancient Huang?" Ji Xuan said: "I have explored that there may be the remains of the candle dragon buried in the depths of the ancient Huang... But at most, they are just the remains, and there is no more secret."“ Then... "Ning thought for a long time and said," what's the state of Ke Wenzhou at the moment? " Ji Xuan said, "I have made a sword to him."“ And then what? " Ning long asked. Ji Xuan sighed and said, "My divine painting will crack when it meets him. Even a part of Xuanze's original power can't get close to it. Younger martial brother, you must be more careful." The setting sun falls and the night comes. The sound of sword sharpening came from guhuang.