Beyond the Divine States

The sharp sound of sharpening the sword sounded like the sound of grinding the upper and lower teeth, which made the eardrum shudder.

With the sound of sharpening the sword, there are countless black Qi. Those black Qi are like fox tails, spreading and climbing towards the sky, which seems to tear the whole sky to pieces.

Ning long standing in the painting tower, looking into the distance in the past.

Jinwu flies out, the figure of yechan palace falls to the ground lightly, Jixuan bows to salute, the girl nods gently, and then her eyes fall to the distance.

Ning Changjiu asked Xinhu: "is there still 10% assurance?"

Liu Xiwan stared at the black air rising from the sky, shook his head and said, "there is no one left."

Ning Changjiu said with a bitter smile, "it turns out that what you said to me at the beginning was the odds of the enemy."

Liu Xiwan ignored his sarcasm and said: "in a word, we should be careful. The enemy we are facing at the moment may not be Ke Wenzhou any more."

Ning Changjiu said softly.

In the kingdom of Jinwu, Siming and Lu Jiajia sat on their respective thrones, closed their eyes and waited for the beginning of the war at any time.

"Xiao Li, stand by in the Shenhua building and observe the movements of the disciples of the sword Pavilion." Ning Changjiu said.

Shao Xiaoli clenched the sword, gently snorted and nodded.

Ning long rubbed her hair and said, "the battle of guhuang is too dangerous. Whatever happens, you don't care. Shifu can handle it alone. When you kill Jiansheng, I will accompany you to see Luohe."

Shao Xiaoli lowered his head and said, "master, don't talk like this. Xiaoli is afraid... I won't make trouble."

Ning long looked at yechan palace and asked, "master, you are now..."

Ye Chan palace raised his hand, stopped his words, and said: "when you left the fire to me, you all said that I was the hope of the world. Now that the Dark Lord has infiltrated, how can I not go? Besides... "

Ye Chan Palace's tender cheek appeared a shallow smile: "besides, I still hold three pieces of power in my hand. I don't have to worry about my safety."

Ning long nodded and didn't say much. He didn't doubt the master's words, because he believed that the master would not try his best.

Their communication was brief.

Ke Wenzhou was obviously aware of their arrival.

The sound of sharpening the sword became more and more intense, as if to split the grindstone in two. The black smoke was more like a claw protruding from the furnace, which had covered most of the starry sky and made it dark gray.

Ye Chan palace told Ji Xuan part of the words, let him sit on the top floor, when necessary, like Luoshu unfold the historical picture.

Ji Xuan takes orders to climb the building.

"Well, don't let him cover the moon." Ye Chan palace looks up at Ning long and says.

Ning long stared at the direction of the black smoke, nodded, and the figure disappeared. At the next moment, thunder sounded in the air, which instantly suppressed the sound of sword sharpening. The winding Luo river flashed in front of him, and the desolate ruins in the distance also appeared in front of him.

It was a mountain of ruins full of holes.

The empty hole is like a bird crying for food with its mouth wide open.

On the highest mountain, the old man sat cross legged with his bony back and lean body. He held a rusty ancient sword in his hand. He pressed the sword with both hands and ground it on the cliff. His eyes were staring at the body of the sword. The wrinkles engraved on the corners of his eyes were like dead tree bark.

He carried a token on his back, which was the token of the leader of the sword Pavilion. At the beginning of the first world war between nanmingshang and Ning Changchang, he used this token to summon hundreds of ancient swords.

For his own belief, he had already cut off seven emotions and six desires. Now his body is full of black air, which makes the old man look like a walking corpse.

Ning Changjiu and ye Chan palace fall on the mountain opposite him. There are thousands of dark holes between them and the sword saint.

"Here you are at last."

Ke Wenzhou raised his head covered with withered hair, and his turbid eyes were staring at the visitors.

Ning long frowned and said, "I didn't expect that you still have consciousness."

Ke Wenzhou gave a dry smile and said, "maybe the heaven has pity on me, so leave me half awake and go to see the end of kendo."

He is like a ghost, but his words are still clear.

As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the sword in his hand. It was covered with rust and blood. He didn't know whether it had been polished or not.

"Everyone is like a sword..." Ke Wenzhou sighed with emotion for no reason: "even if the rust outside is stripped away, what he sees is often the scrap metal that can't be used for a long time."

As the old man said, he laughed and threw the long worn sword into the hole.

He held out his hand. The black sharp point pierced his palm. A long sword grew out of his body and was held by his broken finger.

Ning Changjiu holds the silver sword and looks at him from a distance. The tip of the sword turns slightly, but he doesn't start first.

Ye Chan palace stood beside him, cold and clever, but like the daughter of a relative who went with her father.

Strong wind blows her face, her black skirt dances in the wind, but her thin hair doesn't tremble at all.

Ke Wenzhou turns around and his seven orifices are full of black smoke.

He looked at the two people who came to kill him, and his eyes fell on yechan palace. He was not surprised at the younger girl. Instead, he saluted respectfully: "I've seen the Lord."

There was no response from the young girl's master. Behind her, there was a thin moon.

Ning looked at Ke Wenzhou for a long time and asked, "is this the ultimate Kendo you are pursuing?"

Ke asked the boat, "I don't know. I haven't experienced the scenery at the end of the road. I don't know what it should be like. But now, it's not bad."

Ning Changjiu asked, "what did the way of heaven promise you?"

Ke asked the boat, "eternity."

Ning Changjiu asked: "do you want to take the life of your disciples and the life of ordinary people to pursue the ethereal eternity?"

Ke Wenzhou smiles, and his mouth is full of cracked teeth. "Now that this is the end of the matter, I have no way back. If I can't firm my initial belief, then I really have nothing left. If the sage can help me, I will worship the sage. If I can't do anything, I will kneel down to the devil and practice Taoism all my life. If I don't seek eternity, it's really boring..."

He stood in the dark, his eyes suddenly lit up a white light, his face is full of cracks, like a desperate ghost.

Ning can feel for a long time that consciousness is slowly fading away in each other's body, and the part belonging to the Dark Lord quickly occupies him, which is not so much the body as the shell of the devil's birth.

In the gap of each other's consciousness, Ning long did not hesitate at all. In his mind, simang and Lu Jiajia had feelings with him at the same time.

Hiss!

On the top of Ke Wenzhou's head, the black gas layer was torn open in an instant, and countless cracks began to swim on the four walls of the caves between the peaks. It was like the sound of crushing bones. Ning long trampled on the rocks, his figure was tight, and he shot out like an arrow.

The distance between him and the swordsman was very short. In that short interval, he would rather hold the silver sword for a long time and pull it out with no spare effort.

His body stopped in the sky of Ke Wenzhou, and then split towards the old skin bag with faster speed.

At the same time, Ke Wenzhou seems to really wake up. Holding his sword, he stops the other side in the moment of Ning Changjiu's chop.

The sword burst, forming the first shock wave, and the surrounding mountains were crushed to stone.

Ke Wenzhou holds the sword with one arm and blocks it. He would rather hold the sword with both arms for a long time and press it down. The two swords meet in the air, and the picture seems to be still.

Yechan palace is still standing in place.

She closed her eyes, opened her arms, and held power between her hands.

At the moment when Ning Changjiu and Ke Wenzhou were deadlocked, the power of Ye Chan palace was thrown out.

Power is a weapon above all swords and is the product of the law of the world breaking through the limit.

Ye Chan's palace is much weaker than its peak, but she holds four powers. Unfortunately, among these four powers, the only one that is really related to killing and cutting is the dust cover snatched from baizang.

Dust thrown, instant close to Ke Wenzhou.

Ke Wenzhou's movement slowed down.

At this moment, a golden light flashed on the left and right sides of Ning Changjiu. As the golden light flashed by, the figures of Lu Jiajia and Si Ming also appeared like ghosts.

Siming holds the black sword and stabs it cleanly to the other side's neck. Lu Jiajia's idea of giving birth to ten thousand swords covers the sword Saint like a rainstorm.

Ning Changjiu and ye Chan Palace are responsible for locking up the sword saint, while Lu Jiajia and Si Ming are responsible for killing. This is the unique killing method they have planned for a long time. At this moment, their killing intention is enough to tear open a gap in the sky that cannot be bridged!

The surrounding mountains collapsed in an instant, and the whole ground suddenly sank.

The black Qi around Ke Wenzhou was also washed to pieces by the sword Qi and killing intention. The body protected by the Dark Lord was like a rock. After being washed by the sword Qi of Lu Jiajia and Siming, there was still no crack.

But there was still a look of pain in Jiansheng's muddy pupil.

He had already broken his arm, and it was hard for him to fight alone. Between his four limbs, the dusty power was quietly infiltrated. That kind of power was like the mud into his joints, which made Ke Wenzhou's action difficult.

He can only wantonly squander the aura of physical strength, and use the powerful extraterrestrial force to fight against their sword which is full of murderous opportunities.

Ning Changjiu and Ke Wenzhou's sword are still against each other.

Between them, the second wave of sword Qi shook. This time, the whole ancient ruins were completely destroyed. All the precious traces left by the dragons in that year were destroyed in an instant, and so were the empty remnant halls

In the spirit of the sword, both the rough stone and the exquisite Palace are crushed into fine grains of sand in an instant.

The ancient Huangli is like a reappearance of tianzang's recovery. The dust storm is rolling towards the sky.

Shao Xiaoli glances at the painting room from a distance and immediately takes her eyes back. The master tells her that her task is to keep an eye on the movements of the disciples of the sword Pavilion. She must not be distracted

In the sandstorm caused by turbulence, Siming's sword tip turned and stabbed down to Ke Wenzhou's right rib. Lu Jiajia's heart was sharp, and he stabbed at Jiansheng's left rib.

Ke Wenzhou's secret master's power was against the sword tip. They were like countless fine tentacles, pushing the sword tip away from the flesh and blood.

But Rao is so, at the moment Ke Wenzhou still can't bear the four people's joint force, the body is pierced by each other a little bit.

In the sand sea, yechan palace is silent, her black skirt is floating with clear light, her fingers are flying, and the power of fate is engraved with the end of death.

Ning Changjiu and Siming didn't give Ke Wenzhou any time to adjust. They started time power at the same time.

Between a few people, time instantly pulled up thousands of times.

So the speed of the blade penetrating Ke Wenzhou's body was thousands of times faster.

The original penetration range of smile, under such gain, tears the flesh body at the speed visible to the naked eye and penetrates the other person's body.

Besides them, the sun rises and sets, the moon falls and the moon rises in a moment.

Ning long seems to be back to the moment of decisive battle with sin Jun, they stand in the absolute time level, cutting into each other's body.

Time passed for a long time, but in terms of their perception, it was only a moment.

Ning Changjiu's eyes of the Taiyin spread out and paid close attention to Ke Wenzhou's breathing frequency and muscle contraction.

Soon, the other party's breathing became disordered, and his muscles became stiff. At this time, Ning Changjiu's pupil suddenly became golden. Shura climbed out of his body, opened his claws, pressed Ke Wenzhou's shoulder, and tore him.

Ke Wenzhou, who was under the joint force of several people, couldn't resist. His shoulder blade was broken and his right arm was dislocated.

After losing the resistance, Ning Long's silver sword runs through,

Click!

It's like an iceberg cracking from it.

The silver sword cut each other's body and almost split Ke Wenzhou in two.

Lu's and Siming's swords were also sent into Ke Wenzhou's two ribs.

The sword saint's low roar of pain reverberated in the valley, as if ten thousand were crying together.

Ye Chan palace lightly points out her fingers to eliminate the influence of those dark Qi with dreams.

Ningchang's body sank and his feet seemed to be deeply rooted in the void. The silver sword was embedded in the old flesh and blood of the sword sage. Under their feet, guhuang had already collapsed into the abyss. Ningchang pressed each other with his sword and smashed into the abyss.

"You go back to the kingdom of God first to prevent the dark from invading Jinwu." I'd rather be quiet.

Lu and Siming immediately received the sword and returned to Jinwu.

The collapse of Gu Huang is still going on. In the sand and stone, Ning long nailed Ke Wenzhou's body and smashed it down.

Above, ye Chan Palace also leaped in the air and fell lightly towards the abyss.

The abyss of guhuang is not a bottomless cave. They soon touched the bottom, rather than throwing out their swords for a long time. The withered body of the swordsman was nailed to the bottom of the ruins of guhuang.

At the same time, Ning long held the girl who fell down and fell to the ground with her.

They haven't cooperated to kill like this for nearly a thousand years.

This is the real killer.

If it were just Ke Wenzhou, I'm afraid that he would have already lost both the form and the spirit.

But the power of the Dark Lord lingered in his body, like an immortal insect egg, reproducing infinitely, giving him life.

I'd rather not give the swordsman a chance to repair for a long time.

He took the silver sword which was cut into his opponent's body, pulled it out, stabbed it again with his backhand, cut Ke Wenzhou's neck, twisted his wrist and cut off his opponent's head!

Dead

Is Ke Wenzhou really at the end of the storm

Looking at Ke Wenzhou's falling head, questions flashed through Ning Changjiu's heart.

"Be careful." Ye Chan Palace said.

Voice just fell, that broken neck body, a body earned break embryo to drill out, that body is full of dripping blood, he also holds the black sword, roaring toward Ning long spread.

Ning Changjiu saw him clearly with the eyes of Taiyin.

He is still Ke Wenzhou, but he looks much younger than his old state at first. He cut each other's flesh and blood, and let him get a new life?

"Don't panic. He's weakening, too." Ye Chan palace is calm and gentle.

Ning long nodded his head and calmed his mind. He attached his sword to the silver sword and fought with Ke Wenzhou again.

In the kingdom of Jinwu, Siming and Lu Jiajia cleaned up the darkness of the invasion with the fastest speed, and then left the kingdom to fight side by side with Ning Changjiu.

The situation just happened again.

The two swords are inserted into Ke Wenzhou's ribs again. With the cooperation of Ye Chan palace, Ning Changjiu sends the sword directly into each other's heart, stirring the heart to pieces.

But the heart is no longer the fatal part of Ke Wenzhou.

In that body, another brand-new body came through the shell. Old, middle-aged, young and young, he became younger and younger. It seemed that only by cutting him into a baby and an embryo could he be killed.

The ruins of guhuang have a huge space. They shuttle among them, interweaving swords and shadows, cutting through the veins of the earth. It seems that they accidentally touched the Luo river, causing the river to pour down.

The middle-aged Ke Wenzhou was killed.

A young man came out of his body again.

It's just that his broken arm hasn't been repaired.

"Is this the power of the Dark Lord?" Ning Changchang asked.

Ke Wenzhou looked at himself when he was young and said, "this is not the real power. If the Dark Lord pours down with all his strength, you will surely die."

Ye Chan palace calmly looks at Ke Wenzhou, then shakes her head regretfully. If she is still at the peak, she can kill Jiansheng just like she did in those years.

But it doesn't matter. Now... It's just a bit of trouble.

"Trap him." Yechan Palace Road.

Ning Changchang, Lu Jiajia and Si Ming are surrounded by Ke Wenzhou in an instant, and their unique swordsmanship is poured out together.

In the pure white lake of the heart, Liu Xiwan's eyes are closed, and his spirit is also highly nervous,

Her sword was always in her hand, waiting for the time to move.

On the other side, ye Chan palace has put her hand into her sleeve and slowly pulled out the flowing moonlight.

The moon shines like rain.

She leaped up and fell with her sword.

Ke Wenzhou stares at the moon branch, his pupil shrinks suddenly, showing a look of panic for the first time.

All the power of darkness poured out to fight against the moon branch.

The moon branch cuts through the darkness and falls to the top of Ke Wenzhou's head.

In the moment of life and death, the moon branch suddenly lost its luster.

Ning Changchang's heart was shocked: "what's the matter?"

Ye Chan palace immediately understood: "dog swallows the moon."

……

On November 15, the dog swallows the moon.

It was something they had expected.

But the dog swallowing the moon has already happened once, so subconsciously, they all think they have experienced it.

But that time it was Fuxing that covered the moon, and the real dog swallowing the moon had not yet arrived.

They wantonly used the power of time, but pushed this moment ahead of time!

For Ke Wenzhou, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight back. He focuses on one point and stabs Ye Chan palace.

The moon is covered, and ye Chan palace is powerless and helpless. At the moment, she is the closest to Ke Wenzhou, and the three of them can't help at all.

Just when Ke Wenzhou thought he was going to succeed, a cat scream came suddenly.

The figure of Ye Chan palace almost disappeared close to the edge of the sword.

In the dark, Bai Zang holds Ye Chan palace in his mouth and throws her on his back. Ye Chan palace presses Bai Hu's back with both hands. She has just gone through life and death, but her expression is still stable.

It's just that after tiangoutunyue happened, something in her heart lit up.

Is that... Fire?

The fire has always been in yechan palace, which contains the power of life. She was sent to prison that year to keep the fire of human hope. But yechan palace doesn't know exactly what it is. Even these years, she can't clearly perceive the existence of fire in her body.

I don't know whether it's because of the dog swallowing the moon or the moment of life and death, the fire was inspired, and then, a lot of confused words poured into the sea of knowledge.

The first sentence in knowing the sea had a startling effect on her mind

"The sun will continue to burn for three billion years, and I have no time to wait."

Then a lot of voices came in

"This is the seed of civilization, and I will plant it in a new place."

"I'm going to take root here. Please forgive me for being abandoned by me..."

"I will seal up the truth of the world."

“……”

"Kindling, it's called kindling. From then on, you will be the last kindling of human civilization!"

……

Bai Zang meow, feeling the strange girl on her back, was puzzled. What could make she have such a big mood change?

Ahead, three swords had penetrated Ke Wenzhou's body again.

Ke Wenzhou fell to a deeper abyss in the scream.

Ning long three people together Title tail pursue.

The structure of guhuang was already loose. Now, the whole crust is completely broken down by them.

In the fractured strata, their figures kept falling, and finally fell to the ground in the terrible roar.

Ke Wenzhou's body was smashed to pieces.

But in his body, the power of the Dark Lord is still surging, as if trying to help him assemble his body.

The young Ke Wenzhou stretched out his palm and tore open his body a little bit.

Ning long was about to mend the sword, but in the broken vein, countless brown gray gases rushed out.

"What's that?" Ning Changchang was shocked. Siming and Lu Qijia also noticed the gas gushing from the crevice. This... They almost broke through the ancient Huang and the crust. Are these gases hidden under the crust? Why is there so much gas under the earth's crust? Ning long after the voice of questioning, but really a voice to respond to him“ This is what Reiki looked like before it was filtered by the earth's crust. " That voice is a bit of a vicissitude. An ancient beast with sheep's horn stepped out of the sea of Qi and fell in front of young Ke Wenzhou. Ning long recognized it, pupil shrink: "Yuanjun?" Yuanjun nodded gently. He was one of the six gods of Taichu, a betrayer of that year, and also the original king of one of the Twelve Gods. Yuanjun looked at Ning Changjiu and said, "I know you have many questions, such as why I have come, but my kingdom of God has no sign of opening." I'd rather stare at it for a long time. Yuanjun really asked his doubts. Yuanjun looked at the huge space with brown gray aura and said, "because this is my planet... Before I was born, 1.5 billion years ago, the parent star under your feet had another name - Jupiter."