Beyond the Divine States

The smoke licked the sky, and the edges of the leaves of the trees below curled up, giving off the smell of withering.

The sounds from the towering trees were like cicadas stirring their bellies, followed by the sound of trees felling and the angry roar of ancient beasts. In the distance, the winged dragons flew up into the sky and circled like eagles.

Shao Xiaoli looks at the Cologne that surrounds him. His back is cold.

She had just been standing in the Shenhua building, but just in a moment, the historical picture of the Shenhua building unfolded and wrapped her in.

The front is the original forest, the rear spray churns, a river rushes by.

It seems to be the Luo river.

She holds the sword, wears the pear flower color clean skirt, some out of place appeared in this world.

He looked at the gathering of dragons and the continuous influx of black demons in the distance. The human stockade was wrapped in it. Many practitioners were fighting against them with iron swords. Blood overflowed in these pictures.

This... Where is this?

Shao Xiaoli looks at the wide and boundless river at his feet and feels familiar with it... Is it Luo river?

"Lord Luoshen, the evil tide has been pushed. The cattle array has been torn up. The elder of the southern stockade has also stopped it, but I'm afraid it can't be stopped. Lord Luoshen, go away quickly!"

Someone came running, kneeling in front of her and shouting hoarsely.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his subordinates and wanted to answer. In her heart, a voice that didn't belong to her rang: "I can't go."

The man shuddered and said, "we can't win! There are so many of them that they can level the stockade near the Luohe River with their feet! "

The voice in Shao Xiaoli's heart rang out again coldly: "you go to the four elders and ask them to evacuate northward with the civilians. After taking refuge in the snow mountain, I'll drag them and wait for help."

"Wait for help... No one will come, Lord Luoshen. Are you still waiting for him? Don't you mean to take us to the bright world? If you die, it's all over! "

The bloody face of the sword holding part roared excitedly.

Shao Xiaoli looked at him with a slight heart pumping. She turned her head and found that there were many more people around her, men and women, old and young, who were dressed in rags and looked at herself with fear and empty eyes.

"Take us."

"Lord Luoshen, don't leave us behind..."

"There is no food in the snow mountain. We will die if we go there."

“……”

Shao Xiaoli's eardrum is buzzing. In the distance, it seems that a large number of giant animals are running towards here. The earth is constantly shaking. In her heart, another one speaks again:

"I don't wait for anyone. I just want to fight for you. If I can't, I will die with you. "

After that, she couldn't control to go to the place where dragons and Demons roared in the distance.

The roar of the clansmen and their subordinates was far behind.

Don't... Don't

Shao Xiaoli also cried in her heart. In her eyes, she seemed to see the Luohe River red with blood, the scene of the eagle circling and the setting sun falling. She died on the Bank of the Luohe River with a sword, and her feet were full of corpses. The people who were sheltered by her came slowly from behind and knelt in the pool of blood.

Shao Xiaoli couldn't tell the truth from the illusion.

In the low roar of the magic dragon, coolness came out of his back. She holds the sword, bows down and stares at the gathering dragon, but her body has jumped out uncontrollably, as if to fulfill a certain historical mission.

In the gray sky, as Shao Xiaoli went away with his sword, there were white sword lights all around him.

She found some consciousness in the light of the sword.

In the interwoven light, blood splashes, and the huge bodies of the dragon and the devil fall to the ground one after another. Without waiting for her reaction, she holds her waist with one hand. The wind roars past her ears, and she has reached the high altitude.

"Master..."

Shao Xiaoli whispered, and her consciousness returned to her mind. She looked at the young man holding herself and said in a soft voice, "I can beat them."

Ning Changjiu said, "our enemies are not them. We don't have to waste time."

The sword Rainbow Falls to the ground, and the gold black flies out. Lu Jiajia and Siming put out their swords together and stop in front of the stockade. The cattle array in front of the stockade has been broken, and the horrible figures come over like apes and monkeys.

Lu Jiajia and Siming looked at each other, and the black sword and the white Sword Pierced out together.

Shao Xiaoli stood behind them, looking at the light gathering in the sky, suddenly had the impulse of tears.

"Did you wait for him?"

In my heart, that weak voice sounded again.

Shao Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded with his mind: "it's time to wait!"

"When it's time... That's good."

The sound dissipated gently.

Shao Xiaoli covers his heart, if he gains, if he loses.

In front, the dragon and the devil scream in the light of the sword and fall like rice fields.

After all, it's just a mirage of history. The realms of gods and demons are false under their swords.

The people on the run looked at them, not knowing where they had fallen.

The four quickly broke through here, all the way forward, and came to the shore of Beiming sea in a twinkling of an eye.

"Don't be afraid. It's just a historical mirage of Shenhua building. It's all the past three thousand years." Ning long patted Shao Xiaoli on the shoulder and comforted him.

"I, I'm not afraid." Shao Xiaoli said seriously: "I was not afraid at that time!"

"Well, we Xiaoli are the bravest." Ning long looked at the girl beside him and said with a smile.

"Master, why are we here? Is that sheep so powerful? Can't master beat it? " Shao Xiaoli asked.

Ning Changjiu explained: "it is closely related to the world, and its power is far stronger than the projection of other countries. But the projection is only projection. Of course, I am not afraid of it now, but... The master said that she wants to be quiet."

"Master..."

Shao Xiaoli whispered.

Lu Jia and Si Mingyu fly back.

Shao Xiaoli exclaimed: "sisters' swords are getting faster and faster."

Siming pinched her cheek and sighed: "it's a pity that history is only history. Even if we kill everything here, we can't change the past."

"It doesn't matter. The past is gone." Shao Xiaoli said as if nothing had happened.

Si Ming ice Mou melts, she walks to Shao Xiaoli's side, soft voice way: "the sea breeze in front is very salty, Xiao Li if want to cry to cry good."

Shao Xiaoli pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "what's the matter? Sister Siming is looking for Xiaoli to be happy again..."

The most forward Lu Qijia stops.

On the Bank of the northern underworld, baizang has become bigger. Lying on the ground, ye Chan palace, with a big butterfly belt, stands on the scorched black rock, overlooking the setting sun with fireworks, and the golden light is still flowing in its right eye.

"Master, did you come after me?" Asked Lu.

Ye Chan palace took back her eyes and said, "it should have come."

Ning Changjiu said: "don't be afraid. I'm confident that I can kill Yuanjun, but... I'm afraid there are other enemies."

Lu Jiajia asked, "did you kill Ke Wenzhou with your last sword?"

Liu Xiwan, who has long put his consciousness into the lake of his heart.

Liu Xiwan hesitated for a while and said angrily, "don't you know the strength of the killing sword in our Tianyu sword Sutra?"

Ning long silence for a moment, looking at Lu married, said in a deep voice: "he may still be alive."

As he left the space of the candlelight dragon's corpse, Ke Wenzhou's body fell to the bottom of the corpse. He was drowned by the falling stones and thin aura. He didn't know his life or death.

Ning Changchang opened his eyes of the sun and took a hasty look. He vaguely found that there seemed to be fragments of consciousness hidden at the bottom of the sea, but he had no time to distinguish what it was.

Lu Jia's eyes were fixed, and said, "the dark power of the Dark Lord is like the unlimited power that you and I said. As long as the breath does not go out, it can be completely recovered."

Ning Changjiu also felt a trace of despair: "it's hard to kill a Ke Wenzhou. If the whole Dark Lord is like this, how can we win?"

Simang went to the sea, looked at the vast sea, and said, "it's ironic that we should be responsible for protecting the creation of the previous generation of civilization and killing the new generation of us."

Ning Changjiu said, "maybe this is the disaster of civilization."

Only after suffering can we come to a new world.

Ning long walked to Ye Chan palace, looked at her right eye with strange color, and asked: "master, what's the matter with your eyes?"

Ye Chan Palace said: "I'm not sure, but I know it's related to the fire."

"Kindling..." Ning Changjiu asked, "what are we here for?"

Ye Chan Gong said, "I have some ideas to verify. I'll let you know when I finish the verification."

"Well." Ning long did not ask.

Any direct expression of thoughts may be detected by the existence above the kingdom of God. Before fully understanding, ye Chan palace can't express her inner thoughts.

The girl finally took a look at the sea water of Beiming. She held baizang's neck, stepped up her petite body, and sat firmly on the back of the white tiger.

"Master, where are we going now?" Shao Xiaoli asked.

"Go earlier." Ye Chan Palace said: "go to 4000 years."

……

……

Middle Earth, sword Pavilion, the 73rd cave.

There are still five days to go before Ke Wenzhou said that he would go through the customs.

These days, Liu junzhuo has tried to fight against the ghosts walking in the ancient corridor, but she is surprised to find that these ghosts are like real undead people. Even if they are cut into thousands of pieces, they can still be put together as they are.

They didn't pay attention to their swords, but walked in the ancient corridor step by step all day long.

Today, there is a tremor in the northwest.

What happened in the northwest was shocking. When the waves reached the pavilion, there was only a slight tremor.

But it was this faint tremor that stopped the ghost walking in the ancient corridor.

Liu junzhuo sat in the lattice and looked out.

She was shocked to find that these ghosts not only stopped, but also reached out and used their own jade wat to knock on the wall beside the closed disciples.

Liu junzhuo didn't think much about it. The power of the remnant country in her body immediately drove her. When the light of the sword suddenly came on, her figure leaped. She dragged her sword across and aroused a large amount of dazzling light and shadow. In the light and shadow, the ghosts fell to the ground and began to reassemble quickly.

At the same time, the disciples in the cave slowly opened their eyes one by one.

The first one to wake up is elder martial sister.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her standing in the ancient corridor with a sword like an enemy. She frowned and asked, "younger martial sister... What are you doing?"

There are many creeping shadows between Liu junzhuo and her, but it's obvious that Zhou Zhenyue can't see them.

Liu Jun zhuotan opens her mouth slightly, and wants to explain.

But the other disciples soon woke up, and they subconsciously looked at her.

In Qi's eyes, she felt a little stiff.

Liu junzhuo opened her mouth and lowered her eyelids. Instead of looking at the ghosts that had returned to their original state, she said in a soft voice, "nothing. Try to see if the sword is sharper after quenching."

She can't solve the problem of these ghosts now. Of course, the rest of the disciples can't do it any more. It's just adding confusion to rashly tell them.

Zhou Zhenyue let out a sound and didn't doubt the younger martial sister.

"There are still five days to go before the day that master said. Why do you all wake up?" Liu junzhuo has a wonderful way.

Zhou Zhenyue explained: "the 45th is the deadline. No matter whether the quenching is successful or not, we must start. It's good to wake up early. Maybe we can help master."

"Oh, so..." Liu junzhuo said absently.

Zhou Zhenyue had gathered his disciples to test their cultivation achievements. Although the process of body quenching was painful, the result was smoother than expected. In just over a month, there were ten more disciples in the sword Pavilion.

It's just that these realms will play an important role in future battles.

The disciples walked out of the 73rd cave together.

In the process, the ghosts didn't move.

But Liu junzhuo didn't feel at ease because of this. On the contrary, he felt more numb because after they left the cave, the ghosts who were wearing ancient robes and carrying Yuhu also came up! One by one, they stood behind the disciples, like shadows they could not avoid.

Liu junzhuo can foresee that if these ghosts want to do something, they can use the technique of suppressing puppets without their disciples' awareness, and turn everyone into puppets to be manipulated.

How can I stop it?

Liu junzhuo clenched her fists more and more tightly. She was drenched in cold sweat. When the wind blew the top of her hair, the jade toe in the woman's boots could not help but buckle up.

"Younger martial sister." When Zhou Zhenyue touched her shoulder, Liu junzhuo was shocked and looked at her.

Looking at her beautiful face, Zhou Zhenyue worried: "what's the matter with you, younger martial sister? Is there something wrong with quenching? Or... What's on your mind? "

Liu junzhuo turns a lock of her hair. She looks at the elder martial sister's concern, and her belief becomes more and more firm. Kill the person who controls the puppets, and the puppets will die with them... Whoever controls them will kill themselves, even if the person is a mentor.

Liu junzhuo shook his head and said, "it's OK. Just now, I'm worried about my younger martial sister."

"Little younger martial sister..." Zhou Zhenyue also thought of Liu Xiwan and said: "Naning has been cruel for a long time. Little younger martial sister has entered the tiger's den and wolf's mouth. I don't know how safe she is? I hope she can succeed in the assassination. "

Liu junzhuo laughed at himself in a very light voice and said, "it's better if the younger martial sister is not stabbed."

"What?" Zhou Zhenyue didn't hear clearly.

"I mean, younger martial sister will succeed." Liu junzhuo said with a smile.

Zhou Zhenyue's head was lighter, and her brows were still worried.

The rest of the disciples are ready.

Under the leadership of the two elder martial sisters, they march toward the northwest together, and the ghost of Gupao Yuhu should follow them.

"Elder martial sister, when you get to Gu Huang, you should stay where you are. I'm in the highest realm, and I'll explore the way for you." Liu junzhuo said, "I'll let you know when I find out that the situation is OK. In a word... Don't rush forward."

Although Zhou Zhenyue didn't know what she was worried about, she agreed to her plan for safety.

This evening, thirteen figures left the pavilion one after another

This is the eve of the outbreak of many major events. The oppressive atmosphere is shrouded in the sky of the Middle Earth for no reason. The wind and clouds passing through the world become dry, which seems to indicate that disaster is coming.

Today, Jiuling Yuansheng said goodbye to Baize and little monkey, saying that he was going to meet an old friend.

The little monkey is trying to build a wooden dragon in the house.

"I've heard the legend of the Middle Earth. The four elephants cause disasters, the Golden Dragon comes out, and worshiping the golden dragon can live..." while weaving a wooden dragon, the little monkey said: "when the disaster is coming, we'll go to the city to dance the dragon, cheat people out, and then destroy the 81 city to rescue the saints!"

"Dragon dance." Bai Ze gently shook his head and said, "I've only heard of lion and dragon dance, but I haven't heard of lion and dragon dance."

The little monkey frowned and said eagerly, "don't be sarcastic. Come and help me, too! We can save one, one! "

"There's no way for the whole city to see a golden dragon of your size," he said

The little monkey asked, "how big is the dragon?"

"It has to be at least half the size of 81 cities," he said

The little monkey was slightly stiff. He looked at Baize and asked, "can you simulate one with Demon power?"

Baise shook his head, "if you want to save the saint, then I can't waste my energy on it."

The little monkey clenched his fist, looked at the wooden dragon he had worked hard to make, and said to himself, "is there really no way?"

……

In a temple, jiulingyuansheng stepped over the threshold, looked over the crowd, and finally saw a big turtle lying in the pool.

This is the golden turtle in the temple. If you can throw money on its back, it means good luck.

So it has a lot of money on its back.

The tortoise is very old. It has a wrinkled neck and closed eyelids. It looks like an old man in the vicissitudes of life.

Its feet are standing in the water, and its head is leaning outside. In the temple behind it, the Buddha paints gold and the smoke curls.

Jiuling Yuansheng came to him, looked at the tortoise, took out a pinched bell, and sighed: "long time no see..."

The old turtle's head moved and turned to the lion.

It stared at the broken bell for a long time, then said: "yes, long time no see... Nine spirit green lion, I didn't expect you were still alive."

Jiuling Yuansheng laughed and said, "I don't call this now. They call me Jiuling Yuansheng."

"Yuansheng..." the old tortoise pondered and said, "it sounds more powerful. Unlike me, I still don't have a name."

Jiulingyuansheng said, "aren't you called Zhenhai Linggui?"

"That's my title, not my name." Zhenhai Linggui looked at the bell and said, "how is the young man who came to send you the bell?"

"It should be OK." Nine spirits, Yuan Sheng Dao.

"You won't eat him, will you?" The turtle asked suspiciously.

Jiulingyuansheng said with a smile, "why do I have such skills?"

Incense guests come and go, it seems that no one has seen the nine lions.

Looking at the gray sky, Zhenhai Linggui said: "five hundred years..."

"Well." Jiulingyuansheng nodded and said, "five hundred years ago, the sky tilted northwest and the earth sank southeast. At that time, I thought you were dead."

Zhenhai Linggui said: "don't worry, the king of the millennium and the turtle of the 80000 years. According to this statement, I am still young. Besides, the tortoise will live longer than the lion

"Is it..." jiulingyuansheng put his hands on his knees and said, "no matter how long we live, it's only five hundred years. We are all hanged by the saints."

Zhenhai Linggui said, "you came to 81 city to save the saint, right?"

Jiulingyuansheng said, "what about you? Are you, too? "

Zhenhai Linggui shook his head: "I don't have that ability. I just want to accompany him more."

Jiulingyuansheng suddenly felt a sense of bitterness. He sat there like a big man in his spare time, looking back on his life.

"Zhenhai Linggui asked:" we have many of the same kind, now still under the pressure of the human imperial city

Jiulingyuansheng nodded, "yes."

"Can you save them?"

"If saints can live, they can live."

"Yes... Many of our companions are still floating in the sea of ruins. If you can, remember to bring them back for burial."

"I'll try my best." Jiulingyuansheng pressed his hands on his knees and sighed: "if the sage didn't give me an iron umbrella, it would be better to have a knife. I don't want to protect anyone from the wind and rain."

Zhenhai tortoise comforted: "the sage has no idea, he gave you an umbrella, there must be his reason."

"Maybe."

In the rainstorm, the lion and the turtle in the cage were talking like this. After fighting with the sky, all souls withered, and the sharp eyes had gone through the vicissitudes, like the rusty copper bell.

So they ended their five hundred years apart.

"The water here is too shallow. Are you used to living here?" Jiuling Yuansheng stood up, looked at it and asked.

Zhenhai Linggui said: "now the sea is calm and the lakes are calm. I am no longer needed in the world. I come from the temple and go back to the temple."

Jiulingyuansheng nodded: "take good care of yourself." In the setting sun, Zhenhai Linggui turned his head, looked at the crimson light reflected in the water, looked at the scattered copper coins on his back, and said with a smile, "I'm fine. You see, how rich I am." In the silent smile, jiulingyuansheng came out of the temple where the incense was still vigorous. A woman's money bag fell to the ground when she bought incense. Jiulingyuansheng incarnated as an old man, picked it up and returned it to the woman. The child next to her said thank you, grandfather. After thanking the mother and son, they went to the temple. The child took the smallest copper coin and tried to throw it on the back of the golden turtle. In the temple, people are lighting incense and praying for signs. The worshipped Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are emblazoned and drooping their eyebrows. They are full of kindness, as if they can protect everything. People don't know that the old man who wants to destroy everything is standing outside and staring at them in silence. Jiulingyuansheng closed his eyes and turned to leave. All of a sudden, he looked up at the sky. A bird with golden feathers came and stopped in the tree beside him“ What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you? " Jiuling Yuansheng didn't hide his surprise. Here comes the golden winged Mirs. He is a ghost, wrapped in bits and pieces of power, barely able to maintain his true appearance. The golden winged Mirs said: "this is the letter from the queen of ten thousand demons. It's her conjecture that she looks at the starry sky these days. She asked me to give it to you. It might be useful." Jiulingyuansheng asked, "why don't you go to find some less respectable disciples?" Golden winged Dapeng shook his head and said weakly, "I don't have the strength to go to them. You can hand them over for me, and... I can only come to you." Jiuling Yuansheng didn't understand: "why?"“ I'm too weak to do anything else. " The golden winged Mirs stared at him and said, "don't you always want to get the complete power of gluttonous? Now, eat me. "..."（ Friendship tweet: Great Bodhi, a certain point, no female master of westward travel)