Beyond the Divine States

The time in Shenhua building goes back 4000 years.

It was the time when the six gods of Taichu had just arrived at the home star, and the Dark Lord had not yet come from the dead star to cover the sky. People and Demons faced the local ancient gods on the newborn star, drinking blood and living in the crevice.

But this seems to be the beginning of civilization.

Siming sits on the stump, behind which is the newly built wooden house. She holds her hands against the edge of the stump and looks up at the sky. Her long light colored hair falls to the ground, coiled and stacked, and stained with the fresh fragrance of plants.

Birds are chirping in the branches, and white clouds are flowing in the sky. When the breeze blows, simang always thinks of the night when he crossed the thousand peaks by boat in Yuhu peak.

If you indulge in this beauty, it seems that all troubles will dissipate.

All of a sudden, her hands were in front of her.

"Guess who I am?"

The girl's voice rang out.

Simang red lips slightly pick, light way: "Xiao Li is really boring."

Shao xiaolisong opened her hand and sat down beside Siming. She gently rested on the woman's lap, looked at the scene flowing in the sun, and muttered, "it's been three days. What are we doing here? If I stay any longer, I will forget that there are still enemies? "

This is the third day for them to come to the historical dreamland of Shenhua building.

They built a courtyard and lived here. Every day they eat, sleep and bask in the sun. Occasionally they go out to fight with the evil spirits. The power is to move their muscles and bones.

In such a leisurely day, when Shao Xiaoli looked at Baiyun many times, he almost thought that it was the peaceful time for them to live in seclusion together in the mountain forest after plundering the waves.

Siming pinched her face and said, "isn't it better to be leisurely? Do you want to fight all day? "

"Of course." Shao Xiaoli grabbed Siming's hand and said, "but how can I see Siming's sister so unhappy?"

"Well? How can I be unhappy? " Si Ming doubts a way.

Shao Xiaoli said with a smile: "master and Shizu eloped together and left us here. Is sister Siming really happy?"

"They're on business." Simang glared at her and said, "we should take the overall situation as the most important thing, you know?"

Not far away, Lu's clothes are hanging out. The slightly wet white clothes are spread out, rippling like waves when blown by the wind, making a clattering sound. Sunlight slanting down, reflected in the clothes, the reflection of white light is dazzling.

Listening to their conversation, Lu Jiajia turned her head and stood at the intersection of light and shadow under the eaves, holding her hair blown by the wind and showing a beautiful smile.

Shao Xiaoli and Siming sat on the stump beside the pond and whispered.

All of a sudden, another pair of hands covered Siming's eyes, which were extremely soft and fluffy.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow?"

The voice came from behind.

But Bai Zang is obviously not as well treated as Shao Xiaoli.

"I guess you're big!"

Siming reached behind him with his backhand, grasped the keel chain and pulled the white cat in front of him.

Bai Zang stares at simang innocently, thinking that the master of Baiyin snow palace is playing games with you, and he is even despised. Her meat mat flew and screamed. The character Wang on her forehead looked very weak, but it was more like a decoration.

Simang is very vengeful. When the city was broken, Bai Zang and her went to the temple of fufu, and she still remembered the scene of treating her as a prisoner.

These days, she will find a reason to bully Bai Zang when she is idle.

For example, the reason for beating baizang yesterday is that baizang can't snap his fingers. Baizang strongly defends this, saying how can a cat snap his fingers in the world?

Now, after being severely bullied, Bai Zang is thrown out of the door and tied to a tree. His task is to guard the house.

Bai Zang never thought that he would ever fall into such a field. It's really like fighting for a job with a dog

Baizang is lying silently under the tree. The light sun is crushed by the gap of the tree and falls on her beaver hair. Her round ears are standing. She curled up, turned her head, and listened to the conversation and occasional laughter of the three gorgeous women in the door, mewing.

Four thousand years ago

Baizang looks at the towering giant wood in front of her. The sound of the giant beast makes her unable to sleep comfortably.

Four thousand years ago, she was just born. At that time, she was locked up with a group of wild cats, competing with them for food. At that time, she was afraid of the sun, and did not dare to go out of the dark and cold cell. She had not yet climbed the tree for the first time, and developed tiger ambition and blood.

Now the world is showing up to her again. She is no longer a high God, so it is hard to avoid a sense of regret for the passage of time in her heart.

As baizang recalls the past, the forest in front of him collapses one after another. A demon in the shape of an ancient ox tears open the tree and walks out of it with a fierce face.

This is a time of chaos. In three days, Lu Jiajia and simang have killed countless demons.

Gu Niu, who was polluted by demons, stared at the simple courtyard, growled and walked towards it.

Bai Zang licked his paws, thinking that he could finally move his muscles and bones.

But Gu Niu didn't even look at her.

Bai Zang meowed for a long time. Gu Niu finally turned his head and noticed the little spot tied by the tree.

He turned his eyes and looked indifferent. As his head twisted, the horn cut across the tree. The horn looked like a real giant blade, tearing the tree from the tree in an instant.

The crown of the tree and half of the trunk were removed, and the sunlight poured down, showing Bai Zang's angry pupils.

Huh? Haven't you been scared?

Magic cow micro Zheng, thought this is the newborn tiger is not afraid of cattle.

His muscular body stirred slightly, and the low roar came out from his body, which turned into thunder and lightning from his mouth and nose. As soon as the giant ox turned around, it turned its hooves and stepped down on the cub, trampling its life into flesh.

Huge hooves fall.

Magic cow was stunned. It found that what it stepped on was not a cat, but an indestructible stone. It could not press down the hoof with all its strength. On the contrary, its muscles trembled under a strong reverse force. It had no time to react, and the hoof and its whole body were abruptly raised.

Then, between the faltering, its steady body fell to the ground.

The magic cow didn't know what happened. He only saw a flash of white shadow in Yu Guangzhong. The paw of the white cat had already stretched out from the foot pad. When it was waving in the air, the wind of the paw suddenly rose like a sword. It immediately pressed on the body of the magic cow. It cut the skin, tore the muscles, and the blood gushed out in the scream.

Baizang fell to the ground lightly and didn't bother to see the bull.

Shao Xiaoli hears the news outside and comes to collect the ingredients with a kitchen knife. Bai Zang looks up at the falling sun. He silently unties his chain and holds it in his mouth. Then he ties himself to another tree and sleeps again under the shelter of the shade.

In her sleep, she mews twice, as if complaining that ye Chan Gong and Ning have not come back for a long time.

……

At this moment, on the snow mountain of northern China, Ning Changjiu stands side by side with yechan palace, overlooking the crystal world surrounded by snow mountains, and the sky lake surrounded by mountains is like a bright and clear mirror.

"You built that lake for Xihe."

Ye Chan palace pointed to the snow mountain like a dust-free world and said so.

Ning long nodded.

He had this memory. At the beginning, he wanted to persuade Xihe to go to the world with him, but Xihe had a willful temper of a lady in the boudoir. He only felt that the world was dirty and did not want to go. So he dug a lake in the clearest place for her to bathe. But Rao was so. Xihe still came to the world, So the lake has been silent in this ice and snow for thousands of years.

Yechan palace took back her sight from the lake. The gold in her pupil had faded away. At the moment, it seemed that her right eye was more likely to be imprinted with dark golden lines.

Originally lovely and beautiful girl, now looks more like a God walking in the world.

They walked together on the ridge, and the lake in the distance reflected their shadow.

"Is this the far north of the world?" Ning long standing on the cold snow mountain, looking far away.

Ye Chan palace nodded and said, "well, this is the quietest place in the world."

Ning Changjiu asked, "do you like it here?"

Yechan palace didn't answer, but said: "this mountain range has gone through several wars, and its foundation is already unstable. If you don't come with Xihe again, this lake will be buried by the collapsed snow mountain."

The ethereal voice of yechan palace is diluted by the cold wind. In the silent lake, two figures disappear, like a dragonfly on the water.

The snow mountain fades quickly in the field of vision, like a dandelion in the corner of the eye.

In the twinkling of an eye, they came to Beiming.

They didn't stand by the cliff of Beiming, but went directly to the bottom of the sea.

In the Coral Sea, tiny fish, wrapped in colorful colors, pass by one by one. Ye Chan palace looks around, and the golden light in her right pupil floats in the water.

The bottom of the sea is full of rare life. Sometimes there are mollusks and big fish with sharp teeth swimming from the top, and their huge tail is like a hammer. But they turn a blind eye to Ning Changchang and ye Chan palace, and they don't know who is the shadow and who is the real.

The skirt of yechan Palace's black skirt is spreading like a flower in the water. The thin feet wrapped in cotton stockings are turning the water. She is like a fish swimming in the colorful and treacherous underwater world.

"What is the master looking at?" Ning Changchang asked.

"Look at the real world." Ye Chan palace golden pupil flashing, so to speak.

In front, suddenly there are many mountains rising.

"There is no sea on the moon prisoner, and there is no such view." Ye Chan Palace said.

"The sea of clouds is not a human landscape." Ning Changjiu said.

Yechan palace gently fell on a big mountain, where the mountain has become the nest of sea snakes.

"It used to be a land mountain, but it was swallowed up by the tsunami." Ye Chan palace looks at the dark mountains in the sea and says, "I'm not sure.".

Ning Changjiu said, "if you go further, you will go to the deep sea. Do you want to go there?"

"Well."

Ye Chan palace gently covers the skirt raised by the current and nods to respond.

In the blink of an eye, they came to the bottom of the sea.

Under the deep sea, they looked up together. The sea was undulating and flickering in the darkness, which seemed very high.

"If human beings were born from the bottom of the sea, how would they feel when they first saw the starry sky across the deep sea?" Ye Chan palace asked softly.

"Maybe it's the same as the one who flies across the sky and sees the vast universe for the first time." Ning long made such an answer.

Ye Chan palace holding knees, undercurrent lifted her skirt.

She is so immature and perfect... In this dark space with only two people, they are like the ancestors, who will breed tribes in the unknown deep sea, but their descendants will never be as perfect as they are.

Quiet time, people's minds will always flash over countless ideas.

"I love it here." Ye Chan Palace said.

"Me too." Ning long soft way.

"I wish I could stay in the world all the time." In yechan Palace's heart, some soft places seem to be touched.

"One and a half billion years have failed to destroy us. I believe that one day we will get out of the deep sea." I'd rather say it for a long time. In his semantics, the whole world is a deep sea.

"Well." Ye Chan Gong said, "I believe it, too."

They looked at each other calmly.

Ning Changjiu suddenly feels that the girl around him seems strange.

He turned his head and looked at her. The girl shivered in the lonely sea.

"Master, what's the matter?" Ning Changchang asked.

Ye Chan palace looked at him and said, "I'm so cold."

……

They are no longer in the deep sea.

The next moment, they have crossed the sea and the lonely mountain, came to the clouds.

The snow-white birds chirp and fly with them.

"Is master still cold?" Ning Changchang asked.

"It's not cold near the sun." Ye Chan Palace said.

Ning long looked at her cold face, always feel that she is trying to express some strong emotions, but any emotion after her filter, will become clear and thin.

Ning long holds her hand gently.

The last time I shook hands like this, it seems that it was 3000 years ago.

It was a pair of tender and soft hands. They were so small that they didn't even dare to use force for a long time. They only dare to hold them gently. Now the proud and mysterious goddess she looks fragile, just like a newly broken pineapple.

Ning long looked at her sometimes provoked corners of the mouth, asked: "what are you doing?"

Ye Chan palace lowered her head and said, "I'm learning to express myself."

Ning Changjiu asked: "learn to express?"

"Well." "It's hard for me to express clearly my sadness or happiness, but I think they can be replaced by crying and laughing. Recently, I often practice smiling," ye said

Ye Chan Palace said so with a smile.

Her smile was so bright that no one would think it half false.

Ning Changchang said, "I'm better. What's Shizun like crying?"

Ye Chan palace smile solidification in the wind, fairy dimple turned calm.

She didn't express any emotion, but Ning long felt a sense of groundless anger from her.

They came down from the clouds and there was a vast desert below.

The desert world is lonely and open.

Ye Chan palace gazed at the meeting, then turned and left. Her footprints on the beach were very small, as if it was a little swan.

"When the Dragon sparrow comes, this is her territory." On the edge of the desert, yechan Palace said.

"Rosefinch..." Ning thought about the God who killed Xihe for a long time. After thousands of years, he could not understand the unforgettable hatred of that year. What haunted him was more doubts: "what agreement did the master make with her?"

"It's just a bet that has nothing to do with winning or losing." Ye Chan Palace said: "as for what she wants to do, um... It has something to do with three thousand worlds."

"Three thousand worlds?"

"Well. What do you think three thousand worlds look like? " Asked Ye Chan.

I'd rather not give an answer for a while.

He had no time to go to the west, and he had not really seen three thousand worlds.

In the twinkling of an eye, the false moon rises, casting the false moonlight.

They continue to walk together, through the snow, the sea, the desert, the grassland, the mountains, through every part of the world.

Finally, they crossed the southern wilderness together and came to the southernmost end of the world.

It's Iceland floating in the sea.

"I didn't expect there would be such a place further south of Nanzhou." Ning long looked at the moonlight dream like ice and snow world, sighed.

Ye Chan palace is walking in the moonlight, with her feet on the ice, like the master of dreams.

"Yes, it is said that in many parts of the world, evil poems are reproduced according to ancient civilization." Ye Chan Palace said.

"The world is really vast." I'd rather go for a long time.

"Well, with such a beautiful world, no life born here will be lonely."

In the light words, they stepped over a layer of ice.

A long time has passed.

They traveled for several days in the dreamland of 4000 years ago.

In the past few days, Lu Jiajia and simang are still waiting for their husband and master to return. The only remaining demons are gathering towards the 81 city of Zhongtu. It seems that the rain is coming. The remains of Ke Wenzhou are still under the pressure of Zhongtu. They don't know whether they are alive or dead. However, the younger brothers of the sword pavilion have already crossed half of Zhongtu and are about to arrive at the ruins of guhuang.

There are vast rivers of stars on the glacier. It seems that the past and the reality meet in a certain sense. Along with time and space, it also appears lonely.

"That's it."

Ye Chan palace stands on tiptoe and walks through the iceberg in the far south.

Ning long looking at the front of the mountain, an old sheep lying there.

It's Yuanjun.

It seems to have been waiting here for a long time.

Yuanjun opened his eyes and stood up on the iceberg. This is its mythical form. It has opened it and is ready to fight a decisive battle at any time.

"You say the Dark Lord is not invincible, right?" Yuan Jun looked at Ye Chan palace and asked.

"Yes." Ye Chan palace replied: "I came here to verify my mind."

Yuanjun asked, "have you verified it?"

Ye Chan Palace said: "not yet, to really verify it, there is still a lack of conditions."

"What conditions?" Yuanjun asked.

Ye Chan palace way: "need the Dark Lord to stay away from this world temporarily."

Yuanjun asked, "far away from the world?"

"Well." Ye Chan Palace said: "there is no need to destroy it, just temporarily weaken its influence on the world."

"Stupid people talk about dreams." Yuan Jun said with a sneer: "you have traveled around the world for so many days just to get an impossible answer?"

"It can be done."

"Well? Who can do it? "

"Maybe you can raise your father."

"Ju Fu..." Yuan Jun shakes his head again: "Ju Fu's weak soul can't even break the Middle Earth cage. How can he go to the immortal court again?"

Ye Chan Palace said: "Ju Fu once said that 500 years of human life can produce a saint."

Yuanjun frowned more tightly. He looked at the handsome young man in white beside yechan palace. The face that once made the six gods cold was silent. Yuanjun straightened up and said, "I know that as a projection, I can't kill you, but don't forget that there is still a kingdom of heavenly steeds in the sky. These days, heavenly steeds should be reorganized and complete, and it has been waiting for my signal."

Ye Chan palace way: "can wait again."

Yuanjun said: "what's the use of futile struggle? There's no way to save mankind. "

Ning Changjiu, who had been silent, finally opened his mouth. He said seriously, "if human beings can't save themselves, then God will save the world."

Yuanjun didn't want to wait any longer.

It raised its head and roared at the sky.

The glacier melts, the sky is distorted, and the pictures in the magic world of shenhualou collapse.

Ye Chan palace lips slightly pursed, the Dark Lord is still staring at them, she still can't tell the truth of her guess.

She looks at Ning long.

Ning long nodded, ready to fight.

The long whistling of the sheep reverberates in the ice world. Ning long reaches out his hand, and Liu Xiwan flies thousands of miles away. The girl's body becomes light and transparent, and the light and meaning of the sword diffuse. They all respond, just like the wind gathering towards the palm of the hand.

It seems that another divine battle is about to begin.

But the solemn looking yuan Jun suddenly frowned.

Outside the Shenhua building, the first one to respond to him was not Tianji, but Ke Wenzhou.

It was not young Ke Wenzhou, but an old man with withered hair and broken arms.

Outside?

In the previous battle, the swordsman who showed incredible survivability and combat effectiveness was still just one of them?

Is the power of the Dark Lord so terrible?

Ning long also noticed.

He imagined that Ke Wenzhou might use his body again, but he didn't expect that he was really so big!

On the ruins of guhuang, the old man with white hair stood indifferently.

He held a black sword and pointed to the sky.

"Lord, I have done this step, isn't it enough?" Ke Wenzhou asked this question.

The quiet sky finally responded.

The way of heaven permeated in little by little.

The thick sky became thinner and thinner under the oppression of the Dark Lord and the swordsman. Then, the dark light fell into Ke Wenzhou's body.

That's the real power of the Dark Lord.

Just as he did in those years, he proved his loyalty thoroughly by many bloody battles. For the puppet created by the Dark Lord in this world, he is the only one who is qualified to be the container of the way of heaven.

Outside the Shenhua building, Ji Xuan saw a shocking scene.

Ke Wenzhou stands in the void, and his whole body is almost connected with the dark night sky.

Ji Xuan immediately threw his own slender sword, and the power of Xuanze also poured out. But the Dark Lord's light column was too strong, and his vast power could not shake it.

At the back of the Shenhua building, someone came to defend the sword.

That's Liu junzhuo.

The disciples were still on the way, but she came one day ahead of time with her sword at the front.

Liu junzhuo saw the dark air from a long distance. She had a bad feeling in her heart. It was not until she saw the scene that her heart was completely tightened.

Without any words, Liu junzhuo directly uses the power of the remnant country and draws his sword to chop it up.

She could no longer convince her master that she was a good person.

Because at the moment, the master's body is full of dark red cracks. Behind him, the black air is swirling, and the evil air is all over the sky. What is this?

Ke Wenzhou looked at the woman who had chopped herself, shook her head and said, "Liu Xiwan wants to kill me. Are you elder martial sister like her?"

Liu junzhuo's hand trembled. She rushed over like a suicide and roared, "you... You've been cheating us! Do you know how much elder martial sister respects you? Do you know how much the disciples revere you? How can you... "

Ke Wenzhou interrupted: "I have never cheated you. I always guard the way of heaven and the rules of the world."

"You devil

Liu junzhuo looks at the old man with red and black blood, and the sword is finally approaching.

On Ke Wenzhou's calm face, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

He did not expect that his disciple's sword actually went through the barrier and really penetrated his chest.

"Is this... The power of supporting the disabled country?" Ke Wenzhou suddenly realized, with a look of pain on his face.

The power of aura and Dark Lord is totally different, so Xuanze's attack didn't hurt him at all. However, the power of cufu is given by the Dark Lord and has the same origin with him. They are like the liquid that wants to be the same. Once they come into contact, they fuse together.

Liu junzhuo holds the sword tightly and wants to push it forward an inch.

At this moment, she forgot all her swordsmanship. She just wanted to push it forward, even if it was only one inch!

Ke asked the boat and sighed softly.

He took the sword that pierced his chest and crushed it to pieces. Suddenly, Liu junzhuo snorted miserably and flew out of the body and smashed it into the Luo river.

Liu junzhuo feels that all her bones are about to break. She pulls herself out of the turbulent River and wants to fight again. In her pupils, she sees that the wound she tried her best to pierce is closing at the speed visible to the naked eye.

That's an immortal body!

Ke Wenzhou looked at her coldly and said, "I'm a betrayer, so I hate betrayal."

As he said this, he waved his sword and chopped it at Liu junzhuo.

Between the lightning and flint, a golden light ran through the heaven and earth, across in front of her.

She guessed vaguely who it was.

Boom!

The golden light and the dark pillar touch each other, and the huge light flow swings in the sky. Liu junzhuo and the whole Luo river are crushed down.

Ke Wenzhou was holding a huge black sword. With only one sword, he cut back the forced figure.

Rather long hanging in the air, staring indifferently at the old man covered with black and red blood, Ke Wenzhou is more like a mythical devil than a man.

Ke Wenzhou felt the new and incredible power in his body, calling the wind and the rain, stealing the sky and changing the sun... These horrible words in the past seemed as simple as moving his fingers at the moment.

Yuanjun also came out of Shenhua building.

He looked at Ke Wenzhou, like a great life, and said: "this is the power of the Dark Lord, the darkness over us, the invincible ghost!"

Yuan Jun stares at Ye Chan palace and roars: "didn't you say there was a way? Now the incarnation of the Dark Lord is in front of you. You killed him

Ke Wenzhou looked at them calmly.

He felt the power that made him tremble. The earth and the sky became paper in his eyes. All people were as small as insects, as if they could be easily crushed to death. He said: "rather long, you may be able to defeat me as a swordsman and everything in the world, but you can't win me now, because this is 1.5 billion years ago, This is the crystallization of the whole civilization. Here's your story... Ah

He said something.

The head flew.

Ke Wenzhou felt at a loss. He is an invincible being and the only incarnation of the Dark Lord. Who can cut off his neck, cut off his head? He couldn't understand. Was it a dream? Or was it just an illusion of being possessed when the Dark Lord's power poured down? Ke Wenzhou had not figured it out yet, but the sword light came up again. It was the sword light that he was very familiar with. He didn't know where to see it. His body, the right arm also flew up, with the right arm flying up, is countless pieces of flesh and blood. The heart was exposed and stabbed. The feeling of pain exploded in the sea of his knowledge. It was a pain that could not be described by thousands of arrows penetrating the heart and thousands of cuts. But the pain soon came to an end. Because his head was split in two by the sword! Blood splashed. Everything is blurred. At the end of the line of sight, he vaguely saw a face, a face he knew, but could not remember. It was a teenager with a broken arm. The young man was holding the sword, which he had honed for a long time in guhuang. He stood in the air, looking at Yuanjun, Ning Changjiu, ye Chan palace, and finally Liu junzhuo on the Bank of the Luo river“ Master... Master Liu junzhuo can't believe what he saw. It was a young man with broken arms, but his breath was clearly the breath of Ke Wenzhou, the leader of the sword Pavilion. Young Ke Wenzhou stretched out his hand and continued to accept the power of the secret Lord. He looked at Liu junzhuo, his voice was calm and heavy: "there has been a saint in the world for five hundred years. Now, this saint is in me."