Beyond the Divine States

The thick mountain like thunder clouds squirm like childbirth, and the thunder light, like a ball or a python, keeps falling, and the air around them is full of hissing and vibrating electric current.

But Ning could not hear any sound for a long time. He was not sure whether his eardrum had been cracked or whether his voice was isolated by something.

It was Ning Changchang, who looked silly and honest, who took the lead in saying, "you should always be so nice to your younger martial sister."

Rather long lips half open, want to speak but feel hoarse throat, how also can't open mouth.

He suddenly realized that his body was so light because two souls had left the body.

The two souls are hidden in the deepest part of consciousness, in a mysterious state of three souls in one body, which is not allowed by heaven and earth. Maybe this is also the real reason for the thunder robbery.

That youth rather for a long time looked at the direction of the temple, smile, "take good care of younger martial sister, also live well."

That night, under the bite of the ghost, his soul had long been broken into pieces. Now it was hard to save them. They were sealed in the depths of the sea of knowledge. Today, he was led by the thunder of that day and finally left his body.

But his soul is too weak. In the thunder, the figure is more and more thin and transparent.

There was a bang.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly woke up.

"Elder martial brother... Elder martial brother!"

She broke away from Lu's embrace and ran out of the house. The wind was like a knife. Before she stepped over the threshold, her body was pressed back. Her back head hit Lu's chest. Lu held her and sighed with pity.

"Sister Lu... Help my elder martial brother." Ning Xiaoling grabbed the skirt of the woman in white, and her voice choked.

Lu Jiajia patted her on the back. She wanted to make her sleep again, but she hung her hand on her eyebrow for a moment, and finally fell down with a sigh.

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The surface of Zhao xianger's red umbrella is very thin, but the ancient umbrella, which is supported by hundreds of ribs, also has great toughness. After all, it is the treasure of the imperial city. At the moment, even if it is eroded by thunder and fire, it just leaves a light, water like trace on the surface of the umbrella.

The wind is whistling in my ears.

Zhao xianger's pace is getting slower and slower, and her aura of body protection is also gradually disappearing. The wind is like a knife, carrying thunder and lightning. The red rope of her hair is also worn and broken, and her ink hair is scattered. It is surging in the air, like seaweed in the fast flowing water.

It was almost in the middle of the thunder, and the dazzling light had been reflected on her eyes through the umbrella. Even though she was across the umbrella, she still couldn't open her eyes.

Just as she wanted to remove the umbrella and see what happened in the middle of the thunder, the strong pressure was obviously weakened.

The bent edge of the red umbrella began to rebound, and what passed by her cheek was no longer thunder movies, but pieces of broken glass.

The huge roar also disappeared, and the rapid transition from extremely noisy to quiet made her feel deaf for a moment, and the air around her seemed to be completely drained.

She hesitated for a moment, removed the umbrella face, and as soon as she received it, she suddenly saw a shadow full of vision - something fell.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, smart power surging, want to push away the smashed thing.

But just now, her spiritual power consumption was also huge. At this moment, the shadow suddenly fell down, and her hasty spiritual power was smashed.

A numb wrist, red umbrella off the ground, was not stopped by the wind behind, and the figure directly hit her arms.

The girl snorted. With the momentum of the impact, she retreated a few steps and still fell backward. The handle of the red umbrella just touched her waist and upward spine, so that she could not fall. Her embroidered shoes were off the ground, but her toes still adhered to the ground. Her upper body was leaning back, her long hair was falling down like a waterfall, Show back and waist - hip between the curved into an exaggerated and wonderful arc.

At the moment, the dust and thunder are falling like snowflakes, like a silent fireworks.

After a short trance, Zhao xianger saw the figure in his arms.

It was a pretty but pale face, just from the sky, it was this young man who passed out after the thunder.

Zhao xianger's breathing is slightly stagnant. From childhood to adulthood, she only has playmates with girls in Qianyu palace. Her closest contact with men may be that she fought eight people in front of Qianyu palace with one enemy three years ago.

So now she wants to push away the young man in her arms, and then carry him to his younger martial sister.

But when her hand touched his body, she saw a great sadness on his face. The boy had fainted, but his eyelids and eyelashes were still shaking, and his teeth were trembling slightly. The thick blood oozed from his lips and teeth and dropped onto her delicate clavicle, like a grain of cinnabar.

She looked at this face, clearly only one side, but I do not know why, there is always a familiar illusion.

Bright thunder debris is still falling, dark sky clouds gradually diluted in the wind.

So the scene was maintained in such a strange way, the red umbrella in full bloom fell to the ground, the handle of the umbrella supported the girl's body, and the girl held a dying figure in her arms.

When the thunder was gone, Lu Jiajia came behind them. He was surprised to see this scene.

To my surprise, Naning seems to be alive for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling also looks surprised. To her surprise, Her Highness, who looks light and lustless, just hugs her elder martial brother in such a way that she is ashamed to death

No, how can I think about this... Ning Xiaoling patted her head and ran to care about the safety of her elder martial brother.

Zhao xianger took a deep breath, straightened up his slender waist slowly, grabbed Ning Changchang's back neck in one hand, and moved his comatose face away from his thin right shoulder.

He was so heavy when he hit him, but now he was too light, as if all the water in his body had been evaporated.

Looking at elder martial brother's bloodstain and burning trace of thunder and lightning, Ning Xiaoling opened her mouth. Her words condensed in her throat, leaving only deep guilt.

Zhao xianger gave her a bad look and said, "follow me to the palace."

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Ning long knows that he is dreaming.

In his dream, he was walking on an extremely dark road. He could not see his fingers. Only a shining figure in front of him guided him.

That's who I was in my previous life.

"Where on earth are you going to take me?" Ning long can't help but ask.

The young man in the blue Taoist robe did not speak, but walked forward without delay.

On the dark road, there are pictures gradually.

A man with disordered Taoist robes and angular face was carrying a long knife. Looking at the Taoist temple on the cliff, he could not help smoothing his hair on both sides and said, "you will be the disciple of this temple in the future. Come on, second elder martial brother will take you to open your eyes."

He was followed by a four-year-old boy, who hid behind him timidly and looked at the Taoist temple in the cliff with fear in his eyes.

On this day, under the leadership of the second elder martial brother, Ning Changchang, who was only four years old, met the first elder martial sister, who was incomparable in purity and beauty, the Third Elder martial brother, who was dressed in dazzling red clothes and looked like a handsome young man, the fourth elder martial sister, who was Petite in stature, carrying a weapon box, short hair and slightly disordered, the fifth elder martial brother, who was simple in cloth clothes, bright in smile, very easygoing, and the sixth elder martial brother, who was silver haired and eccentric.

Then it's up to you.

He is the last disciple in the temple.

On the day of entering the temple, the sixth elder martial brother gave himself the key to the main gate of the temple and the three main halls. From that day on, he was responsible for closing the door to the temple every night.

This is the beginning of everything.

The view falls on the hillside. The mountain rises into the clouds, but the top is not visible. At the foot of the mountain is a small town with only a few hundred people, named Dahe Town.

After that, the picture changed very quickly. Ning Chang watched himself grow bigger and bigger. He carved the list that the master entrusted the second elder martial brother to him on the wall and scratched it out every once in a while.

In the twinkling of an eye, 12 years.

When he was 16 years old, he accompanied his fifth elder martial brother to sit on the edge of the cliff and look at the sea of clouds. In the evening, the sea of clouds was dyed crimson by the afterglow of the sunset. A yellow sunset ironed the orange edge and slowly sank into the earth.

He handed the letter back to the second elder martial brother, who sighed with regret and told him about his next 12 years.

The picture is glimmering.

Twelve years later, the main road has been built and the grand view has soared.

That night, the moon was white and huge, almost occupied half of the sky, as if within reach.

In Dahe Town, countless crimson lanterns slowly rose into the sky and were burning like sparks.

In the big moon, it seems that there is a heavenly gate opening, and the holy light from the immortal court can be seen. In the pouring moonlight, the elder martial sister, who is wearing a green skirt, is the leader. All the figures rise from the ground, cut open the sky and go against the sky.

It was a night he would never forget.

Then he suddenly looked back. In the dim light, the gate of the Taoist temple opened. The sword shadow was like a river rushing through the three palaces. The strength of the sword and the breaking of the murderous spirit were stronger than the previous six brothers and sisters.

Tide like white light, snow-white clothes ups and downs, such as a cold palace lamp, that indifferent face with unspeakable beauty.

It's the ultimate sword and the ultimate beauty. Even at a glance, it's breathtaking.

So in the light of the sword, his heart was really scattered, his soul was really shaken, and the consciousness of life was rapidly passing away. A pale golden shadow was dragged out of her body and cut off with one sword.

He fell off cloud cliff.

When I wake up, I am in a desolate world. The sky is dark and everything is dead. My body can hardly feel any weight. It seems that I can't be broken any more. The ten thousand stars in front of me are my only comfort.

He thought it was his own grave.

The shining figure stood in the dead gray prison, looking around at the desolation and sighing.

Ning looked at him for a long time, and his followers recalled the past.

The years in this tomb are the loneliest and longest years in his life, just like a dream of eternal doom.

"That's it." The figure whispered.

Ning Changjiu said, "if you are you, who am I?"

The figure did not look back from beginning to end, "I'm you, that stupid little Taoist is also you, from then on, you're just you."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "what kind of player do you play at this time? We are from a Taoist school, not the monk. "

The figure's joke is a little cold: "now we are not in the temple, do as the Romans do."

Ning long remembered that he was still suffering from thunder robbery, and he was really in a temple.

He didn't know how to answer.

"This is our last face." The figure said.

"What are you trying to say?" Ning Changchang asked.

The figure turned around, his face blurred, and he didn't smile any more. He looked very serious: "if you find the master... You must find her!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "how can I find it? Where is this Taoist temple in the world? Where is master now? After finding her... Will she see that I'm not dead again... "

The figure interrupted him and said: "you have calculated many times over the years, so have I. We can't get the answer, but you must go to her!"

Ning long thought of the two words "master", then he hastened to have a sharp pain like cracking in his chest. That kind of heart rending illusion brought a bone chilling cold to his whole body. He took a slight breath, touched the empty position where he had hidden the congenital spirit, and said: "I can't avoid it. Why do I want to find her?"

The figure's words seemed to sigh: "I don't know, but I only know one thing. Master killed Ningchang, but Ningchang is still alive. If you live, I live."

Ning Changchang still wanted to ask questions, but the figure became more and more pale. He continued: "over the years, I often see a picture, which is a boundless sea of dark stars, hanging all over the sky, are dead stars, only a few of them are still bright, so it tries to shine, as if it wants to pass the flame to all the other dead stars.

"Dead stars? What's that? " Ning Changchang asked.

"Death Star domain." The figure replied, "but what floats in it is not stars, but... Spirit swallowers."

"Spirit swallower?" Ning long heard this term, heart a surprise.

"Well, I often feel that this is what the master sees now."

"And we are the last stars."

His voice was too weak to be heard.

"That's all. Take care of yourself..."

The light curtain is broken.

The thunder fell.

Ning Changjiu saw the figure rise in the air and rush towards the thunder pool, while another Ning Changjiu saw that the figure was thin and almost unreal. He waved to himself and laughed, like a fool.

Heaven and earth can't hold the three souls of the same body, so they go away and leave themselves to themselves.

Ning Changchang trembled all over. He looked up at the sky. In the rich thunder pool, his figure in the previous life had condensed into a point, emitting light, like a bright star.

In the dark sea of clouds, the figure looked around at the thunder, with a faint smile on his face.

He has a sword in his heart. He is depressed. Before it dissipates, he should cut something.

In the first three realms of cultivation, you can enter the metaphysics, understand the immortals, live a long life, and break through all of them

Into the purple court, in the twinkling of an eye, one to the ninth floor, and then broken.

Looking at the way of heaven of the five ways, you can see the peak in a twinkling of an eye. It is said that there are three realms on it. It has already got its true meaning, but it doesn't enter.

Five is enough.

There is a sword shining in the sea of clouds. It is a real virtual sword. It has no light and no one can see it. However, with the edge that can rival everything, it constantly pushes forward and cuts down everything it touches.

The thunder is dumb, and the brilliance is fading.

Ning long raised his head, eyes trembling, falling thunder fire has no lethality, falling body side like snow.

He witnessed the destruction of a star.

So the star's gravity on him broke at this moment.

He was like a bird with broken wings, falling in the air.

Consciousness sank to the bottom of the lake.

I don't know how long it took.

When the lamp lights up again, the tiny spiritual power is finally transported into the four limbs. His eyelids tremble and he opens them difficultly. There are scarlet carved bedsteads and white gauze curtains in his eyes.

Vision deflection, in front of the table, there is a girl half kneeling in front of the case, waving a brush paper figure.

The beautiful black hair, the straight white neck and the soft curve were focused and scattered in the sight. After repeated several times, they could barely see clearly.

"Xiang... Xiang... Zhao..."

He judged the identity of the man, but at the moment his head was stirred by a needle, and he felt dizzy and tingling, unable to think of it for a moment“ How can I help you The girl turned around and said with a smile, "what? Do I smell good? "