Beyond the Divine States

Shao Xiaoli stood beside him, staring at the vast mountains and rivers.

They are far enough from the land, so no matter how steep the mountains and rivers are, they are generally flat in sight.

The earth is the symbol paper, and the footprints are the strokes. The bright light swims past and writes a clear vein.

The whole earth is penetrated with one breath!

Is this the real art of taking things from the symbol?

On the throne behind him, Zhao xianger looks at this bow. Although it is quite different from the one thousands of years ago, it still opens the door of memory like a key. The figure of the past overlaps with that of the present.

Zhao xianger's face is still filled with the indifference of divinity, but tears fall from it.

Ning Long's pupil reflects infinite golden light.

He held out his hand and made a gesture of holding, as if he had grasped the huge bow across the earth and pulled the invisible bowstring in his hand.

"Marry, snow China!"

Ning Changjiu suddenly called their names.

Eight years later, the long lost voice sounded again, and both women were shocked.

"Back home!"

Ning long shouts like a roar.

After eight years of dust, the ancient kingdom of Jinwu sun opens up again.

Snow porcelain hall and sword hall open at the same time, the golden light and the snow-white sword entangle the sky.

In the dark world, the west is as bright as day.

"Yes

They answered each other's voices, pinched each other's pithy formula, turned into two streamers, one left and one right, and flew into the kingdom of Jinwu.

The next moment, they appeared in the two halls.

Behind him, yechan palace and rosefinch also came.

Rosefinch covered the red palmprint on her cheek with her hand, and did not dare to see Zhao xianger.

Ye Chan palace looks at the sky.

In the distance, the huge black sun penetrated from the air layer, and the sword light in the human world was still supporting, which was thin and easy to break.

Although the Dark Lord destroyed some innate spirits, most of the friars did not give up their resistance. When the gold in the West was shining, they supported them in the way of burning life.

This is the air transport dome they put up together!

"Let's go." Ye Chan palace looked at the rosefinch and said.

Rosefinch nodded obediently and stretched out her hand.

At this moment, the relative spatial power of the three thousand worlds opens, the yechan palace reaches out at the same time, and the moonlight flows out from the palm. The time like water rushes through the space constructed by rosefinch. At this moment, time and spatial power converge to form a point.

This point is a space-time with nothing, showing the essence of chaos and nothingness.

Time and space need to be given meaning.

And this meaning must also be a constant thing in time and space.

In other words

Light!

Therefore, Ning, who is in white, has been in this spot for a long time.

Constant light flew by, and time and space began to have meaning.

He looked back at Zhao xianger.

Zhao xianger understands, she came to Ning long body, stretch out a hand, with his hand together.

Ten fingers are connected.

Zhao xianger destroyed the power of the world to the extreme.

At this moment, even Shao Xiaoli and Liu Xiwan understood!

Time, space, light, world... They want to build a brand new world with these powers as their bones!

Ning looked at Zhao xianger apologetically.

Later, the whole west will be destroyed.

"It doesn't matter." Zhao xianger smiles calmly.

The four walls of the West began to contract, and this contraction soon reached its limit. Then, the explosion of expanding at the speed of light took place.

The West exploded.

Throughout the history of the parent star, there is no more powerful explosion.

The expanding walls are like a hurricane, sweeping at the speed of light, engulfing all the basic things in the area. But things have not been torn up. This explosion seems to have happened in another time and space, and what they see is only the projection of this explosion on the human world.

The center of the explosion was as silent as a tomb.

Ninglong and others suspended in it, just like the God of creation who opened up Hongmeng.

Ye Chan palace and rosefinch create a chaotic point by the power of time and space. Ning Changjiu incarnates into light to activate it, and then uses Zhao xianger's world power to cover this brand-new space-time to the original space-time.

In other words, they really created a new world!

This is no longer the kingdom of the Dark Lord, but theirs.

Ning Changjiu is the first to open his eyes.

The explosion happened in a moment, and the world in front of us was still the same as before. The dark day came, and the light of swords stood upright, still struggling to support.

The world has changed unconsciously, but the people in it are unaware of it.

Ye Chan Palace also opened her eyes. She opened her eyes for a long time and asked, "is that ok?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and went ahead. "In the myth of creation, there will never be a lack of the story of shooting the sun."

……

The world is full of light and dark.

They are clearly in the sky delivery, as if the two forces saw.

At the beginning of its formation, the world did resist the invasion of the dark sun for a while, but after a long time, the dark sun came back with an irresistible posture.

They did build a kingdom of God.

However, this kingdom is still lack of the self consistent pillar of mythological logic, which can not really support it.

Ning looked up at the black sun for a long time.

Black sun is like the last monarch, holding a decadent scepter, but with the most majestic figure, it shows the rebellious people a once prosperous era.

Heaven and earth are engulfed by darkness again. The golden light floating in his white clothes is like the last firefly in the dark wind and rain.

But his pace towards the dark day was always calm.

He stood in front of the dark sun, like standing on a cliff, overlooking the boundless Black Sea, facing the sword light that has not been worn out and has disappeared, he said:

"You are all pillars of the new world."

the order , once given , will be strictly enforced.

In the past, they lived between heaven and earth, as if they were just passers-by like vegetation. Heaven and earth were not benevolent, and naturally operated, not changed by their joys and sorrows.

But at this moment, they feel like they are the masters of the world.

The sword light that is about to be worn out is shining at this moment.

The flowing images in the sword light are the epitome of their life.

Countless pillars have been erected all over the world to support the newly born and crumbling kingdom of God!

This is their world, they do not welcome the arrival of the Dark Lord!

Ning long held the giant bow that runs through the world, and his body retreated a little bit. The buzzing sound was ringing in his ears. It was the sound of the bow string pulling. The deafening sound of the string is a roaring wave, and it is also the new world's future. Ning's pace of retreat is getting slower and slower.

no He's not retreating, he's pulling the strings with his body.

His people are on the string!

His body is an arrow on the string!

Ning long looked back at Ye Chan palace and said, "master, this life is not considerable. There is no need to destroy it."

Ye Chan palace thin lips micro movement, words have not yet said, rather long will open a hand, body a loose, into a golden light, flying toward the dark day.

It is the longest and brightest light in the world propped up by sword Qi.

This is the story of Yi shooting at the sun, and it is also a creation myth that will spread forever.

Ning long raised his head and looked at the black sun in the field of vision.

It's a devil called a ghost.

Da Fu has been written. He incarnates into a peach wood sword to kill ghosts!

The arrow splits the dark wind and waves and penetrates into the dark sun.

He hit it.

……

The past and the present, the past and the past, as if people are dying, all the things are swept away again.

"Five hundred years later, the great sage broke free from the shackles, opened the five elements mountain, and tore up the mantra of the Tathagata Buddha! Instead of going westward, he put on his armor again and called back the magic soldiers. He stood on the earth, with his eyes open, looking at the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, the immortals on the clouds! They are destined to shudder again as they did 500 years ago. "

That is to hold up the flag of Qi Tian Da Sheng in heaven and earth.

As the picture goes backward, Ke Wenzhou comes to us with his sword in his arms. He sighs softly, as if he is feeling the sorrow of the living and the joy of the dead.

"The world has been a saint for five hundred years, and now... This saint is in me!"

The voice of the young swordsman sounded in his ears. It was surprisingly calm. It was like the Buddha who saw the vulture eat his flesh and blood, but he was not a compassionate Buddha. He was the swordsman who asked the boat!

The sword cuts the sky.

The picture is suddenly dark.

"I have judged the original sin of mankind. They will kill for generations and never stop!"

In the sea of knowledge, sin Jun's strange smile is distorted by the fire.

The king of sin is gone.

The battle armor of Tianji is broken. Under the golden mask, there is a scorched and withered cheek. He also utters a venomous curse

"You are the demon race. One day, you will push yourself into the abyss..."

I'd rather cut it off for a long time.

Ning Changjiu seems to be walking on an endless road, comrades in arms, relatives, lovers, enemies, familiar and unfamiliar, leaving monks... All people are standing on this road, looking forward to their own.

Fish King lay there dozing, raised his eyelids and looked at himself disdainfully, as if he would never wake up.

Xueyujun is shouting noisily, announcing the authority of God of light to people.

The old turtle turned his back and said that he wanted to go back to the temple to do his old business and become a golden turtle.

The figures of the demon clan are flying in front of their eyes one after another. The golden winged Mirs and the nine spirit Yuansheng look at themselves without sorrow or joy, and they don't know their revenge or kindness.

Further ahead, Mrs. Bai raised her head and looked at the empty red moon hanging in the sky, shouting to destroy the world.

Lu married with a ruler, white clothes than snow, a look of dignity.

Siming's arms were round his chest, his silver hair was black, and he was too cold to speak.

Zhao xianger's white legs seemed to be gazing at the sunset.

There are Xiaoling, Xiaoli, Xiwan... They all do their own things as if there were no one else. Occasionally they look up at him, their cheeks are slightly red, their lips are pursed and they smile.

Everything still looks like Xinning.

But Ning knew for a long time that these were just the past that he had already experienced and became a bubble.

He never looked back.

At the end of the road, the figure of YUESHA white skirt is so ethereal.

Ye Chan palace opened her arms to herself, as if he were still a cute deer.

Ning long smile.

String broken bow fold, the only ray of light has been flying into the dark, stabbed into the dark inside!

With the faith of the whole human world, he smashed the heaviest shackles of the old times.

……

Fierce ghost roars!

That's the secret master.

In the past 1.5 billion years, if the evil poetry has not stolen the fire of civilization, it will always be a wandering ghost in the field of death star, until the last instruction has been erased by time.

It drags the old and tired body, to exhaust the last strength, invade the world, to complete its final mission.

The golden arrow came through the air, with the power of the whole human world, piercing its surface and reaching the deep.

In this process, the golden light of the arrow was swallowed by the darkness, and countless vortices were eating away his power. Rather than stop it for a long time, he just went forward with one thought and cut through the endless darkness.

At the last moment, there was hardly any light on him.

So he stretched out his hands to tear open the last darkness.

My hands are white.

He broke through the surface of the Dark Lord and crashed into its innermost part.

He met the Dark Lord.

See the omniscient God in the eyes of the gods.

The Dark Lord is the crystallization of the last civilization. When that civilization left, its technical level seemed to return to its original state - there was no precise machinery in this central space, but only a light belt connected end to end and a puppet floating in the light belt.

It's such a simple thing that controls such a huge object as stars and ghosts.

The doll's eyes closed, as if in a coma.

Its appearance is exquisite and simple. It looks no different from people. It floats in the center of the light band, and thin lines extend from its joints to connect the light band.

Ning long found that several figures were floating on the light belt.

Occasionally, those people are tyrants crowned by emperors, some saints who preach, some Disabled Teenagers with crutches, and some girls who bathe in hot springs with bath towels... This light band with tail is also a long river of time, and these figures seem to symbolize all stages of this civilization.

It's supposed to be beautiful art.

But Ning has no time to appreciate and think about it.

Among them, Lu Jiajia and Siming tried their best to mobilize all their strength and infuse them into Ningchang's body together with their own beliefs.

The gold body of Shura was pulled out from behind, with three heads and six arms and a ferocious face!

The spiritual Liu Xiwan came from the road he had just opened up and perfected his Shura body.

Liu Xiwan falls into the pure white sea of knowledge. In Ning Changjiu's hand, a silver sword forms in a flash.

"Tianyu sword Scripture?" Asked Liu Xiwan.

"Tianyu sword Sutra!" I'd rather say it for a long time.

In a flash, thoughts mingle and burst into fire.

Ning Changjiu, holding the sword, with the power of Shura body and the whole human beings, pounces on the puppet in the light belt in the way of killing in the Heavenly Sword Sutra.

Like a savage civilization, the wolf leaps up angrily and pours on the fully armed human after tens of thousands of years. But there is no fear in the wolf's eyes. It is a fight to the death and the answer to survival.

"Invasion! intrusion! Invasion! "

"Banish! expel! Expel... "

Two completely different voices were ringing in my ears.

Ironically, it is clear that, after a period of 1.5 billion years, these two opposing civilizations use the same prophecy.

The Dark Lord made the judgment of expulsion, and the figure of the doll became the appearance of a tyrant.

How to expel?

It takes time to think.

Ning long has been bumped into the time light belt that he thought was made.

……

His figure suddenly slowed down.

In the long river, time is like a lock.

In front of Ning long, there are many magnificent pictures.

In the picture, he sees countless male cities and strange faces. They walk up and down the flat and spacious street in clean and strange clothes. Iron monsters gallop past them. In the building like a tower, the light splashes out and gathers in the sky to build a magnificent city.

This is just one corner of the world. People in the other corner seem to live in another world, ragged and skinny. They live in a world of sewage, but the harbor is anchored with an island like ark.

In the other corners, there are scenes filled with smoke. The flood of people is surging forward. They shout something and rush out of the besieged iron and steel giant. They wave flags and fill in all kinds of generation differences by will and flesh.

In the end, red flags were everywhere.

Scenes fly by. They are all human beings, so we can feel their pain and despair for a long time.

But his sword never stops.

The snow-white sword, like a waterfall, cuts across these scenes with the great power of creation, leaps over the rise and fall of civilization, and goes straight to the Dark Lord.

"Those who swallow the spirit are exhausted, and those who pluck the congenital spirit are invalid."

"The world has changed, the reason is unknown."

"Aware of the danger! Detect the danger! "

A different command and warning sounded in the ear.

Because of its huge size, it takes a lot of time to do any calculation.

For a moment, it could not find a solution.

Protecting her, the light belt and the sword Qi wear away and are finally torn by the sword Qi.

He is stronger than ever, because behind him stands the whole world.

This spiritual will gives him the courage to cross any time gap!

The band of light breaks from it.

The silver sword is still shining.

The sword stabbed the doll with him.

Show off——

The sword bumps into the doll's last defense, and the sound is like an electric current.

This is the sword of death and blood.

However, it has not killed people for a long time.

In this regard, Liu Xiwan has been unwilling.

She had a dream of shooting the strongest enemy with a sword.

This dream is close at hand. It's a dream she's destined to gamble on!

Liu Xiwan opened her eyes, and there was a roar of sword Qi all over her.

In the surging electric current sound, this subtle impact quickly turned into the destruction of the whole Dark Lord's body.

In the nameless darkness, one by one, the whirlpool broke, and the power swallowed by the whirlpool floated out into pieces and scattered in the universe.

Ning long has crossed the light belt of civilization, stabbing the sword into the figure's body bit by bit.

In this central space, the warning is still ringing.

Soon, there was a flash of red light.

The light band breaks.

The doll's joints drop.

"The final command - escape."

This is the last command from the doll.

Then, the light band broke and scattered into the Dark Lord's huge and chaotic body. His whole body came back to life like light and wanted to withdraw towards the direction of the Death Star domain.

Ning long silver sword runs through the body of the puppet.

He also heard the word escape clearly.

Eight years ago, he discussed with master Zai Zai the details of defeating the Dark Lord, and even discussed how they would stop the Dark Lord if he wanted to escape.

At that time, ye Chan palace gave a plan - the plan for the decisive battle of the moon prisoner.

"I should use the sword of all ages to kill the immortal devil."

This is the promise Ning had made to her for a long time.

Past words reverberate in the ear.

Ning long stabbed the Dark Lord's body with his sword and flew straight with all his strength.

He is still the arrow from the bowstring of the earth. He never deviates from his own orbit!

The Dark Lord was supported by him, powerless and had no time to change direction, so he walked back straightly.

……

In the world, with the myth of shooting the sun, there is also the story of she'e rushing to the moon.

The Dark Lord is propped up and peeled off from the gas layer. Ye Chan's eyes are bright.

That's the fire she swallowed.

There are two abilities of kindling.

One is to record the real world, the other is to fly to the moon.

When Ning Changjiu was still confronting with the Dark Lord, she jumped up and flew towards the moon, like a fairy who had been living in the world for a long time. She never came back to the palace of Zongyao.

Rosefinch should be able to leave now, but she did not leave, but quietly overlooking Ye Chan palace. Ye Chan palace figure around the Dark Lord, came to the moon. She sat alone on the bright moon, with the moon on her knees, waiting quietly. When Ning Changjiu finally pries the secret master and takes it straight up. The moon is where it should be. At this moment, the moon, the Dark Lord and the parent star are just in line! This is their only chance to defeat the Dark Lord. They will never miss it. On the other side, the sun has been burning day by day for more than ten years, emitting light and illuminating them together. The evil on the list of heaven sits in the cane chair, showing the look of vicissitudes. The poem sits on one side, looking at the light re infiltrating into the sky, looking happy, not noticing that the breath of the young man in black around him is getting weaker and weaker“ Poetry. " Evil suddenly called her name“ What's the matter, brother? " Asked the poem naively“ The sun is coming out. I want to go downstairs. " He said with a smile“ Well, good... "The poem answered cleverly, lifted him from the chair and helped him to walk downstairs. Evil knows that in a few years, the tree of the world, which is deeply embedded in the earth's core, will wither and decay, and become the nourishment of the world. At that time, people will no longer need the world tree or the kingdom of God. In the future, the brand-new world will be the kingdom of God, and everyone who constitutes it will be the master of the world. The poem helped him to the end of the street. Evil stopped. The trees in this world are luxuriant and vigorous because of the sun. And he was about to see the sun die. But he will not feel regret, because this is the price that the people who live in the dark for a long time will pay when they see the light Boom!!! The moon prisoner passed behind him, and the Dark Lord's body fell on him. This is the last crash. There are countless huge cracks on the surface of the moon prisoner. Ye Chan palace stands on the moon. She was so close to the moon that she was no longer a little girl. The young girl's curve becomes tall, the gauze skirt turns over, and she is extremely graceful. A full moon outlines behind her hair. She took the moon. This is the moon and her knife. It was this knife that she used when she killed him! Below, in the dark Master's boiling body, he would rather hang the silver sword for a long time and fly out of it. The golden light fell from him like cherry blossoms. On the moon prisoner who is about to break up, a broken figure slowly climbs up from the black slurry. It looks up and doesn't know where it is looking. Only a voice of numbness comes out from it: "stars - broken!"