Beyond the Divine States

In the mouth of the puppet Dark Lord, the dull voice is like the ancient emperor's oracles. It is clear that there is no air in Taixu, but it is clearly conveyed to their sea of knowledge.

At that moment, Ning long thought that the whole moon prisoner would be blown up by it, but the explosion did not happen. In the end of the word "destruction", the pale fire went upstream of the doll's body, and countless static currents formed an air sphere on its surface.

The time light band is completely broken.

The thin wires connecting its joints and the huge chaotic body break one after another at this moment.

In the past, it was like a demon imprisoned in time. They put the blade into the demon's body, but they also broke its shackles in disguise and released the demon from the old box!

In the slurry like chaotic body, the puppet like dark lord breaks free from all the shackles, pulls himself out of the body, and opens his mouth to the void silently. Countless fine light comes out like silkworms spinning, and turns into long hair like light waterfall.

The puppet form of the Dark Lord has really become a human!

Its body is slender, its long hair is light, its eyes are like black holes, and its bones and flesh are light blue in the background of the universe.

It has just launched its power, but the shackles that bind it are broken!

At this moment, the chaotic body is draped on the moon prisoner, almost enveloping the moon prisoner, and the Dark Lord is separated from it. It looks like a warrior who takes off his robe and kills with a knife.

The Dark Lord stands in the void and looks at the blue planet from a distance. Finally, he drops his pupil on Ning Changjiu and ye Chan palace.

"Clear."

The Dark Lord came down again.

……

"Our Tianyu sword Scripture can't kill people as usual. Ah, you can't or I can't..."

In his busy schedule, at the critical moment of life and death, Liu Xiwan still did not forget to complain.

Ning long looks dignified, at this time he got the support of the whole world, is the absolute first person in human history, but the doll in front of him gave him a deep feeling.

instantaneous.

It's pure murder.

Ning long horizontal sword, ye Chan palace, two people at the same time block, and bump Ming feeling almost at the same time.

The secret master didn't know what means he used and attacked them at the same time.

The huge shock wave diffused rapidly in the void. In an instant, the figures of Ning Changjiu, ye Chan palace and the Dark Lord disappeared at the same time, and turned into three streams of light. The universe is the battlefield, they impact each other, the light curtain formed by the impact expands ceaselessly, impacts each other, tears to pieces.

The shadow master in the form of puppet leaps and flies, and moves freely in the void, as if completing a dance step by step.

All the complicated movements are over, and the dance is at an end.

Zheng——

The Dark Lord hovers in the void and pushes Ning Changjiu away from ye Chan palace.

Ning long body flies back, he presses eyebrow center, countless sword Qi unfolds in the rear row, end to end. With a stab of his parallel finger, the sword Qi turned into a torrent of snow-white and let it out to the Dark Lord.

The secret Lord raised his hand again.

The dazzling light came from her palm, and a barrier stood up to intercept the sword Qi. The snow-white sword Qi smashed on the barrier and failed to shake the Dark Lord.

On the other side, the expressionless Ye Chan palace, holding the round knife refined by moonlight, cleaves down the Dark Lord's neck.

This is a reappearance of the scene of killing fufu.

The Dark Lord raised his head and looked as indifferent as yechan palace.

Her mouth moved and she said two chilling words:

"Death row."

Death row! That's the power of God's thunder prison!

But when the secret Lord said these two words, the realm of death row started.

The pupil of Ye Chan palace shrinks slightly, and her figure stops in an unreasonable posture. In front of her, a cage had been formed. If she had a better reaction, she would immediately crash into the prison.

Her figure stopped, but the light of the knife fell because of inertia.

Light goes into the dungeon, is locked in the dungeon, and cannot escape.

This cage is far more powerful than thunder prison!

On the other hand, Ning Changjiu and the silver sword stab again.

There is no resistance in the void. This sword is a real flash.

The Dark Lord stood still.

"Voice" comes out across the void again.

"Guard."

Guard.

That's the authority of God's hoof mountain.

In the human world, this is called the ability of absolute defense. When the power is launched, its body condenses to an unimaginable density and is indestructible. It is also with this ability, hoof mountain in countless friars encircled for half a month under the situation is still struggling.

The "guard" of the Dark Lord is much stronger than that of Ti mountain.

The light flow of Ning long stabbed contains countless sword Qi of high-speed rotation, which can instantly cut the steel into pieces.

But the Dark Lord put his hand into the optical flow and grasped the edge of the silver sword with his hand.

The sword Qi rolled over its hands and arms, leaving only faint white marks. Once these white marks appeared, they were repaired by other authorities and became smooth as a mirror again.

"Ah

In the pure white heart lake, Liu Xiwan uttered a miserable hum.

She covered her head and said in pain, "pollution... It wants to pollute me..."

Pollution

It's an unprecedented kind of spiritual authority!

It seems that the power of the Twelve Gods in the world is far from the whole power of the Dark Lord. How much power does it still have!

Ning long tightened his eyebrows. His golden pupil was staring at the secret master. All his strength was on the sword in his hand. The sword Qi exploded in the secret master's palm, but the secret master's look didn't fluctuate and his hand didn't loosen.

Ye Chan palace bypasses the prison and waves the moon branches. The bright moonlight drips down and covers the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord raised his eyes to see the moonlight.

The moon falls into its eyes.

Swallowed by the eyes.

But even if there is no luster, the moon branch has crossed the distance between the two people, when the head falls, hit the Dark Lord's forehead.

There was no sound.

But the Dark Lord's look stagnated.

This dull with the moment, but rather long won the chance to break away.

On the silver sword, the sword gas burst again and again, and the wave of explosion submerged them.

Liu Xiwan hummed and fell into the pure white lake, panting with lingering fear. He was as weak as if he was going to faint at any time.

Ye Chan palace still holds the moon branch and presses it down with force. The moon branch is indestructible, and so is the Dark Lord. It seems that the hardest objects in the world collide with each other. I don't know which side of the structure will be smashed.

The Dark Lord ended his brief dullness.

Hands up.

Just like magnets repelling each other, the figure of Ye Chan palace was instantly lifted out and catapulted backward.

There is no resistance in the void, and ye Chan palace can only build a wall behind her to block her retreat.

She hit the invisible wall and stopped going backwards.

Ye Chan Palace's lips bleed, and her eyes are still very quiet. The moon white skirt returns to silence in the shock. The sunlight without atmospheric filtering pours down on her body and makes her bright.

She is a fairy in Guanghan palace, a perfect and powerful goddess. However, in the grand background of the universe and in front of the peak of the previous civilization, her figure is more and more thin.

But no matter how strong or weak the battle will not stop.

Ye Chan palace lightly raises her hand, and the moon branch lights up again. The sword wheel of the bright moon flies at her fingertips. With the figure of Ye Chan palace, it flies like a butterfly.

Ning long had the lesson that he had been caught by the blade with empty hands before, and gave up close body for a while. He made the posture of pulling the bow, and the sunlight shot twisted in front of him and condensed into an arrow. The power of Taiyin locked the position of the Dark Lord, and the arrow went out.

The Dark Lord watched them quietly.

There is no mercy, good or evil on the doll's cheek, only the almost blank indifference.

"Mirror."

The underworld once again wielded power.

The next moment, in her left and right hands, the silver sword and the moon branch were copied by the mirror!

The shadow of Ye Chan palace was shaken away again by the moon wheel flying in the silver sword. On the other side, the moon branch scattered the golden arrows one by one.

Liu Xiwan as like as two peas in the heart of the long heart lake, the heart is hard to collapse. What is it?

Ning long tight lips, heart is also like a drum.

Previously, when he smashed the Dark Lord out of the void to the moon prisoner, he almost thought that the Dark Lord had been killed, but how could this monster who once shrouded the sky die so easily? Not only is it not dead, it even shows its invincible power.

All power is in the hands of the Dark Lord. Power is the pinnacle of ability. Therefore, it is a real "omnipotent" person.

The perfect God in human imagination is just like this

How to kill an almighty? How to kill a real God?

Ning Changjiu suddenly felt Yuanjun's despair.

What if the world restoration plan is implemented? What about the construction of the kingdom of God? The savages with stone tools can't shake a real steel city even if the whole clan raises their spears.

The Dark Lord is such a city standing in front of them.

It holds the moon branch and the silver sword, and its long fiber-optic hair is fluttering under the huge red sun. It looks closer to the boy, and it has a unique spirit and paranoia when waving the sword.

It quickly adapted to the sword and the sword. In the sea of consciousness, the two of them simulated for millions of times in a few breath. As a result, its Sabre and sword skills reached the level of surpassing the peak of human beings in an instant.

Even if Ning long and ye Chan Palace are the strongest human beings, they can't suppress it at all.

The gorgeous moonlight and the color of steel light up in the universe.

Three figures are surging forward and backward in the sky.

In the fierce battle, the Dark Lord's lips move back and forth, and clear syllables are conveyed from them. Those are the power of ancient Austria. Power is the embodiment of the supremacy of ability, but under the emperor's instructions, there is still only the right to come to the audience.

"Dust laden."

"The yellow spring."

"Forever."

"Disaster."

"The world."

“……”

All of these powerful names are so loud that they are the unique laws sweeping the world. They are fabricated in the hands of the Dark Lord, just like picking flowers and breaking leaves.

The white and purple light is stretched on the body of the Dark Lord, and destructive power, such as the accelerating expansion of the electrostatic foam, is like the rising and exploding of a series of rounds in the universe, and the spirit of all things is dying out at the fingertips.

This is an unprecedented cruel battle. Every time they collide, the energy burst out is an immeasurable disaster on earth.

Ning long would have been killed if he had not relied on the kingdom of God and the sun. But even if there were two sources of strength, he still suffered a lot.

After all, his new body of gods is not eternal. Although he has almost infinite power, he has no weapon to fight against the secret Lord's myriad laws.

His white clothes were pierced by the judgment. Although the wound was stopped quickly, the blood spilled from the wound still printed one blood hole after another on the white clothes. Many of his joints were still disturbed by the "dust" and were stiff and hard to move. The "yellow spring", which belongs to the spring scale, was like a long snake that would never die. He vowed to drag him into the netherworld. During this time, he was hit by the disaster authority, It was a spear that ran through his body and nearly nailed him to a huge star.

The most terrifying thing is the power of the "world". Once it is accepted by the power of the world, the power supply of the sun and the kingdom of God will be cut off. At that time, he will be the real fish.

Yechan palace is worse than him.

The source of her power is the moon. At the moment, she is in Taixu. Although she is closer to the moon than ever before, the chaotic body of the Dark Lord envelops the whole moon. She can't draw energy from it. The spiritual power in her body is consumed rapidly in the impact time after time. Her slim body slowly becomes petite and looks like a young girl in a twinkling of an eye.

The girl's face was pale, and the weak coughs were silent in the universe.

Holding the final card "infinite time and space" in her hand, she can use this power to jump directly to another brand-new world line.

But that doesn't make sense

Because no matter which world line it is, the underworld is the existence they can't get around, and this decisive battle is inevitable.

The secret master saw the girl's weakness. He seemed to understand the truth of breaking each other. He gazed at yechan palace and lowered the "judgment" again.

The spear of the grey thunder spurted light from the void.

Ning Chang's figure turns and stops at the top of yechan palace. Between the lightning and flint, Cang Lei penetrates his arm, runs over the bone and tears off a large area of burnt blood. Ye Chan palace is protected by him. She holds his body in one hand, grabs the right to judge Cang Lei in one hand, and heals the wound on his arm, but the speed slows down obviously.

Reluctantly blocked the Dark Lord's canglei trial, Ning long knew that the Dark Lord's next attack would come soon.

He held the master in his arms with his backhand and fell down with a very weak girl.

The residual power of judgment was replaced by Cang Lei, which broke out and hit him on the back.

Ning Changjiu's white coat on his back was split in an instant.

"Don't..."

Ye Chan palace felt the tremor of his chest, this feeling conveyed to her heart, there was also tearing pain.

Her shoulders moved, her body was tightly tied, and she couldn't get away.

After the trial, Ning Changjiu released his arms.

Ye Chan palace floats out of her arms. Looking at Ning Changjiu's weak figure, she comes up with eight years of scenes in her mind. In the golden butterflies, the young man who is calling his master always has a gentle smile, and a letter of marriage is in his hand. The marriage letter that had been pasted on her chest was full of name. It was so ambiguous, but they pretended to know nothing.

Deer in arms, butterflies on shoulders

Light and shadow fly.

Ye Chan palace can't think more, but at this moment, she made up her mind again.

"Remember to find me." She said softly.

Ye Chan palace holds the moon branch and stabs Ning Long's chest.

This time, Ning long seized the moon branch.

He shook his head and said with a smile, "master, don't give me any more hope. I'm tired."

Ye Chan palace looked at his face, the hands that never trembled trembled for the first time.

"Well, it's a teacher... It's me." Ye Chan palace took back the moon branch, to guide live eyebrow, make his disordered sea to calm.

The power of trial has passed, and the Dark Lord gazed at them from a distance. For some reason, his action stopped for a short time and did not continue to attack.

I'd rather look back for a long time.

The puppet stands too far, the light is fluttering, looking at their embracing, the Dark Lord's face that has not changed for thousands of years actually flashed a bit of loss.

The loss is fleeting, and the next round of attack begins again.

The secret master's moves are like a dance, which is extraordinarily beautiful. However, the connection between moves is perfect, and there is no flaw at all. Its use of power has reached its peak. These violent powers are used in its hands, just like spirits beating at the fingertips.

Ning Changjiu chose to fight to death because he heard the Dark Lord's "escape" command from the center of chaos at that time.

For such a great life, it is only when it is confirmed that it is possible to fail that such a command can be issued.

The Dark Lord predicted that he might fail

But where is the winning chance?

Ning has no clue for a long time.

In the temple of Jinwu Kingdom, Lu Jiajia and Siming were close. They didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but Ning knew deeply for a long time what kind of pressure they were under.

If they drag on like this, they will see no more hope.

"It's the stars!"

Also at this moment, ye Chan Palace's cold and moving words sounded in the sea of knowledge: "the source of its power is the stars."

Ye Chan Palace's words were torn up by the Dark Lord's stormy attack. The wind of the blade carried the field down, and the head fell. Ning Changjiu narrowly intercepted the blow with a silver sword. However, in the sea of knowledge, Liu Xiwan was lying on the lake of heart, convulsed, and could be relieved at any time.

Ning long arm, since the tiger, the same crack swim away, his whole arm and bones are beaten into a bloody red.

Ning Changjiu holds the sword in his left hand and stabs the secret master again.

The secret Lord also stabbed the sword.

The tips of the two silver swords are exactly equal.

Power "pollution" along the sword once again attacked his spirit, to completely defeat Liu Xiwan.

This is also the moment.

"Master!" I'd rather roar with my heart for a long time.

Without any conversation, yechan palace immediately understood that her hand turned into a complex fingerprint, and the power of dreams expanded between her hands.

Dreams are the most powerful power on the spiritual level!

"Pollution" and "dream" touch each other.

It's like a wolf meets a tiger. Pollution not only retreats, but also collides back to itself with dreams!

For a moment, the offensive was reversed, and the Dark Lord was polluted by his power, resulting in a short pause. It can no longer stop Ning Changchang's sword. Ning Changchang uses all his strength to pierce the silver sword into the Dark Lord's body.

For all this, the Dark Lord didn't stop him. He held his head in his hand. His long hair was quickly polluted and turned into turbid black in a large area.

I'd rather use my last strength for a long time to put the sword through the Dark Lord's chest.

He knew that this was their last and best chance.

The sword slowly fell into the Dark Lord's body.

The Dark Lord is almost omnipotent, but in terms of spirit, it seems to have obvious defects, which may be caused by the long years of 1.5 billion years. No matter what it is, after such a long life, I'm afraid it will go crazy

But when Ning long thought he could kill it, the Dark Lord raised his hand to the sun and said two suffocating words:

"Changming."

As if it was a sign of Changming's power, a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the Dark Lord's black hole.

The pollution that invades its brain is instantly dispelled by Changming.

The Dark Lord returns to Qingming.

The purple and white light world opens again, and the blade is squeezed out of the body. Ning Changjiu and ye Chan Palace are both repulsed and smashed into a meteorite belt, arousing surging smoke.

The Dark Lord took a look at the wound on his chest. It seemed to be a little distressed. Finally, he said, "dust laden."

The injury was sealed.

This is the scene that makes Ning Changjiu and ye Chan palace despair. They try their best to find a chance, and seize it almost perfectly. But just in a moment, the situation turns upside down, the pollution of the Dark Lord is relieved, and their bodies are restored as before.

Changming

This is the power he once had, which he gave to his father. He thought that the power of Changming had been lost in eight years. Now when he saw that the Dark Lord used almost miraculous means to extract power from the sun, he realized that if the stars did not die out, the power would not die out.

The Dark Lord is not afraid of the so-called light. It is not the core Dark Lord, but the chaotic body that it is attached to, who blocked the so-called light with his father.

If we say that Ningchang's power comes from the kingdom of God and the sun, then the Dark Lord's power comes from the whole starry sky!

The most terrible thing is that all along, they have a misunderstanding that the Dark Lord's energy needs Reiki supply.

But now, what aura does the Dark Lord need? At the beginning, the plunder of human aura was probably for the chaotic body!

But what's the use of chaos? Is it just a habitat... Why is it worth the Dark Lord's efforts to maintain it?

All kinds of questions fly in my mind.

In the distant world, occasionally white light flies out.

That's the rising friar.

Monks support the world, but there are many people who choose to escape. There are fewer and fewer pillars of light in the kingdom of God on earth... If the monks escape too much, it will not be long before the Kingdom they have built will collapse.

Xiao Li and Xiao Ling, who are still struggling to support the kingdom of God on earth, should be very desperate to see such a scene.

Thinking has no meaning

The Dark Lord turned his head and said: "guard the fire of human civilization."

Then it drifted towards the powdered meteorite belt.

In the meteorite belt, Ning Changchang and yechan palace can hardly struggle.

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human world.

The world is desolate.

Evil looks at the sky at the boundary of tianbang. He looks at the pillar of light rising up all over the world and is fascinated for a long time.

"They're... Great." The poem said softly.

"Well, they're amazing." He nodded.

The poem said, "well, can we win?"

Evil micro smile way: "younger sister looks very worried?"

The poem naturally nodded: "of course, my brother used to tell me that we are gods and should have compassion on all living beings?"

The smile on the evil face faded. He looked at the mountains and rivers and said from the bottom of his heart, "I want to pity all living beings. Who can pity me?"

"What?"

The poem widens her eyes and looks at evil. She's a little silly, so she can't turn around for a moment. She can't figure out how her brother, who has always been thinking of common people, could say such words.

Evil seems to know aphasia, gently cover his mouth, said with a smile: "I casually say, don't care."

The poem nods, her heart has been some doubts, just want to ask.

Yuanjun suddenly appeared behind them.

Along with Yuanjun came a graceful woman in a red dress.

"Old grandfather." Shi called his name politely, then looked at the beautiful elder sister and said, "excuse me, are you..."

Rosefinch took a deep look at her and said, "you can call me sister Zhu."

"Sister Zhu." The poem cried crisply.

Rosefinch smiles and nods.

Yuan Jun also looked at the poem with a dignified look.

The poem felt the look in their eyes, a little uncomfortable.

She bit her finger and retreated behind the evil.

Evil looked at Yuan Jun and said, "don't worry, I believe them."

Yuanjun didn't say anything. He just gave a sound, looked at the poem and said with profound meaning: "your brother is really a great man. He has done his best to save you in the past five thousand years."

The poem took a look at the boy in black beside him and nodded gently, "well, of course, my brother is a great brave man. He is a brave man who leads people to find wood paintings and paints colors for the world in budaytime country!"

"No day country?" Yuanjun is at a loss.

The poem smiles mysteriously and purses its lips.

Evil explained: "I just made up a story for her. Don't take it to heart."

"Well." Yuanjun didn't ask.

This evil story told Ning Changchang at the beginning has been told to poetry since he had nothing to do in his spare time.

I didn't expect that this silly little girl kept this absurd story in mind all the time.

The boy in black raised his head, and a daze flashed across his eyes. He asked himself in his heart: am I also a brave man?

Soon, he said to himself: Well, I'm a brave man.

The tiny loss is erased, and the mind returns firmly.

He didn't need the help of poetry, and he had a spirit like returning light. He took the hand of poetry, passed by Yuanjun and Zhuque, and walked towards tianbang.

"Well... Where are we going?" Asked the poem.

The boy in black laughed and said, "it's still a long time. I'll tell you another story."

"The story?" Poem Leng Leng, immediately said with a smile: "good, good, I like to listen to the story, this is what story?"

The boy in black hesitated for a moment, and said: "the story of a brother and sister, in which the elder brother is an omnipotent, but paranoid and insensitive, and the younger sister is an omniscient, but silly and naive. They are growers, living in a cemetery, holding many seeds, waiting for an opportunity to sow them again."

The poem looks up and thinks that the beginning of the story is very strange. She doesn't understand it. She blinks and looks confused.

Silly and naive.

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(thanks to the helmsman and great Xia! Thank you for zhuxiaosan ZXs and xuejingling! Thank you for your reward! Thank you for your long-term support and encouragement (by the way, happy 23rd birthday)