Beyond the Divine States

On the sky list, the strong wind is facing, the light is absorbed, and the sky has lost its blue color.

Large dark clouds were pushed by the wind from afar, just like thousands of dead people passing through.

The world is vast and lonely.

The Dark Lord no longer talks with Yuanjun. He looks at the dark sun penetrating into the world, and his eyes turn dark.

The Dark Lord watched the dark sun.

"Has time been traced back?"

The Dark Lord quickly realized the key.

He must occupy the kingdom of heaven with the fastest speed, close the sky and prevent the penetration of dark sun.

Yuanjun frowned.

At this point, he did not expect that there were still variables. Even though he had experienced countless storms, he still could not suppress his uneasiness at the moment when he was only one step away from his separation.

Yuanjun looks at the Dark Lord.

"The world tree can't give it back to you for the time being." The secret Lord said.

The buried world tree is actually not owned by the secret Lord. It is the essence of Yuanjun, but now it is occupied by the secret Lord.

"Well, just win." Yuanjun sighed.

The secret master turned and opened the door

The door opened. She looked at the boy in black and listened to the wind outside. She was a little afraid.

"Brother..."

The Dark Lord looked at the little girl sitting on the ground with a light pink skirt. His cold face rarely showed some soft colors.

But he knew in his heart why he brought poetry with him.

Over the years, he has organized almost all the forces that can be organized, but he is still not sure that he can win the decisive battle. He knows that in the evil consciousness, there are two most powerful long cherished wishes: one is to "protect the fire of human civilization" and the other is to "protect his sister.".

They are twins created, omniscient gods, and the only ones who have depended on each other for a long time.

At the beginning, poetry was taken away by evil, and after it was protected in the heart of evil, the only thing he could use to confront evil was the world tree.

The world tree runs through the world. It has the ability to protect the world, but it also has the ability to destroy human civilization on a large scale. This is a double-edged sword. So for so many years, the Dark Lord has imprisoned himself in the tianbang, and he dare not leave the tianbang, because he knows that once he goes far away, he is likely to face the danger of his life.

The Twelve Gods are staring at themselves all the time.

The world tree can be used as a bargaining chip with evil, but it cannot be used as a bargaining chip with Ning Changjiu.

Because they have lost the opportunity of communication and negotiation.

Now he has two choices: one is to use the world tree to completely occupy the temporarily ownerless kingdom of God in the world and fight against Ning for a long time; the other is to use all his strength to launch a disaster of extermination after winning the throne of the kingdom of God in the world and be beheaded by the dark sun after destroying mankind.

"I want to live."

The Dark Lord looked at the oppressed sky and suddenly said to himself.

Why revenge and survival can only choose one?

I want revenge, I want to live!

For thousands of years, he cheated heaven and earth, and lived a very hard life. Today, after he said that he was the Dark Lord, he burst out a kind of unexplained relief and pleasure, which was a feeling of chicken pecking the eggshell.

The identity of evil has always been his thick eggshell. Now the eggshell is cracked and the light penetrates through the crack. He has been wandering around for thousands of years and finally has a chance to see the whole picture of life. How can he give up easily?

I want to live... He keeps repeating it in his heart.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

After listening to his self talk, Shi feels that his brother today is very strange. His desire to talk today seems very strong

The Dark Lord turned his head and a faint smile appeared on his cold face: "wait for my brother to come back... If my brother can come back, then I will be your brother for all the years to come."

The poem blinked and didn't understand at all.

The secret Lord didn't say anything more. He turned his head and his face returned to indifference.

He picked the curtain and went into the highest and deepest part of the tianbang. That's him, that's a corner of the world tree!

On the world tree, the hands and legs of the boy in black are closely connected with the giant wood.

Zining left the world with yechan palace for a long time. After he went to Taixu, he was the most qualified person to take over the kingdom of heaven. Now with the help of the world tree, the world's Qi is pouring towards him, absorbed into his body and growing.

The words of the boy in black ring out slowly in the whole world

"Ning Changjiu and she Xianjun have both failed... They have been defeated by the Dark Lord, and the dark day is coming again. Great soldiers have fallen, but we are still alive, still in the world! Whether we can continue to live, whether we can continue the fire of civilization, depends on today! With the gods of the sun and the moon, the Dark Lord is very weak now. This is our only chance. Don't let the dead die in vain, and don't let the living die in vain! "

The words of the boy in black are quickly conveyed through the roots buried under the earth.

This is tianbang's unique ability. His deafening voice reverberates between heaven and earth.

These words sounded in the ear, Zhao xianger, such as lightning, shudder. At this moment, she was sure that rosefinch didn't cheat herself

The evil they have always believed in turns out to be their real enemy, the Dark Lord!

At this moment, Ning Changjiu should have had an insight into the truth, and is desperate to kill back to the world, to behead the real dark lord!

But

Zhao xianger is also aware of the power of the Dark Lord's words. Soon, people's grief and indignation will turn into the instinct and strength of survival. They will work together to prevent the dark sun from coming, and even... Directly destroy the dark sun.

How could this be

Zhao xianger can accept death. She knows that in this war, whether she or she would rather die for a long time, as long as the other side is still alive, she will continue to fight with the will of the other side until she dies or fulfills their common long cherished wish.

But she couldn't accept such a death.

What on earth is this

With the beating of her heart, her emotion surged in her body, her thin lip was bitten by her teeth, and the tears in her bloodshot eyes flickered. She was forced back by her. She held the sword and could not drive away the despair in her heart.

Rosefinch looked at her infatuated, as if appreciating the most beautiful art in the world.

"Mother."

Zhao xianger suddenly spoke.

Rosefinch is stunned, she suspected that he heard wrong, "you... Call me what?"

"Mother." Zhao Xiang'er repeated it with a loud voice.

She looked at the rosefinch, and her voice calmed down: "mother, you are free. Why bother me so hard? You... Go

Rosefinch asked faintly: "I didn't want to call my mother before. How did I do it again?"

Blood from the girl's lips, she said: "previously called your mother, I will lose three thousand world, but now, I have nothing to lose."

Rosefinch said: "if I still don't agree?"

Zhao xianger watched her.

In a moment, the sword choked.

Zhao xianger's petite body stands tall and straight. On her white porcelain cheek, she suddenly blooms a disharmonious red halo, which seems to indicate death.

The flame is burning on the edge of the sword, and the Phoenix is winding around the skirt. The girl's skin is not like flesh and blood, but more like the crystal carved by the flame.

The rosefinch frowned.

She recognized that it was a sword skill that burned her life. Zhao xianger was determined to kill her.

For Zhao xianger herself, there is nothing to lose, but her husband, master and sisters are still alive. She can't lose them

Zhao xianger felt that her thin shoulders were incredibly heavy, as if she was going to crush her whole body. It was in this heavy situation that she grasped the sword tightly and cut the flaming figure to the extreme.

Rosefinch looked at her and couldn't help smiling again.

After putting down her psychological burden, the little girl can do everything. She can call her mother without any waves, or she can choose to draw her sword immediately when she doesn't respond. Ah, are all the little girls in the rebellious period like this

Rosefinch admires the sword.

This is the sword skill of burning life, which also blooms the beauty of burning life. This kind of beauty is molded to the extreme in Zhao Xiang'er's hands, who is integrated with Huofeng.

There is no such brilliant sword light in the world.

Rosefinch also felt a shiver, and she was not sure whether she could take the sword.

But she wanted to try.

Nine feathers fly out, the rosefinch crows, the flame is surging, the dark sword swallows light and falls, intercepting Zhao xianger's figure.

Fire and light touch.

The sky and the earth were silent and silent.

The rosefinch is empty!

Not good

Zhuque was shocked to realize that Zhao xianger still had power - Chunyang power to avoid everything. Just at the critical moment, she launched power, avoided her own attack, and went directly behind her.

If Zhao Xiang'er turns back immediately at this moment, she may not have time to use 3000 worlds to avoid.

This is a very short moment, the flow of time is close to nothing.

Fear in the heart of rosefinch, she launched power at the same time, make every effort to hit back.

Zhao xianger didn't turn back.

When the rosefinch attacked, he heard a crash. It was the sound of the umbrella opening.

Rosefinch's attack tilted on the red umbrella.

The surface of the umbrella is broken with the ribs.

The old red umbrella, which had accompanied Zhao xianger for many years, was destroyed.

The huge impact pushed her high.

Zhao xianger then this impact, the figure in the air to draw the shadow can't see the curve, toward the direction of the sky!

It dawned on Zhuque that Zhao xianger's sword was not to win or lose with her. She wanted to face the secret master and kill him with her sword!

And his just hit, even more contributed to this process

At the moment, if the rosefinch uses 3000 world powers, it will have a chance to cut her off.

But in the end, she didn't use anything. Instead, she chuckled: "it's really our daughter."

Tianbang.

The Dark Lord, who is occupying the kingdom of God in the world with all his strength, is horrified to notice the shocking murder coming from that side.

The Dark Lord opened his eyes.

The fire is blazing, and the girl is coming from the fire. Her eyes are like fire, her hair is like fire, and her shadow is like a red lotus blooming in hell!

Her sword is also amazingly twisted at this speed.

What's rosefinch doing? Why didn't he stop her? The secret master gritted his teeth. He was integrated with the world tree now and couldn't move.

Poetry is also aware of the killing.

She instinctively stopped in front of the boy in black.

The secret Lord didn't stop her.

He was lucky to think that Zhao xianger would not have the heart to cut off the sword.

But on Zhao xianger's face, the spirit is indifferent, and there is no fluctuation. No matter who is in front of her, she will do it right!

instant.

The Dark Lord spared no effort to let the trees and vines stand up one after another to form a wall to stop her. But in the blink of an eye, the flame tore the heavy wall, and the girl's burning shadow cut off gracefully and fiercely.

When the sword reaches the top of the poem's head, the Dark Lord pulls the poem back and blocks it with his arm.

In the middle of the tree of the world, the fire rises.

The sound of root system breaking and blasting is like thousands of thunder blasting at the same time.

The umbrella and sword are broken.

Zhao xianger leans on the broken sword and carries it against the shadow of the Dark Lord. Her blood gushes out from the girl's strength. This sword empties all her strength. At the moment, she can't even stand.

Tens of thousands of roots of the world tree under the Dark Lord's body were cut off by this sword. Not only that, but also the little arm of the Dark Lord was cut off directly. The smooth incision was like a mirror, and the fire was burning flesh and blood.

The poem is protected by the secret Lord, with a face of panic.

We are not good friends... How can... She can't tell the situation.

"Xihe, you really deserve to die... I tried every means to let Zhuque kill you once thousands of years ago." The Dark Lord looked at his broken arm and sighed.

He has not yet fully occupied the kingdom of God in the world, and most of his strength is devoted to the kingdom of God. If Zhao xianger's sword moves further towards the heart, his Millennium preparation may even fail.

Fortunately, it's just a broken arm.

The world tree is rapidly repairing his body.

In the root system, Yuanjun was also startled and emerged.

He looked at the secret master who had broken his arm and felt a moment of fear. Then he stared coldly at Zhao xianger and said angrily, "I want to die!"

The root system rose from the ground, turned into a net, protected a wooden sword, and stabbed at Zhao xianger's weak back.

Zhao xianger could not resist.

She didn't know how powerful her sword was. She was very weak at the moment. She just wanted to see the dark sun before she died.

But she couldn't even look back.

The vine blocked the retreat, and the wooden sword stabbed the vest.

Just when Yuanjun thought that the potential was inevitable, a white shadow came rushing from afar, tearing open the vines and arriving in an instant.

The wooden sword hummed and was sealed in place.

In Yuan Jun's astonished eyes, Zhao xianger's back neck was picked up, and several leaps left the scope of tianbang.

"Meow meow"

Bai Zang puts down Zhao xianger.

Xiang'er's body moved in pain, and his clothes were covered with blood.

Bai Zang looks at the boy in black, and his luminous vertical pupil condenses into a thin line that can hardly be seen.

Baizang is not stupid. After a brief surprise, he also understood the current situation.

"Dark sun... Is... He..."

Under her body, Zhao Xiang'er's lips full of blood moved and her words floated out like gossamer. Then her body softened and she completely fainted.

Baizang looks up at the sky.

There, many friars of the human race have gathered the sword light and cut off towards the dark sun!

……

The sky is closing.

The kingdom of God on earth does not welcome Ning long.

In the chaos, the young man in white blends with him. For thousands of years, many thoughts of evil birth have entered his sea of knowledge.

Ning long understood what evil had done for thousands of years.

About six thousand years later, the poem came to the world to plant seeds. Later, she was attacked by the Dark Lord and lost her strength. When she saw that her sister had not returned for two thousand years, she left the death star and went to the world.

Evil knew that he had mental problems. He was afraid that he would destroy his sister's civilization, so he fabricated a light band and imprisoned himself.

When evil comes to the world, the world is just a scuffle between the six gods of Taichu and the Dark Lord, Emperor Junchang Xi.

Chaos was invented by him to suppress his madness, but it was also something similar to the kingdom of God. It could draw strength from the Western Zhou Dynasty and continuously infuse it into his body to ensure that he would not be exhausted because he had left the death star for too long.

Chaos is rejected by the human world and blocked out of the atmosphere, but evil is not worried, because he knows that it only takes a few years to assimilate chaos with the world below, and he can easily penetrate it.

God wars broke out one after another, and the Dark Lord of the world described him as "the Dark Lord", so that all people and gods would regard him as an enemy and launch an attack.

In the war that lasted for thousands of years, he was seriously consumed, and the secret Lord threatened his sister's life, which made him dare not easily infiltrate.

The human civilization created by poetry is difficult to survive in the divine war.

In order to protect civilization, he created the Twelve Kingdoms with the power of "omnipotence". While maintaining the order of human civilization, he tried to seize the opportunity to take back his sister.

Later, he snatched back his sister, fearing that she would be bored, and made up a fantasy of being robbed.

But the Dark Lord occupied the world tree.

The world tree is linked with countless lives.

The protection of human civilization is engraved in his bones. With this threat from the Dark Lord, he has to stay out of the sky and dare not penetrate.

So a strange pattern came into being. Evil does not dare to enter the world for fear of destroying civilization by the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord does not dare to destroy civilization on his own initiative, because once he really starts, the deterrence will fail. Evil will come as a savior, and he will be buried with the dead at that time.

Such mutual deterrence has lasted for thousands of years, and they are all trying to get rid of each other. Compared with the Dark Lord, evil is imprisoned in the huge chaos, and the thinking that has been seriously worn by the years is much more dull.

It has to be said that the belief of evil in protecting human civilization is moving.

But that doesn't mean he's a friend. On the contrary, to many people, he's still a devil.

Ning long thought of the numerous bones of the immortal court, the countless soul swallowing people floating in the sea of ruins, the rising people who died in hatred, and the friars who had been planted with the spirit of heaven... Over the years, countless practitioners have died in the hands of evil!

That's why people believe in the Dark Lord and believe that the real devil is the one beyond heaven.

Because for them, he is the devil! It's the devil that must be pulled out!

However, evil's wanton killing of the cultivator does not conflict with his belief.

The definition of evil for human is still 1.5 billion years ago.

In his belief, practitioners are not human beings!

In the belief of evil, the definition of human is extremely detailed, but none of these definitions is that human can fly, defend the sword, emit sword Qi, and move mountains and seas with bare hands

Evil thinks that they are just hostile lives in human skin. He doesn't care about their lives. Killing them is like harvesting straw.

They are not people

Therefore, no matter when Ning long insight into the truth, and evil are inevitable. It is the guardian of human beings, but it is the mortal enemy of the practitioners. It is the enemy they will destroy.

True practitioners are also human beings!

The Dark Lord wants to kill everyone, and the evil slays the practitioners at will... Both inside and outside are enemies. And the secret Lord set up this big lie just to protect himself and achieve his goal when Ning Changjiu and others are both defeated by evil.

It turns out that these seemingly advantaged practitioners really survive in the cracks

For thousands of years, evil has occupied the immortal Kingdom, blocked the road of ascension, ended the war with the Twelve Gods, and maintained an orderly order for thousands of years, enabling human beings to flourish. He killed both the ancient gods and demons, nearly exterminated the ancient gods, and imprisoned the demons in one city. He changed the rules of the bottom, and built a high wall in the realm of the practitioners, making it more and more difficult for them to reach the high realm.

Five hundred years ago, there were hundreds of five path practitioners in China, but before the restoration of the world, there were only about 30 five path practitioners in China, most of whom were still the beginning of five path.

If peace continues, the realm of the practitioners will be lower and lower, and the purple court will be as precious as Wudao in the future, until finally, the matter of cultivating truth has evolved completely from the parent star.

Unfortunately, practitioners never give in.

Today, under the continuous suppression of evil for thousands of years, these hostile lives have the strength to compete with him! The evil mind could not understand this matter, but he made a decision to allow him to give up the order that he had been guarding for thousands of years and come to the world to make a final fight to save the survival of mankind.

Then, he was defeated.

Ning long and fast read the memory in the chaos.

Before his eyes, countless sword lights cut at him.

Among them, there are many figures he is familiar with, including a few elder martial brothers and sisters. They use their familiar skills, wave the sword light that once fought with him, and chop at his body.

Many majestic sword Qi cut through the chaotic body and broke the body to the bone.

He can't leave the chaos for the time being and can't communicate with them.

He didn't want to hurt them, and he couldn't stop them from hurting themselves. He is far less powerful than evil. Now he is seriously injured. In the spirit power, his body is full of holes. The dark sun is still stubbornly falling. In the eyes of the world, this is the end. They are crying, praying and wailing, hoping that he will die soon, and that the monks will drive him out of the world. Many spiritual breakdown of the friars even directly hit him, they shout, desperate, mutual will, broken. Ning long looked at this scene, red eyes out of blood. But he still opened his eyes to the world. This is the world he wants to protect... But the power of the kingdom of God in the world has been monopolized by the Dark Lord. The world they are trying to build repels him. Now it is the chaotic body of evil who spare no effort to help him repair his body and provide spiritual power. Chaos accepted him. The reason why chaos accepts him is that chaos can clearly feel that he is the same as the fundamental belief of evil: to protect the fire of human civilization! But it's all human beings who would rather guard for a long time“ Protect the fire of human civilization He repeated it again. The words were light and clear, but he seemed to have exhausted his strength. The young man in white opens his arms to the world. This round of black sun also splits the sky and the earth, and lands at a high speed towards the center of Middle Earth and the direction of tianbang! Tianbang. The world tree is full of satirical white flowers, and the boy in black rises from the new throne. He looked at the dark sun and shook his head slowly.