Beyond the Divine States Chapter 12: : Demon Bird Ming City
At the moment when Zhao Xianger jumped into the well, the blue and white sedan chair with white curtains just passed the arch of the imperial city.
The young emperor had already stood waiting in front of the main hall. This imperial city, which was originally covered by clouds, gradually became noisy after the arrival of the small sedan chair.
Ning Changjiu said: "Should [58 fiction www.58xs.info] be a fairy teacher from outside the world, go and see?"
Ning Xiaoling's eyes are bright, full of admiration and admiration. When Ning Changjiu speaks, she shook her head subconsciously: "It's not a monster with three heads and six arms. What's so beautiful?"
After that, Ning Xiaoling sat up from the shore of the lake, clapped her hands, and walked in the direction opposite to the city gate.
Ning Changjiu looked at her slender and petite back, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
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North of the imperial city, in the middle of the undead forest, the gate of the Hall of the Witch Master has slowly opened, and the disciples in sacrificial costumes are holding folds in their hands, one after another, entering and leaving the temple, like an early dynasty.
Everything that happened in the imperial city recently was recorded in their hands.
The old figure of the witch lord is entrenched on the sapphire lotus seat. The ancient book he never releases is now lying on his knees. The folding papers in front of him are all made of wooden blocks sandwiched with paper strips, which have been piled into three stacks. .
The witch master stretched out the index finger with extremely long nails and hooked upwards. Those folds floated out of thin air, and the words in them were unfolded and spread out in front of him. The witch master's gaze slowly scanned them, and his brows gradually frowned.
"Zhao Shisong was assassinated and stopped by a little Taoist priest. He was not dead and Tang Yu was missing."
"The entire mansion of the little general's mansion was sickened, and a servant committed suicide by jumping into the lake after a nightmare in Ugly."
"Your Majesty has not left the palace again, today there is a dispute in the court over whether to open the Suzaku Great Array Guard."
"Song's side is very safe, and what he does is the internal affairs that his majesty confessed, and there is nothing wrong with it."
"At Chenshi, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling traveled through the imperial city with Zhao Shisong for three quarters. Strange birds in the sky followed, but nothing strange."
"The assassins who entered the city in Mao's time were all in place, but the National Teacher's Mansion was blocked by formations and could not be spied on."
The Sorcerer’s gaze hurriedly passed, and stopped on the last note:
"At this time, a small blue and white sedan chair entered the city. It should be a fairy teacher from the world."
The wizard frowned and said to himself: "Come so fast?"
"Blue and white sedan chair? Is it the person from the Sword Heaven Sect?" The shaman master's expression suddenly shocked.
People know very little about those immortal sects outside the world, only when they reach his realm, they know more or less the secrets.
Almost all Xianzongs were carefully maintained by various dynasties. In order to fight for the custody of some Xianzongs, countless wars broke out among many countries.
Almost all those who can enter the immortal sect can produce innate spirits, and there is no single perfect embryo.
Most immortals have an attitude of sitting on the sidelines with respect to the world, and will only take action when a country is truly in crisis.
Can Yu Jiantianzong...It's not a fairy sect in the territory of Zhao Kingdom at all.
When the Blood Feather King smashed through the imperial city and no fairy came down to stop him, the shaman knew that the fairy had already abandoned the kingdom of Zhao.
But today, the immortal sect who lived far away finally appeared. Is this imperial chaos more complicated than I thought?
While thinking, the witch master touched the edge of the ancient book with his fingers, his expression was complicated, he glanced at the young man kneeling beside him, and said:
"Qiu Li, do you know what state of that fairy master is?"
The young man named Qiu Li replied respectfully: "I only know that it is a woman. The small blue and white sedan chair seems to be separated from heaven and humans, and Hunmuzhu cannot detect her realm."
The wizard nodded and asked: "How are those people preparing?"
Qiu Li replied: "Just wait for Zhao Xiang'er to go to the teacher's residence, and kill without mercy."
The witch master nodded and said: "Don't go wrong this time, I will take care of the rest."
Qiu Li knelt on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and still asked the doubts in his heart: "Teacher, National Teacher's Mansion...Is there any other possibility?"
The Sorcerer closed his eyes and pondered. He raised his head, looked at the light leaking from the roof, and shook his head: "Impossible."
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In the National Teacher's Mansion, the well was trembling and trembling, but quickly calmed down, as if it was just an ordinary woman complaining about throwing into the well, and there was no movement.
After Zhao Xianger plunged into the water, the water curtains shook open layer by layer. Those water curtains seemed to have a sharp meaning, cutting the thin red hair bands of her hair, and cutting the corners of her skirt sleeves. , And even left a faint blood mark on her porcelain-white face.
The black dress spread out in the water, and then suddenly sank suddenly. Zhao Xianger turned a deaf ear to those water curtains that looked like waves, and broke through the barriers and plunged down suddenly.
Shortly after, her hand touched the cold stone wall, and the girl coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, which was taken by the running water, and it bloomed into a flower that no one could see in the dark.
After she touched the rock wall, she kicked her body abruptly and swam toward the deeper darkness.
She used to go down to a well when she was a child, but her memory at that time was vague, she just remembered that she swam and swam and came to an extremely empty underground palace, and now the water here is obviously more gloomy than it was before. The skin is cold and sticky.
In the depths of the ancient well, the surrounding area suddenly opened up, and the turbulent undercurrent rushed across the stone path like a big sword, while the opposite bank of the undercurrent was faintly glowing with a dim yellow flame.
Zhao Xiang'er used an umbrella as a sword, and cut it in the air. Amidst the sudden explosion of the water, the girl suddenly fell into the body, splitting across the artesian water. On the opposite bank of the water, there was an artificially excavated wall. There is light in one of the corridors, and on both sides of the entrance, there are two huge golden armored gods holding giant axes.
Zhao Xianger stepped on the wall to take advantage of the force, and jumped up the corridor. The moment she stepped on, the two golden armored gods seemed to come alive, and the giant axe in her hand smashed down.
Zhao Xianger was unmoved, and went straight through, staggered from the two giant axes. When the axe fell, the two golden armored idols hit each other, and the sound of the idol shattering sounded behind him. , The two giant axes were connected together in the air, turning into a flying blade that rolled to the ground, and quickly attacked from the tunnel, rushing to the girl's back.
Zhao Xianger seems to be familiar with the mechanism here. When the axe rolled like a whirlwind, she immediately jumped up, her body pressed against the top of the tunnel, and the giant axe rolled under her body just three times away. Chi, axe wind was a bit stinging, but it didn't hurt her.
Her figure fell. She knew that this great axe seemed to kill, but in fact it was only trying to awaken the existence in the depths of the underground palace.
There are rootless fires floating on both sides of the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel is an open underground palace. The underground palace is like a battlefield for monster wars, spreading out in a ring-shaped step by layer.
At the very center of the underground palace, there is a huge and dark circular stove. The stove is connected by six iron cables, and the four are connected to the four passages into the underground palace. One is directly inserted into the dome of the underground palace, and the other is Buried deep underground.
With Zhao Xianger's arrival, something seemed to open his eyes in the center of the almost dark stove.
The little red flame ignited.
Immediately, the hollow round copper furnace was illuminated by the flood of flames. The copper furnace was so huge that it almost filled half of the underground palace, so once the flame was lit, Zhao Xiang'er's brows were illuminated.
The layer of fireworks is blurry, from deep scarlet to faint crimson. It struggles to change into different shapes, but there seems to be a pair of eyes hidden in the flames, and those eyes look at the wet dress. Young girl, there is absolute heat and cold in her eyes.
If you look closely, you will find that the center of the flame seems to be torn apart by something, revealing a huge sword-like gap.
The water marks on Zhao Xiang'er's skirt were instantly steamed dry, even though she was separated by the seal of the fairy, she could feel the great pressure just by standing here.
It's like more than ten years ago, when she stumbled here for the first time, she was directly squashed on the ground by the momentum, and it was difficult to move. She was taken away by the mother who showed up a whole day later.
Now she is no longer the little girl back then, but the coercion is becoming more and more real.
"Long time no see." Zhao Xianger smiled.
The flame gradually calmed down, and an extremely old voice sounded slowly like an old donkey:
"It turned out to be you."
It looked at Zhao Xianger quietly and asked: "Where is that woman?"
Zhao Xianger also calmly said: "My mother has passed away."
The flame burst up instantly and filled the walls of the furnace, as if it was about to burst out at any time.
"What? Dead? Little girl don't want to bluff me, how could she die! Who can kill her?"
More than ten years ago, it saw this little girl strayed into the forbidden area, and then was shocked by the coercion that she exudes. It admired the little girl who was carved and carved in pain and died in pain in front of her. It was a rare pleasure in a century, but the little girl was stronger than she thought, and she lasted all day and night.
The next day, a woman suddenly appeared, and while taking her away, she pointed at herself casually.
So there was a huge gap in the center of his dilapidated soul, which was difficult to bridge for decades, and brought pain to it day and night.
The fear of tearing the soul is still vivid, and it is not even lost to the fairy who killed him back then.
How could such a woman die?
"Are you her daughter?" it asked.
Zhao Xianger nodded and said: "I grew up with my mother since I was a child."
The flame let out a sigh that I don't know if it was mocking or regret: "But you are too weak. Even if you practice your entire life, you can't reach that level."
Zhao Xianger didn't answer, but she frowned, obviously disagreeing with the other person's point of view.
The voice said slightly sarcastically: "I know you think you are still young, but you have to understand that most of the time on the path of spiritual practice, age does not make much sense."
Cultivation is not like business. If it is not for chance, the apex that most people can reach in their life is determined at birth. Even many people touched that apex when they were in their teens and mistakenly thought it was peerless. It is a pity that it will be difficult to make progress in his life.
Zhao Xianger said: "Since the seniors have cultivated to the sky, then maybe you can guess what I came here today?"
The old voice smiled, and laughed at himself: "You can't come to accompany this old thing to relieve my boredom, right?"
Zhao Xianger said straightforwardly: "I want to let you out."
There was a dead silence in the underground palace, and then the mountains roared and tsunami-like laughter burst, a hurricane gushing from the copper furnace, blowing the girl’s black hair to dance backwards, wearing a black dress, it was hunting like the wind Trembling.
She pursed her thin lips, and behind her hands, she walked forward with difficulty like a retrograde boat on the lake on a rainy night.
After a long time, the storm ceased, and the light and shadow of the underground palace returned to calm, but the girl's tight body did not relax. She looked ahead and did not retreat.
The majesty of the voice was a little weird, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhao Xianger said: "Five hundred years ago, a spirit fox swallowed the refining dzi beads in the hidden country, and fled to the karst mountains. He leaped to the ground and fleeed for more than ten years. Then he gave birth to eight tails and hair. When a flame occurs, everything can be burned, breaking through the purple court realm, and going straight to the five realms, slamming for a moment, but it just coincides with the catastrophe of the world, and was finally suppressed by the great **** of the hidden kingdom of the "Original Monarch" in the West. A hundred years ago, you escaped by luck. , To Nanzhou, he was chased and killed by immortals, smashed his body, built an imperial city, set four objects to protect the country, and killed the town at the bottom of the underground palace."
Listening to the girl’s words, the fireworks gradually calmed down, and the flames faintly clustered between the fragmentation and cohesion to form an eight-tailed celestial fox. Those narrow eyes looked at Zhao Xiang'er, deep in them, There seems to be a ghost fire from the hell.
After the girl finished speaking, the Firefox, who had lived for hundreds of years, slowly said: "I don't understand, do you really know the heights of the sky, or are you dependent on it?"
The girl didn't answer directly, but instead asked: "Do you know who I am?"
The old fox narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"
The girl smiled: "My name is Zhao Xianger."
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The autumn wind was blowing, and there were ripples on Qifeng Lake suddenly.
Ning Xiaoling raised her face, covered her forehead with her hand, and said, "Why is it raining again."
Ning Changjiu said: "Autumn rain is impermanent... Go back early and be careful of colds."
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
Ning Changjiu raised her sleeves to cover her head, and the little girl leaned against him.
On the tower of the city wall, a small scarlet bird overlooks this ancient city. While combing its wings, it keeps turning its eyes and looking around. He sees the pair of young girls in Taoist robes by the lake. , I started talking to myself:
"Hey, I'm so annoying, so annoying, why is it all hard stubble, if this immortal monarch is really making things happen now, I'm afraid that I will be stripped of fur."
"Today there is another woman who doesn't know the depth, if she is from that sect..."
Speaking, the little red bird shuddered at the thought of her miserable end.
"Anyway, the task given by His Highness is just to make trouble...you can leave if you make trouble, right?"
"If I knew that this kind of monster was hidden in this place, I wouldn't have come here to make trouble if they knocked their heads."
The little scarlet sparrow was bouncing on the roof of the tower, feeling more and more irritable.
Suddenly, a bell rang behind him, and a new rain followed.
In that sound, the scarlet bird stiffened like a death knell.
"Forget it, it's a death anyway...If I can get out this time, I will be completely free."
It blinked desperately, flapped its little wings, and jumped off the tower like a building.
"His Royal Highness... Keep your promises, Huangcheng, the immortal monarch is here again!"
The little vermilion bird flapped its wings, but its stature grew bigger and bigger. It suddenly turned back from the tower and slammed into the tower. Amid the loud noise, the tower shattered, and the vermilion strange bird that had become enormously huge. After opening a very long wingspan, a crack was torn from the city wall while spiritual power surged.
The riots in the imperial city began.
Soon, almost everyone in the palace saw the blood-red giant bird standing high on the city wall, and some old people remembered that period of history and screamed in horror.
"Mr. Blood Feather! It really is Mr. Blood Feather! Has the palace's great formation opened?"
"It's too late..."
"Hurry up and invite Master Witch!"