Beyond the Divine States Chapter 44: : Two Souls
The silent temple woke up.
The elderly host walked out with a staff, looked at Jie Lei with a solemn expression, and his lips trembled slightly.
The little monk next to him looked at the sky with a worried look, only saw the dark clouds piled up in the sky that were thick to the extreme, seeming to be brewing a torrential rain. He thought of what happened in the imperial city, and asked worriedly: "Master , Is this a monster at work?"
The host slowly twisted the staff in his hand, and immediately said: "Go and wake everyone up, get away from here first, I will go to Kaihu Temple!"
"Yes, Master." The little monk was about to take his orders to leave.
A voice suddenly sounded: "No need."
In the dark and depressing night, a petite and slender figure came with a murderous intent. The girl was dressed in black and draped her exquisite and convex figure. Her straight legs were slender and tight, and her footsteps were silent. The ink hair tied with a red rope as a ponytail dazzled in the wind.
"His Royal Highness..." The host recognized the girl in front of him, was shocked, and sang in front of him.
Zhao Xianger bowed to this respectable old monk in the imperial city, and said seriously: "Leave it to me here. Take your disciples and evacuate to the temple first."
After saying this, she didn't say much anymore, turned and left, and made a dexterous leap. With the help of the big tripod in front of the step, she jumped to the eaves.
The wind blew her face, her eyes followed the direction of Jie Lei, her thin lips, her expression solemn.
In the light waves of the robbery thunder, a young man in white faintly walked in.
Zhao Xianger confirmed the direction, suspicious in her heart, and kept walking. She steadily stepped on the wet roof tiles and ran towards the center of the day's robbery against the strong wind.
Ning Changjiu stood under the thunder light. All the thunderclouds gathered on the temple. The rest of the imperial city was clear and bright, and even the moonlight was flowing fluently, and here the thunder had accumulated into a pool of water, just waiting A mortal crosses in the flesh.
"Stop, what are you going to do?" A woman's voice rang, and Lu Jiama's white robe has arrived. When Thunder Cloud gathered here, she and Zhao Xianger rushed together.
Ning hadn't looked at her for a long time, he stared at the thundercloud intently, and said: "Help me take care of the younger sister."
Hearing this, Lu Jiajia was shocked, her brows furrowed, and a sword light cut towards the place where the sky thunder gathered. She leaped up, and her figure came through the clouds and thunder, as if to stop Ning with a cross sword. Long footsteps.
Lu Jia married out and said: "Your cultivation base has long been exhausted. You can resist the catastrophe with your flesh and blood, and you will only end up with a broken body."
During the words, Lu Jiajia handed a sword into the robbery thunder, but it was like a drop of water into the abyss, and was quickly swallowed.
Lu Jiajia's face was pale, she looked at the thunder with an incredible color in her eyes.
In those immortal sects who practice outside the world, if a long-lived great practitioner breaks into the purple court, it will be a rare occasion in the whole sect for decades, because Jie Lei is for the cultivator. In other words, it is like the rain from the sky, it is the best thing for tempering the body and refining the soul. At that time, all practitioners can touch the big practitioner's break according to their own realm, or at the edge of the thunder pond, or closer to the center. The light of the environment.
But this thunder robbery... seems unusual.
Even if Lu Jiajia's realm drops slightly, she is still a practitioner of the long-lived realm after all. She has just put all her strength into it and failed to stir up any waves in that robbery.
Next, she heard Ning Changjiu say something unbelievable: "This thunder is here to strike me."
"What are you talking about nonsense?" Lu Jiajia frowned. In history, the master broke the sky thunder for his disciple. It is not a small number of cases. ?
Ning Changjiu had this conjecture when he woke up earlier, and now he has finally confirmed the idea in his heart after seeing Lu Jiajia Yijian being swallowed.
The reason is very simple-my own existence violates the law of heaven and earth.
The practitioners of Xianzong only know that Jie Lei can use it to temper their souls, but they don't know that outside of Xianzong, many people who live in seclusion and practice the magic way will flee away after they notice the arrival of Jie Lei.
The reason is very simple, because Tiandi thinks that you have broken his rules, and all those with bad rules will be struck by lightning.
Ning Changjiu felt so uneasy for the first time. Ning Qinshui’s cultivation base had been defeated by him, but he still had support in his body—that night, all the evil ghosts that poured into his body, in these days Li was also refined into pure aura by him, but he wanted to be cautious, even if he fought with the enchanted Ning Xiaoling for half an hour, he did not expose the matter.
But now, he suddenly felt that even if his cultivation was exhausted, it would be nothing more than a broken body.
People are not as good as heaven.
He didn't expect that his existence would trigger such violent sky anger.
In the thunder pool, the entanglement of electric and optical bursts with a harsh sound of tearing and tearing. The center of the thundercloud gradually dented, vortexes surging from it, and the electric rays gathered along the trajectory of the turbine toward the middle, and finally condensed into one Blue-purple thunder ball.
A strong light was shining from the center, and the gale swept in with hissing electric currents. Lu Jiajia held a sword in one hand and protected his body with sword intent. Her white clothing was blown by the gale to hunt and hunt. After several swords, he still couldn't get close to the center area.
"Brother..."
Outside the temple gate, Ning Xiaoling finally tore the cocoon wrapped around her body. Her face was white and she stumbled and ran out. When she crossed the threshold, her feet were unstable, and she fell to her knees with a plop, and the wind hit her face. , At this moment, she had no cultivating ability, and her body turned back and fell back into the house with a plop.
Upstairs in the hall, Zhao Xianger's waist was slightly bent and his body bowed, his legs exerted force, and his body bounced back and forth between several eaves, headed against the wind, and ran toward the center of the thunderstorm.
Between a few leaps, she fell at the entrance of the main hall, and she looked forward. Under the top of the violent thunder pond, black clouds gathered and shrank constantly in the middle, like a devil’s pupil. The thunder and lightning are not stopped, and you can feel the great pressure just by looking at it.
Amidst the thunder light, a young man in white stood vaguely.
A blue-violet thunder thunder crashed on his body. The young figure with his hands raised up suddenly sank when it touched thunder thunder. There was a violent sound in the bones, and waves of white and purple came from there. The center spread out, like the tide that kept surging on the shore, Lu Jia married his sword and stood up, slicing the thunder light that spread out.
Zhao Xianger looked shocked, the intensity of this tribulation exceeded her imagination, and the person who resisted the tribulation, why not the girl named Ning Xiaoling in their mouth, but turned into that... What's the name of the little Taoist priest?
The little Taoist did not know where the power came from, and he has survived three thunders abruptly, and the frantic air currents brought by the thunderstorm hit the huge two-high bronze bell in the temple over and over again. There was a thunder in the sound, and even if it was a moment, the eardrum was almost broken and bleeding.
"Brother..."
The faint sound of the girl came from behind.
Zhao Xianger looked back and saw that the sixty-four candles in the temple had already been extinguished. At this moment, they were all overturned to the ground, and the candle oil was dripping all over the floor. I saw a little girl with messy long hair and weak breath. Struggling to get up on the ground, kept calling senior brother.
Zhao Xianger's heart shuddered, and the sword from the umbrella was drawn out like running water, and after a flash, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Ning Xiaoling.
"No." Behind, Lu Jiajia yelled and stopped in front of her.
Lu Jiajia glanced at Ning Xiaoling, helped her up, and said: "She is no longer a fox demon at the moment. There is no reason to kill her."
Zhao Xianger said coldly: "The demon species is not extinct. Sooner or later, she will wake up again. If we keep her today, what should I do in the future?"
Lu Jia married: "I have taken her back as a disciple. After I bring her back to Xianzong, I will ask the lord to eliminate hidden dangers for her."
Zhao Xianger looked at the petite girl who was only about 13 or 14 years old, and the tip of the sword in her hand trembled slightly.
Zhao Xianger said: "What if I insist on killing her?"
Lu Jiajia has a firm gaze: "At this moment, thanks to Ning Changjiu, the imperial city was saved from a catastrophe. If she had previously awakened her demon species and broke into the purple court, what power could stop her in the imperial city at this moment? "
Zhao Xianger snorted coldly, unmoved: "I have my own way."
Lu married and said: "At this moment, her brother is robbed because of the imperial city. You can't do it because of emotion and reason."
Zhao Xianger bit her lips lightly, her eyes changed. She always felt that the disaster of the imperial city was a test given to her by her mother. Everything was in order, but due to her negligence, she finally missed a step. The mistakes and omissions, she should have erased by herself, but now when she arrived late, she found that the crisis had been resolved, and that the young man who had saved the imperial city was on the verge of extinction at any time.
She took a deep breath, and the violent wind surging behind her was blowing her skirt, pushing her body forward like an invisible hand, trying to pierce the sword into Ning Xiaoling. In the body, this matter was completely settled.
"I will spare your life for now."
She finally gave a cold snort, the tip of the sword moved, behind the sword, and walked towards the thunder light.
She wants to see who is the young man who broke her exam.
It's just that there are more thunders at this moment, and I'm afraid that when the thunder is exhausted, the young man has no bones.
Lu Jiajia held the girl in her arms and pointed her eyebrows, causing her to fall asleep temporarily. She was afraid that the little girl would see the death of her senior, which inspired the demonic nature that was hard to press in her heart.
Thunderballs in the sky are falling like rain.
In the thunder light, a shadowy figure stood like a wood, but it still moved.
Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyebrows lightly, wondering if this person is still alive?
She hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the red umbrella, supporting herself in a difficult retrograde direction.
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Ning Changjiu didn't know how he survived until now.
The ghosts he refined had already been burned by the first three thunders.
He laughed at himself, thinking that he was doing everything he could. He thought that everything was under control. He didn’t expect that after a few days of living, death would be imminent again. I don’t know if he will really die this time or whether he will die again. To be lucky to be reincarnated...
When a person is faced with great danger, the speed of thinking will be oppressed extremely fast.
When the complicated thoughts passed through his mind, another giant snake-like electric light fell in the air, smashed towards the sky cover, like a hammer that fell sharply during pile driving, and the huge pressure stimulated his hair to root. The roots exploded, and the blood and water all over his body seemed to boil and burn. In the extreme heat, the spirit became extremely heavy, but the flesh seemed to have lost its weight.
At the moment when the thunder light fell, in the depths of the soul, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.
Ning Changjiu raised his head, wondering if it was an illusion. In the thunder light, there was a looming shadow looking at him softly but softly. It was a figure dancing in a clear Taoist robe.
Beside the figure, there stood a shorter figure, who also looked at him with a blank expression.
Ning Changjiu stood in a daze, his thinking was frozen for a while, and he was not even sure whether he was dim-eyed or not.
The two figures are facing the light, only a vague outline can be seen.
But it's enough.
Because those two are faces he can never admit to wrong.
One is my past life, and the other is my current self.
Ning Changjiu.
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(Single chapter for a few days, let me finish my graduation thesis! I'm going to hand it in soon, I haven't written much yet ==)