Beyond the Divine States Chapter 45: : The destruction of a star

The thick, mountainous thundercloud squirmed like a childbirth, and the thunder light kept falling down continuously, like a ball or a dragon, and the surrounding air was filled with hissing and vibrating electric current.

But Ning Changjiu couldn't hear any sound. He wasn't sure whether his eardrum had been cracked or the sound was cut off by something.

Ning Changjiu, who looked dumb and honest, took the lead in speaking: "You have to keep being kind to the junior sister."

Ning Changjiu's lips partly opened, but he felt hoarse in his throat when he wanted to speak, and couldn't open his mouth.

He suddenly understood that his body is so light because two souls have left the body.

The two souls are hidden in the deepest part of consciousness, in a mysterious state of three souls, but this state is intolerable to heaven and earth, perhaps this is also the real reason for the thunder.

The young man Ning Chang looked at the direction of the temple for a long time, smiled slightly, "Take good care of the younger sister, and live well."

That night, under the bite of the ghost, his soul was broken into shape, and now it was finally saved. It was sealed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. Today, he was dragged by the thunder and finally left his body. .

It's just that his soul is too weak, and in the sky full of thunder, that figure appears more and more thin and transparent.

There was a bang.

Ning Xiaoling woke up suddenly.

"Brother...Brother!"

She broke away from Lu Jiajia's embrace, and suddenly ran toward the house, the wind was like a knife. She stepped over the threshold before landing, she was pressed back again, and the back of her head hit Lu Jiajia's chest. Lu Jiajia hugged her and sighed pityingly.

"Sister Lu...help my brother." Ning Xiaoling grabbed the white-clothed woman's skirt, and said with a choked voice.

Lu Jiajia lightly patted her back, originally trying to make her sleep peacefully again, but for a moment, she hung her hand between her eyebrows, and finally fell down, just sighing.

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The surface of the red umbrella in Zhao Xianger's hand is very thin, but the ancient umbrella supported by hundreds of fine bones also has great resilience. After all, it is a treasure of the imperial city. At this moment, even if thunder and fire erodes, Only a faint, water-stained mark was left on the umbrella surface.

The sound of the wind whistles in my ears.

Zhao Xiang'er's footsteps are getting slower and slower, and the aura of her body is gradually weakening. The wind like a knife is wrapped in thunder and lightning, and the red rope she tied to her hair is also worn torn and broken. A head of ink is scattered, surging in the air, like seaweed in the turbulent water.

It was almost in the center of Thunder Tribulation, and the dazzling electric light had been reflected on the eyelids through the umbrella. Even though the umbrella was across, she still felt dazzling.

Just when she wanted to remove the umbrella and see what happened in the center of the thunder tribulation, the powerful pressure was obviously weakened a lot.

The bend edge of the red umbrella began to rebound, and there was no longer a thunder movie, but a piece of shattered glass like thunder chips that swept across the cheeks of his side.

The huge roar also disappeared, and the rapid transition from extremely noisy to quiet made her feel deaf in both ears for a while, and the surrounding air seemed to have been exhausted.

She hesitated for a moment, removed the umbrella, and as soon as she received it from her waist, she suddenly saw a shadow filling her vision--something had hit it.

She stretched out her hand subconsciously, her spiritual power surged, and she wanted to push away the thing that fell with a palm.

However, she had just retrograde Thunder Tribulation, and her spiritual power consumption was equally huge. At this moment, the shadow fell off guard, and the spiritual power she hurriedly intertwined was smashed.

The wrist numb, the red umbrella took off and fell to the ground, being blown behind by the continuous wind, and the figure directly hit her arms.

The girl snorted softly. Under the momentum of the impact, she stepped back a few steps, still leaning backwards uncontrollably, but the handle of the red umbrella just pressed against the upward spine of her waist. To prevent her from falling, she embroidered her shoes off the ground, but her toes were still sticking to the ground. She leaned back on her upper body, and her long hair fell straight down the ground like a waterfall. Using the umbrella handle as a fulcrum, her back and waist-hip were bent. An exaggerated and beautiful arc.

At this moment, the dust and thunders of the robbery are falling like snowflakes, like a dying firework.

After a brief trance, Zhao Xiang'er saw the figure that crashed into his arms.

It was a beautiful but pale face, and it was the young man who fell from the sky just now, after all the thunder and thunder, and fell into a faint.

Zhao Xianger's breathing is slightly stagnant. From small to large, her playmates are only the girls in the Qianyu Palace. The closest contact between her and the men may have been in the Qianyu Palace three years ago. The first eight players were too afraid to fight again.

So she wanted to push the teenager away from her arms and then carry him to his junior sister.

But the moment her hand touched his body, she saw great sadness on his face. The young man had passed out, but his eyelids and eyelashes were still trembling, and his teeth were trembling slightly. , The thick blood oozes from between her lips and teeth, dripping onto her delicate collarbone, like a grain of cinnabar.

She looked at this face, there was only one side, but for some reason, there was always an illusion of deja vu.

The bright thunder debris is still falling, and the dark clouds on the dark sky gradually dilute in the wind.

So this scene was maintained strangely, the red umbrella in full bloom fell on the ground, the handle of the umbrella supported the girl's overturned body, and the girl was holding a dying figure in her arms.

When the thunder light dissipated, Lu Jiajia came behind them and was surprised to see this scene.

Surprised, Na Ning Changjiu... seems to be alive.

Ning Xiaoling also looked surprised. What was surprised was that the seemingly indifferent little majesty was so embarrassed that she hugged her brother like this...

No, why am I thinking about this... Ning Xiaoling patted her head and ran over quickly, caring for the safety of the senior.

Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, slowly straightened up the pliable and slender waist, grabbed the back of Ning Changjiu's neck with one hand, and moved his unconscious face away from his thin right shoulder.

He was so heavy when he hit him, but at the moment he was too light, as if the water in his body had been evaporated.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the bloodstains on his body and the scorching traces of thunder and lightning, opened her mouth, her words condensed in her throat, leaving only a deep guilt.

Zhao Xianger gave her a bad look and said, "You follow me into the palace."

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Ning Changjiu knew that he was dreaming.

In his dream, he was walking on an extremely dark road, with his fingers out of sight, only a shining back in front of him was guiding him.

That is the self from the previous life.

"Where are you taking me?" Ning Changjiu couldn't help but ask.

The young man in the green robes didn't speak, but just walked forward unhurriedly.

On the dark road, there is gradually a picture.

A man with a messy Taoist robe and an angular face carrying a long knife, looked at the Taoist temple high on the cliff, couldn't help stroking his hair on both sides, and said: "From now on, you will be the disciple of this temple. , Come, Brother Er will take you to open your eyes."

Beside him, there was a four-year-old boy who was hiding behind him timidly, his eyes faintly fearful when he looked at the Taoist temple in the cliff.

On this day, Ning Changjiu, who was only four years old, under the leadership of the second elder brother, successively met Qingsheng Wushuang, the stunningly beautiful elder sister, and the third elder brother who looked like a graceful son in piercing red clothes was petite. , Carrying a weapon box, the four senior sisters with short hair and slightly messy hair, a simple cloth, a bright smile, the five seniors who are very easy-going, and the sixth seniors with silver hair and withdrawn temperament.

Then it was arranged to myself.

He is the last disciple of Guanzhong.

On the day of entering the temple, Brother Six gave him the key to the main entrance of the temple with the keys to the three main halls. Since that day, he has been responsible for closing the door of the temple every night.

This is the beginning of everything.

Naguan falls between the mountainside, the mountain towers into the clouds, without seeing its top, under the mountain is a small town with no more than a few hundred people, named Dahe Town.

The picture changed extremely fast after that. Ning Changjiu watched as he grew bigger and bigger. He engraved on the wall the checklist that the master entrusted the second brother to him, and crossed it out every once in a while.

Twelve years in a blink of an eye.

When he was sixteen years old, he accompanied the fifth brother to sit on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea of ​​clouds. In the evening, the sea of ​​clouds was stained red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and a dim setting sun ironed the orange edge, slowly sinking Earth.

He returned the marriage letter to the second brother. The second brother sighed with regret, and then informed him of his twelve years of life.

The screen has a glimpse of light.

Twelve years later, the avenue has been completed, and the outlook is soaring.

The moon that night was white and huge, almost occupying half of the sky, as if within reach.

In Dahe Town, countless scarlet lanterns slowly rise into the sky, burning like sparks.

In the big moon, there seems to be a hole in the sky, and you can vaguely see the sage falling from the fairy court. Under the splashing moonlight, headed by a master sister in a blue dress, one after another silhouette rises from the ground and cuts open the sky. Go against the sky.

This is the night he will never forget forever.

Then he looked back suddenly, the lights were dim, the door of Taoism opened, and the sword shadow was like a big river surging through the three palaces. The sword aura and the murderous rupture were stronger than the previous six soaring brothers and sisters combined.

In the tide of white light, the snow-white clothes floated up and down, like a cold palace lantern, and that indifferent face was beautiful with indescribable beauty.

It's the ultimate sword and the ultimate beauty, even a glance is thrilling.

So in the sword light, his heart was really distracted, his soul was really shaken, and the consciousness of life passed quickly, and a pale golden shadow was forcibly pulled out of the body by her and cut with a sword.

He fell off the cliff of clouds.

After waking up, I was in a desolate world, the sky was dark, everything was dead, and my body could hardly feel any weight, as if it had been broken to pieces, and the ten thousand stars in front of me were my only comfort.

He thought it was his grave.

The shining figure stood in this dead gray prison, staring at the desolation around him, and sighed softly.

Ning Changjiu looked at him, and his followers recalled the past.

The years in this tomb are the loneliest and longest years in his life, like a dream of eternal catastrophe.

"That's it." The figure whispered softly.

Ning Changjiu said: "If you are you, who am I?"

The figure did not look back from beginning to end, "I am you, and that idiot little Taoist is also you. From then on, you are just you."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Which time to play at this time? We are from Daomen, not the monk."

The figure's joke is a bit cold: "Nowadays, we are not in the temple, and we are in the countryside and do as the customs."

Ning Changjiu remembered that at this moment, he was still suffering from the thunder, and he was indeed in a temple.

He didn't know how to answer.

"This is our last side." The figure said.

"What do you want to say?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The figure turned his head, his face was vague, and there was no smile anymore, his expression was extremely serious: "Find the master...you must find her!"

Ning Changjiu quickly asked: "How to find it? Where is this Taoist temple in the world? Where is the master now? After finding her...she sees that I am not dead, will she..." /

The figure interrupted him and said: "You have calculated many times over the years, so did I. We can't get the answer, but you must go find her!"

Ning Changjiu remembered the word "Master", and hurried to the severe pain like cracking in his chest. The heart-piercing hallucinations brought the icy cold all over his body. He took a slight breath and touched what he was hiding. Xiantianling, now in an empty position, said: "I can't avoid it, why do I still look for her?"

If the figure's words are like sighing: "I don't know, but I only know one thing. Master killed Ning Changjiu, but Ning Changjiu is still alive now. If you are alive, I am alive. ."

Ning Changjiu still wants to ask questions, but the figure is getting fainter. He continues to say: "In these years, I often see a picture, that is an endless sea of ​​black stars, hanging all over the sky. It is a dead star, only a few of which are still on, so it shines hard, seeming to want to pass the flame to all the other dead stars.

"Dead stars? What is that?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Dead Star Field." The figure replied, "But it's not the stars that float inside, but...the spirit swallowers."

"Spirit-swallower?" Ning Changjiu was surprised when he heard this term.

"Well, I often feel that this is the picture Master sees now."

"And we are the last star."

His voice is weak and inaudible.

"Speak to this, take care..."

The light curtain shattered.

The sky thunder fell.

Ning Changjiu saw that figure rise in the air and rushed towards the thunder pond, while the other Ning Changjiu, whose figure was thin and almost illusory, waved to himself and smiled slightly, like a fool.

Heaven and earth can't tolerate three souls, so they left, leaving themselves to themselves.

Ning Changjiu trembled all over. He raised his head and looked at the sky. In the dense thunder pond, his figure from the previous life had been condensed into a dot, emitting light, like a bright star.

In the thick ink sea of ​​clouds, the figure looked around Jie Lei, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He has a soaring sword in his heart, and he can't figure it out. Before dissipating, he must cut something.

The first three realms of cultivating Taoism, enter the mystery, pass the immortal, live for a long time, and break through all of them...

Enter the purple court, in a blink of an eye, the first to the ninth floor, then break.

Looking at the Five Ways of Heaven, in a blink of an eye, the peak of it is legendary in the three realms, which have obtained their true meaning but cannot enter.

Five Dao is enough.

A sword lit up in the sea of ​​clouds. It was a real virtual sword. There was no light and no one could see it, but with a sharpness that could match everything, it constantly pushed forward, smashing everything that it touched. Things.

The sound of thunder was dumb, and the scorching brilliance faded away.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, his eyes trembled, and the falling thunder fire was no longer lethal. When he fell to his side, it looked like white snow.

He witnessed the destruction of a star.

So the gravitational pull of the star on him broke at this moment.

He is like a bird with folded wings, falling down in the air.

Consciousness sank to the bottom of the lake.

I don't know how long it has been.

When the dim lights were lit up in the sea of ​​consciousness again, the meager spiritual power was finally transferred into the limbs and limbs. His eyelids trembled, and he opened it with difficulty, and his eyes were vaguely scarlet The carved bed frame and the snow-white fog-like veil.

His eyes were deflected, and in front of the table in front of the table, there was a vague figure of a girl kneeling in front of the table, waving a bit of paper.

The beautiful, drooping black hair, the slender white neck and the soft curves focused and collapsed in the line of sight. After repeating it several times, he could barely see clearly.

"Xiang...Xiang...Zhao..."

He judged the person's identity, but at this moment, his head was stunned by needles, and he couldn't think of it for a while.

"Xiang?" The girl turned her head when she heard the sound, and smiled: "What? Am I very fragrant?"