Beyond the Divine States Chapter 81: : Meteorite

Ning Changjiu raised his head, closed his eyes, his face turned paler, and his aura turned into wisps of smoke and scattered from the corners of his eyes.

He touched his cheek, looked at the blood between his fingers, and was silent.

His vision fell to the extreme depths through the fog, but he still couldn't see to the bottom, as if a natural barrier stretched the space extremely long and obscured his vision.

And under the barrier, there seemed to be something invisible. When he wanted to project his gaze further away, the darkness in the abyss seemed to toss up, and suddenly contained his sight. At the same time, the eyes were immediately backlashed, and the spirit seemed to fall away from the body.

He had to close his eyes immediately and cut off the prying eyes. After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, the light was collected little by little, and gathered back into his eyes again.

Ning Changjiu wiped off the blood, slowly faded the bloodshot eyes from his pupils, and muttered: "Is it the Demon Realm?"

The great practitioners in the world will hunt and kill the monsters of heaven and earth, and the bones of those monsters are very difficult to get rid of. If they are discarded at will, they are likely to breed new monsters. Therefore, after many great demons are killed, the bones They will all be transported back to the sect and buried in specific places. These places are so heavy that no one should come near them. They are called demon realms and listed as forbidden places.

Could it be that there is such a space under this hidden peak?

But if this is the case, why not directly seal the gap between the hidden peak and the space at the bottom of the peak, and it is not difficult to create a barrier between this place and the dragon pillar, and they are not afraid that people who retreat here will stumble and fall into it. ?

Or...

Ning Changjiu suddenly thought of something, his mind brightened, but his face was rarely worried.

He knelt down, touched the edge of the cliff, and touched the cold stone with his fingers, as if thinking about something.

It took a long time before he got up, and after one last glance at the abyss-like world at the bottom of the mountain, he turned and left.

Before leaving Hidden Peak, he vaguely heard a clear sound, like chopsticks knocking on a porcelain bowl.

That was the sound of the first sword fetus.

In half a month, Nan Cheng has survived the first part and formed the embryonic form of the sword fetus. The next is the most difficult part, like a woman who is pregnant in October, and this sword fetus is far more naughty. Even a baby, it is a kind of pain that cuts the body every moment. If it fails, people die like a sword, and if they survive it, they can agree with each other.

The sword spirit of Lu Jiajia is a real goddess, and he doesn't need to endure this kind of pain, but is more powerful and magical than the Houtian sword fetus.

All innate spirits in the world are based on life, and there are always exceptions. Some innate spirits present elements like pig iron. After being forged by the purple mansion, they happen to be in the shape of swords. These spirits and The body is the same Qi, unable to evoke the body, and it is not a true innate spirit.

But the sword spirit has the nature of reverse pollution, allowing everything close to it to be as cold and sharp as a blade.

This is an ability that even the acquired sword fetus formed through untold hardships cannot possess.

Ning Changjiu came to the Dongfu in Nancheng's retreat. Today, the gate of the cave mansion was closed tightly, as if declining visitors, Ning Changjiu hung the C-shaped jade sign on his door, then turned and left.

Now the Lingguo Pill is of little significance to him, and Nan Cheng should use it next.

Although in the jade brand, most of the wool has been squeezed out.

But I am a good person, so I kept a little bit.

If Nan Cheng can form the Hou Tian Jian Ti, then Feng Zhong will pay more attention to him in the future, and he will definitely be able to raise this jade card to a lower level.

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When Ning Changjiu went back to Shuge, he habitually stopped and listened for a while.

Nothing happened next door today.

This is the third day without movement...

It seems that Junior Sister Le Rou has given up on her own conquest.

Ning Changjiu walked into the central corridor of the book pavilion. He suddenly discovered that the sword repairing had already ended, so why is there still no one in the pavilion today.

"Every year half a month before New Year's Eve, there will be a sword-listening meeting on the snow field. This sword-listening meeting will not end until the evening, and they will not be able to return for the time being." The old man Yan Zhou's voice changed from the long story After uploading, the afterglow stored in the stone fell on his robe, looking mottled from a distance.

Ning Changjiu stopped: "Listen to the sword meeting on the snow field?"

Old man Yan Zhou rarely stood up, propped up the table in one hand, and held a book in the other, saying: "It's not interesting. If you don’t do anything with each other, you will show what you have learned. It’s a year of practice. It’s a good time for everyone to wait for the new year, which can be considered as a pavement for the opening of the Spring Festival."

Since Ning Changjiu didn't compete with each other, Ning Changjiu didn't worry about Ning Xiaoling anymore. Anyway, this little girl is very clever and shouldn't suffer any losses.

Ning Changjiu looked at the old man, smiled and asked, "The old man is in good spirits today?"

Old man Yan Zhou stroked his beard and smiled: "Before entering the bed every day, the old man feels in his heart. He feels that he will not be able to wake up after falling asleep like this, but for some reason, he will wake up as usual every day. The spirit is dim, and there are occasions when it is bright."

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "The flow of water does not move for death, but the stars do not move for eternity. Uncle Shi may be like stagnant water and heart like stars. The two are tug of war with each other. Uncle Shi's heart is tenacious, so long Stay in the world."

Old man Yan Zhou stared at him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "If the obsession is unbroken for a moment, how can it be considered a star."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Perseverance...the next scroll of the Heavenly Sword Scripture?"

Yan Zhou nodded and looked around slowly: "Well, I know it is here, but I will never find it. How can I close my eyes with such a tormented mood?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why does it hide itself under your nose?"

"I don't know." Yan Zhou slowly shook his head, and said, "I have thought about this problem many times. Perhaps it was the punishment and ridicule for my failure to unlock the seal."

After finishing this sentence, he didn't seem to want to discuss this anymore. His slightly energetic eyebrows hung in a heavy old manner. He coughed a few times, raised his eyelids and glanced at Ning Changjiu, and asked: "In Who has ever met in Hidden Peak?"

Ning Changjiu said: "So the uncle master knows that?"

The old man Yan Zhou said in a bad mood: "I am not blind, and come and go under my nose every day. Is my realm as low as that of Lu Yuanbai?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and replied: "The hidden peak is too big. After going around for a long time, I only met a fellow practitioner."

Old man Yan Zhou nodded and said: "I can't meet good, there are a few old things, but my temper is not good. I ate most of the things in the treasure house, but one by one is like a tortoise crawling through the world. He has not grown for decades. ."

Ning Chang hesitated for a while, and asked: "Then...under the hidden peak, what is hidden?"

"Did you go to the center?" The old man Yan Zhou raised his head, looked at his face with some muddy eyes, and said: "Don't go anymore, it's a forbidden area."

Ning Changjiu asked his doubts: "Since it is a forbidden land, why not just seal it up?"

Yan Zhou didn’t answer, but just said: “After you leave the Yujian Tianzong, after traveling down the mountain, you can walk around Nanzhou and take a look, especially in the central and wild areas. You can be on the edge. Turn around, maybe you can find some opportunities."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What's this?"

Yan Zhou smiled and slowly said: "There are two swords and a sword scripture in the Four Peaks, as well as some ancient relics. They were all picked up by the master there. I think you have a good blessing. If you have life Come back, maybe you can change your fate."

Ning Changjiu asked: "My qi sea is narrow, the purple mansion is eclipsed, and my spiritual veins are even more congested. Is there really a treasure in the world that can help me?"

The old man Yan Zhou shook his head and said: "The heaven and the earth are magical, I am an old man who has been trapped in Jianfeng all my life, how do I know."

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "What is the relationship between the bottom of the sky cave peak and that wild place?"

Old man Yan Zhou didn’t answer directly, but just said: “There are always things that have been exhausted, but they are all tasteless in every way. Not only are they useless, they may even suffer a great backlash. . But no matter what, I would never want to throw it away... And after the catastrophe five hundred years ago, many places in the world blatantly left similar, demon-infused, peerless treasures, such as the great cauldron in Middle-earth. , Everyone watched it there, but five hundred people did not take it away."

Ning Changjiu asked: "You mean, the relics after the catastrophe five hundred years ago are hidden at the bottom of the peak, but they were hidden at the bottom of the peak because they could not be used for various reasons?"

Yan Zhou's answer was unexpected again, "Five hundred years...I don't know, it may be even longer."

"Longer?"

"Well, in the middle of the southern wilderness, only the master and a few practitioners who have ranked among the Five Paths have set foot, and they almost all have a view—"

The old man Yan Zhou paused, as if he was considering whether to say such a thing or not. In the end, he continued: "That southern wilderness may have fallen to God."

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(The plot is a bit stuck, it's a bit slow to write...)