Beyond the Divine States Chapter 102: : Butcher

Ning Xiaoling stared at him, her chills turned into numbness all over her body, and her hand holding the sword was almost unsteady.

It wasn't until Ning Qinshui asked questions that consciousness gradually returned.

In the past, when she was still Ning Qinshui's apprentice, she had never dared to fight back for his duties and scolded him. At most, she slandered a few old things behind her back.

Now, the old thing she hated and hate appeared in front of her again, and, as she said, it was really not human anymore. Her own curse worked, but she couldn't feel the slightest happiness, and her scalp exploded in an instant with astonishment and fear.

She turned her head and glanced at her senior, but found that Ning Changjiu was extraordinarily calm, and she was calmer now.

Ning Changjiu looked at him, holding the sword in his hand tighter.

On the day when he resurrected from the dead, he pointed to Ning Qinshui with a point of truth. At that time, he had just awakened, and his realm should have been extremely weak. After that finger, he cut the opponent to pieces. This is for the time. For him, this is incredible. Now I think about it, it should be that Ning Qinshui's soul has been detained by Mrs. Bai. What was left at that time was just a decayed body, unconscious, and only a dead body whose spiritual power was constantly flowing.

At that time, Ning Qinshui also thought he was dead. His soul was nibbled to pieces, almost wiped out, and he was nourished by the green porcelain vase by Mrs. Bai. To this day, the red moon in Linhe city is headed, and all things are manifested in the dark. At this moment, he finally walked out of the bottle and formed.

Because the evil spirit will not die tonight, in the city now, no one can kill him except Mrs. White who holds the authority.

He looked at the pair of former disciples who were still alive, and his expression was a bit complicated. If Mrs. White hadn't told him in advance, he would have been very surprised at that moment.

"Unexpectedly, you are still alive." Ning Qinshui still said with emotion: "Today, I will kill myself as souls. I can still accept you as my disciples, and I will bear the blame."

Ning Xiaoling meditated on the appearance of marrying in silence, so as to suppress the fear in her heart. She was very afraid of the other person, but still stared at his face, and smiled angrily: "What a treasure. It’s a good one to let the past go."

Ning Qinshui held a red cinnabar pen with a symbol in his hand. He looked at the young girls and said coldly: "It is meaningless to speak quickly. When Mingjun comes to the world, everything will be ashes. It is better to live and die sooner. Up."

While speaking, he looked at Ning Changjiu, and said, "You seem to have changed a lot?"

Ning Chang didn't reply for a long time.

Ning Qinshuidao: "Although it's a bit dull on weekdays, you are much more obedient than your junior sister. Today you commit suicide first and set an example for your junior sister."

Ning Changjiu looked at the girl next to him, raised the sword in his hand, and said: "Master asked me to demonstrate to you, you have to be optimistic."

"Huh?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly stunned. Before she could understand the off-string sound in the brother's words, an indifferent sword intent emerged from Ning Changjiu's side.

The white snow on the ground is like sand, rolling up with the snow on the edge of his sword, rough and mixed, like countless white mosquitoes dancing.

Ning Qinshui's expression was slightly awkward, and as soon as the obliterating intent appeared, he suddenly noticed that his heart was cold. He didn't understand what happened to this originally dull boy and why he is so sharp now. The murderousness of the sword.

Without waiting for Ning Qin Shui to think, white snow rose on the ground, and Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared. Almost at the same time, a sword light lit up, cutting away the dense night, like a cliff, a waterfall, a white dragon spitting a rainbow, and a sword in the sky. It instantly illuminates the night and makes the red moon dark.

Ning Qinshui said that he had come back from the dead, but he couldn't see the sun for a long time. When this sword light was on, he was born with throbbing in his heart.

Ning Qinshui immediately drew a talisman with ink and brush, and the snow on the ground stood up and turned into a city wall to block the way.

The long sword came all the way, and the snow-white city wall was just erected and was swept down by the sword light. Although the sword power was blocked a little slower, the sword intent became stronger and stronger. When he approached Ning Qinshui, the sword intent was already full. In the autumn wind, the long sword fell again, Bai Hong smashed the ground, everything around him was torn to pieces in the loud noise, Ning Qinshui was shocked, his figure subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his thinking was slower than Jian Guang.

After the sword fell, his body was cut in half from the top of his head to his feet!

"You..." Ning Qinshui, whose soul was cracked, looked terrifying and funny. He reached out and grabbed the other half's body, trying to close it again: "What swordsmanship is this?"

Ning Xiaoling stared at her senior brother’s back. Of course she recognized these swords. These are the three powers of sand snow, white rainbow guanri, and autumn makeup in the Tianyu Sword Sutra. During the morning class, the senior fellow reads with her. Sword Sutra, she knew that Senior Brother was already familiar with the above mental formulas, but she didn't know when he had already cultivated the Sword Sutra of the day to such a point.

She watched Ning Qinshui, who was talking and laughing, was cut in half with a sword. Although she knew that all the ghosts in the city could not be killed now, most of the fear in her heart was wiped out.

Ning Changjiu certainly wouldn't answer his questions. His indifferent gaze made Ning Qinshui, who was already a ghost, feel cold.

Ning Changjiu raised his sword again, the sword shines like a torrential rain, and his soul is completely destroyed.

That's the ink rain turning basin style.

In fact, Ning Qinshui is now dead and turned into a ghost, and his cultivation base has been more refined, but he did not expect that his own disciple, who originally had an empty skin but was stupid, now his sword technique is so exquisite, so suddenly. He was caught off guard by the sword that came, so he stepped slowly, even if the evil spirits were not dead, but how fast could he repair his soul now compare with the speed of Ning Changjiu's sword destruction?

The hand holding the pen fell on the ground. Just as Ning Xiaoling was about to draw the talisman, Ning Xiaoling's eyes sharpened, and the flying sword arrived instantly. A sword plunged into the palm, stirring at the same time, peeling off the five fingers together. Down.

"Do you think you are Mrs. Bai, dare to appear so blatantly?" Ning Changjiu looked at the soul shattered into hundreds of pieces indifferently. He pinched a sword technique and set up countless sword locks to hold the limbs. The main part is temporarily stuck.

Ning Qinshui can still speak even if his soul is smashed: "I don't know what chance you have. It was so powerful in a short time. It seems that I was really dusted by jade before following me. It's just you. It's also a waste of effort. You can't kill me, and it's impossible to get out of this yard. I originally wanted to give you a way. Since I don't know how to live or die, wait until Madam Bai completes the ceremony, and I will slowly torture you to death!"　" Noisy." Ning Changjiu looked at the girl next to him, and said: "Junior sister, there is a rare person who can't be killed. I will exercise my sword skills and I will find the way."

Ning Xiaoling refreshed, and said: "Yes, brother."

She lifted the sword, recalled the exquisite sword technique in the sword script, and when Ning Qinshui's soul was about to close together, she brazenly shot it to smash it again.

Ning Changjiu took the sword and walked into the hall.

He believes that this old mansion should be the key to manipulating the alley's obscurity, and even in this dead city in the future, it will be similar to the existence of Yan Luo Mansion.

He walked into the hall, lighting up his sword eyes and patrolling around.

Everything in this hall is exactly the same as when he was leaving. The pile of porcelain fragments were still scattered on the ground. He walked to the compass, fumbled for a while and opened the secret compartment, and found that there were indeed two missing pieces inside. Bag of money.

Everything seems to be the same. This is the old house where they once lived.

Ning Changjiu tried to burn a ball of sword fire and throw it into the dry pile of firewood, but the fire of the sword quickly extinguished, and the pile of firewood seemed to be non-existent and could not be ignited at all.

In the yard, although Ning Qinshui was chopped to pieces, his lingering voice still kept ringing: "Now this is the judge's mansion, between the world and the nether, unless you are broken The power of the void, otherwise it cannot be destroyed at all."

Ning Xiaoling chopped the right hand that he was trying to condense to hold the pen again. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, but her expression was extremely hot. Now that she used the sword trick that was very rusty, the more she used it, the more familiar she seemed to be. Kill real people.

"Shut up, what do you need to talk about, brother?" Ning Xiaoling pierced her heart.

Ning Qinshui sneered and said, "This boy is not your senior at all, can't you see it for so long?"

Ning Xiaoling also sneered: "Are you blind and others blind with you?"

After Ning Chang tried to destroy the house for a long time to no avail, he turned around and pushed the door.

Ning Qinshui said: "There are the marks of your life in this house for several years. These are the cause and effect that will entangle you for a lifetime. If you can't get rid of this line of cause and effect, you can only be imprisoned here forever. This is Mingjun's. One of the authority, don’t waste your energy."

Ning Changjiu's hand pushing the door was slightly dull. He thought for a while and said: "Life and death are the greatest cause and effect."

Speaking, he unfastened the door latch, and in Ning Qinshui's extremely shocked expression, he pushed the door and walked out.

He stood on the long street, looking sideways.

On the other side of Long Street, a big beard butcher is holding a pig-killing knife in one hand, and a **** horse head in the other. The horse's neck is still tied with a ribbon, as if he saw it on the first day in the city. A tall horse.

He walked swaggeringly, cursing something in his mouth. After the gate of Ning Qinshui's house opened and the white-clothed boy walked out, the butcher also stopped and looked at him murderously.

"Are you a man or a ghost? Have you seen my lost cow? If you do, please spare you not to die."

……

……

(The next chapter has also been updated)