Beyond the Divine States Chapter 122: : The big day Tathagata breaks the long night

Under the cover of Jiu Yu, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger originally thought that they could drag Mrs. Bai to exhaustion and their bodies collapsed. After the death of Madam Bai, Zhao Xianger used Jiuyu as a sword to directly cut open this crumbling world and let them leave first, so that the balance of Fengdu could be maintained, and then they would find a way to destroy it from the outside. This capital city allows those who are still alive inside to see the sky again.

But all of this was destroyed by a series of crazy behaviors followed by Mrs. White.

On the sky without a trace of light, the stream of fire lit up.

It was the sword fire that used her body as a sword, and it was also the corpse fire that ignited on her boneless body.

By the bank of the yellow spring, the plain-clothed girl blindfolded her eyes with a black cloth, forcing herself not to look at the light from the sky. She covered her ears and was terrified. She couldn't help calling a name in her mouth: "Han Husband."

That is the name of Heiwuchang.

The girl in plain clothes originally thought that she was just like a broken long bridge with him. Sooner or later, she could see him again. But at this moment, she didn't know that her foster father was gone, and the fear that the city would be destroyed in a moment was overwhelming everything.

In the crevices of the stone beside the yellow spring, there are countless flowers blooming. The petals of those flowers are very thin, only slightly thicker than the hair. They are slightly rolled up, slender and fragile, and they will break when the wind blows.

They are the other side flowers.

At this moment, the death aura of the city's destruction has condensed into their fascinating petals, their existence is only for the funeral of the city, blooming and destruction are only moments of time.

It's like raining when the clouds gather, and thunder will follow after the electric lights go off.

When the red flame pierced the sky.

In this city, even the most elderly and feeble old woman knows that the city is about to fall.

They don't even have time to perform any rituals, and the city will be destroyed in an instant.

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On the bed, Ning Xiaoling braced her injured body with difficulty. She also felt the aura of destruction. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes and ran out barefoot. She yelled Ning Changjiu's name. , Relying on the vague connection of the heart to rush towards a fierce place.

In the darkness, a hand grabbed her.

"Brother!" Ning Xiaoling exclaimed, and was dragged over.

Ning Changjiu saw him, he was relieved, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Xianger, his voice eagerly said: "Is it time?"

The question was whether Zhao Xianger had time to cut a gap in space and take them out of the impending destruction of the city.

Zhao Xianger raised her head, but her eyes were extremely calm. She shook her head and said: "It's too late."

Ning Changjiu clenched his fists and nodded silently.

There is determination in their hearts.

The already suppressed darkness seemed even more solemn at this moment. Zhao Xianger touched the umbrella surface of the ancient umbrella with her fingers, and suddenly said: "When my mother gave this umbrella to me, she told me that this umbrella is called Qingcheng. The sword is called Qingguo."

Speaking of these, she walked out of the shadow of Jiuyu and beckoned to the sky.

Ms. Bai, who was like a meteor, dragged the tail of a long stream of flames, turned a little bit and swooped toward Zhao Xianger's location.

"This umbrella is called Qingcheng." Zhao Xianger repeated it again.

Ning Changjiu understood what she meant.

This is what the lady expects of her.

Now that the city is about to fall, how can she be alone?

This is her city.

All the consciousness of Mrs. Bai has been consumed. At this moment, she can be a young girl, an old man in a recliner, or an old woman weaving lanterns, no matter what, she will eventually turn into a sword .

The intense death burned into the red lotus fire of hell, so the horror of death became incomparable beauty.

She is now shaped like a feather snake, and her burning body is like a moth in the flames.

Zhao Xianger opened the red umbrella, and all his spiritual power was pressed on the umbrella surface.

Ning Changjiu stretched out her hand and held the umbrella handle. Ning Xiaoling also stretched out her scarred hands and held them firmly together.

They raised their umbrellas in the direction from which Mrs. White had turned into a sword.

Boom!

It was like a huge thunder blasted in this city, and it was like the gate of **** was suddenly broken. The scenes of all evils in the world were revealed and destroyed with the searing fire waves.

The surrounding houses were instantly razed to the ground in the huge shock wave, and the living people or dead souls in the houses disappeared in an instant.

At the very center of the fire wave, the ground was sunken several feet, and the red umbrella sank suddenly. It was unclear whether it was cold or blazing flames tumbling on the surface of the umbrella, and all the time seemed to slow down gradually.

The city was turbulent, the dams of Huangquan cracked, and rubble rolled into the river, quickly melted and collapsed.

The nearby flowers were crushed by the violent flame waves, ending their short bloom.

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The surface of the red umbrella is still not broken, but the bone sword has been torn open, the sword's edge is downward, and it is pushed forward a little bit. If Zhao Xiang'er raises his head, you can see that the tip of the sword is pointing directly at her. The center of the eyebrows.

Even if they have poured all their power into it, today's red umbrella is still being quickly consumed with spirituality. The surface of the umbrella is getting thinner and thinner, just like a piece of window paper, which must be pierced at any time.

As death is approaching, human brains seem to be spinning rapidly, and all the stacked images overlap in a short period of time, and scenes of light and shadow pass by in a staggered manner.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at the fire flowing through the umbrella surface, and involuntarily sounded the fire-like dress behind the layers of curtains.

She knows that her mother is not real most of the time. Most of the time, she accompanies herself but a shadow of nothingness.

It's not that she doesn't care about the world, but she is not in time.

Only three years ago, she was awakened by the noise outside the door when she looked far away at sunset. The three thousand bright shadows of the West in her eyes shattered like bubbles. She was very angry and opened the door to beat everyone. Suddenly, the last one with the sword seemed a bit powerful. She only smashed his scabbard, but she knew in her heart that if the person dared to entangle him, she would definitely be able to kill him.

Seeing that they didn't entangle anymore, she said in her heart: "I am watching the sunset from your Highness, why bother me?"

On that day, when she returned to the house, my mother called her to behind the curtain. At that time, her clothes were dirty because of the fight, but my mother didn't dislike her at all, so she reached out and touched her pettingly. She would always remember the feeling at that time. In the red dress with intricate patterns and flamboyant patterns, that Bai Chen's hand seemed to be the gentlest wind in the world, slowly messing up her long hair.

She raised her head and saw her mother's face—a face she couldn't remember anyhow now.

But she always remembered the stunning and shocking after she raised her head, so much so that she looked in the mirror many times afterwards, looking at her face, thinking about her beautiful mother, why she was like an ugly little duck .

The memory hurriedly passed by in a short period of time. She opened a ray of eyes, looked at the young man who was struggling with her, and asked softly in her heart: "Mother, is he the fiancé you picked for me? If it's him, why didn't he come to see me before the age of sixteen? If it wasn't him, why did he keep entangled and linger."

This thought came up, and another voice suddenly asked: "What if you choose him?"

On the red umbrella, the strong flames rose to its peak. Zhao Xianger suddenly opened her eyes, her body was pressed to the ground on one knee, her teeth were tightly clenched, and her body was trembling constantly. The men's clothing was also hunting and flying in the gusty wind. She stared at the front, the point of the sword pointed directly at her eyebrows, getting closer and closer, as if the next moment, it could penetrate the umbrella surface and pierce her head. .

The bricks and tiles on the ground have long been broken into dust. She clenched her teeth, and her voice was almost squeezed out of her teeth: "Heh...I chose it myself, do I have such a bad vision..."

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Ning Changjiu also thought of many things.

Thinking of the years of practicing in the Taoist Temple, thinking of the senior sister who admired her chestnut as soon as he entered the mountain gate, thinking of the second senior brother who is quite easy-going but the sword can level the mountain and Zhenhai, thinking of swinging the sword is a beautiful picture The third elder brothers in the picture scroll, and the fourth elder sisters who are not on the mountain from time to time and hunt demons all year round, think of a lot...

There are also painters, artisans, crazy old women in Dahe Town, Xiaodaoguan, and a black girl who fishes for a living. The little girl often sends a fish to herself, so that she can take it to the release pond of Taoism. , Accumulate merits.

The final picture stopped when he was sixteen years old. He sat by the cloud cliff all afternoon, watching the sea of ​​clouds all afternoon, and imagined his fiancee who was far away in the sky.

Senior brother told himself that the little girl is very beautiful, quite like a big sister when she was a child.

Ning Changjiu admires the elder sister very much, so this sentence didn't make his heart move, but instead made him feel that if he accepts this marriage letter, he is disrespectful to the elder sister.

So that day, he folded the marriage certificate and handed it back to the brother.

And the same sixteen-year-old, the fiancee who had only lived in his fantasy and regrets was in front of him. They held the same handle and resisted the same sword. They could see the tiredness and sweat on each other’s faces. There is a burning intent to kill and Xiu's persistence to the death.

Zhao Xianger doesn't know.

But he knew she was his fiancée.

He thinks he should like her.

Except for him waking up from a coma, he never really got along with her in peace on the night he saw her in her boudoir, even if they are separated by only one room for a month now, his daily routine is also his He was knocked down by a few punches, and then he was beaten on the ground.

Even if these are part of the plan.

They will always walk on the blade of life and death, and they are far different from the peaceful and peaceful life of the previous life.

The huge pressure on the umbrella surface pushed him to the ground along with Zhao Xianger and Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling was injured the most. After she fell to her knees, she was wobbly and almost could not hold the umbrella handle firmly.

Ning Changjiu supported her.

His power was quickly drained. He looked at Zhao Xianger, thinking that if they died here today, they should be buried together. Before dying, he must tell everything. She, even if she doesn't believe it.

The two knelt opposite each other, holding the umbrella handle tightly.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other, knowing that they were both at the end of each other.

But the sword still pierced down little by little, and the surging flame waves showed no tendency to go out at all.

They can almost be sure that even if they die, even half of the sword can't be offset.

To make matters worse, Madame White’s divinity was also burned in the Red Lotus Hellfire. Although she was still a sword, she became Madame White again.

So Fengdu's rules accommodated her.

All the people at the highest level of the entire city are gathered at the west of Huangquan at this moment. The originally slanted city is more difficult to prevent from collapsing to one side, without ten breaths, even without the sword of Mrs. White, this The city will also be overthrown.

Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu opened their eyes, and their pale gold faces finally showed a light smile.

They are waiting for this moment.

One of the original plans, the result also pointed to this moment.

Although the process was a lot more thrilling due to the sudden changes and complexity, fortunately, the ending did not deviate from what we expected.

All are part of the plan.

Ning Changjiu released his hand holding the umbrella handle, and a little bit of light appeared next to him. He stretched out his hand and drew a flying array in reverse.

He left a brand new formation on the spot before. It was originally for Zhao Xianger to come over, but the follow-up was interrupted by a sudden change.

And it was the formation he was connecting with at the moment.

Zhao Xianger screamed, and used the last strength to hold up the ancient umbrella, she raised her head, the red wave shining her brows, the sword tip was close to the center of her brows, but an inch.

In the blink of an eye, on the side of Huangquan, the light of the formation lit up, and Ning Changjiu's figure was outlined in the light.

At this moment, the sky and the earth are tilting, and everything is pouring toward the west.

Fengdu will save himself before destruction, and will try his best to find a container in the eastern city, pour all his power into him, trying to temporarily maintain balance and prevent his own destruction.

Ning Changjiu is this container.

His body has been excavated countless times by Zhao Xianger during this month, and every punch is for him to better accommodate these forces today.

He understands, his body also has a layer of shackles, which firmly locks his realm.

In the previous life, when he entered the view, the master sister knocked herself a chestnut and opened the shackles.

But in this life, he can only rely on himself.

For a month in Fengdu, all efforts are for this moment.

He wants to use the power of the entire city to knock off the shackles of his body!

The darkness between heaven and earth flooded into his body like a torrent.

He opened his eyes, looked at the fire on the other side, and looked at the dark night, his whole body seemed to be torn into countless fragments, and something familiar in his body broke through everything and roared loudly.

He also roared.

He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the sky, his eyes lit up with pure gold.

There is no moon in this world. It needs a red sun to radiate the light and tear all the darkness apart.

Now he sees the sun.

In the sea of ​​anger, the Purple Mansion finally opened up, holding out the golden rim of the shining, brilliant red sun.

That is his innate spirit, and it is also the light he shines through the long night.

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