Beyond the Divine States Chapter 123: : The intoxicating spring breeze at the end of winter

The world is like a pure black bowl, upside-down above the city.

Darkness is like a sea that cannot be crossed. The cloudy wind sweeps across the sky like ocean tides. The sin and beauty of death are like the blooming Manzhushahua on the banks of the Yellow Springs, returning to the night after the ultimate enchantment.

To the west of the city, the huge sword fire is still braving the blazing waves, and most of the surface of the red umbrella is burned away, revealing hundreds of fine umbrella stands.

Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, the sword tip had already pierced her eyebrows, blood-red water running down the corner of her forehead, passing her snow lotus-like beauty, spinning at the corner of her lips, she gently Squeeze, the color of the lips seems to be the petals of late spring.

And in the endless darkness behind Mrs. Bai, a golden light shone up.

The light starts from the north of Linhe City and falls to the south of Linhe City, and its path is like sand and water flowing through the city.

In the endless darkness, the slender golden light is even more dazzling. Its edges fluctuate, like hot molten gold, turning into a river of magma flowing across the dome.

Along the edge of that golden light, countless fine cracks began to break through the darkness and spread to the surroundings. They are light, and they are as fast as light. In a blink of an eye, the edges of the entire world are like smashed eggs. shell.

Ms. Bai's mind is almost gone at the moment, but even so, she still feels the light behind her, that light burns her back, and her indestructible bone armor is like soft and meltable snow, in the light It quickly softened and turned into liquid dripping, and then the liquid evaporated into hissing white gas in the air, and a large group of white gas poured into the sword fire, like a burning cloud in the setting sun on the horizon.

Zhao Xianger's gaze was in a trance, and she vaguely saw countless golden birds flying in the sky. Wherever they passed, all the darkness was swallowed up, but the croaking sound was annoying.

The dark tide has receded. Ning Changjiu stood on the other side of the yellow spring. Behind him, a round of round sun was red, and he was in the center of that round of round sun. The ink was scattered, his brows were heroic, and the light of the red sun was traced. On his slashed facial line, the golden light in his pupils resembled a scorching sun in his eyes. The sixteen-year-old childishness between his eyebrows was gone, more like a statue of a young man standing in the kingdom of God.

On his shoulder, there is a three-legged crow that is slender like a bamboo pole. Its golden wings vibrates with subtle electricity and fire. When the red sun is the background, it is a dark silhouette. , And Ning Changjiu occupies the center of the red sun together.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and looked up at the night in the sky. The darkness was fading, and the light from outside poured in, like a huge sword, tearing the world apart with the golden light on the night. .

Countless golden crows swept across the broken city. They were attached to Mrs. White's body, and the pressure of the red umbrella gradually disappeared amid the noisy calls.

Ms. Bai felt the broken body, she suddenly remembered the four faces with pointed mouth monkey cheeks, one plain and honest, one wide and fat, one with a fierce face, and the other with compassion.

Sixty-four years ago, she was beaten to pieces by four such apes.

Today she seems to be back sixty-four years ago.

The spent sanity returned, but she no longer had the power to resist.

Among the golden crows, Mrs. White is making the final resistance. She is born into everything, sometimes like weeds, sometimes like white horses and sometimes like mandrills, and finally turned into an elderly mother-in-law and a young girl.

It's just that no matter how she changes, the Golden Crow seems to be "in full view" at this moment, how can she get out?

Ning Chang hasn't moved for a long time, and the golden crows have already cut off all Madame Bai's clones.

At this moment, Mrs. White’s shape is pierced and does not distinguish the human form. Her bones are still burning, and the festering divinity stretches out fine cracks on her skeleton. Her hollow eyes stare at Ning Changjiu. The hoarse voice was hard to distinguish: "You will also die... My authority is cause and effect... You are infected... Sooner or later, you will meet that wild monkey and be killed by him, even if you survive by chance, the real Lord Master Ming I won't let you go..."

Her words were a little incoherent. Ning listened to it in silence for a long time, saying: "Mingjun is dead."

Mrs. Bai shook her head difficultly: "Master Ming is not dead... He has been watching everything in a corner of the world. One day, he will swallow this world with the eternal night, you... can't stop Live, no one can stop..."

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time. He knew that Mrs. Bai was really crazy, and there was no point in asking more.

The golden crow on his shoulders flapped their wings, and the shaky Madam White collapsed in a faint scream.

The sword fire passed.

Her bones fell to the ground, most of them turned into ashes, only a few of the main bones fell to the ground, still glowing brightly.

All the pressure on the umbrella surface is eliminated.

Zhao Xianger shook her body, the umbrella in her hand fell down, she raised her head, the outside light shattered the city that had been shrouded in the extreme night for the whole month, and fell on her beautiful face, her eyebrows His blood is like cinnabar.

In her gradually spreading eyes, she saw the figure of Ning Changjiu walking by. The red sun behind him was not dazzling at all, exuding a gentle light, wrapping her little by little, her nose fluttered, and she couldn't help thinking about it. After the eight years of sitting on the big banyan tree watching the sunset, the light at that time also wrapped her in this way, smearing rouge-like colors on the dirty white dress.

Her eyes are slightly watery.

Ning Changjiu walked in front of her, knelt down on one knee, and stared at her. Zhao Xianger looked at his face with clear lines and a god-like face under the red sun. Her eyelids drooped slightly, she looked at his snow-white dress, and whispered: "It's disgusting..."

The golden light in Ning Changjiu's eyes gradually dissipated, and the red sun behind him also turned black a little bit, and then disappeared.

The golden crow on his neck gently vibrated its wings, and fragments of golden light shook off on Ning Xiaoling and Zhao Xianger, covering their bodies little by little.

After the golden light in Ning Changjiu's eyes faded, there was also infinite exhaustion in his body. He leaned forward and touched Zhao Xianger's eyebrows with his fingers and wiped away the blood for her.

Zhao Xiang'er wanted to dodge, but her body couldn't get a trace of strength. She stared at Ning Changjiu, trying to say something threatening, but Ning Changjiu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she leaned forward like a forceless body. Bumped into each other, as if embracing each other.

Ning Changjiu's hand pressed her somewhat skinny Xiu back, and she really hugged her.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned, her blood-red lips trembled lightly, and she was slightly unhappy: "Let...Let me go."

She said so, but her head was lightly resting on his shoulders, and her long hair was scattered down his neck and into his clothes, like a girl's breath and itching.

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The long night is over, and the long-lost light falls on this disaster-ridden city. Many blue tiles that are still covered with snow are shining in the sun.

It is the end of winter now, and the world is still full of lingering cold air, as if the last snow is about to fall at any time.

In Ning Chang’s memory, a golden crow flew into it, so all the scrolls of his memories also had a golden crow.

In the practice of the previous life, shortly after he entered the temple, he entered the Xuan and formed the innate spiritual golden crow. He often called the golden crow to stand on his shoulders, on the lotus seat of the Taoist temple, beside the fence of the release pond, On the cliffs of the sea of ​​clouds, in the old streets of Dahe Town.

Now the time has turned back. In this world, at the age of sixteen, he has not yet produced innate spirits, so for this world, before today, his innate spirits are non-existent, so he can't remember anyhow. Start something "non-existent".

Now he finally broke through the threshold of entering the Xuan Xuan. The spiritual veins in his body that were originally like the ruins of war have become complicated and sophisticated under the warmth of the Golden Crow, glowing with a faint, silky golden light.

The Golden Crow walked out of the myth and became a real thing in this world, so the gap in his memory was naturally filled.

He remembered a lot.

The memory stretches to the depths, and in many pictures, this golden bird falls on Ning Changjiu's shoulder, like a seal inscribed in a scroll.

At the end of the picture, the master's hand reached into her own flesh and blood, and the golden crow was forcibly pulled out by her. Its size was several times larger than the current crow, but it was shining in that one. There was no resistance between the light's slender fingers, it kept hissing and struggling, and the golden light on its feathers gradually lost its luster.

And the master cut down with the branches that are shining like jade, and cut off the golden crow and the last lotus root of his body.

The wailing of the Golden Crow hovered over Dahe Town, and the torrent under the white moon swallowed all the light.

He opened his eyes trembling, three thin bamboo-like legs standing on his shoulders, and some small golden crows turned their slick eyes to look at him. The gold on the feathers was so brand new, as if The fireworks that never withered, it looked at Ning Changjiu's eyes with a little curiosity, while Ning Changjiu's eyes were full of vicissitudes.

It looks like an old friend meets suddenly, but they don't know each other.

Beside Zhao Xiang'er, the pitch-black and huge Jiuyu gathered his wings and stared curiously at the golden crow on Ning Changjiu's shoulder.

The Golden Crow was born with the instinct to tear everything dark. It shook its wings, screamed at Jiuyu twice, then squeezed its feet and rushed up with a golden glow. .

Ning Changjiu didn't have time to stop, and he saw that the light on the Golden Crow's wings was absorbed by Jiuyu. Jiuyu held his head high and slapped the big wing, hitting the still young Golden Crow back to Ning Changjiu's shoulder.

Jin Wu shook his feet faintly twice before standing still, looking at the master with some guilt.

Ning Changjiu sighed, thinking about how mighty this Innate Spirit was when it was tearing open the sky and the night, how come encountering Jiuyu is like encountering a nemesis, so unbelievable.

"Huh huh..." Zhao Xiang'er's long eyelashes trembled, her arms trembled slightly in half coma and half awake, and she grasped forward, as if to hold something.

Ning Changjiu looked at the delicate cheek that was close at hand, and couldn't help but press it lightly. The **** smell on her body gradually dissipated, and there was a lingering fragrance between her breath.

He involuntarily remembered the scene of Zhao Xianger pressing herself on the ground and beating her in the past month. He involuntarily fumbled up her Xiu's back with his hands, passing over the swan-like Xiu neck, his fingers sinking into the watery blue silk. In the middle, he found the red hair rope and untied it. The ponytails, which were **** a little high, were scattered and cascaded down on her lonely back. Ning Changjiu half embraced her and slowed her down. Lie down on the ground.

Zhao Xianger was lying on her back. The men's clothing on her was stained with blood and was a bit torn. The clothes on her upper body were tight and stretched with folds. She seemed to realize something, her eyelids kept moving. Want to open.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to take revenge on her a little bit, but looking down at her slender and trembling eyelashes and slightly warped lips, he felt a little dizzy, and his body fell softly like a cloud, biting gently. Holds her lower lip, slowly rubbing against each other.

Zhao Xianger is not sure if she is awake or dreaming. She feels like she is in a boundless wilderness. The gentle light above her head is flooding her white skirt, and the gentle wind swept over the high wilderness. The weeds blow like waves of wheat.

The dandelions in the distance were blown by the strong wind, they passed over her side, a little stuck to the sleeves, some landed on the neck, some landed on the lips, she felt a little itchy, subconsciously He pursed his lips, and squeezed the cotton-like dandelion between his lips.

She felt very relaxed, and those gusts of wind with infinite gentleness made her just want to fall asleep in the wilderness and sleep for countless days and nights.

Ning Changjiu was also a little drunk. For several days, huge exhaustion was pressing on him. The long-lost sunlight fell on him, making him unwilling to open his eyes. He instinctively held the fragrant body in his arms and gently Leaning against him, if the soft and tight touch wraps him.

And Zhao Xianger unconsciously stretched out her hand to wrap him around, her fingers stroked the white skirt, Ning Changjiu's originally tense body also relaxed, and he had swiped countless heavy punches. The hands of his body are so cool at the moment, so gentle as to melt the scars on his body.

At this moment, they are in the center of the deep pit, and Mrs. Bai’s bones are still piled up. Ning Changjiu knew that he should try his best to be sober and go to a safe place first to help Zhao Xianger and the younger sister heal their injuries, just like Like that a month ago.

But the fragrance in his arms made him reluctant to get up, and the thoughts in his mind were diluted a little bit, and his hand slipped from the girl's neck.

In a trance, he also seemed to be in a rolling mountain. He was walking in the wilderness. The slopes of the wilderness were uneven, with the beauty of ingenuity. He slid over the upward arc and walked down a little bit. After a while, there was a narrow mountain path in front of him. The arms of the mountain path were slightly concave towards the inside, like a girl's waist.

He continued forward, a hill suddenly arched in his vision. The hill seemed to have only been watered by the spring rain. The soil is so soft, as if every time he jumps, it will be gently bounced by the soft grass. some.

He just jumped and rolled many times like that, only to discover that a slender canyon was slightly split in the center of the hill, and there seemed to be a dark spring hidden in the deep gorge. He could hear the spring sound by his ears, and his footsteps followed the cracks. The edge of the valley was walking forward a little bit, and he seemed to be walking dangerously on the rock wall, about to fall into it at any time.

He crossed the deep gorge without any danger, and went further forward. It was the mountain road of Pingchuan River. The mountain road was so straight and long. He walked very lightly and lightly. He seemed to be afraid that a little bit of force would leave shallow. Footprints.

Half way through the mountain, Ning Changjiu looked up in a dream and half awake, and suddenly saw a young girl standing there watching him.

That is Zhao Xianger.

Their dreams seem to have collided together.

After a brief astonishment, they walked towards each other little by little, and gently approached, the wind slid across their cheeks with the fragrance of green grass, and the flowing clouds in the sky sank little by little, enveloping them.

The night fell quietly, and the hazy consciousness sank a little.

Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Changjiu's eyelids throbbed at the same time, and they slowly opened their eyes, and their vision soon enveloped each other close at hand.

They don't know how long it has passed, they just feel that it's very dark around them.

Is it night already?

Thinking about this, they raised their heads slightly, only to realize that the darkness around them was not quite right-it was Jiuyu who stretched out its wide wingspan to protect them.

Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows lightly, and she realized that they were half-wrapped, her back was a little itchy, and her thigh seemed to be pressed against something, she tightened her lips, exuding a faint murderous look.

Ning Changjiu felt the murderous aura, and only then woke up a little. He found that his hand was not known when she was covering her slender thighs that were springing up like bamboo shoots. He recalled the dream just now, the hills and hills in the dream. The undulating waves made him a little dazzled. He looked at the girl in front of him and found that her pale gold cheeks were now covered with a little warm color, like freshly peeled lychees, and her red lips were also It was a little moist, the lip beads on the thin lips glowed slightly, and the neatly arranged shell teeth could be seen faintly in the gap of the sandal mouth.

"You...what's the matter with us?" Zhao Xianger asked softly.

None of them knew why they would lie together, or half-cuddled and charming. In the darkness, their faces seemed to be very close, but the darkness separated by Jiuyu made them still difficult to see.

Ning Changjiu said softly: "Mrs. Bai is dead..."

Zhao Xiang'er's face was a little hot, and she said displeased: "I know, I...not asking about this."

Ning Changjiu was unable to answer her question and shook his head: "I don't know, I just passed out..."

Zhao Xianger used all her strength to take the sword of Madam Bai that day, and the spiritual power stored in the sea of ​​Qi almost evaporated. At this moment, she was aching all over, so she couldn't get any strength, but her mouth moved slightly and said: "Let go. "

Ning Changjiu’s state is better than her. Although it took a lot of effort to receive the sword together, the feedback after entering the profound restored his spirit and strength a little, but he still shook his head and said: "I No energy."

Zhao Xianger took a deep breath, tried to move her back a bit, and said: "What's the matter with that golden crow?"

Ning Changjiu whispered: "I said that this city lacks a round of sun. I always feel that I am that round of sun."

This is the most critical part of the plan. Ning Changjiu said that his innate spirit can shine through the night. Zhao Xianger believed such a mysterious statement for some reason.

So in a certain plan, it was to find ways to make Zhao Xianger and Madam Bai be on one side of the city, so that Feng both were out of balance, and then Ning Changjiu stood on the other end, so that Feng would use the original power in order to maintain balance. Instilled into his body, those powers may be enough to help him break the shackles of his body and evoke the blazing sun deep in his heart.

Because of its uncertainty, this plan was originally ranked at the bottom, but in the changing world, this has become the only point in the end, and he really took out a round of the sun and changed the long night to New day.

Zhao Xianger said softly: "You are amazing."

Ning Changjiu said: "His Royal Highness too."

Hearing his praise, Zhao Xianger was silent for a while, and said softly: "Let go... I haven't returned to the court for a month. They will definitely send someone to Linhe City to find me. They couldn't get in before, but now the gate should be It's on... don't let them see."

Ning Changjiu said: "It's okay, Jiuyu is guarding, no one can see it, not to mention that at the birthday party that day, they all know you are me..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Xianger screamed, thinking that there was nothing in them, but now Jiuyu is covering them, but there is a feeling of wanting to cover them. She struggled a little and said: "If you are Don’t let go, and when the injury is healed, I must beat you down on your knees begging for mercy."

Ning Changjiu’s Golden Crow is certainly strong, but he can't enter the profound at this moment. After their spiritual power is restored, he certainly cannot be her opponent, but now Zhao Xianger has exhausted his spiritual power and is under the protection of Jiuyu Slightly curled up, weak words mixed with slightly fierce aura, it became more and more that she was very weak at the moment.

"Miss Zhao dare to mention this at this time, she is a little ignorant of the current affairs." Ning Changjiu smiled lightly and moved closer, looking at the outline of her cheeks in the dark, and staring at her.

Zhao Xianger bit her silver teeth. She is indeed a little emboldened at the moment, but how can the arrogance in her heart allow him to lower her head? She is now dressed in menswear, with a bit of man’s hard-heartedness and pride. If you dare to talk more, I will interrupt your foot and throw it on Mrs. Bai's chair. In the future, you can buy a cage and put your golden crow in it, so you can go to Zhao Guo to tease the birds in advance."

Ning Changjiu praised: "His Royal Highness is indeed a hero of the female high school."

After a while, Zhao Xianger bit her lower lip and said angrily: "Where are your hands touching?"

The shame in her heart made Zhao Xiang'er unwilling to bear it anymore. She raised her strength and punched Ning Changjiu’s chest. Ning Changjiu snorted in pain, held her fist, and the two of them Fighting under the cover of Jiuyu, sometimes there was a crisp sound mixed with Zhao Xiang'er's annoyed hum.

"Hmm...Ning Changjiu, you, how dare you..."

"Huh..."

The two fought for a long time before they were considered concessions to each other and a temporary truce. The two lay on their stomachs and the other on their backs, exhausting the last strength of their bodies.

When Jiuyu removed its wings and the light shone on them, Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Changjiu both wanted to dig a hole in together.

Ning Xiaoling sat sideways and stared at them blankly. The girl held the golden crow in her arms. It was the golden crow that healed her injuries and made her wake up quickly. She jumped and shuttled between her fingers and arms, very intimate.

Ning Xiaoling stroked the feathers of the golden crow while thinking about the crisp sound, remembering some strange things, blushing, but a little strange, Mingming Xiang'er sister and brother Mingming are intact...

Ning Xiaoling’s gaze is nothing at all. What shames them most is that outside this big pit, there are many people gathered at some unknown time. Many of them are wearing official uniforms. Most of them are anxious to find the female emperor. People, but were blocked outside Fengdu before, have been unable to enter.

They are kneeling on the edge of the pit, bowing their heads, indicating that they have not seen or heard anything.

Zhao Xiang'er was trembling with anger, wishing to pull five high-headed horses to pull the **** boy into six petals, and Ning Changjiu was also covering his forehead, his sight was penetrating through his fingers, only to see Among the kneeling crowd, a standing figure was very abrupt. His eyes widened. He saw the robe of clothes flying in the wind and the sword garments like snow in the sun. The cold temperament seemed like a mountain top. Xue, the figure carrying the sword, walked towards herself over the crowd.

Ning Changjiu tilted his head and pretended to be in a coma.

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(Today there is only one chapter. This chapter was written very slowly. The plot is just over again!)