Beyond the Divine States Chapter 165: : Snow on the tablet

The temple is not very bright, the smooth floor tiles are like dark water, dripping with dark silver light, bone-carved sword barrels, sandalwood lacquerware, raccoon-like hardwood grain roads, everything seems to be at this moment The scene falls on solemn money.

Lu Jiajia knelt down on the ground, and the scattered snow-white skirts were like lotus petals scattered on the surface of the water, faintly embroidered with fragrance.

The young man in white looked back at her, the light behind his cheek shimmering faintly through the outline of his cheek.

"Marry." The boy called her name.

Lu Jiajia slowly raised her head and straightened her upper body a little bit. Bai Chang's ironed body resembled the buds of a water lily in the night.

She is still on her knees, her slender waist outlined with a dark belt, and her loose skirt can no longer hide her proud curve.

The sun fell down the valley.

The background of the world changed from white to red, and finally turned into darkness, and all the pictures seemed to be frozen here.

"Master." Lu Jia married closed her eyes, her red lips glowing like sunset, like a bomb that can be broken.

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"Apprentice! Do you have a place to live?" Ning Changjiu saw a little boy under the mountain with a cocoon on his back.

Ding Leshi stared at the young man who fell from the sky, and said in shock: "Master...Master?"

Ning Changjiu hummed.

Ding Leshi cried and said, "Master, it's been more than two months, you didn't come to see me, I thought you forgot me."

"..." Ning Chang was silent for a while, and said: "Apprentice, Master will not forget you. In ten months, you will have an appointment with...well, Zhao Xianger's apprentice. Train well and don’t lose the face of your master."

"Yan Shi." Ding Leshi reminded in a low voice.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Yes, apprentice, you must not lose."

Ding Leshi nodded vigorously: "I have worked very hard recently."

"Well, that's very good." Ning Changjiu patted his head, thinking that it was really black when it was close to the ink. He and Lu Yuanbai didn't have to say a few more words, and they seemed to have a little bit of their voice. Up.

The little boy glanced at the cocoon clothes on Ning Changjiu's back, and was shocked by the big sister's face in the cocoon clothes. He only felt that the oiran sister of Linhe City was like a village girl in comparison with her.

Ding Leshi was very surprised, and said: "Master, this matter, um...sister-in-law...Isn't it right, do you know?"

"Where do you have so many questions?" Ning Chang was stunned for a while, and then became a little angry, thinking that his disciples' eyes were different from Lu Jiajia's, and he sighed: "Where do you live now? ? I want to hide."

Ding Leshi had heard the call from the lord before. He only felt that the master was worthy of being a master, and his ability to cause troubles was really top-notch!

"Master! I'll take you away!" Ding Leshi patted his chest and said: "We are crowded, I know a hidden place!"

Ning Changjiu nodded appreciatively.

While leading the way, Ding Leshi said: "Master, here is the Lingguo Garden, which is guarded by people on weekdays, but today there is a bit of chaos in the peak, so I am afraid that the mountain will collapse, so the closer you get to the mountain. There are fewer, there are rows of stone houses in the garden, and there is no one in them now."

Ning Changjiu nodded, and walked towards the other side.

At this moment, there are people guarding the peach curtains on all sides. It is difficult for him to escape to the outside of the peak. Fortunately, the peak master of the Three Peaks is still loyal. No one will chase him. He thinks that he only needs to not come to a purple court. Master, it might not be difficult to delay another hour.

"Master." Ding Leshi suddenly called him.

"What's wrong with my apprentice?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Master, don't you remember my name?" Ding Leshi said suddenly.

"..." Ning Chang was silent for a while.

Ding Leshi sighed childishly and said: "Master, my name is Ding Leshi. The benevolent is Leshan, and the wise man enjoys the water."

Ning Changjiu nodded earnestly: "It's hard to remember, but I remember it now."

Ding Leshi laughed happily. Children's happiness is always simpler.

In the Lingguo yard, the fragrance is full of fragrant, but after a great battle, the original tired branches were mostly empty, and most of the pale blue Lingguo smashed into the ground, stained with dirt.

Behind the Lingguo circle is a row of houses lined with stones, which is a place for the guards on duty to rest in the orchard.

Ning Changjiu came to the door of the stone house on his back.

A man in grey stood at the door of the house.

The man in gray looked like he was getting older, his back was slightly hunched, and his face under the hood of the gray robe looked like a spiritual fruit slowly rotting in the mud.

He raised his head, his eyes met Ning Changjiu.

Ding Leshi was taken aback and immediately said: "Master! He...I don't know him."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

Gui Yi said: "You are Ning Changjiu?"

Ning Changjiu sighed: "I'm stabbing the nest of the elders of Yu Jian Tianzong? Why are you old people unable to get along with me as an ordinary disciple?"

Grey-clothed humanity said: "Hand over the Heavenly Sword and Sword Sutra, I can spare you."

Ning Changjiu said: "The realm of the seniors is unpredictable, I am not an opponent."

Although the man in gray has not taken action for many years, his realm is high, and the vague coercion is already extremely strong. Even a few simple actions can blow away the opponent's killing intent and fighting spirit like the wind.

"Then are you willing to hand over the sword scripture? Or... just want to delay the time?" The man in gray glanced at his back: "I know this woman, the peak master of Tianku Peak, I didn't expect this You’re about to break into the Purple Garden Realm at your age. It’s truly unprecedented, but after all, you’re young. Even if you really enter the Purple Garden Realm, you can’t change anything."

Ning Changjiu said: "What did Real Man Hanchi promise you?"

The man in gray took a look at him, but did not hide it, and said directly: "Mr. Hanchi said that if you capture you, he is willing to participate in the sword scripture with me."

Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "I can satisfy you with such a simple request. Why should I believe that old saying?"

The man in gray also smiled: "Young people really know how to judge the situation. Come, show your sincerity, and let me see the only inheritance of the legendary suzerain."

Ning Changjiu tightened the clothes that wrapped around Lulu's wedding dress.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds were rolling in from a distance, and there were electrical creaks in the clouds, implying the roar of thunder.

Grey-clothed humanity agreed.

The second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra only has eighteen moves, and these eighteen moves are not true sword moves. What they actually point to is a model of sword and spirit, and after all sword moves are learned , Even the most common sword-stabbing technique, as long as the heart tactics of the Heavenly Sword Scriptures are used, it can achieve the effect of sealing the throat with one blow.

The cultivator must avoid the sword, the premise is that his senses or spiritual consciousness can feel the danger, and can see the trajectory of the opponent's move, but this sword can capture all the murderous aura and escape all the perception. .

It is like an oncoming transparent cloud, no one will think it is dangerous.

When Ning Changjiu was playing the first sword, the man in gray felt that this was a real sword trick.

Behind Ding Leshi watched Ning Changjiu's movements, he was also stunned. The moment his eyes were staring at Jian Feng, his sight seemed to be stuck, moving along with Ning Changjiu's movements. Suddenly, I was in a daze.

The ten breaths did not last long. Ning Changjiu had already completed the six formulas of the sword scripture, but he reversed the order.

The gray-robed man is also immersed in this murderous but indelible swordsmanship.

In fact, in the realm of monasticism, swordsmanship and swordsmanship are usually regarded as the last way. The only realm that is truly powerful is the realm, and the realm can break through ten thousand magic under the pressure of the realm.

But today Ning Changjiu's sword subverted his perception a little bit.

Ning Changjiu stopped his movements.

The gray-robed man returned to his senses slightly and said: "Continue."

Ning Changjiu said: "The cultivation base of the predecessors, these tricks, are enough for you to kill the suzerain. After killing him, I will tell you the remaining sword tricks and the methods of luck."

The gray-robed man took a deep look at him and said coldly: "Continue."

Ning Changjiu did not disobey, and continued to use his sword.

Tianyu Sword Sutra came to the fourteenth style.

The action of this trick is like a person stepping on a horse, holding a sword flat, and leaning back, doing a comical performance.

Ding Leshi wanted to laugh a little, but the corners of his mouth turned up, and his smile solidified on his face.

Ning Changjiu's sword fluttered forward, not knowing how it broke through the gap of distance in an instant, and came to the gray-robed man.

The old man’s gray robe did not tremble at all, nor did the sword aura of the sword overflow a bit. The cutting edge was so smooth, as if everything swept by the edge would be cut in half like tofu. .

But the realm of the two is too different.

After the extremely short dullness, the old man withdrew his gaze from the blade. He raised his sleeves, **** sticking out of his sleeves, and steadily reaching for the cut sword.

The surrounding wind rolled up the broken yellow leaves.

The dark clouds are lowered, and it seems that heavy rain will fall.

Ding Leshi didn't even understand what happened. He only felt his eyes flickered, and then the master's figure floated over like a dead leaf.

Ning Changjiu's previous blow stopped in the gray-robed old man's throat.

The old man's fingers are like rocks, and the sword seems to be stuck in the rocks.

At the moment when the killing intent followed the sword's edge, he immediately let go of his hand and retreated. After the other's fingers cut off the sword's tip, it also looked like a sycamore leaf, dancing and blowing on his own. Before the chest.

The relative motionlessness of the two of them in the air only remained for a moment.

The palm was finally pressed lightly on Ning Changjiu's chest.

The palm of his hand touched his chest. After a moment of calm, Ning Changjiu was knocked out like a sandbag. At the same time, the surrounding leaves were all broken and crushed into dust-like dust.

Ning Changjiu's chest was sunken by that palm, and the huge force rushed into the internal organs, shattering the spiritual energy of the bodyguard, and hitting him with blood and blood. The ground hit the ground, a sweet throat, blood spurted out, and the blood also solidified in the air.

The surrounding air solidified like ice.

The old man in the gray robe said: "Since you are not sincere, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him.

Across the center of the circle, a white flying sword was transformed into one after another. Those flying swords turned like a sundial, and then filed out and nailed to Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's body was trembling with pain. He turned his fingers with difficulty, trying to pinch the water and moon in the mirror, but when his fingers trembled, the flying swords slammed into him like a white bird facing a phoenix.

"Master!" Ding Leshi exclaimed, trying to get closer, but was blown back by the violent air current.

The realm was too different, and he was facing the enemy head-on. Ning Changjiu's only chance of winning was wiped out. The injuries that had been accumulated in his body burst out at the moment when Feijian fell on his chest.

Sword Qi hit his chest, he just felt that his body was about to be torn apart, he was like a kite with a broken line, pulled out by the gust of wind, the broken sword in his hand, let alone stimulate the sword Qi, even It is extremely difficult to swing.

"So weak, dare to steal the sword scriptures?" The gray-robed old man flicked his sleeves, held one hand behind, and stood in front of him with the other, like the handprints of a Buddhist disciple before he drew the scriptures to retreat from evil spirits.

The gray-robed old man has lived for many years, but he rarely travels out of Huanbaoshan, and few people even know his existence.

In a sense, he is the first person under Tianzong's sovereign.

At this moment, he only had two moves, so he could fight Ning Changjiu with no power to parry.

"You still have a chance to hand over the remaining sword moves." The gray-robed old man said: "The weak don't need and don't deserve to carry Bi. You are a wise man, you should understand."

The clothes on Ning Changjiu's chest were shattered, but the clothes that were worn by Lu Jiajia's cocoon clothes were torn, and Lu Jiajia fell on the ground, looking quiet, incompatible with the frantic surroundings.

The dark clouds gathered in the sky are getting denser and denser, like thick gray slurry water, and under the slurry water, there are liquid-like thunder and lightning, they will be raging like a thousand horses at the moment when the dark clouds burst the embankment. Come.

Ning Changjiu knew that if he really used the 18-stroke sword scripture, there would really be no way to survive.

Although Huaibi is dangerous, at least it can make the opponent throw a rat avoidance device.

Ning Changjiu stood up with difficulty, and raised the broken sword sideways.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes are getting colder and colder.

"Since I don't hand it in, I will take it myself." The old man's five fingers stretched like a hook.

The sword stand formed by Ning Changjiu has almost no resistance. The old man's figure looms in an instant and wants to slap his head.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, not avoiding it.

His pupils turned golden.

The gold illuminates the face under the old man's hood clearly.

He could clearly see that in the pupils of this boy, the pupils were gone, and all the whites of his eyes were also made up of countless strands of golden threads. Those golden threads looked like blood and looked down. On the land, his eyes are as deep as a golden kingdom hidden.

The gray-clothed old man lost his senses for a moment.

Ning Changjiu's broken sword stabbed in front of the two men's chest.

A piece of gray clothes was picked off, and the clothes were bloody. This injury couldn't even be exchanged for a grunt of the old man in gray.

He just frowned, and then determined that the pair of golden pupils that seemed to be bluffing were nothing more than bluffs.

He dropped his fingers and grabbed Ning Changjiu's neck.

In the next instant, the old man's eyes went dark, and blood was left from his pupils.

The dark surroundings suddenly became much clearer.

Just before the old man went blind, he vaguely saw a golden crow flying out of the eyes where he and Ning Changjiu were looking at each other, turning into a golden arrow, piercing into his pupils, and then, The tearing pain exploded his pupils, his eye sockets suddenly turned into two blood holes, and even his hood was blown over backwards, exposing the top of his bald head.

This is the heaviest thing the old man has ever suffered in his life. He stretched out his hand, trying to catch the golden innate spirit, but his fingers ran through the golden light, but he felt empty.

Xiantianling can escape, but Ning Changjiu can't move.

He roared in pain, his divine consciousness unfolded, and even if his eyes were blind, everything around him was still clearly reflected in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Changjiu's retreating figure was quickly approached.

The dry hands pinched his neck.

Ning Changjiu's neck tightened instantly, and every blood vessel was as hard as steel.

Ning Changjiu lifted his feet off the ground and was lifted by the gray-clothed old man.

His body is no longer able to use his strength, and no way can be used. Only the survival instinct allows him to pour all his strength into his neck and resist it hard.

The golden light in his pupils gradually extinguished. In the dark pupils, there was the devilish face of the gray-clothed old man. He grabbed the old man's arm, but couldn't break free. The hand holding the broken sword was raised with difficulty. He started to thrust it into the old man's neck, but the other person's skin looked like the hard scales of a python, which couldn't be pierced at all. The corner of the old man's mouth evoked a grinning smile. He stretched out his hand and slapped it directly down the sword in his hand.

Kang Dang!

Thunder roared in the sky.

Thunder covered the sound of the sword landing.

No! The sword never landed!

Then, an earth-shattering alarm erupted from his divine consciousness!

Ning Changjiu felt that this scene seemed familiar, but his consciousness was chaotic and hard to recall.

The old man's hand loosened.

He squeezed the hand of Ning Changjiu's neck and broke his wrist.

The cold wind is bleak.

Lu Jiao grabbed the broken sword that was about to land.

Her white clothes are a bit thin, her brows are a bit cold, and the dancing blue silk is more violent than the thunderclouds in the sky!

At this moment, she is not a fairy who has been banished for nine days, but a glamorous female officer who walks in the underworld.

"Lu married?" The gray-clothed old man's words were crushed by thunder.

The moment when Lu Jia married the Heart Slashing Demon Tribulation, the thunder Tribulation had arrived.

The dust and fallen leaves on the ground, the mist and electricity in mid-air, the dark clouds and thunder in the sky, everything you can see, at the moment Lu Jiajia emerges from the cocoon, it is covered with frost and snow. The sword aura like that, as if the whole world is the sword domain she set up casually, and all the life flows between the heaven and the earth are all the sword moves that she drops between her hands and feet.

The gray-clothed old man felt like an enemy in the world in an instant.

Lu Jiajia's side, the slender sword energy swept across like an arc, brushing up countless pieces of grass and dead leaves, she wrapped her boundless sword energy and slashed towards the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man couldn't understand that, no matter how talented, Lu Jiamarry was just a cultivator who had just broken his life and entered the purple court, how could he have such a sword power like the sky and the earth.

The gray-robed old man is full of anger.

In the past few years, he retreats in the Sect Master Hall and has accumulated countless spiritual powers, and he has almost read the Nanzhou’s deepest heart law books in the Sect Master Hall. At this moment, his body is like It's overturning the river and overturning the sea, and overturning all the things I have learned in my life

Among them are the sword technique of Tianzong, the formation technique of Daomen, the secret technique of Xuanzong's celestial phenomena, and the King Kong of Huangmen is not bad.

Thousands of ways are similar to the hundreds of high seats arched in the sea, which set off the majestic figure of the old man in gray.

In his realm, if he didn't want to capture this boy alive, why would he be attacked and blinded by the opponent?

Lu Jiajia's indomitable sword force was also blocked from this vast sea of ​​Taoism.

She glanced at Ning Changjiu, who was lying on the ground, and then stared at the old man in gray.

In her eyes, there are no countless phenomena like a majestic city.

She just looked at the old man silently, pretentious.

She held the broken sword and pushed forward slowly.

Then everything swept over.

Her three thousand green silks were shining sharply by the sword gas at this moment, like a beauty with white hair in a blink of an eye.

Sword Sect, Dao Sect, Xuan Zong, Barren Sect, among the big pillars that built Xiongcheng, a sword aura whizzed past like the sand and water in Linhe City, and then the river flooded, every ray of sword aura seemed to have He weighed tens of thousands of catties, and in a very short period of time, the gray-clothed old man was unable to support his majestic cultivation base, and most of it was evaporated.

Lu Jiajia's sword broke the ten thousand magic, and sent the broken sword into the opponent's chest.

In the sky, the thunder catastrophe has already taken place, and the dark clouds have turned into plasma, and even become an insurmountable thunder pool.

The power of this thunder pond is almost unheard of in the entire Tianzong history, even if it is just a ray of electric light overflowing, it carries an aura of destruction.

Lu Jiajia raised his head and opened his sword eyes, like a holy fire that never goes out.

She held the hilt in one hand and the old man's shoulder in the other. At the moment when the sky thunder fell like a pillar, she suddenly rose from the ground, like a white rainbow going through the sky.

Hong Guang collided with Lei Guang.

The sky and the earth are as bright as day, the four peaks are all immersed in the endless thunder, and the broken mountain protection array is thrown to pieces.

Lu Jiajia grasped the body of the gray-clothed old man, against the thunder, and went up against the sky, actually pressing the unbelievably powerful Jie Lei back a little bit.

The deafening roar sounded soon after.

In the sky, numerous snow-white cracks appeared in the center of the thunder pond.

The white rainbow pierced through the thunder pond, soared to the sky, then turned into a sword of countless immortals, and cut it down again.

The rumbling sound kept ringing, and the whole sky seemed to be collapsing.

The thunder pond shattered, and countless blue-purple spherical thunder thunders flew out and attacked the robbers.

Lu Jia Jiaqing screamed, turning all these robberies into fire for tempering the sword's edge.

On her sword, the gray suit had already been annihilated by thunder and fire, and it was nowhere to be seen.

The thunder in the sky gradually became dumb.

Lu Jiajia's wrist shook, and the sword flicked to the thunder and lightning. The broken sword of the ordinary grade, after quenching the sky thunder, carried the brilliance of the immortal sword.

A massive thunder catastrophe was just assaulted by her abruptly.

She stood in the air without dying the white clothes for a while, confirming that the thunder robbery had passed, she immediately swooped down like a snow kite, dragging a continuous afterimage to Ning Changjiu's body.

She lifted up Ning Changjiu, who was wounded all over, grabbed all her sword intent, and immediately protected his most critical acupuncture point with spiritual power.

Ning Changjiu clutched his throat and coughed constantly. He seemed to be cold, holding his arms, shaking constantly.

Lu Jiajia wanted to put his clothes on, but found that she only had one piece left. She hesitated for a moment and directly embraced his body. Using her body as a sword, she ignited a gentle sword fire to disperse it. The chill on Ning Changjiu's body.

Ning Changjiu calmed down. He leaned against her chest, as if buried in a cotton field. He said, "Thank you..."

Lu Jiajia whispered: "Sorry, I'm late."

Ning Changjiu relieved his breath and asked, "What did the Mind Demon Tribulation see? Is it going well?"

Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, then let go of him, and said: "It's nothing more than the usual troubles of asking the heart."

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Which battle with Laohu?"

Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "What else? What else?"

Ning Changjiu hummed, and said: "Han Chi is going against the law. He wants to grab all the luck of the Tianzong, and then force Jiuying...Be careful."

Lu Jia married: "Don't think about this, I will take you to heal your wounds."

Ning Changjiu pointed his finger to the back and said: "That...my apprentice..."

Lu Jiajia took a look. The young man named Ding Leshi was originally a mortal. He had fainted on the ground under the might of the sky. Lu Jiajia threw out the broken sword and supported him. Send him to the direction of the sword hall.

I don’t know if I remembered something, when Lu Jiama put her hands on his back, she suddenly said: "Called Master."

"What?" Ning didn't respond for a long time.

Lu Jiajia said in a cold voice: "I will let you call my master."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "What's wrong with you?"

"If you don't call Master, I won't heal you."

"Isn't it talking about the inter-generational relationship... I can't stand by and watch me die if I don't call you?"

"Why are you so nonsense?"

"What did you see in the Tribulation of the Heart Demon?"

"Shut up! If you let you call, you will shout!"

"Master...Master?"

It is natural to shout on weekdays, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu seems to be forced by the neck of a knife holder. The shouting is a bit blunt and unnatural, but Lu Jiajia’s expression is much more relaxed, and she feels Ning Healed for a long time, while saying: "Say a few more words."

"..." Ning Changjiu felt that today's Lu's marriage was very wrong, but forced by the other's majesty, he still said: "Master, Master...Master? Is it all right..."

Lu Jia's marriage with Er frowned slightly, and she seemed to be dissatisfied. She recalled the scene just now, and said: "Is your leg okay? Did you hurt your knee?"

Ning Changjiu thought she was caring about herself, and her heart warmed, saying: "It's okay, thank you Master Guan..."

"Well, well, kneel down." Lu Jiajia interrupted him and gave orders.

"???" Ning Changjiu was completely stunned, wondering if this girl's head was stupid by lightning?

He resisted: "What the **** do you want to do!"

Lu Jia married the angry little girl who seems to have to eat candied haws, and said: "If you don't kneel, you can just wait with the ruler."

Ning Changjiu said: "Lu married to marry! If you do something like this, sooner or later I will..."

His words were interrupted.

Lu Jiajia turned his head together with him, looked in the direction of the Sect Master Hall, and said nothing.

She could feel that there was a spirit of the demon **** rushing to the sky, even if the sword body is now great, and the broken world is like a purple court, she has no confidence in the spirit of the demon **** that can be completely overcome.

The four peaks, mountains and rivers have broken veins, the surrounding waterfalls and mountains have emerged, and the nine heads of Jiuying on the top of the mountain are like dancing thunders.

"Master..." Ning Changjiu whispered softly, wanting to ask something.

Lu Jiajia has stood up and stood in front of him. Qingmei's back is like a sword monument covered with snow.