Beyond the Divine States Chapter 173: : Summoning Spirit

The entire sand sea is like a breeding ground for monsters. The surface of the sand keeps arching and cracking, and countless creatures emerge from it. In the form of the soul, most of them show a whiteness that is close to nothingness.

Some of them are like babies, but they drag long tails. They jumped up as soon as they appeared, opened their mouths full of small triangular teeth, and bit the neck of another creature that had just drilled out. It was broken, and its body was too small. After killing several spirit creatures in succession, it was stepped into mud by a giant elephant-like hoof, and quickly disappeared, while the creature with giant elephant's hoof grew like a lizard. After stomping to death the long-tailed baby on one foot, it swam away quickly, leaving a series of huge footprints on the fine sandy ground.

In the sea of ​​qi, the spirit of the sword screams in exclamation: "This...this is a dragon elephant...should this kind of life disappear long ago? Its shoe made of elephant feet, It is said that the emissaries of the kingdom of God are eligible to travel."

With the exclamation of the spirit of the sword scripture, more and more lives arched in the endless fine sand.

Countless monsters are also mixed with several humanoid lives. They can't see the specific faces, but they just graze at high speed, holding weapons, and using humanoids to use swords to kill on the wasteland.

There are giant corpses in shackles rushing from a distance, there are petal-like monsters growing on the ground, killing any nearby creatures, and three strange birds flying in the sky like vultures, as if wanting To avoid the chaos of war, another ape-like creature climbed up into the void, and directly twisted its three heads off like twists.

In the body, the exclamation of the spirit of the sword script sounded from time to time. It introduced these lives one by one, and the words were shocked.

"This seems to belong to the ancient Kuafu clan, but the Kuafu clan was already dead in the battle of corpse refining. I didn't expect to see it here."

"This is the black moon vulture. It likes to pierce the heart with one blow from behind. Its beak can be made into the sharpest hidden weapon."

"This...is this a trilobite scale fish? According to legend, it will give birth to a multicolored scale, and the one who swallows it can instantly bring its realm to a new level..."

"..."

If the angle of view sweeps across the entire desert, then it will be a magnificent scene where there is no owner, and the heroes are competing together.

Ning Changjiu was also caught in this melee in the brief introduction of the Spirit of the Sword Scriptures.

A giant tadpole-like life swam in at high speed, with soulful lightning on the edge. It looked very immature, but its mouthful of serrations was enough to sever the neck of a giant python.

Ning Changjiu pulled out the broken sword around his waist while taking out the hard black iron branch. These are the only two self-defense objects he has on his body now.

In the broken sword, Mr. Xueyu protested loudly: "You can relax a little bit, don't break the sword."

Ning Changjiu ignored its life and death, but poured spiritual power into the sword to make it follow the original outline of the sword.

He stepped hard, one side of his body, after avoiding the collision of the tadpole, slashed it off sharply, cutting it in half instantly, and then he used his dexterous body technique to avoid the ambush of an earth dragon, and then Going around behind it, he leaped up, threw his sword and stabs it, and nailed it to the sand. When Ning Changjiu fell, with a little sword hilt on his toe, he jumped up and swam a feathered snake over the sky. Also cut in half, then he fell back, drew the sword out of the desert, leaned forward, swept the sword, and cleared an empty field with sword energy.

"I understand!" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture shouted: "These are creatures that have died in this desert, and now they are awakened again!"

"Many of those who are qualified to die here are close relatives of gods, with **** blood flowing in their bodies..." Ning Changjiu also thought of this.

It’s no wonder that every life that appears here is so old and mysterious. Any one of them reappears in the outside world, which is enough to cause a great shock. If they were not for the dead, Ning Changjiu would not have been able to do so easily. Kill them.　　 If those lives want to continue to exist, they must kill any nearby life, but this will also consume a lot of their power. No one knows what kind of evil things still exist in this wasteland.

Ning Changjiu set up sword fields to block the approach of those creatures.

The "moon" in the sky is moving down.

This hourglass-like space does not seem to revolve around the center, but turns around the bottom, so that every time the hourglass is turned upside down, the entire space will travel a certain distance...Where is it going?

All kinds of doubts are in my heart. Because the world is constantly turning, many of Ning Changji's spells can't be used in an unstable space.

He had no choice but to constantly move and move with his body skills, cutting out a sword from time to time.

There are still souls gushing out in this desert, but they die at the same speed. The light of the souls that are dying in pieces are like beacon fires that are ignited everywhere. In the time, the weaker creatures in the entire desert were almost slaughtered clean.

"I got it!"

The Spirit of the Sword Scripture yelled again.

"Say!" Ning Changjiu said straightforwardly.

The voice of the spirit of the sword scripture was a little frightened, "I have a memory of the origin! About...well, my origin."

"Where are you from?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra proudly said: "Your humble lives as human beings have blank memories of birth and infancy, but I am different. Even after I am born, I can still remember some of the things I did when I was not born. Event, that is, the past of the birth of this scroll of sword scripture."

Ning Changjiu pierced the throat of a great ape with a sword, twisted the sword and stirred, then his body jumped up, grabbing the back of the neck of the great ape, pulling it out, and smashing it at a legion of ants that crawled in densely. group.

He shook his wrist, and once again filled the gap on the blade with his spiritual energy, and withdrew to the thinner edge of the spirit, saving his energy as much as possible.

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "Do you know how the original, most advanced sword technique was created?"

Ning Changjiu didn't bother to answer him, anyway he would go on by himself.

Sure enough, after waiting for the answer for a while, the Spirit of the Sword Scriptures said to himself: "At that time, the ancestors selected a hundred dead men with good cultivation bases, and let each of them practice a different sword scripture. Three years later, when they were thrown into the barren mountains together, only one of them could survive, and that man’s swordsmanship was the most powerful and most conducive to killing swordsmanship. This is the real swordsmanship! Not like it is now, Fancy and flashy, one generation is not as good as one generation!"

The spirit of the sword scripture paused, and proudly said: "The swordsman killed all the competitors, and every person he killed had only one wound. The swordsmanship used by that person was Heavenly Sword Scripture!"

The Spirit of the Sword Classic wanted to laugh proudly a few times to increase courage, and feared to disturb the golden crow who was still sleeping in the Purple Mansion, so he just laughed a few words, and said: "Now this fight in the desert , Should also choose the strongest...Only the strongest can live to the end!"

Ning Changjiu said: "This is Gu?"

"The same can be said." The Spirit of the Sword Classic nodded, but he always felt that this statement lacked momentum.

"In other words, someone is controlling us?" Ning Changjiu asked.

This statement is a bit scary.

The god-blood creatures full of deserts can entangle and fight endlessly, so how powerful is that person?

"Headless God?" The spirit of the sword script frowned.

Ning Changjiu was unsure.

According to Mrs. White, the headless **** has long since died, and she is a creature derived from a part of the gods.

But if it is not a headless god, who can create such a realm that contains the law of time? The moon is constantly descending and expanding in the field of vision.

The fighting in the desert is even more tragic, and the whole world will fall into another space soon.

"Uncle Ning, Uncle Ning, that bird seems to be the Red Feather Falcon too. They are all close relatives of the Huofeng clan. He meets relatives in his hometown, and the uncle should stay under his..." Hong Yujun's twittering did not stop, Ning Changjiu He stretched out his hand, grabbed the swooping bird's neck, squeezed it hard, and pierced it directly with the sword, breaking his stomach.

Mr. Xueyu thought to himself that this was definitely killing a chicken, and he immediately stopped in anguish.

The spirits that killed nearby lives all ran towards the "moon", as if they wanted to be the first to rush over when the moon came to the horizon, like a carp leaping over a dragon gate.

This is the instinct of life here, and in a sense it is also the embodiment of the law.

Ning Chang did not hesitate for a long time, and followed the pace of those souls, chasing the empty moon.

Next, Ning Changjiu stopped.

He saw a giant python-like body arched high in the darkness.

The black python turned his head and looked in his direction.

"Jiuying..." Ning Changjiu recognized its identity in an instant.

It actually reappeared in front of him in this desert as a dead spirit.

In the dark, such a huge shadow always makes people look awkward, and the sword script in the body also took a breath and cursed: "The soul of the baby is not scattered."

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On the canopy-like algae, the colorful paintings and reliefs are gorgeous and exquisite, and the layered buckets are precisely extended outwards. The colorful scrolls are illuminated by the lights and covered with a layer of shining luster. Deep and beautiful.

Mojingxia is a classical palace.

The furnishings of the palace are not luxurious, and the center is still empty. Many stone tablets with inscriptions have been erected at an untimely time, with various beasts hanging on the tablets.

But compared with the desolation of the entire city, this elegant and solemn temple is particularly eye-catching, like a pearl left by the gods.

A group of people came outside the palace.

In the crowd, two men and women stand in two rows. The man wears pure black clothes and the woman wears pure white skirts. Among them, a girl in a white dress and black dress walks into the hall along the crowd.

The girl’s upbringing looks very good. She is only sixteen or seventeen. At the moment, her head is slightly lowered, her eyebrows are quiet and noble, her steps are not hurried, she has come to a stone gate in the middle of the hall, and then she Kneeled down on the futon in front of the door, folded his hands together.

A man with a blue-and-white face walked out of it and recited a scripture.

Then everyone prayed for the girl together.

Today is the big day in Duanjiecheng.

When every royal girl reaches adulthood, she must summon a powerful creature from Time Yuan to resist the invading mutant demons outside the city together.

The agreed age of majority is seventeen.

The girl folded her hands together, her beautiful face looked calm and confident.

Everyone has high hopes for her.

But in the girl's heart, there is another stormy sea.

"Help..."

"Well, my mother let me pretend for so many years, I can't do it anymore..."

"Where do I have any royal blood, this god, if you drain my blood, I can't call it out..."

"Ouuuu, they have been kidnapped for so many years. After being exposed today, my mother and I will definitely be hanged together..."

"Obviously there are so many people who adore me... who can save me..."

"Why don't you show the spirit father? Your daughter kowtows to you!"