Beyond the Divine States Chapter 174: : Dead branches
The moon sank toward the edge of the world.
In Ning Changjiu's field of vision, the souls were all retreating at a high speed, and their pupils were suddenly occupied by Jiu Ying's elevated body.
Its body was glowing with a faint white light, and a tumor-like shadow stood on its head. When Jiuying appeared, many spirits around him also retreated, and Jiuying seemed to follow a certain destiny. In the direction of hatred, he looked directly at Ning Changjiu.
This kind of hatred has not disappeared even after the years have corroded the bones.
Ning Changjiu was still some distance away from Jiuying. He did not choose to confront it, but avoided the other side.
As the figure flickered, he cut off a few entangled white shadows with a finger sword. An oval soul spread its bat-like wings when it passed by, and Ning Changjiu cut it away with a sword. But he was still scratched by the bat wing.
"This is a soul bat, a spy bat used to spread letters in the Middle-earth dynasty. It hangs in the middle of the algae well, like a flat mural." The spirit of the sword script began to show its erudition.
Ning Changjiu thought that more reading is really useful. After reading with Yan Zhou for decades, the fool has also become academic.
The spirit of the sword scripture is still excited: "It's over, why are they all rushing over to you... It's not because of your blood, I heard that there is a kind of human-eating fish in the deep sea that can smell. To the blood hundreds of miles away, they wouldn’t be so bloodthirsty too..."
Ning Changjiu also noticed. At the moment when he bleeds, the rest of the spirits, as if smelling something most desired, swam over frantically.
He immediately pressed his arm to stop the blood temporarily, and then swiped the blood that had previously overflowed and snapped it on the blade. The blade vibrated and shot the blood drop like an arrow, pointing directly at the location of Jiuying. .
click.
Blood beads splashed and shattered on Jiu Ying's body.
And when the blood bead flew in the air, it also left a long blood line. Along the blood line, many spirits crawled over it greedily, and Ning Changjiu immediately brushed off the rest of his arm. The bloodstain of the man flees towards the outer edge.
After being splashed with blood, Jiu Ying couldn't help sticking out its tongue and licking on its chest and abdomen, as if tasting the most delicious rain in the world.
And many little monsters also gathered along the trail of blood, crawling up to Jiuying's body like ants.
Jiuying shook the giant and dropped the monsters attached to his body, but most of them clung to it with sharp teeth and claws. Jiuying roared and began to roll on the ground, soft sand. The sound of hissing sounded from time to time, and in the strands of white aura, those souls were crushed and broken, and the overflowing white souls became nourishment for other souls.
Ning Changjiu kept showing up.
He looked around vigilantly while running wildly, and in the distance, there were still several huge souls oppressing here.
Ning Changjiu ran away from them, and then walked along the edge to the location where the moon had fallen.
The light in the moon is constantly changing in the interweaving of light and dark.
There are also some souls, which seem to have given birth to intellect. They also cleverly avoid fighting. Some bury themselves in the sand, and some rely on their innate agility to keep moving at a high speed, preventing other souls from moving. Capture it, and the most central and fiercest one will always be the lives that look very hideous and powerful.
"Is that... the monster of the Ancestral Dragon?" The spirit of the sword said in a daze: "How can such an old antique appear here?"
Ning Changjiu no matter what he sees now, he doesn’t feel strange anymore. He runs and drops his sword, accumulates his sword intent by killing those well-behaved spirits, and almost every dozens of steps, Ning Changjiu sword The killing intent on the one point is heavy.
Ning Changjiu looked at the sword's edge illuminated by his aura, and his heart became calmer again.
Because the spirits did not approach because of the light of their swords, it shows that they are running towards the moon not because of the light, but the law.
The entire desert is pouring slowly toward the direction of the moon, like a pious apostle, bowing down to welcome the arrival of faith.
A loud noise like the floor of a long whip exploded.
The Jiuying, who was entangled by many souls, burst out of the fierceness in its bones. It roared wildly, crushing or dispelling those souls according to the law of space, and then directed towards the five-clawed ancestral dragon. The monster slammed into it, and on the other side, a towering ancient tree emerged from the sand. It was against the deep and huge canopy. The densely entangled roots are its wriggling feet, but the giant tree is not good at moving. Looking far away, just like a mast moving slowly on the surface of the sea.
"What's that?" Ning Changjiu took the initiative to ask. He knew that all creatures in the world can become spirits, but the spirits that have been nurtured for thousands of years are only tree spirits. How can they run around holding the body like this?
The spirit of the sword script hissed for a while, sighed the magic of the opponent's fortune, and then admitted his ignorance.
On the contrary, Mr. Blood Feather yelled: "That won't be the legendary fire-swallowing phoenix tree... According to the legend, there are only three such trees in the entire world, and the divine birds of the Suzaku Kingdom are at the end of their lives. Will choose to die on this giant tree, and the spirit of the divine bird will be condensed into something like a heart of flame. Anyone who swallows such a divine fruit can be given divine status and step into the five realms in one step!"
Step into the Five Paths in one step...
Such a statement is too exaggerated. Ning Changjiu doesn't believe it. It's just that such a sacred tree, which grows naturally, still exists in this boundless desert?
The giant tree advanced before, Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, tied the broken sword with spiritual power, connected it into a chain of swords, and pierced towards the tree at that moment.
Ding!
The broken sword pierced the bark of the tree, as if it hit the steel, it was immediately bounced away, and the spirit of the giant wood was unconscious and moved on.
"What to do, no one here can beat it to death..." Mr. Xueyu said worriedly when he saw this.
Ning Changjiu frowned and thought, then ran towards the giant tree.
On the other side, Jiuying has hanged the fierce beast of Ancestral Dragon blood forcibly. It sensed something, and then suddenly twisted its head and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.
Soul light is like dust and fog.
Nine Infant roars to the soul, its blood basin Dakouning has been seen for a long time, and at this moment, it is pressed by its giant shadow in front of him again, and it is still creepy.
Ning Changjiu didn’t face it hard. After simply cutting out a few sword qi, he leaned low and swept across the sand. The distance between him and Jiuying was always close and far, and he saw the direction of the ancient tree. Rushing, Ning Changjiu's figure came to a halt as he approached the giant tree. He pierced his palm with his fingers and splashed his blood on the giant tree.
Blood is the most tempting thing.
Although only a few drops of blood were splashed on the torso of the towering ancient tree, the huge black shadow of the ancient tree also stagnated. Its eyes did not know where it grew, but at that moment, Ning Changjiu knew that he was being stared at. On it, Daoxin's alarm buzzed.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
The sounds of three breaking winds sounded almost simultaneously.
The thick trunk bursts out of the tree in an instant. It looks like a straight sword, but like a vine, it extends infinitely into the distance.
Ning Changjiu's expression condensed, he ignored the Jiu Ying, and instead ran away on the sand with all his strength.
On the soft and delicate sand, because his footsteps were too fast, he didn't even leave any footprints.
Ning Changjiu ran while holding his palm, using spiritual power to speed up the healing of the wound and wipe away the blood. But he underestimated this ancient tree that was harmless to humans and animals. The vine-like branches instantly chased behind him, and the bloodfeather monarch screamed, instinctively got out of the sword, sprayed fire, and then immediately retracted.
The flames of the Blood Feather Lord are of the same origin as that of the Red Tailed Lord. The fireworks they take are from the real earth vein lava, which can be sprayed on the branches of the ancient trees, but they are all absorbed and turned into more violent ones. The fire hit Ning Changjiu's back.
"How could this be..." Monarch Blood Feather screamed strangely.
The spirit of the sword scripture in the body yelled: "People inherit the sacred fire of the Suzaku god, so don't put out your little match to be embarrassing!
Ning Changjiu pinched the true secret of Shuiyue in the mirror. The figure froze for a few moments, trying to avoid chasing, but the giant tree was reluctant, whether it was phantom or real, it was endlessly entangled.
Mr Xueyu cursed: "It's really flooding the Dragon King Temple. I think Zhao Xianger has a close relationship with the Suzaku Kingdom of God. This may be the future Suzaku Kingdom of God! This dog tree is so unbelievable! Long eyes, no wonder you will die here!"
"Zhao Xianger? Who is she?" The Spirit of the Jianjing asked aloud: "Is it possible that our peak master Lu married beautifully?"
Mr Xueyu laughed and said: "You are a short-sighted and shattered sword book. The Lu married in your mouth was beaten and embarrassed when he was married in the imperial city. Even I can fight with her. How can you compare to your Majesty’s graceful appearance? I was raised by His Highness, and I know the strength of His Highness the best! Lu Jiao can’t compete."
The Spirit of the Sword Classic sneered: "Our peak master is no longer what it used to be. Even if I saw her sword body, I felt incredible. If it weren't for being deceived by this young man, I would rather her be my master, you The highness in your mouth is probably a yellow-haired girl. If you meet our peak master again, you will definitely be beaten on the ground!"
Mr. Xueyu said unconvincedly: "Oh, the mouse is short-sighted! Do you know the origin of your highness's mother? If someone tells me that she is the **** of the kingdom of Suzaku or the lord of the gods, I will not question it! "
The spirit of the sword script contemptuously said: "A woman is expensive by her mother? Even if Ning Changjiu wants to marry, she will marry that little girl, not her mother. How about her motherhood being noble? Our peak master depends on it. Self-improvement!"
Mr Xueyu took out his assassin: "Do you know that our Highness is the fiancée of Uncle Ning!"
The spirit of Jianjing was startled. It remembered the life and death entanglement between Ning Changjiu and Lu married in the wasteland. Knowing that emotions can't be faked, he wondered: "Fiancee? Since they are fiancées, why have they never listened to them? Speaking of?"
Mr Xueyu originally wanted to ridicule Ning Changjiu, but when he thought that his life was in his hands, he immediately said: "Uncle Ning uses deep affection, how can I always talk about it?"
The Spirit of the Sword Classic sneered and said: "Ning Changjiu, I think you are so young, and you never thought of you so abusively. Isn't your cute little sister also..."
"Shut up!" Ning Changjiu couldn't bear it, wondering if it's time to fight for this? And one of you almost killed Zhao Xiang'er, the other forced the Sect Master into the magical way because of your desire for freedom, and almost killed the entire Four Peaks. How do you talk about standing so firm one by one now?
After Ning Changjiu roared out two words, he broke his breath, and his figure slowed by half a minute. The vine hit his back and knocked him out directly. Ning Changjiu's chest was full of blood and blood, and his throat A sweet mouth, a mouthful of blood that was about to be vomited, was swallowed back by him.
Mr. Xueyu and the Spirit of Sword Sutra knew that their lives were tied to him, so they shut up and stopped the dispute.
Ning Changjiu was smashed into the sand, and the splashed sand wall was shattered by vines and passed through like an arrow again.
Ning Changji was unable to adjust his figure in a short time, and rolled a few laps on the ground, forcibly avoiding the pursuit of the ancient tree. At this moment, the ancient tree is not easy to live. Attracted by the blood, countless souls are attached to it. The body, which dragged its already slow figure even slower.
Huh!
A whip came over again, Ning Chang was unable to roll over, and was knocked out again, his chest shirt torn and blood splashing.
Blood Feather Lord and the Spirit of the Sword Scripture both took a breath, thinking that Ning Changlong shouldn't mess with it. Originally, he just wanted to slow down its progress, but he didn't expect it to be completely ignited.
There was another knock, and the sword domain that Ning Changjiu had hurriedly set up was also interrupted.
The plane of the world slid in the direction of the moon.
The remaining souls who are still alive rushed away like a wave of beasts.
As Ning Changjiu was hit hard by this ancient tree, the rest of the spirits rushed towards Ning Changjiu at high speed, like an annoying flea, but with iron claws enough to tear steel. Fangs.
Ning Changjiu used the broken sword to block from side to side, and the sound of the sword breaking the soul made King Xueyu frightened, and it felt that his poor little nest was about to break in the next moment.
The cane of the giant tree is drawn again.
Mr Xueyu closed his eyes in despair, thinking that he would definitely die this time.
The spirit of the sword scripture also sighed leisurely, missing the days of reading with the old man, and regretted the loss of the peerless swordsmanship in his heart.
The surrounding area became quiet.
Furumu's rattan stopped in front of him, and he didn't move forward.
Ning Changjiu holds a...black iron-like branch in his hands. This branch is not upright. It was tied to the left and right sides with the broken sword. The Blood Feather Lord still has a feeling of shame and companionship, but at this moment, it only I want to call the miracle come.
It's this plain branch against the tangled cane.
The tips of the three canes even trembled like a servant encountering a god, and it was terrified of this dead branch.
Ning Changjiu clasped the dead branches in both hands, panting for breath, but stepped forward, pushing towards the ancient tree.
The ancient wood looked like a arrogant local official. After the emperor who was privately visiting with Weifu revealed his dragon robe, he immediately put away his previous arrogance and fled with trembling kneeling.
At the same time, another ignorant spirit sprang up and rushed towards Ning Changjiu's back. Ning Changjiu turned around and smashed the spirit directly.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Mr. Blood Feather and the Spirit of the Sword Scripture exclaimed in unison.