Beyond the Divine States Chapter 205: : The Blade of Faye

The night is like ink, being stirred by the wind across the land, from the chaos to the desolation.

Siming quietly imprisoned the torture frame, like a white bird unable to spread its wings.

The killing intent and cold faded from her eyes, and the hair fluttering on her cheeks made people want to touch them, helping her to hold them behind her ears.

This kind of fragility radiates from the inside out. It looks like a lady of your family who has been living in the dust of the enemy country after the country’s destruction, with the same face and loneliness.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and reached out to Si Ming's eyes.

Ye Chu sat on Xueyu Jun's back, showing a sincere smile.

Mr Xueyu remembered the embarrassment that night, and wanted to say a few ruthless words to Si Ming, but now the atmosphere is a little serious, and he wisely did not speak.

"You take me out of here first." Si Ming looked at the crowded city below, closed his eyes slightly, and bit his lip: "Change place..."

"No." Ning Changjiu shook his head.

"Do you still think I am not embarrassing enough?" said feebly.

Ning Chang hasn't been moved by her softness and fragility for a long time, he calmly said: "First, swear, sign the spiritual deed, and I will let you down."

A strand of ice reappeared in Si Ming's eyes, but it faded quickly.

"Okay." After a moment of silence, Si Ming nodded slightly.

The crowd in Duanjie City raised their heads and watched the movement there. All the things that happened before were bloody. It seemed that the heinous official was finally captured by the government and sent to the execution ground after Yu Qiu. After suffering thousands of swords in full view, the turbulent people's grievances turned into fanatical joy. They were happy for the victim's experience, and they also cheered and encouraged the executioners' fierce cheers.

It's just that after the crowd boiled to the climax, they gradually became quieter.

They found that this punishment seemed to be over, and the few people had a chat.

Because of the darkness, they couldn't see exactly what was going on there. They only saw the white dress against the white dress. The white dress seemed to be a threat, and the white dress seemed to compromise. It looked like a male thief and a prostitute.

In their perspective, it was the female sword fairy in the red skirt stepping on the sword that walked the way for the sky, punishing and admonishing the enchanting girl severely, and the young man who was entangled with a feathered shadow flew around in the air, beating The noise, not to mention affecting their sight, finally returned the sword to prevent the red dress chivalrous woman from continuing to beat her.

What is this?

Is it possible that the spirit and life of this half city can be returned with a few whips?

Talks have been ringing in the crowd with indignation.

At this moment, Ning Changjiu will naturally not pay attention to these people's grievances. He also wants to kill Si Ming, but she hides the last hope of defeating the sinner.

"Let's start." Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand.

He took the black sword of Si Ming and used his authority and spiritual power to forcibly pry open the judgment nail of Si Ming's left hand. The authority went to the authority to collide, and Ning's long-lasting five fingertips were all caught by the burning judgment nail. It exploded into black.

He didn't care.

Si Ming's left hand, which had been nailed for six days, finally got free.

Her arms dropped weakly, and there were blood holes left by nails on her wrists. There was no blood flowing out of them, and it looked like a perforation in white porcelain.

In order to prevent her from falling off the torture frame, Shao Xiaoli also wrapped her body with a red rope a few times so that her body and the cross were tightly tied together. The rope passed around the clothes under his chest, a pair of jade The peak appeared taller.

Si Ming didn't struggle any more.

She stretched out her hand weakly, her fingers touching.

"Come by yourself." Ning Changjiu said.

Naturally speaking, it is a matter of spirituality.

Si Ming gave a faint hum. Of course, she is most familiar with the ritual of calling spirits. Similarly, if she becomes a spirit, she will also be the strongest spirit in the history of the city.

Thinking of being both a messenger and a spirit, Si Ming couldn't help but evoke a fleeting faint smile.

"Go to Jiuyu, soul return to Jiuyuan, the spiritual bond is concluded, and will not change until death..." Si Ming spoke slowly, and in his cold voice, the long and undulating water waves sang lightly.

The palms of the two touched each other, and the white light was shining from the palms of the two, like a moon made of hands. The two couldn't hold it, so Yuehui slipped out between his fingers.

Following the lowly singing of Si Ming, an invisible thread grew in each of their bodies, which was their spiritual power.

The two mental powers are entangled and twisted around each other, just like a white snake in a sexual relationship.

"What are you doing?!" Suddenly, Ye Chu smiled and asked sharply.

Ning Changjiu also opened his eyes, looking at Si Ming's pupils with anger gushing.

Si Ming had a faint smile.

This is a spiritual contract she personally designed, and the Lord and the spirit in the spiritual contract have inadvertently reversed their positions.

Previously, when Ning Changjiu used the authority of fate to make Shao Xiaoli cut out that sword, and then caused the black snake to swallow it end to end, she had actually guessed that Ye Chu had become his spirit.

Although many things that happened afterwards were beyond her expectation, they really almost shattered her heart. But she has been a priest for thousands of years, how could she succumb to the shadow of Taoism and a few words?

She has been waiting for this opportunity.

She finally caught it.

Si Ming raised his head, wanting to see panic and horror in Ning Changjiu's pupils.

But she only saw a pool of deep autumn cold water, cold and clear, and her pale and weak face faintly reflected in the pool.

Is this pretending to be calm, or... all this is still in his expectation?

Ning Changjiu was indeed prepared.

The process of establishing a spiritual deed is the intersection of the spirit and consciousness of both parties.

As long as there is a slight difference, he can make the spirit of the sword script cut off his spirit immediately.

But now, he has already practiced Shura Shenlu, and his mental power is far stronger than before.

Siming doesn't know this. Like the original Night Elimination, she never believes that anyone can complete the Shura God Record in a month.

But Ning Changjiu is an exception, and his current mental strength, where can the tortured Si Ming compare?

In Si Ming’s divine consciousness observation, Ning Changjiu’s entangled spiritual thread that was originally the same thickness as himself suddenly became several times thicker, as if it had suddenly become free from a slender snake. The flood dragon on the sea instantly turned against the guest, strangling backhand the spiritual power that he originally wanted to force him to surrender.

In her mind, a strong sense of oppression passed over, and she groaned, leaning forward, her clenched red lips dripping with blood.

Today's scene is like forbearing for many years, the bandits who have practiced peerless swordsmanship took the opportunity to rob the chivalrous girl who injured him in the past. He tied the five-flowers of the chivalrous woman, thinking that the other party could not use brilliant sword moves, and could do whatever he wanted, but saw the other party smile contemptuously, and the flying sword shot out from the red dot of his eyebrows, stabbing the bandit into a honeycomb.

It turns out that the other party has already started to cultivate immortals during the years of hard practice Kungfu!

Siming's mood now is comparable to that of the bandit in a pool of blood.

She managed to hide for so long, thinking that she wanted to make a living and try to turn things around, but she was forced to suppress it by the means of a force of ten guilds, and that spiritual deed could hardly be advanced.

What’s even more frightening is that Ning Changjiu’s spiritual power has also taken the opportunity to invade her spiritual consciousness. That spiritual power is like a torrent, and her spiritual knowledge now is just a village built of earth-wood houses, which will be razed to the ground at any time. .

"I'll give you a chance to be a human being, but you just want to be a puppet with no spirit?" Ning Changjiu said blankly, and the torrent of spirit rushed into Si Ming's divine consciousness.

Si Ming is like a white bird shot by an arrow. She raised her neck and let out a miserable cry. Her last killing intent was defeated. There were hundreds of ants crawling and biting in her brain, and she seemed to be at any time. Become an unconscious porcelain or a self-willing doll.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Si Ming didn't want to become an idiot. She held Ning Changjiu's hand and suddenly forced her fingers together, and the green veins burst out, like snakes, and her slender arms did not. Stop shaking.

Ning Changjiu looked at her indifferently and said: "You don't want to live by yourself, I can't help it."

Siming’s voice was a little hoarse, her body trembling, convulsed, pressed tightly against the cross, her already straight legs stretched straighter.

Si Ming felt that her brain was about to be torn apart, and the spiritual deed she had carefully prepared was rushed to pieces by the other party and broke into unwritten form. She kept gasping for breath, and finally couldn't bear it. , Hissed for mercy: "Spare me... let me go..."

Ning Changjiu slowed down a little bit, stared at her coldly, and asked: "I know you are wrong now?"

This kind of condescending questioning made her extremely uncomfortable, but at the moment she can no longer care: "I know... I know..."

The pain subsided slightly, and Si Ming finally got a breath of breath, and her voice was extremely soft: "If you turn me into a puppet, the authority of time will be greatly reduced. You...you will regret it."

Ning Changjiu sneered: "Dare to threaten me?"

"Ah—" Si Ming let out a short painful moan. She wanted to withdraw the hand held by Yu Ning Changjiu, but the cramping fingers couldn't help.

"I was wrong! I promised everything...everything...ah!" Si Ming had no choice but to speak.

Ning Changjiu said: "Then what should you call me?"

In the severe pain, Si Ming had difficulty thinking, but he still subconsciously said: "Lord...Master!"

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly, and then slowly let go of his hand.

Si Ming's body suddenly relaxed. Before, she looked like a fawn whose neck was bitten by a tiger. When she was about to die, the tiger finally removed her fangs.

The painful aftertaste still dazzled her.

This kind of mental knives and swords is more painful than Shao Xiaoli's flogging and whipping.

And her spirit was originally difficult to invade. This time she personally posted it when she was in the spirit. It's a pity that Dao is one foot taller, and her spirit power is crushed by the other party. The spiritual world The open front door was also taken advantage of.

She collapsed, leaning weakly on the torture frame, wet sweat on her extremely cold skin, and every time the night breeze passed, the coolness made her shiver.

Her hair sticks to her cheeks, her frosty eyes are bloodshot, and the chill pours out of her mouth, her breath is like gossamer.

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm shouting again."

At this moment, unlike just now, she is now conscious and can feel everyone's eyes.

Ye Chu's smile, Shao Xiaoli's disdain, that ugly chicken's excitement, and Ning Changjiu's indifference.

Siming lowered his head weakly, and whispered: "Master."

Ning Changjiu looked into her eyes and confirmed that her heart had been exhausted at the moment, and then grabbed her hand again: "Let’s start, I'm going to play any tricks this time, I can't let you go. "

Ning Changjiu may now directly refine her into her own puppet, but as Si Ming said, her authority may be greatly reduced as her divinity is lost.

Si Ming did not resist anymore.

This is her weakest moment in 700 years.

Ye Chu could not help but sigh in her heart as she looked at her.

Just as the spiritual contract was about to be concluded, a voice suddenly rang:

"The tiger falls in the peaceful sun, the dragon leaves the water, the priest of the kingdom of God, is that just the case?"

The sound comes from the crow on the golden cross.

No one noticed it before.

And it was only pecking at the divinity of Si Ming in a vague manner, and it did not show any spiritual side. At this moment, when all the dust was about to fall, the black feather crow suddenly spoke. .

Ning Changjiu looked at it, his gaze was like a torch, and there was a trace of fear in his heart.

The Black Feather Crow squatted and said: "A dignified priest, willing to be a slave and a maid, it is ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous..."

It keeps repeating the last syllable, the tone is sharp and unpleasant.

"Shut up!" Si Mingqing screamed, and there was another heartache in his mind.

Ning Changjiu grabbed her hand tightly and said: "Qiling! Otherwise we all have to die!"

During the words, he even drew out the sword directly and cut off the nail in Si Ming's right hand.

But it's too late.

The crow on the golden cross looked behind them.

Ye Chu sighed and turned back, knowing that it was too late.

Midnight has not yet come, but the sinner has come first.

He broke free from the absolutely flowing time, fell from the sky and came to them.

Sinjun still wore the extremely black robe. On the right side of the robe, there was a huge gap. The entire arm, shoulders and half of his body disappeared, and at the edge of the robe, there was a faint flame flowing, burning. Burning.

That's the wound that Ye Chi tried hard to leave on him.

Limited by this world, even the guilty prince can't recover such a serious injury in a short time.

He didn't look at the culprit of his injury, Ye Chi, but looked at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu also watched the sinner quietly.

"It turned out to be you." The guilty lord said suddenly.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who am I?"

The Lord of Sin did not answer directly, but said: "Should your soul have long been thrown into the endless reincarnation of the immortal world? Who put you together again?"

He can hear the real confusion in the words of the sinner.

The Lord of the Kingdom of God is mysterious and powerful. Every time he says a word, he will appear to be a little inferior. Only the things that really exist in the unknown can arouse his confusion.

The world of immortality is the kingdom of Leilao, the lord of the kingdom of God.

How powerful is it to take the soul from the Lord of the Kingdom of God?

That person, and the person who killed the Lord of the Kingdom of God, should be the same person.

This world will never have the power to surpass the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and the Huawaitian Demon is only a legendary thing, and it has been extinct ten thousand years ago, even if these ancient gods have never seen them.

Who is that person?

Xinjun looked at Ning Changjiu, the mist in his black robes was surging, slowly filling the gap.

The confrontation was extremely short-lived, Ning Changjiu would never let the sinner slowly recover from his wounds.

Ning Chang didn't have time to be with Siming for a long time. After he whispered "North" to Shao Xiaoli, he held a black sword and rushed directly at the place of the sinner.

"The blasphemer, the death penalty."

The sinner quietly pronounced the sentence on the young man in white, and then he moved.

His speed is several times faster than Ning Changjiu.

At the same time, an electric light flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire city clearly, and after that, a thunder rang through the world.

The people in Duanjiecheng have never seen lightning, heard thunder.

And this is not real lightning.

This is God's punishment.

The Lord of Sin stretched out his hand and caught the lightning that straddled the sky.

The bright electric light was held in the surviving left hand, and traces of electric current ran wildly in the palm of his palm, spewing thunder debris.

That is his judgment blade.

At the same time, the rest of the thunder and lightning descended in the direction of Ning Changjiu. That was the trial of Ning Changjiu. It would chase and kill the judges endlessly.

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Siming's pupils were illuminated by lightning.

The nail of judgment was pulled out of her body, and it was her night now, so the whole night was like a tide, returning to her body with spiritual power and realm.

At the moment when the thunder light fell, her hands merged with difficulty, her open thumb and index finger clasped together, forming a prismatic space between her hands.

"Return." Si Ming said weakly.

After a few days, she was finally able to exercise her authority again.

But everything has not been traced back.

The sinner gave her a flat look.

Siming is now too low in spiritual power, and even with authority, it is as fragile as porcelain, and it breaks when touched.

Ning Chang hadn't done anything extra for a long time. He drew his sword directly at the thunder and lightning that had been smashed. The sword light cut through the electric light, and the thunder debris splashed into a circle, slashing towards the sinner.

The sinner is holding the sword of thunder and lightning, and his movements look very light, even a little like feathers floating, but every time he swings the sword, a string of bright thunder shadows will be drawn.

Fast and slow, movement and stillness, seem to be only between one thought.

The thunder shavings like a wheel were chopped up and turned into dots.

Dianguang chased after his back. Ning Changjiu held a black sword and made a negative sword style. He used the sword body and sword energy to bounce part of the power of judgment. He stretched out his other hand and took it from Shao Xiaoli. The ordinary sword continued to slash towards the sinner.

Of course, ordinary swords can't last too long. On the short blade, the sword was turned into broken copper and iron, and the sword fire on it was torn away together.

Ding, ding, ding——

Ning Changjiu once again held the black sword and collided with the sinner’s sword of thunder and lightning.

The Shura Shenlu was madly activated, urging his physical and mental power to the extreme that this world can tolerate.

If he is in the outside world, he will directly break through the bottleneck of the long-lived state and enter the purple court.

In terms of spiritual strength alone, he is not much inferior to the sinner at this moment.

The symphony of swords kept ringing in the sky above Duanjiecheng, like the mourning sound of a dead spirit.

Thunder and lightning of those trials are still like endless assassins, chasing them from their side and back. Ning Changjiu uses the authority of fate to lead them to crosses, black snakes or other buildings, but this is nothing but It is a postponement strategy. If the object of judgment is not killed, the power of judgment will never disappear.

Ning Changjiu seemed to have returned to the long street on rainy nights at that time. He was still that kind of sword. He didn't have any extra moves. He only followed the simplest route, but his sharp edge was enough to cut gold and jade.

But the sword of the sinner is not inferior to him.

After the confrontation for a few breaths, the sky was full of thunder, and Ning Changjiu's sword shadow was swallowed up and back pressured back.

嚓——

A flash of lightning came from Ning's side for a long time, only hitting his ribs.

Thunder and lightning exploded on his body, burning with pain, and burned black marks on his extremely powerful Shura body.

Ning Changjiu's sword stagnated slightly, half a minute slower.

The sinner cut into his gap, and the thunder light accumulated in the sky was like a pool of water, slamming down.

Ning Changjiu was forced to block with a horizontal sword, but the sword domain was shattered before it was condensed. His figure was struck by a huge thunder and fell like a meteorite.

The crowd on the ground has already dispersed and fled.

Ning Changjiu was smashed into a house, and the surrounding smoke was immediately illuminated by electric light, and the particles were distinct.

Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth and stood up, and briefly hit a few entangled thunder and lightning with a black sword, but was pushed by the others and knocked out the broken house.

At this moment, Shao Xiaoli looked anxiously in the direction where Ning Changjiu was. She carried Si Ming on her back, wrapped the golden cross with a red rope, and quickly slid down carrying her, acting as the body of the black snake below. Buffer, jumped to the ground.

Si Ming snorted, slowly accumulating strength, not struggling much.

And Xueyu Jun also took advantage of the gap in their battle, carrying Ye Chu frantically to escape, as far as he could escape.

Ning Changjiu's white clothes were slashed into a burnt color, his arms were bare, and the muscles exploded were not exaggerated, but they were pure and powerful under the electric light.

He held the dark long sword, looked at Shao Xiaoli who was running towards him, and shouted: "Back!"

Shao Xiaoli was slightly startled, but out of trust, he stepped back a bit.

The next moment, among them, a sword made of thunder and lightning fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The figure of the sinner is outlined from behind the sword.

He stood with his sword with one hand, facing Ning Changjiu and his back to Shao Xiaoli. His black robe was dancing, and his long beak-like brim was in pitch black, and his indifferent eyes were hidden in the pitch black.

Ning Changjiu looked at him, feeling invincible.

The prince of sin is much stronger than he thought.

Even if he got his fate, got the Shura Shenlu, and confronted him with a prosperous posture, he still couldn't defeat the injured sinner.

The sinner turned around and took a look.

At that moment, Shao Xiaoli felt that she couldn't breathe anymore. An invisible fist shook her lower abdomen. She arched up, slumped, and hit a huge stone pillar. Her life was painful. He grunted, and tried his best to dispel his spiritual power.

"Prisoner." The sinner said a word.

The original golden cross suddenly melted and turned into tens of thousands of golden light, raining down, it is like an inverted manzhushahua, the strands of golden, rolled up petals, just as it symbolizes In that way, it turned into a golden prison that could not be broken away.

Shao Xiaoli and Si Ming were both trapped inside. The black crow stopped on the cage and quacked, like a gloomy jailer.

It is not a puppet who only understands commands.

Fortunately, Ning Changjiu and Si Ming did not really have a spiritual bond, otherwise at a critical moment, the black crow would infiltrate and deprive both of them of their intelligence.

Ning Changjiu is also unable to help them at this moment.

He must lead the sinner away.

For the rest of the city, he can only hope that Shao Xiaoli can smash the cage.

I don’t know if this girl can be reliable...

Ning Changjiu's figure flickered, aura surged, and his white clothes walked close to the ground, fleeing towards the outside of the city.

Although he prepared a few small flying arrays outside, the power of judgment is chasing after him. He doesn't even have time to draw the array at this moment.

The Lord of Sin stretched out his hand and drew a perfect circle in front of him.

When Yuan finished painting, the darkness of the open city gate condensed infinitely, like a barrier, preventing Ning Changjiu from escaping first.

Then, the guilty prince moved quickly, dragging the sword of thunder and lightning to catch up in an instant.

The clanging humming sound is like a rushing watch late at night.

Ning Changjiu's white clothes were burned by thunder and lightning, and stained with a lot of scorched black.

As he approached the gate of the city, the figure of the guilty king suddenly stopped slightly.

The lightning sword in his hand instantly grew several times longer.

At the same time, the side of his black robe also made a hissing noise. That was the backlash of the whole world against the sinner when the law of the world was broken.

In Ning Changjiu's eyes, the sword was magnified exponentially. When he approached him, he didn't know how to take it. He could only resist with Shura's physique.

The sword blast hit Ning Changjiu's body.

He was like a firework ejected, and suddenly plunged into the darkness in the center of the city gate.

After crashing into the darkness, his falling figure slowed down—the darkness was thick as a swamp.

This is also a prison.

"You can't win..."

In Ning Changjiu's mind, a frustrated thought suddenly flashed through.

The sinner is too strong, where does he have a half chance?

That is the Lord of the Kingdom of God...

So tired...

Despair is like a patch of bats, flying across the sea of ​​consciousness, covering the sky and the sun.

"Wake up! Don't fall into the trap of the sinner!"

In the body, the spirit of the sword script suddenly shouted: "You can die if you want, don't catch my life together!"

Ning Changjiu's thoughts shook slightly.

"Ning Changjiu, don’t you understand? There is no supreme law in this world? Some are just the power to crush everything. Outside, the sinner has such power to crush you like an ant Death, but it’s different here. Everything he uses now is his limit!"

"His laws are not indestructible, and the trial is by no means truly endless."

"It can be killed, it can be erased, as long as you can have equal or superior power!"

"Wake up!"

In the lake of heart, the words of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra stirred up a wave of turmoil.

Ning Changjiu's mental power was eroded by the darkness.

In his pupils, the golden light is like a rising dust storm.

In the Purple Mansion, the Golden Crow had long coveted such darkness, but his spirit was disturbed by the sinner before, and he didn't notice it.

The guilty king stands before the dark curtain of the city gate, trying to send the sword of thunder and lightning in, completely dispel his power, and then strip him of the truth about the past a few thousand years ago.

But the next moment, a bright golden light split into the thick darkness.

The black night was torn apart.

Ning Changjiu's black sword ignited a golden flame, like a blade of hair, pierced the entire night and chopped it out.

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(Thanks to the leader of the leader, Magi, who is rewarded by Drunk Song! Thank you to the leader of the leader for your support and love!)