Beyond the Divine States Chapter 210: : Hands that pass through the world

Before the vision was swallowed, Ning Chang had seen the true face of the sinner for a long time.

After the black robe was lifted off, his body seemed to have unlocked some kind of seal, and the black ghostly aura that spread rapidly spread.

His body also resembled a salute exploded from it, expanding quickly. The first thing to unfold is a pair of slender skeletal wings behind him. The violent wind generated between the wings swept away the nether air, revealing his body hidden in the dark. The bone head in the center of the body is made of countless slender twine ropes. Twisted, the two sides are steel-hard ribs exposed on the muscular epidermis. Under the body, there are devilish muscled legs. The upper claws are slender and hang down, with a quirky beauty. His claws Suspended on both sides, there is no arm connected to it. Instead, it is black mist.

Behind the black mist, are his eyes.

It was a horizontal eye. His white eyes were black, but two white pupils opened in the center.

His whole body looks like a mythical form with the word "sin" spreading its wings.

As soon as this image appeared in Ning Changjiu's eyes, the pain felt like a needle pierced in, causing his pupils to lose color and his eyes to run out of blood.

At the moment when the tingling sensation came, Ning Changji did not hesitate. Behind him, the void cracked, and the suddenly appeared point once again contained him. He straddled the illusory time, and the water of the yellow spring rang in his ears. In the sound of the rushing and the slight loss of consciousness, Ning Changjiu seemed to be in a gorge. Looking around, the stone walls of the deep gorge were like hollow coffins, which were full of hideous facial bones. They were of different shapes, but none of them. Exceptionally, he cast his hollow white eye sockets at him.

The layers of space behind him were overwhelmed and began to collapse.

The Lord of Sin appeared in this world, so the existence of the world seemed to be a blasphemy against gods. The whole world is like a piece of extremely deep sea, with frantic air currents surging and surging in it, setting off monstrous waves, and those waves are constantly beating against Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu's silver-white sword light became weaker and lighter.

After crossing that point of intersection, Ning Changjiu's broken eyes had recovered, but he did not dare to face the sinner, so he could only flee deeper into the sky in embarrassment.

The guilty lord at this moment is the only man at the helm of this sea.

The chaotic air current cuts away like a wind knife passing by the side.

When Ning Changjiu's figure frantically rose, black smoke appeared in the gusty wind, and the black smoke suddenly wrapped around his ankle.

The cage of judgment locked him unbreakably.

Ning Changjiu broke his foot directly and continued to soar, breaking out of the next intersection, just like a new life.

But he could feel that behind him, a huge shadow was coming over at a faster speed.

Xinjun's eyes and pupils locked him.

He is like a huge octopus suddenly protruding from the deep sea, entwining his tentacles toward the prey, and every hand that is chasing is like a dark purple flame bursting out of the gates of hell, burning thick The meaning of **** death.

Ning Changjiu's figure stopped abruptly, and the body of Shura was activated. The light on his white clothes was like a burning pale flame. This is the colorless divine flame that once burned the stars to ashes in the legendary world.

The light in Ning Changjiu's pupils also turned from gold to white. He raised his sword high, his figure folded, like a bird closing its wings, and an arrow swooping down.

The two collided.

The rumbling sounded all over the world, and the momentum did not even lose the day and night when he lifted into the air and collided with the sinner.

The pale flames are mixed with violent thunder and electricity, and the endless gust of wind whistles around the two people. Behind the cloudy sky, there are large areas of light from time to time. They keep flashing, and suddenly it is thousands. in.

That's the sound of guns and swords from behind the sky.

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Si Ming walked toward the depths of the world, the scenery changed, but no matter whether it was magnificent or barren, he couldn't escape the desolation in his bones.

Looking through the fractured layer of time, the scene of the battle in the sky is getting faster and faster, as if the prophecy of the end times has been fulfilled, and disasters have swept in indiscriminately.

For the battle in the sky, Si Ming couldn’t really see it,

She just can't help but think of many wars that she has never seen before. Those wars are hidden in the most secret and oldest history books. In that chaotic era, the gods abused their power to move mountains and fill the sea, breaking the sky and sinking the ground, making bones and mountains difficult to survive. Legend has it that there are still bone sculptures of the ancient gods on the six world peaks today.

If this battle takes place in the outside world, if there is not a whole realm of the suppression of the kingdom of God, their war will be enough to kill Manchurian creatures.

Of course, if it is really outside, the most likely thing to happen is that Ning Chang will be crushed to death like an ant.

Siming thought about this, she couldn't help holding her chest tightly, her slender fingers sunk deeply, her black robe wrinkled, her thin back looked lonely in the turmoil of the world.

She found herself feeling a little bit of dislike for the boy in white.

She knew that when she decided to become his spirit and handed over authority to him, she felt a sense of dependence in her Dao heart.

The Lord of Sin came, and she encountered something that she could not kill or be destroyed, so she placed her hopes on other people.

Therefore, her original, invincible arrogance has appeared indelible cracks. For her who once ranked among the legendary realm and the Taoist realm, any subtle omission may be re-emerged. When entering that realm, it magnifies infinitely and eventually becomes a fatal flaw.

So she must mend her own Dao Xin.

The way to repair Dao Xin is to kill Sin Jun and Ning Changjiu.

So at this moment, she hopes Ning Changjiu can win. Because she can't kill the sinner, but Ning Changjiu, who suffered both losses, is as weak as a chicken in her hands.

While thinking about this, Si Ming's eyes looking towards the sky suddenly stopped, and his pupils couldn't hide the color of consternation.

A white meteor pierced the sky, fleeting.

Next, a water dragon rises like an icicle in the distance.

It was Ning Changjiu's figure that was smashed down.

The high-speed rotating thunder and lightning gun slammed into the ice sea again against him.

Fortunately, after a while, the picture seemed to be upside-down, and the white-clothed man rose from the ground again and went straight to the sky.

Since then, Si Ming has seen a figure being knocked down from the chaos many times, and every time it was the white clothes that attacked the flames.

Every time Ning Changjiu's figure is smashed down, he rises up again, a few breaths slower than before. This also shows that his injuries are getting heavier and heavier. If this continues, he will undoubtedly die when the power of authority is exhausted.

The lightning thunder and pale aurora flashing in the sky have been flashing alternately for a long time.

The battle was quietly coming to an end.

Si Ming didn't go to the depths anymore. She was still planning how she would kill Ning Changjiu if the sinner was defeated.

But at this moment, it seems that nothing needs to be thought of.

She watched as the cloud layer entangled by thunder and lightning suddenly dented downward, and the shadow in white clothes was shot to the ground again like an arrow. The place where he fell was a swamp.

The tension of the swamp was torn in an instant, his body sank into it, sinking like crazy, and a huge deep hole was smashed into the swamp, and the mud filled into the deep hole quickly wrapped his whole body. .

Ning Changjiu can't remember how many swords he has made.

At the moment he fell, he wanted to use authority again, but he felt the real powerlessness.

Before the guilty lord had not torn the black robe, there was still suspense and leeway in his battle, but when the guilty king revealed his mythical form, then whether it was the sword eye or the golden eye, when he saw him I would be blinded at that moment.

Unless he really reaches that level, otherwise he can't even look directly at the sinner's true face.

And there is a price for the sinner to show his deity.

The mythological state of the deity symbolizes the true supreme secrecy. The less people know about such secrecy, the stronger it is.

Every time someone looks at him more, his veil of mystery fades away.

At this moment, the guilty lord also seemed to be caught in a violent rage. No matter what method Ning Changjiu uses, wherever he is, his eyes and eyes are locked tightly.

For example, at this moment, the prince of sin stands on the cloud, with his wings wide open, his body slightly arched, looking directly at the lower realm, through the thick swamp, watching the weak breathing shadow under the swamp.

The Lord of Sin suddenly stretched out the floating claws, and as the claws contracted, he caught the violent thunder again, but at this moment he was not a spear nor a sword, but changed into a golden one. cross.

"The Punishment of Innocence."

The Lord of Sin slowly spoke, and his voice passed through the two realms of heaven and earth, reaching the depths of the swamp.

Almost everyone saw the cross-shaped lightning behind this sky curtain.

Siming looked at it with instinctive fear in her heart. She couldn't help but think of the days on the torture frame. At that time, she, who held the authority of time, had a real and profound understanding of the word living like years for the first time. At the same time, the feeling of whipping and whip marks came like a phantom pain. Her slender legs were slightly bent towards the middle, her knees touched and overlapped, and her body contracted unconsciously.

Next, there was a sense of death in her heart.

Many people feel this feeling.

Ye Chuan, Shao Xiaoli, all the survivors in the city, the residents of the tribe...

At the moment when the cross was lit up, there was a feeling of death in their hearts.

But the meaning of obliterating dust has not been fulfilled, because what it points to is only Ning Changjiu.

"Boss, what's wrong with the boss..." Shao Xiaoli suddenly panicked. She held her heart, her expression trembling.

The death in Ye Zhu's pupils is fleeting.

He looked at the whole broken world, and the torn city looked like an inconspicuous grain of sand before his eyes.

"It's almost there." Ye Chu said inexplicably, and then walked forward alone.

Every time he takes a step, his charcoal face begins to grow handsome facial features, those facial features are not like real, more like a brush and ink trace. He gradually returned to what he was like in the past. It's just that the handsome young man who should have been abundance **** still looks like a dying person at this moment.

"Where are you going?" Shao Xiaoli was uneasy.

Ye Chu said: "Wait for Ning to come back for a long time."

After Ning Changjiu searched for him on the wasteland, he had a secret conversation with Ning Changjiu.

He taught him how he has studied for hundreds of years.

Now is almost the time.

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Ning Changjiu in the swamp seems to have lost his breath.

"Can you still hold it?"

Someone is calling him.

That is the sword spirit.

Ning Changjiu's thoughts were pulled back a little bit. The swamp stripped his flesh and bones, and his muscles and bones at the moment were all twisted, and there seemed to be a knife in the sea of ​​knowledge that kept cutting through, making it bloody. He also felt the killing intent falling from above the nine heavens.

The meaning of this killing made him more sober.

"Can hold it." Although Ning Changjiu said this, his brilliance has become thinner and thinner.

Sword Spirit said: "He is coming."

"How long is there?"

"Now!"

After a very short conversation, the swamp was torn apart.

The swamp of tens of thousands of miles is like a wound of flesh and blood, and he is a tumor hidden deep in the carrion.

The golden cross was cut down.

Ning Changjiu, who was deep in the swamp, suddenly opened his eyes.

His body is so blurry that it is difficult to see.

The strength of the Shura Shenlu blessing is like the scales of a fish being scraped by a knife. After all the hardness is removed, only the soft and rotten meat is left.

Ning Changjiu looked at the guilty lord who had fallen from the sky, his pupils resembling crushed eggs again, exploding suddenly.

Next, the cross penetrated his body.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.

When the cross pierced into the depths of his flesh and blood, the Shura Shenlu was almost instinctively activated. Ning Changjiu didn’t need to move any thoughts. The Eighty-One Form squeezed spiritual power from his sea of ​​qi at an extremely fast speed , And then turned into a real move, like a thousand arrows, stabbed at the sinner like a torrential rain.

These eighty-one styles are extremely fierce. At this moment, they are mixed with divine authority, and every blow carries the determination to kill the ancient gods.

Even on the body of the guilty monarch, there are a series of thin dents, and under the scales, there is even blood oozing out.

But the eighty-one style, which was like a ten thousand-handed spear, was broken one by one by the sinner.

It was also at this moment, Ning Changjiu's silver sword broke away from his control and stabs forward.

Because the Shura Shenlu swallowed the Heavenly Sword Scripture, his Asura Shenlu possesses a full 82 styles!

This is the eighty-second formula.

This sword can't pierce the body of the sinner.

Dan Ning held him tightly for a long time, and the infinite authority was activated for the last time, and he and the sin prince were brought into the authority together.

Beyond the point of intersection, Ning Chang's injuries were completely restored, but the sinner's body was not obviously injured, but the silver sword miraculously pierced the sinner's body.

The sinner looked at the sword in his arms coldly, indifferent.

The sword energy of this sword exploded frantically in his body, but it was still irrelevant to him.

Even if Ning Changjiu's organization calculates, it is still a mortal situation.

Ning Changjiu's face showed a smile, he stretched out his hand, went around the body of the sinner, and held the tip of the sword.

His action is like a long-lost hug.

He used his body as a sword lock to lock the Sin Lord firmly in front of him.

Ning Changjiu's mental power spread rapidly toward the entire world, and then all the elements boiled.

At this moment, the sinner discovered that the world under them had formed a huge formation.

He recognizes this formation.

When the flame of day and night divided by time lifts into the sky with a giant arrow, it is this formation that is launched below.

Ning Changjiu didn't have enough time to collect enough time hundreds of years ago, so he could only draw the array large enough, taking the heaven and earth as the plate, and then sculpt the river with disaster, thunder, fire, and form this huge array.

This is not a small flying array, this is a real flying array. It once held Ye Chu to fly to the sky!

At this moment, the elemental breath of heaven, earth, wind and thunder, mountains, water and fire happened to have reached the climax. These forces pulled each other and finally formed this huge array.

Ning Changjiu mobilized all available power to wrap himself up.

The sky is rising from the ground.

In the flying formation, Ning Changjiu locked the Sin Lord tightly with his body and sword, and went away into the sky.

Sinjun’s pupils were erected in two lines, and his wing membrane grew the largest.

Even a broken stone on the ground can feel his anger.

His sharp claws clasped Ning Changjiu’s shoulders, trying to take off his arms directly, countless trials of thunder and lightning struck him, Ning Changjiu’s white clothes were torn open, and his back was He was beaten to **** flesh for an instant, and he could almost see the beating heart behind his ribs.

Their bodies locked together were unstoppably thrown high by the whole earth and flew towards the sky.

They all seem to be stretched very long.

Ning Changjiu's face was already distorted with pain, his arms were dripping with blood, his head was raised, his neck was elongated, and all his muscles and veins were violently bulging, like countless rivers about to break a bank in the flood.

He can no longer control his body.

The sinner understood his intention. Ning Changjiu wanted to bring him into the space where the flow of time was absolutely absolute. With a breath in the sky and a year on the ground, he would drag the Year of Sin King abruptly!

King Changjiu eventually failed.

This formation is certainly powerful, but now their battle has caused time and space to sink, and the space filled by the original heaven and earth has been raised higher.

Even the huge array of sculpture mountains and rivers failed to cross this long distance.

Ning Changjiu didn't expect this.

"You have failed." The Sin Lord spoke slowly, his voice no longer indifferent, but with a trace of regret.

Ning Changjiu was confused, and he felt the force that dragged his body gradually disappeared.

The sinner twisted his claws almost through his shoulders.

The sky is spinning around the world.

Their bodies turned upside down and fell back toward the bottom of the world.

Ning Changjiu's blurry surrounding light, you can see that illusory sky is not far away, but at that distance, he will never be able to pass the past.

Sword Spirit also let out a desperate sigh.

The scorching blood envelops it, as if to burn it to ashes.

They fell together, getting farther and farther from the sky.

Just as everything was about to end, Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered something.

He stretched out his hand to the sky away from him.

The guilty lord looked at this scene and was silent.

The spiritual power forged by the Shura Shenlu Hammer is incredible. Those spiritual powers are like threads one after another, rushing toward the sky and into the illusory universe.

The mental power is extremely permeable. After easily penetrating that piece of space, he flew into the broken kingdom of God, and then flew straight to a higher place.

But it doesn't make sense. No matter how strong the mental power is, it is just an illusory thread, and it cannot be his real rope.

His body is still falling, and under the thunder and lightning of judgment, his body will be beaten to death at any time.

"Don't waste your efforts, unless there is a miracle..." The sword spirit's voice was extremely low, and it began to wait for the arrival of death.

But a miracle really happened!

Suddenly caught something at the end of mental power.

There is a familiar formation there.

That's a small flying array! It is on the side of the abyss, the small flying array painted by Lu Jia on the first day of practice in a cottage on the edge of the abyss!

This formation is originally Lu Jiajia, hoping that one day after he comes out, he can find her sooner.

At this moment, he and this formation were separated by a world, and suddenly met.

He stretched out his hand to the sky.

So the hand seemed to actually stretch out and grab him.

That was Lu Jiajia's hand...

She has been waiting for herself to go back...

Ning Changjiu’s broken eyes were tearing in the wind, and the face of pure and unrefined dust seemed to be smiling at himself in the dark night. When Jiu Ying fell into the abyss, the cry of grief was still self-evident. Wing around the ears. It's just that now the source of this cry has become myself.

He stretched out his hand, trembling his fingers, and drew a small flying array.

All the spiritual power turned into a real line, connecting him with the formation on the edge of the abyss!

He grabbed her hand and flew towards the sky.

The layers of the sky opened for him.

He embraced the demon in his arms and rushed into the realm of absolute time flow.

After rushing into that area, their bodies did not stop accelerating, and they continued to fly upwards, hitting the gap between the world and the kingdom of God.

Ning Changjiu's bones were broken, and the entire kingdom of God appeared in his sea of ​​knowledge for a moment, then he was suppressed again, and the barrier wall that had been broken before was closed again.

In that moment, he saw countless fairy and demons bones. Those bones were paved on the ground, tired into steps, cast into ten thousand-foot tall towers, and carved into ten thousand lotus flowers.

All the bone heads are waiters in armor and knives. Where they face together, there is a headless bone.

The divine bone is hidden behind the heavy curtain, unable to see clearly.

But Rao is a shadow, enough to swallow the sky.

The spliced ​​bones of the nine infants already carry the shocking beauty in myths and legends, but in front of it, it looks like a simple chicken shelf.

That is the real **** bone.

The picture in the sea of ​​consciousness is engulfed by darkness.

The sinner also saw this scene.

"It's not Leilao." This was the first sentence he said.

Then, the sinner immediately understood one thing that he shouldn't have doubted.

In this world, absolutely no one can kill the Lord of the Kingdom of God alone.

The death of this divine bone points to another earth-shattering mystery-there are traitors among the twelve kingdom masters!

The traitor combined with this person to kill the **** master, and then cut off his head!

The scene that hit the line of sight was quickly engulfed in the darkness.

Ning Changjiu still stretched out his hands, like a person about to fall from the edge of a cliff.

The sinner kept tearing at his body, but no matter how much pain he suffered, he would rather die than let go.

Gradually, Ning Changjiu's body of Shura was shattered, and the power of authority could no longer be condensed. The powerful spiritual thread was broken like a guqin, and the small flying array was difficult to maintain and lost its light.

After a long time, he let go of his hand, and his body fell weakly.

Not a single piece of skin on his body is intact.

As his body fell, the sinner finally drew out the silver sword from his chest. He looked at the blasphemer who stole divine power and pierced the sword of Shura towards Ning Changjiu's heart.

When the sharp sword fell to his heart, there was no power.

Because the person holding the sword has disappeared.

One breath in the sky, one day underground.

In a blink of an eye, the outside world has come to the end of winter and spring.

The Year of the Lord of Sin has passed, and the month of Godlessness has come again, and in a month, the kingdom of Tishan will be opened.

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(Thank you for the three great rewards of the leader Magi Zuige, the rudder master yzxmly, and the protector dark descendant Raast!!! I sincerely thank the three great heroes for their support and love to the kingdom of God. Love you !)