Beyond the Divine States Chapter 231: : Shen Tu Cangluan

The killing sound shook the sky.

This is a road paved with a sea of ​​corpses and blood. It is like a blood-red carpet, from this long street, it spreads little by little to the entire imperial city. Even the endless fire can't burn it.

Ning Changjiu still has white clothes and black hair, but his body has turned into gold, which is like a newly cast ancient bell in a temple.

He rushed into the ancient beast to fight with his horns in his hand. In the flying flesh and blood, he had already turned into a **** Shura. All the blood splashed in the sky was torn by his sword mercilessly. A bigger blood curtain was set off in the continuous beheading.

Ning Changjiu is not using any swords at this moment, but simply slashing and slashing. His figure clearly does not look burly, but when he rushes into the crowd, he looks like a huge bear with strong muscles and bones.

Endless killings are like a nightmare. Ning Changjiu is holding a sword, killing from the street to the end of the street, and from the end of the street to the street. The horns in his hand are no longer known how many broken, but the war is ancient As the beasts continue to flow, so does his weapons. In the first war, humans used the bones and teeth of these ancient beasts to polish them into sharp swords.

Ning Changjiu had already red eyes, he was like an invincible god, no matter how violent and huge the ancient beast, he could easily tear the opponent's flesh and crush its heart.

Those flying phoenixes and divine birds are also like moths fighting the fire, and they have become dead souls of blood sacrifices under the sword.

He kept killing, killing red eyes, completely forgetting me, his hands and feet were gradually numb, his pupils became colder and colder, and the pungent **** smell was also accustomed to him. Shura's will was like a cruel slave owner, constantly The earth squeezed power from his body.

Boom!

At a certain moment, Ning Changjiu's punch was extremely powerful on a firefowl that flew towards him. The fire bird suddenly turned into a phantom of Zhao Xiang'er. Ning Changjiu's heart was shocked, but it was too late to close his fist. The wind of the fist tore the fire bird to pieces.

He wasn't sure if this scene was an illusion, but he injected a hint of clarity into the sea of ​​consciousness that was filled with killings.

His figure slowly stopped.

Ning Changjiu discovered that the corpses piled up under his feet were as high as the building. In the **** remains, thick blood mixed with internal organs and fused into a disgusting color. But those ancient beasts and divine finches seemed like they could not be killed. They were born from the flames and turned into burning fire after death.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and found something even more horrible--it was not himself who was killing here, and those ancient beasts were also killing each other.

They bit each other's necks, their claws ripped the flesh and pierced their hearts, and then they were beaten to the stomach by a more powerful beast pouring from behind.

Ning Changjiu's eyes widened, Dao's heart faltered.

He suddenly understood that although the body of Shura gave him power, it was like a plague, infecting all the creatures with the hideous killing intent...This is the real feast of killing, this is Shura. The essence of evil.

Just now when Zhao Xianger projected the divine bird, she realized that it was wrong and wanted to remind herself.

Ning Changjiu's heart was cold, and he was slightly frightened. He understood that no matter how long he killed himself, it would not help to kill the corpse mountain and the **** sea. This is not a path to the Dao recognized by the world, it is like greed Angrily, like this, is a sin, not a means of ascension. If he has been killing like this before, he will surely kill him, and then become a prey and be killed by other ancient beasts.

Shura itself is a double-edged sword!

The killing will not end purgatory, but will make it a bloodier burial ground.

Ning Changjiu calmed down.

As his Dao mind calmed down, the sound of killing that shook the sky gradually subsided.

This world is not only Zhao Xianger's world, but also a projection of his soul.

The golden flames on him gradually subsided. He leaned down, knowing that there were only two ways to leave this world, either to find the gap in the world or defeat the world's ruler.

But with my eyes wide open, the temple in the sky is no longer visible, where is Zhao Xianger at this moment?

The blood of Long Street turned into flames and burned away,

There are still tall horses dragging the golden chariot, but Ning Changjiu chose to take the initiative to avoid the battle, because he found that the more he killed, the more the flames of this world burned, if he continues , Even without Zhao Xianger's shot, he would be dragged down by himself first.

He wants to find Zhao Xianger!

But the imperial city is so big, where is she hiding?

Ning Changjiu believes that if this world is the same as the outside world, then the location of the main hall should also be immutable.

Ning Changjiu summoned the Golden Crow. At this moment, the Golden Crow was a few laps older than the original one, enough to take him to fly.

While blocking the birds that had been pecked, he let the Golden Crow fly back to the place where Zhao Xianger had originally disappeared. He opened his sword to search, but found nothing.

"Did she guess that I could think of this, so what was left at the beginning was only an illusory projection, and the real main hall was hidden elsewhere?" Ning Changjiu groaned for a while, and he began to think, if he was Zhao Xianger, where will he build the hall.

He first came to the former site of the palace. At the end of the golden steps, the throne has been repaired intact, very gorgeous.

Ning Changjiu sat on the throne, fold off a few blades protruding from the void, and looked forward, but found nothing.

After that, he went to the underground palace from the well. Then went to Jiulingtai from the underground palace.

He looked back and forth on the Nine Spirit Platform, and still did not find any clues.

But he was not disappointed.

He looked at a certain place and suddenly smiled.

"His Royal Highness is watching the sunset, why are you bothering me?"

Ning Changjiu whispered softly and smiled faintly: "I'm here to disturb Your Highness."

He walked into the imperial city and saw the tall banyan tree outside the former site of the Qianyu Temple.

The edges of the banyan leaves are also burning.

He walked a few times and climbed the tree awkwardly like a child.

He sat on a sturdy tree trunk and looked forward, just like the girl in the black dress back then.

At that time, she was still a wild girl with rough edges. She wore a black dress not because it was white, but because it was stain-resistant.

He looked towards the direction of the West.

In the light of the fire, an illusory-built hall is grandly suspended.

"I found you." Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The temple also lowered the stairs to him.

On the stairs, a girl in palace clothes walked slowly down, her face is exquisite, but dullly like a doll, her body is dressed in a graceful and expensive dress, wrapped in a slender and tall body, she walks gracefully When he arrived in front of Ning Changjiu, he smiled: "His Royal Highness wants to see you."

She is the servant of the temple.

Needless to say, Ning Changjiu will also take the initiative to step into the temple.

The girl slowly stretched her hand behind her back and drew out a water-like blade. She handed it to Ning Changjiu with her hands flat. She smiled and said, "This is a knife, a copy of the blood knife Shentu from the Netherworld ancient kingdom a thousand years ago , The son bathed his blood all the way, so he should be equipped with this blade."

"Shen Tu..." Ning Changjiu chanted its name lightly, and took over the water-like blade. This is an extremely beautiful knife. Its handle is dark, the style is exquisite, and the blade has smooth lines. When force was poured into it, the whole knife was like a burning fire, turning into a blood-red color.

This is the sabre of Mingjun, the fallen **** of ancient times in the legend.

Ning Changjiu held Shentu and stepped on the stairs. Every step he stepped on would turn into a pale skull and fall.

He came to the temple.

The main hall is wide and there are countless women who resemble the waiters, dressed in elegant and classical palace costumes, holding unsheathed knives and standing on the side. Their faces are very beautiful, but the beauty is too old-fashioned, as if there is no Living puppet.

The most beautiful girl in the hall is sitting at the end and looking at herself with a smile, her eyes curled up like crescent moons hanging from a frosty sky.

She is still in that pure white cotton dress, but she has a light makeup on her delicate face.

"It doesn't seem to be stupid to be able to come here." Zhao Xianger said with a smile.

Listening to her slightly mocking words, Ning Changjiu was rather determined. He held Shentu in his hand and saluted, and said, "Thank you for your highness."

If she hadn't stopped her, she might have been eroded by Shura's bloodthirsty thoughts.

Zhao Xianger said: "You really hide a lot of means in your body. What is that golden body? Why can't the laws of the world hold it down?"

Ning Chang hasn’t concealed it for a long time: "Sura."

"Sura?" Zhao Xianger chewed the meaning of the word, and she said: "It doesn't sound like a good exercise...but without it, you would never see me."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly. If there was no Shura body that broke through the law, he would have been dragged down in the non-stop fighting and then failed.

This is the terrible thing about the authority of the "world". It can pull you into a restricted area, and then use indiscriminate methods to directly drag you down.

This is still just a broken "world". In the Kingdom of Suzaku, how powerful should the deity with real world authority be?

Ning Changjiu walked to the center of the main hall holding Shentu, and said: "His Royal Highness girl enlighten me, um...After the fight, no matter if you win or lose, remember to invite me to dinner."

Zhao Xianger smiled indifferently: "I will act lightly."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "If you get a heavy hand, you can only feed me spoon by spoon."

During the words, the palace maid who had guided him earlier closed the door.

All the dangling candlelights in the temple fell silent.

Zhao Xianger got up slowly. When she got up, she drew a long knife from the side of the armrest. The knife is also beautiful. Its long and narrow blade is faintly blue, like a mirror made of glazed glass. Reflected in the quiet color like a pool of water.

The spiritual energy was poured into the sword, and the cyan sword body instantly turned into a snow-white color.

The main hall suddenly became dark, and it seemed that an invisible wind blew by, and the candle in the hall was instantly extinguished.

Zhao Xianger came up from the end of the temple, and after running quietly, she lifted the knife and slashed down. Cang Luan's white sword light pierced the night, as beautiful as a girl's eyebrows.

The Shen Tu in Ning Changjiu's hand also ignited. He held the sword horizontally in front of him, and at the same time ran wildly, swiping the sword horizontally.

In the gloomy hall, the light extinguished, and the light of Cangluan and Shentu joined together to form a red and white cross.

The clash of the magic sword sounded quickly.

The ensuing blade light was as fast as lightning, smashing the previous bright light of the cross to shatter.

The violent iron blade kept hitting and rebounding, and the burst of light burst into full bloom in the dark night.

Ning Changjiu's body of Shura once again covered his body, contending with Zhao Xianger's divine body.

In Linhe City, they used to practice fist and sword each other for a month. Although Ning Changjiu was beaten unilaterally by Ning Changjiu, they knew each other's moves very well. Although bright and magnificent, it seems to be tacitly engraving the years of Linhe City. All the moves are hit and disassembled at the right time, and the dazzling light of the knife turns into countless broken lights, like a bomb in the palace Fireworks.

They are getting faster and faster, their sword moves seem to have turned into furious roars, tearing the darkness to pieces.

The rain of light flooded the entire hall, and their knife setting was so fast that the naked eye could not catch it, only the light and shadow of the blade could be seen.

Ding!

The tip of the knife and the tip of the knife touch and bounce apart.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger landed again.

The red light of the gods is like blood, and the white light of Cangluan is like clothes.

The swords in this round, they are even the same.

Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief. His worries were superfluous. With the body of Shura, he could really contend with her. It is worthy of the master's handwriting of the master, as expected...

His thoughts suddenly froze.

The maids standing on the side of the temple lit the candles again.

The fire light illuminates the hall.

Zhao Xianger looked at him with a smile.

Ning Changjiu surprisingly discovered that what she was wearing at the moment was no longer a white dress, but an expensive dance skirt. The upper body of the dance skirt was a white dress with fine gold embroidery, and under the ties of the waist, it was red. , The skirt like a camellia, the skirt is layered on top of each other, each stack is soft and staggered, it is the most prosperous beauty, and her already beautiful figure is even more elegant.

This is the ‘thousand-fold incense’ dress worn by the best dancing girl to welcome guests when Zhao Guo greets the monarchs of other countries.

She just changed into complicated and gorgeous clothes in her spare time when she was setting the sword with herself at high speed!

Complete judgments.

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, looked at her makeup and costume, and whispered: "It's so beautiful."

Zhao Xiang'er's soft and drooping sleeves, and her slightly drooping wrists, hold Cangluan. This famous sword is obviously just an imitation, but it is still beautiful and illusory, like a long and easy to fold bamboo leaf bordered by camellia.

"You are already very good, much stronger than I imagined three years ago." Zhao Xianger looked at him, smiling and applauding: "It's a pity that this is my country. Here, you can't Conquer me."

Speaking, she leaped slightly, and then her body miraculously hovered in the air like a cloud, unable to fall.

Ning Changjiu looked at her softly rolling gorgeous skirt and asked: "Is this the power of the law?"

Zhao Xianger nodded slightly, the sword in her hand was still blue, indicating that she did not use any spiritual power at the moment.

She said: "I can ignore all the extra power. Of course I can be strong without restraint. This is what monks usually call... free."

She waved the blade in her hand at will. The blade rotated thousands of times in one breath, and it almost became a stream of light.

"Are you afraid, Young Master Xiao Ning?" Zhao Xianger smiled: "If you are afraid, surrender, I can save you from suffering."

Ning Changjiu asked: "If I give up, would you choose to divorce?"

Zhao Xianger smiled, and fell to the ground lightly, apologetically: "Yes."

Ning Changjiu was silent.

Zhao Xianger explained: "I will return to the West in seven days. That's where I will go, so instead of staying and thinking about it, it's better to be clean. Um... the deadline for the marriage certificate is only ten. Six years, it should have been broken three years ago, you know."

"I know." Ning Changjiu was silent for a long time, and said: "I actually have a place to go."

"Huh?" Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe one day, I have to look back and see my master. If I come back then, I don’t know what year and month it will be."

Zhao Xianger smiled faintly: "Isn't this just right?"

"You have your way to go, and I have my way to chase." Zhao Xianger slowly returned to her senses, her beautiful dress dripping across the watery ground, she came to the case and took Cang Luan. Scabbard, "I told Lu Jiamara a long time ago that I and you are like fellows, not fellow travelers."

"Then if we didn't have these, would we get married?" Ning Changjiu asked this question, and then shook his head slightly. He didn't have these troubles in the previous life, so he missed it?

Zhao Xianger's hand stopped slightly when she received the sword. She thought about it for a while, half jokingly said: "If that's the case, it's okay to let you join Zhao Guo and be my queen, but you have to always be out of favor. Ready."

Ning Changjiu also laughed. He looked at Zhao Xianger's beautiful back. The temple seemed to be a huge collection, and its magnificence was only to cherish this ancient flower.

"Wait!" Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhao Xiang'er turned around, half of her sword was under the sheath.

Ning Changjiu said: "What is Miss Zhao anxious about? I haven't conceded yet."

Zhao Xianger sighed slightly, but with a smile on her eyebrows: "When I was beaten by me before, I begged for mercy very quickly. Why are you so stubborn now?"

Ning Changjiu shook the Shentu in his hand and said: "This time is another time."

Zhao Xianger drew out the half of the blade and said: "If you still have a means, just use it."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Can you give me some time?"

Zhao Xianger's first lightened, didn't care.

Ning Changjiu sighed deeply. He picked up the peerless blade in his hand and gently opened his palm, blood oozing out and hitting the blade. The blood melted into the blade.

He imitated the antiquity method, and wanted to melt his blood with the knife to achieve the harmony of man and knife.

Zhao Xianger gently shook his head.

Although this method is useful, it is a drop in the bucket. What's more, even if it has reached the point where the human and the knife are one, it is absolutely impossible to be her opponent at this moment.

Because she is the master of this world, she is invincible in her temple.

Ning Changjiu held his breath and focused, breathing out.

The blood of the blade is thick.

He holds the knife in his right hand, and presses his brow with his left hand.

"Tianyu."

"Too empty."

"Bei Ming."

"Three types of swords and swords."

"..."

He usurped the essence of all the swordsmanship he had learned from his own sea of ​​knowledge, and quenched them one by one on the blade. The essence of these swordsmanship or swordsmanship is like gems integrated into ironware. Every time it falls into one, the blood of the blade becomes thicker.

Zhao Xianger frowned slightly.

Ning Changjiu's sword hasn't been released yet, but the sword aura is oncoming, and her famous skirt Thousand Fold Fragrance flutters in the sword aura.

"Sura..." Ning Changjiu exhaled. In his body, the golden thread lit up again, and every bloodline was like a dormant golden dragon. They were beating vigorously, as if they were about to explode at any time. .

Zhao Xianger tapped his toes lightly.

Ning Changjiu looked at her.

She nodded.

Ning Changjiu held the knife and stepped back. The knife was not easy for him, so he imagined it as a sword, a peerless sword that once lived in the depths of the Netherworld Palace. He made a gesture of drawing a sword.

The silence is only a brief moment.

The next moment, all the candlelights were extinguished again, and a knife was cut out without any color or sharpness. This knife was like the last piece of snow on the treetops, and it was also like a decade of separation from the group about to be gloomy. The final crane, it is so lonely and thin, the curved plane is like a thin piece of paper, waiting for someone to write a pen to leave a trace.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at this knife, with surprise and admiration in her eyes.

The artistic conception of this knife is so beautiful, it reminds her of the memories of watching the sunset from a distance on a banyan tree, and the way he was holding himself in Fengdu.

Outside the world, she can't take this knife.

But the approval turned into regret.

This is her world.

The speed of the knife was unspeakable, but it was still normal in her eyes at this moment.

Cang Luan is like snow, swiping across.

The loneliness of the knife was hit by the pain point, and it was cut off instantly, so the loneliness became loneliness.

The candlelight lights up again.

Ning Changjiu stood holding the knife, his face pale, and his body wobbly.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Xianger asked.

Ning Changjiu hummed.

Zhao Xiang'er became annoyed: "What are you stubborn?"

"Then what are you asking..." Ning Changjiu wanted to fight back.

The voice fell, and his body fell.

Zhao Xianger sighed, appeared in front of him, and supported him. She looked at his pale face with a complex expression.

Ning Changjiu took her arm and coughed up blood.

"Don't force it." Zhao Xianger sighed: "You have done well enough, I am... very satisfied."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head, and his long hair fell loose.

Zhao Xianger still wanted to provide comfort, and the next moment, a golden light shone in front of her eyes.

Sneak attack again?

What a shameless villain!

Zhao Xianger was even more annoyed, thinking that he would treat you in vain. Although annoyed, she was not afraid at all. Here, Ning Changjiu had no chance of defeating her.

But soon, her expression changed.

Ning Changjiu took her hand and slammed her into a golden light.

After the golden light dissipated, everything around him changed.

"Welcome to...the kingdom of ten phases." Ning Changjiu rubbed his temples, got up with difficulty, and smiled at Zhao Xianger.

This is the world of Jinwuli.

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(Thanks again to the lord of Zhu Xiaosan, who greatly rewarded zxs~)

(Good night, cute book friends.)