Beyond the Divine States Chapter 263: : I walked into the purple court from the netherworld

"Little girl, thank you very much." Qu Wu looked at the girl who was shaking the spirit banner, and thanked him with a smile on his face.

The girl's face was as gray as death, her hand was unstable, and the flag streamer fell to the ground with a slap, tears streaming down her eyes.

Qu Wu half hung in the air, and black wings grew out of his back.

The invisible wind supported his body steadily, and the two swords in his hand vortexed at a faster speed, flicking away the combined attacks of the other disciples, and then eliminated them. They fought back with a stronger sword intent, and the three flanking disciples were shaken apart by Qu Wu's sword. They fell to the ground side by side, vomiting blood, and their injuries were of different severity.

Ning Xiaoling sighed deeply.

Looking around, there are spirit treasures all over the ground, like broken copper and rotten iron.

Behind her, there are only the thick walls of the temple, and there is no way out.

Qu Wu didn't go to see the disciple who was rolling on the floor with pain. He held a bone sword in the volley in each hand, floated over the floor and walked towards Ning Xiaoling.

"Ning...Xiaoling? Is this the name?" Qu Wu smiled. He spit out a letter, waving his fingers at random, and the two swords danced around him, his face turned into a white snake and asked with a smile. : "Are there any surprises?"

Ning Xiaoling listened to his words, but her tight heartstrings suddenly loosened a lot.

She thought, what would he do if he faced such a situation?

She couldn't think of an answer, so she didn't think much about it at all.

If the soul returns to Jiuquan in misfortune, perhaps by the bridge, the familiar white robe is waiting for her, and if she meets, she might still have the opportunity to say that the brother has not seen her for a long time.

"There are no surprises."

There is no surprise, only believe in the knife in his hand.

After she finished speaking, she tightened her lips. She held a long slender knife in both hands, and the red bladed knife with black handle was facing her center.

The girl's expression is focused.

But life is not a story. Willpower can make people stronger, but it can't bridge the gap.

When Qu Wu saw Ning Xiaoling rushing towards him with a knife in both hands, she knew that her defeat was set.

Ning Xiaoling sprinted quickly, leaping into the air, like a bird taking off from the edge of a cliff, Shen Tu instantly lifted above his head and slammed down against Qu Wu.

The arc of the knife is like a halo of moon shadow.

The ghost mist gathered around was split instantly.

The blood-red light of the sword was dozens of feet long, spreading from one end of the hall to the other.

This is a knife that almost surpasses the pinnacle of Longevity.

Qu Wu's figure was locked by the light of Shen Tu's sword, but he was awe-inspiring and even stepped forward.

Shen Tu's sword is hard, but his bone sword is also made of feathered snake wing bones. All the existing feathered snakes are descendants of Lord Mingjun, and the blades of Mingjun's scales, in terms of hardness alone, will not lose too much of this magic sword.

Not to mention that Ning Xiaoling has only a mere life.

Qu Wu's two swords are one, and he holds the sword and cuts it upwards in a way that seems to interrupt the flow of the sword in a martial arts hall.

It was the decapitation technique used in the underworld in the past, with only a simple stab, but in hell, I don't know how many heads of betrayers were killed.

He is also a betrayer...

The combined sword slashed into the sky, and the blood-red sword intent was cut into two pieces by the volley in the loud sound of breaking!

As soon as Ning Xiaoling dragged the broken blood shadow to the ground, Qu Wu's sword came again.

Qu Wu initially thought that she was just a little girl with no realm and no actual combat experience, but even if he crushed a whole realm, he could not completely knock her down in a short time. This kind of toughness is admirable, but in The life and death battle is of little significance.

The rest of the disciples who fell to the ground watched Ning Xiaoling quickly fall into the wind, Qu Wu's sword became more and more fierce, and after a single impact, Ning Xiaoling's sword light became weaker and weaker. .

Minglang got up with difficulty. He cut the skin of the feather snake with a sword and drank its blood, trying to save some strength.

After all, he is in the Purple Court Realm. Even if the Qi Sea is broken, he still has recovered a lot of strength in the breath adjustment just now.

The Ming Corridor was full of feather-snake-smelling blood. He drew the iron sword from the flesh and blood, and ran a mouthful of spiritual power, carrying a purple thunder and lightning, and rushed towards Quwu.

Qu Wu looked complacent, and his two-in-one bone sword separated again, like a butterfly spreading its closed wings.

Qu Wu pushed towards Ning Xiaoling with a sword, and held the sword in his other hand to face the bright corridor.

The most critical Qi Sea of ​​Ming Corridor was damaged. He could only mobilize a breath of energy and could not replace it. So even though he was aggressive, the first sword even faintly suppressed Qu Wu, but his diminishing strength was also cliff-like.

The other disciples drew their swords one after another, regrouped to encircle and suppress them.

Qu Wu looked at this scene and couldn't help but recalled the past many years ago.

At that time, countless Nether tribesmen took thunder-hardened blades and slashed at themselves-it was once the **** of their faith and was worshipped by them religiously.

But after that great catastrophe, everything changed.

The temple was destroyed, the tribe fell apart, it lost most of its power, and the devotees faced each other with swords...

The seeds of hatred have been buried in the Valley of the White Snake God for hundreds of years, and the flowers of sin are like the black wings spreading out behind him.

Can't bear to remember...

He slowly turned from a human into a feathered snake again.

The force in the suppressed body also began to expand and release.

The bone sword cuts in the air, the lines intertwined sharply.

Ning Xiaoling's knife was gradually dissipated.

The aura of Ming Corridor was also exhausted, and he was nailed back to the wall with a sword, half faint and half dead.

The other disciples couldn't cause effective attacks at all.

No one can reverse everything.

Qu Wu felt a little lonely.

His body broke through the straw clothes of illusion and deceit, and his strong muscles burst out one after another. Behind it even grew a slender but powerful tail, and the pair of black wings came from From the shoulder blades, every time it slaps, it will bring out an illusory feather blade.

Half man, half snake, the divinity is not extinguished.

This is the long-lost freedom and power.

The tearful girl watched Ming Corridor seriously wounded, and watched Ning Xiaoling retreat steadily. She couldn't bear the depression anymore, and rushed over with the hoisting banner in her hand.

Qu Wu looked at her and smiled faintly: "Good girl, see I can't spare time, did you take the initiative to send this weapon over?"

Speaking, he stretched out a palm to block the flag.

The claw-growing hand gripped the top of the flagpole and twisted it.

The little girl was shocked and numb, and then she was blasted off.

Qu Wu won the flagpole.

At the same time, Ning Xiaoling could no longer withstand the pressure of the bone sword. After blocking the shore-like blow of the ancient sword giant boat, her body was also pressed against the wall by the impact.

The dust fell and stuck to Ning Xiaoling's messy hair.

Qu Wu held the hoisting flag, looked at the straight flagpole and smooth face, and smiled: "It is indeed the magic weapon of the Nether Dao Lingzong, and the material structure is extraordinary."

Netherworld Spirit Sect...

That was the name of Gu Lingzong before it was renamed.

Ning Xiaoling held the wall with one hand and held the broken blade weakly with the other. The pain was killing her fighting spirit. She wished that she could see the figure in white clothes standing in front of her when she raised her head...Unfortunately, everything was dreamy.

Qu Wu began to wave the flag, like a victor and return in a triumph.

The yin wind screams, Hundred Ghosts Ye walks.

In the gray fog, the wraith spirits that had died here are revived, condensed and formed, and came in the fog.

This is the site of the White Snake Temple, and it is also an ancient battlefield. There are countless corpses that decayed here and fell into the yellow spring. Although they have been dead for many years and lost their wisdom and wisdom, they still sleep in this land. In, waiting to be awakened one day.

Qu Wu danced with flags.

The evil spirits came at their orders, gathering more and more.

He opened his blood basin and swallowed them into his body.

The figure of the feathered snake is getting bigger and bigger, and these dead spirits have become its flesh and blood again. As long as it keeps swallowing like this, it will be able to take the dead as its body and become the **** of feathered snakes that travel through the netherworld.

The existence of this holy flag is also a god-given spiritual treasure to him.

But soon, Qu Wu's face changed slightly.

He found that there was more than one whirlwind of undead in this hall.

Not far from him, there is also an eye for wind.

Ning Xiaoling stood in the center of Fengyan.

Shen Tu, which was about to be dimmed, contained the dead souls and burst into blood again.

This is a surprise for Ning Xiaoling.

She can feel that this knife is gradually waking up.

Qu Wu narrowed his eyes, revealing his killing intent.

The little girl made the absurd act of "sending the flag" to herself before, but she did not expect to have done the same thing.

Qu Wu swung his sword.

The surrounding evil spirit storm subsided instantly.

Ning Xiaoling stood in place, the knife in her hand was full of power, and those powers also fed back to herself, making her realm a little higher.

She jumped from the upper realm of longevity to the peak of longevity, half a step into the purple court!

But it still doesn't make sense.

Because Qu Wu has improved more than her, in a short period of time, he has already entered the second floor of Zi Ting from the first stage of Zi Ting.

Qu Wu held his sword steadily in his left and right hands, and the spirit-bearing flag stood behind him like a battle flag.

He felt the power flowing in his body.

The bloodline is like the water of the yellow spring, and the flesh and blood are like the soul of a ghost.

"Little girl, I will take your knife and the fragments of authority in your body...become a new Mingjun." Qu Wu quietly opened his mouth, his double-edged blades drew a perfect arc, and fell into the air.

Ning Xiaoling did not go to see him.

She looked at the glowing blood blade in her hand.

At this moment, she felt her knife stick to her hand.

Shen Tu is connected to her palm, penetrates into her thinking, leveraging all the knowledge and cultivation system in her sea of ​​knowledge.

She felt that her arm was about to wave with the moves that came to her mind.

But it was not her self-awareness, but the knife commanding her body.

This feeling... one man and one knife?

Ning Xiaoling thinks she should be surprised, but she can't do this kind of emotion.

Her emotions are also controlled by Shen Tu!

When Quwu rushed in the air, Shen Tu made his own response.

Her body does it involuntarily, the coordination of spiritual power, and the choice of moves have reached the perfection that her body and swordsmanship reserve can do.

Qu Wu was surprised.

The first time they met each other, the two of them collided and dismantled them, and he fell in love.

Ning Xiaoling's impenetrable magic sword accurately inserted into the gap of her swordsmanship, pierced into the scale armor, and provoked a snake scale stained with flesh and blood.

Qu Wu quickly recovered where he was injured.

He looked serious, brandishing his double swords, and slashed towards Ning Xiaoling who was standing on the ground.

Ning Xiaoling first used hermit technique to evade the lock of sword energy, and then jumped forward half a foot with Ling Bo step. This half foot happened to be the center of Quwu sword energy, and then she used the illusion of Ancient Lingzong Set the technique to stabilize the figure, and then take the two styles of Tianzong's sand snow autumn makeup, and use the Baihongguan Japanese style to stab the body toward the landing point of Qu Wu.

This series of complex operations, whether it is the change of moves or the circulation of spiritual veins, is almost completed in an instant.

This is something that a normal practitioner can never do.

Qu Wu was hit by a blow to his right shoulder, and his figure was forced to slide a certain distance, and then hit the ground with his long tail to lift his body support, removing that part of his power.

Ning Xiaoling's broken sword reversed direction, and rushed over with many kinds of swordsmanship.

Qu Wu quickly understood the problem.

This knife...

"It really is a famous sword..." Qu Wu smiled even more, "Unfortunately you don't deserve it."

He didn't panic about Shentu's sword unity.

On the contrary, he hadn't experienced this kind of bliss with swords and swords for many years, and his blood boiled instead.

The power rotates every day.

The air flow from the air lifted his body, and his slender snake body became stronger, looking like a long whip made of steel.

In the gray mist, countless ripples burst out like a circle of fire.

The sound of thunder and lightning, the whistling of the undead, the clash of sword blades, the instantaneous sound of flames...In the messy cut lines, the two figures were submerged, and the thousands of noises gathered into a frenzy.

The little girl and the three other male disciples looked at this place, excited.

Because they can faintly feel that this combat power, Ning Xiaoling and this feathered snake demon are faintly divided!

The ghostly mist was knocked away and closed again.

The arc cut by the blade is like a moon in the cloud.

The red light of the sword and the white sword aura, they cut and flickered, hitting from the ground to the beams of the hall.

Ning Xiaoling's figure kept dodge on the beam, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Qu Wu was squandering his strength, using a brutal way to drop ten guilds with a single force, constantly squeezing Ning Xiaoling's power, and the trauma caused by Ning Xiaoling was severe but not fatal.

But this also made Qu Wu feel anxious.

Because of late change, the two of them dragged on like this. If the people of the Ancient Lingzong were aware of the clues, then he would really give up all his previous efforts!

Naihe Bridge's prohibition can stop these little guys, but it can't stop those old things.

The beams of the house kept falling down.

Ning Xiaoling soon lost all her footing and was forced to fall back to the ground.

The killing intent fell together with the sound of the wind.

Not waiting for Ning Xiaoling to raise her head, Shen Tu has already reacted.

Ning Xiaoling greeted her with a knife.

This time, she used an unprecedented set of swordsmanship.

That's a swordsmanship that is a blend of the heart sutra spirits of the Ancient Lingzong and the inner swords of the Yujian Tianzong!

Ning Xiaoling's temperament has also changed.

There were wisps of ghostly air around her body, and a faint life of death appeared on her delicate and lovely face, which made her already pale face paler.

"This kind of swordsmanship...this kind of swordsmanship..." At this moment, the always confident Qu Wu couldn't help but mutter to himself: "How is it possible? Why do you use the sword of disaster? Who taught you this? Of?"

Ning Xiaoling would not answer, because the brother told her that bad guys love to say more, and the master is always silent.

She took it as a good word.

But she also knew the name of this swordsmanship-the sword of disaster.

This was a question that she had been thinking about for a long time, and then she was cracked and informed by a kind person with that ugly word.

Disaster restraint...sounds very strong.

When Ning Xiaoling really used it, she discovered that this kind of swordsmanship was not only powerful, it might even be specifically designed to kill feather snakes!

All of Qu Wu's attack trajectories were predicted and blocked in advance by this kind of swordsmanship, even if it was his sudden tail flick, he had a strategy to deal with it.

The sword technique of Tianzong Yujian has a completely different appearance, glowing with a brand-new splendor.

Smashed armor, peeled scales, broken bones, beheaded, dissected...

The knife light in Ning Xiaoling's hand carried an intent to kill people, and with a smooth and flowing motion, he pressed towards Qu Wu.

Qu Wu is not losing, but his husband is afraid.

"What is the relationship between you and her? Is she still alive? How could she still be alive..."

Qu Wu controlled his spiritual power to resist the ensuing culling of the girl.

Ning Xiaoling listened to his mumbling, but she couldn't help but asked: "Who is she?"

"Who is she? You ask who she is? Are you really ignorant or pretend?" Qu Wu suddenly seemed to be mad, he broke free from the stubbornly suppressed moves, and the bone sword was breathed. Many white crosses were waved in between.

Qu Wu relied on the unique advantage of his realm, and quickly reversed his occupation. His two swords slashed fiercely, and angrily whispered: "She is a betrayer... is a curse... is a kid who likes conspiracy. People, she, people like her, dare to call themselves emperor!"

Qu Wu imagined Ning Xiaoling as her.

He used the anger in his heart to suppress instinctive fear and regain the upper hand.

He understood immediately.

This girl must be that woman's personal disciple...The disciple is just a disciple, no matter how high she is in swordsmanship, she is always a real crush in terms of realm.

He just needs to take advantage of his own advantages and drag her to death slowly.

My own injuries can heal quickly, but hers can't.

Ning Xiaoling also understood this.

I can't win with all the means...

This is the difference between Changsheng and Zi Ting.

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but think of Madam Bai.

It would be great if the brother was here...

She felt powerless, regretful, and hopeless, and then she realized that her emotions were slowly returning to her body!

This shows that Shen Tu's influence on him is also weakening!

It won’t take long until Shen Tu’s connection with herself is completely cut off, then she will undoubtedly die.

Zi Ting...If only I could enter the Purple Ting.

She can feel that her realm is no more than a line from Zi Ting.

But how can she surpass that line?

"Pull the flag!" Ning Xiaoling shouted at the bottom: "Pull the flag, call the soul!!!"

Everyone heard her.

Qu Wu laughed: "Want to live on this? Wishful thinking..."

The sword light pierced the sky.

Ning Xiaoling shouted again at the bottom, "Calling the soul." Then she mobilized all her strength and rushed towards Qu Wu.

She wants to stop him and delay the time for the people below.

The disciples below looked at each other.

They have seen the previous scene.

The spirit banner dances, and the white snake gains far more benefits than Ning Xiaoling.

This...

Is Junior Sister Xiaoling crazy?

None of them moved.

Above, Ning Xiaoling's miserable hum came over.

The clash of swords is heart palpitating.

The little girl was the first to shout: "I believe in Little Sister!"

She made many wrong decisions before, so she is not afraid of making mistakes!

The big deal will die together.

She rushed to the homing banner, held it in both hands, and rivets it enough to pull it up.

However, the flag banner of Qu Wu Jiang was inserted into the ground severely before, and her current strength simply couldn't pull it out.

She raised her head and looked at other people, and said angrily: "What are you still doing there, come and help, do you want to watch Senior Sister Xiaoling be killed?"

The other three glanced at each other and nodded vigorously, and they ran over too, adding strength.

But the flag banner was too deadly. The three of them were injured and severely injured. They couldn't use their full strength at all.

The flag streamer doesn't move at all.

In the sky, Ning Xiaoling has already shown obvious signs of decline.

The connection between the blade and her is like a lesson tree, and Qu Wu's sword is an axe that cuts the trunk.

Even if this tree is huge, it will eventually be cut off.

Ning Xiaoling's sword of restraining disaster is exhausted.

The knife she split was stopped by Qu Wu with double swords, Qu Wu flicked its tail and slammed Ning Xiaoling's abdomen.

The girl's body was directly pulled out, and with a bang, she slammed into the wall and plunged into the broken wall.

Qu Wu ignored those who raised the flag.

Because he doesn't care at all.

He even hoped that they would pull out the flag quickly. When a certain scene happened, he looked forward to Ning Xiaoling's wonderful and desperate look.

But he will not wait deliberately.

Ning Xiaoling's realm of sword unity has been defeated, and the next step is torture.

He looked at his equally scarred body, very dissatisfied.

Although these injuries are not fatal, they are really embarrassing to be injured across borders.

He thought about this, but he didn't move slowly.

He twisted the sword to his right cheek, and his figure ejected like a spear.

This is Ning Xiaoling's first sword.

He intends to use this sword to send her the end.

He took a sword into the wall where Ning Xiaoling was pierced.

The girl's screams were thrilling.

Blood bursts out.

"Pull the flag..."

She was vomiting blood and her voice was faint.

The little girl pulling the flag exhausted all her strength, and she burst into tears anxiously.

Ning Xiaoling's voice became more and more empty.

She was still struggling to resist, but in fact she was no different from the lamb to be slaughtered.

Ning Xiaoling clung to his sword with a knife, protecting the vitality of Zi Ting Qihai.

But she can only block one handle.

The other sword was delivered neatly into her lower abdomen.

Body colic.

Ning Xiaoling grabbed his sword holding hand and tried to push it away.

But where is her strength Qu Wu's opponent?

The sword pierced little by little, about to penetrate her lower abdomen and nail her firmly to the wall.

The big picture is set.

Qu Wu looked at her, he could already imagine the scene where after nailing her to death, opening her Qi Hai Zi Ting, and personally extracting the fragments of Mingjun's authority.

In the main hall, the little girl cried out heartbreakingly: "You guys are working hard...Are you guys, working hard!!!"

The meridians bulged on the arms of the other three disciples, and their muscles exploded.

They also tried their best, but the flag was only slightly loosened and could not be pulled out.

Ning Xiaoling's screams became weaker and weaker, as if she was about to die at any time.

"I'll come too..."

Behind the little girl, a voice sounded.

Ming Corridor did not know when he woke up, he staggered, and his blood-stained hand was also on the hoisting banner.

The little girl's expression was shocked and she immediately cheered up.

None of them are talking nonsense.

"One, two, three...Pull up!"

The four yelled together.

They come from different four channels, but they burst out with the same roar.

Crack!

The homing flag was pulled out.

The little girl was unstable. She backed down and sat on the ground. She couldn't feel the pain, but she couldn't help tears anymore and really cried.

The others grabbed the pole and tried their best to dance the hoist flags.

The flag is flying, I don't know if it's an inspiration or an end.

The spirit of the ghost is coming.

Ning Xiaoling was nailed to the wall. She was covered in blood, and her abdomen was penetrated by an iron sword.

The evil spirits are raging behind him.

Qu Wu ignored him, he sighed: "How stupid you are... Don't you know that there is a heart demon tragedy when entering the purple court? By then, you will be covered in cocoon clothes, and ordinary people in cocoon can't stab them. I can't penetrate it, but I can easily penetrate it with Shentu and kill you."

Ning Xiaoling vomited a mouthful of blood, her lips fluttered, she seemed to be speechless, and the gurgling sound of her throat seemed to be a laugh.

Evil spirits are coming.

Ning Xiaoling's noodles are like golden paper.

Qu Wu looked at her face with a sad expression.

Is it meaningful to step into the purple court at the last moment of life?

Ning Xiaoling slowly raised her head.

Qu Wu's expression suddenly solidified.

"How is it possible?!"

He yelled in defeat.

He clearly sensed that Ning Xiaoling had broken through that line and stepped into the Purple Court Realm.

But why, there is no sign of cocooning on her body.

Impossible? This is the law of heaven and earth, no one can resist!

Unless...

Unless she has already experienced a heart-devil catastrophe! Did she fall from the purple court?

How is it possible? How can it be!

Qu Wu clearly perceives that she is just an ordinary girl...

Qu Wu tried his best to continue pushing the sword, shattering her internal organs, and killing her completely.

But the sword is difficult to advance.

"Your realm..." Qu Wu's vertical pupils condensed into a line.

Shen Tu reappeared with ominous blood.

The dying Ning Xiaoling raised her **** little face, she held the hand of Qu Wu's stabbing sword, and squeezed it fiercely.

There was a sudden crackling of bones.

"I'm in the purple court." Ning Xiaoling's lips curled up, showing a hard, happy, relieved smile.

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(Guardian Xiaoling!)

(There is only this chapter today, because I have something to go out during the day, so I finished writing all night...Book friends Meng, National Day, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Thank you for your company and support all the way.)