Beyond the Divine States Chapter 337: : The Demon King’s Conspiracy, the Way in the Volume

The heavy rain poured into the woods, and the rocks of Bhikkhu Peak were washed by the rain and glowed with silver in the thunder light.

The huge ginseng fruit tree stands in the rain, the only fruit on the branch is swaying, and the squally rain rushes across the tree gaps, screaming, just like the cry of ginseng fruit.

The little monkey ran wildly among the rainstorm forest. The blood rushed through his body, his heart beating violently, like the sound of drums beating in the ears.

The rain whipped its body, and every note seemed to weigh tens of millions. In the dark woods, it raised its head and looked at the raindrops falling in the sky, with infinite fear in its heart.

The little monkey demon kept panting, holding its head, kneeling next to a huge tree, and crying in depressed voice.

The guest did not chase.

He stared at his blood-stained legs when he was running in the woods before, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but recall what happened two days ago.

On that day, it wanted to be the guide of the white-clothed guest, but the guest did not agree. After being separated from the little fairies, it was lucky and took a delivery job. When it was passing Qijuefeng, it always talked well and was fascinated by it. The fog demon king of chess stopped it.

The Fog Demon King gave him a task to track down the young people who had left here. He asked what the Mist Demon King was going to do, but the Mist Demon King didn't answer. The monkey demon was even more puzzled and asked why he chose himself. The Fog Demon King said, because you are ordinary enough, you won't be suspicious.

Because of the Mist Demon King’s obstruction, the Monkey Demon was late in delivering the goods. Not only did it make no money, it even posted it upside down. It was frightened by the Demon King’s power and had to agree.

So these days, after work, it will also inquire about the whereabouts of guests.

But... Bhikkhu Peak.

The Mist Demon King was once the subordinate of True Monarch Bhikkhu Peak Bailu... It remembered the infamous ginseng fruit tree, and a cold in its heart made its stomach twitch.

Although it has always had bad luck, it knows that it actually possesses extraordinary spirituality.

Its eyes are very bright, and it even feels like fire when it sees something. It can see many things that ordinary people can't see... it has never told other people about this.

It had been hiding on the mountain before, watching the guests walking past the ginseng fruit tree, and seeing him and the demon tree invisibly entangled in contact, after the heavy rain, he became more uneasy, and even more at the guests On the mountain path I was walking, I saw many scattered illusory bones.

Many people who have come to Ten Thousand Demons City for the first time may think that the life of monsters here is pretty good... But the real Ten Thousand Demons City is far more cruel than they have seen.

The saint has been dead for five hundred years, and the rules that existed back then have been shaken. In these years, those inferior kings have created countless karma debts.

The monkey demon hid in the depths of the dense forest, shivering and drenched in the rain.

Bai Lu... True Monarch Bai Lu would not care about my life and death, right?

The monkey demon's legs were weak, thinking about the two little monkey cubs in the cave, and got up with difficulty, copied the trail, and walked down the mountain.

Kang, it just passed a big tree, and the cheeks of the pointed monkey's cheeks were illuminated again.

Thunder and lightning hit the giant wood beside it with precision.

It raised its head, and there seemed to be fire in its pupils.

Before losing consciousness, the pupils of the little monkey demon reflected a picture it had never seen before.

It was a fire fierce enough to swallow the torrential rain in an instant. In the flame, huge dragon corpses stood majestic, thorny bones swallowed flames, like white chains, the gods and Buddhas could not see their faces, but There are countless silhouettes draped in armor and iron armor. Its feet are piled with bones. Those bones seem to be still crying, roaring, and raging in the raging wind, full of unwilling, soul-spattered gods!

It crouched, like a small white bone, and also like a Buddha taller than the sky.

Ahead, a round of black sun rises from the horizon, but the thunder and lightning burst out as slender petals.

Thunder and lightning struck the tree, and the flames swallowed its monkey hair. The little monkey with its docked tail lost consciousness, and its scorched body fell to the ground in a daze.

The rain swallowed it.

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The Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Outside its central head, there were eight ghost fires hanging. Those ghost fires formed a mask of a lion, and each face had different emotions and anger.

These are the nine sides of it.

It looked at the rain and couldn't help but think of a ghost turtle.

More than five hundred years ago, the torrential rain that fell like the sky was a hundred times bigger than tonight. At that time, its best friend was responsible for suppressing the mountain torrent. Since then, there has been no news. It should be gone.

Nine Spirits Yuansheng retracted his thoughts.

It turned around and stepped on the floor tiles of many beast bones. The armor it wears is like a knife. Its burly body is strong and strong, and it contains enough power to beat the wind and cloud with a punch.

In the darkness of the geomancy map, the hidden temple in the peak of the Ten Thousand Demons City, the Nine Spirit Yuansheng listened to the noisy rain outside and walked towards the depths of the towering hall of the demons.

In the depths of the hall, a demon king with a golden feather crown is also watching the rain.

It wears a suit of armor made of feathers, and every feather is the fate of the demon sparrow it killed. The armor made of these feathers is already quite good. It is an ordinary **** in the world. The soldiers couldn't cut off a piece at all.

It is the Golden Winged Roc, the only demon saint left in the Ten Thousand Demon City-the Great Saint Huntian.

But it is not as powerful by itself.

Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked at the dark golden feathers flowing from the Golden Wing Roc, and the wings gathered behind him looked like two ancient epees.

"You did not practice the Ten Thousand Monster Art, I advise you to die of this heart." Nine Spirits Yuansheng looked at its back and said lightly.

The Golden Winged Dapeng withdrew its gaze from the heavy rain. It was wearing a mask, which was red and looked sharp, like a mask of a crow.

Behind the mask, the Golden Winged Roc's voice faintly sounded: "I originally thought we were fellow men."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng raised up the face of the lion, and its voice seemed heavy: "You have swallowed gods, immortals, and kinsmen, but even if you can swallow the whole world in your abdomen, So what? The Six Gods in the early days have already proved that the sum of everything in the mortal dust can't overturn the sky."

The Golden Winged Roc looked at it, and a strange smile appeared under the mask: "Break the sky? Hahaha... I didn't expect you to live two thousand years old and still have such a dream!"

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng was silent.

The Golden Wing Dapeng said coldly: "The things that the saints failed to break are truly solid. We are crushed to pieces and we cannot shake them. I admire you very much. I have not been desperate after such an era. Swallowed, but you also understand that loneliness is useless."

"But without loneliness and blood, life will be very painful." The Nine Spirit Yuansheng said: "Most of the spirit-opening demons in Ten Thousand Demons City can spend their lives in peace, but we can't, we There are still long years. Our lives are destined to see the rise of the dark sun with our own eyes, and then it will be true despair."

The dark sun rises, and the dark lord truly descends on the earth, when the spiritual energy is dissipated, the life is dead, all things are deconstructed, and the bones become ashes...

That was the end predicted by the saint five hundred years ago.

The Golden Wing Roc said leisurely: "I look forward to that day, it is the day of liberation."

The Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked at it and shook his head slightly: "500 years ago, you had betrayed the monster race, the saint was kind, and spared you not to die. Now... are you going to regenerate?"

The Golden Winged Dapeng smiled bluntly: "After the disappearance of the Peacock King, what is the memory of everything in the world? I respect the saint, but I also look forward to his death! There is no immortal soul. Shelter, I may still find some fun in the world at last."

On the side of the mane of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, the faint blue ghost fire turned into a face.

The Golden Winged Roc felt the killing intent, and behind its crow-like mask, a smile appeared: "Nine-headed lion, I know that your realm is stronger than mine, you could have been stronger... It's a pity that you were born There are nine poems, but we have not eaten or eat for a hundred years. We are demons, not ascetics. If this continues, the nine poems that you have worked so hard will also betray you sooner or later. When that happens, you will disintegrate the nine segments on your own without the need of others. Who can save you when I see, and who can you save!"

Nine Spirit Yuansheng was indifferent to its questioning, and its voice was low and said: "So you can't pull out the sacred artifact."

Gold Wing Roc's face is gloomy.

Before the saint's body was broken, he cut the flesh and bones into cold iron, and cast four dead soldiers, gifted them to four dead monsters, and then used the remaining blood and bones to forge the walls of ten thousand monsters.

The sacred artifact it got was a petrified bow.

These years have passed, and its demon power has reached the peak it can reach, but it still cannot draw out the divine bow, which is regarded as a shame.

Gold Wing Dapeng sneered and asked: "You can pull out the sacred artifact, but who can you cut to?"

Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "The iron umbrella is used to cover the rain, not to kill."

The electric light flickered, and the sound of thunder came from a distant place, shaking back and forth in the hall, and the strong wind shook the bone sculpture doll hanging in the window to clashed.

"Where is your deer? Going back?" Nine Spirit Yuansheng asked suddenly.

The Golden Wing Roc said coldly: "That is a debt owed by Bailu, and it has nothing to do with me. Now the debt collector has come to the door. It wants to seek asylum with me, so I don’t want to blend in, so I gave it two. Magic weapon."

Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "What the white deer did has already crossed the bottom line of Ten Thousand Demons City."

The Golden Winged Dapeng said: "Where is the bottom line in Ten Thousand Demons City? When the woman brought the sword into the city, I didn't see anyone to stop it."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng shook his head lightly and said: "The sword cannot enter the city. It is only suitable for outsiders. She is the great disciple in the sky. The city of Ten Thousand Demons has been stable to this day. They are indispensable. You don't have to cover this matter. ."

The Golden Wing Roc said: "What do I need to cover?"

Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "Don’t pretend, isn’t it you that Bai Lu obeys? If it weren’t for your instruction, how could it get into the five realms with its talents, and how dare to monopolize the ginseng fruit with its deeds? Tree? You watered the bloodthirsty tree with the bones of the same race. No matter what the outcome, you will always be retributed."

Under the crow mask, the killing intent of the Golden Winged Roc was revealed through the mask.

The ghost fire head on the side of Nine Spirits Yuansheng’s head went out. He slowly walked into the depths of the hall and said quietly: "I’m very curious. In the future, you will get the so-called holy fruit. After swallowing it, how much power will you have? , Can you pull out your unique sacred artifact."

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Kang Dang!

Thunder is still ringing.

In the night of heavy rain, Ning Changjiu collected the paper and looked at the dark clouds in the night sky.

Ning Changjiu said: "What does this mean?"

Si Ming said: "Don't you want to understand?"

Ning Changjiu's face is gloomy, he can guess something.

"I'm going to see that monkey, that monkey is so unlucky, sending letters in the rain, don't die." Ning Changjiu sighed.

Si Ming responded indifferently, her eyes always looking at the sky, looking for anyone to step on the clouds.

Ning Changjiu walked into the forest.

A small fire ignited in the forest, and the flames fluttered in the heavy rain, and it was not extinguished in a short time.

Ning Changjiu's figure swiftly shuttled through the forest, his sword eyes opened, and he clearly saw the traces of the monkey demon passing by.

After going back and forth, Ning Changjiu stopped under a big tree that was split by thunder.

He leaned down, picked up a leaf and sniffed it.

He raised his head and looked at the rain curtain ahead, with a puzzled look.

The breath of the monkey demon was clearly cut off here.

But what about others?

Even if it was struck by thunder and fire, the flesh and bones turned into fly ashes, and there should always be traces left. Why... disappeared without a trace?

Ning Changjiu wandered in the woods for a while, without finding any traces, he turned slightly and returned to Si Ming's side.

During the heavy rain, the white deer in the forest has long disappeared, and large tracts of stone camellia are blooming in the mountainside. They bloom in response to the heavy rain, blooming in splendor.

"Where are we going now?" Si Ming asked softly.

Ning Changjiu said: "If the power of Emperor Ming is really here, we must not go."

Si Ming said: "Then you have to live up to that little monkey demon's kindness?"

Ning Changlong thought about the monkey who was missing in the woods, life and death uncertain, sighed, and said: "What do you think should be done now?"

Si Ming said: "Go up the mountain."

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly: "Why?"

Simming said: "Before we were not sure of Bailu's position, but now we are sure. In other words, we switched light and dark with it, pretending that nothing happened at this moment, go back and wait, and then do it well. Preparation for the assassination is the most appropriate move."

Ning Changjiu looked at Si Ming and said, "You...seem to be smarter."

Si Ming always felt that he was insulting himself, and said coldly: "I think you are dreaming and stupid!"

Ning Changjiu suddenly realized that he really had a dream to do!

The two stood on the mountainside for a while, and their figures came to the top of the mountain in a few flashes, and the waves of the stone camellia were thrown behind them.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming walked into the mansion as usual.

The virgin boys and girls stood at the door, smiling sweetly at them. They each held their umbrellas, and they were so cute.

"The guest has finally returned." The boy opened the door for them.

The virgin handed the umbrella in her hand to Ning Changjiu, and said: "It is raining today, but I did not prepare the rain for the guests. The guests must not blame it. Do not tell Grandpa Shouxing about this."

Ning Chang did not take the umbrella for a long time, but just said: "Well, don't worry."

The virgin smiled.

The boy asked: "The guest came back so late, I don't know where he went?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "I went to the nearby Demon Temple and paid homage to the legacy of the demon saints in the past."

The virgin listened, tilted her head and said: "Those are the real big figures of the Yaozu."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are there only four demon saints?"

The boy said: "Naturally not. Grandpa Jinpeng is still alive. It is one of the most powerful demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City."

The virgin glared at him, and said: "Nothing is blocked."

The boy had a look of Rongyan, disdainfully said: "What can't you say about this?"

The door opened, and they welcomed Ning Changjiu and Si Ming in.

The two walked through the dark room, and the candles lit up one after another.

The virgin looked at Ning Changjiu and smiled sweetly: "If the son has any special instructions, just call me."

Si Ming glanced at it.

The virgin soul was pale with fright.

You...Are you not Taoists? I'm just kidding, as for?

The virgin apologized and backed away angrily.

Si Ming said coldly: "A small flower spirit who is not a climate dare to do this. It seems that they have a lot of dependence behind them."

The two returned to the house.

Ning Changjiu scanned for a week and said, "I haven't been passive."

Si Ming nodded, and said: "There is no mystery in this house. Maybe the White Deer Demon doesn't want to startle the snake."

Ning Changjiu opened the window for ventilation, and the cold rain flickered into the window.

Si Ming sat down at the table, folded his legs, made tea and sat quietly, saying: "Let’s talk about tomorrow’s plan."

Ning Changjiu sat down beside her and nodded gently.

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In the realm of Suzaku God's trial, Zhao Xianger fiercely inserted the sword into the white bones in front of him. The white bones had horns on their skulls, and the flesh and blood condensed by flames lost their vitality, and they fell.

Zhao Xianger grabbed the bones of the demon bird, and suddenly twisted the sword in his hand. In the cracking sound, the sword cut open the bird bone and chopped it into two pieces.

The head fell to the ground, and the bone rolled twice.

After the bone was killed in battle, he was backlashed by the flames in his body, and instantly burned into ashes, dripping from Zhao Xianger's white fingers.

The air-condensed wall shattered, and the foggy road ahead appeared in its embryonic form.

Zhao Xianger breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat down in the middle of the battlefield as usual, regained her energy, and went to face the next monster bird.

Today's demon sparrow is much stronger than yesterday's, but the power she spends to kill it has decreased.

Is this related to that absurd dream?

Zhao Xianger became more and more convinced that this dream was also part of Suzaku's trial.

It's just that in the dreamland, apart from the love and hate face, there seems to be nothing dangerous...what is it trying to test me?

Zhao Xianger has a feeling that after she goes to bed today, she will continue the dream of last night.

She was lucky this morning. After losing the bet last night, she woke up in time, but... are you going to face it again?

Zhao Xianger bit her lip, reluctantly in every possible way.

Why became his junior sister somehow! Hum...Insidious villain knows to deceive people with rhetoric!

Zhao Xianger thought that she was in Three Thousand Worlds, seeing some pictures through the mirror, and was furious.

Entering a dream tonight, no matter what, you have to beat him in the dream to get out of your breath!

Thinking about this, Zhao Xianger slid his sword and set a few sword charms on his side in case of any accidents, then slowly fell asleep, and gradually fell into a dream.

Sure enough, the dream continued.

Zhao Xianger found that she was sitting in the same place with the scroll still in front of her. She raised her head, but did not see Ning Changjiu's face.

Huh? Is it possible that the person in the dream can still feel his anger and ran away in advance?

Zhao Xianger was very puzzled, she stood up, searched the Taoist temple, but failed to catch him.

"Huh! A dream won't make me worry!"

There was nowhere to vent the anger in her heart. Zhao Xianger was even more annoyed. She sat down on the stone bench with a fierce face, staring at the front, waiting for Ning Changjiu to appear, but after waiting for a long time, she did not see each other. Figure.

Forget it...

Zhao Xiang'er rubbed her cheeks, calmed down some anger, thinking that she could finally have some lucid dreams, and the time in the dreams must not be wasted!

She spread out the scriptures in front of her and read it casually.

Slowly, her casual eyes became serious. Then she slowly sat down, sitting tightly, looking at the contents of the scroll, there was light in her eyes.

"This... how could this be?" Zhao Xianger said to herself: "Is this the foundation and source of Taoism? Then what have I learned in the past? Castles in the sky?"

This book, which does not seem to be thick, contains endless mysteries. Zhao Xianger caught a glimpse of it at first, and was lost in awe.

It took a long time for Zhao Xianger to turn over two pages.

She retracted her gaze and closed her eyes lightly. What she saw and felt was kneaded and sublimated in the sea of ​​knowledge, turning into an unprecedented sentiment.

Zhao Xianger suddenly understood that this must be something that my mother had prepared for me!

In this world, apart from the existence of mother-in-law, who can write such primitive chapters that directly glimpse the origin of the heaven and the earth, Taoism?

Zhao Xianger was in awe. She turned her head and looked at the deep hall behind the zigzag lotus pond. She wondered again: Could this master master, be the mother-in-law's broken movie? All this is also in the mother's plan!

Thinking about this, Zhao Xianger read the book more seriously for a while.

Well, the mystery of the great avenues in the book is endless, it is reverie. Last night, I actually patronized Ning Changjiu to argue with Ning Changjiu and didn't turn over the book. It was a waste of time. From now on, you must be dedicated to the Tao, and it must not be the case.

Ignore him! Unless he invites me to study together.

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Ning Changjiu talked to the Chief Secretary in the middle of the night, and made dozens of ideas.

Si Ming stretched out lazily and said: "A single white deer can't make a big climate, as long as the old immortals in Ten Thousand Demons City don't get involved."

Ning Changjiu said: "What if they blend?"

Si Ming said: "If one demon will fight, two demon will retreat, three demon...I can only throw you over as a cover, and leave by myself."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "My priest is so cruel."

Si Ming said indifferently: "Who makes you so weak? Anyway, I can always get out of my body anyway. Just take care of yourself."

Ning Chang is used to being ridiculed for a long time, he smiled and said: "The time is still long, I will go to bed first."

Si Ming frowned: "Why are you so sleepy these days? What are you doing?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Where are there any dreams? I just want to recharge and cope with the fierce battle that may come tomorrow."

Si Ming said faintly, "Really?"

Ning Changjiu nodded calmly. He spread the quilt without any haste, lay down slowly, and fell asleep quickly.

He returned to that dreamland.

"Sister Xiang'er?" Ning Changjiu called out softly.

Before him, only the breeze rolled the pages of the book, and no one answered.

Is it late by myself? Still...

Ning Changjiu couldn't understand. He should be the master of his own dreams. He wants to see Xiang'er urgently, but how can Xiang'er disappear without a trace?

He went around in the view, but still couldn't find it.

Ning Changjiu's mood was much depressed. He sat down by the stone bench, looked at the pages of the book flying by the breeze, picked it up casually, and looked at it carelessly.

Then, his expression became serious, and his originally relaxed posture also slowly stood up.

Ning Changjiu thinks he has read countless poems and books, but he did not expect that there is such a wonderful book in this world that reaches the root of the avenue. He is intoxicated, full of the mystery of the world, the purpose of Taoism, and does not release the scroll. After a long time, he slowly returned. God.

Ning Changjiu knew that his dream would never manifest such a thing. This must have something to do with Master! Could it be...

Ning Changjiu looked at the closed temple door thoughtfully.

Alas, the scriptures were placed in front of me last night, and I just quarreled with Xiang'er without turning over them. What a waste of time! It must be known that there are countless ways in life, and the great beauty in the book is ahead. How can I ignore it!

I will study hard with Xianger in the future!

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(Thanks to the heroes who are rewarded by melancholy! Thank you for your support~)