Beyond the Divine States Chapter 351: : God’s bird is like a cloud

Three thousand worlds.

Zhao Xianger grabbed the handles in both hands, slowly got up, pulled the sword from the back of a monster bird, blood was gushing, and the skeleton collapsed. Zhao Xianger stepped on the head in the middle of the monster bird and leaped on it. On the battlefield of rock ash.

When she turned around, the demon bird whose head was her size began to collapse.

The demon bird is called a ghost car, with nine heads and nine tails.

Since ancient times, monsters, those who have nine heads or nine tails, are all great monsters that can reach the sky, and ghost cars have the blood of demigods, and the nine tails and nine heads are all occupied, and the strength is close to the true god. He has swallowed many rivers and water gods. The side of the disaster, but the Taoism is strong and no one dared to stop it, and then he fought **** battles with the Moon Swallowing Tengu and was eventually killed.

That tengu, shined in the subsequent battles of gods, and became the ghostly **** who now rules the country.

Later, this monster bone was obtained by Suzaku and sealed the place.

The black ink feathers on the ghost body began to rot, exposing thorn-like white bones. In the black air, water spirits condensed and turned into the appearance of the righteous **** of the river. They worshipped Zhao Xianger one by one, and then Dissipated in the world of Suzaku.

The ghost car, like a building burned by the fire, gradually became unable to support it and collapsed.

The condensed air dissipated.

Zhao Xianger put the sword in the red umbrella, she held the umbrella and let out a long sigh.

At the edge of the red dress, the blood kept dripping, and when it touched the lime, it turned into a raging fire. She stood in the flames like a goddess who burned herself on fire.

The smoke raised by the ghost car cleared, Zhao Xianger's disordered breathing has returned to long, and she continued on.

This ghost car is worthy of being a nine-headed and long-tailed monster sparrow, and the bone sparrow in the previous trial cannot be compared with it. But she didn't suffer too much injury.

All this is due to the dream three days ago.

She thought that she was a little ridiculous in her dream, as if she had been younger for three years, and her mind had regressed to three years old. It seemed that she was just an absurd behavior in a dream, not what she wanted.

However, the scriptures I read for three years in my dream really turned into physical and mental benefits.

The benefits are so great that it is not an exaggeration to call the Heaven-Fate Chance Fate. Her skills, swordsmanship, and Taoism are all further advanced, and her purple court realm is even more truly complete, even in the purple mansion. A golden pill has condensed into an embryonic form.

She has a hunch that she is only a **** battle of life and death away from the real five ways.

But...Zhao Xianger flashed another thought. If he hadn't had this dream, he would fight the ghost car at this moment, and he would either die or be seriously injured, and would be unable to fight the next demon king.

Why didn't my mother let me read the classics earlier? I have to wait till now. What's the intention?

Zhao Xianger stretched out her hair and tied her ponytail tightly, which had been loosened by the battle. She would take off the long skirt of her outer skirt, revealing her tight-fitting black dress.

Zhao Xianger wrung out the blood on her skirt and tied it to her waist for the time being. While adjusting her breathing, she walked in the direction where the flames spread.

The fiery flames quickly hit his cheeks.

As a goddess of Vermillion Bird, Zhao Xianger felt the burning sensation for the first time.

Walking past the criss-crossing nests of ghost cars, the sea of ​​flames in front dissipated, and hidden high cliffs rose in sight.

There is a waterfall cascading down on the cliff. What constitutes the waterfall is not water, but a torrent of fire. On the rock wall sputtered by the sea of ​​fire, strands of slender stems grow, holding out thin candle-like flowers. , The entire cliff was dyed blood, and under the sea of ​​red flames, what was burning was not firewood, but bones.

The steps leading up are made of bones!

Zhao Xianger stepped up the stairs and climbed up the steps.

The girl’s clothes are concise, with delicate lines like flames. The red skirt tied around her waist hangs down, covering her hips and legs, more like a skirt. She was holding the sword, and in the depths of her pupils, Jiuyu was already like a flame of darkness, leaping out of the girl's body at any time.

She reached the highest point of the cliff, her eyes widened suddenly.

The fog ahead is heavy and deep, and the vastness is paved. In the thick fog, there are nine red suns rising high. They are like peerless jewels made of flames, hanging high in the sky, blooming brilliantly. The jewel of the world, hot and unstoppable.

All the magma drips from those nine red suns.

The red sun in front of me is dazzling, but the road under my feet is pitch black. In the light of the fire, the fog gradually dissipated, and a brand-new road appeared-it was a huge trough, like a collapsed cave, with sword-like weapons studded on both walls, and it was feathers when I looked closer.

Zhao Xianger walked into it.

On the other side of the mountain road, the freak wind blew over with flaming chips, and raised his head. You could see the white bones in the sky, the bones intertwined, and the spirit of the heroic spirit was attached, even if it was on the 9th, it could not dissipate.

Plop!

Heartbeat sounded suddenly.

Zhao Xianger stroked her heart, and found that it was her own heartbeat. A strong ominous premonition surged into her heart. This was a feeling she had never had in the trial. In front of her, there is a stronger enemy than a ghost car. !

Zhao Xiang'er squeezed the sword and walked toward the depths of the flames.

At this tense juncture, there were many illusory pictures in her mind inexplicably--she saw the vast golden kingdom of God, underneath was the vast land, the moon was level with her, and she wore a golden crown. , Sitting high on the seat of God, there seemed to be a white-clothed shadow sitting beside her, but she couldn't see who it was, but she was very familiar.

She stood side by side with the figure on top of the infinite light. In front of her was the vast sky with stardust floating. Amidst the changing circumstances, she saw meteors piercing the sky and smashing into the earth one after another.

The flame tails of these meteors are of different colors, some are like fire, some are like water, some are metal debris, some are dirt and wood dust, and some are dark, like a flying night.

They smashed into the vast ground.

Beautiful fireworks bloomed on the ground—they were made up of magma tsunami, landslides and ground cracks, symbolizing destruction.

Zhao Xiang'er's heart suddenly tightened and pained, as if her cherished collection had been vandalized face-to-face.

This...Is this my memory...

Zhao Xiang'er was hard to tell, and couldn't break free for a while.

In the absence of consciousness, in the fog that has not yet dispersed in front, many dark birds flew out in groups, like bats, and like nine feathers that have shrunk countless times, and arrows rushed towards Zhao. Xianger.

"Xiang'er."

When life and death were at stake, a voice suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​knowledge.

This is the voice she heard in the dream.

The clear and moving fairy sound won her a moment of sobriety.

Zhao Xianger bit the tip of her tongue lightly, with the help of pain to suppress this illusion, when the black birds spread out in groups, she immediately held the umbrella to block the attacking birds.

The girl's body exerted force, rushed violently, and rushed up face to face. Numerous black birds smashed into the umbrella, and a huge fishy smell came from the bones. Zhao Xianger held her breath and slammed directly into it. In the mist of the group.

The earth quaked.

The mist dissipated and the air walls were condensed,

The loud rumbling sound was alarmed, and the nine days in the sky slowly fell at different speeds, gradually forming a huge ring.

Zhao Xianger brushed off the red umbrella.

In the monstrous flames, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw a doomsday scene.

The smoke and dust cover the sky and the sun. In the smoke and dust, a black shadow of a hundred feet high slowly walks from far and near, revealing its true face a little bit.

Zhao Xianger saw the long, winding neck and wings full of emerald feathers. The monster's eyes also lit up in the gray fog, dispelling the dust and fog instantly.

Zhao Xianger saw it clearly. It was a peacock with a jade-pointed crown. The huge screen spread out like a fan, and it was densely covered with radiant feather swords. It was inlaid on the 9th day of the original sky. On the screen, it became a gem like the sun.

It spread its wings and hissed high, its feather screen trembles wildly, and its brilliance is better than anything else in the world.

Zhao Xianger stared at it, feeling invincible in his heart.

She guessed its identity.

It is the legendary Peacock King!

In the mythology, the Golden Winged Roc and the Peacock Ming King originally came from the same line, but they were the enemies of life and death. They fought for a thousand years, until the eve of the catastrophe 500 years ago, they fought a life and death battle. After the decisive battle, the Peacock Ming King It was nowhere to be found. Some people said it went to the Buddha country, some said it was polluted and became a evil demon, and some said it had been wiped out by the god...

Today, she finally saw the true face of this goddess of the Buddha Kingdom.

Zhao Xianger clenched her silver teeth, dispelling all the fear and depression in her heart, she leaped from the White Bone Mountain Road, and instantly volleyed into the sky.

The umbrella sword was unsheathed at the same time, her figure folded into a bow-shaped silhouette high in the sky, and the girl shouted, holding a sharp blade, and slashing at the head of King Peacock Ming.

This is the last enemy she saw in the realm of Suzaku.

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Ancient Lingzong.

The sky is clear and the air is clear, and the wind and smoke are clean.

The gate of Jiuyou Hall slowly opened.

Lu Jiajia's snow shadow slowly emerged, she walked out of the palace wearing the sword of the previous sovereign.

Lu Jiajia is wearing a capable sword suit, and her waist-length hair is tied with a crown. Her face is cold and like a sword, and her figure is upright like a sword. The realm slowly advances with her steps, slowly reaching the peak of harmony.

Ning Xiaoling looked at Master nervously, wagging her tail and bulging claws, cheering for Master.

Liu Junzhuo waited outside the door for a long time.

She was wearing a close-fitting black and white sword suit, leaning on a willow tree, narrowing her sword eyes, staring at the snow shadow, and said: "Ms. Lu raised the sword for three days, are you finally ready?"

After they made the agreement of the Three Swords, Liu Junzhuo allowed her to raise the sword for three days at the request of Lu Marrying.

The three-day period has expired, and Lu married to come to the appointment.

Ning Xiaoling followed behind her silently.

"There are countless swords in the hall, why don't you give Mr. 2 a gift?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Liu Junzhuo said: "It's good for me to fold the willow as a sword, no need to worry too much."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Zheliu...will it be unlucky?"

Liu Junzhuo was slightly startled, and immediately thought of her surname Liu, she smiled and said: "I have never been superstitious about these."

Speaking, she stretched out her hand and dropped a branch from the willow curtain hanging in front of her eyes, leaning in her arms like a dusting dust. When the sword pavilion woman did not hold the sword, she had a bit of feminine style. She glanced at Lu Jiajia faintly, and said: "I will fight the Three Swords with you. I will not deceive your realm. If you finish the fight in three days, you must not force it."

Lu Jia married and nodded: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Er."

Speaking, the two walked side by side and went to the battlefield agreed in advance-Youyue Lake.

In the beginning of spring, the snow and ice of Youyue Lake melted, and the disciples were all in the wooden hall, and the surrounding people were completely empty. Only the fish king, who claimed to be the guardian of Youyue Lake, stood on the grill and watched enthusiastically.

Since ancient times, women's fights have been the most beautiful scenery in the world.

This is how the pattern is set.

On the lake, Lu Jiajia and Liu Junzhuo are walking in the waves, beautiful and beautiful, with swords drawn, and the sparkling lake light is illuminated by their shadows. On the shore of the lake, Ning Xiaoling was sitting with the fish king, eating skewers and watching the show, without any sense of crisis.

Liu Junzhuo carried the small willows and pressed the Tiantian's cultivation base back into his body until he was even with Lu Jiajia.

But her realm is still indescribable. If she uses her full sword, Lu Jiajia at this moment is definitely not a rival. This is something they all know.

Liu Junzhuo wanted to take this to sweep away the haze of losing the sword in the last gambling, while Lu Jiajia wanted to take this opportunity to sharpen his sword intent.

Two people each get what they need.

Liu Junzhuo slowly lifted the willow, like holding a sword, pointing to Lu Jiajia.

Lu Jiajia held the sword and held it horizontally in front of her. She watched the water calmly and made a defensive attitude wholeheartedly.

Liu Junzhuo looked at her figure and suddenly asked curiously: "What is the relationship between you and Zhang Jiu?"

"..." Lu Jiajia was puzzled: "You guys in the sword pavilion compare swords with others, do you like to mess with the sword heart first?"

"Just curious." Liu Junzhuo said: "But your swordsmanship seems to be really messed up? Tsk...that boy Zhang Jiu was born beautifully, you are not only beautiful, but your body is too good to be good. You are even more in the same realm... Hey, it's hard to make people think about it."

Lu Jia married her chest ups and downs, she clasped her sword tightly, and said coldly: "You worry too much. Please also ask Mr. Er to ask less questions and more questions about the sword."

Liu Junzhuo shook the willow branches lightly, and continued: "Ms. Lu is so overwhelmed by the country, I wonder if she is still a virgin at this moment?"

Lu Jiajia raised her head suddenly, her expression cold.

"Oh, that's the case..." Liu Junzhuo continued to punish his heart, "No wonder that day, when I talked about my fourteenth junior sister, your expression suddenly fell so low. At that time, I was puzzled, but now it seems that it was this level. The reason...I never thought that the kid is so good at swordsmanship and that he is so unscrupulous in the world. Miss Lu, as his master, wants to be at peace day and night, right?"

Liu Junzhuo's words were quiet, without meaning to sarcasm or ridicule, but his slightly undulating tone fell into Lu Jiajia's heart, but it caused uneven ripples.

"Shut up! Is it inevitable that Jiange repairs swords or gossip?!" Lu Jiajia bit her lip and raised her head. She knew she was trapped in a certain emotional vortex, but Liu Junzhuo's words were inevitably distracted.

Liu Junzhuo smiled and said: "The sword also pays attention to the famous teacher. As a master, you fall in love with your disciple. It is really against the human relationship. Today, I will punish you for you. This self-loving little sword fairy has become an authentic style."

Lu Jia married intolerable and replied: "I don't know how old Ms. Liu is this year, how many years she has been practicing Taoism, can she have a Taoist couple?"

Liu Junzhuo's expression is slightly awkward, she is not angry by Lu Jiajia's words, but her cold temperament when she is angry, which is quite similar to the master sister...

Liu Junzhuo looked indifferent and replied: "He has been practicing for more than three hundred years. He has been alone in ancient times. Although he has no companions, he has a sword to accompany me to see the beauty of the road. Like a girl, entrusting a wonderful sword body gifted by heaven to your disciple, you really deserve your name."

Lu Jiajia gritted her teeth, she was a little uncomfortable. In the dream, Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming, who were invincible, dared not speak to her like this.

She stared at Liu Junzhuo and asked: "You said, do you have enough to have a sword?"

Liu Junzhuo nodded proudly.

Lu Jiama smiled and asked: "Then dare to ask Mr. 2, where is your sword? Where is it?"

Liu Junzhuo smiled suddenly, his expression condensed, under her step, the lake turned into ice in an instant, "I originally cherished my talent and wanted to forgive you for two days. Now it seems...it's my heart."

On the bank, Ning Xiaoling was eating grilled fish skewers, and asked the king of fish vaguely, "What are the master and the new sister talking about?"

The King Fish shook his head and said: "What else can be arguing between women? It's nothing more than face and figure."

Ning Xiaoling nodded in agreement, then looked at Liu Junzhuo's sudden killing intent, and deduced: "Then it seems that this new sister has lost the fight."

The fish king watched the changes calmly, and said: "But this woman is too high-level and very tricky."

Ning Xiaoling chewed on the grilled fish and asked: "Die listen, didn't you also use the Five Paths before? How much is your cultivation back? If the master is bullied, can you help?"

The King Fish sighed and said: "How much mana can the Nether God have?"

In the small chat, the battle on the lake is about to start.

Liu Junzhuo raised the willow sword in a rage, and the light of the lake was absorbed by the willow branches, and the whole lake turned into a dark mirror in an instant, and her hand seemed to be holding A blazing sun.

Lu Jiajia subconsciously raised her head and looked at her. At a certain moment, she even couldn't tell which round was the real sun in Liu Junzhuo's hand as it is today.

This is a mysterious realm based on celestial phenomena. Liu Junzhuo is holding the scorching sun, and his black and white sword clothes straighten up. Lu Jia used to marry her and scolded her to gossip, but now her feet have a pattern of gossip and four elephants in revenge. Unfolding, including them all in an instant.

Lu Jiajia's figure suddenly seemed helpless, as small as dust.

Ning Xiaoling hasn't reacted yet. On the lake surface, a strong wind has blown towards this grain of dust.

That is a storm from the sun.

The overwhelming light wind came first. After the light wind, Liu Junzhuo held the ancient sword, hanging like the sun, and fell with one sword.

The originally dark lake shines again.

Lu Jiajia didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear that her heart would collapse, she closed her eyes, held her breath and caught Liu Junzhuo's sword in the sea of ​​knowledge. Before the sun was overwhelmed, the wind had already pressed her body down to the surface of the water. Many of them had soaked skirts, and Lu Jiajia had no time to take care of them, and locked the front wholeheartedly.

The storm in the sun pressed her shoulders firmly, which was a sword lock in a sense.

Liu Junzhuo sets with the scorching sun. When it sets, the sun in her hand and the sun in the sky are cleverly integrated in Lu Jiajia's perspective.

As if the heavens and the earth were pressing, the sun fell on the lake, and Youyue Lake was about to boil.

Lu Jiajia raised her head and opened her eyes, opening her eyes to the sun.

Her long and narrow eyes also reflect the light of ten thousand swords.

Lu Jia married Jianxin bright.

Although the other party is the second disciple of Jiange, what is there to be afraid of? In the purple court realm, she didn't believe that she would be defeated by anyone! This is true even if the Sword Saint is relative!

She holds an ancient sword in one hand, and her hand moves with her heart. The sword art changes hundreds of times. In a dazzling state, the bamboo tube she has learned throughout her life is displayed like beans. On the Youyue Lake, Lu Jiajia has turned into countless figures, every figure They all held ancient swords in their hands, and put out a completely different starting position.

When Liu Junzhuo's sword of the scorching sun approached, hundreds of sword shadows of Lu Jiamarried merged into her body.

Ten thousand swords are united.

Boom!

Light and darkness constantly change on the surface of the water, and the water of Youyue Lake instantly exploded from the center, and shards of light wrapped in the water and rolled away in the waves.

The grilled fish rack of the King Fish was instantly destroyed, its mana was weak, its body was lifted, and it hit a wooden hall.

Ning Xiaoling held the fish skewers in his mouth, and tried hard to resist with the purple court realm. Deep claw marks were carved on the rock under her feet.

The light dissipated.

The sky is cloudless.

There was a heavy rain in the ancient Lingzong. During the heavy rain, many fish that were affected and died fell one after another and hit the ground.

Liu Junzhuo floated back to the lake, staring at the shadow of Lu married holding a sword, she suddenly sighed: "I still underestimate you."

She thought about this woman named Lu Jiajia. A hundred years later, she might be able to fight her true peak, and she could not help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Lu Jiajia's figure is shaking, her silver crown is split, her hair is scattered, although her face is pale, the sword intent in her pupils has not disappeared.

She was quiet for a while, very grudges, and said: "I overestimate you."

Liu Junzhuo’s intention of cherishing talent was interrupted in an instant. She coldly said: "You don’t have to be able to go back and heal your injuries. Today is just a test of your depth, and tomorrow’s sword will be several times stronger than today."

Lu Jia married: "You too, take care of your injuries."

Liu Junzhuo said: "How can I get hurt?"

Lu Jia married: "Heart hurt."

Liu Junzhuo took a sigh of relief. If she hadn't promised first, she really wanted to go up and make up a few swords and beat the younger man to her heart.

"Wait and see!" She snorted coldly, suppressed her anger, and turned away.

Lu Jia married across the water and walked to the shore. Ning Xiaoling jumped on her shoulders, beat her back and rubbed her shoulders, and said: "Master is so amazing!"

Lu Jiajia smiled weakly, and her body trembled, covering her lips with her hands. When she spread her hands, her lips and teeth were red, and her palms were stained with blood.

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Ten Thousand Demons City.

The haze in the sky has not cleared, and the sound of the death of the sword bearer is still reverberating in the sky.

The green lion and white elephant showing their true faces bravely rushed through the mountains and forests, shaking the mountains.

Although it is cloudy, it is exceptionally sunny today.

A Dapeng Demon Saint with golden feathers stands in the sky, like a golden sun hanging, shining out of the sky.

Ning Changjiu didn’t hide his personal secrets. He directly displayed the golden body of Shura and landed in the valley, staring coldly at the trajectory of the green lion and the white elephant, and his majestic spiritual power was boiling in the sea of ​​air. , Ready to respond to their attack.

Above, Si Ming and the Golden Winged Roc are still facing each other.

"Is this that weapon?" Si Ming stared at the word Ruyi on the stick, and asked in a cold voice.

Gold Wing Roc said: "Your origin is really extraordinary, you have made this thing."

Si Ming said: "Unexpectedly, it was in the City of Ten Thousand Demons."

The Golden Wing Dapeng said: "The entire Ten Thousand Demons City are the remains of saints, why can't it be here?"

Siming said: "This sacred stick has been in existence for five hundred years, but the kingdom of God has not pursued it... The sacred artifact is named after its owner. Without the saint, it seems that this sacred artifact is nothing but a riddle." /

The Golden Wing Roc said: "Although I can't get very strong, but it's enough to defeat you."

Siming stood with his hands in his hand and shook his head slightly, her robe danced with the wind, like a stagnant cloud.

Neither she nor the Golden Winged Roc took the lead, and they were both looking for each other's flaws.

Si Ming remembered something, and suddenly asked curiously: "When you fought with King Peacock Ming, who wins and who loses?"

Golden Wing Roc holding a magic stick, looking at the sky leisurely, recalled: "We fought all the way from the North to the West, smashed more than a thousand mountains, penetrated several lakes and seas, and fought for three months, regardless of the outcome. "

"Huh?" Si Ming was puzzled and asked: "Then why are you left alone now?"

The Golden Winged Dapeng said: "Because the Peacock King is still defeated, there are others who defeated him."

Si Ming immediately realized: "Which one is it?"

Golden Wing Dapeng smiled and said: "It is the Suzaku God."

Si Ming frowned slightly, and said: "You have leaked the secret."

Only when the voice fell, a shock of thunder struck towards the Golden Wing Roc with the potential to destroy everything.

If it were in the past, the Golden Winged Roc would be afraid of the punishment of the sky even if the Taoist law is able to reach the sky.

But he's not moving like a mountain at the moment, just waving his stick in his hand.

The thunder of Heaven's Punishment fell on the stick, and the Wishful God stick only ignited a few arcs, and it was unscathed.

The Golden Winged Roc looked at the thunder and lightning, and suddenly laughed, and said: "You have eyes but no beads, and you know this thing, but you don't know how many magical powers it has? The saint was holding it, but sweeping The Xian Ting collapsed and ten thousand bones turned into ashes... Alas, if that young man can surrender the Golden Crow, I can make an exception and let you leave with the sword, otherwise, this Ten Thousand Demons City will be the place where the two of them are buried. "

"Golden Crow?" Si Ming smiled faintly, and said quietly: "That's my thing, but it's not your turn to move."

She lifted her sleeves at will, and ten fairy swords were instantly condensed.

Of course she knows how powerful saints are.

While the sage is still in the kingdom of God, even the existence of Yan Fu dare not provoke it.

Because the saint is the only existence among the twelve gods who can truly enter and leave the kingdom of God freely, even the Suzaku who has the authority of the ‘world’ is beyond the reach.

The Golden Winged Dapeng glanced at Ning Changjiu, and said to Si Ming: "I didn't expect your existence like this to be killed by the love character?"

Si Ming was too lazy to respond, just saying: "Thirteen thousand five hundred catties...This weight is in my eyes, but it's not enough!"

Golden Winged Dapeng has a chilling pupil, "I hope you can still talk like this when you are about to die."

In the lingering sound of the words, the Golden Winged Dapeng lifted the sacred stick and waved it down in the air. In an instant, the thunder and lightning accumulated in the iron rod was like a thousand horses, and opened its blood basin like a beast, and rushed towards the silver-haired woman in the magic clothes .

The battle of the demigods at the peak of the five realms really kicked off over the city of Ten Thousand Demons.