Beyond the Divine States Chapter 392: : Sovereign of Hehuan

On the land of Nanzhou, the sword rainbow hung in the sky.

The endless oasis spreads out in the field of vision, and the lakes and swamps reflect the sunlight, like scattered lenses.

The city of Nanzhou is scattered, and the past is mostly barren mountains and ridges, and it is hard to see people.

Lu Jia married a man to control the sword, while Ning Changjiu carried Shao Xiaoli. The three of them did not drive the sword very fast. They stopped at the gate of Liantian Town and finally confirmed that the town was intact. Lu Jiajia stopped again on a red grass wasteland.

An ancient sword is stuck in the red grass wasteland. The ancient sword is rusty, and a head is rolling beside it.

This was the head of Jiu Umbrella. He was here waiting for Lu Jiajia, but he was killed by Lu Jiajia with a sword after uttering wild words.

Lu Jiajiazhong walked the same way back then. I don't know if it was a cowardice or a reminiscence, she would always stop in certain places to see the traces left behind.

Most of these traces were erased in three years.

The surrounding mountains and hills have also increased, and Shao Xiaoli’s eyes have always been on those mountains. When she was in Duanjie City, even if she went out, she saw a desolate rift valley. She had never seen such a lush mountain, the world Her face is brand new in her eyes. She often feels pleasantly surprised, but she does not show it, but her eyes are getting clearer and clearer.

"It turns out that we have walked so many roads."

As he approached Tianzong Yujian, Lu Jiajia sighed.

Ning Changjiu looked back to the north. The road that Jiuying had plowed back then was covered by grass.

He also said with emotion: "Yes, even if the five realms are now, a lot of energy has been wasted. At that time, you entered the purple court not long ago, and I was still living a long life, and we were killed all the way with Jiuying. Southern Wilderness."

Lu Jia married and said: "When Jiuying fought with me, he once said that Yunfu Tianjun killed a couple of Taoists. The Taoists in his mouth were you and Master, right?"

Ning Changjiu asked curiously: "Is this what Xueci told you?"

Lu Jiajia smiled and said: "I guessed it."

"Marriage is really smarter." Ning Changjiu never concealed Lu Jiajia. He told the truth of the year, "Actually, I was the only one who died back then. Master is the Heng'e who went to the moon. Brought fire to the moon."

Although Lu Jiamara has long suspected, I confirm at this moment that my mood is still difficult to calm... Master's fairy sister, who is as cold as the moon, is also Ning Changjiu's previous lover?

Lu Jiajia said lightly, with a murderous intent floating in his words, "How many flowers and grass you provoked in your previous life, let's get the bottom of it today."

Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "There are really no more."

"Really?" Lu Jiajia didn't believe it.

Although Shao Xiaoli didn't dare to interrupt, he looked at Ning Changjiu with a very forgiving look, as if to say that she didn't mind.

Before returning to the peak, Ning Changjiu asked cautiously: "When I left, didn't Xueci explain anything to me?"

Lu married a little bit before marrying the first person, "I am pleased."

"What's the matter?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Lu Jiama Youyou said: "I will tell you when I feel better."

After that, Lu Jiajia stopped paying attention to him.

As for Ning Changjiu's sinful fate, she is not irritated, but the dark lord is on the top, and the enemy is now, Master planning everything alone, and restraining Bai Zang with her body, has been painstaking. And she is the master sister of the generation appointed by Master, of course, she must put the overall situation first, and wait until the world is peaceful before reconciling old accounts with Ning Changjiu.

When we didn't go forward for a long time, the peach curtain fell down and the four peaks were hidden in it.

Lu Jiajia is the sect master of Tianzong Yujian. Although he absconded with the money for a long time, the sect sect still accepted her unimpededly.

The three sneaked in silently from a corner of the peach curtain.

The world inside and outside Tao Lian is very different. Shao Xiaoli looked in and out several times, and was amazed.

"Can this peach curtain be made into a skirt cloak or something?" Shao Xiaoli asked curiously.

Ning Changjiu said: "The peach curtain must be blessed by the formation to be effective."

Shao Xiaoli let out a disappointed cry.

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing..." Shao Xiaoli raised his head and pointed to the green mountains in front of him, and said, "Is this the Four Peaks?"

"Yes, they are Tianku Peak, Shouxiao Peak, Huiyang Peak, Xuanri Peak and Huanbao Peak."

"Well...Why are there five in the Four Peaks?"

"The Ring Waterfall Peak is the Sovereign Peak, that is, that one."

Shao Xiaoli looked in the direction of his fingers. The so-called Sovereign Peak had obviously been severely damaged. The palace at the top had not been completely repaired, the walls were landslides, and there was no vegetation.

"So why are there five in the Four Peaks?" Shao Xiaoli still didn't understand.

"There are five more demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City...maybe it's tradition." Ning Changjiu said perfunctorily.

Shao Xiaoli was very interested, "Which is the highest mountain in the Heavenly Sect of Yu Jian."

Ning Changjiu hesitated to speak, but Lu Jiajia seemed to predict what he was going to say, so he said "shut up."

Shao Xiaoli is a little confused.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia have both entered the Five Realms. They deliberately hid them. Among the Four Peaks, no one noticed their arrival.

After crossing the misty foot of Huanbao Mountain, Ning Changjiu raised his head, and the scattered star rocks on the peak of the Tiankut were already in front of him.

The blue and white sedan chair stopped halfway up, and the snow cherry blossoms on the mountainside had not yet withered, but were in full bloom.

Ning Changjiu stopped slightly, as if hesitated.

"Don't you want to go back to the peak to take a look?" Lu Jiajia noticed something strange.

The closer Ning Changjiu gets to these past places, the stronger the sense of "birth" in his heart. He feels that everything is strange, and he can't even tell whether the world is repelling him or himself.

"Maybe I am not a person in the peak." Ning Changjiu said.

Lu Jiajia smiled and said: "Then you still have so much money in Huafeng?"

Shao Xiaoli was slightly surprised, and whispered: "So the boss has been eating soft rice..."

Ning Changjiu also laughed, "That's right, I think it's back to my natal house."

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Tiankufeng Peak is still the same as before. The big demon has been eliminated, the Taoist door is weak, and the four peaks are in a corner. The bright sunshine does not disperse the clouds in the peak, but it reflects a kind of lazy temperament.

Lu Jia married among the snowy cherry blossoms on the mountainside, and the stone steps were all red. The two women were more gorgeous than the flowers and trees.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the blue and white sedan chair that was parked in the grotto. It was in this sedan chair that the first time he married Lu Jia to marry the golden crow body. Its speed is far less than that of the flying sword, but If there is a chance in the future, Ning Changjiu is still willing to sit down again.

Shao Xiaoli climbed up the steps, and the higher she went, the more restrained and calm her temperament became.

She vaguely remembered that in her previous life, she had also been on a sacred peak as high as a sky pillar, looking at a certain distant back, and walking towards him alone.

Now the unreachable figure is beside him.

The three of them remembered each other, occasionally speaking, the sea of ​​clouds rolled under one's feet, transforming into the shape of a vigorous feeling. They are the wave of foam, which is very thick when viewed from a distance, but it is too thin to grasp when the wind blows before and after the eyes. grip.

Lu Jiajia will go back to see Junior Sister Yazhu, and see the disciples he personally trained at the beginning.

But Ning Changjiu still deliberately escaped the world.

When Lu Jiajia walked towards the cliff where he was practicing swordsman, Ning Changjiu turned around and walked towards Neifeng. Lu Jiajia clearly understood his mind and didn't say anything. Shao Xiaoli was not familiar with the world, so he just came and took a look. , Naturally follow the boss.

Ning Changjiu returned to the wing where he originally lived. He and Xiaoling's wing room is still empty and the furnishings are as usual.

"Xiao Li, take a break in the room first, and I will meet a few people." Ning Changjiu said.

Shao Xiaoli responded.

Ning Changjiu quietly came to Shuge, sitting where Yan Zhou used to sit, with his sleeves closed, concentrating on his thoughts, he could feel that Shuge had invisible fetters and pious to himself, but He still couldn't think of a way to return.

He shattered the void, passed through the book pavilion, and came to the inner peak.

A few more disciples in Neifeng retreat.　　 He went to look at Nan Cheng first. Nan Cheng had successfully broken through into the Purple Court Realm, and the Houtian sword body was already considered a magnificent sight among ordinary cultivators.

He went to see Le Rou again. The little girl who had worked against him now has a much more stable temperament. Whether she is meditating or her words and deeds, she has traces of deliberately imitating Lu's marriage.

He went to see Ding Leshi again. After being beaten up by Zhao Xianger's disciple Yan Shi, this disciple had abandoned Wu Congwen and began to help take care of the Jingge.

Ning hasn't bothered them for a long time.

Time hasn't even passed by for a while, Ning Changjiu has felt that there is nothing to do and nothing to find.

The same is true for Lu Jiajia.

Many young disciples only heard her story and didn’t know her, and she only saw Yazhu quietly. Yazhu was both surprised and happy about it. He held hands with her at the corner of Jianping. I stopped talking about the old, and there were tears in my eyes.

Ning Changji looked at all this, but his emotions were getting weaker and weaker.

People should be nostalgic for the old, but these old people's old things can't make him feel too much ripples.

Is the fate of myself and the world going to end...

Ning Changjiu thought this way, and was surprised to find that he called this place the world, not the world.

Shao Xiaoli walked tirelessly in the house and watched. When Ning Xiaoling left, she moved a lot of things. At the moment, the house is almost empty, but she still has a desire to explore, trying to recover from Ning Changjiu's original. The clues of life.

"Little Li."

Ning Changjiu returned to the house.

Shao Xiaoli was a little surprised, and smiled and said, "I'm back so soon? Is the outside scenery not as good as Xiaoli?"

"Well, I don't know what I should do." Ning Changjiu was a little confused.

Shao Xiaoli asked: "Don't you want to cut the fetters?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Fetters are intangibles, not clear enemies. Because of this, it makes people confused."

Ning Changjiu looked around the entire Nanzhou, and in his impression, except for Liantian Town, he seemed to have only lost the money.

I have travelled thousands of miles, but in the end it was just the money I owed, which is a bit funny.

But this is also the cause and effect that he deliberately planted. He always has an obsession with small things to inspire great influence. At the beginning, he used this money to ask for directions and see if everything he has experienced has been Some invisible thread is controlling.

He temporarily placed Shao Xiaoli in the middle of the peak, then came to Xueya and borrowed a piece of money from Lu Jiama.

So marrying really only gave him one piece of money.

Ning Changjiu protested, and Lu Jiajia sneered back with "I want to go to the brothel with so much money?"

Ning Changjiu was on the road with a piece of money in his arms, and the figure fluttering in white clothes revealed a bit of sorrow in the fairy air.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, leaned into the sea of ​​clouds, drew a sword casually, stepped on the sword with his toe, and slashed through the sea of ​​clouds with his sword qi, and carried him towards the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom in the northwest of Tianzong. go with.

Flying swords across the mountains and across the wild, the way is calm.

Ning Changjiu was faintly expecting some changes in his heart, but his reason told him how remote is south of Nanzhou, and how big dragons and elephants can it hold?

But unexpected variables have arrived.

When Ning Changjiu opened the Eye of the Moon, he saw a pair of figures in the vast forest below. They seemed to be injured, and many people searched for them further away.

The grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes are numerous and complicated. Ning Changjiu didn't want to intervene, but he was surprised to find that he knew one of them.

He is He Guang, He Guang, the disciple of the Hehuan Sect with whom he exchanged cheats during the Four Summit Swords.

……

He Guang wore a plain blue shirt. His clothes were hooked torn as he ran through the thorn forest. There was blood oozing out of it, but it was definitely not a wound caused by a thorn vine, but a sword wound.

He was panting, his hair clinging to his pale face, very embarrassed.

Behind him was a young woman who wore similar clothes with him, with less blood on her body, and it seemed that He Guang was clearing her way all the way.

He Guang's sword has many cracks. The hilt of the sword was **** in his hands. His tiger's mouth broke, and the blood stained the bandage red.

He didn't know how long he had escaped, his knees were soft, and he couldn't stand firm.

"He Guang!"

Behind him, the woman stopped her footsteps first, her eyes were red and swollen, her voice was hoarse, and she said: "He Guang, let's not run away. Let's go back. I will apologize to the lord and beg him to let you go. ."

"Apologize? What kind of apology!" He Guang's voice couldn't hide his anger. "It's the old thing who didn't keep his promises first and used power for personal gain. He wanted to use you as a furnace, and wanted to put me to death. You still Have any illusions? We finally escaped, how can we go back!"

When the woman heard the words, tears were squeezed from her red eyes, "Then where can we go? They will soon catch up, we, we can't escape..."

He Guang knew his tone was a little harsher, and he spoke a little softer, saying: "Qin'er, since I brought you out, I will send you out alive anyway."

The woman called Qin'er was stunned. She grabbed He Guang's sleeve and said: "What do you mean? Are you going to find death by yourself?"

He Guang tightened his lips and said nothing.

The woman wiped her tears and gritted her teeth and said: "I don't need your protection from Chi Qin! Although you are amazed by your skills in the Acacia Hall, don't forget, I am your senior sister!"

"I didn't forget." He Guang responded in a low voice.

The fierce words of the two did not last long. The dense forest behind them, the sound of footsteps rained over, the rustling leaves were stirred into countless fragments, and the figures in Taoist clothes were in the forest. Shuttle back and forth between the two, spreading the wings, pressing towards them.

Sword howling sounded wave after wave, like a blade slashing against the ear.

He Guang trembling with his five fingers, grasping the sword tightly, he grabbed Chi Qin's hand, lowered his body, and continued to flee forward.

Chi Qin is by no means a weak woman. She immediately pinched a sword tactic. The snow-white sword shadow danced like a crane, but it projected past the dense forest like a crossbow. The crane sword and the chaser quickly matched each other. Touching, the sound of Zhengzheng kept ringing, and the white cranes were cut to the ground.

He Guang was seriously injured. After their positions were locked, after only ten breaths, the shadows of the Dao-robed assassins chased up and jumped over their heads, headed by a middle-aged man, and the other Dao-robed assassins separated. On both sides, they stopped in front, and almost simultaneously shot out their swords, and the shadows of the swords merged into a city wall.

He Guang, who wanted to break through forcibly, was stopped by the sword.

He and Chi Qin were surrounded by groups.

The middle-aged man did not immediately start the offensive. He said leisurely: "He Guang, you are really disappointing. The Taoist Temple is four more shocking than you. He won the first place and made everyone look at him. The lord originally planned to take you as the next one. After a successor has been cultivated, why are you so disobedient? The Acacia sect has declined in recent years, and it is not easy to produce a good seedling. I don’t want you to be compromised by this."

He Guang held the sword and stood, the tip of the sword dripped with blood, but it was his own blood. He is now in the upper realm of the long-lived realm, and is outstanding among the disciples, but after all, he can't match the killer of the elders himself.

He glared and straightened his back as much as possible.

Chi Qin stood in front of her. She was also injured, but because He Guang tried to protect her, her injuries were much lighter.

"Since He Guang won the top spot, why didn't the suzerain fulfill the promise?" Chi Qin asked.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Chi Qin, do you really like this kid?"

Chi Qin is indifferent.

The middle-aged man said bitterly: "The Sovereign has chosen a good match for you. He pushed you out to encourage the disciples. It's just that even the Sovereign didn't expect that He Guang, the younger generation, could hide so much. Really did it."

Although the Hehuan Sect is not a big sect, the disciples are not too few. Their sect has a rule. When they reach a certain age and realm, the sect will let them draw lots and match Taoists on their own.

But this rule does not hold true for truly outstanding disciples.

There is a Daodian competition in the clan. As long as you win the top three, you will have the right to choose your spouse independently. This year, the clan master even launched his own disciple Chi Qin, promising to be the leader of the Daoist companion.

"Good match?" Chi Qin sneered, "Do you still treat me as a fool? The leader has already decided that he is the silly son of the suzerain, right? You just use me as a tool, as the pair of dog father and son practice Tool!"

The turning out of He Guang's birth became a variable, allowing her to see the true face of the master who originally regarded her as a close relative.

The middle-aged man said: "Don't forget, you are an abandoned baby brought back by the lord, why? Do you want to be ungrateful?"

Chi Qin is dumb, her heart is dripping blood, and she is struggling with it these days.

He Guang laughed loudly: "Does he treat Senior Sister Qin'er as a person? It is false and polite, what can I say!"

The middle-aged man looked at He Guang. He was not angry. Facing a dead man, it was not worth his emotions. He just stretched out **** and said: "Now I will give you two choices. One, hand over the set of swordsmanship you used in the Taoist Temple at the time, and then return to Zong to plead guilty by piercing your shoulders, thinking for three years."

He retracted a finger and said lightly: "Two, die here."

He Guang was too lazy to answer.

Destiny is what you control. Where is the wheel of life and death?

He squeezed the sword tightly, gathered the sound into a thread, and said, "Do you remember the swordsmanship I taught you? Flee, escape to the Sword Heavenly Sect, show them this set of swordsmanship, they are the famous sect. Will accept you..."

Chi Qin was slightly startled when she heard the Tianzong Yujian.

This is the most powerful sect in Nanzhou today. How could He Guang have contact with them?

It turns out that the swordsmanship of the Shocking Dao Palace is actually...

"It turned out to be the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect. No wonder it is so powerful." The middle-aged man looked at him with a smile, and the method of condensing the sound into a line was useless in front of him. He said: "The famous sect? But it is. The time is good. The lord is majestic, and he will also become the lord of the Hehuan Sect in the future."

He Guang sighed and said: "The yin and yang grand ceremony that fits the heaven and earth avenue perfectly, and was cultivated by the old dog into a low-grade exercise method with only lust, he is not worthy to be the suzerain!"

"Who is he not worthy?" The middle-aged man knew he was stubborn and didn't bother to persuade him.

Good seedlings are certainly distressing, but if you fold it, you will fold it. The big plan is important.

The murderous opportunity has arrived, and He Guang keenly caught him. He didn't regard him as a lamb to be slaughtered, but after screaming ‘escape’, the middle-aged man rushed over with swords in both hands and desperately.

The middle-aged man did not make a move, and the sword light on both sides has been pressed up.

Chi Qin was stunned for a while, she was not so strong, she did have the idea to escape at this moment, but the figure from her back was like a nail, which made her unable to move. In just an instant, she made up her mind to control the sword. Flying forward, he cut out the sword intent like a waterfall to stop the swords falling on both sides.

He Guang knew the choice of Senior Sister, and didn't know whether to be sad or happy. A sword could not be handed out in an instant. The realm of Senior Uncle was much higher than him, and he could escape here by exhaustive means.

The middle-aged man stretched out his fingers calmly and clicked on it.

The sword hit the finger.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was surprised.

This sword was supposed to be the end of the crossbow, but it exploded with amazing power. The moment it touched, a drop of blood was pierced from his finger.

The middle-aged man quickly withdrew his fingers, flipped his palms, and dispelled He Guang's sword intentions. He stretched out his hand that was originally behind him, and once again pointed his fingers, drew a sword and slashed towards He Guang.

He Guang didn't know what happened to his previous sword.

At this moment, his whole body moves, he should have been unable to dodge the ensuing sword.

But his sword seemed to have spirituality, dragging his body dangerously and dangerously to dodge, and then automatically made a sword move and rushed at the middle-aged man.

Because his sword tied his hands tightly, his body moved with it, looking like he was manipulating the sword.

"What other tricks are you hiding?!" The middle-aged man was full of hair and beard, and finally ignited his anger.

The sword shadow in the forest flickered, and the two silhouettes of rabbits flew and fell, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a time.

The middle-aged man can clearly perceive that the opponent is still in the realm of longevity, but this continuous swordsmanship seems to be alive, subtle and unspeakable, and completely relies on the ingenuity of the moves to make up for the gap in the realm.

This... how is this possible? !

The middle-aged man quickly calmed down. He gave a low sigh, gave He Guang a heavy palm, and temporarily forced He Guang back, then raised his head and said loudly to the empty forest: "Where is the superior? Come out and see you?"

The voice was vigorous, echoing in the woods.

It only reverberated for a round, and the voice was shattered by the indifferent words of a teenager.

"Do you want to see me?"

The middle-aged man's heart was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly, only then did he see a handsome and quiet young man in white standing behind him, with fluttering white clothes and immortal eyebrows.

He Guang was more shocked than the middle-aged man.

"It's you? How...how it's you..."

Although his temperament had long since changed, He Guang recognized him at a glance.

What's the name... His brain hurts a bit.

The middle-aged man stared at this unpredictable young man, and said coldly: "Are you a disciple of Tianzong Yujian?"

"Hmm." Ning Changjiu nodded.

He has been watching the scene for a long time. He didn't like to watch from the sidelines, just to figure out the ins and outs of things and what was right or wrong. Although he wanted to escape from the world, he couldn't watch innocent people die in vain, not to mention that the secrets of the Hehuan Sect really benefited him a lot.

The middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but Ning Changjiu took the lead and said: "Do you want to press me with your sect, or do you want me to take care of the sect."

The middle-aged man was said to have been on his mind, but he calmed down and said: "We can make a deal. I must take this disciple away. This is a private matter in our clan and should not be interfered."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "No."

The middle-aged man said: "As far as I know, although Tianzong Yujian is a famous sect, but the lord is not in the peak, the strongest Jing Yangxia is not on the eighth floor. No matter how genius you are, you are only a disciple..."

His voice is getting softer and softer.

Because the white-clothed boy approached him.

He wanted to make a move, but found that he couldn't even lift his arm, and couldn't even move a finger!

The power in his body seems to have been emptied, and he can't bring out a single bit...No, it's because his movements have slowed down...

How is it possible? !

I am also a master on the second floor of the Purple Court... even a monk at the pinnacle of the Purple Court is absolutely impossible!

"You...who are you?" The middle-aged man violently said: "What kind of sorcery is this?"

Ning Changjiu said: "This is authority."

Authority...authority!

The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes are splitting.

That is a legendary thing, it actually exists in the world!

"You, you are actually a five...Five realm...no! Impossible!" The middle-aged man trembled all over, and then let out a heart-piercing scream.

Before he finished speaking, Ning Changjiu drew his sword and pierced into his sea of ​​anger.

"Five Dao is nothing but Dao." Ning Changjiu said lightly.

The middle-aged man spurted blood and fell to his knees.

Ning Changjiu looked at He Guang and said: "He is a useless person. You decide his life and death. The rest has nothing to do with me."

He Guang sat down on his knees, staring at him blankly.

The fighting on the other side also stopped. Seeing the miserable defeat of the uncle, no one dared to do anything, and they knelt down in front of the white-clothed immortal.

Ning Changjiu wanted to leave, but shook his head gently.

Although he saved He Guang, their suzerain will not stop chasing He Guang.

If he can't cut off this cause and effect fundamentally, it will only involve more.

In that case...

Ning Changjiu looked at He Guang, and suddenly asked:

"Are your Hehuan Sect lacking a good suzerain?"