Beyond the Divine States Chapter 418: : The wildfire is endless

Ke Wenzhou's sword is a sword and a Ling.

After killing Ning Chang for a long time, the divine sword made of stars exploded in the sky and turned into the most beautiful firework.

The fireworks exploded in the virtual world, and in the perspective of the human world, it was already a large blur of light.

But the sword pavilion, thousands of miles away, saw it.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at the suddenly bright night sky, took out the sword, walked to the courtyard, and shook the bronze bell of the hanging sword.

The rest of the disciples also came to the courtyard one after another. Among the 14 disciples of Jiange, apart from Liu Xiwan, there are still thirteen. Today, Liu Junzhuo is the highest realm among the disciples of Jiange.

"The sword light is in the night sky... Master's order has been issued, and the last days are coming." Zhou Zhenyue said.

Only Zhou Zhenyue knows the most complete command of the Juggernaut to them.

Furthermore, when the Juggernaut gave her instructions, it was not an ordinary communication, but buried consciousness in her mind. Only when the event really happened, she saw with her pupils, the memory hidden in the sea of ​​knowledge Will then awaken.

Liu Junzhuo asked: "What instructions did the master convey?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "Master said, after the sword light flourished in the night sky, the seventy-third cave of the sword pavilion opened, where the sword intent accumulated by the sword pavilion for five hundred years was gathered, and all the disciples in the whole pavilion entered the cave to quench the body forty. On the 5th, forty-five days later, we will set off together."

The disciples are puzzled, and there are inevitably all kinds of questions:

"Why forty-five days?"

"Go together? Where to go?"

"Where is the master now, and what is he going to do?"

Zhou Zhenyue pressed her hand, stopped their questioning, and said: "You don't need to do anything, you just need to follow the teacher's door carefully. Now the cave has been opened, come with me... forty Five days later, we set off to arrive there, by then..."

Zhou Zhenyue hesitated for a while, in order to stabilize the hearts of the disciples, she still chose to continue: "By then, it will be the day of Master's sanctification."

This sentence is very simple, but it makes the whole courtyard quiet. Sanctification... These two words are true wildfire, burning their minds fiercely.

So, the seemingly short days of forty-five days also seemed to be long.

They no longer have any questions, and all follow the instructions of the master sister to enter the cave.

Master sister stopped slightly and looked at Liu Junzhuo, "Junior sister?"

Liu Junzhuo leisurely returned to her senses. She took her gaze back from the fading sky. The woman closed her eyes and was silent for a while, then gently shook her head, then took a lock of hair in her hand, and whispered: "Well... it's nothing. "

……

The sky above Nanming is full of lightning and lightning, and it rains heavily.

Shao Xiaoli ran wildly in the heavy rain. In the white rain and fog, she seemed to be alone in the world.

She sometimes ran wildly with the sword, and sometimes fell into the mud... She couldn't maintain her mood, and the feeling of Daoism made her unable to maintain her stability.

By the shore of Nanming, the girl hurriedly controlled the sword so far, she was exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

The rain flowed into the nose, and Shao Xiaoli was choked. She coughed constantly, and suddenly felt fainting in her mind.

In the sense of fainting, the dreams she had had recently came to her heart one by one, hitting the sea of ​​consciousness, making her tremble.

She saw the big river meandering away, she saw the stockades on both sides of the big river, and she also saw the small red building protected by water drops on the river diaspora... In the end, she was wearing a wedding gown and standing with a knife. The figure facing the setting sun.

The memory flickered, and in her heart, she suddenly remembered the Taoist Master let her practice.

She has been practicing this kind of Taoism for several months from Duanjiecheng to Nanzhou. Today, the spirit is in her heart, and she finally thought of the name of this Taoism-Luoshen Fu.

This is her own way.

In the majestic rain, Shao Xiaoli opened his arms.

After the trickle of Taoism rushed through the body, it turned into a great power that responds to the heavens and the earth.

The heavy rain gradually slowed down.

Next, all the raindrops are still in the air, they are connected and condensed, and they form a complete river.

The river is surging, spinning around her.

This is the complete Luohe.

To the world, the Luo River is the long river in the northwest, but to her, it is just a concept. Luohe is where Luoshen lives.

Luohe is named for her.

At this moment, Shao Xiaoli stepped into the five realms.

But she couldn't find a trace of joy. She looked at the empty surface of Nanming, watched the broken wood floating on the sea, like a lone boat, and lost her mind for a long time.

Master...Xiao Li has five ways, Xiao Li is qualified to fight alongside you...

Where are you...

At this moment, on the sea of ​​Nanxun, Lu Jiajia, who had been mad as if plundering up, was pinched on her shoulder by something. She returned to her senses and looked to her side, and found that she had previously resisted most of it for herself. Damaged sun fragments.

She picked up this fragment and vaguely understood something.

Above, the highest is empty.

The sea of ​​market that was cut open has gradually closed.

The shocking sword of the Juggernaut disappeared with Ning Changjiu's body.

Ke Wenzhou stared at the sea of ​​the market. He was too easy to win, so he was not sure if he really killed Ning Changjiu. He was silent for a moment, then pushed out **** with his left hand, and cut open the sea of ​​sword again. Passed it over.

Then, his brow furrowed tighter,

The market is empty, and Ning Changjiu's body seems to have disappeared!

……

Ancient Lingzong.

Ning Xiaoling was sitting on the throne. She felt the ripples in the sea of ​​knowledge, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

In "Tongxin", she has heard her brother's instructions for a long time.

As for the order, she is not sure if she can do it, only knows that she must do it.

In these days, Ning Xiaoling's consciousness has long established a connection with the Sea of ​​Reincarnation. At this moment, she is urging all her strength and almost integrating herself with it.

In the sea of ​​knowledge, something seems to be lurking, about to break through the thick darkness and rush out.

Ning Xiaoling's heart was beating wildly.

The sticky darkness was pierced, and something terrible came out of it.

That is a dark feather snake.

It is real, or a symbol of the sea of ​​reincarnation.

The feather snake emerged from the darkness, unfolded its huge body, entwined her consciousness tightly, strangling her, swallowing her, and becoming the nourishment of the sea of ​​ruins.

Ning Xiaoling felt the suffocation pain, her consciousness was tightened, and her body convulsed. She grew her mouth and tried to breathe the air. At the same time, she raised her head and stared at the feathered snake's blood bowl. Fighting against the magical nature of the sea of ​​reincarnation.

When people are on the verge of suffocation, there are always many hallucinations in their minds.

Master and brother’s faces flashed alternately, becoming more and more blurred... Sister Xiang’er’s sassy and heroic posture, Sister Xueci’s slightly nasty smile, and Jiuyou’s verses that she usually dislikes in her daily life are also in her mind The middle flashes one by one, their voices and smiles look like needles pierced in the skin, trying to keep themselves awake.

"On the top of the poor nine spheres, the bottom of the nine springs. The minister of the underworld, I am the only one..."

"Brother, you...you are such a person!"

"I will get my brother back when I go to Qiongbi and fall to Huangquan!"

"Brother, let's live here in the future..."

"..."

Ning Xiaoling seemed to have touched the knife in the dark. She didn't know where the knife came from. She just held it and stabbed it into the darkness ahead!

The memories flow back like a river, and in a blink of an eye they returned to the moment they first saw.

The thin and pale girl raised her head, her eyes flickered, alert and fearful, she raised her head and looked at the white-clothed teenager who was watching her, and asked:

"But...who are you?"

Boom!

In the sea of ​​knowledge, the roar of the feathered snake sounded, and the girl trembled all over, and her arm and the blade were drawn together, piercing the bones from the opponent's flesh.

She doesn't know if these are images in the sea or illusions, but it is also at this moment, as Mingjun, she finally grasped the power of Mingguo-Samsara!

Reincarnation Sea also truly recognized her at this moment.

Consciousness extended at a high speed, crossing the emptiness of the sea of ​​reincarnation, and found the white figure in the huge ocean. The figure was torn like a piece of cloth. Only the sea of ​​air and the purple court were still intact—that was a sword. The habitat of the spirit and the golden crow.

His body is dead, and the broken soul is floating alone from the ground.

Brother...

Ning Xiaoling's heartbeat kept speeding up, almost rang in her ears.

"Reincarnation!"

She opened her hand and shouted hoarsely, her trembling voice almost hoarse.

The authority is activated at this moment. The sea of ​​reincarnation that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally awakened, and all the power of authority was instilled into the body of the white-clothed boy!

……

After the sea of ​​reincarnation was activated, Ning's long-damaged soul reunited in it.

In the long darkness, Ning Xiaoling's snow-white spirituality held Ning Changjiu's hand.

At this time, Ning Changjiu looked like a child.

"Mother?"

"No, I am not your mother. You can call my sister."

"Sister...Sister?"

"Hmm."

"What's your sister's name?"

"Um...Ning Xiaoling, what about you, Ning Changjiu, forever."

Ning Changjiu...forever...

Soon, Ning Changjiu's spirit became like a seven or eight-year-old boy.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to a place where you can see the light, follow your sister, and don't get lost."

"What happens if I get lost?"

"Lost...sister will be very sad."

The sea of ​​reincarnation quickly rises with the two of them.

Ning Xiaoling's spiritual state has not changed, but Ning Changjiu is already thirteen or fourteen in a blink of an eye.

"I always have a dream recently."

"What did you dream of?"

"I often see a Taoist temple, very familiar, as if I lived there since I was a child, there are still people inside, seven...no, eight people!"

"Well, my sister will take you there in the future."

"Sister...Did you know me very early?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well...I always feel very kind. In our previous life...were you a husband and wife?"

"Um...Yes, Xiao Changjiu will grow up in the future, do you want to marry your sister?"

"Um..."

The boy blushed and nodded imperceptibly.

The sea of ​​reincarnation accelerated its rise.

Ning Changjiu is a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

He and Ning Xiaoling held hands and looked up together.

"Are we there yet?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Yeah." Ning Xiaoling nodded: "It's coming."

"Actually, I remember it all."

"What do you remember? My sister..."

Ning Xiaoling was halfway through her words, she saw that Ning Changjiu had changed back to his original appearance, and he was looking at herself tenderly with a smile on his face.

"Sister?" Ning Changjiu smiled softly.

"Ah...Master, brother." Ning Xiaoling bit her lip, lowered her head, crying and laughing.

Ning Changjiu hugged her.

"Xiaoling is the one who grew up." He said.

"Brother, you are not allowed to suffer such severe injuries in the future..." Ning Xiaoling choked up slightly: "If you hurt a little bit more, Xiaoling won't recognize you."

"Well, brother promised you." Ning Changjiu said.

The two embraced silently.

At the end of the sea of ​​reincarnation, Ning Xiaoling took the opportunity to kiss his profile and whispered:

"Brother, I found you back."

……

In the temple of the ancient Nether Kingdom, in the gate behind the temple, the sea of ​​reincarnation was boisterous.

In the hall, the door is closed, and the figures of the fish king and Jiuyou have disappeared.

The lonely red building stopped at the door of the ancient Lingzong, the bronze horse disappeared, and the death cell keel was put on Bai Zang’s neck again. Si Ming held Bai Zang in the small building and waited, she stared With the extinguished ever-bright candle on the table, the worry in the ice eyes was like a thick fog.

At this moment, Ye Chan Palace, with cold hands and feet, is standing at the gate of Ancient Nether Kingdom, and the unfitting white dress looks a little loose.

Jiuyou and Yuwang looked at the unexpected guest nervously.

I saw the petite girl stretched out her finger to the closed door and tapped it lightly.

A little pure authority is condensed on the fingertips.

Life.

Ning Xiaoling's "reincarnation" can take Ning Changjiu's soul out of the market, and the "life" of Ye Chan Palace can restore his broken body intact.

The door of the apse opened, and in the deep darkness, a white figure was held out by the current of the Samsara Sea and gently fell into the temple.

The young man in snow-like clothes lay quietly in the middle of the hall.

On the throne of Netherworld, Ning Xiaoling also opened her eyes.

Her spirit has experienced a short and hasty life in the sea of ​​reincarnation.

The girl suddenly returned to her senses, and when she saw the boy lying in the temple, she immediately rushed to the boy's side.

In the hall where the light and shadow are shaking, a girl in a pear-colored dress knelt beside him, gently calling his name.

In the Purple Mansion, in the Kingdom of the Golden Crow, at the ruins of the last sacred pillar, a bunch of bright lights, mixed with the picture before the collapse, suddenly rose.

The picture in the **** pillar overlaps with what is happening in the nether temple at this moment!

For this world, there is no such thing as twelve years back in time, so the logic loophole in the original "rebirth" pillar is something he can't make up anyway.

So, he simply reborn again.

This is a testimony from heaven and earth, a rebirth with traces to follow!

The brand-new pillar is extremely bright. Together with the four in front, it supports the entire kingdom of God seamlessly, without any flaws!

The sky is dim and the candlelight is shaking.

In the Nether Temple, the young man who should have died opened his eyes.

At the same time, on the South Sea, the Juggernaut, who was struggling to find no results to harvest his sword, stopped. He turned his head and looked into the distance, as if he was approaching an enemy.