Beyond the Divine States Chapter 461: : A dream in the future

The sea of ​​dust from the explosion of stars is like a barrier between the heavens and the earth, as if myths and legends have been verified. The heavens and the earth are divided into nine layers, and the sunlight is reflected by the ashes floating in the sky and cannot shine on the ground. The ground was dim, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The after wave of the meteorite explosion is still pushing at an unimaginable high speed, the tumbling embers are full of high temperature, and there are no birds in a radius of thousands of miles, and the dust of the noisy sky has constructed a purgatory that cannot survive.

Don’t say it’s high in the sky. The land gathered thousands of miles away was swept by the heat wave of the explosion. Fortunately, the center of the explosion was the endless Jinghu...

The water in Jinghu Lake has been boiled, and a large number of fish carcasses have emerged from the water.

Bai Zang's body with a silver skirt floated out of the steaming lake. His snow-white body was slightly undulating with breathing. The blood on it was silky, and the white corpses of fish floating on the side looked like Flower petals sprinkled in water.

The dragon chant was the last sound that Si Ming heard. Her spiritual consciousness finally died, and there was no room for thinking. The sea of ​​consciousness buzzed black and fell lightly in the temple. The Golden Crow God Kingdom at the same time Disintegrated, turned into a golden light, and flew towards the clouds above.

In the sound of the dragon's roar, Bai Zang, who was unconscious, woke up suddenly, and the scattered silver eyes gathered together.

She recognized the dragon roar.

Thousands of years ago, she had heard such a voice...

At that time, she had not yet ascended the seat of God, in the northwest of the earth, in a storm, she stood on the wasteland and witnessed the scarlet lightning falling from the sky, and then countless snakes and pythons rushed towards the lightning. It is as if the glutton, who has been hungry for thousands of years, has seen a feast all over the city.

In the squally rainstorm, the **** air floated from a distance. Bai Zang knew that there was a fierce fight there, and after that, a long and ancient dragon roar sounded, covering all the noisy sounds.

The dragon chant belongs to the new dragon king.

It's... Thunder Prison!

The **** lord of the immortal world, the most powerful king of the existing dragon life, Lei Lao!

White Zang confirmed that he heard it correctly.

But if the person who came is really Thunder Prison, then what is going on? It will take two months for the Dark Lord to pass Lei Lao Star, even if it misses to light up Lei Lao Star, it will be two months later, why the White House Kingdom has just been destroyed, and the Lei Lao Kingdom has been opened. Up? Who lit the stars?

The first reaction of Bai Zang was Ye Chan Palace. After all, in this battle to stop the stars, Ye Chan Palace did not appear from beginning to end... But the Dark Lord has not been really expelled, Ye Chan Palace has the means to reach the sky. , It is impossible to truly reach the sky!

Bai Zang can't think of an answer for the time being.

She crawled out of Jinghu Lake and came to the shore. She looked at the figures of Lu Jiajia and Si Ming who fell on the ground, and after confirming that they still had a breath, she sat between them, thinking about nothing, just lying on the grass. , Look up at the sky.

A huge black shadow appeared in the sea of ​​clouds!

The black shadow is moving at high speed in the clouds, the scales open and close, and the sound that can only be heard when the armor hits, the long roar of the ancient dragon is like the heavy wind in the sky, and its majesty echoes. This seven-layered sea of ​​dust seems to be its world, and when its body swings, it also bursts into a vast scene of tumbling and shaking the five continents. Lei Lao is already like this. How should the candle dragon, the head of the ten thousand dragons, be before his death. The horror?

The Dragon King travels through the heavy dust, and the ancient scales are not afraid of the high temperature, dancing around and flying away.

Lei Lao found Ning Changjiu's soul.

More than three thousand years ago, Ning Changjiu was killed by Yan Fu in his last life as Yi. The soul was stored in the immortal world of the thunder prison for two thousand years, until Huan'e returned from the moon prisoner. Therefore, Lei Lao is very familiar with this soul.

Ning Changjiu's soul floats in the clouds, like a butterfly with wings on fire.

Leilao's huge head surrounds this spirit.

The image of Leilao is similar to the description of dragons in ancient mythology. The difference is that Leilao has three heads!

There are three heads of different ages.

Its oldest head is in the middle, and the two next to it are heads of young and middle-aged people.

Its golden lantern-like pupils stared at Ning Changjiu's broken soul, with dragon breath spitting out of its nose, and complex expressions gleaming in its eyes.

It uttered the same Shen Xiong sigh.

According to the promise with Ye Chan Palace, Lei Lao opened his mouth wide, swallowing Ning Changjiu's soul into his body with a gesture of qi swallowing mountains and rivers, and then smashed through the clouds, rushed into the sky, and flew into the virtual world. In the world of immortality.

Ning Changjiu said when the Sin King God Kingdom collapsed, how I leave, I will return.

He was originally brought back by Ye Chan Palace from the Immortal Realm, but now he is going back there again and resurrected again, but next time he wakes up, I don't know when it will be.

The dragon roar disappeared between the layers of heaven.

Ye Changong brushed off the water mirror in front of her, her face still didn't fluctuate much, but when she touched her cheek with her finger, the fingertips lingered on something moist.

Zhao Xianger was sitting on the white clouds of Three Thousand Worlds, where there was still a quiet scene of white clouds and cranes coming and going, she withdrew her gaze from a distance. The breeze blew her cheeks, but the lower legs that swayed like a swing no longer swayed, and the girl's posture was calm as a statue.

Snow-feathered little bird flew from a distance across thousands of mountains and rivers.

She turned into Xueyuan, knelt on one knee, and handed the letter paper to Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger took the letter, opened it, and opened it.

……

‘Xiang, how are you doing these days?

The flowers in the courtyard of the sword pavilion opened yesterday, and I took a leisurely time to appreciate it, and I couldn't help but think of the previous days.

If it was Zhao Guo, the flowers should have bloomed earlier. I have always regretted that the three-year agreement did not last long. Recently, I have been disturbed by sleep and food, and I often have the urge to come to the West to see you, but I have never dared to come because I know I can’t hide from you, but I never thought that we didn’t meet face to face, and you already guessed what would happen in the future. What's wrong, Xiang'er is really ice and snow smart.

Sooner or later, the dark lord will cast the meteor to the world. I am not sure when it will be, but I guess it was when the kingdom of Baizang or Quanlin was destroyed. There were no walls in the sky, only clouds, birds, and whiskers. Some people use the flesh as a wall to keep them in the sky.

This is also the first real confrontation with the Dark Lord.

There is no need for Xianger to worry. Five hundred years ago, although everyone could not perform the scene to this day, they were prepared for death.

The eternal world will be my temporary sleeping place. The authority of life will reshape my body. Don’t worry that we will forget each other. The authority of dreams will be the anchor of my memory in this life... and when I’m just being one A dream, everything is like yesterday after waking up from the dream.

Master said that I will sleep for eight years.

It has been six thousand years since we first walked out of the sun. If the flames of the paper continue, it will be an unimaginable long time of 1.5 billion years. Compared with eight years, it seems to be just The moment I flicked my finger, but I was still a little worried.

I like you and I like this world.

I also have some immature ideas about the authority of space. I thought of the infinity of Yanfu. Its infinity is composed of time and destiny. It is the infinity on a single world line. In those days, did Master join hands with you to create a new infinity with time and space? I did not go back to twelve years ago, but jumped from one world line to another twelve years ago. In this world, I am living a completely different life.

Of course, such a statement may be a little weird...

In the past few years, I have been together with Xiang'er for little and long time, and I have always been worried and guilty. Although the previous meeting was short, I will always remember Xiang'er's smile and the beauty of the three thousand worlds.

See you in eight years. ’

After folding the letter paper, Zhao Xianger read it calmly and retracted it into his sleeve. The wind blew from a distance, curling up the heat waves in the sky, and blowing away the black and white eyebrows.

"See you in eight years."

She beckoned to the distance, the phoenix skirt curled up in the clouds.

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Lu Jiajia woke up from her dream, she straightened up, her chest rising and falling violently.

She turned her head and found that Si Ming was asleep not far away. Si Ming couldn't tell whether he was asleep or unconscious, and his brows were still frowned.

Lu Jiajia couldn't restrain her gasping. Her fingers were stuck in her long hair, and she held her head with a splitting headache tightly. She recalled the previous nightmare and turned her head to the right and looked to the right.

Bai Zang is sitting by the window, looking at the sparse light outside. In front of her, there is a folded, slender scarf.

Bai Zang turned his head, watched Lu marry and said, "You are awake."

Lu Jiajia quickly asked: "Long time? Where is he...?"

Bai Zang looked at her quietly without answering.

Lu Jiajia's eyes drooped slightly, and her voice trembled: "I just had a nightmare, and I dreamt that he...he is...ah!"

Lu Jiajia snorted, she put her head in her hands and pressed it against the quilt. In Fangcai’s nightmare, she saw the stars fall, and she saw Ning Changjiu standing in the air, smashed to pieces by the meteor...

Bai Zang can guess what she dreamed of. She said: "This is not a dream."

Lu Jiajia's hands stopped trembling. When she raised her head again, tears flowed from her eyes, her eyes were foggy, empty and pale, but she looked at Bai Zang dumbly, without a trace of anger.

Lu Jiajia stopped thinking, her body shivered with cold, and her heart was uncontrollably colic. The teenager with a gentle smile in her memory disappeared, and her endless sourness was like rain floating in the sea of ​​knowledge. cloud.

She couldn’t accept it, she didn’t dare to think about it, she didn’t even experience the final parting of life and death...

Bai Zang watched Lu's marriage almost collapsed, and said, "Don't worry, he is not dead."

Lu Jiajia did not move. After a while, he slowly raised his head and frowned, as if he was wondering if he was hearing a hallucination.

Bai Zang repeated: "He is not dead. In this world, only Lei Lao’s immortal realm can save Ning for a long time. Now, the Lei Lao divine kingdom has been opened, and it has brought him back to the immortal realm. If nothing else, Chang'e will be in the immortal world at this moment."

Lu Jiajia did not understand, the immortal world...that is the kingdom of Lei Lao, Lei Lao...

"I...have been in a coma for two months?" Lu Jiajia's heart was shocked. Could it be that all this happened two months ago?

Bai Zang said: "No, you were in a coma for three days."

Lu Jiajia is more confused: "What is going on?"

Bai Zang said: "Come to the window and look up."

Lu Jiajia staggered down from the couch. The woman's soft legs barely developed some strength and raised her body. She held the edge of the bed upright, walked to Bai Zang's side, and followed Bai Zang looked up in the direction of his fingers.

In the sky, countless monks are dispatched. They are responsible for driving the sea of ​​dust to the wild and preventing it from covering the sun and falling into the world.

Such actions have been going on for three days and three nights.

There are still a lot of dust clouds floating in the sky, but the sky above the sword pavilion has been swept away by the monks, and when you look up, you can see the sky.

"That's..."

Lu Jiajia immediately noticed that there seemed to be an extra star somewhere in the night sky.

Is that Lei Lao Star...

Lu Jiajia was puzzled, and Bai Zang had already given the answer: "That's Uranus."

She explained what happened at that time: "Ning Changjiu blocked the meteorite with his body, and his body was destroyed, only the soul. Only the master and Lei Lao can save it. No one in the world can ignite the Lei Lao star. But the monsters on Uranus can! They are already free, free from the control of the dark master, the unobservable sixth is on Uranus, he should know this plan."

Lu Jiajia vaguely understand.

The monster race on Uranus ignited the Leilao star and saved Ning Changjiu...

"What about the other person? Where is he now?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Bai Zang said: "He should be asleep."

Lu Jiajia's brain was in pain, and she slowly recovered from the pain. She remembered the parting scene. She asked him how long the deadline was. He said eight years...

Eight years...

For a cultivator, eight years should be just a short period of life, but for Lu Jiajia at this moment, there is a sense of longness that is beyond sight.

Ning Changjiu's previous life stopped at the age of twenty-eight.

Will it be repeated in this life? Can they see each other again?

Lu Jiajia doesn't have a trace of confidence.

She sat down beside Bai Zang after her mind calmed down a bit, and they looked out the window together. In the constant gust of wind, many trees were broken in the courtyard, and the petals fell clean and mixed. Piled up.

Only the scarf was folded squarely, like snow that was still unwilling to melt at the end of spring.

Time has become extremely long.

……

The dust in the sky was gradually emptied. Some of them were cleared into the deep valleys of the wasteland, some were filled into the sea, and many rivers were directly submerged, forming new land.

Two days later, Si Ming also woke up.

When she woke up, she saw Shao Xiaoli's red eyes at a glance.

Si Ming, like Lu married, felt a headache, and it took a long time to get over.

Learning that Si Ming was awake, Lu Jiajia quickly came in with the decoction, and Si Ming learned the ins and outs of the matter from her mouth.

"Want to make us happy... Hmph, I lied to us again, I really want to tear his mouth." Si Ming said in a vague voice, she took the medicinal soup, stirred it gently with a porcelain spoon, and said: "I don't want to drink."

Lu Jia married he wanted to talk but stopped.

Shao Xiaoli barely smiled, and said: "I don't want to drink it or not. It's already so bitter. What do you want to drink bitter medicine?"

Si Ming stretched out his hand, touched Xiaoli's face, and then drew back, squeezing tightly.

Lu Jia married: "Sister Xueci, don't be too sad, husband is still alive... This time, he shouldn't lie to us."

Siming laughed at herself. She said, "I have lived more than a thousand years. I don’t know how many eight years have passed. I am not married to such a little girl. I feel that I’m going to die for eight years. Live."

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips and stared at her with reddish eyes.

Si Ming shook Lu Marriage's hand and said: "Well, at least this time there is a time limit, not an indefinite wait. Eight years...Soon, don't cry for marriage."

She comforted her, but Lu Jiajia's tears fell unconsciously, and Shao Xiaoli on the side began to wipe his eyes.

Xiao Li bit her lip and said, "Since Sister Si Ming is so gentle?"

Si Ming said: "I have always been gentle and kind..."

"A lie." Lu Jiajia said softly, and then took the porcelain spoon and fed the medicine to her lips. The words were quite majestic: "Drink!"

Si Ming was surprisingly obedient, and took a sip.

Lu Jiajia bit his teeth slightly, and said softly: "Yes, let's not be too sad... Maybe he is sleeping peacefully now, dreaming some dreams."

Si Ming drank the medicine. It seemed that the medicine was bitter, and he couldn't say any more.

Shao Xiaoli sat in a precarious manner, looked at them, pressed his lips tightly, and got up after a while and said: "I'll cook for you."

Shao Xiaoli finished the meal, and everyone asked Bai Zang to eat together.

Lu Jiajia and Si Mingdi tasted a little bit. Si Ming looked at Xiaoli, not sure: "Is there too much salt?"

Lu Jiajia was chewing rice grains, and felt bitter and unspeakable.

"Really? Xiaoli taste it..." Shao Xiaoli couldn't taste the food he cooked by himself.

Bai Zang said calmly: "The taste has not changed."

"So..." Si Ming responded softly.

A little bit broken, the bitterness in Lu Jia's mouth is gone, the rice is still soft, but she can't lift her appetite.

Everyone fell silent again.

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Ning Changjiu woke up.

He was in a low yard. The yard was full of dark dirt houses. There was a door in front of him. The door was very dilapidated. Next to the door stood a grandmother who was too old.

Ning Chang remembered this scene for a long time.

At the time when he was in Yu Jian Tianzong, he married Lu Jia and talked about his past life. The beginning of his past life was in this pile of ruined houses. Here, he was taken away by the second senior brother and brought back all the way. It's not appreciable.

Now, he is back here.

Ning Changjiu is not sure if all this is an illusion, nor is he sure if he is awake at the moment.

He looked at the old woman, who seemed to be guarding the gate, and he couldn't even be sure whether she was asleep or dead.

There is silence here.

After waiting for a long time, Ning Changjiu finally heard a knock on the door.

The old woman woke up and opened the door.

The door opened.

The gentle moonlight fell into the courtyard, and Ning Changjiu looked at the girl standing at the door, like seeing the shadow of Shuiyue.

The girl seemed to give money or something to the old woman.

The old woman opened her eyes and smiled.

"Let's go." The girl looked at Ning Changjiu and stretched out her hand.

Ning Changjiu shook her hand.

She took him out of this depressed courtyard and came outside.

Everything is still as if the second brother took him through.

The girl walked quietly beside him, her white veil woven like moonlight, swaying in the breeze of the alley... The girl was like moonlight, only her eyebrows and hair were dark. The timeless night.

"Master," Ning Changjiu said softly.

The person leading him was Ye Chan Palace.

Ye Chan Palace still looks like a girl, with beautiful young teeth, beautiful bones, clear and ethereal beauty, and it is difficult to describe the scene in words.

"Hmm."

She answered softly.

Ning Chang long remembered the scene before sleeping.

No, it was not before falling asleep. He could clearly know that he was still asleep at the moment. It was the master who connected with him through dreams.

He recalled the scene of the falling meteorite.

The stars exploded in front of his eyes, like flowers woven by flames, and his bones were blown to pieces in the flames. Looking back at this moment, he could still feel the heart-wrenching phantom pain... the end of memory, he Vaguely heard a dragon chant.

"Did I stop the meteorite? Is the world okay?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Everything is well, rest assured." Ye Changong's words were as calm and soft as ever, as if the most restless flames would be smoothed into sea water by her words.

Ning Changjiu's mind became quieter.

Although it is a dream, he can also feel the touch of the master's fingers, which is also indescribably soft, as if it is not a person who draws him, but a ray of spring breeze that has turned thousands of times.

"Are we in the realm of immortality now?"

Ning Changjiu asked, looking at the intertwined stones in the town.

Ye Chan Gong lightly tapped the head, and she led him into the alley to the south.

There were three people standing in the alley as they did in the past, a young man, a middle-aged man, and an old man.

They watched their departure quietly.

The original Ning Changjiu didn't know their identities. At this moment, he suddenly realized that these three people are the manifestations of the three heads of the **** Leilao.

They passed through the town together.

At the end of the town, Ye Chan Palace stopped.

Ning Changjiu walked to her side, stopped to stare, and everything suddenly became clear in front of her.

That is a vast and boundless world.

This world doesn't seem to be too abnormal from the outside world, but there are countless golden butterflies flying in it.

Ning Changjiu opened the eyes of the lunar yin and looked over.

Countless golden butterflies were flying in the air. Many of them landed on the ground, as if they were old and dead, but it didn't take long before they flew up from the ground and floated up into the sky again.

"Their life is like a rope, and death is like a pair of scissors for them, which will cut the rope in half. But after cutting into two halves, the rope still exists, but it is shorter. The next time you die, you will cut this half of the rope in half, and the rope of life will be cut in half, but no matter how many times it is cut, even if the rope is cut as small as dust, it will not disappear... So, they The life of eternal life is immortal." Ye Chan Palace described the world, saying: "This is the logic of life in the immortal world."

Ning Changjiu listened to Master’s words, imagined this bizarre world, and asked: "Where do these butterflies come from?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "They are all souls. After the sea of ​​reincarnation is closed, many souls turn into butterflies and come to the world of immortality. They do not know the spring and autumn, do not know the temperature and the cold, do not know life and death, they can live forever, but immortal lives in them. But it doesn’t make sense."

"It's really an absurd world..." Ning Changjiu sighed lightly: "Am I going to live here in the days to come?"

"Yes, we want to live here."

"Us?"

"Well, I won't make you a butterfly."

Ye Chan Palace looked at the golden butterflies flying in the sky and said softly.