Beyond the Divine States Chapter 477: : Sunset

On the sky list, the wind is facing, the light is absorbed, and the sky loses its blue color.

Large tracts of dark clouds are pushed from a distance by the wind, like thousands of dead souls passing by.

The world is vast and lonely.

The Dark Lord stopped talking to Yuanjun. He looked at the dark sun that penetrated into the world, and his eyes turned black for a moment.

The Dark Lord watched the dark sun.

"Has time been backtracked?"

The Dark Lord quickly realized the key.

He must occupy this earthly kingdom as quickly as possible, close the sky, and block the penetration of the dark sun.

Yuan Jun frowned.

The matter has come to this point. He did not expect that there are still variables. He travels a hundred miles and half ninety. Even if he has experienced countless winds and waves, he still can't hold down his heart at such a moment when he is only one step away from liberation. disturbed.

Yuan Jun looked at the Dark Lord.

"The World Tree can't return it to you for now." The Dark Lord said.

The deeply buried world tree is not actually owned by the Dark Lord, it is the original Lord's body, but it is now occupied by the Dark Lord.

"It's okay, as long as you can win." Yuanjun sighed.

The dark master turned around and opened the door

The door opened, and Shi looked at the boy in black and listened to the wind whistling outside the door, feeling a little scared.

"Brother..."

The dark master looked at the little girl in the pale pink dress sitting on the ground, and there was a rare soft color on his cold face.

But he knew in his heart why he brought poems with him.

In the past few years, he has organized almost all organizable forces, but he is still not sure that he can win this decisive battle. He knows that in the evil consciousness, there are two most powerful long-cherished wishes. One is to protect humanity. The fire of civilization is immortal, and the second is to protect my sister.

They are created twins, omniscient and omnipotent gods, and the only ones who have depended on each other over the long years.

At the beginning, the poem was taken away by evil, and after being locked up in the heart of evil, the only thing he could use to confront the evil deterrence was this world tree.

The world tree runs through the world and has the ability to guard the world, but it also has the ability to destroy human civilization on a large scale. This is a double-edged sword. Therefore, for so many years, the dark master has imprisoned himself in the sky list. He dare not leave the sky list, because he knows that once he goes far, his life is likely to be in danger.

The Twelve Kingdoms of Gods stare at me all the time.

The World Tree can be used as a bargaining chip with evil, but it cannot be used as a bargaining chip with Ning Changjiu.

Because they have lost the opportunity to communicate and negotiate.

Now he has two choices, one is to use the world tree to completely occupy the temporarily unowned kingdom of God, and fight Ning Changjiu to the death, and the other is to use his strength to launch a disaster of the world after he obtains the throne of the world god. , After completing the long-cherished wish of destroying mankind, he was beheaded by Dark Sun.

"I want to live."

The Dark Lord looked at the suppressed sky and suddenly said to himself.

Why can I only choose between revenge and survival?

I want revenge, and I want to live!

For thousands of years, he has deceived the world and lived extremely hard. Today, after he said that he is the dark lord, he burst into an unfounded sense of relief and pleasure in his heart. It is a kind of chick pecking. The feel of an eggshell.

The identity of evil has always been his heavy eggshell. Now the eggshell is cracked, and light penetrates through the cracks. He has been going around for thousands of years, and finally has the opportunity to see the full picture of life. How can he easily give up?

I want to live... He kept repeating inwardly.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Shi heard his self-talk, and felt that today's brother is very strange, his desire to talk today seems very strong...

The Dark Lord turned his head, a faint smile appeared on his indifferent face: "Wait for my brother's return...If my brother can return, then I will be your brother for all the years to come."

The poem blinked and couldn't understand it at all.

The Dark Lord said nothing, he turned his head, his cheeks returned to indifference.

He picked up the curtain and entered, and walked into the highest and deepest part of the sky list. That was the place where he first saw Ning Changjiu.

His body has penetrated little by little into the huge world tree, like black blood and ink blending.

"The gods live forever."

He said.

……

……

The blade of the sword left the umbrella and shook in the air like a cicada stirring its abdomen.

On the side of Zhao Xiang'er, the earth was burned by iron fire, revealing one after another extremely deep gullies with billowing smoke.

That was the trace she left when she fought with Suzaku.

Before the girl Hengjian, staring at the elegant red dress in the billowing smoke, looking for a way to get rid of her.

Suzaku is always smiling.

"You can go obviously, why don't you go?" Zhao Xianger asked.

"The deceased and relatives are here. I can leave at any time, so why rush it?" Suzaku smiled and said, "How lonely is the freedom of a person, I want to take Heng'e and take you away. We should have been together, right?"

Zhao Xianger couldn't tell whether these words came from her heart or deliberately used her words to irritate her. She tried her best to keep her mind calm and concentrate on fighting without being disturbed.

But even if he was not disturbed by Suzaku, Zhao Xianger still couldn't help thinking about the slowly descending dark sun behind him.

The scene of the moon exploding is still in sight, and the dark sun soon descends.

Ning Changjiu, Master, and Marry Xue Ci... Did everyone fail? Was it killed?

Still...

Suzaku looked at Zhao Xiang'er's changing look, looked at the black sun, and she guessed more when she knew the truth.

She looked at the unconcealable anxiety in Zhao Xianger's eyes, and couldn't help adding firewood, "Don't guess, that dark day is the fiance chosen by the mother for you."

"What did you say?!" Zhao Xianger's eyes widened, and he blurted out, losing his attitude for a while.

Suzaku was extremely satisfied with her look. She smiled and said: "The boy who clearly symbolizes the red sun, but now is going to be incarnate as the dark day descends, how ironic... But rest assured, this is just the beginning. Later, Xianger You should still be able to see the scene of everyone working together to prevent the return of the dark day. Such a beautiful scene is rare in the stage, right?"

Zhao Xianger couldn't hear what Suzaku was talking about. She stared at the dark sun that landed, and stood frozen in place, her eyes trembling.

The smile on Suzaku's face gradually faded: "Dare to be so distracted in a decisive battle with my mother?"

The flames are fleeting.

The distance between the two shortened sharply. When Zhao Xiang'er returned to his senses, the shadow of the flame had already passed the sword of the Lixie, and slapped her on the chest with a palm, Zhao Xiang'er hurriedly Opening the umbrella, he barely blocked the rest of the rushing fire, but the figure retreated unstoppably, smashing several peaks.

Suzaku looked at the shattered mountain and the girl who was killed in the smoke, with a look of pity in her eyes again.

Zhao Xianger pulled out the figure from the broken bee, and slashed the sword that covered the sky with the flames to the Vermilion Bird.

Zhao Xianger knows that she may be the only person who still has the opportunity to change everything. Inadvertently, history has quietly placed her mission on her shoulders again...

She must get rid of Suzaku!

Jianguang cut down.

At the same time, the sky list not far from them was shaking.

After the sword blade collided with the sword blade, Zhao Xianger separated from the Suzaku bullet and looked in the direction of the sky list together.

In the sky list, the earth's crust arched like a wave, the command building in the middle was like a huge boat pushed to the top of the wave, and the surrounding small buildings were instantly torn apart, and people fled.

Under the sky list, there are countless huge and strong root systems, which grow intertwinedly, like a huge octopus with knotted tentacles, pulling its body out of the ground, and instantly higher than the mountain.

That is a corner of the world tree!

On the World Tree, the hands and legs of the boy in black are tightly connected to the giant tree.

Since Ning Changjiu and Ye Chan Palace left the world and went to Taixu, he was the person most qualified to take over the kingdom of God on earth. Now, with the help of the World Tree, the luck of the world fell towards him and was He sucked into his body frantically and continued to grow.

The words of the black-clothed boy slowly echoed throughout the world:

"Ning Changjiu and Chang'e Xianjun both failed... They lost to the Dark Lord, and the dark day is about to return. The great warrior has fallen, but we are still alive and still in the world! Can we continue to live? Going on, whether the fire of civilization can continue depends on today! Fighting against the gods of the sun and the moon, the dark lord at this moment is also very weak. This is our only opportunity, don’t let the dead people go in vain Sacrifice, and don’t let those who are still alive die in vain!"

The words of the boy in black are quickly conveyed through the root system buried under the earth.

This is the unique ability of Tianbang, and his deafening voice reverberates between heaven and earth.

These words rang in her ears, and Zhao Xianger's body trembled as if struck by lightning. At this moment, she was sure that Suzaku did not deceive herself...

The evil they have always trusted, turns out to be their real enemy, the Dark Lord!

At this moment, Ning Changjiu should have insight into the truth, and is desperately killing back to the world, to behead the real dark master!

Yes...

Zhao Xianger also knows that the power of the words of the dark master will soon be transformed into the instinct and power to survive. They will work together to prevent the dark sun from coming, and even... directly Destroy the dark sun in pieces.

How could this be...

Zhao Xianger can accept death. She knows that in this battle, whether she or Ning Changjiu died, as long as the other party is still alive, he will continue to fight with the other party’s will until they die or complete them. A common long-cherished wish.

But she cannot accept such death.

What the **** is this...

The emotions surging in the body with the beating of the heart, the thin lips were bitten by the teeth, the tears flickered in the bloodshot eyes, and she was forced to go back again. She held the sword and couldn't dispel the despair in her heart. sense.

Suzaku looked at her obsessively, as if appreciating the most beautiful art in the world.

"Mother."

Zhao Xianger spoke suddenly.

Suzaku was stunned. She suspected that she had misheard, "What are you... calling me?"

"Mother." Zhao Xianger repeated it, making a sound.

She looked at Suzaku, her delicate body shuddering, but her voice calmed down: "Mother, you are free, why bother me so hard? You... let's go."

Suzaku asked faintly: "I didn't want to call my mother before, how can I do it again?"

Blood dripped from the girl’s lips, and she said: "I used to call your mother, I would lose three thousand worlds, but now, I have nothing to lose."

Suzaku said: "What if I still don't agree?"

Zhao Xianger looked at her.

After a while, the umbrella sword is choked.

Zhao Xiang'er's petite body stood upright, and on the invisible porcelain white cheeks, a discordant blush suddenly bloomed, which seemed to herald death.

The flame burns on the sword's edge, the fire phoenix lingers in the phoenix skirt, the girl's skin is not like flesh and blood, but more like crystals carved by flames.

Suzaku frowned.

She recognized that this was a life-burning sword skill, and Zhao Xianger was determined to kill her with the determination to die.

For Zhao Xianger herself, there is nothing to lose, but her husband, master, and sisters are still alive, she can't lose them...

Zhao Xianger felt that her thin shoulders were unspeakably heavy, as if she was about to crush her whole person. It was precisely in this weight that she held the sword tightly, and the figure of the fire was about to reach the extreme, and it was cut to the extreme. Suzaku.

Suzaku looked at her and couldn't help smiling again.

After letting go of the psychological burden, this little girl really can do everything. She can call her mother without a wave of face, or she can choose to draw her sword immediately when she doesn’t respond. Hey, the little girl in the rebellious period. Are they all like this...

Suzaku admires the sword.

This is a sword skill that burns life, and it also blooms with the beauty of life burning. This beauty is shaped to the extreme in the hands of Zhao Xianger, who is integrated with the fire and phoenix.

There is no such bright sword in the world.

Suzaku also felt a shudder, and she was not sure if she could take this sword.

But she wants to give it a try.

Nine feathers whirled out, the Suzaku screamed, and the flames raged to the sky, the dark sword swallowed and fell, intercepting Zhao Xianger's rushing figure.

The flames touched each other.

The sky and the earth are silent, and there is no sound.

Suzaku is empty!

Not good...

Suzaku realized with amazement that Zhao Xianger still had power hidden in her body—the pure power to dodge everything. In her short hair, she used power to avoid her own attack and went directly behind her.

If Zhao Xianger immediately turned around with a sword at this moment, she might not have time to use Three Thousand Worlds to escape.

This is a very short, very short moment, and the flow of time is almost nothing.

A sense of fear arose in Suzaku's heart. While mobilizing authority, she struck back with all her strength.

Zhao Xianger didn't turn around and stabbed.

When Suzaku attacked, there was only a bang, which was the sound of the umbrella opening.

Suzaku's attack leaned on the red umbrella.

The umbrella surface is shattered along with the ribs.

The old red umbrella that had accompanied Zhao Xianger for many years was destroyed.

The huge impact pushed her high.

Zhao Xiang'er continued the impact, and the figure drew a curve in the air that the afterimages could not be seen, and cut it towards the direction of the sky list!

Suzaku suddenly realized that Zhao Xiang'er's sword is not to win or lose with herself, she wants to face the dark master and directly kill him with the sword!

The blow I just made further contributed to this process...

At this moment, if Suzaku uses three thousand world powers, she still has a chance to intercept her.

But in the end she didn't use anything, instead she smiled idiotically: "It's our daughter, really."

The sky list.

The Dark Lord, who was occupying the kingdom of God on earth with all his strength, was amazed to perceive the shocking and murderous opportunity from that side.

The Dark Lord opened his eyes.

The flames are overwhelming to the sky, and the young girl is coming, her eyes are like fire and ink, and the shadows that fall with a sword are like red lotus blooming in hell!

Her sword is also surprisingly twisted at this speed.

What is Suzaku doing, why didn't she stop her... The Dark Lord gritted his teeth, he is now integrated with the World Tree, unable to move.

Shi also noticed this obliteration opportunity.

She instinctively stopped in front of the boy in black.

The Dark Lord did not stop her movement.

He was lucky, thinking that Zhao Xianger would not have the heart to cut this sword.

But Zhao Xiang'er's face is indifferent and indifferent, without the slightest fluctuations, no matter who is in front of her, she can still cut it right!

In an instant.

The dark lord spared no effort to let the tree roots and vines stand up to form a wall, to stop her, but in the blink of an eye, the flame tore the heavy city wall apart, and the shadow of the girl igniting the flame was graceful and elegant. Cut off sharply.

When the sword reached the top of the poem's head, the dark master dragged the poem back with his arm to block it.

In the center of the World Tree, the flames burst into the sky.

The sound of root fracture and blasting is like thousands of thunders exploding at the same time.

The umbrella sword is broken.

Zhao Xianger leaned the broken sword against the shadow master's figure, and blood poured out from under the girl's strong outfit. This sword drew all her strength away. At this moment, she couldn't even stand up.

Tens of thousands of roots of the world tree under the dark lord's body were cut by this sword. Not only that, the dark lord's forearm was also directly cut off, and there was flame burning at the smooth, mirror-like incision. flesh.

Shi was guarded by the Dark Lord, with a look of horror.

Aren't you good friends... How come... She can't tell the situation.

"Xihe, you really deserve to die...it's worth noting that I tried to get Suzaku to kill you once thousands of years ago." The dark lord looked at his broken arm and sighed.

He has not yet fully occupied the kingdom of God on earth, and most of his power is poured into the kingdom of God. If Zhao Xianger's sword is further to the heart, his thousand-year preparations will indeed fail. possibility.

Fortunately, it's just a broken arm.

World Tree repaired his body quickly.

In the root system, Yuanjun was also disturbed and emerged from it.

He looked at the dark master with a broken arm, feeling a moment of fear, then stared at Zhao Xianger coldly, and said angrily: "Looking for death!"

The root system rises up from the ground and turns into a net of heaven and earth, guarding a wooden sword, and piercing towards Zhao Xianger's weak back.

Zhao Xianger can't resist.

She didn't know how effective her sword was. She was extremely weak at this moment. She just wanted to take another look at the dark sun before she died.

But she can't even look back.

The vine blocked the retreat, and the wooden sword pierced the vest.

Just as Yuanjun thought that the momentum was bound to be won, a white shadow rushed over from a distance, ripped the vines, and arrived in an instant.

The wooden sword buzzed and was sealed in place.

In Yuanjun's horrified gaze, Zhao Xianger's neck was picked up, and he left the scope of the sky list within a few leaps.

"Meow meow--"

Bai Zang put down Zhao Xianger.

Xiang'er's body was trembling with pain, and the clothes were stained with blood.

Bai Zang looked at the black-clothed boy, the luminous vertical pupils condensed into almost invisible thin lines.

Bai Zang is not stupid. After a brief surprise, he also understands the current situation.

"Dark Sun...is...he..."

Under her body, Zhao Xianger's blood-filled lips moved slightly, and the words floated out like a gossamer, and then she softened and passed out completely.

Bai Zang looked up at the sky.

There, many cultivators of the human race have gathered their sword lights and slashed towards the dark day!

……

The sky is slowly closing.

The Kingdom of God does not welcome Ning Changjiu's arrival.

In the chaotic body, the white-clothed boy blended with him. For thousands of years, many thoughts born from evil have also entered his sea of ​​knowledge.

Ning Changjiu understood what the evil had done for thousands of years.

About six thousand years later, Poetry came to the world to sow seeds. Afterwards, she was attacked by the dark lord and took away her power. Seeing that her sister would not return for two thousand years, she temporarily left the Dead Star Territory and went to the world.

Evil knew that he had a mental problem. He was afraid that he would destroy the achievements of civilization planted by his sister, so he fabricated a belt of light and imprisoned himself.

When evil came to the world, the world was a melee between the six gods in the early days and the dark master, Emperor Chang Xi.

The chaotic body was fabricated by him to suppress his crazy prison, but it is also something similar to the kingdom of God. It can draw strength from the Western Zhou Dynasty and continuously transport it into his body to ensure that he will not be because Leaving the Death Star field for too long and exhaustion.

The chaotic body has been rejected by the world and blocked from the atmosphere, but evil is not worried, because he knows that it only takes a few years to assimilate the chaotic body with the world below, and he can Infiltrate easily.

The battle of the gods broke out one after another, and the dark lord of the world described him as the ‘dark lord’, letting everyone and the gods regard him as an enemy and launch an offensive.

In the war that lasted for a thousand years, he was severely depleted, and the dark master threatened his sister's life, which made him afraid to infiltrate easily.

The human civilization created by poetry is difficult to survive in the battle of gods.

In order to protect civilization, he created the twelve kingdoms of gods with the power of ‘omnipotence’. While maintaining the order of human civilization, he managed to take the opportunity to regain his sister.

Later, he snatched his sister back, fearing that she was bored, and fabricated her a fantasy world of demons.

But the Dark Lord occupies the world tree.

The world tree hooks the lives of countless people.

The protection of human civilization is carved into his bones. The Dark Lord threatened with this, and he had no choice but to stay out of the sky, not daring to infiltrate.

So a strange pattern came into being. Evil does not dare to enter the world because he is afraid that the dark lord will destroy civilization, and the dark lord does not dare to take the initiative to destroy civilization, because once he really does it, the deterrence will fail. Evil will come as a savior, and he will also be the dead by then. Funeral.

Such mutual deterrence has lasted for thousands of years, and they are all trying to get rid of each other. Compared with the Dark Lord, the evil self is imprisoned in a huge chaos body, and the thinking that has been severely worn by the years is much slower.

I have to say that the belief that evil guards human civilization is moving.

But this does not mean that he is a friend. On the contrary, to many people, he is still a demon.

Ning Changjiu thought of the bones of Xian Ting, the countless spirit swallowers floating in the sea of ​​ruins, the ascendants who died with hatred, and the monks who were planted with innate spirits... these years, death There are already countless cultivators in the hands of evil!

That's why people believe in the words of the Dark Lord, and believe that the one outside the sky is the real demon.

Because he is a demon to them! It is a devil that must be removed!

And the evil's wanton slaughter of cultivators does not conflict with his beliefs.

The definition of evil for human beings still remains at 1.5 billion years ago.

In his belief, the cultivator is not a person!

In the belief of evil, the definition of man is extremely detailed, but among the definitions that have been injected, there has never been a definition that man can fly, can impose a sword, can emit sword energy, can move mountains and seas with bare hands...

Evil thinks that they are just hostile lives in human skin. He doesn't care about their lives, and slaughtering them is like harvesting straw.

They are not human...

So, no matter when Ning Changjiu sees the truth, a deadly battle with evil is inevitable. It is the guardian of mankind, but it is the mortal enemy of the cultivators, the enemy they will destroy.

Cultivators are also human!

The Dark Lord wants to kill everyone, and slaughter the cultivators at will... both inside and outside are enemies. And the dark master set up this big lie, only to protect himself and achieve his goal when Ning Changjiu waited for people to lose both sides with evil.

It turns out that these seemingly blessed cultivators really survive in the cracks...

For thousands of years, evil has occupied the fairy court, blocked the path of ascension, ended the war with the twelve gods, and maintained an orderly order for thousands of years, allowing mankind to flourish. He killed the ancient gods as well as the demons, almost exterminated the ancient gods, and imprisoned the demons in a city. He changed the rules of the bottom and built a high wall in the realm of the cultivators, making it more and more difficult for them to reach a high realm. .

Five hundred years ago, Zhongtu had hundreds of practitioners of the Five Paths, but before the restoration of the world, Zhongtu had only about 30 of the Five Paths, and most of them were in the first stage of the Five Paths.

If the peace continues, the realm of the cultivator will be lower and lower, and the Zi Ting will be as precious as the five ways in the future. Until the end, the matter of cultivating from the home planet becomes completely clean.

Unfortunately, the cultivator never succumbed.

To this day, in the suppression of evil that has lasted for thousands of years, these hostile lives have the power to compete with him! Evil thinking can't understand this matter. In desperation, his will makes a decision, allowing him to abandon the order that has been guarding for thousands of years, come to the world, and make the last fight to save the survival of mankind.

Next, he was defeated.

Ning Changjiu quickly read the memory remaining in the chaotic body.

In front of his eyes, countless sword lights slashed at him.

Among them, there are many familiar figures, including unobservable senior brothers and sisters, who are performing familiar techniques, waving the sword light that once fought with him, and slashing towards his body.

Many majestic sword qi smashed through the chaotic body, shattering the body into the bones.

He can't leave the Chaos Body for the time being, and can't communicate with them.

He didn't want to hurt them, and he couldn't stop them from hurting himself.

Thousands of spiritual power shot into the dark day like arrows, he was far less powerful than evil, and at this moment, he was seriously injured. In spiritual power, his body was beaten full of holes.

The dark sun is still landing stubbornly. In the eyes of the world, this is the end. They weeping and praying and wailing, hoping that he will die soon, hoping that the monks will drive him out of the world.

Many monks with mental breakdown even ran into him directly. They shouted, desperate, and exchanged their wills, leaving their bodies torn apart.

Ning Changjiu watched this scene, with blood flowing from his flushed eyes.

But he still looked at the world with wide eyes.

This is the world he wants to protect...

But the power of the kingdom of God on earth has been monopolized by the dark master. This world they have worked hard to build repels him. At this moment, they spare no effort to help him repair his body and provide spiritual power, but the evil chaos body.

The Chaos Body accepted him.

The reason why the Chaos Body accepts him is because the Chaos Body can clearly feel that there is no difference between his fundamental beliefs and evil:

The fire of protecting human civilization is immortal!

It's just that Ning Changjiu wants to protect all human beings!

"The fire that protects human civilization will never die."

He repeated it again, the words were light and clear, but he seemed to have exhausted his strength.

The white-clothed boy opened his arms to the world, and this round of black sun also landed at a high speed toward the center of the middle-earth, toward the direction of the sky list, with a gesture of splitting the world!

The sky list.

The sturdy world tree is blooming with ironic white flowers, and the black-clothed boy slowly rises from the brand-new throne.

He looked at this dark day and shook his head slowly.