Beyond the Divine States Chapter 134: : The old man in the valley

The gray-black fog churns up and down. In the extreme darkness, these fog clusters seem to be light with dead ashes, and in the gray fog, countless long smokes are like entangled and wriggling snakes. They rushed in the direction where Ning Changjiu fell, but they were extremely afraid of the golden crow's light and did not dare to approach.

In the perception of the fall, Ning Changjiu's only consciousness bit his tongue. The pain gave him a brief awake. He opened his golden pupils. He could no longer see the edge of the cliff. The field of vision occupied by the snakes condensed by smoke, they are densely packed like corpses, and they have gathered into hurricane-like inverted cones. Just looking at it makes the scalp explode.

During the rapid fall, Ning Changjiu held the sword in his hand and stabled towards the surroundings. Fortunately, he didn't fall too far from the cliff. The short sword didn't protrude far enough and touched the hard rock wall.

His spiritual energy quenched the blade and plunged into it at once. His body also hit the rock wall under the force. Then, following the inertia of the fall, the blade of the soul quenched and slid like cutting mulch, along the smooth surface. An extremely long gully was cut all the way through the wall.

Ning Changjiu doesn’t know how long he will fall in this abyss, but people always have an instinctive fear of the unknown darkness. During the fall, he glanced down, as if he could see what was hidden in the darkness. Countless evils and dangers.

His Dao heart is constantly alert, making him unable to calm down at all. He clings to the hilt of the sword, his wrists and arms are almost insensible, and the golden crow cannot be condensed into a specific shape, and where it passes , Dragged out a long golden light band, that light band came together a little bit in the dark, like a golden fishing line hanging down from the sky.

After he plunged into the wall with the sword, the speed of his decline was much slower, so the fear caused by the abyss also seemed to be stretched for a long time. He was in this kind of heart-pounding length, and he was firmly suppressed. My heart is trembling, trying my best to make my emotions return to calm.

The Golden Crow was with him. His physical condition was getting worse and worse, and the Golden Crow became weaker and weaker. Finally, it collapsed into a golden ball of light, and suddenly penetrated into Ning Changjiu’s body. For a long time, I felt a touch of warmth from his chest, and that touch of warmth helped him dispel a lot of cold.

The sword body kept rubbing against the wall, sparks were flying everywhere, and soon the pressure on the sword body was almost to the extreme.

And Ning Changjiu knew that without this sword, he fell into the abyss, and might even be broken to pieces.

He pressed his hands firmly on the hilt of the sword, gritting his teeth. I don't know if it was an illusion, in the peripheral light that he glanced down, he saw a faint green light.

The lights are far away and small. They are arranged in a certain formation pattern, looking like a constellation in the night sky, but with a kind of memorial to the dead.

Ning Changjiu was unable to find out what it was. He could only preliminarily judge that it was the bottom of the abyss. The practitioners in the past hollowed out a mountain, and he fell directly from the top to the bottom!

While still falling at a high speed, the distance between him and those ghost fires was shortened in an instant.

The ghost fire keeps magnifying in sight, the fear in my heart grows uncontrollably, and when the sword in my hand burns to its extreme, it bursts with a crackling sound, the broken sword that was originally trapped in the rock wall Suddenly he lost his support, and slid into the empty place-there was a fault on the rock wall, and he entered a wider space!

Ning Changjiu let out a low growl, and the spiritual power surged out from his body, protecting his body before he was about to fall into the encirclement of the lights.

Boom!

Ning Changjiu hit the ground, his back hurt, as if he had hit something. He didn't care about it. He just rolled a few times, relieved the impact of the fall, and then hit the hard rock again. Pier.

It was a huge round stone pier under a dragon pillar.

Ning Changjiu's throat was sweet and he vomited blood. He curled up in pain, his hands and feet trembling, blood dripping onto his cheeks, and his eyelids were stuck. He stretched out his sleeve and touched his face, trying to wipe off the blood. .

He got up with difficulty, but his body was hurt too badly, and his golden pupils couldn't condense anyway, so he had to reluctantly open the slightly weaker sword eyes and look around.

That is a huge circular space.

This space is built with huge stones, solemn and solemn.

And on the ground, there are countless weird artifacts. It is difficult to tell what those artifacts are at a glance, but the dust of different thicknesses on them can be seen for many years, and there are many on those artifacts. They are covered with a layer of old cloth, the material of the cloth is very special, a little fluffy, and the four corners of the cloth are also tied with threads.

That should be something thrown from above, because I was afraid that the object would be damaged directly, so I tied this kind of cloth and let it land here slowly.

Ning Changjiu once asked Yan Zhou what is hidden here. Yan Zhou told him that there are many remaining treasures in this world. They are very precious, but the demonic and evil nature or other auras that can pollute the spirit cannot Erase it, can only reluctantly seal it and hide it.

And the huge space under this hidden peak is scattered with countless such evil weapons.

That should have been found by the early peak masters, artifacts left over from the age of the melee of the gods.

The evil nature of the utensils filled this space, making Ning Changjiu feel intense discomfort. He could hear the neighing and roar of the fierce beast in his ears, and the blood and cremation turned into real colors. Burned eyelids.

Fortunately, in this space, the aura is also extremely abundant, even several times more abundant than in the hidden peak.

This is similar to what he originally guessed. According to the phenomenon that the aura will sink after reaching a sufficient concentration, the aura in the hidden peak will flow into this space like a waterfall. The accumulation of such a large amount of aura is to suppress Washing away the evil nature of these artifacts.

Just even so, this should be a long process for hundreds of years.

Ning Changjiu didn't think it was his chance to fall here. He didn't dare to try to control any artifact, and he didn't need to take such a risk.

But those demonic weapons seemed to have been alone for too long. After feeling the breath of the stranger, they made a trembling sound that was almost eager, seeming to be tempting him to pick them up.

Ning Changjiu silenced these voices.

A strong spiritual energy poured into his body. After briefly adjusting his breath, he began to look for the exit of this space.

He stood up and looked around slowly with a pair of sword eyes.

The faint green light spots he had seen before were all lights. At this moment, there was no barrier of strong spiritual energy. The lights that appeared in front of them were pure milky white. The light poles were also extremely long, and there was no way to hide them inside. What kind of material can make this fire shine for a hundred years.

Ning Changjiu stood up along the huge stone pier.

Suddenly his head knocked on something extremely hard, and it hurt.

He withdrew some of his body, and instinctively a bone-chill shone behind him.

He felt that there was something extremely dangerous behind him. It felt like a long sword cut into mud on his back. As long as the opponent exerted a little force, he could pierce his heart.

And he didn't notice it until this moment.

Ning Changjiu calmed down. As he calmed down, the sense of danger gradually faded. He turned around, opened his sword eyes, and saw something like a white skeleton. He felt that something was wrong, and then backed away. A few steps, and then a few steps back, and then he finally saw what it was.

The dragon pillar that runs through the mountain is really wrapped around a dragon!

The dragon-shaped thing is a huge, boneless object. It wraps around the huge pillar and goes up. It takes tens of feet to see the head. If you separate the body wrapped around the pillar, I don’t know what to do. The huge length.

As soon as Ning Changjiu saw it, there was a strange emotion in his heart. That emotion was not fear or excitement. He didn't know how to describe it, but it had an epic feeling of vicissitudes of life.

After looking carefully, he found that it was not a keel, because it did not have four claws. It looks more like a giant python in mythology. It has been dead for many years. At this moment, the huge body wrapped around the pillar still bears an inconceivable horror, while its pointed head is raised diagonally upwards. He started to look at the exit position in this deep well-like space.

This leaning upward movement is like a living thing, making people feel that it will wake up again at any time, slid quickly along this dragon pillar, and return to its kingdom.

The huge pressure almost made Ning Changjiu breathless, and at this moment, in the endless darkness and the cold light, a voice sounded even more so that Ning Changjiu felt like falling into an ice cellar.

The voice was old and feeble, like a wind mixed with sand and dust, with an uncomfortably weak and astringent. The owner of the voice should be an old man with white beard and hair and half of his feet stepping into the coffin.

But that is the only sound here and now.

"This is the bones of the Ba snake. Back then, the desolate man rode the idol and killed the snake demon, but the idol was swallowed by Ba snake abruptly. The tribe of the desolate man was also damaged by more than half. , The bones fell into the Southern Wilderness."

The voice has a strange magical power, it seems that as long as you hear it once, you will believe every word the other person says.

Ning Changjiu's expression was also in a trance for a moment, the golden crow in his heart suddenly sounded, and a sense of sobriety flooded into his eyes, he blurted out, "Who are you?"

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On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling never waited for Ning Changjiu.

In the first competition, she defeated her opponent with only three swords and shocked the audience, but after she won, she did not take the sword. The disciple saw Ning Xiaoling pointing the sword at herself, thinking it was a deliberate humiliation. , Almost cried, Ning Xiaoling reacted and quickly withdrew the sword and apologized.

Master Yazhu announced the victory.

Lu Jia was married on a high place, her eyebrows like smoke were locked in a little confusion. She felt that Ning Xiaoling seemed a little strange, and then she looked around and understood the reason.

Ning Changjiu didn't come on such an important day? What is he doing?

Ning Xiaoling walked in the direction of the rest table. She was holding the sword and suddenly covering her heart. It was a feeling similar to stepping in the air in her sleep. This feeling made her give birth to a great deal. Worry, she thinks it's impossible for brother not to come to see herself, this... Could it be that something happened?

She kept her brows locked, her heart kept beating, she was fidgeting, and a sword heart could not calm down at all.

Le Rou also noticed the strangeness of Ning Xiaoling. Her thoughts were different from that of Ning Xiaoling. She wondered if Ning Changjiu saw through her own strategy again, and was afraid that I would pierce him at the sword test. Didn't come on purpose?

The coming and going of an outer disciple was supposed to be a trivial matter, but at this moment, it aroused a different atmosphere in the venue, and that atmosphere was emanating from Ning Xiaoling.

Everyone can feel her distraction, anxiety, and anxiety.

"Next round, Ning Xiaoling, Xu Weiran!"

Yazhu announced the names of both sides in the next round.

Xu Weiran is recognized by the male disciple Li Nan Chengxia as the highest cultivation level, and is the only person who thinks that he should build a **** before Ning Xiaoling. This brother Xu Weiran has nothing to do with his swordsmanship. , But the victory lies in the balance. Every sword he uses is in order. It is almost difficult to find any flaws under the same realm.

But at this moment, Ning Xiaoling's mind is not on this at all, her heart is pounding, and she is more and more certain that something must have happened, brother!

"Xiaoling." Master Yazhu called her.

Ning Xiaoling, who was a little distracted, recovered. She stood up with the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and slid weakly across the sword field.

Seeing this scene, Yazhu looked upset and said, "Haven’t I taught you on weekdays? The tip of a sword is the real killer weapon on a sword, but it is also the weakest part of the sword. You should never touch it at will. Masonry, any damage to the sword is fatal in the battle between the masters of life and death!"

Listening to Yazhu's reprimand, Ning Xiaoling became more sober and replied: "Yes."

Yazhu looked at her and asked, "Is unwell?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and shook her head.

Ya Zhu said: "Then let's start."

Xu Weiran looked at the absent-minded girl in front of him. He did not know what realm Ning Xiaoling is now, but she defeated a disciple who entered the upper realm of the Profound Realm with three moves. The strength she showed was definitely not Allowing any underestimation, thinking about this, Xu Weiran erased the sourness that flashed in his heart, and set up a sword style sternly.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned around and ran in the direction of Lu Jiajia. She leaned to Lu Jiajia's ear and said something in the ear.

I don't know what the nervous thing is, as soon as Ning Xiaoling spoke, Lu Jiajia's body tightened a lot, and the sword energy exuding from his body became even more fierce.

After listening to Ning Xiaoling's words, Lu Jiama felt a little nervous in her heart. She gathered the sound and said, "Did Ning Changjiu just forget the time?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head categorically. She didn't know how to explain her concentricity with her senior, but she said seriously: "Master, senior brother is definitely in danger now!"

Lu Jiajia still didn't believe it, and said: "Yining's long-standing ability, what can happen in this peak to put him in danger?"

Ning Xiaoling knows the brother better, and said with a mournful face: "Although the brother is great, you also know that he can always provoke something even more terrible..."

Lu Jiajia recalled briefly, and found that this was indeed the case along the way, even if she was very confident about Ning Changjiu, she couldn't help but worry.

It's just that she was thinking about many things about Tianku Peak, and she couldn't think of the possibility that could threaten Ning Changjiu.

Lu Jiajia lightly patted her on the shoulder, and exhorted: "You can participate in the sword test first, and I will help you find Ning Changjiu."

Ning Xiaoling was relieved now, but she was unable to let go of her hanging heart.

Yazhu stood not far away, quietly waiting for the result of Ning Xiaoling’s conversation with Lu Jiama. For some reason, even she had a faint uneasy feeling in her heart. She always felt that this At this moment, something is happening secretly in the peak.

After Ning Xiaoling had a brief conversation with Lu Jiajia, Lu Jiajia got up and said a few words with Yazhu, and then temporarily left the sword field.

Many people feel disappointed in the heart of Master's departure. There are also many people who have guessed the reason for Master’s departure, and they are indignant and dissatisfied, wondering if Master treats the outer disciple as a closed disciple. Ning Changjiu is not qualified to participate in the sword trial at Tianku Peak, come or not. What's the matter?

This Ning Xiaoling is also true. She is obviously a promising female sword fairy, and may even take over the position of master in the future. How could she be so trapped by this outside disciple as Ning Changjiu?

In addition to dissatisfaction, many people have jealousy in their hearts.

After the small wave, the sword field competition began again. Ning Xiaoling cast aside many distracting thoughts and stared at the sword in Xu Weiran's hand with no distraction. Her realm was higher than Xu Weiran's, as long as she didn't If you make a mistake, you will never lose.

The battle ended unexpectedly quickly, and Ning Xiaoling actually lost.

Xu Weiran heaved a sigh of relief and said a promise, but he found that there was no frustration on the face of the girl in front of him, but a painful look. The sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand fell to the ground, her fingers He clutched his chest, slowly squatted down, and then touched the ground with one knee, holding the hilt of the sword, looking for a sense of security, but lingering scenes appeared in his mind.

In those scenes, there are ruin-like spaces, white-bone giant pythons, old people with fuzzy faces, endless gray-black fog, and...

She snorted, her head as if she was about to explode.

It was this scene that suddenly invaded the brain, slowing her out of the sword by half a beat, allowing Xu Weiran to seize the opportunity and win in one fell swoop.

Yazhu ran over for the first time. She had never encountered such a situation before. She looked at the evil girl and asked herself softly: "Are you crazy?"

The other disciples were also panicked. Xu Weiran stood there, a little at a loss, thinking that he didn't use any extraordinary swordsmanship just now.

But Ning Xiaoling’s physical condition came and went quickly. Her tight body quickly relaxed. She stretched out her hand, subconsciously grasping something, and whispered to the senior brother...

Many of the people present were her seniors, but they knew that the only senior in Ning Xiaoling's mouth was the boy in white.

Yazhu touched her forehead, and her spiritual sense penetrated into her body to check it out. At this moment, Ning Xiaoling's body has returned to calm.

Yazhu breathed a sigh of relief, and helped her to sit down.

Until this moment, the changes that occurred in the Hidden Peak were not spread.

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At the bottom of the peak, Ning Changjiu was holding only a section of the distorted sword in his hand. He watched an old man walk out from behind the bones of the giant snake. The old man couldn't see any features of expression and looked up. It's like an ancient stone statue that has been beaten by wind and rain.

"I am the cemetery here, and I take care of this cemetery... I have been dead for many years. You are the first stranger I have ever seen, a young man, where did you come from, who you learned from, and now you are What generations of disciples in the peak? I have been here for more than three hundred years. I have been waiting for a disciple who can bear my mantle. I want to give this set to the sword before the final moment of death. Teach him the true peerless swordsmanship, young man, answer my questions, and then kneel in front of this stone tablet. From today on, you can get the only true inheritance of the Tianzong... You should not want it to be lost. The world?"

The old man's words were deep and heavy, with unspeakable conviction, which made people unable to produce the slightest suspicion.

Ning Changjiu seemed to be intoxicated by his words, dropped his sword and walked slowly over. He walked around the huge stone pier and walked to the old man. He opened his mouth as if to be religiously What to express, the old man's face also showed kindness and satisfaction to the younger generation.

Next, a sword light suddenly lit up from between his sleeves and struck the old man.

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(The state is not good, only one chapter is qaq)