Beyond the Divine States Chapter 135: : Falling Valley

The lamppost shook, and the sound of the wind breaking was slight. Ning Changjiu's previous fascination was swept away. His eyes were illuminated by the sword, and deep in the eyes were the old man's face like a stone statue.

The lifeless face of the old man who claimed to be a tomb guard was also rippled by the sword wind. He didn't seem to expect that a junior would shoot a sword at him.

But it doesn't matter what he wants and what he doesn't think. He stretched out his finger, and the finger was also dead gray, as if it had been polished by wind and frost for many years. When he hit Ning Changjiu's sword, there was no tremor, or even a scratch mark.

"Young man, what are you doing?" The grave guard's words were slightly circulated and frustrated. He stared at Ning Changjiu's eyes very muddy, like the eyes of a blind man: "Could it be that you don't believe me? "

Ning Changjiu certainly doesn't believe him. In his cognition, the person who can fall into this situation is not the person who wears sin in the peak, and if he is really a high-level practitioner, how can he not be able to leave? The patio in this hidden peak?

The old man caught the sword and pinched the twisted blade. The trembling of the blade stopped at a moment. He released his hand without further movement, and his gaze towards Ning Changjiu was still calm and gentle. , Did not blame the rudeness of juniors.

Ning Changjiu withdrew the sword, but did not put down his vigilance at all: "Why should I trust you?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. You are still alive, you can still talk to me, and learn my swordsmanship. This is the kindness I expressed." The old man's speech speed remained unchanged.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Senior is so advanced, why should he stay in this dark place?"

The grave guard shook his head and said: "I said, I am the grave guard, everyone thought I was dead..."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How long have you been here?"

The tombkeeper said: "Three hundred and seventy-eight years."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are you from the same generation as the founder of the mountain?"

The tomb-keeper is rare in memory: "They are all dead, only I still exist."

Ning Changjiu frowned and asked, "Who are you anyway?"

The guard of the tomb said: "You should be an inner disciple, if you have worshipped the stele of the sword hall, then you should have seen my name..."

The sword stele was engraved with the names of masters or uncles of the past generations. Ning hadn't looked at the stele for a long time. He didn't know which of the old people in front of him was, but he didn't know why. But unconsciously believed the other party's words.

Ning Changjiu raised a little vigilance and asked: "You said you are the guardian of the tomb, whose tomb are you guarding?"

The godless gaze of the tomb-keeper slowly looked around the space filled with black mist, and the milky white light spots looked like moths standing still.

"This cemetery is my cemetery." The cemetery guard said: "Back then, I went to the Southern Wilderness with my master, and found a sky where countless dead bones were buried in a wasteland where fierce beasts were rampant. In the pit, each of those bones weighs a thousand catties, and in the soil around them, the broken armor and magical instruments are displayed like fossils. We stopped there and did not go deeper...

Most of these things were brought back at that time, but most of them have been contaminated, and only after the aura has been washed for hundreds of years can they be used. We could have survived for hundreds of years, but That time we went deep into the Southern Wilderness, we were still affected by the dead gods..."

The grave guard's words are getting heavier and heavier. I don't know if it's an illusion, the markings on his face are darker, as if sitting down, he will become a rock that is silent forever at the bottom of the peak.

Ning Changjiu still had doubts in his mind, and asked: "Then what are you watching? And this snake bone, also unearthed from the Southern Wilderness?"

The grave guard looked at the snake bone and said, "This is also the meaning of my existence."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why?"

The tomb watcher looked at the boa constrictor who was entwined with the wooden pillar, his head tilted upwards, and said: "It wants to escape."

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This was like a prophecy. As soon as I said it, when Ning Changji looked back at the bones of the giant python, it seemed to have come alive. The huge bones were like countless sharp swords. A squirming is a crow of ten thousand swords.

But this is just an illusion, Ning Changjiu quickly recovered.

The ancient snake bone does not have the slightest breath of life. It sits quietly on the pillar, just like the sculpture that already exists on this dragon pillar.

Ning Changjiu discovered at this moment that there were many big sword-like bone nails in the snake bone cone. These nails fixed its huge body to the dragon pillar, like a specimen. same.

Ning Changchang remembered the introduction of the old man just now, and asked: "This is... a snake?"

The tomb guard nodded and said: "Well, these are fierce beasts thousands of years ago, and their existence is even older than the twelve gods of the kingdom, but these ancient demons are not true gods after all. It can swallow a giant elephant alive, and it will eventually be killed by the gods."

Ning Changjiu said: "The **** killed it?"

The tombkeeper looked at the skeleton, like the most beautiful sculpture in the world, he said with emotion: "Apart from the real god, who can kill such a great masterpiece?"

Ning Changjiu remembered the first of the three large screens in the sword hall. The picture drawn on the black screen was a picture of a barren man riding an elephant and cutting a snake. Then he thought of the other two, one on it. It is a monster with a human face and a dragon body, and the other is a big monster like a nine-headed flood dragon. He originally thought that the three paintings were just based on mythological imagination, but he did not expect that the mountain is really real. Hidden the bones of the snake.

The snake demon only heard in the legend, now that he is entrenched in such a huge place, his heart can't help but tighten.

Ning Changjiu said: "But people of your generation are dead, why have you lived until now?"

"It seems that you still don't believe me." The tombkeeper sighed, and his stone statue-like face showed an old manner. He was silent for a while before finally opening his mouth: "Because the second half of the Heavenly Sword Scriptures ."

"Tianyu Sword Scripture?" Ning Changjiu showed a look of surprise. That was exactly what Yan Zhou had lost and searched for for decades.

Ning Changjiu asked: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture was lost decades ago. What's wrong with you?"

The tombkeeper smiled dryly, and he asked, "That's what your current peak master said to you?"

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time.

The tombkeeper shook his head and said: "Actually, the Heavenly Sword Sword Sutra was lost more than two hundred years ago... The ones placed in the sect afterwards are just fragments of ancient scrolls written by the ancestor before his death. ."

"What?" Ning Changjiu vaguely felt that something was wrong, but couldn't find the source.

The guard of the tomb continued: "The Heavenly Sword Sutra is divided into two volumes, but the meaning of the two volumes is completely different. The first half of the volume can be practiced by all the disciples of the inner peak. Although the moves are exquisite, they are also the first master. It is still impossible to be born out of human thinking, but the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is completely different...The first half of the book was specially written by the ancestor to hide the secret of the second half."

The guardian turned his head, looked at Ning Changjiu, and said every word: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is the real... Heavenly Book!"

The two people from Tianshu entered Ning Changjiu's mind. His spirit was shaking like waves, and the short sword in his hand was almost unsteady.

In his cognition, Tianzong Yujian is just a sect with a number of purple court masters, and Tianku Peak is the weakest of the four peaks. He never thought of falling to the bottom of the peak today, but touched it. To the secret a hundred years ago.

Ning Changjiu's spirit moved slightly: "The Heavenly Sword Scripture is with you?"

The guard of the tomb did not hide it. He stretched out a hand. That arm was like a thick sword. As soon as the arm was raised, there was a sword intent that seemed to be of the same clan as the same clan and seemed to be completely different from Tianzong. Appearing, it is like a mirage in the desert, making it impossible for the thirsty traveler to tell whether the false one is a desert or a tall building for a while.

The grave guard looked at his arm, and a touch of pride appeared in his unchanging look.

Ning Changjiu felt the sword intent on his body.

The old man is like a living fossil. Although he is in this cemetery full of evil weapons, his body is only solemn and solemn. There is no trace of evil invasion. The second half of the Heavenly Sword Sutra is supreme. Absolute learning, as if it had already melted into his blood.

The guard of the tomb took a look at Ning Changjiu. He looked at Ning Changjiu's always disguised and calm face with excitement and hope, as if he was eager to learn the sword scripture, and then came out, let it be lost for a long time. After seeing the sky again, the sword scriptures of his peak invite credit to the peak master of his peak.

The guard of the grave continued to speak: "Kneel in front of the stone tablet and become my disciple. I will grant you everything you want."

Ning Changjiu's footsteps moved unconsciously, and he walked back to the stone monument—the tombstone the old man had set for himself.

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth and asked with difficulty: "Why are you telling me so much?"

The tombkeeper knew that his heart had been shaken, and his voice was calm and powerful: "Those who can enter here need extraordinary courage and extraordinary opportunities. You have both, and your talent is rooted. It is also very good. As long as it is polished a little, it is a sharp sword that shocks the world. The most important thing is that you dare to shoot a sword against me. This is unspeakable courage and I am really willing to tell you everything. The reason is that in my entire life, I have never accepted a decent disciple. You will be the last one and the one I am most proud of."

Ning Changjiu listened, his jaw lowered, as if he was finally bowing his head to the opponent, the sword in his hand was only held by a broken thread, and he could easily grab it with just a light grasp.

Ning Changjiu bent down and knelt down in front of the stele.

The guard of the tomb showed a gratifying smile on his face. He looked at Ning Changjiu as if he was looking at the most dear and beloved child in the world, even if he was about to turn into a real stone statue, he was so kind.

Then, his smile solidified on his face.

The young man in front of him changed into a weird sword stand in an instant. The sword in his hand that had been easily stopped before pierced his rock-solid throat at this moment.

He doesn't have any killing intent on him, but this sudden sword symbolizes true death.

Ning Changjiu didn't believe him from beginning to end. All his piety, admiration and expectation were just emotions in disguise, just like the old man always wanted to use magical words to make him believe in himself.

But the old man was too impatient, and the bewilderment he made had a counterproductive effect.

Ning Changjiu stabbed that sword again.

He filled in the only spot of light in the dark consciousness.

So the sword pierced into his body.

The tomb-keeper looked at him dumbly, his lips opened, and he was shocked and puzzled: "Why... why? Do you want the Heavenly Sword Sword to be lost? Are you... a true disciple! What sword did you make!"

The gravekeeper's question will never be answered as his body collapses.

And when his body fell like a stone, the last two words spit out from his mouth made Ning Changjiu's horror again.

He said: "Help me."

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On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling has recovered her peace. For some reason, she feels that her heart is much more settled, without the turbulent emotions, but the scenes that have suddenly poured into her head are still presented like a nightmare. , She had chanted the Qingxin Mantra of the sect many times and couldn't get rid of it.

Some disciples thought that she was frustrated after losing the sword. When she didn't understand the rules, she told her that as long as the loser wins all the way, there is a chance to win.

Ning Xiaoling listened, but just nodded perfunctorily. At this moment, she didn't care much about winning or losing. She just wanted her brother to be well.

She believes that she can beat everyone as long as there is no problem in her mind, but what's the point of this? She didn't work harder than them or was talented higher than them. All of her realms were obtained with the help of her seniors.

That was a gift from her brother.

In the next few games, Ning Xiaoling was neither serious nor sloppy. For every opponent, she could make dozens of moves and then narrowly win.

Lu Yuanbai, who watched the battle, watched with gusto, and felt that this little girl’s moves were more sturdy and interesting than he thought. If you practice more, you should be able to enter the realm of immortality, just like that. His realm was quite good, and when he thought of this, Lu Yuanbai could not help but sigh silently, a little sad.

Yazhu could see more ways. She originally thought that Ning Xiaoling was the first stage of the celestial being. After all, the sword star was lit on that day. When the eyes of everyone were in full view, she broke through into the mysterious and entered the celestial realm, but this During the competition, she became more and more frightened as she watched. She found that Ning Xiaoling and the practitioners of the first stage of Tongxian were not under the slightest pressure. It is hard to say that in this month, Ning Xiaoling has already entered the middle of Tongxian. territory?

It's only been a few months...What kind of talent is this, not to mention her legendary innate spirit, which has not been revealed yet.

Marrying a senior sister was just like that back then, right?

At this moment, Lu Jiajia has already gone to Yinfeng.

There is an extremely concealed one-way passage from the main hall of the peak to the hidden peak. After she entered the hidden peak, she immediately felt a trace of battle.

She walked forward following her senses, and then found that many of the gates of the caves were open, and the elders who were retreating in seclusion had already left.

She felt more and more uneasy, her heart hanging, she didn't know what happened, but suddenly she felt like she would never see the delicate face of the white boy, and her heart was empty. Yes, I can't even hear my own heartbeat.

She didn't know why she had such emotions, so she could only prevaricate herself with the reason that she needed the other's golden crow to train her body.

She ran in that direction quickly.

That is the location of the center of Hidden Peak.

Lu Jiajia thought of the abyss in her mind.

She didn't know that Ning Changjiu often came to Hidden Peak to practice, and she didn't expect him to go deeper into Hidden Peak... There are obviously restrictions there. Didn't it stop him?

She skimmed over quickly.

When the elders in the peak saw the peak master coming, they turned aside.

"What happened?"

Lu Jiajia saw the broken cliff and the broken bones on the ground, and her anxiety was fulfilled. When the pile of broken bones appeared in front of her, her brain buzzed and became It was blank, and it took a long time for the elder to call her words before they were re-introduced into her ears.

"This is... whose blood?" Lu Jiajia still had a fluke in her heart.

Fortunately, this fluke has also been fulfilled.

"This is Yan Feng's corpse. He escaped from the cold prison and met a person who was in retreat here. The two fought together. Yan Feng was killed here. He blew himself up before his death. , And blasted that person into the peaks and valleys."

Lu Jiajia leaned over and looked towards the bottom of the peak. The darkness in the abyss suppressed her eyes. An impulse was uncontrollable in her heart, and she even wanted to jump straight down to the peak. Save people.

"Can you see who fell?" Lu Jiajia asked.

An elder who first noticed the movement replied: "I didn't see it clearly, but it should be a man in white."

It's been a long time since Ning...Lu Jiajia doesn't have any other thoughts.

She didn't know what method Ning Changjiu used to kill Yan Feng, and she didn't care about it anymore.

Lu Jia’s first marriage is lightened. There is not much expression in the eyes covered by her eyelids. After a while, her voice calmed down a bit and said, “Prepare the rope and the soul lamp, I’m going to go down the peak. ."

"Never!" A middle-aged man said immediately: "You haven't known what is hidden at the bottom of the peak not long after you first became the peak master!"

Lu Jiajia stubbornly said: "I know."

"You...Ah. It's just a disciple, you don't need to do that. Just go to his home and send some fairy fate."

Lu Jiajia replied: "He has no family."

"Isn't that better?" The man rushed. After speaking, he felt that his statement was improper, but he didn't add anything.

Lu Jiajia said softly: "So I am his family, and I will not give up every disciple."

"If you are stubborn, then you go down, but before you enter the valley, draw up a document of the peak master's concession. Unreasonable blood and blood."

This request seemed reasonable, but in fact it was extremely tough and unreasonable. After listening to it, many people in the room felt different in their hearts, and some expected that Lu married her own way and tried her own way.

Lu Jiajia did not live up to the expectations of many of them, nodded and said: "Yes."

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At the bottom of the peak, after Ning Changjiu killed the old stone statue, his body froze.

A light smoke emerged behind him.

It was the figure of another old man. If Ning Changjiu looked back, he would find that the old man looked exactly like the previous stone statue.

"I still underestimate you." The old man just said, seemingly regretful.

Next, a finger clicked on the back of his head.

Ning Changjiu's expression is dull, and many things are quickly erased from his brain.

The old man stretched out his hand, drew a virtual door, pushed the door open, and then pushed Ning Changjiu's body out.

When Ning Changji recovered his mind, he was already outside the peak.

This is the bottom of the peak.

He can't remember what he has gone through, nor can he remember why he was here.

He just vaguely remembered that he went to Yinfeng to practice early this morning, and then thought about going to see Ning Xiaoling to try his sword on time.

He held his head in pain, and walked a few steps with his hand touching the peak stone, and stumbled into the open space at Huifeng.

Then he discovered that many people were staring at him at the moment, and they were all wearing the costumes of outer disciples.

An old man with a pen was writing something aside. He was a little dizzy. He looked up at the boy in front of him. Seeing that he was also dressed as an outer disciple, he said, "You have to participate in the assessment too? What's your name, Say it to me when you’re ready, and start right away."

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(Half of the classmate gathering is the mobile phone code tomorrow, try to write more qaq)