Beyond the Divine States Chapter 139: : Blood-stained sword clothes in the hidden peak

Countless fine sword marks appeared on the iron-blue walls.

They are like needle-like rain in spring, splashing into all the spaces in an instant, and the deep black mist also carries a misty beauty in the rain of sword air.

Lu Jiajia stood in the air, the hem of her **** slightly flicked, the cyan jade ring and red tassels also flicked on her waist, her temples were slightly chaotic, and her sword-inspired neck was like a jade facing the light, revealing coldness. As for the gentle texture, Xianjian Minglan was hanging beside her, and the straight sword body was glowing with the flowing light of fireworks, faintly sketching the embryonic form of a young bird.

That is the Blood Feather Lord who has been sealed with the soul, and is now hidden in the sword. Lu Jiajia had promised to wait for it to kill the demon and rebirth its body.

"Qi Ling?" The elder who turned around in shock exclaimed.

Lu Jiajia didn't answer. She glanced at Yazhu, and Yazhu, who had many scars on her body, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What realm are you now?" another rebellious elder asked in a cold voice.

Lu Jiajia's long sword moved, bringing the flames, and her figure also jumped onto the cliff, and the long sword returned to its sheath.

Lu Jiajia didn't say a word, and pointed to the front of him, and wrote a straight "one", the virtual sword was condensed, and it was cut out without light and shadow, a long-lived elder. Without time to react, his head rolled to the ground, and the cut in the neck was as smooth as a mirror.

Lu Jiajia let go of the young man in his arms. Ning Changjiu was not completely unconscious. He was still a little conscious, but his conscious self could not distinguish between reality and illusion. He vaguely saw the huge snake bone and the stone-like old man. He also felt that all this was a dream. What he did in the deep valley was only to climb from the bottom of the peak to the outside, but he couldn't remember how he climbed out.

Now he just feels like he is leaning on a warm and soft cloud, deep in it, his nose is lingering with a faint fragrance.

Ning Xiaoling knelt on one knee, crying in her salute: "Xiaoling pays homage to Master."

Lu Jiama’s expression softened, she rubbed Ning Xiaoling’s forehead with her thumb, and said: "Master is late."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head vigorously and wiped away the tears.

The peaks and valleys are extremely deep, and the thick black mist is more like a viscous liquid, hindering the sword's passage.

Previously, when Lu Jiajia put a rope on her back into the cliff, she never thought that she could come up with the sword, and she slid down the cliff, and when she was about to approach the bottom of the peak, she suddenly felt behind her. The rope pressed towards him.

She knew that someone had cut the rope and the people on it were messed up.

She quickly thought of what her master told herself back then: "When you become the peak master, don't trust anyone. Every practitioner who has not risen to a realm for decades is a hidden lunatic. They are not immortals, and He is a greedy gambler who is willing to give up everything for an illusory purpose."

Lu Jiajia felt that Master had something to say at the time, but after asking, he didn't get an answer.

She knows something about that generation.

Tianku Peak was originally the strongest peak among the four peaks, and her master was originally called the Sword Madman, and was recognized as the most promising person to take over the position of Sect Master.

But no one thought that the old man, known as the sword lunatic, would really go mad and almost caused a catastrophe involving the Four Peaks.

Fortunately, in the end, Tianku Peak trapped him with the power of lifting the peak. After that, the peak owner fell three small realms in a row, until he died there was only the second floor of the purple court, and that turmoil also caused many in the peak. The road of human monasticism was broken.

That's the root cause of a whole generation of people in Tianku Peak who have lost their lives.

There are very few deacons, teachings, and enshrinements at Tianku Peak compared to the other peaks. This mountain that was originally high hopes by the ancestor and hangs the sword star should not be like this.

Most of the monks of that generation hurt the roots of the monk after the turmoil, abandoned the peak and traveled around the world, and some people chose to stay in the peak, but after that, the resources of the four peaks were severely tilted and they lived in seclusion. The Sovereign at Huanbaoshan rarely asked about the situation of Tianku Peak, and the line of Tianku Peak began to fade. After a few years later, the old peak master received a female disciple as a disciple of Guan Sect, and did not ask anything anymore. .

In the end, the death of the old peak master was very sudden. There are many rumors from the outside world. Only Lu Jiajia and a few people know that he died in a military solution to the extinction of heaven and earth.

Those cultivators whose life has been missed by the old peak master are delighted, but he did not expect that he passed the position of peak master across generations and passed it on to that young adult female disciple Lu Jiajia.

That year, Lu Jia married and sat in the main hall of Jianfeng, giving all those who dissatisfied a fair chance to compete. In the end, relying on a high sword skill and a magical sword spirit, he truly entered the main hall.

Although it looks chic, it also planted the seeds of hatred, but I don't know who is behind the scenes who irrigated this pitch-black seed, let it grow to such a state without knowing it.

When the rope broke, Lu Jiajia decisively cut the lock connected to her back. She fixed herself on the cliff with a sword. She originally wanted to jump to the opposite dragon pillar to slowly climb up. Peak.

But she underestimated herself, underestimated the effect of the seven-day bodybuilding as a sword.

It would be impossible to control the sword to fly to the top of the mountain unless it was promoted to the purple court.

But she suddenly discovered that now she is a anthropomorphic sword, human and sword are basically one, and her sword control has reached a level that she can't even imagine. She found that she can already control her body. Standing in the air, like a sword.

After Lu Jiajia discovered this, she was more determined. She was still hesitating whether to continue going down the peak to find people or to stop the internal strife in Yinfeng first. Something fell from the sky.

Lu Jiajia realized that it was a person, then she stretched out her hand to catch him, and after seeing his face with sword eyes, she hugged him and went up from the sky.

She didn’t know what kind of emotion she was. At the moment when the white shadow fell, her instinct told her that it was Ning Changjiu. She didn’t know why he fell from the sky, but silently led him to break. Opening the barrier of the black mist, it swept over the hidden peak that had long been messed up into a pot of porridge.

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Yazhu stood up and said: "Sister, don't be reluctant."

Lu Jiajia didn't speak. She didn't like to kill each other, and she didn't want those old things to affect this generation, but these grievances never disappeared. They have been brewing until today.

"Who is behind the scenes, you can say that you can not die." Lu Jiajia put down the boy in her arms and gave it to Yazhu and Ning Xiaoling to take care of her. She walked forward with a sword in her arms, like a needle. His sword energy has become a torrential rain, as if it can shatter everything.

The elders were dead and four of them were left. They gathered together subconsciously, staring nervously at the white-shaded, slender woman whirling the fairy qi, and the qi from her body is more like hell's hideous ghost.

Kang Dang.

Someone's sword fell to the ground.

A middle-aged man raised his hand and said sincerely: "I also ask Master Feng to forgive me. I am willing to name the person behind the scenes."

"You idiot, what do you want to do? Do you think Lu Jiajia will let you go? Do you think that person will let you go?" The person next to him shouted angrily, trying to wake this unconscious person.

Lu Jiajia produced another virtual sword, and directly beat the sharp drinker to the ground. When the other two saw this, their stature jumped suddenly, and they wanted to escape separately.

Lu Jiajia did not rush to catch up, but stared at the middle-aged man and asked: "Who is it?"

The man closed his eyes, his heart was ashamed, as if he had made his final determination. Today, the blood of too many accomplices has softened his fighting spirit.

But he still failed to say that. Behind him, there was a huge noise like the migration of giant beasts, and the place that shook the hidden peak was slightly shaken.

After the cold prison was broken, the monster and the sinner broke through the cage and rushed out.

He didn't know how he died, maybe by a monster, maybe by other accomplices hiding in the crowd.

The two people who wanted to escape were also blocked. Most of the evil demons who escaped were not the opponents of their elders, but their numbers were like the tide flooded in an instant, leaving them almost without too much With more room for resistance, he was hanged by chains and torn apart by claws.

Lu Jiajia’s eyes flashed. She didn’t know why the cold prison was broken, and she couldn’t know the name of the person behind the scenes for the time being, but she could vaguely guess that this should be an internal trouble, and the messenger behind it should be The big man in the Four Peaks.

Lu Jiama couldn't help but think of the Four Summit Sword, guessing that the person wanted to directly grab the position of the peak master before the Four Summit Sword?

The peak master of Shouxiao Peak has the highest realm, and there is no need and there is no need to plan such a complicated plan. However, the peak masters of Xuanri Peak and Huiyang Peak are a pair of siblings. The two have a good relationship, and they should not be the peak. If the position of the master does such a thing of falling into the ground, then the person behind the scenes should be someone who is second only to the peak master, but lacks strength but covets the position of the master!

Lu Jiajia couldn't make too many judgments in a short period of time, and the cold prison was broken. As the master of the peak, she must not sit idly by.

"Yazhu, you will protect my disciple for me, and the rest will kill with me." Lu Jia entrusted her.

Ya Zhu responded, and the elders led by Tsing Yi people also responded.

"Lu...get married."

When Lu Jiajia was about to take his sword and turn the rainbow away, the young man's tired voice suddenly remembered behind him.

Lu Jiajia's mind trembled. She turned her head and looked at Ning Changjiu, who was pale, looking up at her. His eyes were only half open, and there was no light in his pupils. Although there was no substantial wound on his body, it looked like It's a little beast dying.

"Yeah." Lu Jiajia replied, and said in calm words: "You take a good rest first, I will take care of you later."

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and straightened up a bit with the help of Ning Xiaoling.

"Be careful." Ning Changjiu said.

The conversation between the two was very brief. Ya Zhu frowned as she listened, always feeling some extraneous emotions, but she couldn't figure it out, only thinking that it was the feeling of mentor and apprentice.

Yazhu put Ning Changjiu, Ning Xiaoling, and Nan Cheng who were injured and unconscious together, and healed them one by one, while Lu Jiajia was already carrying a sword to kill those who had escaped from the cold prison.

The white shadow of the wisp of sword clothes is like a cloud that escapes from the corner of the eye.

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There are more than fifty connected cells in the cold prison. It is hidden in the hidden peak. So this paradise-like fairy peak, in the spirited mountain, there are stories of half sin and half betrayal every day.

Many people detained in the cold prison are prisoners in the history of Tiankufeng or Yujian Tianzong, and there are also many evil spirits.

It’s not that those demons can’t be killed. They are imprisoned in a cold cell because of the gathering of spiritual energy. Their existence also gathers spiritual energy for Tianku Peak and provides resources for the monks of the past. And they The Qi Hai Zi Mansion was shattered or sealed, but it was reduced to a tool for Tiankufeng to absorb spiritual energy.

Years of pain and forbearance have brought unfilled hatred.

Today’s prison door was finally broken. Those tortured and demons who are not as dead as those who walk in the night see a ray of light, no matter how delicate the light is, they are still in a life that has long lost its meaning. He rushed out desperately.

The ground shook, and the first to rush out of the cold prison was a giant beast half-wounded in chains. The beast's neck was wrapped with a string of Buddhist beads, half of its body had been cut off, and the wound was like a rotten and dried apple. It was dragging a heavy chain, and without a weapon in its one-armed hand, it could only break off a huge stalactite as a weapon.

When Lu Jiajia swept away in a white shadow, the crippled behemoth could feel her strength, but he didn't hesitate to rush over.

Behind it, there are countless demons pouring out, and their actions may be quick or slow. When a few shackled old people walked out of the cold prison, their movements also slowed down and their eyes slowly watched. This space that has not been seen for many years and the light falling on the peaks and rocks like the windows of the sky, the expression is heavy with nostalgia.

In the forefront, Lu Jiajia slammed into the huge monster body, the sword's edge was wrapped in white light, and her body was also wrapped in sword light. For a moment, she couldn't tell who was the man and who was the sword.

The two clashes for only an instant, a slender white light lit up in the center of the giant beast's body, and then its upper body and lower body separated and flew. In the gap, Lu Jiajia slashed out in a white shadow and went straight. Crashed into a large number of fugitives afterwards.

The long sword fell to the ground, and the sword light surged around her body like a whirlwind. The churning sword light was like dust and sand, and those who were a little bit worse were directly wiped out in the sword light.

"Retired to the cold prison now, you can live." Lu Jiajia's voice is very penetrating, and she suppressed the noise in the room with just one utterance. Her voice is also like a sword, stabbing everything. People work hard like weeping.

Everything is dead. Those demons are not stupid, and of course they won’t go back to prison in vain. The smarter ones have already begun to find a way to escape, wanting to escape in the chaos.

During the words, a few demons rushed forward desperately, trying to bite off a piece of the female sword fairy before dying.

Lu Jiajia drew his sword and swept across, the sword aura was gushing like water, and instantly cut out a half-month-like sword light. The evil spirits were swallowed by the sword light before the sword body, turning into countless fragments.

Lu Jiajia's clear spiritual eyes suddenly lit up, and the snow-like light occupied her pupils, and she threw the sword in her hand directly.

It turned around in the air like a whirling flying knife, cutting off countless heads, but she did not stand in place waiting for the flying knife to return, but her figure fluttered and turned into a real sword. It rushed over, like a white seagull passing through the Red Sea, the waves hit one by one, but they couldn't dye its feathers with the bright colors.

The remaining elders scattered around to seal off the places where they might escape.

Lu Jia married the figure like electricity, and between a few leaps, he sent the sword into the body of a great demon with good realm. Her figure turned into white light, and it quickly circled the great demon. The sword was as bright as silver. Ring, cut it in half like tofu with a steel body.

Xianjian Minglan returned to Lu Jiajia's hands after circling a few times within the hidden peak. After beating several demons, she still had enough energy. After the past seven days of body training, this was the first time she had a hearty heart. The battle of her, whether it is the strength of the physical body or the purity of the sword aura, far exceeds her imagination. She feels like a snow-capped mountain, and the melting snow turns into a waterfall with endless streams, which is constantly scouring. all.

"Lu married to marry."

In the chaotic environment, someone suddenly called her name.

Lu Jiajia put the sword in his hand into the body of a skinny kid in front of him, and looked at the source of the sound coldly.

He was a long and slender man in gray. The man in gray did not have a sword in his hand, but he habitually held the sword. His face was pale, hidden in the mess of weed hair, staring at the landing. , The Adam's apple shook, calling out her name.

Lu Jiajia didn't recognize him.

The man in gray laughed and said: "Sure enough, it was you. When I first saw you, you were only a tiny bit old. I didn't expect it to be like this now."

Lu Jiajia remembered that when she first entered the sect, there used to be an educated teacher. Later, the gentleman tried to steal the sword immortal of the sect and was taken to the cold prison.

If you meet him on weekdays, after more than ten years, Lu married to marry him, but she doesn't care about these kindnesses now.

The man in gray died soon.

But it's not Lu Jiajia's hands.

It was an old man with a rickety figure who killed him. The old man held a broken sword in his hand and cut off the head of the man at once. Then he threw the broken sword back to the ground and married Lu Lu. After a salute, he said: "In Xiahongshan, the peak owner who is guilty of sin, pays respects to the peak owner."

He only said this, and didn't say much, turned around and walked back to the cold cell.

This episode was short. Soon, blood spewed out from the sword again. Lu Jiajia's body image of Baiyi was a demon **** who kept coming and going. She was so numb to kill her mind, she killed her corpse into a mountain, and killed her in a hidden peak. It's full of blood.　　 They have never seen Lu Jiajia like this, and they don't know why she has become so strong.

Could it be that she has secretly reached the purple court realm in a moment no one knows?

The more they think about it, the more frightened they become, and the more grateful they have chosen their original position.

The stench of fishy smell spread all over Hidden Peak.

Those demons were finally stunned and retreated more and more to the cold prison, falling back into the darkness of blindness.

In the center of the hidden peak, on the edge of the cliff next to the dragon pillar, Nan Cheng has also woke up. He looked at Ning Changjiu who was meditating and adjusting his breath, and blurted out, "Senior? Are you still alive..."

Ning Changjiu's face recovered a little blood, and he made a silent gesture to Nan Cheng, as if he wanted him to keep some secret.

The senior was still heard by Yazhu. She looked at Ning Changjiu in astonishment, thinking about when they met. The chief disciple of the younger generation actually called Ning Changjiu a senior?

But Yazhu quickly broke her own impression. She remembered the sword that Ning Changjiu used to kill.

She had never seen a sword like that before, as if what was handed out was not a sword, but a sentence of death.

Ning Xiaoling is also quite strange. When did the brother meet this young disciple, why did the other party look admiring...Well, did the brother lie again?

They meditated quietly, waiting for the result of the fight in the cold prison.

The sound of fighting came from afar, turning a little bit of excitement into silence.

Listening to the movement there, Yazhu gradually relaxed her mind, and just as she relaxed, the long-planned danger suddenly emerged again.

A corpse on the ground suddenly moved.

He didn't show any breath before, and the scars on his chest were so real, but he didn't die. The method similar to the occultation technique hides him extremely well. It was only at this moment that his hands were cold. The awn pierced out and pointed directly at Yazhu's throat.

Although Yazhu was holding the sword, she couldn't make any response in such a rapid attack.

This is a sword that is inevitable. The lurking man has endured for too long. He has planned a route. After Yazhu's death, he will not even waste time entangled with other disciples, but directly Escape from a secret passage that has long been prepared.

The cold light flashes.

But that is another cold light.

A blade pierced his throat, and the sword in his hand was always stiff on Yazhu's back by an inch.

His eyes widened, his gaze followed the sword pattern, and he saw the hand of the young man in white holding the sword.

The hand is beautiful, and the knuckles are as long as a girl.

But the hand holding the sword is so firm.

Until now, Ning Xiaoling and Nan Cheng reacted to the assassination.

The killer couldn't understand the speed of this sword. He stared at Ning Changjiu, his throat was broken, but he still roared out his own question: "Your realm is obviously so weak, why? Why is your sword? So fast?!"

Ning Changjiu did not even open his eyes, but he did not hesitate to give the answer before the killer died: "The realm is used to measure the strength of ordinary practitioners, not the reason to restrain me."

The killer died on the edge of this cliff of corpses before he could understand this sentence.

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"He is also a member of the Zitian Dao Sect." Yazhu tore the corpse's clothes, the talisman carved on the back, and closed the coffin.

Nan Cheng curiously asked: "What is the grudge between Zitian Daomen and us, still chattering for so many years?"

Yazhu remembered the sacred artifacts that Qiyi said before her death. She had never heard of the sacred artifacts hidden in Tianku Peak. She just subconsciously stared at the black mist, faintly uneasy.

Tianku Peak is the weakest peak among the four peaks. After today's riots, it must be even worse.

Fortunately, the realm of Lu Jiajia is not what it used to be. If he can survive this ordeal, he will surely become a truly powerful peak master.

Ning Changjiu spoke: "There is no sacred artifact under the peak."

Yazhu was puzzled: "How do you know? Did you really..."

Ning Chang thought of something for a long time. He remembered that he had seen artifacts all over the floor with his own eyes. Those artifacts were covered with a dusty cloth, and in the abyss, the undead was permeated. In that piece of space full of evil spirits, a storm-like eye should have formed. He had never seen such a scene at that time.

He couldn't judge whether this memory of his own was true or not.

He always felt that everything he experienced was a dream...I don't know who planted the temptation.

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips with a slight pain. He opened his palm and looked at the scar on the palm that he had pinched out with his nails, thinking about something.

Ning Xiaoling also noticed the scar on the palm of her hand, she leaned over and rubbed Ning Changjiu's hand earnestly, and said: "Senior brother, are you okay?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Ning Xiaoling curled her lips and said with pity: "Five fingers are connected to the heart, brothers are hurt like this, how can it be okay."

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, suddenly his expression condensed...Five fingers connected to the heart? Connected to heart... Connected to heart!

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have conveyed something.

"Xiaoling..." Ning Changjiu suddenly called her name.

"Huh?" Ning Xiaoling was a little strange.

"Do you remember that I said you were my little money bag?" Ning Changjiu suddenly asked such a strange question.

"Of course I remember." Ning Xiaoling whispered. After all, she was still a fourteen-year-old girl. In front of so many people, when Ning Changjiu said such things, she always felt a little strange, and she could bear it. Can't help being shy.

Ning Changjiu looked into her eyes and asked seriously: "Little Money Bag, are there any new copper coins recently?"

Ning Xiaoling felt the feelings of her brother, and her expression became serious. She could vaguely understand the meaning of what the brother said. She couldn't help but think of some pictures, some headaches, and she clutched her cheeks and wrinkled her little face. Lost in contemplation.

Ning Changjiu knew that things would not be easy, so he rubbed her head and said softly: "It's okay, brother just asked casually, don't take it to heart."

In the Hidden Peak, all the voices finally calmed down completely, the stumps and blood all over the floor washed across the ground, dyeing everything red and black.

In the line of sight, a delicate white dress from far to near, from blur to clear, green silk like a cloud, Lu Jia's beautiful face looks pure and holy among the corpses on the ground, and on that spotless plain sword dress, There is a touch of blood lingering, but it is not contaminated with any drop of blood.

"Senior Sister." Yazhu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The three disciples also obviously relaxed. They smiled at the figure of Lu married.

"Master." The three have different voices.

Lu Jiajia looked at them, and the frost on her face disintegrated a little bit. She remembered the vow she made when she was a beginner in swordsmanship. At that time, the master told her that all swordsmanship was destroyed for protection.

She thought about this, but blood leaked from her body, slowly dyeing her flawless clothes red.

It turns out that she was also injured.

Yazhu was shocked, and immediately greeted him: "What's wrong with Sister?"

Lu Jiajia shook her head lightly, indicating that she was not badly hurt. She raised her head and looked at the three disciples, but she didn't look specifically at who.

"Let's go," she said.

The others hadn't reacted yet, but Ning Changjiu stood up naturally and walked to her side.

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