Beyond the Divine States Chapter 142: : Shocking Hall of Chaos

The woman hasn't seen moonlight for twenty years.

She is ragged, with a rough red in the dim light, the sword in her hand is very thin and light, like a long dagger, and her body is also very light, as if floating in an illusion. In the sea, and the air vibrated when she passed by, the trail of water ripples resembled a long tail feather.

She often believes that a woman’s hatred is the easiest firewood to ignite.

She was holding the sword, and the scene she had seen countless times in her dream reappeared in her mind.

Late night, ancient houses, big fires, overturned copper-glazed oil bottles, broken railings, ponds engulfed by fire, soldiers holding half-man high shields, standing in front of the gate, holding wine gourds and drank on their backs. The big bearded leader who is as huge as a hill.

This is a nightmare that she can’t struggle to leave. In the nightmare, Shura walked towards herself in heavy armor. The fireworks rising into the sky in the mansion were engulfed by his slowly walking figure, and the large sword in his hand was still there. The little girl who was dripping with blood, hiding in the corner didn't know if the blood was from the father or mother, or other family members or servants.

She was so scared that she couldn't speak, her heart seemed to be full of ice, just a slight hold, the coolness would break through the heart and numb her whole body.

She widened her eyes and looked at him, wanting to ask for mercy, but she couldn't say a word. What's more, the person in front of her was an Asura evil spirit. How could an evil spirit understand human words?

That was a night that you and her will never forget, and the fire turned the sky red.

In the sound of fighting and screaming, the evil spirit who came to him was obviously a very incompetent ghost. He stared at his big eyes, wondering if he thought of his daughter, but only raised the knife. A scar was drawn on her face, and then she continued to move forward.

After the killer walked away, she was so nervous that she was about to suffocate. Finally, she let out a sigh of relief. She ran to the study room, opened the ancient painting, leaned against it, turned the wall over, and ran into it. In the secret way.

Then she saw many corpses on display in the secret passage.

It turned out that the enemy had found this place long ago. There were fathers and mothers, as well as elder brothers and younger brothers. They had originally wanted to abandon themselves and escaped, but they fled to the Yin Cao underground mansion first.

The black shadow seemed to be shaking in the distance. She herself couldn't tell whether she was pretending to be dead or really fainted. In short, she fell into a pool of blood.

She hadn’t known how long it had been since she woke up. She found that valuable objects on herself and the surrounding corpses had been searched, and she was misjudged as dead, and she was lucky that she could not imagine.

Then she walked out along the secret road and cried for a long time in the wilderness. She tried her best to survive. A few years later, she tried her best to find the visitor. Fortunately, the visitor gave him a glance and visited Yu Jian Tianzong.

Her talent surpassed everyone's imagination, and she had entered a long-lived state in her twenties. If it hadn’t been for Lu Jiajia more than ten years later, she would be the most talented person in the history of Tianku Peak. The female disciple was once thought to become the new peak master.

But she finally made a fatal mistake.

After entering the realm of longevity, her revenge was too eager.

In those twenty years of cultivating the Taoism, she hid her hatred very well. She was well-behaved and sensible, just to cover up the scars and put on half-face makeup, which made that kind of well-being a little scary.

But she was really obedient and never disobeyed Master's will. Even when Master almost became a sword lunatic who was the enemy of the whole peak, she did not leave, and all her efforts were for the fire in the memory. .

She secretly investigated many things, and finally sorted out the ins and outs of the year, and understood who her enemies were, and who were those assassins and iron knights.

After many years, those killers who used to press by her side like a mountain and arrogantly exposed their minions are now the ants that she can kill. She easily pierced their armor with a sword and sent them one by one to Huangquan. At that time, the dilapidated expression and the feeble begging for mercy seemed to be telling her. The murderers who made her whole world collapse twenty years ago were just hallucinations in her memory.

Besides killing demons and eliminating demons, monks must not interfere in the life and death of ordinary people in the mortal world. Although she has violated the precepts, she is the pride of Tiankufeng. No one will criticize her or even take the initiative to make it for her. Go to these.

It’s just that fate is too tricky. When she killed an elderly killer, she accidentally took another look. She saw his eyes, even after so many years, even if the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, she still Recognized that look.

That was the only look in the iron helmet that year, and it was all in her memory.

This look made her crazy.

Of course the assassin could not have known her. He said pleadingly, saying that his daughter was always bullied by her husband's son-in-law. If he died, she didn't know how badly she should be bullied.

She couldn't listen, so her sword fell suddenly and cut off his head. Death without torture was kindness to him.

The fate of the dust was cut, she happened to be in the purple court at this **** moment, and then was trapped in the heart demon robbery, and then Daoxin fell into the trap, half mad and half awake, she could not carry it when the sky thunder came. The avenue was damaged and seriously injured.

She was crazy, she killed many, many people, slaughtered several villages, and became the evil spirit in the eyes of countless people. The only difference is that crazy evil spirits are never relentless and will only kill them all. .

In the end, the Sect Master personally took action, interrupting her spiritual veins, breaking up her skills, and being imprisoned in a cold prison.

And in these long years, she is sober, and this soberness brings pain. She has been regretting the revenge for 20 years. She can’t figure it out. It’s clear that her father and mother don’t like herself at all, brother. She always uses herself as a punching bag. Why is she paranoid to take revenge?

She has already become an immortal, and nothing in this world is more important than herself.

A ridiculous revenge ruined the road, in exchange for an endless painful life, so she hated everyone, hated the dead family, hated the ghost who spared her life, hated the master, hated the lord, hated all Yu Jiantian Zong's people.

She stood on a high rock and briefly recalled her life. Her life is like old wine, which should have become extremely mellow, but when it was about to open, the dross at the bottom of the altar was shaken.

"Is that you?" She looked at the peak main hall in the distance, and slowly drifted over.

The black shadow of Rushui who gave her a new life told her that the current peak master is Lu Jiajia, whose talents are very much like her back then.

So she wants to kill her even more.

She never felt that any other woman was stronger than herself, even the peak master of the Xuanri Peak, but she had cultivated more than a few decades.

The shabby red clothes swept up in the night wind, and the wind blew away his long hair to reveal a pale face.

She quickly came to the front of the peak main hall.

When she came to the front of the temple, she heard a strange sound coming from the peak master temple, and this sound made her murderous no longer able to cover up.

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In the main hall of the peak.

Ning Changjiu is helping Lu Jia to marry her body. His fingers on her waistcoat are glowing with a faint golden color. The golden color is like electric light, which is transmitted to every thin thread that makes up the white yarn. The white gauze covering the beautiful back is also dyed into a golden net.

And her soft body seems to be wrapped tightly by this net, like a little beast trapped in the net, with her shoulders narrowed and shuddering.

Ning Changjiu could perceive the abnormality of her body. Her body has never been so bright. The cold air that has accumulated for many years dissipates in the golden crow, and all the acupoints love this light, they It absorbs light, emits heat and temperature, just like suns scattered in the body.

Her purple court is bright, and the sea of ​​air is illuminated like a golden pill.

She felt that she was clearly wrapped in clothes, but she seemed to be seen in full. Although the hot temperature was not real, it was a kind of burning on the realm. This kind of burning is even more unbearable. If there is no one here, She probably couldn't help tearing off her clothes, and plunged directly into the cold pool behind the peak master's hall.

At this moment, her toes are tight and her body is as tight as a bow. She is holding her clothes in one hand and stroking her belly with the other, trying to resist the dizziness of the burning body.

Lu Jiama's silver teeth clenched her eyes tightly, her eyelids closed and trembling, she suddenly felt that the skirt she was holding in her hand was so slippery, as if as long as it was warmer, the whole clothes would melt in the light of the golden crow, her fingers He fumbled into his lips, bit gently, and the wet heat filled with onion-pointed fingers, painfully exchanged for a brief period of sobriety.

She calmed down a little bit, and pinched out a lotus sword art with the other hand.

She began to try to strip the spirit away, causing the main consciousness to fall into a coma, while another consciousness, like an ignorant saint, watched her changes with cold eyes, just like a supervising official, watching seriously. The craftsman's hands are made of porcelain or iron.

This process lasted for a long time.

Lu Jiajia suddenly felt the spirit platform cleared, and the desire generated by the burning sensation faded in his mind like a tide, and the sound of the waves gradually diminished, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

She is just a real sword, a statue of Guanyin sitting still, no emotions can arouse the slightest waves of pity on her face.

Her Dao realm occasionally felt that she had stepped into a new realm by chance. She could perceive that Zi Ting was really only one step away from herself.

In Ning’s long-term perspective, Lu Jiajia’s back is straight again, and the curve of her back and waist is softened again, and her calmness can also be sensed, as if seeing all external touches as nothing. .

Ning Changjiu is a little dissatisfied with Lu Jiajia’s current state, but of course he will not destroy the Dao state that Lu Jiajia has so hard to create. He is just worried, will Lu Jiajia go on like this, will it really change? Into a humanoid weapon without desire.

But this situation was quickly broken.

After all, Lu Jiajia is not a real Zi Ting. This kind of transcendence of Taoism has not lasted for too long, and the spirit of emptiness cannot achieve real emptiness. Then any emotion and desire will penetrate even a little bit. Like the weeds and vines after the spring rain, they are crawling with consciousness like crazy.

While the Dao realm is empty and full, Lu Jia marries his mind to fly back. Although he has a further understanding of the Dao realm, the negative impact of prying into the Zi Ting in advance is that it will bring a lot of spiritual emptiness.

In a very short time, she changed from a sword to a human again.

She bit her fingertips and oozes blood, and after a grunt, she leaned forward abruptly, propped her arms, and lay half down on the ice jade bed, the reversed sword clothes hung down, and the lights shined. More jade-like colors.

If the body training is suddenly interrupted, it will cause great harm to the body. Fortunately, Ning Changjiu's fingers seem to stick to her back. As Lu Jiajia's body leaned forward, he also leaned forward.

"No...Stop." Lu Jiajia was a little unconscious, her voice soft and quiet.

Ning Changjiu certainly won't stop. He has a sense of measure. If he stops at this moment, it will cause irreparable damage to her body.

Lu Jiajia couldn't bear it. Her long hair fell down, covering the red tide's rolling cheeks. Her arms supporting her body gradually bend, and finally her entire forearm bends down and presses on the jade bed.

This is the first time the woman in the dark red clothes has caught a glimpse of the window.

In her perspective, Lu Jia married Luo Chang half-fading, bare back, kneeling on the bed, a white-clothed boy cheating on her, not knowing what he was doing, in short, Lu Jia Jia's face was showing up. , Groaning more than ever.

"You are worthy of the peak master?" The woman looked fierce, and the scar on her face was like a knife that was about to fly out at any time. She gritted her teeth, thinking that she had broken the fornication between the peak master and the disciple. Intention and hatred are hard to contain.

She couldn't hide her emotions since she went crazy, and at this moment, under the stimulation of this scene, she couldn't bear it.

"This kind of **** who is reduced to desire and cannot hold on to himself, dare anyone compare him with me back then?"

The woman looked at the scene, and the sword in her hand was slowly raised.

She originally thought that the two people in the sinking desire could not detect their own hands. After all, her current strength has returned to the peak. Under the cover of night, she should be the best killer of Tianku Peak.

But the moment she raised the sword, both people in the room noticed it.

The first thing I noticed is Lu Jiajia, who is at a higher level. The alertness of her sword heart temporarily shattered the Taoist state she created. She noticed the killing intent outside the house and could not judge the person coming. The burning sensation made her hands and feet soft again, and she couldn't make her sword intent for a while.

Behind her, Ning Changjiu made a decisive decision, stretched out his hand, and instantly extinguished the candles on all the lamp posts in the main hall of the peak.

The inside of the hall was instantly dark.

The expression of the woman spying outside the door was terrible, she subconsciously opened the sword eye, and this action also exposed her to the other's sight.

She closed her eyes immediately, trying to hide her figure again, but it was too late, and a sword had broken through the window and shot at the center of her eyebrows.

The woman who lost her skills for 20 years, her first reaction to the body was weak, and after she defeated the weakness in her heart, the sword had penetrated her heart. Fortunately, her reaction was not too slow. In a very short time Nei grabbed the blade with his bare hands, pulled it out and twisted it into an iron bar.

"Dog men and women."

The woman cursed, and then the window broke, and her figure suddenly rushed into the dark Hall of the Peak Master.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiamarry are no longer on the Hanyu bed.

"Let go!" Lu Jiama let out a low voice.

"No, it ends ahead of schedule. The previous half a month's hard work has failed." Ning Changjiu took her body, fingers still resting on her back, Lu Jiajia couldn't resist too much, always felt The pose at the moment is like a little girl.

"How long will it take?"

"Half a moment."

"Then hold on first, I can still draw the sword!"

"Good."

Ning Changjiu nodded, ignoring the assassin of the assault. While marrying the body for Lu Jia, he used Daomen Hidden Breathing technique and swept towards the back door.

Although they used the method of converging the sound to form a line, the woman noticed the fluctuation of the words. Her figure slid across the floor tiles, as fast as a shadow of a swimming fish passing by, and a sword pierced into it. In the darkness, she felt something that she had stabbed, and the long sword was a piece of clothing with blood.

The injured person was Ning Changjiu. He didn't say a word, his expression was extremely cold, and he flew towards the back door with Luojiao.

But they still underestimated the killer's speed. The second sword came in an instant. If it weren't for the natural suppression of outsiders in the main hall of the peak, this hateful sword could even kill all the bricks and stones that flowed on the ground. .

Ning Changjiu was also an outsider, and his actions were also blocked in the Hall of the Peak Master, so the assassin woman's aggressive sword, he could not completely escape, and a very long bloodstain was cut out on his back. .

Ning Changjiu's body shook, and the spasm caused by pain made it difficult for him to respond. Only his fingers were pressed firmly on Lu Jiajia's back, so strong that he wanted to sink into it and melt with it. As one.

Lu Jiajia felt the power of her fingers. She was hot all over her body, and her consciousness was constantly pulling between her sobriety and vagueness. Ning's long-term finger force made her realize that he had been injured.

Lu Jiajia will never allow herself to sit and wait under his protection. She screamed, and once again forcibly entered the realm of Taoism. Her consciousness was clear and her consciousness seemed to transcend the soul of the body, but dominates all of her. all.

The mind moved slightly, and the fairy sword Minglan broke its sheath and buzzed.

The sword light flashed by like electricity.

The sound of the sword was very familiar, and the woman immediately recognized that it was the sword of Zhenshan at Tiankufeng—the sword that should have belonged to her.

Jealousy made her stretch out the palm of her hand directly, trying to catch the lightning, but she moved a little slower. The lightning slipped from her fingers and fell into Lu Jiajia’s hands, while the restless sword energy The finger was wounded, leaving a charred color.

Lu Jiajia passed her body, holding a sword and standing, Ning Changjiu hugged her waist with one hand on her vest, and the two stood one after another. Lu Jiajia knew that Ning Changjiu was injured. So she didn't move at all, holding the sword straight to her hand.

They opened their sword eyes at the same time.

The woman looked at Lu to marry the beautiful red face, her heart moved slightly, even if she was the same woman, she felt intoxicated, but this intoxication made her want to draw the sword and draw a line on her face scar.

He looked at the hand wrapped around her waist and sneered: "A good pair of dog men and women, they are at such a juncture, and they are still tangled together? As the peak master of Tianku Peak, if this is the case. Let all the peaks know... Oh, look at your appearance, the disciples outside think you are an iceberg fairy, right?"

Lu Jiajia was silent, staring at the woman in front of him, and his eyes fell on her scar. An incredible thought flashed in Lu Jiajia's heart, and he said coldly: "Are you Bingrong?"

"Bing Rong?" The woman hesitated for a while before she laughed: "I don't even remember my name, I didn't expect you to know it."

Lu Jiajia has never seen her in the past. When she started, Bing Rong had been in the cold cell for several years.

But she has heard Master talk about her countless times.

Said that if she is not crazy, she will be her best sister.

But she was crazy. Someone pulled him back when the master was crazy, but this senior sister was crazy, and the big mistake she made was no longer worth it.

"How did you escape?" Lu Jiajia was shocked in her heart. She obviously supervised the restoration of the cold prison and the establishment of the prohibition. That day, the hidden peaks were not able to escape from the chaos, and of course not after that. may.

Ning Changjiu thought of more things.

He understood the strangeness he had noticed in the past few days.

It stands to reason that if the cave peak is withered today, the aura should be far inferior to the other peaks. However, on that day, the wind of the aura was blowing, as usual, because it was too common, so he subconsciously perceives the abnormality, but Also failed to figure out the origin of this anomaly.

Today he finally figured out that it turned out that it was because there were still masters hidden in Tianku Peak.

This master is not the woman named Bingrong in front of him, but the person who gives Bingrong the strength to help him escape the cold prison.

Ning Changjiu couldn't figure out who that person could be.

As for Lu Jiajia and Bing Rong, after a brief "greet", they began to shoot swords almost at the same time.

They inherited the same division. One was the best female disciple 20 years ago, and the other was the best now. Their swordsmanship also followed the same path, and they knew the basics as soon as they shot.

Ning Changjiu was convinced that if Lu Jia married prosperously, this Bing Rong would definitely not survive ten tricks, but at this moment, Lu Jia married her body unbreakable, the heat of her body eroded her spirit, and the Taoist state she created, The same is precarious and will not last long.

Bing Rong's figure flickered, and the next moment, what remained in place was an afterimage that quickly shattered.

The extremely thin and light sword in her hand is already close to Lu Jiajia.

Bing Rong's momentum is the sand and snow style of the first half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra, while Lu Jiajia uses the mirror fancy style. After both gaining momentum, the two of them acted exactly like the big river into the blasphemy style, in the dark , Their sword light was annihilated after the collision, and numerous cracks were suddenly broken on the bricks and tiles on the ground, and they stretched to an extremely far distance.

In the sword aura, the two swords also collided together.

They used the sword's edge against the sword's edge, Bingrong's arm pressure pressed, Bingrong's light sword brushed Minglan in the sound of steel friction, and suddenly reached the Jiane, her wrist turned, thinking Leaking the sword through the gap of Lu Jiajia's defense, it cut directly into her heart.

Lu Jiajia noticed it, her wrist flicked, and the sword body suddenly moved, and she shook it open before the sword cut in. Although the woman's arm holding the sword was opened, she twisted her body with the other hand. He directly turned his palm and patted Lu Jiajia's forehead.

Lu Jiajia was protecting Ning Changjiu like a hen guarding her cubs. She couldn't avoid Bing Rong's offensive directly, so she had to stretch out her hand to greet her.

With a slap, Bing Rong’s palm hit her wrist. With great power, Lu Jiajia and Ning Changjiu’s figure slipped downside down, and the darkness in the peak master’s hall was suddenly illuminated a lot, Bing Rong Opened his arms, his center point, that long sword was silently suspended.

The sword spirit is generous and bright.

This is the sword cut by Lu Jiajia in the imperial city that day.

"Let go!" Lu Jiajia gave a low voice, but it was too late.

The body refining is about to be completed, and Ning Changjiu is not willing to give up halfway at this moment, making it impossible for Lu Jiajia to cultivate into a sword body in the future.

Disagreements at critical moments are fatal.

At this moment, Lu Jiajia's Dao realm was almost lost, and the heat rushed to her body and mind again, and countless emotions were magnified in the fire, which would greatly disturb her speed of sword extraction.

Sure enough, Bing Rong's sword power was already up, but she hadn't set the sword stand, and when Bing Rong came with a sword, she had no choice but to turn offense to defense.

Ruhong's sword aura illuminates their faces by photographing them.

"Why are you so weak to be a peak master?" Bing Rong felt her shaky sword heart, and yelled and pushed out the sword.

The two swords collided, igniting sword fire in the sky, illuminating the main hall of the peak brightly.

The sword aura of the two also collided with each other afterwards, and the messy sword intent was like countless flying knives, which came out in an instant, smashing everything.

The impact condensed into a huge wave, directly overturning Lu Jiajia, knocking them backwards, the back door of the peak main hall shattered, Lu Jiajia and Ning Changjiu's figure fell backwards and flew out like a piece It smashed into the cold pond behind the hall of the peak master like a stone.

Bing Rong stood on the spot, watching the water splashing in the cold pool, smiled contemptuously, and shook his head gently.

"Cough..."

The two slammed into the bottom of the cold pool in the huge impact. Ning Changjiu coughed, and the cold pool water poured into his mouth and nose. He quickly held his breath and let the transparent water huge palms. Like holding up his body, he held them back to the surface of the water.

Bing Rong walked out from the back door of the main hall of the peak.

She looked up at the moonlight, then turned around and glanced at the huge hall.

The flames of the mansion more than 40 years ago and the memory of slaughtering the village and the city when she went mad 20 years ago came to my heart. She went from being an unarmed person to a devil holding a sword.

She never felt that she was wrong. She never felt that she was a pitiful person. The thing she hated most was Master. He had been crazy before, so why couldn't he be considerate of himself?

Bing Rong sneered and hid her face, tears spilled from her fingers, which should have been dried up long ago.

But she didn't know what a great opportunity she had missed to kill with Mochizuki's sadness at the moment.

When Bing Rong took the sword and walked to the cold pond, Lu Jiajia had already stood up holding the sword.

Her clothes floated on the water, like a snow-white water lily.

Her lower skirt was soaked in the cold pool water and clung to her slender thighs clammy.

Her long hair was also draped wet, covering her body. At this moment, her face became extremely quiet, quiet, and the body under the moonlight was like the best carved jade, and it looked like the best. The palace painter's painstaking work, Bingrong looked obsessed in the beauty of such a deceitful Saixue, and he wished to split her body apart to occupy this seductive skin.

But she sensed that Lu Jiajia's aura had suddenly changed. The woman who was unable to fight back in front of her seemed to be out of the sheath at this moment, and the cold light she showed made herself want to retreat.

Bing Rong was not afraid, but instead aroused the will to fight.

It is my lifelong wish to play the sword heartily again, let alone such an opponent?

Bing Rong thought of the man he had killed. That man never knew that his death came from his softheartedness back then.

When she killed him, she didn’t have any feminine benevolence. Even if she was asked to choose 10,000 times, she would kill him. She enjoyed the pleasure of killing the good heart, although it became She later lost the key to her heart demon.

She originally thought that it was the most satisfying sword in her life.

But now, her spirit and spirit have climbed to the top again. She believes that she can cut a sword that is very strong and fast, and she can't pick a flaw.

The two looked at each other, and then took out their swords again.

The bright moon in the sky has captured the color.

In the middle of the two, the cold pond rolled up the water dragon and flooded them.

This is indeed Bing Rong's most satisfying sword, and it makes her impeccable in every aspect. Even today's Lu Jiajia, facing her sword, only achieves an even balance.

But she still died.

She died of a sword that pierced her throat on the side.

That is Ning Changjiu's sword.

Although he knew that Lu Jia could kill her with a sword, he would not give Bing Rong any chance to fight back or tell the news.

Bing Rong stared at the front blankly, the fire in his eyes gradually extinguished, and then fell into the cold pool with a plop, the blood drenched.

Lu Jiajia lowered his sword and whispered softly: "Turn around, I'll change my clothes."

Ning Changjiu didn't respond. After cutting out the sword, he fell directly.

Lu Jiajia exclaimed softly, she realized that Ning Changjiu's back had been soaked in blood, and the scars were extremely deep.

She didn't care about anything, she rushed over to support him and held him in her arms. She lowered her head and looked at his pale face, with a bad feeling in her heart.

She immediately dissipated the thoughts in her heart and healed him, but his back was already **** and bloody, and forcing the zhenqi would only make the wound more torn, which was counterproductive.

This time, she didn't hesitate or wasted time looking for other acupuncture points where she could pass the qi. Instead, she leaned down directly, with petal-like red lips printed on it.

The life of the disciple is at stake, and I just healed him.

When the lips meet, Lu Jiajia thinks this way when the true energy is like water.

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