Beyond the Divine States Chapter 159: : Betrayal

At noon, the day is right.

The light on the four peaks is reflected by the clouds, so bright as a fairyland. The monks come and go control their swords and repair the messy mountain peaks. I believe that soon, there will be colorful flowers blooming all over the place, and cranes coming and going. Scene.

Nan Cheng sat on a peak rock, closed his eyes and rested, heaving the spiritual energy from the mountains, recuperating from his injuries.

"Brother Nancheng."

When he finished his week-long practice, a voice rang softly beside him. Nan Cheng opened his eyes and saw that there was a petite girl beside him. Today was clearly the Sword of Four Summits, but she was wearing white from beginning to end. The skirt, obviously never thought about going on the court.

The girl said in a low voice, "Hello, brother, my name is Le Rou."

Nan Cheng has been in retreat in the middle of the peak for too long, and he can't remember the names of his juniors and sisters for a long time. Now he has just left the customs, he is not accustomed to communicating with others, and he also seems a bit cautious: "Mr. Hello, may I ask if you are..."

Le Rouxiously bowed respectfully, and then asked: "Senior brother had a sword before, and his style was outstanding, which made me admire very much. I just passed by here and happened to see the senior brother practicing, so I came closer and took a look." /

Although Nan Cheng vaguely felt that the other party was not good, but she was charming and cute, so she didn't have any grudges, and said: "In the end, I lost, and everyone laughed."

Le Rou shook her head and said: "Brother is already very good, um... By the way, I do have something to ask Senior Brother."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Nan Cheng asked.

Le Rou hesitated and said: "Well...that, if I heard it right before, the brother called Senior Ning Changjiu?"

Nan Cheng nodded and said: "Well, seniors have a great favor to me."

Le Rou wondered: "When did you meet him?"

Nan Chengdao: "What do you do with this?"

Le Rou said: "Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling only entered the peak at the end of last year. They should be the youngest pair in terms of seniority. Why would a senior call his senior?"

Nan Cheng didn’t know his identity at first, thinking that he was a certain rejuvenating elder in the peak, but today he slowly learned some of Ning Changjiu’s deeds, and he was surprised at first that he was also a disciple. , But then I thought that seniors are really good people, and of course some things can't be seen through by themselves.

Nan Chengdao: "Senior is a good person. Today alone, he has done too much for our peak. Senior has made great contributions to this. Junior sister shouldn't mind his origin too much."

Le Rou grabbed her skirt and said annoyedly: "But... if all he does is pretend, what about Master?"

Nan Cheng recalled for a moment, and said: "The relationship between seniors and master is really unusual."

Le Rou worriedly said: "Master is so simple, will he be deceived?"

Nan Cheng couldn't help but laughed, thinking that Master, no matter how simple, is more exquisite than your little girl, he said: "Don't worry, Master has always been cold and self-conscious, even if you have some friendship with seniors secretly, you want to come. Stop at etiquette, don’t worry about Master too much."

"Oh..." Le Rou nodded absentmindedly, thinking that Master was so pure and expensive, and it must be nothing to Na Ning Changjiu... Well, fairies don't eat fireworks, and she suddenly felt that she was a bit dirty before. Worrying about being redundant, she asked casually: "By the way, does brother know where Master has gone?"

Nan Cheng said: "Master should be discussing something with the peak owners of other peaks at this moment."

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Lu Jiajia is holding the brocade quilt, covering her naked upper body, while her fragrant shoulders are still exposed, and her shoulders are tinged with faint pink, which seems to be deliberately covered by her at the moment. The light is not bright, and she is surrounded by a layer of smoke-like gauze. This gauze is a shallow space barrier, which insulates her slight breathing.

Ning Changjiu has stepped aside and sat down at the table wearily.

"How do you feel?" Ning Changjiu asked, looking at the half-curled woman.

Lu Jia married quietly for a while, calmed his breath, straightened up his cool and weak body, and said: "Turn around."

Behind him came the sound of Ning Changjiu moving his chair.

Lu Jiajia glanced back and saw that Xi Baiyi turned his back to him, and his heartstrings eased a little.

She let go of the fingers holding the quilt, reached down and pinched the fallen sword garment. She pinched the sides, the clothes slid along her body, and put it back on her body. Then, she stretched her hand to the back of her neck, pulled her black hair out of her clothes, and put it on Xiu's back. While silently turning over her neck and tying her waist, she slowly turned around.

"Feeling..." Lu Jiajia put on moon-white socks and deerskin boots that were as thin as cicada wings, and felt the changes in her body. Her sword womb screamed, as if to transform into a real one. The sword broke through the purple mansion.

She firmly said: "I feel like I'm only one sword away from Zi Ting."

It's just that she still doesn't know the opportunity for this last sword.

Ning Changjiu nodded, he grabbed the golden crow on his shoulder in his hand, and slowly stroked its dark golden feathers, thinking about something.

Lu Jia married: "Turn around."

When Ning Changjiu turned around, Lu Jiajia was already dressed, dignified and feminine, and the quilt on the side was neatly folded and placed at the end of the bed.

She looked at Ning Changjiu's somewhat dull expression, and asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly asked: "What kind of person is your master...?"

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia asked in confusion: "Master has been dead for many years, what do you ask this for?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It's just a little curious, what kind of master can you hand over such excellent disciples as you and Lu Yuanbai."

Lu Jiajia thought of Lu Yuanbai, and his brows tightened unconsciously, and said: "I didn't expect that he was actually a person handed down by the master. When Master received him, he had great expectations, but several In 1970, Lu Yuanbai’s cultivation was stagnant. Afterwards, the master seldom intervened with him. Now I think about it, behind these things, it should be the meaning of the suzerain."

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "How did your master die before?"

Lu Jiajia recalled: "Master became ill from overwork, and when he was crazy back then, Jifeng jointly suppressed and suffered serious injuries. Even if he was later healed, he would wake up from time to time... the last man Returning with the sword, the fortune-telling is decided in a few days."

Ning Changjiu nodded and did not question this. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the air in front of him, and suddenly said: "The spiritual energy of Tianzong Yujian is much thinner."

Lu Jia married: "Today, the peach curtain was broken, and a lot of spiritual energy overflowed. Coupled with the fact that the suzerain body is carrying half of the fortune, leaving the peak, naturally there will be a lot of spiritual power that is difficult to retain."

Ning Changjiu got up, walked to the window, raised the bamboo curtain, opened the window, and stretched his hand out of the window. The wind passed through his fingers, with a bit of cold astringency.

"The lord left with half of his luck..." Ning Changjiu shook his head: "I don't think so."

Lu Jiajia frowned and said: "What do you want to say?"

Ning Changjiu said: "As I expected, the artifacts at the bottom of the peak, including the best swords and magical artifacts around the waterfall, should be taken away."

Lu Jia married and said: "Killing Jiuying such a fierce god, even if it is the real person of Hanchi, you need some magical treasure to protect you."

Ning Changjiu said: "Then what if... what if he doesn't come back?"

"What are you talking about?!" Lu Jiajia Huo Ran got up. After thinking of this possibility in her mind, a horrible feeling came into her heart. She quickly asked: "Not coming back? If not, where can I go? "

"This is what I want to know now." Ning Changjiu said.

Lu Jiajia's expression also became solemn.

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Where are the sword scriptures locked now?"

Lu Jia married and said: "In my hall of the peak master, this was supposed to be given to the suzerain, but you were..."

Ning Changjiu concealed the swordsmanship at the time and attributed Yan Zhou’s death to the blood oath. The other peak masters also understood what he meant. They also had difficulty completely trusting this weird sovereign, so at that time Ning Changjiu When they said that, they also pushed the boat along the way, did not reject it, and kept a hand.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "I will just ask, this sword scripture should be taken care of in the future. It is too evil. Under the same realm, almost no one can catch its killer sword."

Lu Jiajia gently nodded, and then asked: "What's next?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Next, I will go to Shuge to check the nine infants, snake repair, and...the history of scorpions. They have been passed down from ancient times to the present, and there should be many legends left."

Lu Jiama asked: "What about you?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I went to Hidden Peak to see if there are any clues left."

"Well, good." Lu Jiajia nodded.

When she was about to drive away with the sword, she was suddenly attracted by a painting on the wall. She asked: "This painting...Why doesn't it have eyes?"

On the wall, there is a blue bird painting. The painted brush touches the clouds and flowing water, almost in one go. The pen and ink painted feathers are like feathers, lifelike, but the eye area is still blank.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I don’t care about the paintings I do on weekdays. I painted it before in Liantian Town, and I haven’t had time to finish it."

"Liantian Town..." Lu Jiajia whispered the name of the place. She had a bad impression of this place: "If I came to see you earlier, I wouldn't let you stay in it for half a month. ."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Don't take these little things to heart. In a month, the lotus in Liantian Town will open. Then we can go and take a look."

The disciple invited her privately. As a master, she should have refused strictly, but Lu Jiajia thought of the recent happenings. In the exhausted body and mind, she thought of Yulian, whose fragrance was full of fragrance, and she was in the mood. Unconsciously brightened a lot.

She smiled and nodded, saying hello.

Lu Jiajia left quietly, drove the sword back to the peak, and then went to the book pavilion to check the information of the ancient fierce gods.

Ning Changjiu sat alone in the room for a while.

He counted the time.

Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, he stood up.

A little bit of aura appeared beside him.

Ning Changjiu draws the flying array in reverse.

Next, he appeared in the peak main hall.

That was the flying formation that Bingrong left behind in the main hall of the peak after Bingrong's assassination.

The main hall of the peak is empty, and there are many restrictions outside the hall to prevent outsiders from breaking in.

Ning Changjiu was very familiar with the structure of the Peak Main Hall. He found the stone box that sealed the spirit of the sword script in a short time, and he moved it out, hesitating for a long time before opening it.

The spirit of the sword scripture, which was originally dormant, woke up instantly. It opened its hair and stared at the visitor with a pair of glowing sword eyes. After confirming his identity, it immediately changed to a ferocious expression.

"How dare you come to see me? What are you going to do? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with a single sword?" The spirit of the sword script looked at him viciously, and if it weren't for his weakness at the moment, it would have slashed past.

Ning Changjiu said: "I have an enemy I can't beat, and I need your help."

The spirit of the sword scripture froze for a long time.

At the beginning of its birth, its evil temperament, longing for freedom but long-term imprisonment in the current situation, made it squeeze countless resentments deep in its heart, and at this moment, the sinner who betrayed him is now, he He was speechless and didn't say a word of curse.

After a while, it was startled and said: "Why is there such a shameless person in this world as you?"

An hour ago, he turned back and locked himself in this broken urn, and an hour later, he pretended that nothing happened and asked himself for help?

He doesn't know how to scold him anymore.

Looking at the young man in front of him, the spirit of the sword scripture has a deeper understanding of the darkness and ugliness of mankind, and also understands the saying that people are not to be seen-the more beautiful and beautiful, the darker the heart.

Ning Changjiu said: "This is your chance to regain your freedom. Can you help?"

The spirit of the sword scriptures teeth grind together for a long time, and said with a heartache: "Yes, help!"

Ning Changjiu said: "You can think about it again, and I will come to you later."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra quickly said: "Don't think about it! Take me away quickly, I can forgive you for betraying me today!"

Ning Changjiu said: "This is a major event, and I need to think about it again."

Next, amidst the verbal abuse of the Spirit of the Sword, Ning Changjiu closed the urn again, and left.

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Lu Jiajia found books about those ancient fierce gods in a very short period of time. She glanced at them and quickly browsed the relevant content.

When Ning Changjiu came to Shuge, dozens of books were already piled up in front of her.

"Where are the other disciples?" Ning Changjiu looked around and found that there were only two of them in the huge book pavilion.

"I drove them away." Lu Jia married: "This matter is of great importance. It is better not to be disturbed by the rest of the people."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Any clues?"

Lu Jia married: "The records in each book are different, and there are different opinions, but from the current point of view, there are many things that are reliable."

"Talk about it." Ning Changjiu said.

Lu Jia married: "At the beginning of the chaos, the creatures in the world robbed of the power of the creation gods scattered in the chaotic world. These powers have created countless gods. According to legend, the nine infants, the snake repairer, and the scorpion are all ancient truths. The heirs of the dragon, the ancient true dragon was born in the sea of ​​the market, and holds the supreme authority of space. As the descendants of the ancient dragon of space, each person is born to control a part of the law of space."

Ning Changjiu nodded and agreed with this statement. Jiuying has already demonstrated its ability to move space, and Zingqi uses painting as a medium to create one after another interlocking and unbelievable spaces. As for Xiu Snake... Its belly is much higher than the space perceived by the naked eye, like a big sleeve from the universe, it is said to be able to swallow a whole sky-high mountain.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Then there are records about their deaths?"

Lu Jia married: "There are also many sayings, but in general, Jiuying was nailed to death in the depths of the swamp by a golden armored **** in the Southern Wilderness Water for nine times, while Xiqi was Trapped by another great **** and imprisoned in the freezing time, he cut his bones and digs his heart, and beat its body into dust-like particles. As for repairing snakes... the saying is mostly to swallow an elephant and die, as in folk proverbs. Compare the snake swallowing elephant to the person who died of greed."

Almost everyone knows the story of the snake swallowing the elephant, but they know that this story cannot be true. How can the strength of the snake be unable to swallow an elephant?

"Unless that head is as big as a mountain." Ning Changjiu said with a smile.

Lu Jiajia looked at him solemnly: "There is a similar saying in a wild history that is difficult to find out. It is said that when the elephant fell asleep, it was a creeping mountain, and when it woke up, it was like a mountain. God."

There were so many things in ancient times that now seem unthinkable, and their authenticity can no longer be studied.

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "It was written in the wild history, how did Xiu Xiu die?"

Lu Jiajia took the book and quickly read it again, saying: "The method of death is no different from the other books. Either he died because he swallowed the elephant and died by splitting his abdomen, or he died by swallowing the elephant. Later, it was difficult to travel, and was chased by the people of the desert clan, slashed his body, and killed him in the wild."

"Cracked abdomen and died?" Ning Changjiu didn't know what he thought of, and looked surprised.

Lu Jiama asked: "What's wrong?"

Ning Changjiu said: "There is a collection of paintings to be made, let me see."

Lu Jiajiao pulled out a few copies and handed them to him.

Ning Changjiu opened it again, his expression increasingly gloomy.

"What's the matter?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "The snake repair bone at the bottom of the peak, except for its tail, is not too good?"

"Huh?" Lu Jiama was puzzled, and said: "Perhaps it is an error in the book."

Ning Changjiu leaned on the chair with his hands folded. He closed his eyes and thought hard for a while before he said: "So that's it... we are all deceived."

"What?" Lu Jiajia was a little clouded.

"Such a simple thing, I thought of it at this time." Ning Changjiu sighed and laughed self-deprecatingly. He closed the book in his hand on the table and said, "The one at the bottom of the peak is not Snake repair! The real snake repair is in Liantian Town. It is the big blue-headed snake in Liantian Town. And at the bottom of the peak...If I guess right, it should be the last missing baby of Jiuying."

Lu Jiajia was shocked. She had never seen the snake in Liantian Town. If she had seen it, she would find that there was almost no difference between that and the book of wild history in her hand: green head, black body, split belly ...

"They...what are they going to do?" Lu Jiajia was a little flustered.

Ning Changjiu expressed his complete thoughts: "It is not only Zitian Daomen who wants to resurrect Jiuying. The real person behind the scenes is actually Hanchi Daoist. He holds the last song of Jiuying, so no matter what the Zitian Daomen No matter how hard they work, they can't piece together a truly complete Jiuying. And Zhang Qianyu... his goal should be to resurrect the legendary snake repair, so they formed an alliance and together calculated the Zitian Taoist gate." /

Lu Jiajia heard the chills and couldn't help but straighten her back.

Ning Changjiu continued: "On this day, the Zitian Taoist gate broke three Taoists, and decades of planning have also been reduced to other people's wedding clothes. I am afraid that there will be no chance of turning over for several hundred years."

"These... are these real Hanchi's calculations?" Lu Jiajia recalled what happened today, caught a trace of loopholes, and asked, "Could it be that the affairs of Master Yan Zhou were also in his calculations? Inside? It stands to reason that he shouldn't know about the sword scriptures."

Ning Changjiu chuckled and shook his head, and said: "It is precisely because of the fearless life and death of Master Yan Zhou that our peak master of the Four Peaks has survived."

Lu Jiajia's eyes widened, and the last fluke in his heart was crushed, "If there is no Yan Zhou...the one who fought hard with them, it is us? But if we die, not even if we die, the sword Tianzong will not..."

Ning Changjiu interrupted her: "Do you think he cares?"

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Liantian Town is once again caught in the Ghost Festival.

The whole town is connected end to end.

Shiwu stared at the huge monster that looked like Jiuying, with fear in his eyes. He floated and then retreated. Dao Sword came out and stopped in front of him.

Thirteen Yuchen is also extremely nervous.

When humans face the ancient beasts, the fear of surrendering under coercion is almost instinctive.

The black-clothed boy covered his head and screamed in agony. He raised his head and stared at the extremely huge python. He looked like a person undergoing the torment of a long time, and the executioner laid a side in front of him. A clear mirror, he was in the mirror, watching the other side cutting off his own flesh piece by piece.

"No...no! No..." The boy in black grew his mouth, and his words came out like a chill: "No...it's not Jiuying!"

"It's repair!!" The black-clothed boy roared and shouted its name, and then his chest seemed to be chiseled off with a hammer, his bones split, and a big mouthful of blood was spit out, and he fell to his knees. On the ground, holding his hair, as if to tear himself apart with his bare hands, his expression was extremely painful.

"Xiu"—As the word exploded like firecrackers, a storm was set off on the surface of the lotus pond.

Shi Wuyi Dao Sword cut through the water and withdrew to the side with everyone.

When the water curtain fell, Shi Wucai was shocked to see that the black giant python had a huge gap in its bulging abdomen. The gap was propped up by the bones inside. One of the nine infants was sturdy. The sharp claws even protruded directly from the lower abdomen.

This is not Jiuying at all... but the snake repairer swallowed the bones of Jiuying that they had worked so hard to piece together for sixty years!

"You lied to me... so you have been lied to me!" Shiwu understood everything and roared like crazy.

At the beginning, he and Zhang Qianyu agreed that they would piece together a complete Jiuying. The Jiuying belonged to the Zitian Daomen, and the Daoist will help Zhang Qianyu to attack the Heavenly Sword Sect and regain the bones of snake repair. , The Taoist master Jiuying, he cultivates snakes, shares the authority of space, and does not interfere with each other.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qianyu's ambitions go far beyond this.

Zhang Qianyu stood on the head of the big snake, looking blankly at Shiwu, and under him, Xiu Snake had completely swallowed the remains of Jiuying into his abdomen, and the arched fins on both sides were also Compressed by its body a little bit, the steel-like hard bones were slowly being digested in its abdomen!

"You made the two simplest mistakes." Zhang Qianyu sighed: "The first one is that you should not believe what a person who has lived for thousands of years said. The second is... I cheated, but I was lucky enough to escape immediately."

In the middle of Zhang Qianyu's words, Shi Wuyi reacted. He and Shi Shishi Yuchen looked at each other and drove the sword in the opposite direction of the street.

Zhang Qianyu didn't chase them, he looked at the boy in black and grabbed him in the air.

The boy in black has no power to resist at this moment.

Xiu Snake opened his mouth wide, swallowed it whole, and ended his pain.

And Shiwu's head quickly came to Zhang Qianyu.

It was not someone else who killed him, but the real Hanchi who was also riding on the back of a big snake.

He crushed the head in his hand, fixed his eyes on Zhang Qianyu, who was flush with him, and asked: "Where are the bones of the nine infants you promised?"

A smile appeared on Zhang Qianyu's face.

Promises are nothing but the bones of a trustworthy person, and betrayal is the secret of his survival for three thousand years.

He patted his belly, like a gluttonous food after eating: "Here."