Beyond the Divine States Chapter 166: : Jiuying White Bone Claws

The light of thunder was like scattered snow dust, which was torn away from the sky by the violent wind.

A beam of light fell between the clouds, and the light was again blocked by the gathering and bridging clouds before it could spread, and a new thunder light also lit up on the distant sky peak. The curtain surrounding the waterfall mountain has fallen, and the attached rocks and pine wood have also begun to sink like a cave. On the top of the mountain, in the depressed clouds, the clouds are like boiling sea water ups and downs, and the nine violent poems are like coming from the deep sea. The giant octopus, tossed on the sea surface in heavy rain, attracted and entangled the ocean-going giant boat.

Even after many years, this scene will still be engraved in the hearts of the disciples of the Yujian Tianzong. At this moment, their gazes hurriedly looked like a scene of God's punishment coming from the sky and the end of the day.

That is the stage where the evil ghost walks at night in the legend, the curtain fell suddenly, and the demon **** who rules everything has revealed its huge body, and the disaster that follows seems to be the next moment with the thunder and lightning split every staring person Pupils.

Lu Jiajia walked forward against the wind, Ning Changjiu also struggled to get up from the ground, he touched his waist, except for the dry iron branch that cannot be poured into the spirit, he has nothing Take advantage of the weapon.

"Come back, you are not his opponent." Ning Changjiu rushed to the past, his body suddenly became unbalanced, and a staggered fall. Before he got out of balance, he stretched out his hand, but grabbed Lu Jiajia's clothes. sleeve.

Lu Jiajia stopped, supported him, and said: "It's the fate of a monk to kill demons and slaying demons, you understand it."

Ning Changjiu said: "We can go."

Lu Jia married and said: "If the great disaster is approaching today, the four peaks, mountains and rivers are broken, and the storm is approaching, my disciples are still waiting for me at Tianku Peak, how can I leave?"

She smiled lightly and continued: "Are you not confident in me?"

Ning Changjiu was silent. He raised his head, and the frantic thunderclouds were still exploding over the surrounding waterfall. The fierce **** three thousand years ago was showing its strength, and its power seemed to surpass Ning. The long-term initial budget, even if it is now Lu Jiajia, he has no confidence that he can win it.

Lu Jiajia pulled open the sleeves of his hands a little bit, and said: "When you make decisions on weekdays, do you ask me what I mean?"

Ning Chang did not speak for a long time. He remembered the scene when Lu Jiajia saved him. He suddenly felt that this seemed to be a kind of repayment. When everything was repaid, they would gradually move like two waves of water. The far lotus boat.

He doesn't like this feeling.

"I'll go with you." Ning Changjiu said.

"You are afraid that I'm too good, Jiuying can't stand it, so you want to add some chaos to me?" Lu Jiajia smiled faintly, put his hands on his shoulders, and exhorted: "You go take care Xiaoling and others, wait for me to come back."

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, bowed his head and sighed: "Then you are not allowed to come back... Now the spiritual power and luck of the entire Tianzong have almost been sucked clean. This is a bit of natural restraint for you. Be careful."

"Qing..." Lu Jiajia nodded gently.

Each sect has a unique mind method applicable to the whole sect, such as the first half volume of the Tianyu Jianjing of the Yujian Tianzong and the Zitian Taoism of the Zitian Taoist.

Everyone in the sect practiced this kind of mentality, and when they get together, they will form a kind of ethereal but real "Qiyun". This kind of Qiyun is for everyone who has practiced this kind of mentality. It is said that when one is prosperous, one is ruined, and when one is ruined, this is the reason why most sects can truly be the same hater, because their cultivation is basically linked at the beginning, unless they break away from the Zi Ting and enter the Five Realms, otherwise this connection Unable to cut off.

So the real person Hanchi used the power of the sect master to forcibly usurp the four peaks of Qi Luck. Almost everyone in the sect has fallen by at least a small level. Although the real person of Han Chi has self-damaged, he is full of Qi Luck. But can fill in these vacancies easily.

Ning Changjiu said: "Back then, the ancestor of Tianzong Yujian established this great landscape formation. Maybe he also had this idea."

Many cultivators who stayed at the bottleneck for too long and watched themselves slowly grow old, full of ambitions and rotten ambitions, are going crazy.

"The Patriarch didn't do this after all." Lu Jiajia said, she didn't want to maliciously speculate on anyone who died.

Ning Changjiu said: "So you must become the suzerain in the future... Only truly kind people can prevent this from happening again."

Lu Jiajia hesitated for a while, but nodded abnormally.

If there is any future... she thought silently.

In the words, a few green or orange streamers tore apart the broken sky, hovering in front of Lu Jiajia.

The sword aura stagnated, revealing the figure of the Three Peaks Peak Master.

"Just waiting for you." said Jing Yangxia, the leader.

Lu Jiajia nodded gently.

The Heavenly Sect of the Sword Sword has been completely divided at this moment.

On the same day, the Great Sword of the Mountain Guard was opened twice. This was unprecedented in history. The tip of the sword pointed to it, even the Sect Master.

"You must be careful." Lu Jiajia turned her head back, and finally exhorted him.

Ning Changjiu thought deeply and said: "The disciple pays goodbye to Master."

This sentence fell in Lu Jiajia's heart, splashing unclear ripples.

She temporarily erased the slight ripples of the heart, and moved forward with her sword.

Four immortal swords gather and gather in the air. The sword intent is condensed like fine sand. The main sword is like an ancient dragon entwined, and the sword intent is like a snake and python. The vast ancient sword aura occupies half of the sky, even if the main hall is in It also seemed a lot smaller in an instant.

At the moment when the figures of the four peak masters disappeared, Ning Changjiu couldn't help taking a step forward, but his feet felt a sense of trampling in the air, and his body staggered slightly. He supported the ground with one hand and stood up straight. The body, followed by the emptiness in the heart.

He moved his feet, and suddenly found himself bending a small slender wild flower.

It survived miraculously after thunder and lightning, sword qi blasting and washing, but in the end it was broken by a human unintentionally.

Ning Changjiu looked at the wild flower and crouched down to straighten it, but its delicate stem had been broken, and it was always melancholy. Ning Changjiu raised his head and glanced at the direction where Lu Jiajia was leaving. Under this ominous meaning, his heart was even more disturbed.

Finally, he got up and walked towards the top of the sky cave. The little wild flower will turn into red and dust in the next wind and rain.

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At the peak of Tianku, Lu Yuanbai was annoyed by the elders who came one after another. He wanted to be a knight. He felt that these people were just lustful and there was still the possibility of turning back, so he didn't want to kill him.

When he was about to give up the sword and want to avoid the wind, he saw the corpse of an elder on the ground.

The wound of the corpse came from behind, straight through the heart, simply directly.

Lu Yuanbai looked up in astonishment and met a young girl's gaze.

Ning Xiaoling was holding a sword, with blood dripping from the blade, her face was cold, her expression was disgusting, and the pungent **** smell made her have the urge to retching.

Lu Yuanbai had an illusion in an instant—the one standing in front of him was like the shadow of Lu Jia when he was a child.

It’s not the first time Ning Xiaoling has murdered, but she still hates this feeling. Her hands trembled, and the anger and nausea in her heart surged. She looked at the people around her angrily. I don't understand why they are still so stupid after cultivating the Tao for so many years.

During the siege, many people stopped their swords and fluttered away, staring at the girl, and said: "Dare you kill?"

Ning Xiaoling raised her head blankly, Yazhu rushed behind her, grabbed her wrist, and said: "People in the same family, brothers and sisters, will be infatuated..."

Ning Xiaoling said nothing.

Yazhu sighed and said: "Wait for Master to come back and make a decision."

Yazhu's voice did not fall, and in the blink of an eye, a white light passed by. A hole of blood appeared in the throat of the man who had spoken before. His eyes widened, before he could make any response, he followed his feet. The sword fell to the ground together.

A few people turned their heads together and looked at the direction that the flying sword pierced from.

Ning Changjiu appeared torn in white clothes, with thunder and ashes stained on it.

He held a **** flying sword that he picked up randomly between his fingers, and there was no one behind him.

He looked at Ning Xiaoling and said: "Sister sister, you really shouldn't do this kind of thing. Brother did not take care of you."

Ning Xiaoling's hand holding the sword no longer shakes. She rarely feels at ease, and the cold killing intent on her body quickly fades, as if she had never appeared before, she walked to the brother's side and looked at him. Face, said: "Brother is okay... Where's the master?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Master will be back soon."

Ning Xiaoling suddenly explained: "Brother, I did not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"I know." Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and looked at the corpse on the ground. He glanced at the sword wound and said, "Good swordsmanship."

Next, he looked around at the opponents who were facing great enemies, and said: "Brother teach you another sword."

Ning Xiaoling worried: "Brother, don't force it."

Yazhu looked at him nervously, and said, "Sifeng has been so messed up today, don't mess up anymore."

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "Will you be quiet after death?"

After speaking, he leaned down and couldn't help coughing quickly. He covered his mouth with his hand, and when he let go, there was a pool of blood on the palm of his hand.

Ning Xiaoling grabbed his hand and said: "Brother, let me go..."

Ning Changjiu clutched his chest and shook his head gently.

Many of those who have surrounded Ning for a long time have retired, but some people whispered: "He is seriously injured, but he is just playing mystery. How can he be stronger under the purple court?"

"But he stole the Heavenly Sword Sutra."

"The sword scriptures complement each other with people, he now..."

The discussion was forcibly stopped. Ning Changjiu took the sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand and took a step forward.

"Lend me a sword." He communicated with the spirit of the sword scripture in his heart.

"Don't borrow it!" The spirit of the sword said angrily: "If I borrow your sword, I will lose my way and deeds, and what will you pay for me?"

Ning Chang did not speak for a long time, urging the Golden Crow into the sea of ​​Qi, staring at the spirit of the sword scripture.

The spirit of the sword scripture has a natural fear of the golden crow. After the two looked at each other for a while, the spirit of the sword script pulled down their hair to block the eyes, and compromised: "If you go, just borrow a sword. Don't give it..."

Ning Changjiu's golden pupil suddenly spread like a dead person.

The tip of the sword was not aimed at any one person, but the intent to kill if there was nothing but a sharp point in everyone's mind.

Even Ning Xiaoling's heart was stunned, she felt that the brother at this moment was both terrifying and strange.

Ning Changjiu's clothes fluttered, and he walked away earlier.

One step, two steps...While walking, he kept coughing while clutching his chest, like a swordsman who has been traveling a long way and occasionally feels cold.

Looking at his back, Lu Yuanbai sighed, thinking how this scene is a bit familiar, how is this scene of a heart attack, it's clearly because of love...

Thinking about this, Lu Yuanbai looked farther away.

That's the direction around the waterfall mountain.

On the high mountain that is closer to the sky than the Four Peaks, the Great Sword of the Mountain Guard, like a big boat made of rolling dark clouds, slammed into the huge reef in the sky.

The figures of the four peak masters standing in the void looked so small from a distance, as if they would be shredded by a flying thunder at any time.

Ning Changjiu's cough became more and more rapid, but the gold in his eyes became more and more intense.

The muffled crash sound came from a distance.

The Great Sword of Protecting the Mountain smashed on the Huanbao Mountain.

The gray fog swallowed the top of the mountain after colliding away, like a huge explosion, and the smoke and dust swept over the sky.

On the peak of Tianku, the sound of swords and Ning Changjiu's cough were also swallowed.

When the smoke cleared, Ning Changjiu wiped the black blood on the corner of his mouth. He was still coughing, but his dilated pupils had recondensed, and his sword had been washed with blood and turned dark red on the ground. , There are corpses everywhere, shocking.

Many people didn't react at all until they died.

This volume of the sword scripture that the ancestor found in the depths of the Southern Wilderness is the true pioneer of the Tianzong Yujian.

Ning Xiaoling walked over the corpses everywhere, she raised her head and looked straight ahead, she was not scared at all.

She walked to the brother's side, took off the scabbard around her waist, and then took the brother's hand, raised the sword in his hand, pointed the sheath at the blade, and sent it in.

After the sword was put into the sheath, Ning Changjiu weakened and fell down. Ning Xiaoling supported him, carried him on his back, and walked towards the inner peak with some effort.

This scene looked a little ridiculous, but the scene was silent.

The wounded assassin elders are not dead yet, Ning Changjiu's sword is no matter how powerful it is, but limited by today's strength, after all, he couldn't kill them all.

It's just that they didn't take any further action.

More and more Tiankufeng disciples walked out of the inner peak.

They gave way to the brothers and sisters. The male disciple was led by Nancheng, and the female disciple was led by Le Rou. They drew their swords and stood in front of them like a human wall.

Lu Yuanbai also drew out his sword. He rubbed his eyebrows. He only felt that the sword heart hummed and couldn't calm down. He took a deep breath, stomped his foot, and flew directly to the lord. The direction of the temple.

People gradually dispersed.

There is still fire falling in the sky.

The Four Peaks without the great formation of protecting the mountains looked a little depressed in such a world.

The dark black sword cloud surrounding the waterfall mountain also began to rotate.

Behind the thick sword cloud, three huge lanterns were lit up.

The two symmetrical left and right eyes are the first eyes in the middle of Jiu Ying, and the middle one is the heavenly soul lamp held in its mouth. The pupil and light penetrated through the layers of fog and shot over.

It arched its huge body again, and the nine twisted snakes resembled nine long whips that stirred the world and revealed its true appearance again after the clouds cleared.

"You also want to betray me?"

I don't know if this voice came from Jiuying or from the true population of Hanchi. Jiuying lowered his huge head, his eyes fixed on the four hanging swords, his boneless body was covered by the spirit of the dead.

The brother and sister Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin were silent.

The great sword protecting the mountain dissipated, but they were unable to leave any physical injury on Jiuying's body.

This is also related to the demise of Zongqiyun today.

Even if they are peak owners, they are inevitably affected.

Jing Yangxia was also exhausted after a day's hard work. He was already very energetic at this moment and could hardly conceal the traces left by the years.

"You betrayed Tianzong." Jing Yangxia held the Bixiao sword, her eyes full of disappointment: "Tianzong's foundation for more than three hundred years will be destroyed by you! If Tianzong collapses, Before the reconstruction, there is no shelter in the world. What kind of demons will be rampant in Nanzhou here? Restoring the city in Jingmang, you are rebelling against the common people!"

The snake eye in the middle of the nine infants moved to Jing Yangxia, and the words of the real man Hanchi slowly sounded: "This is just your opinion. After hundreds of years, the words used in the history books write me, It should be the ancestor of Zhongxing in Tianzong Yujian."

His words are slow, and Jiuying's actions are also slow.

Compared with its body at this moment, the whole mountain looks like a dangerous rock on the sea, giving people a feeling of crumbling.

Time seems to be back thousands of years ago. At that time, the ascetics were still groping for the methods of practice. Countless talented people just took a turn and died in a madness. At that time, it was the most demons and gods in the world. In chaos, the true dragons raced across the land and the sea, the Tianfeng races dominate the sky, the human race survived in the cracks, the rise of the hero was slow, but the fall was unbelievable. Many ascetics who entered the five realms did not even make it. Leave a name in history and become a bone under the throne of a certain fierce god.

At that time, how desperate human beings faced such an indomitable monster?

After a thousand years, this kind of fear and powerlessness has come again.

The swords in the hands of the four peak masters are like scattered bookmarks in front of it.

"You are not opponents, let me come." Lu Jia married Yukong and floated towards Jiuying's main head. Her words were neither light nor heavy, but no matter how violent thunder sounded, they could not be passed. .

Xue Xunxue looked at the cold and beautiful face of this junior, and suddenly became furious, and said: "What can you do for a little girl?"

Speaking, she directly stretched out her hand and grabbed the Wenyun sword beside her, and cut it towards Jiuying.

Lu Jia frowned, and immediately followed with Yu Jian. Although Jing Yangxia’s Bixiao Sword had lost most of his charm, he was not slow to draw the sword, and he had already given up because of the fear in his heart. Xue Lin laughed at himself after her sister stepped away with the sword, and followed.

The surrounding waterfalls and mountains are in chaos.

The sword cloud that had been exploded by the great sword protecting the mountain before spread out in a huge ring to the surroundings, sweeping across the four peaks, where the ring of sword cloud spread, and the vegetation turned into ashes.

Jiuying stepped on the peak of the cave, each head is like a peerless sword.

Almost all the strongest surviving members of the Tianzong Yujian generation gathered here, and the speed at which the battle in the history of the Tianzong Zhenshu ended exceeded their initial expectations.

Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin have not even gone through ten strokes. After their swords hit Jiuying’s head, they only cut a thin layer of white marks. They moved between the frantic nine poems for a moment. After that, they were repelled by the giant tail thrown by Jiuying. If they hadn't sacrificed their innate spirits at the same time, this tail attack would even make them lose the ability to fight.

The more advanced people are, the less likely it is to expose their own innate spirits. Even the battle that Zitian Daomen forced to the door did not force them into desperation, and had to bring the true spirits into the world. .

But at this moment, they sacrificed their innate spirits for simple defense.

As stated in the rumors, the innate spirits of these brothers and sisters are all incomplete tigers. One lacks eyes and the other lacks a tail. The two big tigers shielded them from the offensive with their huge bodies. She escaped from the most central riot area under cover, but the tiger's body was also beaten all over, and its spiritual power soon became difficult to maintain.

Jing Yangxia has the highest realm. Although his sword can cut through the scales of Jiuying and leave obvious wounds, it cannot beheaded with a single sword, which is nothing short of a drop in the bucket.

Mr. Hanchi also left no affection for this old man of his own generation.

After Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin temporarily withdrew, the two pieces that Jiuying separated were like two sharp swords, piercing towards Jing Yangxia.

Jing Yangxia was forced to switch from the initial desperate offense to defense. Those ferocious giants smashed over like huge boulders. After each confrontation, Bixiaojian dimmed by one point, with a thumping impact. , He was beaten back and forth, and he didn't know if it was a hallucination. Every impacted giant head made a strange sound.

"I haven't drunk blood for thousands of years..."

"There seems to be a tumor in my head..."

"Ah, the concubines of my father and queen were really skinny and tender, and I will never forget their blood..."

"What age is it now?"

"Who knows, these humans with weapons are still so vulnerable anyway."

"Huh? This woman in white clothes seems pretty good."

"I don't know if her blood tastes good..."

"Wait a minute...you...have you noticed that she is a bit like that woman!"

"That woman?"

"That woman! Impossible!"

Nine heads exploded all at once, and countless noisy words buzzed like a shrew arguing. These words passed into Jing Yangxia's ears, and he only felt that his brain was about to explode.

"You are scared to be silly. When you see the woman in white clothes, you think it is her! That woman was dead long ago. Back then, Futian Jun killed her and her husband together!"

"Yes...she died a long time ago, and someone like that would die..."

"Yes, they are all dead. Who else can stop us in the future?"

Before it knew the Lord of the Kingdom of God existed, it only felt that the main **** was dead, and the second **** was the new generation of the main god!

Jiuying raised his head and roared loudly, its consciousness collapsed, and at that moment it even overwhelmed the dominance of the real man Hanchi.

Jing Yangxia finally did not support, and was hit by a hammer and flew out. Lu Yuanbai who happened to rush to catch him, Lu Yuanbai looked at the big monster up close, and then looked at it again. After weighing the injury of the old peak master Jingyang Xia, he decided to take the old peak master to treat the injury first.

Before Jiuying, only the white dress was still hunting and dancing.

The conversation of Jiuying Nine Poems was still ringing noisily, and the conversation quickly turned into a roar.

"Kill her, kill her!"

"All women in white clothes are damned!"

"I will tear off her flesh and drink her blood!"

"Kill her, kill her!!!"

Without the hindrance of those monks, Jiuying's nine poems were all aimed at Lu Jiajia.

The gray mist on the surrounding waterfall mountain has not completely dissipated. The nine songs of Jiuying are like nine bridges across the sky in a huge foggy day.

And Lu Jia married in front of the bridge, her sword eyes were as bright as noon, her snow-white sword skirt was full of strong winds, and her clothes were full of sword air like thunder and lightning, blowing in the wind. , She splashed and danced wildly. Under the watchfulness of Jiuying, her figure remained motionless, but the sword intent on her body rose steadily, as if she could split the demon **** in front of her into two halves with the surrounding waterfall!

Mr. Hanchi, after robbing his consciousness for a short time, fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him.

The sword body on her body is so familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere... His original memory chain about Liantian Town broke again. He can't remember what happened, but instinct appeared in his heart. fear.

Each head of Jiuying gave birth to consciousness, so this fear could not be conveyed to every head.

His realm when he was forcing Jiuying to merge was so low that he couldn't suppress Jiuying's fierceness at all, even if he only controlled the capital in the middle.

Numerous voices are chaotically rising and falling in my mind. Real man Hanchi knows that this is a sign of madness.

"As a person of the Tianzong, the luck of the Tianzong is sluggish, why did you increase your cultivation level? You obviously betrayed the Tianzong, so why bother to pretend to be a savior here?" So, he hoped that Lu Jiajia could answer, so that he could hook on an anchor point, so that he would not be overwhelmed quickly.

But Lu Jia married on deaf ears.

The Minglan sword in her hand was full of sword energy, and the blood feather king, who was used as the spirit of the instrument, was like a fish that came ashore to play at high tide, and finally flew out.

Mr. Blood Feather has gradually regained some consciousness. He just wanted to be glad that he was free again, and hoped that in the future, he would work hard to kill evil spirits, earn his body, and then become a qualified Nanzhou Demon King again.

But it raised its head, dumbfounded.

What kind of monster is this... Its entire body is not even as big as the other's pupil now.

"This...this..." Jun Xueyu's eyes widened, and he immediately turned around, and then saw Lu Jiajia's sword intent that the nine-headed monster would carry it down the mountain with a thousand swords and swords. It looked like a rain-drenched chicken, hugged its wings, and shivered back into a fairly safe sword with its grand plan domineering.

At the moment when Xueyu Jun got back into the sword, Lu Jiamarried slapped the hilt of the sword, and the Minglan sword hung on the rainbow, and her figure staying in the same place was already a shadow.

In her body, most of the sword fetus that has melted away buzzes.

The ring-shaped sword cloud in the sky was inspired, and gathered back again at the moment when Lu Jiajia's figure was activated.

The sword ring is like a rope. It is necessary to securely lock Jiuying, and tear off the sword ring with nine thunderous songs, but it cannot capture Lu Jiajia’s lightning-fast figure, sharp. The friction sound of Jiuying’s body kept ringing. At the end of each sound, there was a sword mark deep into the bones. Lu Jiajia and Minglan sword were divided into two sides, both of which were surrounded by white shadows. Can't tell who is a person and who is a sword.

Lu Jiajia stepped on the nine poems, and between the ups and downs of a few breaths, came to the one in the middle.

Man and sword meet from both sides at exactly this moment.

Lu Jia was married in the middle of the snake's head, holding the hilt in both hands, interlocking his fingers, and slammed downward.

The Ming Lan sword touched the head of Jiu Ying, and the actual sword aura shot out one after another, turning into a white air current, centering on the tip of the sword, spinning like a spiral.

Jiuying let out a painful roar.

"Kill her! Kill her!"

All the heads roared, deafening.

Jiuying has no sharp claws, but the four separate heads on both sides of its body are bent at this moment. They are like a pair of four-claw scimitars pierced brightly. The head, like wearing mulch!

The bone claw of Jiuying, who once killed the practitioners of the Five Paths, cut at the white-clothed woman in her early twenties after three thousand years.