Beyond the Divine States Chapter 167: : Let’s take a green bird to go

The light of thunder disappeared, and the clouds of swords gathered and scattered.

The rumbling sound of the collapse of Huanbao Mountain echoed in my ears.

The trees on the mountain have already slid down the slope. Jiuying’s sharp claws have left deep marks on the high cliffs of the mountain. Under Lu Jiajia’s sword, Jiuying is like a scimitar and claws. When it first fell, the entire mountain accelerated the rate of collapse.

The large array of mountains and rivers connecting the four peaks in the Sect Master Hall also cracked inch by inch, and the dark spring under the ground burst out.

While the boulder rolled down, Lu Jia married the fairy sword Minglan and pressed down against Jiuying's head. The blade pierced Jiuying's scales, and the half-handled sword fell into its flesh and blood.

Jiuying's mouth was snarled, and the rows of pale teeth in between were distinct and tight. It wanted to open, but Lu Jiajia's sword pressed the entire head down a huge arc.

The other eight poems bite towards the location of Lu Jiajiao.

Lu Jiajia’s sword is at the point where the snow-white spiral of sword aura is hit by the airflow from the other eight sides, and it is shattered. Jiuying is suddenly lifted by the middle of the sword’s pressure, sharp teeth clasping. Open, the roar shook the mountains echoing.

Pong!

The closest song came first, and Lu Jiajia's whole sword field made a crackling sound after the snake's head hit.

The white clothes swayed endlessly, but her hands were firmly pressed against the hilt of the sword. The blade cut through the skin of Jiuying. She wanted to cut along the cut part and directly chop its brain into pieces.

But the offense of the remaining eight songs is also stormy.

Some snake heads kept rushing into the sword domain, and Lu Jiajia's bulging swordshang kept denting. There are also snake heads that extend directly in front of Lu Jiajia, opening up their blood basin and mouth, the center of the mouth, or the black or white aura condenses like points of light. After condensing into a substantive ball of light, it moves towards Lu Jiajia like a water column. Married and rushed forward.

Even the most ordinary water can cut through steel after reaching a high enough speed, not to mention such pure spiritual power?

Most of the sword domain where Lu Jiajia was protecting his body was lifted away in an instant.

The strong wind blows across the face, her long hair rises back, and her clothes are crushed on the skin like needles.

Lu Jiama leaned on the sword, her body bent a little, she wrestled with the demon power that was coming on her face, her body was a little bit backward, and the eight songs of Jiuying were arguing like a shrew. Without the barrier of the sword domain, these voices kept ringing, sometimes like high-pitched screams and sometimes low-pitched divine words.

"Otherwise, let her hack this head to death. It has a **** tumor in its brain, and that tumor wants to control us..."

"I see a tumor in your brain! How much do we have to fall after it dies? Do you want to be killed by this young woman and sleep for thousands of years?"

"Then wait until we kill this woman, then eat this head..."

"You are still so sick..."

"After we leave here, we will eat all the women in white clothes in the world!"

"Shut up!" The middle one made a low cry of pain, and its voice was obviously much lower. Every syllable seemed to overlap with the previous one, with the heaviness and level of history: "No wonder it was a thousand years ago. After I died, you also died so fast. After so many years, you are still like frogs at the bottom of a well! Don’t you realize that now a new **** is sitting on the throne of the sky."

"What?"

"Those ruined palaces?"

"Still a new kingdom of God?"

"Who are the new gods? Why do they sit in the sky?"

The words of those giants exploded again, and they even relaxed their offensive against Lu Jiajia in a short time.

Mr. Hanchi finally took back the control of Jiuying temporarily. It used Jiuying as the main body to say in a low voice: "Today there are twelve supreme main gods. They sit in the kingdom of God and guard the world in turn. Our Existence is no longer tolerated by the world. Today, we must fight quickly and retreat into the void and secret realm. Otherwise, if the divine envoy of the Sin King and Divine Kingdom arrives, we will undoubtedly die!"

"What..." Some giants seem to be unable to withstand this blow, feeling that they have come back from the dead, if they can't run wild, what is the meaning of the life of the gods?

"Twelve **** masters? Guard the world? Have they become pawns of heaven for power?"

"What about Ancestral Dragon, Tianzang, Mingjun and the others? Have those ancient gods inherited the throne?"

"As far as I know, they are all dead." The voice of the real man Hanchi can't be said far away.

"Where is Jun Futian? Can such a powerful existence be killed?"

"The Great God Shunfu is still alive." Han Chi said, "Three years later, it will be the year of its kingdom of God."

"Unexpectedly, he also became the sword of heaven..."

The giant leader of Jiuying launched a more fierce offensive against Lu Marry after a messy exchange.

Listening to the whispers of the gods, Lu Jiajia found it difficult for Daoxing to remain quiet again. The sword energy that she burst out to contend with Jiuying also reached a critical point at this moment, and the power was overwhelming that critical After the line, Lu Jiajia was suddenly overturned in a series of sonic booms.

And Xianjian Minglan is still deeply stuck in the flesh and blood of Jiuying.

The head of Jiuying raised his head high, like the Optimus Pillar roaring wildly, and the consciousness of the real person of Hanchi was arbitrarily suppressed by Jiuying.

After Zi Ting, he can walk in the void like flat ground, and Lu Jiajia's figure suddenly stands still after a high-speed retreat.

She didn't have a sword in her hand, but the sword intent on her body was pouring down like a flood. She swiped her finger in front of her, and wherever her finger passed, there was the afterimage of a virtual sword, which was on the Fenghu Lake that day. , The sword move she had comprehended from the old fox, at that time she had to cut one with great effort, but now in the act of raising her hands, the dense shadows of the sword have been condensed in an instant.

Under the background of Jiuying's huge body, Lu Jiajia's figure looks extremely small, like a cloud that unintentionally passes over the peak.

But the cloud was awe-inspiring and slammed directly towards the peak.

As her figure swept, the shadow of the virtual sword turned into ten, ten into a hundred, covering the sky and the sun in a blink of an eye.

Jiuying’s shocking roar was like a series of explosions. Lu Jiajia walked against the explosions, and the undissipated Jianyun once again turned into her sword.

The cloud crashed into the mountain.

The white clouds did not dissipate, and the mountain peaks were not broken.

No matter how dense the swarms of locusts are like sword shadows, they are still small compared to Jiuying.

They left many small wounds on Jiuying’s body. These wounds did not ooze a drop of blood. At this moment, the body of the undead looks like an immortal body, repairing it faster than Lu Jiajia Own injured torso.

Lu married to marrying is obviously only in the first stage of Zi Ting, but her sword spirit is far more than Jiu Ying's estimate.

"What is this? Why can she be like a sword?"

"This is the same body of sword and spirit! Is your brain dull like this?"

"This is the same body of sword and spirit! This is clearly...this is clearly the body of a magic weapon!"

"The body of the magic weapon?"

"Don’t you know where the innate sword body came from? The Shixiang Kingdom who lived in Japan back then, cast eighty-one sword embryos. The blade forging the sword is the body of the magic weapon!"

"The method of forging swords was lost in our time, why is she..."

"Kill her!"

Lu Jiajia noticed their conversation, she vaguely knew the origin of her sword body, a flash of light in her mind, suddenly wondered if that golden crow was also a thousand years ago, the **** of the ten-phase kingdom in their mouths ?

Just why does it recognize Ning Changjiu as the master?

Of course, Lu Jiajia will not be distracted to think deeply about these at this moment, and her sword intent now far exceeds Jiuying's estimation.

The two kept colliding in the air. Jiuying’s fierce head-claw offensive made the surrounding waterfall become shorter and shorter. They hit from the top of the peak to the clouds and mist, and they kept facing each other in the clouds and mist. The collision is like a life-and-death killing in the deep water under the sea.

Lu Jiajia and Jiuying kept colliding and bounced away. Numerous scales seemed to knock down Guizi from idle wind, and rustle shivered off. Some parts of the scales are flesh and blood, and some are dead souls. The body, it is like an unreal life, which is still between life and death at this moment.

Jiuying’s nine poems are interspersed in the air, trying to attack Lu Jiajia. Although Lu Jiajia has no sword in her hand at the moment, she is far faster than taking the sword as a sword!

Lu Jiama flicked his sleeves, shaking off countless virtual swords again.

Jiuying suddenly grinned: "Thirteen tricks! You little Nizi can only do this?"

Nine Infants opened their mouths one after another, and their stern and arrogant laughter happened to resonate with the spiritual power fluctuations of those virtual swords. The virtual swords were all shattered in space. Lu Jiajia lacked cover and suddenly appeared lonely. Wuyi, her expression did not change at all, her white clothes were like a sword, instantly condensed into a sword light tens of feet high, and it fell towards the center of Jiuying.

Some giants of Jiuying laugh wildly, while others are silent and dare not speak loudly. Some are annoyed to remind: "You look like this, you want to tell the Lord God who guards the world, we are back in the world?"

Some giants fell silent immediately, but some still disagreed, saying: "What are you afraid of? That lord **** might be our best friend back then."

"There are never friends between gods." Someone reminded: "When we killed the father, he didn't regard us as children, and we didn't regard him as father, let alone friends?"

"Kill her first and talk about other things."

"Kill her? You shouted so loudly, why didn't you go up first?"

"This little girl's knife is really fast..."

The words of the gods are not spread through the vibration of the air. They are almost heart-to-heart. There is almost no delay or loss in the dissemination of words, but this kind of sound from the soul is more likely to drive the nearby ascetics crazy.

Lu Jiajia did not show any signs of being contaminated. Her appearance at the moment seemed to be not a real person, but a cold weapon.

The weapon is not afraid of pollution, even if it is stained with blood stains, it can still be washed away in a heavy rain.

Lu Jiajia landed abruptly, stepped on the head of a Jiuying, holding a virtual sword that did not lose the edge of a real sword, and suddenly inserted it.

The giant screamed and shook the giant. The authority of the space was suddenly activated and moved Lu Jiajia to another head.

The head yelled and used the same authority of space. When Lu Jiajia’s sword fell, he sent her to another Jiuying. The moment Lu Jiajia appeared, that Jiuying’s sharp teeth snapped together. Go down.

Lu Jiajia suspended his figure in the space.

The two rows of sharp teeth suddenly closed, and the gloom engulfed her.

Jiuying’s upper and lower jaws are like closed doors, but without a blink of an eye, countless sword auras light up on the snake head. Those sword auras are like light leaking from the clouds, high speed Jiuying’s head was cut open, and then, Lu Jiajia’s body image was ejected from its cranial cavity like a firecracker. The other eight songs wanted to be blocked by the authority of space, but Lu Jiajia’s sword was used to cut it. Breaking everything, she rushed into the sky irresistibly. After reaching a high place, she suddenly turned back and slashed down at a faster speed.

And the previous head was pierced by Lu Jiajia with sword energy, and it was beaten in all kinds of holes, but it was still alive and still cursed, and the head on the side didn’t want to listen anymore, so it was just broken into pieces—anyway. Only one of the babies survives, and the remaining capitals can be resurrected.

The two giant heads close to the middle head protect the main head like left and right guards. They are obviously much more mature and stable than the rest of the heads.

The picture of Lu Jiajia a sword falling from the sky fell in the eyes of many people.

Though people in the distance can't see clearly, they can feel how domineering the sword intent is.

"This...when did Lu Jiajia become so strong?" Xue Xunxue rode on the blind tiger, looking into the distance, his heart swaying. In the portrait in the Patriarch Hall, there was also a female ancestor who had cut it out. Similar swordsmanship, but the picture scroll is a picture scroll after all. Now that everything is truly presented to the front, the impression and impact it brings to people are completely different after all.

Xue Lin thought for a while, and said: "Maybe it's about that boy."

"The boy?" Xue Xunxue frowned, "That's Ning Changjiu?"

Xue Lin nodded.

Xue Xunxue didn't believe it, she shook her head and said: "He hasn't arrived in the purple court yet, where did he come from? Then Lu Jiajia should have gotten a chance in the imperial city and he just deliberately kept it from us." /

Xue Lin didn't argue with her sister's point of view, but just watched Xue Xunxue sit down and smiled gently.

Xue Xunxue was smart, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said: "You mean I'm blind?"

Xue Lin thought that although he meant this, his sister was too sensitive, right?

Smoke rises in the distance, and the noise is above the stratus clouds.

The siblings stopped talking, they stared attentively with awe-inspiring expressions.

Jing Yangxia was injured not lightly. He was originally meditating and adjusting his breath, closing his eyes to warm up the aura of the Bixiao sword, but at the moment when the movement sounded, he still forcibly broke the "Sword Heart Hidden Treasure" Chan's state of mind suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

The chaos in that place broke out in an instant, and the air currents generated by the collision of spiritual power spread rapidly beyond their cognition.

The three peak masters did not have any communication, they understood their minds, and immediately dispersed, and came to the intersection of Sifeng and Huanbaoshan, and set up a temporary mountain protection formation to prevent this air current from directly affecting Sifeng Destroy half.

In that earth-shattering confrontation, the final result was that Lu Jiajia lost half of the move.

She originally used the Minglan sword inserted in the head of Jiuying as a point to lock the position of Jiuying, and then using the potential energy falling from the sky, she wanted to directly cut off the head of the Jiuying.

But Lu's marriage is too simple.

Previously, she could use the sword body to shuttle through the space barrier established by the other eight, which gave her the illusion that the sword body can surpass the law of nine infants.

But the remaining eight poems are far from the top one in the end.

When Lu Jiajia's sword fell from the sky, a series of void gates suddenly opened on the surrounding waterfall mountain.

The authority that the complete Jiuying can exert is by no means as simple as moving space. It can open up an infinite void world on a mustard seed-sized object, and that void world appears without warning, and then To contain it is the same as Zhao Xianger riding the fire and phoenix into the raindrops that day.

But Jiuying also failed to conceal himself completely, and it has not yet drawn the sword on its forehead.

Lu Jiajia relied on the real sword spirit to trace to the sword intent. She also used the cultivation base of the purple court to break through the void, traverse the layers of barriers, and slashed towards the sword. Intended to shine in the divine consciousness picture scroll.

The stone is shocking.

The mountain around Baoshan was almost split into two parts by this sword.

The huge gully separated, and Xianjian Minglan fell down.

Lu Jiamao's pupils shrink slightly.

She didn't kill Jiu Ying.

Jiuying never pulled out the sword, she had already made plans. After escaping into the void, she quietly drew the sword, placed it in the wrong realm, leaving her own breath, and tempting Lu Jiajia to go there. sword.

No matter how powerful the sword Lu Jiajia used with all his strength, it finally fell into the empty space.

She thought, and the Minglan sword that fell into the Great Rift Valley suddenly rose, turned into white light again and came to her hand. At the same time, behind her, the void cracked, and Jiuying poked his head out of it. The one that was blown up earlier has also been repaired for most, revealing its ugly appearance.

This scene is a bit like the sky above the Imperial City of the State of Zhao that day.

Lu Jiajia reacted.

But Jiuying shot faster.

Lu Jiajia relied on the most instinctive reaction in his memory. He wanted to buy time for himself first with the blasphemous style, and then temporarily escaped in the reverse white rainbow style.

But this thought almost killed her.

The Great River Irrigation Style and the Baihongguan Japanese Style have been issued one after another, but they are far from exerting their due power.

It was then that Lu Jiajia suddenly remembered Ning Changjiu's instructions-Tianzong's luck.

The Heavenly Sword Sword Scripture is the foundation of Tianzong’s air luck. Her sword body and virtual sword are not within the scope of Tianzong’s air luck. Naturally, she has no influence, but her most skillful style of the sword is nowadays. In this declining field, it was greatly reduced.

Jiuying broke through the barrier of space and ran into Lu Jiajia's body. Lu Jiajia's Daherudu style was forcibly interrupted, and his body flew upside down, slammed into Tao Lian, and sank in.

Lu Jiajia's disordered heart was calm for an instant. When Jiuying cut through the void with a huge sword-like tail, she directly shattered the void and cut through the peach curtain, and came to the outside of Tianzong.

Jiuying ran after him.

Lu Jiajia glanced at the direction of the Tianku Peak, and his expression was still slightly perplexed, and immediately resolute.

The two figures broke through the Yujian Tianzong and continued to fight along the way. Lu married and fought and retreated. Although he did not suffer any fatal injuries, he was not the opponent of the complete Jiuying. Sooner or later he would be defeated. Drag down.

They went all the way to the north, and the direction they went was exactly where the southern wilderness was.

In the middle of the journey to the north, Lu Jiajia’s body was too heavy today, and the two Yunqi and Baifuqiao acupoints that had not been healed on the back suddenly tore apart.

It's heartbroken.

The clothes behind her fainted with blood red.

……

……

Ning Changjiu woke up and suddenly sat up from the bed. Ning Xiaoling, who was still decocting the medicine, was also startled. She quickly put down her work and ran to the brother, and said with concern: "Brother...what? Up?"

Ning Changjiu clutched his head, his eyelids trembling at an unreasonable frequency. His lips were chapped, and they kept moving, as if there were countless words hidden on his lips, wanting a brain to gush out, but he couldn't say a word.

Ning Changjiu pressed his chest and forced a breath of spiritual energy. Although his breath has calmed down at this moment, the injuries in his body are still biting him like an ant.

"How long have I slept?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Ning Xiaoling looked at him pitifully, crying a bit in her voice: "Brother, you only slept for a quarter of an hour and then woke up... Sleep for a while, Junior Sister will help you keep it well." /

"A quarter of an hour..." Ning Changjiu sighed.

Obviously it was only a quarter of an hour, but he had passed thousands of years.

"I... dreamed of a Taoist temple." Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised. On the first day when she came to the imperial city, Ning Xiaoling had also heard this from her brother.

Ning Changjiu did not continue.

He squeezed his mouth tightly, and deeply understood the truth that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. He hid the previous dream in his heart-in that dream, he saw a snow that swept through everything, maybe that world It was too empty, or maybe the snow was really too big. After being lost in it for a long time, he found a broken and familiar Taoist temple. Outside the Taoist temple, it was the scene of their ascension.

In this dream, he saw the senior brothers and sisters again, but they stood in the wind and snow, covered with a layer of cold and unspeakable frost and snow, this layer of frost and snow was as thin as the dust of the years, but No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase it. Ning Changjiu gave up trying. He stepped back step by step, and then he bumped into something on his back.

It was a tree, and the tree was also covered with white snow.

He touched his waist subconsciously, there was nothing.

He settled down and looked at the senior brother and sister in the wind and snow. He suddenly found that there were only six figures in the snow, not seeing Master and himself.

Only when this thought came up, he realized that he couldn't move anymore... Then, he watched as the frost was condensed on his arm, his flesh and blood faded away, like a stone statue.

This scene made him fear from the bottom of his heart. The tide of dreams receded quickly. Before all disillusionment, he raised his head sharply and found a sun hanging in the sky.

A round of still glowing, but pale and cold sun.

He woke up suddenly.

"Married? Where is she now? Is the victory with Jiuying?" Ning Chang asked eagerly after calming down.

"Marriage...Master and Jiuying left Sifeng." Ning Xiaoling told him the news from Master Yazhu before, and said: "They seem to have no winners or losers, and now they fight all the way to the north. Past."

"Northern?" Ning Changjiu yelled and asked, "Being true to the north?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded, and she quickly found out a map for her senior.

Ning Changjiu took the map and glanced at it. In the picture, the territory of Zhao Guo flashed past in the aftermath. Its shape was like two pieces of jade.

He immediately found the location of Yujian Tianzong, and pushed his finger forward in the direction of True North.

That's where Liantian Town passed, and after Liantian Town is the Southern Wilderness.

His breathing became a little faster unconsciously, and even Ning Xiaoling heard the beating sound of his heart thumping.

"I'm going to see Zhang Qianyu." Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling was startled, and said: "Brother, calm down. Sect Master can return to the mountain gate. Doesn't it mean that Zhang Qiyu has been killed? And where are you going to find him now..."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "I don't think things are so simple to answer."

Ning Xiaoling squeezed her skirt tightly and rubbed it vigorously. She was very anxious, but she didn't know how to comfort her brother, so she asked: "Brother, you actually want to save Master, right?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "I must help her."

Ning Xiaoling said: "But your current cultivation base is just going to die for nothing..."

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, a guess in his heart sketched out the shape, he said: "I have a way."

"Yes, brother has the most methods..." Ning Xiaoling said weakly, the skirt between her fingers crumpled.

"Junior sister." Ning Changjiu lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, and said seriously: "Wait for me to come back."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, wiped her cheek, and said, "Brother, Sister Xiang'er, and Master can help you so much, but I can't do anything."

Ning Changjiu habitually rubbed her head, squatted down, smiled and said, "You are brother's money bag."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother, don't let go of things."

"Good."

"Well, we must protect Master."

"Good."

"By the way, it's best not to let Jiuying ruin Liantian Town. The little monsters inside are very cute...We will go there to provide for the elderly." Ning Xiaoling raised her head and squeezed out A laugh.

"Not going to Linhe City?"

"Don't go, Linhe City is gloomy, how can Liantian Town be better?"

"Okay." Ning Changjiu nodded. He took a brand new white coat from the hanger and put it on, then turned around and smiled gently at the junior sister.

Ning Xiaoling watched him walk out of the room and walked in the direction of her wing.

Suddenly her tears fell off.

Where did the elder brother fool her? They are obviously in the same heart... How can there be any way? It is clearly a life of nine deaths...

But apart from her own selfishness, she couldn't think of any freedom to block.

She hates every tear of her own.

Ning Changjiu came to his room.

He took down the blue bird painting hanging on the wall.

Next, he took the clear water, melted the ink with the fire of the sword, dipped the ink with the tip of the pen, and carefully placed the eyes of the blue bird with the special brushwork.

After finishing the eye, the bird on the curling bird is vivid, as if it will flutter out at any time.

This is an unfinished blue bird painted by Zhang Qianyu early this morning in order to draw them out. Ning Changjiu secretly took this painting away before leaving.

The title of the palindrome in Liantian Town has not yet been revised.

He can enter Liantian Town with any of Zhang Qianyu's paintings.

He put down the pen, took the sword, touched the scroll, and then his figure faded a little bit, as if there was a castle in the painting, and the fairy was riding a bird.