Beyond the Divine States Chapter 171: : Ten deaths but no life
The night fell silent.
Between the four peaks, there are still practitioners busy with each other.
The broken mountain guard must be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to retain the aura.
The broken Peach Curtain also began to reorganize, but the Lingsi Garden was destroyed, causing the current process to be very slow.
The surrounding waterfall mountain with its sinking bottom and broken into pieces has become a huge mound. Everyone is looking for the relics in the temple and storing them in the same way.
These things have been going on day and night, and within a month, the dilapidated Four Peaks has been rejuvenated.
After experiencing this disaster, the peaks that used to be infrequently communicated with each other.
The cold prisons on the peaks were also pardoned, and many monsters and sinners were released to help rebuild the sect together and make meritorious deeds.
Ning Xiaoling sits on the cliff, her calves swaying slightly with the night breeze. She has lost a lot of weight. She is now wearing a white skirt with a slender yellow flower pinned to her sleeves, and her brows are more delicate because of her thinness.
She leaned against a snowy tree, tilted her head slightly, looking at the lights on the mountain peaks, looking at the sword energy that pierced the night, and looking at everything that was gradually growing.
Now Xueying has withered and cleaned, the luxuriant leaves are hanging in the wind, and occasionally a few pieces will fall and pass by her.
She was obviously only fourteen years old, and her original charming appearance was rapidly transformed in a month, and she has already taken the embryonic form of a cold female sword fairy.
The sound of footsteps came gently from behind.
Le Rou cautiously walked to the edge of the cliff, sat down beside her, and turned her head to look at Ning Xiaoling's always expressionless face.
Although Ning Xiaoling has always been expressionless, she has never been able to hide her sadness.
Le Rou looked at her and felt that she was like a pool of spring water that had been frozen by a night of cold wind. Only that young man could melt the snow and ice in her heart.
These days, Le Rou often comes to her and talks to her.
Ning Xiaoling just lowered her head and listened to Le Rou in silence, nodding or shaking her head from time to time, giving some simple responses.
"Your brother is such a good person, we used to misunderstand him so much, now think about it, it is really shameful and ridiculous..."
"I still remember when you came on the first day. In fact, I didn't like you very much at that time..."
"Hey, aren't you and your brother really brothers and sisters? They are both so beautiful."
"..."
The wind blows through the plains and the star-crawling peaks and valleys. Two young girls sit on the edge of the cliff, their voices are as thin as the wind.
The sound of Wan Lai crying when the wind of Tiankufeng passes through the cave is always moving.
"Le Rou, actually you don't need to tell me this." Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned her head, looked at her seriously, and said word by word: "Thank you for your care during this time."
"I...because I am a senior sister." Le Rou looked at Ning Xiaoling's face, and in her eyes, there was an illusion that she was looking at the master, and her heartbeat speeded up slightly. .
After Ning Xiaoling finished speaking, she continued to lower her head and watched the lights and busy figures moving between the four peaks.
"Actually..." Le Rou hesitated for a long time, and finally she spoke carefully. She talked about some of the things she had done before, the things that made fun of Ning Changjiu not succeeded but caused trouble to her upper body.
Le Rou counted one by one, with many apologies in her words.
Ning Xiaoling also seemed to remember something, the smile on her face was fleeting, "Of course you can't beat him, brother...it's amazing."
Le Rou nodded vigorously, comforting: "Well, he is so powerful, he will definitely come back."
"Really..." Ning Xiaoling seemed to be asking herself.
Le Rou affirmed: "I want to have such a cute sister, I am not willing to go." Ning Xiaoling's calf swayed gently, she looked at the little girl beside her who had been trying to make her happy, squeezing There was a faint smile and said: "Isn't I just your junior..."
"Junior Sister..." Le Rou suddenly tightened her heart when she heard this.
Ning Xiaoling said nothing, she stood up from the cliffside in silence and walked towards the inner peak.
Le Rou turned around and looked at her, but she stopped talking. In the sultry summer night, the stars on Ning Xiaoling's skirt faded a little.
She walked over the wooden ladder in the inner peak, touched the key on her waist, hesitated slightly at the corner of the stairs, and then walked towards the brother's room.
Ning Changjiu's door key is now under her care.
Ning Xiaoling walked into the room as usual, spread the quilt and folded it, dusted off the ground and windowsill, and the book on the table was meticulously aligned by her, and every corner was aligned. Neatly, after finishing this, she would sit like a student brother, leaning on the back of the chair, picking up a book and reading.
In the past, when Ning Changjiu taught her to learn to read, all the scrolls of paper were still kept. There were different notes on the modified drawings. Ning Xiaoling looked at these and only felt that compared with the handwriting of her brother, her own writing was almost like It was the little gray duck who saw the **** Suzaku.
She can watch for a long time every time.
Ning Xiaoling also knows that some things can be kept, but some can never be kept.
At midnight, she left Ning Changjiu's house and returned to her room.
Han Xiaosu in the porcelain vase was meditating through Yuehui. Seeing Ning Xiaoling coming in, she stopped her practice and got into the porcelain vase.
Han Xiaosu was born with fear of the world, and his only benefactor also left, and now the little mistress is cold all day long, she is being swept out for fear of being offended.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly said: "Just practice your own practice, don't worry about me."
Han Xiaosu was slightly shocked. The Moon Soul Essence was also a great temptation for her, but she hesitated for a while, still whispering in a low voice: "No, I am tired today..."
Ning Xiaoling didn't say anything, she actually seemed to be a little cold, slowly got into the bed, and then turned her head to watch Han Xiaosu disappear into the porcelain vase little by little.
At this moment, Han Xiaosu couldn't imagine Ning Xiaoling's thoughts passing by after exhausting his thoughts.
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Zhang Qianyu has never been to such a place in the future.
He didn't know how this weapon Dapeng came here, but he was stunned when he raised his head and looked up.
The picture in front of him is actually no stranger.
It’s like a flat boring picture. The entire plane is black and white. When each line is in the distance, what appears in the field of vision is a single point, but with the weapon Dapeng The point is approaching, and the point slowly stretches into a line, and then becomes a three-dimensional surface from the line when it gets closer.
They are clearly flying upwards, but at some point, the sensation conveyed by the senses is falling.
With their arrival, the whole world is expanding, and the lines stretch at a high speed like geometric multiples, and stop after they touch each other.
The weapon Dapeng steadily fell into the time that looked like a scroll.
Zhang Qianyu walked down cautiously. He raised his head and found that as his gaze moved upward, the world of black and white began to attach color.
Those colors are not single, but very layered, almost the same as the real ones.
After looking around for a week, Zhang Qianyu found that this place looked just like an unusually high mountain, with the stele pavilion in front of him and the sea of clouds churning behind him, everything seemed so real.
Zhang Qianyu was originally a second-god who holds a part of space authority. After arriving here, he actually gave birth to a little insignificant feeling. The previous methods seemed ordinary, but for a person like him who "knows how to do it" In his eyes, it is breathtaking divine power.
"The style of the row of white houses imitated the style of the ancient witch people thousands of years ago?" Zhang Qianyu pointed to the distant mountainside, the building almost embedded in the rock wall, recalling Some past events.
The girl surnamed Si said: "That's just white in your eyes."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Qianyu was puzzled.
The girl surnamed Si said: "Here, the world that everyone sees is different and truly fixed. Only the dots and lines you see at first, and everything that is left is just your subjective Padding on."
Zhang Qianyu frowned and looked at everything around him carefully. He tried to look at the world in another way, but he found that no matter how much he deceived himself, the world in his eyes would not change much.
The Dapeng bird disintegrated, eighteen weapons flew out, and slid back into the box, the sword returned to its sheath, and the petite but tall girl stepped up the steps.
Zhang Qianyu followed carefully.
The world is obviously so peaceful, but it gives him a real sense of danger. He doesn't even dare to look up at the end of the mountain road. He vaguely feels that there seems to be a throne of an ancient **** hidden there.
"This is...the kingdom of God?" Zhang Qianyu asked in a low voice.
The girl surnamed Si shook her head and said: "This is unsightly."
"Unobservable?"
"Yeah." The girl nodded, did not explain more, just said: "I rank fourth in the view, so my surname is Si, and I have three senior brothers and sisters and two seniors. Then you might think, You can go and meet."
Zhang Qianyu carefully pondered the three words "unobservable", and followed the girl surnamed Si toward the high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.
He thought in his heart, since this is not the kingdom of God, that person should be much lower, but what kind of sect is there in this world that allows a disciple to defeat with just a few tricks and he is about to enter Where is the evil **** of the five realms?
Or... Is this girl alone with exceptional talent?
He pondered for a while and asked: "In your opinion, how do other disciples compare to girls?"
Although the girl surnamed Si looked cold, she did not hesitate to answer these irrelevant questions. She thought for a while and replied seriously: "I haven't fought with the third brother, but the second brother only needs one move to defeat me, senior sister. Beat me..."
"The master sister didn't act lightly or seriously, I don't dare to provoke her." The fourth sister shook her head slightly, recalling the painful years of the former master sister teaching her weapon moves, and then she finally learned everything from the master sister. A little bit of fur, and then she traveled down the mountain with a sword and a sword. It was originally a lack of confidence, but soon, she was surprised to find that she could stand alone in the world.
Zhang Qianyu casually asked a few unobservable questions, and finally couldn't help but speak: "By the way, I would like to ask the fairy master, the legend of the headless **** in the center of the Southern Wilderness..."
Sister Si gave him a cold look, and all Zhang Qianyu's words froze between her lips.
"This is a forbidden area marked by the master himself, and no one of us is allowed to set foot." The fourth senior sister said coldly: "The only thing I can tell you is the people who fall into the abyss. Except for the high gods, the rest are Ten deaths but no life."
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The center of the Southern Wilderness, the bottom of the abyss.
Time seems to have stopped flowing, even a piece of dust falls very slowly.
On the ground lies a teenager in white.
There is no obvious injury on the boy's body. He closed his eyes, and his calm face didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
It took him an extremely long time to fall to the ground, and then he fell into a longer sleep.
After a long time, the boy moved his fingers.
Looking at the time scale of the outside world, the process of his finger's micro-movement took a full hour, and it was as long as a flower bud blooming.