Beyond the Divine States Chapter 172: : Shi Yuan

"Are you finally awake?"

A voice rang from the bottom of my heart.

Ning Changjiu slowly opened his eyes.

The light falling from the sky shone into his pupils, and time seemed to recover a little bit with the arrival of light. Ning Changjiu looked at the gray, faintly bright dome, and finally his consciousness was awakened little by little.

The blood stains on his white clothes have dried up, and the wounds on his body have become scabs. Those finely polished grains of sand surround him, and half of his body is trapped inside, like a buried Fossils.

Ning Changjiu clutched his head and got up from the ground with difficulty.

The voice of speaking came from his body, and the voice could not distinguish the gender. Ning thought for a long time before remembering that it was the voice of the spirit of the sword scripture.

"Where is this..." Ning Changjiu coughed a few times, and struggling to get up from the fine sand on the ground. He had a splitting headache, his head stabbed like a poisonous needle through it.

"Are you really stupid?" The spirit of the sword said with no anger: "This is the bottom of the abyss! You, the old man and the snake, fell in together."

"Old man..." Ning Chang thought for a while, and in the Southern Wilderness, the last scene rushed into his mind like lightning, the real Hanchi laughed wildly, the head of the nine infants who fell to the plane, his face was full of tears and desperately screamed Lu Jiajia...These pictures are so hard to get rid of, and when I think of it, they play back like a nightmare.

After a long while, Ning Changjiu finally calmed down.

"Mr. Hanchi and Jiuying... where did they go?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The spirit of the sword scripture has a cold voice, "Look behind you."

Ning Changjiu felt a chill coming from behind, he turned his body a little bit.

The boy's pupils shrank, and his hands were immediately on his waist, trying to draw the sword, but after a short groping, he found nothing.

In front of his eyes, a pair of withered, wrinkled pupils were staring at him, frightening all his eyes. After taking his eyes out of it, Ning Changjiu saw its whole picture. It was a big withered snake. It seemed to have been exposed to the sun for hundreds of years. There was no trace of water in the skin. The scales that were originally pebble-like, at this moment It's also like the shell of a turtle after being burned. These scales are still dented inward. The whole body looks like a deflated leather ball. It can be imagined that the flesh and blood in it are almost rotten, and those exposed, The steel-hard bones also slowly turned into fine sand, gradually blending with the smooth surface of the sand.

"This is..." Ning Changjiu let out a sigh of relief: "Jiuying?"

After finishing talking, he noticed that there was a rotten sarcoma between the two pupils, and there were fragments of clothes on the sarcoma. It was the dead body of Hanchi Real Man...

There are no headless gods at the bottom of the abyss. What awaits them is a barren and boundless desert. The law of time remains in this desert. In the power of time, Jiuying’s bones don’t know how many years have passed. The weather turned to ashes with that crazy idea.

They rot and collapse together, turning into fine sand like flowing water.

"Marriage...Where is Lu married?" Ning Changjiu's heart tightened again. Although at the last moment, he cut off the tail of the nine infants she was holding, but with the character of Lu married , Very likely to jump down, if she jumped down......

Ning Changjiu had this terrifying thought in his mind.

He knows that although the bones of the nine infants in front of him are in the same place as him, in fact, there is more than a hundred years between him and this nine infants?

The Spirit of the Sword Classic sneered and said: "Worry about what's the use, even if you are alive now, can you get out of here?"

Ning Changjiu sank.

He looked around, looked at the boundless sky and the endless sea of ​​sand, but silently hoped that Lu married not to come down.

"Why am I still alive?" Ning Changjiu looked at his hand, his skin was just a little dry, and there was no trace of decay.

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "I am also surprised, why are you so fate?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "This cannot be explained by good fate."

The spirit of the sword scripture agreed: "So I am more hungry and curious, what is your origin?"

Ning Changjiu remained silent. He gradually remembered the records about Nanhuang he had read when he was reading in Shuge.

After experiencing Linhe City, in order to explore the origins of the Southern Desolation Abyss, he read many related classics, and there are even legends that the ancestor of Tianzong Yujian once went down into the abyss and left related books.

And that patriarch is an expert above the five realms.

Only practitioners with a godhead or above the five realms can be accepted by the abyss. Ning Changjiu also thought of this record and read it silently, then he got up and looked around. The sand under him was too fine. Soft, it will sink into the sand every step of the way, and it takes a lot of effort to pull it out.

He came to Jiuying's bones and looked at its numerous pleated pupils. Between those pupils, there was a rusty sword inserted.

That is Xianjian Minglan.

The sword was too old to be used. He wiped the blade with his fingers, and the fine rust on it fell like snow.

Ning Changjiu drew out the sword, and the other half of the sword was directly folded in Jiuying's pupils.

"Help! Help!"

When Ning Changjiu pulled out the sword, a loud cry for help came from the sword.

"Mr. Blood Feather?" Ning Changjiu frowned, remembering the demon bird that had been sealed in this sword, and said: "Are you still alive?"

"Ning..." Jun Xueyu heard the voice, shaking with excitement: "Ning Changjiu...no no, Uncle Ning! Uncle, are you sent by God to save the little one? Ah...I...I I'm dying, save me quickly."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How can I save you?"

Mr. Xueyu eagerly said: "This sword is about to rot...I'm hiding in the core of the sword now, and I can barely live in the bird here, do you...do you have a new intact sword? This broken sword still claims to be a fairy sword. The young master just fell asleep and woke up to find..."

Ning Changjiu felt noisy when he heard it. He drew out the sword, took it with him, and said, "I don't have a sword by my side. Jiuying and Hanchi are dead. It's a blessing for you to survive." /

Mr Xueyu said anxiously: "But I will die sooner or later if I go on like this... Uncle Ning, you think of a way, when the imperial city wasn't for me to attack you, you and Zhao Xianger would be so stable The feelings of..."

"?" Ning Changjiu was startled, thinking that you almost killed everyone at the beginning, so dare you take credit for this kind of thing?

He has an urge to bury the sword directly in the sand, letting it watch his death a little bit.

Mr. Xueyu cried to his mother and said: "Uncle Ning, your wife can promise me that if you kill a hundred monsters, you will find me a flesh body and release me... You and your husband and wife can't fail to keep their promises. ! And I sincerely repented when I was young, don't leave me, uncle."

"Daughter-in-law?" Ning Changjiu's expression suddenly became cold.

Xueyu Jun's heart shuddered, and he wondered if he yelled wrongly again?

It was deliberating whether to change its name, but when Ning Changjiu tied the broken sword around his waist, he said lightly: "Respect, that's my master."

Mr. Xueyu knows, and he is secretly cursing everywhere in the deserted desert with no one, what else do you pretend? With a smile on his mouth, he promised: "Yes, Master Master, thank you Master Ning for your life-saving grace."

The Spirit of the Sword Classic looked down upon the appearance of Lord Xueyu, who bowed his knees, and said: "Get out of this desert first."

"Which way to go?"

"You decide for yourself."

"Then go north," Ning Changjiu said subconsciously.

"Um...Why don't you move?"

"Which side is north?"

"..."

Ning Changjiu looked at a cloudy sky, it was like layers of yarn, with a faint light shining behind the yarn. There is no sun in this world, and the faint light fills the whole world.

Ning Changjiu didn't want to stay still, which would make him feel surrounded by unknown dangers.

He began to walk in the desert, looking for things like exits or walls, because Mrs. Bai had clearly told them that she had climbed up from the bottom of the abyss...

Since Mrs. White can go out, it means that this is not a real place of death.

Ning Changjiu walked for a long time, he couldn't feel tired, but the hope in his heart dimmed a little bit.

This desert is endless, and there is no sign of the end at all. He is like walking through an endless ocean, and the whole world has only vast seas.

Fortunately, he never saw the bones of the nine infants again, indicating that he had not fallen into the dilemma similar to a ghost hitting a wall, at least he had been moving forward.

Just...

"How can there be such a huge space under that abyss?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Before entering the abyss, his peripheral vision once glanced at it. It was a huge, circular lake-like field, surrounded by black planes that seemed to hang down, with countless fine straight lines.

The lake is huge, but how can it be as endless as the sea?

Ning Changji thought of Zhang Qianyu's picture scroll world, pondered for a while, and looked around, trying to find some clues similar to the rules.

But the world is still sand besides sand.

Ning Changjiu had to rely on feelings to walk in a certain direction alone.

"Something's wrong..." In the body, the spirit of the sword script suddenly uttered.

Ning Changjiu stopped slightly: "What's wrong?"

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "Have you noticed that the sky seems to be farther and farther away from us...?"

Ning Changjiu raised his head.

Because there are no sun, moon and stars above, coupled with the layers of gray and white, it is easy for people to make visual mistakes, and it is difficult to judge the distance between the sky and oneself.

Ning Changji watched carefully for a while, and found that the sky seemed to be farther away from him.

As time goes by, this distance has become more and more conspicuous.

Ning Changjiu’s cultivation level is probably the longevity state. He wants to try to fly with the sword to get close to the sky, but he grabs this broken sword, but he can’t fly upwards, as if some invisible force locks him in. The same.

"Where is this..." The spirit of the sword scripture is also horrified. It now especially hopes that a fierce enemy can come out and come to a decisive battle. Either you die or I live.

Time passed slowly.

Ning Changjiu's surrounding scenery has not changed, but the sky is getting farther and farther.

Finally, at a certain moment, Ning Changjiu suddenly discovered that the sand under his feet was also visibly thinning and thinning.

"Swipe!"

Ning Changjiu's feet were empty, and the sand under his feet suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his body fell down suddenly.

There is another abyss below.

Ning Changjiu landed again a long time later.

He fell back on the sand lightly.

Ning Changjiu looked up, and there was a moon in the sky, exuding a gray halo.

Ning Changjiu realized at a glance that it was not the moon at all, but a circular void from which he fell.

This is...

Ning Changjiu simulated it in his mind and said: "This is an hourglass-shaped space."

The spirit of the sword scripture was stunned. Although it was only a few decades old, it also accompanied Yan Zhou to read poems and books. He still knew about the hourglass as a timing tool. After listening to Ning Chang’s words, It also sketched out the appearance of an hourglass in its mind, and found that many situations were indeed right.

"Before we were standing on the sand, and the sand was sinking a little bit." Ning Changjiu stared at the moon in the sky, and said: "This should be a time-recording container. Now the upper layer of sand has finished falling, according to common sense. Say..."

Mr Xueyu was confused.

The sword scripture in the sea of ​​anger answered: "It stands to reason that this world should be turned upside down?"

If this is the case, then they will be the first to fall back to their original space, and as time goes by, the sand of the entire world will fall on them!

If you are buried alive, you will definitely die...

As soon as this idea came into being, Ning Changjiu saw that the "moon" in the sky began to move slowly.

At the same time, under the quiet and smooth sand surface, there was a sudden movement.

The surface of the sand was suddenly arched up piece by piece, and then split like a chicken cracking its shell. When night falls, one by one ghostly creatures, like poisonous scorpions, emerge from the sand. They take on the form of souls. At the first meeting, a fierce cannibalism began.

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