Beyond the Divine States Chapter 176: : Light curtain

In the honeycomb-like cave, a voice came from far away. The voice was like chanting, and it was impossible to hear the specific content.

Ning Changjiu looked at the pale liquid light swaying in those caves, not sure what they were and where they came from.

"What's that?" Jun Xueyu suddenly cried out strangely.

Ning Changjiu looked at the right side of his waist and found a deeper area on the right.

The whole space is like a tree, the branches extending from the canopy grow densely and intertwined, and the trunk part is a dark corridor. The corridor is not spacious, and the walls on both sides seem to have large snakes crawling. Then, it was full of linear traces scraped by scales, and at the end of the long corridor, it seemed that something was staring at him in the faint darkness.

Ning Chang didn't walk into the corridor immediately, he walked to the side, opened his sword eyes, and looked into the caves.

Fortunately, this space is not like the hourglass world now. It seems that there are no restrictions on Taoism here, and all of his Taoism can be performed as usual.

He looked carefully for a while, but he couldn't see anything other than the grayish white.

Ning Changjiu retracted his gaze, cut off a small lock of sleeves with a finger sword, and went in.

"It seems that something is eating it!" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture exclaimed.

Ning Changjiu's lips were pursed a little bit. He watched the sleeves of his sleeves corroded and decomposed a little bit in the gray cave, leaving only the corner still pinched between his fingers.

Ning Changjiu said: "This is the same as the original hourglass world. There is a law of time."

The spirit of the sword script remembered the tragic condition of Jiuying’s bones, and wondered: "Then why are you okay?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe I have a godhead in my body that can counteract time?"

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "Heaven and earth are four directions called the universe. Throughout the ages, the universe is called the universe. The universe represents the sky. When the universe represents the world, it is one of the two highest powers in the world. What kind of power can resist their existence?"

Ning Changjiu glanced at the black branch pinched in his hand subconsciously.

The spirit of the sword script frowned and said: "This dark thing is not a magical weapon, right? If others say, I definitely don't believe it, but since it has appeared in you, maybe it is really a powerful thing."

Mr Xueyu also echoed: "Presumably this is the authority of Uncle Ning. Now he has fallen into the world and lost his color."

The spirit of the sword said: "Well, it should be the power of the sun god. Legend has it that there are ten states in the sun, and the lord seems to be gone."

Mr. Xueyu shook his head and said: "I don’t think it’s necessary. I think Uncle Ning might be the reincarnation of the great **** in charge of the law of the universe. He happened to return to his cemetery now. Otherwise, how could it be immortal along the way? ?"

Ning Changjiu knew that he was not a reincarnation of a great **** at all, just seven disciples who were unobservable and obscure. They were better than him at the beginning. At a glance, he removed the master who had only met once, and there are still six...

Ning Changjiu pierced the seemingly indestructible branch into it little by little.

The spirit of the sword scripture and the king of blood feathers also held their breath, staring at the gray and white space.

After a long time, Ning Changjiu drew out the branches, stared carefully, and carefully touched the upper end with his fingers, but did not find any signs of corrosion.

"It's really an artifact!" The spirit of the sword script praised sincerely: "I think my body is also an ordinary ancient book. It seems that the artifacts are not in appearance, and it is true that they are not working."

Ning Changjiu scanned the dead branches with a sword eye, and said unsure: "Is that really the case?"

Ning Changjiu thought, threw the dead branch aside, and directly stretched his fingers into it slowly.

Blood Feather Jundao: "Uncle Ning, don't think about your corpse three lives!"

Ning Changjiu certainly didn't dare to take too bold risks. He just let a small nail to touch it, and took it back after a while.

Sure enough, when he didn't hold the branch on his body, he seemed to have lost some shelter, and the edges of his nails were instantly corroded.

Ning Changjiu quickly picked up the branch.

"It turns out that it's not Uncle Ning's innate power, but this broken tree branch that is showing off his might?" Jun Xueyu was amazed.

The spirit of the sword scripture also asked: "What is the origin of it?"

Ning Changjiu stared at it, involuntarily recalling that it was covered with moonlight, piercing into his chest as brightly as a divine sword was born. On the end of the dead branch, that dreamlike shadow swayed in the wind. .

This was when he fought with the snow fox who was possessed by Ning Xiaoling, after the creation of the unobservable virtual world, his heart came to life and he directly extracted it from the space in front of him.

This should be left in my body after Master killed me.

But what is her intention for doing this?

Ning Changjiu turned this dead branch that could not instill spiritual power, suddenly looked surprised, and said: "It... seems to be a little different."

"It is different? Where is it different?" Xueyu Jun looked at it with his cross-eyed eyes lit up.

Ning Changjiu said: "It...seems to be brighter?"

The Spirit of the Sword Scripture also stared at it. At first, he didn't notice any clues, but after Ning Chang said this for a long time, it felt a little bit brighter.

Ning Changjiu had a guess in his heart. He stretched the dead branch into the gray tumbling cave again. This time he stayed for a long time.

When the dead branches were taken out, the upper end of the dead branches was obviously glowing with a pale white, lustrous light.

The spirit of the sword script exclaimed: "It can absorb time..."

Ning Changjiu threw away the time residue at the tip of the dead branch and re-examined, and found that this time the dead branch has been visibly drenched with the naked eye. If it takes longer, this dead branch may be like a furnace. Like the iron rod in it, it was burnt red, but at that time he was not sure whether his hand could hold the dead branch securely.

The spirit of the sword scripture urged: "What are you waiting for, throw it in for a while and see where its limit is!"

Ning Changjiu also had this intention.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the deep corridor.

"There seems to be a sound." Ning Changjiu said.

Xueyu Jun also said: "It seems...it's the voice of a little girl."

The spirit of the sword said: "Perhaps it is the temptation of demons. The road is so dark, and there are no good things hidden in it. I would rather kill the demons and must first sharpen their weapons! Let's talk when it's full!"

Ning Changjiu felt it made sense, he put the dead branches into it, flipping his fingers gently.

After a while, he looked at the corridor again: "She seems to be calling for help."

"Call for help? Do you think women want to be stupid? How can there be people in such a place! It must be a wicked demon." The spirit of the sword scripture said.

Ning Changjiu couldn't be sure, and then he felt a little burning sensation in his hand.

"It's the end." Ning Changjiu said, pulling out the dead branches, looking at the sharp luster of the tip, and said: "If you absorb it again, it will be counterproductive."

Speaking, he turned around and walked in the direction of the promenade.

This is the only exit here.

"Excuse! You must be because you heard the little girl's call for help and couldn't help but want to see it." said the spirit of the sword scripture.

Mr. Xueyu also worried: "Uncle Ning, you must be careful, don't let our Highness be a widow."

Ning Changjiu is not because of the sound coming from there, but because this is the only way.

He walked along the dark corridor to the end, finally knowing what was staring at him.

At the end of the promenade is a stone wall with a huge statue of a **** inlaid in it.　　Ning took the sword to fly higher for a long time, and finally saw the full picture of the idol.

It was a huge monster in an imperial robe. The robe looked like a broken banner. The painting on it was not a real dragon, but a kind of large python with a candle. The fingers extending from the sleeves looked like Behind each of the blackened tree whiskers, the throne resembles black crystals and blades, blooming in the shape of scallops.

The most important thing is that this monstrous emperor’s robe has no head!

"Headless God?!" Ning Changjiu blurted out.

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "The legendary headless **** was decapitated, but judging from this mural, can it be said that the **** was born without a head?"

Ning Changjiu guessed: "Could we break into his kingdom by mistake?"

The Spiritual Path of the Sword Sutra: "Practitioners above the five realms have the opportunity to enter and leave the Kingdom of God. After all, the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the master **** who guards the world. Generally speaking, he will not be too restrictive about this matter... Lord, we will leave when the time comes."

Ning Changjiu said: "What if it is an evil god?"

There was a moment of silence around.

The idol on the mural seemed to grow eyes after he said this, staring at him through the dark gauze mist.

Ning Changjiu immediately looked away.

Another voice came from behind the mural.

Like a girl crying.

Ning Changjiu followed the sound to search for the past, and then at the top of the headless god, he saw a protruding stone trough. Connected to the back of the trough was a terrifying head like a Shura Yaksha. The groove looks like its tongue.

A row of words is engraved on the top of Yasha's head. This word is not an obscure ancient text. After reading it twice, Ning Changjiu recognized it: "Summon my soul with the blood of the other?"

Blood?

For a long time, Ning Chang thought of the scenes in the hourglass world where the soul went crazy after seeing the blood. Could it be that blood has a special role here?

He hesitated for a moment, cut his palm, clasped his fingers together, and the blood dripped down the stone trough.

After a while, the entire mural made a rumbling noise.

The stone trough retracted into the head, and then the whole head split from the middle, revealing a deep corridor, and there was faint water trembling in the corridor.

There is only one road in front of him, and there is no room for him to make any choices.

Ning Changjiu looked at the Purple Mansion by himself and found that the Golden Crow was still asleep, otherwise he could let it out to explore the way.

There were intermittent voices in front of him. Those words were very vague and he couldn't understand them, but in this environment, the presence of human voices was also a great psychological comfort.

Ning Changjiu walked over.

He stretched the iron branch in front of him, for fear that the stone path that opened between his head suddenly closed.

He walked through the stone path, and everything was intact.

After leaving, the stone path behind him also closed.

Ning Changjiu turned his head, only to discover that there was also an identical head on this side, with a long, tongue-like stone trough stretched out.

The stone trough is at the very center of Shimen.

The front part of it is the abyss glowing like water.

Ning Changjiu walked forward, and then felt his body float.

The sound of crying kept ringing in my ears, getting closer and closer.

At the end of the road is a curtain of silver-gray light.

On the opposite side of the light curtain, there is a vaguely moving shadow.

He pressed his hand against the light curtain, and then he moved over.

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(The next chapter has also been updated!)

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