Beyond the Divine States Chapter 179: : Si Ming

After being entangled by Shao Xiaoli for several hours, Ning Changjiu finally threatened her by running away from home. The girl stopped her begging and immediately said: "Boss, you can't go, I'm going... I'm going!"

After rushing Shao Xiaoli to sleep, Ning Changjiu's ears were not quiet.

The Spirit of the Sword Classics and Lord Blood Feather began to discuss what happened today.

"The one called Sanxiang, seems to have a very high status?"

"But he doesn't seem to be very good, even Uncle Ning can't beat him."

"What is Lian? Isn't our parents good for a long time?"

"Bah, your broken book, less disgusting people!"

"But to be honest, the people in this city don't seem to have a high level of cultivation. The Beiming Divine Sword sounds like a powerful sword technique, but I looked it up roughly and it was still a thousand years ago. It’s an old thing, but luckily escaped the catastrophe that has been passed down five hundred years ago."

"Aren't you also an old thing older than them?"

"Can I be the same as them? I am enduring, they are left behind for thousands of years!"

"Shut up!" Ning Changjiu couldn't help but speak.

Ning Changjiu recalled everything that happened today and what Shao Xiaoli said, with an outline constructed in his mind, and then said: "This place should avoid the disaster five hundred years ago. And all the exercises here. According to her, all things passed down by the goddess, what is the purpose of the goddess doing this?"

"Qiyun." The spirit of the sword script spoke the answer in Ning Changjiu's heart.

Ning Changjiu nodded: "She doesn't want this city to have complete luck. And those monks of the family's sect, because of the same energy, the path of cultivation complements each other. Sometimes, one person can even walk in the sky. Drives the entire peak realm to rise. But in this city, everyone cultivates their own ways..."

The spirit of the sword said: "This city is indeed weird, but it is considered good. At least I walked out of the desert. I originally thought there was something wicked under this abyss. Now it seems that there are people in the city. It’s a bit broken, at least I can feel more stable."

Ning Changjiu looked at the quaint chair under him, recalling the fight in the desert, and felt the same way. Every piece of sand there should have been transformed by the corpses who died there. Every time you step on it, you may walk through the life of a smashing Demon King.

At that time, Yuan seemed to be a place for cultivating Gu. After Shi Yuan was activated, the dead spirits recovered, and those who finally crawled out were eligible to see the sun again and become a royal weapon.

"Are we underground now?" Jun Xueyu asked.

"Maybe it is."

According to the basic idea, of course, under the abyss is the underground world.

"This is not my home court." Mr. Xueyu sighed old-fashioned.

Ning Changjiu said coldly: "Don't worry, I will change your place to live in two days."

Mr. Xueyu said in astonishment: "Your daughter-in-law said to kill a hundred evil spirits and then return the original body to me, you...you can't just believe it!"

The Spirit of Jianjing sneered: "Daughter-in-law? Didn't you unswervingly support Zhao Xianger?"

"This... the matter is urgently to the right." Jun Xueyu defended his face blushingly.

Ning Changjiu looked at the rotten sword on his waist and said: "Okay, I will take you out to find the evil spirit tonight."

Speaking, Ning Changjiu stood up and walked toward the dark night outside the door.

He also wanted to observe the city carefully and try to find some clues to the outside world.

But the people in Broken Realm City have spent seven or eight hundred years and have not found a way to the outside. This is undoubtedly a shadow in their hearts.

There are no stars in the sky, and the wind blows slowly in the dark night, the branches of the trees rustle across the courtyard, and the sound of footsteps seems to be faintly coming from farther away.

He opened the door and walked out of the small courtyard.

On both sides of the gate, red lanterns covered him with light. This lantern was a net-like shelf made of densely woven bamboo strips. The light was bright but without temperature, just as it was in Linhe City.

Along this road, red lanterns are hung on both sides, and this stone brick street looks like a stream passing through a sea of ​​red flowers.

According to Shao Xiaoli, there are more than 60 households here, all of whom are descended from the royal family.

Because the royal family will dilute their own blood every time they give birth, so unlike the common people in the city, the royal family's fertility needs to be more rigorous and more accurate.

The location of the palace of the king is more east, because in legend, that is where the real sun rises.

Ning Changjiu crossed the long street and walked out.

The entire Broken World City is divided into two sides. There is a special wall in the royal family area, and there is also a wall of almost equal height in the outer city. Because the monsters outside the city are getting more and more difficult to approach these years, so many defenses And the fortress was not repaired in time, and it looked a little broken.

There are not many patrols in the city, only a small team is walking in the city. It is late at night, the city gate is still ajar, and several carts carrying goods moved in. The carts are not cattle and horses, but heads. Beetle-like creatures, they are huge, with pale golden carapace and grow horns like longhorn beetles.

Ning Changjiu used the concealment technique, silently mixed into the crowd, avoided their exploration, and came to the outside of the city.

Only when I left the royal city, a slight coolness came over.

The residential buildings are closely connected, and the stone tiles on the ground are not polished smooth and moist like in the royal city, and you can clearly feel the unevenness when you walk.

In the city, there is a river running through the city, and those are all dark springs dug from the ground, and they are constantly flowing.

Ning Changjiu walked the street calmly.

"If I didn't know in advance, I can't believe this is the underground world." Jun Xueyu said with emotion: "This is very similar to the city specifications of many dynasties on earth."

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course it can't be a simple underground world. This may be a city in a certain kingdom of God, and it collapsed underground with the kingdom of God."

"The Kingdom of God?" Jun Xueyu asked puzzledly: "Isn't that something that the supreme **** master can possess?"

The spirit of the sword scripture laughed and said: "If you are a great **** and you have cultivated your cultivation to an incomparable realm, would you want to open up a world of your own and be free from the control of the Lord of the Kingdom of God?"

Mr. Xueyu, who yearns for freedom, immediately said: "Of course. It's just..."

"It’s just that the **** Lord who created this city now seems to be dead. The whole world is the territory of the Lord of the Kingdom of God. If you are the Lord God, you will watch your own territory be taken out of the middle, you Wouldn't you think of destroying it immediately?" Jun Xueyu said worriedly: "It is better to be a good bird that obeys the law."

Ning Changjiu's figure moved quickly in the night.

Lanterns are not widely hung in the common people’s city. It is almost completely dark. Only some people’s homes are still lit by a faint fire. On the roofs of many houses, there are a few boys who meditate and practice exercises, seeming to linger on heaven and earth. .

Ning Changjiu came to the outer end of the city wall. He looked up at the high wall. The wall seemed to have been broken many times. There were many traces of old mess left on it. People in straw cloaks walked around on it. Go, they had swords tied to their waists and crudely crafted firearms in their hands.

The majestic city wall separates the two worlds.

Ning Changjiu has the ability to control the sword, but he did not act rashly. After all, the outside world has not been understood, and the risk of late-night action is still greater.

"There seems to be nothing special about this broken city." Xueyu Jun said: "With the power of that headless god, if only such a city was created, it would really make people laugh."

Ning Changjiu said to himself: "But if the headless **** is the **** here, who is the goddess in Shao Xiaoli's mouth?"

The spirit of the sword said: "You are stronger than the people in this city. They can't go farther, but you can. Maybe when you go outside, everything will be solved."

Ning Changjiu said: "Participants should be a little afraid of my existence."

The spirit of the sword scripture believes: "In this city, there should be no one who has entered the realm of the purple court. You don't have to worry about it."

Ning Changjiu nodded, understanding what it meant.

In Duanjie City, it is not that there are no talented ascetics, but there is a lack of soil for cultivating the purple garden realm. There is a lack of spiritual energy here, and the entire city does not have complete luck. The most important thing is... the isolation from the world seems to be unable to attract sky thunder.

Is it the first to enter the Purple Court Realm, attracting the Heart Demon Tribulation and the Sky Thunder, or the Heart Demon Tribulation and the Sky Thunder come first, and only after the Tribulation can we count as the Purple Court. At the moment you were in the robbery, did you count as a purple court or a long life?

This has been controversial since ancient times.

If it is the latter, then no one in Broken Boundary City will ever be able to reach the Purple Court Realm, because there is truly broken Boundary here and there is no way to attract sky thunder.

The primordial swordsman sighed: "The flow of time in Time Yuan is different from here. We don't know how much time has been delayed. It may be a hundred years after we went out."

Mr Xueyu also became sad: "Do you think your Royal Highness will wait for our uncle Ning for a hundred years?"

The spirit of the sword said: "I don't know who your Royal Highness is, but Lu married married will definitely do it. Only a hundred years later, Lu married married must already have five ways. By then, if she has fallen into the abyss... alas." /

Ning Chang listened to their words for a long time, feeling worried, just thinking more to no avail.

He walked in the city for a while, and found that many strange-looking stone beasts were also placed at the door of many poor people's homes. Apart from this, there was nothing special.

Ning Changjiu turned and walked towards the city.

Soon, what they discussed earlier, the dream of invincibility in the world was shattered.

A white light flashed across Ning Changjiu's eyes as he passed an alley.

And before the white light appeared, before Ning Changjiu’s feet stepped into the alley, his Dao heart buzzed, and the alertness in his heart drove the movement in his hand. He immediately drew the broken sword and plunged into the darkness. Stabbed silently, the killing intent came first, and it became the tip of the broken sword, slashing toward the place where the danger came.

A crisp crowing sounded shortly in the night.

The sword that Ning Changjiu pierced through seemed to have encountered some obstruction. He couldn't go deep. He leaned forward with the sword in his hand, and patted forward with the palm of the other free hand. In that palm, there were five fingers. Constantly changing, including the sword technique of Tianzong and the true art of Taoism.

Slap!

The palms of the two collided in the air, and the time was just right, just like a coincidence.

The opponent's palm strength is truly solid, like a city wall that has stood for thousands of years, and Ning Changjiu's body was shaken back a step, and his spiritual consciousness was also broken by this palm, and his spirit With a slight blankness, he immediately pressed his eyebrows with his fingers to make up for the flaws left in his heart.

In this gap, the opponent's hand was chasing after him.

He didn't feel the sharpness of the blade, so he couldn't immediately detect the origin of the opposing move.

Ning Changjiu's Broken Sword was grabbed by the opponent. After the sharp aura was broken off, Broken Sword temporarily lost its support. Ning Changjiu, who was walking away with the sword, couldn't help leaning forward.

The adversary in the dark originally wanted to grab the blade with his bare hands, but suddenly he said.

At that moment, the killing intent of the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand also disappeared without a trace. It was no longer a sword, but an unintentional gust of wind, which made people unable to give birth to any dike.

The moves of the second half of the Heavenly Sword Sutra.

With a click, the red light resembled a handful of suddenly lit fire, illuminating the night in an instant.

The scream of Blood Feathers screamed, it flapped its wings and was forced to fly out of the broken sword, flapping its wings at the enemy that destroyed its habitat, and spraying out sword feathers and flames.

The sword light was blown away by an invisible wind as it approached the opponent.

Monarch Blood Feather called back, wanting to find something casually to survive his fragile spirit.

The path of Ning Changjiu's must-kill sword gave birth to a crack after the opponent stopped it. This crack is fatal. His path soon fell, his wrist trembled, and the iron filings on the rotten sword flew. Then it was exploded by the aura of both sides.

Ning Changjiu confirmed that the opponent is a master, a master many times stronger than the reference.

Could it be that the king came in person to eradicate himself?

But the strange thing is that there is no killing intent on the opponent's body.

These thoughts flashed by, but Ning Changjiu's sword moves were not slow, the sword fire ignited, and it illuminated the corner of the opponent's black robe, and strands of extremely thin silver hair fluttered in the darkness.

For some reason, every strand of silver hair seemed to slow down in the line of sight.

Next, Ning Changjiu found that the speed of his swords had also slowed down.

Time seems to be stretched deliberately.

But the other party's speed is as usual.

Ning Changjiu watched the opponent **** the sword from his hand. If he wanted to kill himself at this moment, it would be extremely easy.

Ning Changjiu didn't understand when the law of time in Yuan Zhong didn't interfere with him, but the prisoner painted by Zhou restricts his actions.

But the opponent did not choose to pierce the sword into his chest even after taking the lead.

In the opponent's black robe, an extremely white hand stretched out. That hand was extremely slender and beautiful. Each hand bone looked like exquisite art, which contrasted sharply with the decadent broken sword.

Ning Changjiu watched her holding the sword and pushed it.

The sword returned to its sheath.

The man's fingers softly fell to the edge of the black robe, twisting the edge of the robe that was slightly damaged by the sword fire, and she gently took off the black robe, revealing a face like a young girl. , That silver hair was draped softly, with a gleaming gleam.

The corners of her mouth curled up, her lips pursed, and a soft smile was drawn.

She drew the void lightly with pointing, and the long-term time cage that had trapped Ning was easily lifted.

Ning Changjiu stared at the silver-haired woman with a black robe in front of her.

The other party's eyes are transparent, glowing with a sapphire color, but more illusory and dreamy, and the halo flowing in the white of the eyes will remind people of the moon that does not exist in this world.

"Who are you?" Ning Changjiu looked into her eyes and pressed his hand on the iron branch around her waist.

The woman looked at him with a soft smile. All her movements seemed to be able to take a half-time slower, but they were still smooth and natural, like the wind.

The woman spreads out her other hand, and there is a prismatic white object in the delicate palm of Haobai, like a small ruler.

She spoke softly and said: "This is a token of the Star Spirit Palace. I am here by the order of the master. If the son has free time, he can use this thing to go to the Star Spirit Palace. The master wants to see you."

Ning Chang hesitated to accept the white, delicately polished stone tool.

"Who is your master? Why didn't you come by yourself?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The woman took care of her slightly messy robes, and said: "The owner has no name, but she wants to be called by her fate."

Ning Chang hesitated for a moment, still couldn't help asking: "How does your master's cultivation compare to you?"

The woman smiled elegantly: "How can Yinghuo compete with Haoyue for glory?"

After that, she lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her body, and then turned around. The dark robe melted into the night, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The killing intent between life and death resumed as usual, only on the two walls. There are still many sword marks remaining, which indicate the battles that have taken place here.

Mr. Xueyu is like a wet old hen, squatting on a lantern stand, with his wings crossed, his soul trembling in the dark. "Uncle Ning, help!" Jun Xueyu cried in mourning.

Ning Changjiu drew out the handle and cut it off, the immortal sword Minglan, which was already too short, said: "Just one moment."

Mr. Xueyu went back bitterly.

Ning Changjiu has lingering fears about everything that happened before. What is the reason for that mysterious woman's sudden appearance? Do you want to show your sincerity, or just want to give yourself a bit of prestige?

Ning Changjiu flipped the white strip of jade in his hand, wondering what it was.

He would never venture to the Star Spirit Temple until there was no way to break her space prison.

Ning Changjiu sighed, and said, "There are some outsiders. It seems that there are other masters in this city."

The Spirit of the Sword Classic said in a cold voice: "Zhou's law is far more brilliant and rarer than Yu. She can use this law to perfection. If a maid is like this, how powerful is her master?"

Ning Changjiu said: "In short, it is not something we can contend with today."

He looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling pity, thinking that if it wasn't Lu Jiajia's saber, maybe he would have thrown it a long time ago.

The spirit of the sword scripture is still pondering the previous shot of the woman, saying: "This city should be scattered with the authority of a certain god, or that the woman is not an ordinary royal person, but a direct descendant of the god!"

Ning Changjiu also has his own thoughts in his heart. He did not speak bluntly, but looked at Zi Ting with his spiritual knowledge.

The golden crow has roughly recondensed and formed, but it is still asleep. On its original pale feathers, the dark golden luster reappears little by little, but this process is slow, and I don't know when to wait until I wake up.

Ning Changjiu put away his thoughts and walked back to the city again.

Back in the yard, Ning Changjiu heard the jingle inside. He walked to the door and found that the originally neat room was in a mess, the chair was overturned, the curtain was torn up, and the fruit in the fruit plate was also It's rolling all over the floor.

In the room, Shao Xiaoli's extremely anxious voice came out.

"Boss, where have you been..."

"Oh, come out, don't scare me, if you leave, I will go to a ghost prison."

"Boss, are you hiding from me? Yesterday’s suggestion I don’t want. As long as you come out, I will promise you everything..."

"..."

The girl's anxious tears poured straight out.

Ning Changjiu walked to the door of the room and saw her lying on the ground, moving out of the box under the bed, and looking inside while wiping tears.

Ning Changjiu knocked on the door lightly.

Shao Xiaoli looked stern, turned back slowly, and saw the white clothes standing at the door. She was ecstatic, but her tired body seemed to drain her strength. After a while, she sat on the ground with her slender legs outside. The eights were separated, and the skirt was covering the fading. She looked at Ning Changjiu, and said: "Boss, where have you been, I can't find you even after rummaging through the cabinet..."

"..." Ning Changjiu originally saw her sleeping soundly, but he didn't expect her to wake up so soon. He calmly said: "My name is Ning Changjiu, Changshi Jiusheng Changjiu, I will call my name later."

Shao Xiaoli's hand wiping away tears paused, she rubbed her face, flattered, and said: "Okay, boss!"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Remember to clean up the house."

"Yes, boss!" The girl got up anxiously.

Ning Changjiu sighed, becoming more and more suspicious of the days when Zhao Xianger and Lu Jia were married.

He all wondered whether the slowing down of sword release today was dragged down by the three fools around him.

Ning Changjiu walked towards his room.

Shao Xiaoli suddenly raised his hand and volunteered: "Boss, I want to sleep with you!"

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was taken aback, secretly feeling the simplicity of the folk customs here.

Shao Xiaoli wrinkled her face full of tears, and said: "What if you disappear again..."

Ning Changjiu said: "I like to sleep alone."

Shao Xiaoli patted her face, thinking that she was quite handsome, she had no choice but to say with emotion: "The boss is really high-minded!"

Ning Changjiu said lightly: "It's okay."

"Yeah!"

The spirit of the sword scripture and the king of blood feathers said in the same way.

If the two women asked this question, it would have been completely opposite answers.

After Ning Chang returned to the room for a long time, Shao Xiaoli began to tidy up the house. She put the scattered things back to the original place in an orderly manner. After the house was cleaned up, she smiled contentedly, and then wrapped the bedding. Zi came to Ning Changjiu's door and fell asleep on the ground. His sleep was already shallow, so as long as the boss made any movement, he would wake up.

……

In the early morning, when Shao Xiaoli woke up, he found himself lying in bed again.

"This..."

Shao Xiaoli squeezed the quilt, thought of something, immediately swished up, grabbed a mass of things, then jumped out of the bed, ran out of the house quickly, and searched with keen eyes until he saw sitting in the yard. The young man here let go of his heartstrings.

She walked quietly behind Ning Changjiu, beat him on the shoulders lightly, and said ashamed: "Boss, I remembered that I slept on the ground yesterday, did you put me..."

"You went back sleepwalking on your own." Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, and he stopped back with a non-salty or short sentence.

"Oh..." Shao Xiaoli replied weakly, and then his eyes lit up again, saying: "Boss, you are the **** of Shiyuan, you are not familiar with the land, I am the native of the royal family of Broken World City, I Take you around the city! There are many spirits like you here, but don’t worry, they are not as good-looking as you. And...something big is going to happen in the city these days, but it’s bustling."

"A big event?" Ning Changjiu vaguely felt that it was related to the assassination last night.

Shao Xiaoli smiled mysteriously. While wearing the dress and shoes and socks she brought when she ran out of the room in a hurry, she said: "You'll know when I take you to see it!"

Ning Changjiu didn't open his eyes until Shao Xiaoli got dressed.

He also wanted to know more about this city, so he didn't refuse.

In the end, Shao Xiaoli took him outside a luxuriously decorated high-rise building in the royal city, and said: "This is an art building. According to ancient books, it seems to be, um...Jianglou Chu Pavilion? Anyway, it is more beautiful than the palace. , There are many good-looking sisters in it."

Ning Changjiu thought that there must be a brothel in a city, he said helplessly: "Is this the big thing you said?"

Shao Xiaoli saw that his expression was not very friendly, immediately shook his head, and went straight to the subject: "No! There is a peerless beauty in this art building, named Su Yanshu, a swordsman from Xingyuan in the royal family, who recently threatened, Not only to redeem her, but also to marry her."

Ning Changjiu didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, but he felt more and more that there was nothing new under the sun. This city must have existed in the world for some time in the past.

Shao Xiaoli took him to the art building.

This is what Ning Xiaoling wanted to do but never did.

Today, it happened that Ning Changjiu had the honor to see this woman who was blown into the sky by Shao Xiaoli. She was sitting weakly behind the bead curtain holding a thin red lacquer piano. Her picturesque face was well-makeup and decals. , Her shoulders narrowed slightly, seemingly afraid of life, giving people a desire to take pity and protection.

Ning Changjiu's eyes looked flat from beginning to end. Like a delicate vase from an official kiln.

He doesn't know her origin, but he is sure that she is not the number one beauty in Duanjiecheng.

The most beautiful woman in Duanjiecheng, he may have seen it last night.

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(There is a missing card text, I will add more information when I clarify my thoughts)