Beyond the Divine States Chapter 182: : Night Exclusion

In the depths of the darkness, the syllables from the evil spirit’s mouth still echoed in the ears, shaking the eardrums.

It was a complicated syllable, obscure and awkward, like a hidden secret.

Ning hadn't heard that language for a long time, but after the other party spoke, he knew subconsciously that that syllable meant "Sura".

Shura is an ancient term.

After being reincarnated, the indifferent and ruthless gods reincarnate as human beings, possessing the body and godhead of a god, but with the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and the fetters of good and evil, so that they can drag their bodies and cultivate to the apex of Taoism, which is called Shura.

Previously, after Ning Chang entered the ghost prison for a long time, he wanted to protect his body with the sword realm and stick to it for an hour, but he felt the call from the depths of the ghost prison.

There seemed to be a voice calling him.

He broke through the barriers and went to the depths.

The monsters on the second floor stared at him all the time, without saying a word.

This scene seems to be a courtier who has been called to meet the emperor. Walking along the road, the civil and military officials of the two schools are silent.

Ning Chang remembered the appearance of the monster in the depths of the cage for a long time.

The evil spirit cannot be described in words, as if it is just silt wrapped in chains, with bubbles and tentacles constantly shrinking and squirming, like a ghost hidden in the depths of the sea.

After it drank the syllable, Ning Changjiu understood it, then turned and left.

Then he returned to the first floor and started killing.

Everything is so ghostly, as if he has been caught in an evil spirit, he didn't gradually come back to his senses until he killed the last monster.

Ning Chang recalled everything that happened before, not knowing what it meant, just faintly afraid.

He took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions that surged in his heart.

Behind him, Shao Xiaoli looked at the spotless back, recalling the previous scene, her heart palpitated, she looked at his figure going home, like a ghost clothing fluttering in the fire of **** industry.

Shao Xiaoli gritted his teeth and followed.

"Are you afraid of me?" Ning Changjiu suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl standing on the stone path also paused, and said with a smile: "Where is it, I have always admired the boss!"

Ning Changjiu smiled indifferently and said: "Come in."

Shao Xiaoli screamed, and tiptoedly followed in.

Ning Changjiu sat on the chair and put the dark sword aside, Shao Xiaoli walked quickly behind him as usual, and stretched out a small hand to tap and rub his shoulder.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, a little bit to relieve the exhaustion on his face.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his side face, and suddenly had the urge to stretch out his hand to pinch.

Of course, she didn't dare.

It's just that her heartstrings have loosened a lot, thinking that the boss kills all evil spirits. Why should I be afraid of being so cute? Besides, how can a handsome boy like the boss be a bad guy...

Shura...well, Shura must be a word of praise.

She thought about it, and then she remembered her rudeness during the assessment today, and her heart became a little more tense. Together with the movements on her hands, she also became more eager, grasping the strength to please him.

And Ning Changjiu is talking with the spirit of the sword scripture at this moment.

"In the previous ghost prison, what kind of state am I?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The spirit of the sword scripture also lost the playful look of the past, it was wrapped in long hair, and his slightly immature face was exposed in the gray hair.

He stared at Ning Changjiu in a sea of ​​anger, his voice was like a chill: "Someone wants to pollute you."

Ning Changjiu hummed and said: "No one can pollute me."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra was noncommittal and continued: "It did fail, but you were crazy at the time."

Ning Changjiu said: "I can't remember, I know I killed all the monsters on the first level, but I can't remember anything, it's like a dream."

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "It may also be a curse."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "Curse?"

The spirit of the sword scripture nodded: "Yes, his syllable may be a spell."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Did you see its appearance clearly?"

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "I see it, but I can't see clearly. That kind of creature, like the evil creature in the ancient times, may be the same type as the heavy age written in the ancient book, but I don’t know that it is so powerful. How was his life captured by Duanjiecheng."

"Two uncles, what are you talking about." The Blood Feather Lord in the sword was confused.

Ning Changjiu killed these monsters, using that black sword, and wanted to try its sharpness. But Mr. Xueyu was always trapped in Broken Sword, unable to see or know what happened.

Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered something and asked: "What did you say to you before that old man with red tail died?"

Mr. Xueyu shook his head and sighed: "That old fox will take care of me as a little one, alas, it was the pinnacle of the five realms before, pointing directly to the true big monster of the legendary three realms, if he could be my master, Where else can I go in this Nanzhou......"

Mr Xueyu was talking, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he immediately changed his words: "Fortunately, your Royal Highness has a better skill. It is the calculation of heaven and man. Kill the old fox and do harm to the people!"

The spirit of the sword script on the side listened and sneered: "Are you a monster above the five realms again? Oh, what a realm above the five realms. It is difficult for an ordinary cultivator of the purple court realm to encounter in his lifetime. It is worthy of you. Ah, the monsters on this road seem to be embarrassed to deal with you if they haven't been to Wudao."

Ning Changjiu ignored its cynicism. He said: "I'm going to the ghost prison again."

"Are you crazy?" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture suppressed a smile, and immediately yelled, his life is still tied to him, how can he watch him take risks for no reason?

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course not now, when Jinwu wakes up, no one can pollute me."

The spirit of the sword script frowned and said: "What is the origin of that golden crow?"

Ning Changjiu was also unclear, so he didn't answer, just sighed and read the word Shura again.

"Xura..." The spirit of the sword script felt that he had heard it, as if he had a memory of these two words in the memory of his first birth.

"It doesn't sound like a good word!" Xue Yujun said the opposite conclusion to Shao Xiaoli.

Ning Changjiu folded his hands on his lower abdomen, keeping his eyes closed.

He knows more about the word Shura.

In his memory, there is a cloud of unobservable, even if it is his past appearance, he can't think of it. Only by seeing it again can he piece together the little Taoist temple.

And Shura...

When she was in the imperial city, Lu Jiama introduced them to the knowledge of cultivation. At that time, she said five things.

Humanity, heaven, demon, ghost, hell.

At that time, Ning Changjiu vaguely remembered that when he was unobservable, his senior brother had told him that there were six ways above the Zi Ting.

He can't remember what the sixth way is.

Now the sixth puzzle piece is finally put together.

Shura Road.

This Dao was also usually called the Demon Dao in the past, but it is different from the demon that kills people like hemp in the traditional sense, but a divine Dao opened up in the gap between humans and gods.

Sura...

Like today, is it possible that Shura is no longer able to enter the Tao?

It was obviously the same twelve years ago. What was it going through to cut off an original road to heaven?

And the ghost in the depths of the ghost prison confuses himself, does it really just want to tell himself the word Shura?

What does this have to do with me?

He thought of the broken arms and the sticky gory blood all over the floor in the ghost prison, and his body stiffened.

"Boss, what's the matter? Did I pinch it uncomfortably? My mother taught me this craft. If the boss is to blame, I'll blame my dead ghost mother..." Shao Xiaoli defended herself.

The girl's words calmed him slightly.

When are people most likely to become demons?

Without their eyes, the people betrayed their relatives, the Taoist law is bottlenecked, and the years of life are about to end...

The life and death that cannot be escaped in the world, joys, sorrows and anger, they are pressed deep in the soul when they cultivate immortality, at the end of the indifferent immortal Dao, when the "immortal" is no longer so perfect in the Dao heart, it is ignited by the seven emotions and six desires. , Born raging.

So the vicious opposite of the immortal broke through the shackles and turned into the power of a demon.

Magic is indifferent and ruthless in another sense.

They are arrogant, ignoring the human ethics and laws of the world, and they are all alone. They only want a real world and great freedom of the body and spirit, and the universe is unconstrained, for which they are willing to give everything.

This is another possibility for immortals.

But this is not what Ning Changjiu likes.

He was just a little frightened suddenly. If Junior Sister, Lu Jiajia, Zhao Xianger, or all the people related to him in the past are not around, over time, will he lose his **** and gradually enter that song? How about the road to the netherworld?

He doesn't know.

"Your heart is upset," said the spirit of the sword scripture.

"You must be missing your Royal Highness again." Mr. Xueyu analyzed indiscriminately.

Ning Chang ignored them for a long time. He opened his eyes, looked at the girl behind him, and suddenly smiled.

Shao Xiaoli shrank in fright at the boss's abnormal behavior. Such a terrible thing happened just now, so his obviously gentle smile looked very crippled.

"Old...what happened to the boss?" Shao Xiaoli was panicked.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Don't you want to be the Red Lotus Lady? What are you still doing?"

"Oh!" Shao Xiaoli suddenly woke up, and immediately thought of her previous promise, but that was what she was talking about...what could Honglian and Jade Girl have to do? But in front of the boss, how could she show her timidity, she immediately said: "I will prepare to eat, treat the boss well!"

Ning Changjiu didn't have much hope.

Sure enough, when Shao Xiaoli served the three dishes last, Ning Changjiu was left with a wry smile.

"This is the Red Lotus Girl?" On the plate in front of Ning Changjiu, the tomatoes were sliced ​​like a lotus, and a few slices of mussel meat were sprinkled on it.

Shao Xiaoli also has a dim sum, and immediately said: "If the boss is not satisfied, it doesn't matter. Here are two of your favorite dishes."

Ning Changjiu looked away to one side.

There are indeed two stacks of vegetables next to it, one stack of stewed eggs with green onions wrapped around the greens, and one stack of pancakes with mangosteen.

"This is..." Ning Changjiu looked at the first dish and asked: "Dinghai Shenzhen entangling Qinglong?"

Shao Xiaoli's eyes lit up, thinking that he is just the boss who has cooked for three days, and the boss is so close to him.

She nodded her head, quite satisfied with her specialty.

"Then this is...lao...laoshan?" Ning Changjiu looked at another dish, lost in thought.

Shao Xiaoli confidently said: "This is an iceberg flying fox!"

"What do you say?" Ning Changjiu asked without shame.

"The pancake cake, the mangosteen mountain. The iceberg..."

"Isn't it still the first word last time?"

"Cooking is like practicing sword, learn to be flexible."

"Oh...the flying fox?"

Shao Xiaoli squeezed up his chopsticks and raised some fringes of the cake, his cheeks were flushed as if he was lifting his own skirt, only the side of the cake was...fried...mattered.

"Oh..." Ning Changjiu suddenly realized, sneered and praised: "You are really a genius."

Shao Xiaoli smiled embarrassedly, and said: "When it's cold, many places outside the city will eat for a long time. At that time, the whole city can be full, and I'll cook it for you when it's cold!"

Ning Chang didn't refuse her kindness for a long time, so he hummed softly. .

He simply ate the meal, and asked casually: "Do you have any disease that came out of your mother's womb?"

"No, it seems that I was born with good points..." Shao Xiaoli said without hesitation.

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "Then why do you think your clothes want to kill you?"

Shao Xiaoli crossed his arms and rubbed his shoulders, a little embarrassed: "Where do I know?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Since childhood?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "This is not the case, after the last time the snow-capped mountains came back... Don't worry, there is nothing serious."

Ning Chang didn't ask for a long time.

In the next few days there was a rare peace in the city. After the assessment was over, Sanxiang also did not look for them in the future, and Ning Changjiu also deliberately searched for the location of the Star Spirit Temple, but he did not look for the location of the Star Spirit Temple. Go to a main hall named Star Spirit Hall.

Shao Xiaoli has been learning swords with Ning Changjiu these days, hoping to improve his Beiming Sword.

"Boss, what's the name of your magic sword?" One day, Shao Xiaoli pointed to the branch around his waist and asked seriously.

Shao Xiaoli will never forget his outstanding appearance when he broke the large array with a branch. Although this branch looks ordinary, it is regarded as a divine tool in her heart.

Ning Changjiu looked at the branch that was filled with the power of time, and felt that it should have a name.

The Spirit of the Sword Classic and the Blood Feather King also participated in this naming convention.

In the end, Shao Xiaoli's "Bei Ming" overwhelmed the "Yuezhi" of the spirit of the sword scripture and the "sacred stick" of Xueyujun, and was chosen by Ning Changjiu as its name.

Shao Xiaoli admired the boss's insight and talent. If she knew that she had defeated two little demons inadvertently, she would have been even more excited.

Ning Changjiu is also very familiar with her recipes. Basically, when Shao Xiaoli said her exaggerated dish name, Ning Changjiu could think of the appearance of the pot.

Unconsciously, it was another three days.

It was only a day away from Xingyuan's departure from the city and the opening of the wild.

On this day, Shao Xiaoli tossed over and over again, so excited that she couldn't sleep, she went off the stage wrapped in a quilt, walked barefoot to Ning Changjiu's door, and knocked on his door.

"Something?" Ning Changjiu asked, looking at the little girl standing at the door.

"Boss, you must cover me tomorrow." Shao Xiaoli exhorted.

Ning Changjiu said: "If you don't sleep well, I will throw you on the ice sheet tomorrow."

Shao Xiaoli got along with him for a few days, and she became courageous. She stubbornly said, "Boss, I'm afraid of the cold..."

Ning Changjiu thought that he really couldn't be soft-hearted, this little girl dared to be so hard-hearted.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his helpless face and continued: "Boss, when it's time to go out of town, will you be leaving?"

Ning Chang did not hide her for a long time, and nodded.

Shao Xiaoli said: "Take me with you."

Ning Changjiu couldn't answer.

Shao Xiaoli was depressed. She gathered her big quilt and wrapped her body in it. She looked a little bloated.

Shao Xiaoli asked: "Boss, did you have a wife in your last life?"

Ning Changjiu said: "No."

Shao Xiaoli looked at him shyly: "It's a coincidence, I didn't..."

Ning Changjiu said coldly: "If you say more, you can go and get the whip and washboard."

Shao Xiaoli was not scared at all, but happily said: "The boss is finally going to attack me..."

"..." Ning Changjiu was speechless.

After finally tricking Shao Xiaoli into going to bed, Ning Changjiu hit her eyebrows and put him to sleep. Then, as always, he walked out at night. He first walked around the imperial city to observe if there were any abnormalities, and then went to the library alone.

Two days ago, he searched the library for records about ghost prisons, but he was puzzled.

Today he sneaked in again, hoping to find some clues he had missed.

He is already familiar with the layout of the library.

Ning Changjiu quickly found the records of the monsters in the ghost prison. All the known contents of the various monsters above were clearly listed. Even the most common monsters have hundreds of pages of records and analysis.

Ning Changjiu turned it over locally.

It's just that these files were broken on the second floor of the ghost prison, and there was no volume about the third floor.

In the darkness, Ning Changjiu's sword eyes shimmered, and the sound of turning a book lingered between his fingers, and then at a certain moment, it seemed to be a spider thread burned by flames, and it suddenly disappeared.

Ning Changjiu raised his brow slightly.

In his Dao's heart, there was a sudden tremor, and that tremor made him suddenly turn around and stabbed him with a sword without mercy.

Sword encountered something, and then was blocked and stagnated.

Boom!

The sword fire lit up instantly, and the long-term mirror-like sword eyes of Ning were red, and it also illuminated the dark shadow that suddenly appeared behind him.

Ning Changjiu's pupils contracted suddenly.

At the moment when the danger came, he thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect to see it again.

It was a very dark figure, almost the same color as the thick night.

It is ugly, sticky, without facial features and limbs.

It's the evil spirit imprisoned in the deepest part of the ghost prison.

For some reason, it escaped the shackles of the ghost prison, came to the library, and appeared behind itself.

Ning Changjiu couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel his heart and throat being stared at sharply, as if the other party's eyes could turn into a sharp sword to pierce him through with a sharp gaze.

But none of this happened.

There was a light of silence in the calm darkness.

It was a golden fire.

At the moment when Li Gui appeared, the Golden Crow in his body was like a dog taking a nap, and suddenly heard the sound of beating the rice bowl.

Jin Crow opened his eyes and let out a long-lost cry, so all the darkness and filth in the world could not get close to him.

The golden flame does not have any temperature, but it illuminates the library brightly.

The ghost is not as strong as he thought. He seems to have lost a lot of power in the long years of being entangled in iron chains. At this moment, he is just an ugly poor insect, quickly dissipating in the light of the golden crow.

Ning Changjiu saw his eyes after the silt-like filth dissipated outside.

It is a pair of human eyes. I don't know if it is out of fear. His eyes are very white, but only a small part of his pupils.

That pair of eyes stared at Ning Changjiu through the golden crow's light, and kept repeating: "Sura, Shura, Shura..."

"Sura?" Ning Changjiu wanted to ask him, but the other party kept repeating this syllable forever, unable to communicate at all.

"Asura Asura Asura..."

His speech was getting faster and faster, and the human form wrapped in the mud was so haggard, but Ning Changjiu discovered that he was still wearing an imperial robe that was corroded indistinctly.

Boom!

The light exploded beside them.

Ning Changjiu until he completely dissipated and melted into the darkness, he still hadn't reacted to what was happening before him. He once thought that he might have a life-and-death battle with him in the future, but he didn't expect this. The head ghost died directly under the natural pressure of the Golden Crow.

The golden crow fell on his shoulders.

Ning Changjiu knew that this place shouldn't stay for a long time, and quickly left Shuge. When he left, he spread the net of spiritual consciousness, but he didn't observe the abnormality around him.

After he left, a figure appeared in the library.

She wears a black hood, her head is full of silver hair, and a nostalgic smile evokes her lips.

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After returning home, he dismantled Minglan and threw it in his room, then ignoring Monarch Xueyu's request, came to Shao Xiaoli's house.

The Golden Crow has awakened, and Shao Xiaoli's physical problems can naturally be solved.

He let the Golden Crow separate part of the light and suppressed the spirit of the sword scripture. While the spirit of the sword scripture cursed Ning Changjiu for eating alone, he retreated griefly to the depths of the sea of ​​qi.

Ning Changjiu took off Shao Xiaoli's quilt and peeled her body from the quilt.

Ning Changjiu called out the Golden Crow.

Golden Crow seems to have encountered something more delicious than the dark, and it melts directly into Shao Xiaoli's back, feasting on those chills.

"Uh-huh..." In his sleep, Shao Xiaoli groaned in a low voice, his soft upper and lower lips seemingly separated.

She looks so delicate when she is not talking, like a fragile grass.

The room seemed to be lit by a lamp, and this lamp was placed in the middle of them, illuminating the teenagers and girls in the dark.

Half an hour later, Ning Changjiu wrapped her in the quilt again.

Ning Changjiu’s lips are covered with a thin layer of cream, which looks like a zombie.

He touched his chilly lips, then took the Golden Crow back, intending to leave.

"Boss..."

Behind him, a girl's voice suddenly sounded.

She woke up early.

The girl seemed to have a terrible dream. She stretched out her hand and held it forward, looking very helpless.

He wanted to leave directly, but finally stopped, squeezed her hand, and gave her cold body a touch of temperature.

"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli opened her eyes and looked at him. She didn't ask why Ning Changjiu appeared in her room. She just repeated: "I just had a terrible dream."

Ning Chang sat down for a long time and asked patiently, "What did you dream of?"

"I dreamed that there was a big fireball in the sky... That fireball is so red and big, it keeps burning, if one day it falls, it will definitely burn the whole world... "Shao Xiaoli said worriedly, his eyes full of fear.

Ning Changjiu said with relief: "That's not a fireball, that's the sun."

"The sun?" Shao Xiaoli thinks where he has heard this term.

"Yes, the sun. In the outside world, the sun illuminates the whole world. It rises from the east to the west, and it will never fall to the ground, eternally like this." Ning Changjiu explained.

"The outside world..." Shao Xiaoli looked in a trance.

"Well, I will take you out to have a look in the future." Ning Changjiu suddenly promised.

"Those who can't get out, those who can't get out..." Shao Xiaoli suddenly curled up, and the quilt was wrapped tighter. She hid inside, holding herself shivering.

Ning Changjiu didn't know what was wrong with her, touched her forehead, and said: "Are you cold?"

Shao Xiaoli shook his head vigorously: "I'm not cold...I...I'm going to die. Boss, I'm going to die."

Ning Changjiu has always been more patient with little girls, and said: "I will treat you, and you will not die."

Shao Xiaoli closed his eyes suddenly, and the moment he closed his eyes, tears squeezed out: "I won't live long...I...I sold my time..."

"What?"

"I remember, I sold my time to someone...he bought my time..." Shao Xiaoli said incoherently.

Ning Changjiu's face became more solemn.

The little girl wiped her tears with the quilt. Her words were messy but serious: "There are many people in this city who have sold time to him... I only met the boss after selling it for many, many years. Yours, you are not allowed to leave me..."

Ning Changjiu tapped her eyebrows with a finger to stabilize her confused thoughts, and then softly said: "Who did you sell time to?"

"The monsters in the snow valley... There is a canyon outside the city, and there are big monsters inside... Boss, you must not go, you will be deceived."

Snow Valley...

Ning Chang remembered the record in the Forbidden Land scroll for a long time.

"Ye Chuan." Ning Changjiu gently called out his name.

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Deep gorge, heavy snow, steep cliffs, strange rocks.

A man walked out slowly from the entrance of the cave. He was handsome and handsome, with ancient writings inscribed in his pupils. Each writing was like stars flowing, glowing with the brilliance of divinity.

He looked at the raging snow in this deep gorge, and picked out a flag like an open business.

On the banner is written a poem that has been passed down from unknown time:

"The one-year-old is broken in the sound."

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