Beyond the Divine States Chapter 193: : Renewal

Diejie City, before the smoke was lit.

The palace was crawling in the dark, and the square in front of it was empty. The city walls stood in all directions, and there were guards on them. Sometimes the torches burned quietly and sometimes moved back and forth.

Su Yanshu looked at such an imperial city, his red dress was blowing in the night breeze, and the phoenix bird on the skirt seemed to be asleep long ago.

"I don't like it here." She suddenly said, and said softly: "This is like a cage. Since I have been here, I have only sang, danced and drank every day, and smiled with the king. These days I am really tired. Shall we go well... the peach blossoms should only bloom in spring, not those who appreciate the flowers."

Behind her, the night seemed to make waves following her words.

"Do you want to go with me?" A voice sounded behind itself.

Ki Yuan walked out of the night holding the knife, walked behind her, and looked at her back.

Su Yanshu looked down on the tall building, and sighed like a torch on the wall: "You don't even have a sword, how can you take me away?"

Ki Yuan looked at the knife in his arms and lowered his head slightly.

A month ago, he fought the king and lost the sword to him.

These three months were the most depressing three months in his life.

For many nights, he felt that the darkness was like a fire, which kept burning his dignity and kept him awake at night.

He was supposed to be the hero of Broken Realm City, and now he should go to open the wilderness, plant the flag on the ice field, and then go farther, until he sees the real light. Today, the city gate opened, and he was not subject to any restrictions, but he did not choose to leave, he still stayed here, not leaving every step of the way.

What he keeps is also his dignity.

Ki Yuan said: "I will kill him."

Su Yanshu smiled helplessly: "You couldn't beat him three months ago, and it's the same now. You will die."

Ki Yuan looked into her eyes and asked seriously: "Do you really want me to take you away?"

"Of course I hope..." Su Yanshu's smile faded, her words light as feathers: "During these three months, do you think I am happy?"

Ki Yuan frowned, his expression unconcerned with pain: "I am not happy, even if you are right in front of my eyes, I can't be happy at all."

Su Yanshu averted his gaze, looked further away, and said, "Isn't it your long-time wish to take the people out of the city with you?"

"Not anymore." Kui Yuan shook his head and said: "I just want to take you out, we will never come back."

Su Yanshu asked: "But what if he comes after us?"

Ki Yuan said: "I will protect you."

Su Yanshu smiled miserably: "But you are not his opponent at all."

Ki Yuan was silent again, and the fireworks in his chest were set off like angry waves in the past three months.

Su Yanshu said: "You may not be able to kill him alone, but there is still me."

Ki Yuan said: "But you don't know how to practice."

Su Yanshu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "I know where the strongest martial arts secret in the entire Duanjie City is."

Kui Yuan's eyes lit up slightly: "What?"

Su Yanshu was walking in the attic, tapping his finger lightly on the railing, and recalled: "There is a book pavilion in the palace, and the book pavilion contains the secrets of the cultivation of all the royal clans in the city, and the secrets are not scattered originally. Yes, in fact, they can be combined into one book, and if that book is completed, you can gather the luck of the whole city and become the real number one in the world."

Ki Yuan remembered something.

Almost everyone in the royal family practiced different ways. There are eighty-one types, which are divided randomly.

The exercise method he practiced is called Jiuyou Jing, and there are only three people who practice the same exercise method as him.

The Nine Nether Scriptures are very powerful. People who practice this method can hide their breath well and kill people in the dark. But he always felt that there were problems with the beginning and the end of this exercise, which seemed to be inconsistent with the theme of the whole book. But he never thought deeply.

At this moment, Su Yanshu's words awakened him, and he suddenly realized that his Nine Nether Scriptures might be incomplete.

But the idea of ​​merging eighty-one Taoisms into one is too unbelievable, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"How did you know?" Kui Yuan couldn't help but ask.

Su Yanshu did not answer, just smiled faintly, and said: "Tonight is the best opportunity. As long as we get that Taoist law, we can leave together and cultivate a peerless magical technique. Then we don't have to be afraid. Anyone anymore."

Ki Yuan looked at her extremely beautiful in the dark night with a trace of alertness in his heart. He asked: "Why must it be tonight?"

Su Yanshu said: "Because it is not the king who is in charge of the royal city, but a woman named Si Ming. She is not in the city tonight... If we wait for her to come back, we might never be able to leave?"

"Si Ming?" Kui Yuan had never heard of it.

Su Yanshu said: "Believe it or not, these are the kings who accidentally said to me. He is so conceited that no one dares to betray him."

Kui Yuan was silent for a long time, and said: "But the king is near the book pavilion."

"Are you so afraid of him?"

"Don't be afraid...Do you really love me?"

"I don't love kings."

Now they are the only men fighting for her. They don't love the king, of course he loves him.

Ki Yuan fell into silence and didn't ask deeply.

"Everyone in the city knows that we are going to get married. Isn't that enough?" Su Yanshu smiled charmingly, and said: "Going far away and flying high, this is what we said. If you don't want to go, Give me the knife and I will go to the palace to see him."

Ki Yuan looked at the tears that crossed her cheeks, and couldn't bear to ask more.

"You wait for me to come back." He turned away with the knife in his arms, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Su Yanshu looked at his leaving back, her eyes indifferent again.

Kui Yuan finally failed to sneak into the book pavilion, and the sword and the sword collided in the palace.

Su Yanshu stood in the attic, looking far away.

At one point, all the lights in the palace were all lit up, as if a fire was burning.

Su Yanshu looked at the bright colors and gently sang the tune in the Yilou, with a long expression, then drifted away in the desolate wind.

She saw Kui Yuan again in the palace.

At that time, he was already a cold corpse.

The king was sitting on the throne. There was an obvious crack in the dragon robe. Blood leaked from the crack, dyeing the golden dragon into red scales.

Su Yanshu knelt on the ground of the king's hall, bowed his head, trembling, and his figure under the red dress looked like a willow.

"Your Majesty, when did he...when did he come?" Su Yanshu raised his gaze slightly, wanting to take a look at the king, but suddenly fell down, looking at his hands and shoulders clenched between the sleeves of his clothes. Close it narrowly.

The king looked at her and wanted to help her get up, but the pain in his chest calmed him down. He asked: "You don't know anything?"

Su Yanshu gently shook his head and said: "He...never said anything to the slave family."

The king continued to ask: "He didn't show any abnormality?"

Su Yanshu frowned and recalled: "Today he has been leaning at the door, looking out the window, and he doesn't know what he is thinking."

The king sighed: "It's mine. You shouldn't let him be your escort, which made us lose one of the strongest swordsmen in Broken World City."

Su Yanshu gently shook his head: "The slave family did not expect that he would dare to assassinate Your Majesty."

The king said: "It's just foolishness, I only used three swords to kill him."

Su Yanshu's voice tactfully said: "Your Majesty, what does a swordsman count? Your Majesty is the king of the city for generations to come."

The king squinted at her, and finally asked: "He really didn't tell you anything?"

Su Yanshu suddenly became nervous, she fell to her knees, her forehead lightly touched the ground, and then said: "I said something, but..."

The king understood what she meant. He held back the others, then stepped down from the throne, squatted down slightly, and supported Su Yanshu's shoulders to make her stand up.

Su Yanshu stood up, not daring to face the king.

The king said: "Now can I say it?"

Su Yan stood up, intentionally or unconsciously leaned forward and leaned forward, saying: "Here...the slave is afraid."

The king smiled and said: "Then I will take you to a more secret place."

Su Yanshu lowered his head, smiled shyly, and followed the king's footsteps.

In the palace of the palace, the lights are dim, and Su Yanshu, dressed in thin clothes, sits on the edge of the bed, and finally speaks: "Ki Yuan told me that he knows what the world’s strongest Taoism is. Where, the Nujia only regarded him as a joke, but he did not expect him to find it."

The king smiled and said with interest: "The strongest way? Let's listen."

Su Yanshu hesitated for a while, and laughed at himself: "His words are too far-fetched. He told the slave family that all the exercises in this city were originally a complete copy, but I don’t know why. The reason was split into eighty parts. He said that as long as the eighty-one mental methods were put together and completed, he could become the best in the world."

The smile on the king's face gradually faded: "Who told him?"

Su Yanshu was scared back slightly by his expression: "Where does the slave know?"

The king's expression is even colder, and he mutters to himself: "Is it a heavy year?"

"Congratulations?" Su Yanshu was taken aback: "Is it still in the city?"

The king shook his head and said: "This is also my heart knot."

Su Yanshu tentatively asked: "Could it be... what Kui Yuan said is true?"

The emperor looked at the beautiful woman's bright eyes, did not hide it, and said proudly: "That is what the Nine Heavens Goddess gave us back then. There are eighty-one books in total. That is a real fetish... so important. Natural things will not be placed in the book pavilion, heh, you can use your exquisite mind to guess where the divine scrolls are?"

Su Yanshu smiled weakly: "The slave family just asked casually, where can I guess it?"

The king laughed. He said, "Those scrolls are now hidden in the ghost prison. Eighty-one evil spirits... Why don't you kill them when we do? In a sense, they are also those scrolls. The patron saint, in order to get the cheats, you must kill all ghosts, but even this is still not enough, it must have the correct order."

Su Yanshu asked: "Is this Dao Fa that your Majesty cultivates?"

The emperor shook his head and said, "The goddess descended the heavenly book and the Chuwen stele was instructed to do so. Only the reincarnated gods can practice this kind of exercise. The last one who practiced this method without authorization... Miserable."

Su Yanshu listened quietly, always looking at the king.

The king looked at her eyes, and suddenly felt that her eyes were a little strange... The smile in those eyes was so calm, as if all the softness and weakness had been washed away by the stream. .

The emperor never thought that his words would cost him his life.

Something seems to be floating in the air, that kind of thing is grayish white, like misty fog.

The king was convinced that it was not a drug, and he would never be poisoned by something as low-level as a drug, and then he remembered that it was time...

He fixedly looked at Su Yanshu, as if frozen in the cold wave of time, unable to move at all.

This is a prison of time.

"You..." The king kept struggling, and his words stretched for a long time while slowing down countless times.

The law trapped him is the law, and the law is something above the Dao law. For example, in such a square world, even if it is as strong as night extermination and Si Ming, it can only survive within the law, even in the purple court. breakthrough.

So the king couldn't break free.

Su Yanshu knew what he wanted to know, and she did not stingy with her answer: "I am the one you have been looking for."

She admired the shock that erupted in the king's eyes, and then drew a sword from the palace weapon rack.

That was Kui Yuan's sword. She smiled apologetically at this sword, and then used it to cut off the king's head.

Wearing the crown of the emperor, he sits on a chair, blood dripping from the cracks, soaking his body.

This looks like the decapitated **** in the legend of the gods.

Su Yanshu turned and left, and the night wind swept the red dress, like a fire burning in the night.

This night, she came to the ghost prison alone, and used the hundred years of time gifted by Ye Chu to freeze and kill the monsters in the ghost prison silently one by one. She took eight of them. After the ten books of Taoism, he stopped at the door of the innermost prison.

She knows the details of the prison.

The big ghost known as the most vicious in the imperial city is held inside.

But she knew that it was not a real ghost, but the previous king. The king had practiced these eighty-one exercises forcibly, got into a madness, and was eventually eaten back and turned into such an ugly and crazy ghost. , And was imprisoned in the deepest part of the ghost prison by Si Ming.

But for some reason, the ghost prison is now empty, and the chains that were supposed to bind the monsters are hanging down, and the monsters in it are no longer visible.

Where did he go?

Su Yanshu's heart was slightly drunk, maintaining vigilance, and carefully looking around, for fear that a pair of sharp claws would suddenly stretch out in the dark.

But everything is still quiet.

She walked in, looking for a hiding place for the last cheat book.

But she found nothing.

One of the eighty-one Taoist cheats was missing.

She glanced across the thin spine of the book, looked at each name, and thought about something in her heart.

"Bei Ming Divine Sword!" Su Yanshu's pupils shrunk slightly, and suddenly remembered the royal girl Shao Xiaoli she knew. She once showed off to herself, and the name of the Taoism she practiced was Bei Ming Divine Sword.

No coincidence does not make a book. Among these 80 cheats, this is the only one missing.

"Shao Xiaoli..."

She whispered softly, knowing that everyone was out tonight, including Shao Xiaoli.

Tonight is also the best time to get started after many years of painstaking calculations.

Her time prison was also built for herself by Ye Di divided by the time she purchased. It is not her authority, so in fact she does not have the power to confront Si Ming.

She must leave before this morning.

She understands that this cheat book should have been taken away before the order, and she always focused on the dike.

Su Yanshu hesitated for a while, and finally left helplessly.

But before leaving, she still has a very important place to go.

Star Spirit Temple.

But Si Ming also has a **** for her.

Siming didn't take her black sword away before he left. And this black sword is psychic, like a gatekeeper dog, always hovering in front of the murals of the Star Spirit Hall.

Su Yanshu wanted to break through, but was blocked by this black sword, cut off a strand of hair hanging down from the temple, and a bright red blood stain was also wiped out on the forehead.

Su Yanshu touched his wound, frowned and sighed.

If there is no arrangement for night extermination, then she is just an ordinary ascetic, not very powerful.

Of course, this is also the reason why she can hide in the city for so many years without being discovered.

Many years ago, she was just a seven or eight-year-old girl. At that time, her brother went to the casino to gamble for a day and a night. Not only did she lose all his wealth, but he also gambled all the money from the family’s medical treatment for her parents. She couldn’t bear it. The mother died slowly in front of her, so she listened to a legend, and then went out of the city with the reclamation troops to find the legendary canyon where people's wishes can be fulfilled.

Finally, when she was exhausted, a huge black eagle caught her. Instead of becoming the food of the black eagle, she was sent to the legendary snow gorge.

She met the most perfect person she has ever seen in her life.

He didn't buy his time, instead he asked her if she would be his wife.

At that time, he was holding in his arms a young woman with white hair but a face. The woman was said to have been old overnight and then died.

Later she learned that it was the last year old.

At the time, he said that he wanted to change his life. She asked what she needed to pay, but he didn't ask for anything. She just said that when she was sixteen, she would come back here again and become his wife.

She didn't know, so, anyway, she agreed to everything.

After that, she returned to Duanjiecheng and found that her parents' illness had miraculously recovered. She wanted to tell them that it was her own credit, but no one cared about her, let alone believed her.

At the age of sixteen, her brother entered the casino, had his hand chopped off and his leg broken, and she was forced to sell it to Yilou to make money by her father.

That same year, she came out of the city again, met the black eagle, and went to the snow gorge. Ye Chu did not forget her, but softly welcomed her back. So in a daze, she became a new year old.

She worshipped the flag banner with Ye Chu. At that time, his godlike face was full of radiance and smile, and he promised to grow old with him.

Those memories are still as unreal as dreams even if I think of them now.

She and him have not seen each other for a long time.

Today, she finally finished what he explained, even if it wasn't perfect.

Shortly after, the king's body will be found in the palace. The whole city is shocked and then plunged into a huge panic. Before dawn, she had left the city to see her husband.

She has never been Su Yanshu, she is a heavy year old.

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When Si Ming returned to the King City, the city was heavily guarded, and the emperor's death could not be hidden. For example, the dandelion seeds that were blown away by the wind spread rapidly after dawn. Among them, there were also the Yilou oiran. Missing news.

"It turned out to be you..." Si Ming sighed softly, thinking of the beautiful woman holding the guqin.

She came to the ghost prison and saw everything in the deadly silence.

Is that his goal?

Si Ming knows this technique. The full name of this technique is "Sura Shenlu", and it will undergo earth-shaking changes when the eighty-one forms are united.

It's just that only the reincarnated gods can practice this technique, because the reincarnated gods have the body of Shura.

She doesn't know what Ye Shi wants this thing for.

She and Ye Chu are both gods. They have not experienced reincarnation and cannot practice this method at all, not to mention that he has suffered such injuries now...

She is quite confident in her sword. That sword can't be cured after three or five years. If it's not well recuperated, it may even be fatal...

Fatal!

Siming regained his senses abruptly, and an idea quickly popped up in his mind.

"Should it be..." Si Ming stood in the ghost prison, and with her anger, all the corpses began to decay sharply.

She had an absurd idea.

Ye Chuhui would like to use his own sword to end his life, then reincarnate in reincarnation, walk out of the chaos at the end, and become a real Shura!

But if this is the case, he will lose all his spiritual energy for a long time, and he will be as weak as a baby. How can he survive that time?

Si Ming thought of this, and he had the answer in his mind.

If Ye Chu is really new, he will look for Ning Changjiu to trade, seek protection, and hide in a hard-to-find place until he returns from practice.

And Chong Sui stole all the Taoism, and the only thing missing was what Shao Xiaoli had learned... Destiny also seemed to be a trick.

Unconsciously, she returned to the Star Spirit Temple.

She took the black sword guarding the door and stepped into the hall.

The water waves swayed the color of dark silver on both sides, and the rippling sound of water was like a girl's string in the midnight.

She walked into the water, and her white dress was beautifully illuminated by the red candlelight.

The thin flowing water washed her snowy ankles, and the reflection of the candlelight was gathering and scattered.

She reached the end of the road, stroked the hem of her skirt, and sat on the long slender dial, looking at the sundial that was broken like a half-moon.

She closed her eyes, her body tightened a little, and her calves swayed unconsciously. She thought about everything that happened last night, and felt that the situation she was supposed to win seemed to be fading away.

She couldn't help but recalled the dream. The image in the dream came to mind. Her red lips were pursed, and her body shuddered, her jade toes slightly buttoned, and a flush of flush flashed across her face.

Si Ming opened her eyes again after a long time. She cast aside the chaotic thoughts and returned to her godlike indifference.

She realized that if Ye Chu did this, it would be tantamount to her own death.

After recovering from her injury, Ning Changjiu is definitely not her opponent, and the so-called heavy age is certainly not worth mentioning.

She drew the black sword across her knees, looked at her face in the blade, and decided to take the initiative to cross the ice field to find the trace of their hiding.

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