Beyond the Divine States Chapter 197: : Judgment Day

Si Ming stood on a high platform, under the silver hair of the ink robe, the endless land and city lifted her high, and the night within her reach melted into her cold pupils. When she looked down at Broken Realm City, she seemed to want to The entire Xiongcheng was swallowed.

Si Ming's words are still ringing slowly.

In her clear mirror-like heart, a very faint shadow suddenly flashed, like a mosquito flying across the water, fleeting.

She immediately turned on her authority and turned her time back.

Before the time went back to the few breaths, she stared at the mirror-like heart lake, but saw nothing.

The night breeze rushing towards her face filled her robes with a chill, making her body colder.

"Is it wrong..." She thought silently, what will happen after today is too significant for her, and she is unwilling to let go of any clues that may become interference.

She slowly glanced across the crowd, but in the end she found nothing.

Yes, I must be too suspicious. Ye Chai and the **** boy are still doing head-shrinking turtles outside the ice sheet at this moment. How can they have the guts to come?

She withdrew her gaze, Dao Xin was like water again.

At the end of the crowd, the shadow of the black feather in the black robe seemed to be burnt clean water marks, disappearing silently, not knowing where to go, when he disappeared, he was hidden in the black robe Looking at Si Ming indifferently, he spoke two syllables in obscure and incomprehensible words:

"Guilty."

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This is the most important day in Duanjiecheng, and the Temple of Gods has opened its doors to all royal families.

Before Shiyuan, Si Ming set up ten copper lamps with extremely long poles. The flames of the lamps were not orange-red, but like burning crystals, glowing with blue flames, just like Shiyuan's previous candles. Devout waiter.

This is the lamp array set up by the commander. Those flames burned not by candle oil, but by the gray, substantive time.

Si Ming can use this copper lamp as a puppet and temporarily lend his authority to them, so that his laws can spread to more people and domains.

She stood in front of Shi Yuan, with her back facing everyone, the door of Shi Yuan was already open, and the sunken plane fell in front of her eyes. Her figure in front of Shi Yuan’s gate seemed so small, but she robbed all eyes. The silk strands of silver hair and the black robe dyed with ink are as beautiful as a mythical depiction.

The disciples of the royal family gathered enthusiastically at the door, not to mention that it was a man, even if many girls saw her, they couldn't take their eyes back for a long time.

"Let's start." Si Ming's sleeves moved without wind, and she stepped aside and stood beside the ten copper lamps, the sparkling flames of the same color as her eyes.

This is where the royal family’s calling of spirits begins.

The ten people who came first stood nervously at the entrance of Shiyuan, and their rituals were all simplified. After a brief singing, they directly drank blood and injected them into Shiyuan.

Shi Yuan moved constantly, and seemed to have never encountered such a thing before, and even the whole hall began to shake. The people who were originally excited immediately panicked. Fortunately, Si Ming stood like a needle of Dinghai in the hall. At the beginning of the shaking, she stretched out her palm, pressed it down gently, and everything returned to calm.

On Shi Yuan's light curtain, ripples formed patterns, swaying in circles.

A translucent spirit emerges from it, or flies or climbs, or leaps and leaps, and then it is shaped into the complete appearance of life. They are stained with divinity and are fierce, hoarse grinning, and their eyes are not Stopped and swept across the Quartet.

Just as the participants wanted to move and erase their fierceness, so that these royal descendants could conquer them one by one, Si Ming frowned and stretched out his fingers to face the void.

More than ten candlelights are bright.

Go back in time.

Back to before Zhaoling.

The blood was thrown back into Time Abyss.

The gods crawled out one by one.

Looking at the ten brand-new gods who had crawled out again, his expression relaxed a little, and he nodded.

No one in the room noticed the trace of time going backwards, and the same is true for the participation.

She is now stronger than she was during the Snow Gorge World War.

Participate in the grand formation to erase the ferocity of the gods, but these royal monks can suppress them one by one.

After the first batch is over, there is the second batch of people.

Siming stood still and watched silently. If the ten gods are too weak, she will activate authority, turn back time, and re-select, and sometimes one of the ten people summons a powerful spirit. The rest were crooked melons and split dates, so she condensed that person's time, let the rest of the people come again, and so on, until satisfied.

Shiyuan’s light curtain keeps shining, it is like a huge queen ant, which keeps giving birth to one creature after another, and in Timeyuan, the world of hourglass is repeatedly turned upside down at high speed. , The original timing has been out of order. In the remaining head of the **** master, countless spiritual lines rushed like an electric current, as if to turn the dead **** master into a dead lunatic.

It's just that she doesn't care even if Shi Yuan is turned upside down.

She never thought about resurrecting Lord God.

In the past, even under one person, she was still a **** servant. She believed that she was not servile, so she was unwilling to resurrect the so-called master. Her authority was not destiny, but she believed that the so-called destiny had already chosen Gave it to myself.

She will be her own god.

Si Ming stared faintly at the abyss, her face full of cold arrogance, she recalled the time in the high temple seven hundred years ago, the stars were born and died in the palms, all souls survived and died in a thought, the ancient seals of the sacred scriptures The particles floated out and turned into ribbons around the body. The complete corona majesticly lay across the front of the temple, recording the most accurate time in the world.

It's just that everything is gone.

Siming stared at Shi Yuan, did she point fingers, reverse time, tamper with the gods, and the number of times she could go backwards was also limited. Sometimes even at the limit, Shi Yuan could not get out of a decent god. This It will also make her calm Dao Xin give birth to a trace of anger.

Is my luck so bad?

Um... it must be Shiyuan's problem.

Finally, from early morning to dusk, all the royal families have finally summoned their spirits. It's just that the gods summoned in it are obviously getting weaker and weaker.

This Si Ming also comforted everyone. She said that she has a set of techniques for cultivating summoning spirits. By then, as long as she is cultivated, no matter how weak the spirit is, she can finally cultivate to be extremely powerful, comparable to true gods.

The people of the royal family were in awe of the goddess, who was born in response to the fate of the gods, and believed in her words, and they were grateful for her.

Si Ming sent everyone away, and the Temple of Gods returned to loneliness. She stood quietly in the center of the hall, and her quiet face couldn't hide her tiredness.

She walked slowly out of the hall.

At this moment, the gate of the palace was only opened by a single line, just enough to accommodate her slender and tall figure.

This royal city is already a wheat field. Before the arrival of Winter, she can harvest as much as she can to make it her nourishment.

But somehow, she always wanted to cross the ice field to meet Ning Changjiu and Ye Chu.

She doesn't know what they are doing.

Only by seeing can I feel at ease.

Then visit them before the "wheat" matures.

Si Ming thought so and pushed the door out.

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Across the ice field is a contest of time.

Ning Changjiu practiced the Asura Shenlu daily. His bones became heavier and heavier, and his body became more and more powerful. When he stepped out of the door one day, his foot lightly landed, and he stepped on the ground. The sunken pit, and his mental power is getting stronger, he can already pinch out the flames, stir the muddy water tank, and even penetrate the stones with his eyes.

The most weird thing for him is the layered golden lotus in his body.

The lotus flower floats above the sea of ​​air, shining brightly. The Golden Crow loves to use the lotus as a boat, floating slowly in the huge sea of ​​air.

In the words of the sword scripture, he said: "You are less and less like a person."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why?"

Sword Classics: "It may be difficult for you to perceive yourself. When you practice this method, your body also changes subtly. At this moment, your body is more like an ancient **** who cultivates to be a human being."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Perhaps."

Jianjing said again: "There is one more thing I can't figure out. These eighty-one exercises, no matter which one they are, can’t be considered as powerful as they are when they are taken out alone. Why are they mixed together, but they are so powerful? The ability to turn decay into magic?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Because the person who wrote this exercise is a real genius."

The spirit of the sword script curiously asked: "Do you know who wrote it?"

Ning hasn't answered for a long time, but he has the answer in his heart.

The second brother once said to him that 90% of all the secret practices in Guanzhong were written by the master, and 10% were studied and compiled together by the brothers and sisters.

At that time, Ning Changjiu was moved by Master’s strong creative enthusiasm.

Now, it seems that the classics created by Master are more than abundant, and almost every one is an immortal masterpiece...

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra didn’t wait for an answer, so he guessed for himself: "I think you look like a woman?"

Ning Changjiu was taken aback and asked: "How did you know?"

The spirit of the sword scripture said: "Could it be another peerless beauty?"

Ning Changjiu can't remember Master's appearance anymore, only remember that night Yushang Xueying, sword light swallowed the sky, that long-lost face looks like a bright moon in the water.

The inspiration of the sword scripture was affected by his emotional fluctuations, and he wondered: "Isn't she really a woman? Who is more beautiful when she marries Lu?"

Ning Changjiu sneered and said: "Aren't you unswervingly supporting marriage?"

The spirit of Jianjing sneered back: "Is it useful for me to support someone? If I support Si Ming's little girl, can you still take her down?"

Ning Changjiu said lightly: "Sooner or later, we will meet. There are only three chess players in this world, and only one of us can go out."

Originally, Mr. Xueyu, with his head high and chest tall, wearing a flower crown, standing erect on a tree trunk, heard the discussion here, and flew over, regretting: "Hey, what the sword scripture says is beyond your head, even if Uncle Ning was so excited to let go of Si Ming, can our Highness let her go or not? Is the majesty of the palace a child's play?"

These days, it has proclaimed itself the **** of light and has been deeply involved in the show. At this moment, its voice is also cold and monotonous, with an inexplicable magnetism.

And the ugly feathers that it originally peeled off, after a month of cultivation, it became full again, and it gradually cherished the feathers that it thought was ugly.

Ning Changjiu sighed silently when he heard the word His Royal Highness.

He thought of his two promises with her.

The one-year appointment for their apprentice is approaching, and he is destined to be too late to go back.

Nevertheless, Ding Leshi’s stupid boy is not the opponent of the very scheming little girl, and he does not need to be ridiculed by Zhao Xianger after losing. Although his current strength is not what it used to be, but I don't even dare to do anything with Zhao Xianger. That girl Zhao is a good hand at being strong when it comes to strength.

The figure of Shao Xiaoli practicing sword standing in the distance paused for a while, and cast her gaze here, she knew that the topic that would be of interest to the red-headed chicken is also the woman... Well, the boss woman, what should that be? The beauty of the world?

In the evening, Ning Changjiu went to look for Ye Chuan, pretending to ask a few difficulties about the Shura Shenlu, and told him to put down his guard.

And Shao Xiaoli was in the thatched house and cooked a big pot of snowy hornbeast broth. This is Jun Xueyu’s favorite, but when it came to eat in the house, Shao Xiaoli stopped him. Is outside.

"The magnanimous God Empress, what are you doing? Are you trying to embarrass the God of Light?" Xueyu Jun raised his head, looked at the girl with his hands on his hips, and begged to go in.

Shao Xiaoli said: "Do you want to eat?"

"Isn't this nonsense..."

"Hmm...Did you and the boss know each other early?"

"It's... it's not long or short. I and Uncle Ning, although we met right in the water, we saw it right away."

"Well, you can tell me something about him and your Royal Highness, and I will give you meat after you finish it." Shao Xiaoli talked about his own conditions.

Mr Xueyu smelled the smell of hot meat in the house, swallowed, and quickly said: "Ok, let's make a long story short..."

Mr. Xueyu played up what happened in the imperial city, and described the old fox's battle with earth-shattering and majestic expressions. He also portrayed himself as a divine bird that shares life and death with Ning Changjiu, but he was beaten by Shao Xiaoli. Suddenly said: "I don't want to hear this, I just want to hear the story of the boss and Zhao Xianger."

The girl’s family, just don’t know! Jun Xueyu sneered in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face.

Shao Xiaoli listened quietly, wondering: "I like it? No...Is it just sharing weal and woe, am I not...what's the difference?"

Mr. Xueyu glanced at her figure outlined in Jingchai's sarong, and hesitated to speak: "There are always many differences between people. The goddess may realize it someday." /

Shao Xiaoli is not stupid either. She looked at it and understood the meaning of the line at once, and put the broth directly on its head, angrily said: "Men are all **** ghosts!"

Mr Xueyu was drenched in the broth, angry and heartache. He wanted to teach this girl a lesson, but when he shot it, Shao Xiaoli shot out his sword like a spark and hit it on his chicken neck. , "Huh? What do you want to do with the red head?"

She sensed that Blood Feather Jun had a hint of offense.

Mr. Blood Feather was also taken aback. It only then realized that in this more than a month, this dead girl had already practiced swordsmanship to such a realm, and it was indulging in patrolling and neglecting every day. In practice, the gap with her is getting bigger and bigger.

Unconsciously, he is already at the bottom of the team.

"The heroine, please be merciful..." Jun Xueyu wailed and was thrown out of the house. He sat on the grass and opened its wings helplessly, sucking the soup and pieces of meat scattered on the wings, and said bitterly: "Women are all demons."

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Southern Wilderness is located in the center of Nanzhou, with a very wide range, surrounded by the Red River where everything is seen as bones.

More than five hundred years since the birth of the Southern Wilderness, there have been many monks exploring with swords, but the results are not very good. And Nanzhou is located in the corner of the world, and there are very few truly famous practitioners, so for so many years, people have not known much about this cursed land where pollution spreads.

As the Year of the Sin King was nearly halfway through, the shadow cast by the kingdom of God finally came to this abyss.

The Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot visit the world in person, and will not easily cast a shadow.

At that time, the sinner came here only because he sensed the breath of Jiuying.

Three thousand years ago, it was an ancient **** of the same era as Jiuying. Now that the vicissitudes of life are vicissitudes of life, the gods have disappeared, and the breath of the old man is reappearing, he wants to come and meet again.

Next, he found that this place was born in the corner of the world, and the Nanzhou, which was full of wild mountains and ridges, seemed to be far less simple than what he had imagined.

He experienced the war in which the gods fell, so he also knew the origin of the Southern Wilderness-this was also one of the ancient battlefields under that catastrophe.

In the history books of their gods, the world-shaking war is an extremely rich and colorful stroke.

It was a history of the demise of gods. Many ancient gods who lived for thousands of years and were extremely tyrannical could not escape the calamity. At the same time, many monsters and cultivators in the world came from behind. At that time, the whole In the territories of the world, there are hundreds of great monsters and monks who have entered the Purple Garden realm. They seem to be transported by heaven. Many of them are exceptionally talented, and the realm even exceeds the ancient gods who have been among the five realms for thousands of years.

It's a pity that they rose too quickly and died quickly.

Since the establishment of the Twelve Kingdoms of Gods, it was also the first time that the Lord of the Kingdoms of Gods fell.

This is a real earth-shattering secret, only a big figure at their level can know.

It was only when the Sin Lord saw this abyss that he discovered that some of the events in the catastrophe of the world five hundred years ago seemed a bit biased from what he remembered.

He stared at the abyss for a long time and found that he couldn't even see through it.

There is no king in the world.

The Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot see through, only the existence of the same level.

After he returned to the kingdom of God, he started the secret calculation, and also did not get the result. It seems that there is a certain period of history that has been tampered with and smeared.

But no matter how big the matter is, as long as it does not violate the laws of heaven and earth, the kingdom of God should ignore it.

It's just that even the prince of sin has never thought that this abyss has become an indelible shadow in his heart.

After half a year, he finally came here again and entered the abyss.

Even if it was just a projection, the laws of the abyss still couldn't imprison him in the slightest.

He came to this secluded city with ease and saw the beautiful woman on the high platform. He could see through her laws and guess her identity, but the more so, he The more confused.

The feeling of confusion should not exist for the almost omniscient and almighty Lord of the Kingdom of God.

He knew that this woman was once a priest.

A priest in one of the Twelve Kingdoms of Gods.

I just don't know why, she will be here now.

There is only one guardian of the twelve kingdoms of gods each year, and there is no intersection between them, so the sinner can't judge which priest in the kingdom of gods she is.

Then he discovered that there were two bright stars in the north, and he knew that one of them belonged to Tianjun.

In that fallen kingdom of God, both priests and heavenly monarchs are still alive.

He didn’t go to them to find the answer immediately, because he found that the world was far more interesting than he thought. He doesn’t know how many years he has not had this kind of feeling. If it hadn’t been for Jiuying to reappear, he wouldn’t Look here.

Then he discovered something even more bizarre.

My own realm has also been suppressed!

Although it is only a projection, who can suppress the realm of the Lord of the Kingdom of God?

The Lord of Sin looked towards the sky.

The pupils in the black robe are also pitch black.

He figured it out instantly.

The only one who can suppress the Lord of the Kingdom of God is another Kingdom of God.

And the broken kingdom of God is just above this world, and the day and night change here is the "breath" of the broken kingdom of God.

He is now convinced that that kingdom of gods is one of the twelve kingdoms of gods, otherwise he would never have the power to suppress his projection.

However, if there is no kingdom of God, heaven and earth can no longer run smoothly. Why has the kingdom of God alternated for hundreds of years without anyone discovering the flaws in it?

The sinner thought about this, and then stretched out his finger towards the sky.

"The crime of deceiving the emperor."

The Lord of the Kingdom of God is supreme, and if he dares to deceive by means, he is deceiving the emperor.

This is his verdict.

The power of the sinner is "judgment."

He only needs to make a judgment on one thing, not who did it. Once his judgment is issued, as long as it conforms to the laws of heaven and earth, it will be like an inescapable destiny. There is absolutely no error in the person who initiated it.

For example, if he sees a corpse on the ground, as long as he makes a sentence of "killer died", then the murderer who killed the corpse will immediately be punished to death.

The four words of the crime of deceiving the emperor kept echoing in the vast sky.

Those who deceive the king should die according to the law.

The sinner did not get a response.

Today is the most difficult problem he has encountered since he became the Lord of the Kingdom of God.

He is almost certain that the person behind all of this, even if compared with himself, is not too much.

He left Broken Realm City and walked deeper, every time his figure appeared, thousands of miles away.

This is the ultimate under the rules of this world.

He crossed the ice sheet in a flash, saw the rift valley, and put his hand into the gray liquid of time.

He watched his hands corrode rapidly, his expression unchanged.

He stretched out his hand, his thoughts moved slightly, and everything returned to its original state.

Beyond the Rift Valley is a stockade.

The guilty king saw Tianjun, and he found that this Tianjun was the body of Shura.

In the twelve oracles, Shura has no hope of avenues.

This is a decree issued five hundred years ago, in order to suppress those ancient gods who did not die in the battle of gods, and prevent them from resurgence and another catastrophe of heaven and earth.

He also met Ning Changjiu.

This is also a person of Shura.

It's just that he has been reincarnated too many times, and the fault of five hundred years ago tore too much history. He was suppressed by this world again, and it is temporarily impossible to see his original identity.

He couldn't see it, in a sense it was also a kind of bullying.

But the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the incarnation of the Way of Heaven. He is not a demon in the world and cannot go against the Way of Heaven.

So he needs an opportunity.

For example, if he asks this young man in white who you were in the first place, if the answer given to him by the young man is not correct, he can judge him logically.

The Lord of Sin did not go deeper, he could already guess what kind of plane it was.

He looked down at everything he could see with the authority of the god, and the feathers on his black robe fell gently, like commands.

This is a world separated from the Lord of the Kingdom of God and from the original rule of law.

So whether it is the priest, the heavenly monarch or the boy in white...

Everyone here has sins, committing different sins.

As long as it is a citizen who is out of jurisdiction, it is sin!

Before dark, the guilty lord looked sideways, enjoying the emotions in his heart that hadn't been surging in a hundred years. They were ups and downs, like unpredictable waves.

He wants to open his own day of judgment in this barren country.

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