Beyond the Divine States Chapter 230: : Shura is on fire

Ning Changjiu stood in the fire, licking everything like a monster wave of flames.

His gaze crossed the red flames, and found that the layout of the streets and houses did not seem to have changed much. The city gate was still closed behind him when he entered, and the abandoned site of the Qianyu Palace was also burning in the flames. Everything was burned almost transparent.

The temple where Zhao Xianger was erected was suspended in the sky, and there was a staircase made of flames hanging down. This staircase was like the path of atonement for the wicked to walk barefoot after death, even if Ning Changjiu had a physical body. Strong, when the fire wave rushed to his face, he also felt a scorching heat that was difficult to erase, as if the skin was going to be roasted into a thin and charred piece.

Ning Changjiu knew that these were hallucinations, and this world was by no means a real world, but when the divine sparrows were rising from all directions, his heart still inevitably jumped with the flames.

"Is this the wedding room prepared by His Highness?" He calmed down and asked with a smile.

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "At this time, there is still time to be stiff?"

She looked around and said: "This is the power of the world. I am far from reaching the level of my mother, so I can only build on the original foundation of the world. I cannot build a pavilion out of thin air. After the First World War, I made up my mind that I want to have a sword that can destroy all things, so in later days, after I came into contact with authority, I began to build my country."

Zhao [Literature Museum www.wxguan.info] Xiang'er slowly turned around and walked towards the temple: "This was originally used to deal with the level of the spirit swallower. I never wanted to use it for you first... Take a good look. If you can’t stand it, you can kneel down and beg for mercy. I’ll go take a rest and leave you alone."

During the words, she slowly walked into the temple, and the door of the temple was closed tightly.

The moment the door closed, behind Ning Changjiu, the void cracked, and a long and narrow silver knife came out of the void and slashed towards Ning Changjiu's back.

This sword came not fast. Ning Changjiu didn't even need to withdraw. He could resist with Shura's body alone, but in the next moment, he found that his strength was weakened!

This is an independent world, a world with its own laws! And Zhao Xianger is the master of this world, in a sense even the incarnation of heaven, and how he walks in her world is different from a fish placed on a chopping board?

The moment the blade appeared, Ning Changjiu wanted to use his body skills to avoid it, but his power was greatly reduced, and his reaction was slow for a while. He cut it off with a broken sword, never wanting to be stabbed by the blade protruding from the void. The clothes were torn, and a drop of blood was picked out.

The blood drops are instantly evaporated in the world in the tumbling fire waves.

In the bounce of the blade impact, Ning Changjiu took advantage of his strength to retreat and looked up at the kingdom of God. He wanted to jump directly into the kingdom of God to fight Zhao Xianger, but he found that he was already. Without the ability to tread the air by the void, the realm was directly pressed to the long-lived realm.

At the moment when he jumped up, rows of crossbow arrows protruded out of the walls on both sides, but instead of iron arrows, the crossbow was strung out by a flare of fire, which suddenly pulled out after being shot. Long, like a stream of fire splashing during a volcanic eruption.

Ning Changjiu could feel the terrifying aura contained in this blazing flame. How dare he face the enemy head-on in his realm at this moment, he had to press his body down and flew into a circle to block.

When crossing the spacious street, Ning Changjiu's scabbard seemed to be severely corroded, and the scales of the white anaconda were covered with dented black.

He won't have time to breathe in the future, and on the other side of the street, he suddenly remembered the sound of heavy horseshoes.

Ning Changjiu looked sideways. On the street, the saddle-burning horseshoes had stepped on the broken bricks.

The high-headed steed horse with a fiery mane is struggling with its sturdy six-hooves, dragging a bright golden chariot toward him. On the chariot, there seems to be a graceful and luxurious figure of a woman.

It's too late to escape.

As soon as the carriage appeared, flames filled the streets.

Ning Changjiu held his breath and leaped up high when the six-legged horse approached, twisted his body, and pierced the horse’s pupil with the tip of the broken sword with one hand.

The steed stopped abruptly, and he sensed the danger, raised his neck high, and between a loud nose, flaming debris spurted out, melting the edge of Ning's long-term broken sword directly and softly.

The broken sword pierced the horse's pupil, but it seemed to hit a steel ball. The two ends of the sword were squeezed by the force, and it instantly bends to the extreme.

With a click, the sword was broken again, and the rebound force shook Ning Changjiu's figure back, and directly smashed into the golden carriage.

He knew that there were people sitting in the carriage, so when he entered the carriage, he pointed to the void, and as his figure retreated, his fingers dragged a dotted line in the air-that was the virtual sword.

The moment Ning Changjiu smashed into the golden chariot, holding the virtual sword in his hand, he cut directly at the person in the chariot.

Ding!

The virtual sword screamed crisply.

"Zhao Xianger?" Ning Changjiu saw the people in the chariot clearly and exclaimed.

No! That's not Zhao Xianger.

The girl sits on the carriage with no expression on her face, hands on her knees, graceful and luxurious. She sits upright, but not black hair, but a long pure gold hair that slips down like molten gold silk. Bai Chen's skin was also covered with faint gold, which looked like a gilded statue.

In the moment when Ning Changjiu hesitated, "Zhao Xianger" suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Ha! Huh! Huh!

The sound of Dao Zhen's buzzing remembered, three white lights cut out from the sheath at high speed, and only three very thin white shadows could be seen. Those three knife shadows directly blocked all the back of Ning Changjiu's escape. In front of her, Zhao Xiang'er's eyes suddenly turned black and white, and a smile on her face aroused. She slowly stretched out her hand and pointed at Ning Changjiu's eyebrows.

The three high-speed swords and her slow fingers came in unbelievably synchronized, and I couldn't tell which one was an illusion.

Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth abruptly, thinking about it, the next moment, the time in the chariot field reversed, his figure suddenly returned to the long street, and the shadow of the chariot and him dangerously crossed by. .

Ning Changjiu looked at the war horse that quickly disappeared in the long street, with lingering fears.

What kind of world is this...?

Ning Changjiu couldn't figure it out. His current realm is clearly already at the end of his life. Why didn't Zhao Xiang'er take the shot directly? With her purple court realm's power, even if she did her best, she would never be an opponent.

He looked up and found that the temple that hung high in the sky was no longer visible.

Ning Changjiu's mind suddenly lit up, and he suddenly understood that this world is her kingdom, and then that temple is her divine kingdom suspended in the world.

The Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot leave his Kingdom of God!

So now she should be controlling everything in the temple.

I am a fish dragged into it. If I can't escape from the land and return to the water, I will be exposed to the sun and die sooner or later.　　 But how can I escape?

He just stood there and hesitated for a while, and the blue bricks under his feet collapsed.

When his body sank, he immediately threw the other half of the broken sword and pierced it into the wall. Between the broken sword and his palm, the spiritual power was like a chain. He tugged suddenly, and he was about to fall. 'S figure tugged back.

Ning Changjiu leaped up, grabbed the broken sword with a high throwing body, and turned directly into the courtyard wall of the big house.

All the rooms here are so the same, like the phantom of flames painted on the original building. They keep burning, but they are not destroyed or collapsed, as if they could burn for thousands of years.

In the light of the fire, several figures were shaking. They gathered around the well and whispered.

"This child is really pitiful."

"Yes, it's a pity that I'm a freak, and I will have to hide my life in the future. It's better to just listen to the master..."

"Do you want to tell Madam about this...How can Madam bear it..."

"No, Concubine Liu's child seems to be born today too, not if..."

"..."

Plop!

Something fell into the well, and there was a sharp cry.

"Who?"

The people around the well turned their heads, and they found Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu looked at them with a torch.

They immediately covered their faces and shouted: "I have been seen, I have been seen...what to do...what to do..."

They screamed, their fingers smashed into the flesh and plunged into their cheeks. There was a fire on them, and the flame quickly swallowed them clean. Then, all the ghosts with short stature and long pointed ears came out of the fire. They grinned, lying on the ground and making noises at Ning Changjiu. With a low growl, the silver-white fangs were exposed.

They rushed towards Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu had no useable sword in his hand. When the resentful ghost rushed forward, his cuffs trembled, and a sword of yin and yang suddenly condensed in his hand. This was a sword embodied in Taoism.

The young man's figure flashed away in the firelight. In those few figures that rushed, the sword light was like a streamer. In the long slender lines, the ghost or the abdomen was cut, or the body was cut off. , Or be directly cut into the pulp and water, and in the messy white line of sword qi, the little ghosts fell to the ground one after another, burning themselves to embers.

And at the ancient well they were surrounding, another baby was drilled out. The baby had two heads, both of which were mutilated, or had no eyes, or no bridge of nose. On his body, a long-lasting grievance was black. It rose like a mist, and its immature face turned black.

He is the freak who was thrown into the well earlier.

The freak called Xiang Ning Changjiu to pounce, Ning Changjiu frowned, he couldn't feel the opponent's realm, a tentative sword fell, the freak was easily split in half, and he fell. He twitched a few times on the ground, and then turned into a grievance.

Ning Changjiu looked at the burning courtyard and walked in hesitantly.

Not long after, a soft conversation came from a window at the end of the corridor.

"Madam...take medicine..."

"I don't drink."

"Madam's body bones are getting worse...This is a new recipe created by Wang Langzhong, and all they are used are superb cinnabar..."

"I don't... uh..."

"..."

Resentment condensed in the house, the window paper exploded, and the light of fire was blown into the window like wind and snow.

Ning Changjiu watched that the lady lying on the bed turned into a demon little by little.

He continued to walk forward.

"Miss Ma throws into the river..."

"Yeah, I told her a long time ago that when a man becomes a high official, who would be thinking about the wife of the chaff at home."

……

"This... does this medicine really work."

"Of course it works, this is silver in the water, it is blessed to be painted on the body."

"But the skin is rotten..."

……

"Have you heard? Gong Lu and his daughter-in-law got together."

"What's new in this?"

"..."

Ning Changjiu walked through the houses, and the words inside came out truly, like the confusing words of the evil spirits among the ghosts.

He kept walking forward, but it seemed that he could not go to the end.

It's a big yard.

Every time he passes by a house, his heart sinks a little bit, and the sense of depression is like withered breath, slowly invading Ning Changjiu's mind, his steps are getting slower and slower, and the exit of the corridor is also further and further.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and simulated a string of yin and yang, briefly cutting off his spiritual consciousness, so that he would not be dragged down by this lifeless emotion.

"Help..."

Only when he thought, a sharp shout came out.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes suddenly.

At the end of the burning promenade, a woman holding a sharp blade ran madly. As she shouted for help, her body was festering and decomposing, like tumors that fell to the ground, she ran hurriedly, waiting until When he fell in front of Ning Changjiu, there was already only one hand holding the dagger.

"Help...someone wants to kill me...kill my child..."

"He is not a monster..."

That note didn't have any lethality. Ning Changjiu easily swept it away, but felt that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

After the woman said the last sentence, her body was completely disintegrated.

Ning Changjiu looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed softly.

With this sigh, his body seemed to have opened, and his bones seemed to have lead water poured in.

He didn't care, and walked along the **** path of this mad woman.

In the wells of the yard, people crawled out of the wells from time to time. Those people were mostly young women. Some of them jumped in by themselves, some were pushed in, and occasionally there were babies, old people, men...they Like walking corpses, wandering aimlessly in the entire flame-filled world, fighting each other after meeting, biting each other's flesh.

Ning Changjiu discovered that this corridor is, in a sense, a microcosm of the entire imperial city.

He caught a glimpse of the evils of every household in the palace from a straight corridor.

At the end of the road, an ‘old acquaintance’ was waiting there with a knife.

He is Wang Shangyu. The general who was killed by sparrow ghosts.

Ning hadn’t looked at him for a long time, his gaze passed over his armor covered in flesh and blood, looked at the light behind the corridor, and asked: “Zhao Xiang’er, you wouldn’t think it’s necessary to rely on these methods Break my Dao Xin, right?"

No one should.

Wang Shanyu raised his sword high and slashed at him.

Boom!

Ning Changjiu raised his head, all the mourning and sorrow lingering between his eyebrows were wiped out in an instant. He opened his eyes, his pupils had turned into hot gold, and the golden light of Wang Shangyu's body penetrated, that one The beam of golden light was like a sword, piercing his armor easily, cutting off a piece of flesh and blood.

The Golden Crow opened his eyebrows, spread his wings and screamed. All the emotions or things with dark elements were swallowed up after the arrival of the Golden Crow!

Ning Changjiu's eyebrows were calm, he walked through this long corridor, and slammed back into the light.

He returned to the long street.

The fire fell like rain.

The Golden Crow spreads its wings, the umbrella usually covers Ning Changjiu's head, and the fire falls on the Golden Crow, like a candle flower exploding, without leaving the slightest trace.

It was originally a creature bred in the sun. What kind of flame can be more scorching than the sun in this world?

It's just that Zhao Xianger hasn't shown up yet, but he first called out the Golden Crow, which was a bit inferior above the hole cards.

After the Golden Crow appeared, the hot air wave could hardly invade Ning Changjiu.

But Ning did not let go of the slightest vigilance for a long time, because he knew that only by breaking through this world could it be possible to defeat Zhao Xianger.

There is no perfect world in this world.

The monk can preach the Dao and fly away. It is as strong as a master, in order to suppress the realm of Duanjiecheng, it uses an entire kingdom of God. Therefore, this world must have its gaps or loopholes, and he must find them in order to turn the object-oriented.

While Ning Changjiu was still thinking about it, the war horse with a fiery mane went back and forth.

The bricks on the ground were smashed by horseshoes, and in the golden chariot, the figure of the woman was like a blazing sun.

Along with the chariot, there was a huge rhino that was as long as a sword. This rhino was running wild in heavy gold armor. On its back, a burly man was dancing with a hammer towards Charge yourself.

In a twinkling of an eye, the chariot and the rhinoceros appeared one after another.

Ning Changjiu steadied his mind. He stood on the spot, his body leaped sharply, passing by the chariot and the rhinoceros, but when he leaped, they were also urgently reining in their horses, showing their weapons and waiting for Ning. Falling again for a long time.

The Golden Crow made a long cry, and Ning Changjiu directly grabbed the slender legs of the Golden Crow and let the Golden Crow take him off into the air.

But the hunt did not stop because he flew into the sky.

The phoenixes and finches who had bathed in the fireworks before rushed over when Ning Changjiu took off into the air. They no longer looked like divine birds, but more like vultures that saw carrion!

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath.

He looked at the birds flying out of the flames, and a glimmer of understanding suddenly flashed in his heart.

In my mind, after the master sister had a chestnut, all the Taoism integrated in the sea of ​​knowledge was tossed at this moment.

In the previous Taoist Taoism, what he had practiced was the Tianxin Sutra, and the Shura Shenlu from the Tianxin Sutra was just a different name. Since they are all of the same sect and the same origin, the master sister will smelt everything for him. , Naturally can also be integrated into the incomplete Shura Shenlu.

Thinking about this, the Shura God video that was suddenly activated in his body was a huge turbine. It roared, roared, like a glutton with an open blood basin, swallowing all the insights in his body into Repair your own nourishment.

In his bones and flesh and blood, the golden veins suddenly light up, shining brightly.

"Time..."

He pronounced this ancient word.

The power of time envelops himself, allowing him to maintain the body of Shura and retreat to the position before the five breaths.

On Long Street, he appeared again.

The golden rhino's horn was in front of him like a sword, but he directly stretched out his hand, grabbed the horn, twisted his wrist, and broke it abruptly.

The golden-shelled rhino roars deafeningly.

On his arm, the red muscles violently burst, and strands of golden flames are like floating golden snakes, rotating around his body. At this moment, he still has the slightest appearance of a young man, that black hair that dances like a snake, golden flames. The lingering white clothes and the well-defined arms of the muscles are so strong that they can break the backbone of the ancient gods.

This is the real body of Shura. Although it is not as complete and powerful as when he was fighting against the Sin King, his enemies are also countless times weaker than the Sin King.

The power of Shura's body set off mountains and tsunami in his body.

After he pulled off the rhino horn, he shook his body abruptly and hit the big horse with a punch. The tall horse’s cervical vertebra was instantly shattered, the neck was crooked, and his struggling hexapod seemed to have been hit by seven. The inch-inch snake softened suddenly, Ning Changjiu took Si as a sword with his other hand, plunged into the giant horse's body, and directly pierced its heart!

Blood splashed, and the chariot collapsed, and the golden figure in it was smashed to pieces.

At this moment, those fire phoenix divine birds are constantly rushing towards themselves. At both ends of the street, there are many ancient fierce beasts, either burning fire or gilded with golden flames, like rolling ones. The boulder leaped towards himself.

Ning Changjiu is awe-inspiring and fearless. Although his realm is suppressed in this world, the realms of the rest of the creatures here are also similar to him.

At this moment, the Shura Shenlu has really burned, and he discovered that the power of the Shura body can get rid of the shackles of the world!

Yes, in this rule, there are only five ways in the five ways, and there is no asura way.

Shura is the one that disappeared among the six ways.

It is like a shadow hidden in the laws of the world, thriving in unknown corners.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a silver sword in his hand, otherwise he has the confidence to kill all the creatures in this world.

He stood in the middle of the long street, his spiritual power poured into the rhinoceros horns, the horns drooped slightly, the golden blood splashed from the heart of the horses was running down the horns, dripping from the edges, and hissed to the ground. Burned out.

He looked at the solid gains of the furious war, and suddenly understood that the world was divided into two parts.

The thousands of yards that were the epitome of the promenade are the human world. The long street outside is the realm of God.

The diseases and sufferings of the human world, the rage and ravages of the gods, together they have constructed this ghost-like world.

Ning Changjiu held the sword in both hands with Shura's body, and slashed towards this purgatory world, as if to chop out a real light from the red fireworks in the sky!

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(First update, there will be another chapter later.)

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