Beyond the Divine States Chapter 257: : The Six Gods of the Early Days

As time passed, Linggu gradually became colder, forming tiny ice beads in the air along the water hanging down from the rock walls, jumping between the rock walls, and crashing down.

Ning Xiaoling held the blood blade of the black knife and passed through a damp ice valley.

She continued to move forward and found that this huge gorge was originally derived layer by layer. After she walked out of a cave, the scenery in front of her suddenly broke, and her gaze followed the rift valley down and saw again. A deep gorge surrounded by clouds and fog, there are faintly broken statues of gods on the stone walls on both sides.

Ning Xiaoling tightened some packages.

She stepped on the moss-marked wet stone wall, first cut off the vines entangled in the air with sword energy, and then focused on the footing point of the opposite cliff wall, Yujian Huahong, in two A beautiful arc was drawn between the cliffs, and it fell precisely on the protruding rock wall on the opposite side.

Ning Xiaoling repeated so many times. After a few leaps, she passed through the valley of broken gods and headed deeper.

In a blink of an eye, Ning Xiaoling came to the end of this rift valley.

She stepped on the head of the last idol, opened her sword eyes and looked far away.

There are faint calls of apes in the forest below, and there are many white snakes in the dense jungle above. They are squirming densely on the tree, and they are the same color as the trunk, and they can’t tell whether they are branches. Still the entangled body of a snake.

Although Ning Xiaoling's swordsmanship is outstanding, she still has a natural aversion to creatures like snakes.

Just as she was looking for her next foothold, a huge change suddenly sounded in the entire canyon.

The fog rises under the feet, and the sound of the blade hitting is ignited. The sound shocked the monkeys and the forest birds, and the snakes on the treetops were like rain.

Ning Xiaoling squatted down, propped herself with a broken knife, looked down, and contemplated what was happening below. Then, she found that the red light of her blade was in full bloom, the light with a warning sign. .

Ning Xiaoling immediately withdrew his sight and used hermit technique to hide her breath.

After a while, the movement below disappeared.

The high-heavy mist settled back down to the bottom of the valley.

Ning Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief. She hid for a while in the grotto where the **** statue was carved. She did not reappear until the red light of the broken knife disappeared. She looked for a few thick trees, and her figure jumped towards Walk to the end of the mist.

When Ning Xiaoling left the fog-shrouded cold valley, Ning Xiaoling turned around and looked around, only to find that the huge rock wall was engraved with three words, the valley of white snakes.

"White Snake..." Ning Xiaoling thought of the fog that had risen earlier.

She thought for a while, and chose to turn back and return to this deep gorge again, tentatively walking to the place where the movement happened before.

Not long after, Ning Xiaoling saw a large piece of rubble in front of her.

The rubble is piled up in a mess. There seemed to be a battle in the center of them. The stones there had broken into powder, and the smoke had not completely sinked.

Ning Xiaoling didn't rush forward, she pinched the recluse technique and looked at the distance for a while before finally approaching there.

I saw a deep pit in the center of the gravel, and there was a small pool of blood in the pit.

Ning Xiaoling bent down and sniffed the blood—fresh human blood!

She searched the neighborhood again and found a small broken blade. She picked up the blade and observed it, frowning.

The breath on the blade... is clearly the sword in the Youge!

She was a little surprised, knowing that there should have been a battle here before, and that battle was very short, winning or losing, but why did the fighting people disappear without a trace?

Ning Xiaoling is puzzled, how different is the realm in order to tell the winner with one blow?

Could it be that Minglang took the shot?

Ning Xiaoling picked up this piece of blade and left the White Snake Canyon.

She continued forward, through a barren field, and then came into a ruin.

This relic is luxuriant with flowers and plants, and you can smell a strong and bitter floral fragrance from a distance.

It is said that this is the Palace of Medicine King.

Said Mr. Ling told her that there was also an immortal ghost in the ruins of the Medicine King Palace. According to the practice in previous years, the Medicine King Ming Ling would guard a good-grade spiritual treasure, but the Medicine King is very Difficult to deal with.

As he approached the Medicine King Palace, Ning Xiaoling killed a white python blocking the way, and then stopped before a piece of broken stone steps.

Boom!

There was a loud crash in the distance.

Ning Xiaoling hid behind the stone wall and observed it for a while. After a while, three scarred disciples walked out from the direction of the Yaowang Palace where the impact sound was made.

Ning Xiaoling didn't know them, but she quickly guessed their identity—a disciple of the Netherline.

She knows that there is a famous group in the Netherline. There are a total of five disciples in the group. Although there are no outstanding disciples among these five disciples, the worst is also a long-lived ascetic.

Said that Mr. Ling had warned her that the disciples in that group might find a way to get together after entering Linggu, form a team to find Lingbao together, and then share the final profit. Be careful if you encounter it yourself.

Now it seems that they have enough three people.

Ning Xiaoling looked at them for a while after hiding in the stone wall, and after confirming that they were not his opponents, she walked out.

At this moment, the three people who came home from the Palace of Medicine King are sitting on the ground, healing each other.

"The King of Medicine is stronger than what Mr. said..." A disciple took out the ground herbs and handed them to the other two brothers.

The other two took it, and then said: "Yeah, I almost won, if only one more person can be added."

"Well, it's a pity that the other two Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters don't know where the teleportation went. There is still no news at all after so long."

"Yes, the longer it is, the more dangerous it is. The terrain of this Linggu is complicated. Although other disciples will not be able to touch it for a while, if the bright corridor comes, we can only give in."

"Ming Gallery..."

The purple court realm and the long-lived realm are qualitative changes. The long-lived realm can only control the sword for a certain distance, while the purple court can directly use the void to step into the air. It can be said that it has an advantage in this complex valley, but it is so. It would take at least three to five days to walk the entire valley with the cultivation base of the Ming Corridor.

"Ming Gallery should look down on these spirit treasures. What he is looking for is the first one. As long as he can get it, Ming Gallery will be the leader."

"The first spiritual creature...I'm afraid it's hard to find. In the past, Linggu Dabi, many times and the last few hours, the Linggu was found from the deep mountains and old forests."

"Well, let's set up traps and communication patterns on all the nearby roads that can lead to here, and then heal the wounds, and then go to the Medicine King Hall to try." One person suggested.

"Okay, listen to my brother."

Next, they began to talk about the Lingbao found this time.

The three of them worked together and found two spirit treasures in total, but they were almost at the bottom of their ranks, not much different from the Ghost Book.

"Only two pieces." Ning Xiaoling was a little disappointed.

While the three were talking, a slight stepping on the grass sounded, and their expressions were shocked, and they immediately looked sideways to the rear.

I saw a small and exquisite girl carrying a knife and a bag, walking gently across the broken stone path and slowly climbing along it.

"Who?!" The man immediately grabbed the sword in his hand and stood up from the ground. The other two hurriedly stuffed the two spirit treasures back into the cloth bag.

Before Ning Xiaoling could answer, another disciple stood up and said, "Are you the only seedling in the Yuling line?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised: "Do you know me too?"

The man smiled and said: "Little Junior Sister, don't you know how famous you are? Not many people don't know you in the whole sect."

"Huh?" Ning Xiaoling was taken aback. She subconsciously touched her cheek, thinking that I am not sister Xianger, and my appearance is not that shocking, right?

The man explained: "Even though I did not participate in the last fishing contest in Youyue Lake, Junior Sister Xiaoling was shocked by the skills, and directly broke our Gu Lingzong record, compared to the previous one. It’s more than twice as strong, and we have been talking about it for many days."

This is actually...

"...It's just a fluke." Ning Xiaoling said lightly. She didn't even know that she actually participated in the competition.

"It turns out that this is the famous Xiaoling girl." Another disciple suddenly bowed to Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling, who originally wanted to rob, was bowed by the other party, a little embarrassed to do it.

Ning Xiaoling knowingly asked: "Are the brothers going to fight the drug king?"

The three senior brothers nodded and said: "Yes. It’s just that the three of us are not good at learning skills, which made Junior Sister Xiaoling laugh. Um...If Junior Sister Xiaoling joins us together, we will defeat the Medicine King and take the spirit together. Bao, after I got out of the valley, we won a reward and we will share some with you."

In their eyes, Ning Xiaoling has no reason to refuse. Although this little girl is a famous fishing king, she took a full 20 breaths to take the sword. She is recognized as the weakest of the twenty-four people. Now if she follows them, she might still be able to squeeze. When it comes to some oil and water, if it is a person, it can only be bumped in this spirit valley like a headless fly.

"No need." Ning Xiaoling said sincerely.

"Why?" They asked in astonishment: "Don't you want Medicine King's Lingbao?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I can get it by myself."

They were stunned, and immediately laughed: "Little Junior Sister, could it be that you thought we were so badly injured and wounded the Medicine King? It's useless, unless you beat him in the Medicine King Palace. Otherwise, his recovery speed will be much faster than ours."

Ning Xiaoling said sternly: "Thank you brothers for your kind words and persuasion."

They looked at Ning Xiaoling's arrogant expression, and wondered: "Sister Xiaoling, do you not trust us?"

"No."

"Then why are you?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, and said truthfully: "Actually...I'm here to rob you."

She said seriously, raising the knife in her hand, her delicate and lovely cheeks, her eyes gleaming.

The three of them were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Sister Xiaoling is so silly and cute, our brothers can't bear to do it anymore."

"It's good to have a sword," Ning Xiaoling said.

They said: "Don't regret the little sister."

Ning Xiaoling said solemnly: "No, Xiaoling does things Xiaoling Dang."

She drew the blade, aimed at them, and slashed it seriously.

The screams sounded in front of the Medicine King Palace.

Ning Xiaoling’s cuteness is like her disguise. When the black blade glows bloody, her temperament is transformed. The natal mind and swordsmanship of the ancient Lingzong stimulates her at the same time, the gray nether The air is like a slender smoke dragon around her body, dancing out with a heavy will of death, filling her whole body.

The three senior brothers are not waiting. They lined up for the first time, and they all put out their swords to stop Ning Xiaoling's swords.

The knife and the sword collided, and the long wind rolled up with the blade and sword energy cut through the ruins.

One of the three disciples is in the first stage of longevity, and the other is in the first stage of longevity. If they join hands on weekdays, it will be difficult to deal with them, but at this moment, they are injured in the battle with Yaowang. Ning Xiaoling was barely a sneak attack. After she was caught off guard, the knife rushed into the pond like a monster, shocked that the pond fish scattered, and each broke through, just like a slaughter.

The battle was turned to one side from the beginning.

In a moment, Ning Xiaoling put away the knife.

"Thanks to the three brothers." She took out the Lingbao from their cloth bag, stuffed it into her own bag, and slowly walked into the medicine under the shocked and resentful eyes of the three who fell on the ground. Wang Dianzhong.

After a while, a disciple who still didn't believe in failure pulled up from the ground: "Why is this dead girl so powerful?"

"She must have been concealed... Twenty Breath must have been pretending at the time! I didn't expect that the outside looked so beautiful and cute, but the inside was feminine, and I didn't know who learned it from!"

"If it wasn't for our injury, where would she be our opponent?"

"Oh, forget it, the little girl is amazing, but she is too big, and that medicine king is not an easy role. When she is taught by the medicine king, we will take back the spirit treasure! "

The three nodded. They didn't believe that Ning Xiaoling could defeat the King of Medicine. They healed their wounds outside the door while waiting for them.

Half an hour later, Ning Xiaoling walked out of the Medicine King Palace.

She holds Yao Wang Chu in her hand, and she wears a clean white skirt, showing no signs of injury.

She and the three of them looked at each other for a while.

"Are the three brothers waiting for me?" Ning Xiaoling asked.

Short silence.

The three of them felt like they had encountered a ghost, rubbed their eyes, and ran away.

Ning Xiaoling did not chase.

After they left, she looked at Yao Wang Chu in her hand, her eyes narrowed.

Previously, there was no battle in the Palace of Medicine King.

In the depths of the main hall, she saw the huge ghost in official clothes hiding in the darkness. Although the spirit had been silent for many years, it still had the strength of a half-step purple court. He relied on the foundation of this site. It can survive for at least hundreds of years.

After seeing Ning Xiaoling, the huge Spirit of Medicine King did not show any hostility. He took the Medicine King Chu out of his own accord and sent it to Ning Xiaoling respectfully.

Ning Xiaoling was not shocked by this scene, after all, this scene had happened once in You Pavilion.

But she didn't understand what kind of things she was hiding, worthy of the respect of these ghosts left over from ancient times.

Ning Xiaoling accepted Yao Wang Chu, thanked him, and was about to leave, but Yao Wang stopped her, spoke slowly, and taught her a heart sutra about Netherworld.

Ning Xiaoling was a little flattered.

At the end of this teaching, the King of Medicine suddenly showed an expression of pain.

He opened his eyes like copper bells, staring at Ning Xiaoling, tremblingly: "The emperor... the emperor is not in the hall... the little... be careful!"

After saying these words, Yaowang's figure faded away, and he hid back into the mural on the wall.

"The emperor is not in the hall? Be careful?" Ning Xiaoling muttered to herself: "Be careful what?"

She felt a little uneasy.

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Sea country, the fairy palace of Caijuan.

This is the early morning when the Dragon Mother Banquet begins.

Ning Changjiu woke up from the bed leisurely, Lu Jiajia had put his clothes together and sat on the wooden table with flowers. The burning incense reflected her swaying.

"Daddy is awake." Qiu Yue squatted on the balcony, smiling at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu gave a hum, got up and walked to Lu Jiajia's side, and asked, "How are you preparing?"

Lu Jia married: "I heard that Jiange also has disciples coming."

Ning Changjiu asked: "That famous Seventh Disciple of Jiange?"

Lu Jiajia nodded slightly: "I heard that the seven disciples of Jian Pavilion and the eighth disciples are all sword spirits. The eighth disciple is guarding the sky list at the moment, and the stronger seven disciple is coming to the Dragon Mother Banquet. Up."

This incident has been raging in the past two days, and Ning Changjiu has also heard about it.

Jiangaku disciples traveled far and wide to come to the Dragon Mother's feast in the sea of ​​lucklessness in the southernmost part of China. This was unprecedented.

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, these famous disciples all respect their identities, and they won't end up personally if they want to come."

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips and chuckled, and said: "A distinguished disciple needs to respect his status? I don't need it?"

Ning Changjiu then remembered that the Sword Immortal wife he had abducted had the identity of the Sect Master of Heavenly Sect Yujian.

He smiled and discussed sword skills and sword skills with Lu Jiajia for a while.

Lu Jiajia asked: "Which one are you going, have you thought about it?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Actually, I thought about it a long time ago."

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia looked sideways.

Ning Changjiu didn't answer immediately.

He put on a snow-white coat, slowly got up, and walked leisurely behind Qiu Yue.

The little girl is like a child who is curious about the world, looking at a shy half-blooming flower in the potted plant, without realizing that Ning Changjiu is already standing behind her.

The sunlight came in, falling on Qiu Yue's cheeks and hair, and also on Ning Changjiu's front.

This scene even looks a little warm.

Ning Changjiu gently raised his hand, the light between his fingers and the sunlight shining through the window blended together.

Lu Jia Jiaxiu frowned, Tan mouth lightly opened, but did not speak.

Ning Changjiu pointed his finger to the back of Qiu Yue's neck.

Qiu Yue looked at the flowers in the potted plant earnestly, but didn't realize the finger that came from behind.

His fingers are almost in contact with the small transparent hair on Qiu Yue's neck.

They are separated by a curtain to block out the shadows.

The girl outside the shadow looks at the flowers, and the shadow is full of murderous opportunities.

Lu Jia's marriage with Emei frowned and tightened.

Ning Changjiu retracted his finger indifferently, and smiled casually: "Naturally, choose Tao."

Lu Jiajia's expression also relaxed, and he said, "Tao? Ha, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot that you were a little Taoist before."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yes, if I can't win the first prize, I am too sorry for the cultivation of the master."

Lu Jiajia breathed for a while.

She knew that the teacher he was talking about was not herself.

Qiu Yue, who admired the flowers, heard their words and sighed softly, saying: "Isn't Daddy's master a mother? Mother is not a Taoist priest."

Slap!

Ning Changjiu didn't hesitate anymore, the hand knife fell and hit her accurately in the back of the neck.

But the situation was unexpected again.

Qiu Yue didn't have any resistance that she had expected. She fainted and shook her body. She lay directly on the table and passed out.

Lu Jiajia looked at her and said, "I have probed her many times."

Ning Changjiu said: "Me too."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Don't you still believe her?"

"I don't believe we will meet normal people." Ning Changjiu laughed at himself: "And after so many days, I don't understand what she is going to do at all."

Lu Jia married her red lips lightly and shook her head slightly.

Ning Changjiu said: "This little girl has a sweet mouth, but don't be fooled by her."

Lu Jia married: "That's right, I was deceived by you."

Ning Changjiu smiled.

Lu Jia married and stood up. She tied her clothes and put on her outer clothes, walked slowly to Qiu Yue's side, looked at the little girl's delicate body, and said: "My sword eye, your **** Hitomi can't see anything abnormal. If she is really not an ordinary girl, then who can she be?"

Ning Changjiu suppressed his smile and said, "This is what I am worried about."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Then put her here later?"

"Hmm." Ning Changjiu nodded.

He didn't dare to say too much, even though they were all speaking in a convergent line at the moment, he still wasn't sure whether this little girl could hear it.

Before the start of the Dragon Mother Banquet, it was a feast to worship the gods of heaven and earth.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia are seated in the Caijuanxian Palace, with emerald blue waves beneath them, and in front of them are the curtains of countless light gauze through the shadows.

In the center, the colorful Liulizi slowly floats under the water surface, reflecting the colorful light, and what they hold up is one by one slowly rising into the sky, until the cloud platform floating outside the tall building.

Above the cloud platform is the myth and fantasy of countless ancient gods and beasts.

"That is the Six Gods of the Early Days." Ning Changjiu looked at the highest point.

On the highest cloud platform, there are six statues of ancient gods side by side.

"The Six Gods of the Early Days? Are they Tianzang Zulong?" Lu Jia married.

Lu Jiajia doesn't know much about that long-standing myth. Ning Changjiu has read relevant records in the Lotus Book Pavilion controlled by the master sister.

Ning Changjiu said: "That was the beginning of the world, and the six ancient gods who ruled the world from chaos to rebirth were Xuanze, Tianzang, Candle Dragon, Sui Bodhi, Desolate River Dragon Sparrow, and Mingjun. The first five represented the authority of water, gold, fire, wood, and earth. Things similar to time or fate had not yet been discovered at that time. They were the most original and powerful elements when the world was first formed. The netherworld and death controlled by Mingjun are the homes of all souls, and the world at that time was under the control of these six."

"It is said that Sui Bodhi is today's original monarch, while Wild River Dragon Sparrow is reborn from the'earth' and is now the Suzaku. The rest cannot be traced back..." Ning Changjiu said, suddenly laughing Said: "Of course, these are also unreachable legends, and it is difficult to determine whether they are true or false."

As they were talking, on the cloud platform above, the stories of the ancient gods fell into words.

The first thing that was unfolded was the war between Tianzang and Mingjun that shook the world. They are notoriously immortal enemies. According to the legend, the soil and Nanzhou were originally one, and it was their wars that broke the ground veins and forcibly carved out the vast and vast sea of ​​no luck.

Nowadays, in the sea country's geomancy map, the borders of Middle-earth and Nanzhou can be spliced ​​more accurately.

While Ning Changjiu was talking about this, people flowed like weaves during the banquet, and big figures from all walks of life came to the scene.

In the sea around the Caijuanxian Palace, six rotating, sound-box-like buildings slowly surfaced.

Some pianos are full of sound, some swords are vertical and horizontal, some are like flowers, some are like rain...

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia looked at each other, and each walked towards a fairy building.

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