Beyond the Divine States Chapter 260: : White Snake Temple

In the sword tower, there are countless ripples in the lotus pond.

The surface of the water is gradually returning to a clear circle.

Liu He looked at his reflection in the water, the red on the center of his eyebrows was like a bead embedded in the skin, striking and dazzling.

The sound of the sword in his arms continued, and he seemed to be dissatisfied.

That was the only sound in the Silent Sword Tower.

Lu Jia married him opposite him. The thread in her hair looked like an extinguished fire. It had already returned to black, and the slender snow shadow was still shaking in the water.

She recalled the chirping of the fire bird in her ear, and the appearance of Zhao Xianger when she was parting appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help smiling.

This elegant smile has a faint sarcasm in everyone's eyes.

Liu He looked at her figure and couldn't believe her failure anyway.

The people in the Jianlou came back to their senses in shock. They stared at Lu Marriage and suddenly realized that what happened on the fourth floor today will quickly spread throughout Middle Earth in the days to come. .

Jiangaku disciples were defeated in the same realm or even pressured realm. This is unprecedented, and they are all witnesses.

Liu He calmed Jianxin and asked: "Who are you on earth? Where do you learn from?"

Lu Jiajia didn’t want to answer, but just said: "Your sword spirit is indeed powerful, but your sword spirit is not a living thing. It just polishes the sword to be sharper and more flexible... What you believe is the sword in your hand. , And I believe in myself."

"So you forged yourself into a sword?" Liu He asked.

Lu married without answering.

Liu He raised his head, his eyes were reddish, and said: "If your sword body is pure, but I will never read it wrong...but your sword body is clearly a weak heart!"

Lu Jia married: "So what?"

This question caused Liu He to be stunned for a moment. He said seriously: "My sword-spirit practice method was given by the master, of course it can't be wrong."

Master... is naturally the sword saint of the sword pavilion.

Just hearing the name of the Juggernaut, many people in the building shook their hearts.

Lu Jiajia said indifferently: "Bijian is not right or wrong, but you will die if you lose."

I lost... Liu He heard this word, and a drop of blood fell between his eyebrows.

Liu He didn't think he was wrong, and he didn't think that the master would be wrong. He couldn't help but think of the final scene, his sword intent suppressed all the sword intent of this woman with the posture of a king. But in the end, when he launched the winning blow, his own seal was suddenly broken, and the opponent's sword intent was accumulated, but instead he took the opportunity and took himself a step faster.

That red light...

"Are you a member of the magic way?" Liu He's expression suddenly slammed.

Lu Jiajia also frowned slightly and said, "You want to find a reason to kill me?"

Liu He stared at her, his thoughts only flashed past, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

But the speaker was unintentional. Hearing intentionally, when the four characters in the magic way came out, many people in the building had already drawn their swords.

Lu Jiajia looked at them, disappointed: "This is Jiange?"

Liu He took a deep look at her, stretched out his hand, and pressed down the other people’s swords. He said, "Girl, don’t get me wrong. The battle for sword intent is my underestimate. If you meet him in the future, I hope you can I really divide the victory and defeat."

Lu Jia married: "No."

Speaking, she stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the fifth floor.

Liu He turned around to watch Lu get married. He was willing to go upstairs earlier, first because he was curious about her sword and spirit, and second because...

"Jiange still lacks a fourteen disciple." Liu He suddenly spoke. The overtone is self-evident.

This is a great opportunity. No matter how strong this woman is in the Purple Court Realm, how could she give up her identity as a disciple of the Sword Saint because of a fight of will?

The people present listened, and there was infinite jealousy in their hearts.

But this woman, who surprised everyone, made another unexpected decision.

Lu Jia married: "Thank you Jiange for your kindness, I have learned from my teacher."

"Who is your master?" Liu He asked.

Lu married married without answering, and left on his own.

Liu He looked at her leaving back, until her white clothes disappeared in the corridor, and the woman did not look back.

The first time he received such a neglect, he smiled without anger, and shook his head slightly after a while: "It's a pity."

A lot of pity.

After Lu Jiajia left, everyone looked at Liu He, a little at a loss.

One of them said: "Mr. Seven, I am willing to keep the matter of today secret, and I will never ruin the face of Jiange."

The others agreed.

Liu He looked at the lotus in the water and smiled faintly: "No, Jiange disciple's aura is not so small."

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In the chess building, Ning Changjiu looked at the gray-haired old man, watching his faint breathing, and said: "I can't win this chess. If you have any doubts, I can show you to the dragon. Mother asked."

The old man leaned back in the chair without answering, as if he was asleep.

Ning Changjiu looked at the chess game on the table for a while, he slowly got up and said, "Farewell, sir."

The old man spoke slowly: "Don't lose."

This is the last thing he said.

Ning Changjiu nodded and agreed.

He went up to the fifth floor.

Each building has eight floors.

He walked to the fifth floor, and the rest of the people had already taken their seats. The only chess table, where the man was waiting with tea, looked quite patient.

Ning Changjiu sat down opposite him.

"I know you." He just sat down, and the man said.

Ning Changjiu looked at him suspiciously.

The person on the opposite side was a gentleman with a graceful smile and a gentle smile. He said: "We were on the same ship on the Haiyuelou ship. I was fortunate to have witnessed the sword of the son. It was extraordinary and unforgettable, son. With such skill, I don’t know why I didn’t go to the Jianlou and came to the Chess Tower."

Ning Changjiu was still thinking about the previous game of chess. He didn't want to answer this meaningless question, so he grabbed the chess piece and said: "Guess first."

The man was not annoyed, and continued: "Do you know the cause of the storm on the boat?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know."

He took two pieces and placed them on the chessboard, and smiled: "That's not an ordinary boat."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly. It is not surprising that there are hundreds of bodies of little girls on ordinary boats.

He released his hand, five chess pieces, odd numbers.

The man tapped his brain with a folding fan, and regretted: "Guessed wrong."

Put a seat on the plate, and Ning Changjiu will go ahead.

Although Ning Changjiu did not respond, the man said to himself, "If it were put in a few decades ago, how could anyone have the courage to move the ship of the dragon mother and mother..."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

He smiled, introduced himself, and gathered the sound into a thread: "It is true that he is called Zhuo Yuan, the master of chess, the Yuan of Tian Yuan, the member of the Dianhuan Sect."

Dianhuan Sect is one of the eight great divine sects of Middle-earth, not far from the sea country, and its status is detached.

Ning Changjiu also heard a little about this.

It is said that as the name suggests, the Taoism cultivated by the sect is to provoke the vision of the world, with the body as the element, wrapped in the wrath of the sky, and burst out a set of fist and sword moves that destroy the dryness and shake the sky. Zongmen.

This person who looks like the son of your family doesn't quite match the image of the Dianhuan Sect.

Ning Changjiu said: "Your clan also plays chess?"

Zhuo Yuan said: "Occasionally, I will play, but they are all stinky pieces, meaningless."

Ning Changjiu narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's so interesting?"

Zhuo Yuan is straightforward: "

I want to entrust you to kill someone. "

Ning Changjiu looked up at him: "Why don't you kill a special assassin? Isn't the organization called Killing King Court famous among you?"

Zhuo Yuan said: "What I want to kill is the people who killed the royal court."

Ning Changjiu frowned, smiled immediately, and refused: "I'm not a killer."

Zhuo Yuan said: "I just asked casually. If you promise the best, it's just...if you don't agree, then this game of chess, I can't let you."

Ning Changjiu smiled indifferently.

He can feel that the opponent is very powerful, but he believes that no one in the building can beat himself at this moment.

After playing chess with the old man, his chess has also entered a new realm.

Both are confident.

At first, Zhuo Yuan just sat in a chair casually, sometimes talking and laughing. Then, his back could not help being straightened, his brows wrinkled a little bit, and the smile on his face began to stiffen.

Ning Changjiu's move was quick and jaw-dropping. At least he dared to make a move after thinking for a long time. Ning Changjiu clicked it in the blink of an eye.

Since Zhuo Yuan had already played Haikou, he did not dare to lose too much momentum, and his chess was much faster either intentionally or unintentionally.

But it's quick to mess around.

"Brother Zhuo don't have to let me." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhuo Yuan's face was slightly gloomy, and said: "Take this order, there are great benefits, you will know about it later."

Ning Changjiu said: "It didn't take long for me to get married."

Zhuo Yuan understands the meaning of his words. People who are just married always like peace and stability.

He stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on playing chess. The situation on the board now is very delicate. He believes that as long as he manages every step of the way, it won't be too difficult to win this game.

The two alternately move.

The sound of falling sons is clear and crisp.

Zuo Yuan's movements are getting slower and slower.

After a long test, Zhuo Yuan fell behind.

Ning Changjiu had hardly any thoughts, closed his eyes and threw a chess piece up.

Zhuo Yuan looked at the chessboard, Daoxin collapsed a little, he knew he was powerless.

Three Eyes and Half Chess...This number looks small, but it is already a big win on the board.

"Who on earth are you?" Zhuo Yuan asked.

Ning Changjiu was too lazy to answer and got upstairs.

Zhuo Yuan didn't give up, saying: "If you want to agree, you can come to Dianhuan Sect to find me, then..."

Ning Changjiu is already on the sixth floor.

Jianlou's competition is much faster than Qilou.

Lu Jiajia consumed a lot of sword intent in the battle with Liu He, and she was also worried about whether she could finish the eighth floor.

But she found that even those who had the opportunity to compete with her weak self deliberately gave up.

The next third floor, she walked through without much effort.

She suddenly understood that because she had won the sword pavilion, other people would not dare to win herself.

The leader of the Jianlou was doomed when he was on the fourth floor.

On the eighth floor, Lu Jiajia was rewarded by the leader of the Jianlou. It was a small and delicate small sword that was almost critical, with the totem of Xuanze engraved on the hilt.

She brought this sword downstairs, and then went to the inner hall of the Caijuanxian Palace with it to see the Dragon Mother Empress, who could get a lot of wealth and ask the Dragon Mother a question.

She knew that Ning Changjiu's chess hadn't played well, so she wanted to wait for a while under the chess building.

Under the sword tower, someone was waiting for her.

In the evening, Liu He was dressed in black, holding a sword, and standing at the door of the sword tower, and didn't walk over until she appeared.

When Lu Jiajia saw him coming, he frowned and asked: "Are you still going to a showdown with me?"

Liu He shook his head and said: "No, I just found out that I forgot to ask your name."

Lu Jia married: "Why should I tell you?"

Liu Hedao: "The sword tower is more than the sword. You win and upright, I am convinced that I lose. It is a pity that you do not want to be my sword pavilion disciple, but even so, I still want to make friends with you."

Liu He's words were gentle and sincere. Although he was repeatedly rejected by this woman, he still didn't believe that a sword repairer could refuse Jiange's continuous goodwill.

Lu Jiajia straightforwardly said: "No."

"Why?" Liu He frowned.

Without waiting for Lu Jiajia to answer, a little girl suddenly ran over with tears. When she got close to Lu Jiajia, the soles of her feet slipped and fell. Lu Jiajia quickly supported her and said: "Why are you awake?"

The little girl wiped her eyes and cried and said, "Mother, mother, I didn’t know how to fall asleep just now. After waking up, I found that you and Daddy were gone. I looked for a long time and didn’t find you. I was about to die. Xiaoyue, I thought you don’t want me anymore..."

Lu Jiajia said softly and comforted: "Before you smelled the flowers without stopping, you accidentally fascinated the flowers. I saw that you were sleeping soundly and didn't wake you up. Your father has already smashed the flowers. Let him go to the Dragon Mother Niangniang to ask for an explanation."

The little girl gave a weak voice, and nodded suspiciously: "Mother, it's okay if you don't want me."

On the side, Liu He could no longer suppress his emotions, and his brows were almost frowned.

"This is...your daughter?" He already asked knowingly.

Previously, when he saw Lu Jiajia on the first floor, he gave a startled glance, and the stone-like sword heart loosened. This feeling became stronger after his defeat. He originally thought it was fate, but never thought ...

Liu He looked at the little girl, wondering how could a daughter born to such a fairy be so plain? How ugly should her husband be?

Liu He has the urge to vomit blood. He felt that he had never been so aggrieved in his life.

Why would the Jiange disciple walk the world like this?

Sword Servant looked at his son, and sighed slightly, thinking that even a person like the son could not escape this barrier?

The little girl even worsened the situation and said: "Mother, let's go, ignore this person who is not as good-looking as Daddy."

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Ancient Lingzong, Linggu.

One day has passed.

The night is over.

The deep gorge of Linggu is full of barren hills and old forests, which hide countless ferocious beasts. The darker the night, the more dangerous it becomes.

Following this blade-seeking instruction, Ning Xiaoling found a fish hook in a cave guarded by water spirits. This is a hook specially used for fishing evil spirits in the water.

Ning Xiaoling stuffed the hook into the cloth bag, patted the broken knife in her hand, and praised: "You are really a treasured sword."

Next, she found something distressing-the cloth bag sent by the ancient Lingzong was too small.

This cloth bag is supported by nearly twenty pieces of spirit treasures, bulging high, and if there is another big object, I have to hold it in my hand.

Hey, Gu Lingzong is also a famous sect at any rate, so it's a little too thoughtful to think about things.

If only I could have another bag.

Ning Xiaoling thought so.

She passed through a barren ruin and headed in the direction pointed by Broken Sword.

She wants to find as many spirit treasures as possible before the Linggu Grand Competition ends. After all, as long as she finds her, she will be her brother’s pocketbook, and of course her own is his brother’s!

Ning Xiaoling was thinking about it distractedly, and suddenly, a call for help came from a distance.

She quickened her pace immediately, and the figure walking with a knife cut through the weeds, and in a blink of an eye she came dozens of feet away.

I saw in the distance, a red shadow fell from the cliff. After the shadow fell, it began to run wildly. Behind him, a man in a green suit chased him.

"Sister, don’t run away,

Hand over Lingbao. "The man in green clothes pushed her to a desperate situation.

The little girl in the red dress fell to the ground, clutching the cloth bag in her arms, lying on the ground, trying her best to get up, and said: "This is what I found...You must not take it away..."

The man in green clothes looked at her and sighed: "Junior sister should take the initiative on her own. Don't force her to do it."

The little girl in the red dress clutched it tightly. She turned her head back, glanced at the green clothes on the man, and said: "I won't give you such an ugly person!"

The man laughed and said: "What do you know, this is the safest to wear, this is worn in the desert, this is worn on the rock wall, this is worn in the water..."

Speaking, he only took out the coats he prepared in advance one by one... After all, magic weapons are not allowed to be worn indiscriminately, and clothes are not restricted.

Man said: "Junior sister, you just dress too conspicuously, otherwise I won't be able to spot you."

The little girl in the red dress also regretted a little, she choked up and said: "You are shamelessly perverted!"

The man approached her step by step.

Next, he stopped in front of the girl, and then fell into a daze.

The girl in the red dress was startled, and then she saw a girl standing behind the man. The girl was wearing a white dress with a face that was thousands of miles away from the iceberg, but her face was so cute Reach out and rub.

The girl in the red dress looked at her with an inexplicable affection.

Besides Linggu, she had seen this white skirt girl in the team before. At that time, she still disliked her dressing well, but now she looked like a fairy descending to the earth.

The girl looked at her and thanked Dade: "Thank you, senior sister, what is your name... Are you here to save me..."

Ning Xiaoling answered her name briefly, then opened the kit of the man who was temporarily stunned by her, and sent him directly out of the valley.

Next, she reached out to the girl in the red dress.

The girl who fell on the ground looked at the outstretched Qianqianyu hand, very moved, and also handed out her own hand.

The two hands are staggered.

Ning Xiaoling snatched the Lingbao she was protecting.

"??" The girl in the red skirt was startled, her eyes widened, and then she realized that where is this coming to rescue me, it is clearly a more domineering robber!

"You...you..." The girl felt that she was really paying her wrong, and she looked at her with tears in her eyes, wanting to verbally criticize her.

Next, an even stranger scene happened.

I saw this little girl who claimed to be Ning Xiaoling, and she looked at the bell in her cloth bag for a while. It was a bell whose tongue was pulled out, and the shaking sound could only be heard by ghosts and gods.

Ning Xiaoling showed a look of disgust.

"I'll take this, and return this to you." She took the cloth bag and threw the bell back to the girl.

The girl looked at the bell in her hand, and her heart was hit like never before.

"How can you bully people like this!" She said angrily: "If you have the ability, don't give me anything!"

Ning Xiaoling looked at her and was silent for a while.

The girl quickly gripped the bell tightly: "I...I was joking."

"Thanks a lot."

Ning Xiaoling got an extra cloth bag and felt a lot more relaxed, turning around and leaving.

"This...what kind of disciple did the ancient Lingzong collect?" The girl in the red skirt collapsed a little.

Ning Xiaoling went all the way, stepping into one area after another in the Rift Valley, searching for Lingbao like a carpet.

Soon, the empty cloth bag was filled with a small amount of things.

The next treasure hunt is not much rugged.

She met another pair of brothers and sisters along the way, but unfortunately these brothers and sisters were poor, and they didn't rob them of anything.

When she left, she listened to the brother comforting the younger sister: "Don't worry, when we find the other three brothers in the Nether line, we must teach this dead girl a good lesson."

After a day of hard work, Ning Xiaoling is already a Linggu tyrant. The brothers and sisters who had been robbed by her also spread her deeds after encountering them. Now, her deterrence has even become Beyond the bright corridor.

After all, Ming Corridor is an upright big disciple no matter what, and he can't do such an obscene act of robbing people and treasures.

It was almost midnight.

Ning Xiaoling was looking for the treasure enthusiastically, and suddenly, the broken knife in her hand lit up again.

This time the light is brighter than before.

Ning Xiaoling thought about it for a moment, and immediately thought of a certain possibility—the first-ranked strange treasure is about to appear!

Thinking of this, her spirit tightened.

Isn't Minglang yet to find it?

She worked so hard before, trying to win by quantity, but the strongest spirit treasure is worth dozens of ordinary spirit treasures...

Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate anymore, and ran directly to the place where the blade pointed.

Ning Xiaoling crossed a rocky valley and crossed an old forest. In front of him was a huge dry river bed. The river bed was deep, filled with colorful poisonous fog below, and across the top. A broken bridge.

The moonlight beyond Linggu melted here, and the broken bridge seemed to be wrapped in yarn, and a part of it disappeared in the mist as if it led to hell.

Ning Xiaoling stopped outside the broken bridge for a while. She had seen similar scenes in Linhe City, and she was no stranger to this.

She walked onto the broken bridge and cut away the mist shrouded in darkness with a knife.

The eyes are gradually becoming clearer.

She walked across the seemingly weird bridge, and nothing strange happened.

Behind the Naihe Bridge is a maze of woods. Ning Xiaoling easily passed through the woods with the guidance. After the woods, there is another huge ruin.

This relic is even more complete than the Palace of Medicine King.

But its style is different from the old site of Fengdu.

"White Snake Temple?" Ning Xiaoling read the huge words on the snow-white palace.

She didn't move on.

Because Broken Blade suddenly emits alternating red lights—that's a sign of danger.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the remnant of the White Snake Temple, and was hesitating. Suddenly, the door of the Temple opened, and a disciple with blood on his body staggered out of it, his face was still in shock. Lulu, only a few steps after leaving the gate of the hall, he saw Ning Xiaoling and quickly waved to her.

"Quick... come and help!" The disciple shouted at Ning Xiaoling, holding a broken sword.

Ning Xiaoling hurriedly walked over and asked: "What's the matter?"

"In...inside, cough, cough, cough." The man coughed out a mouthful of blood, and said: "There is a white snake in it, and there is a younger brother and younger sister in it... younger sister, you came just right, that white snake has been killed We are in desperation. They confronted each other inside. I was hurt the most, so I came out to find a helper first..."

Ning Xiaoling frowned and said: "White snake?"

"Yes, a feathered snake with black feathers and white scales is alive. It is said that it is a descendant of a variant of Quetzalcoatl. It is very powerful... But fortunately, Brother Minglang came in time and saved the situation." The man said, "Sister, you The realm should be good, we went back together and cut off the white snake."

Ning Xiaoling looked at her black blade. Because of the presence of outsiders, the black blade did not shine.

She looked at the deep White Snake Palace, and looked at this disciple distrustfully: "You go in first."

In order to dispel her doubts, the disciple turned and walked back to the temple.

Ning Xiaoling just followed in.

In the depths of the hall, a white feathered snake is lying on the ground, its scales are **** and dying.

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