Beyond the Divine States Chapter 261: : Biting

"My name is Qu Wu, and I am in the spirit of Kai Ling. The sound of snakes crying in this gorge was kept ringing, and many disciples were drawn over... It is also strange to say, I have never heard of this place in the past. What's the White Snake Palace?" The disciple who claimed to be Qu Wu was using spiritual power to heal the wound, while leading Ning Xiaoling to the depths of the palace.

Ning Xiaoling, holding the humble broken knife and carrying a swollen cloth bag, walked beside him to listen to him, and nodded gently.

She never heard that Mr. Ling talked about the White Snake Temple or something.

But this temple not only exists, it is also very big, as big as the Palace of Medicine King.

There was no light in the temple, and it was dark. Ning Xiaoling opened his sword eyes and found that on both sides of the road leading to the depths of the temple, the walls were full of traces of scales.

In the walls, there are frescoes and huge troughs. In the stone troughs lined up are naked figures of feathered snakes. The figures do not distinguish between men and women, with a sly and holy beauty, and there are many others on the sides. The end of the entrance is deep, and you can't see the bottom at a glance.

Ning Xiaoling glanced at those places.

Qu Wu said: "We have already explored here when Ming Corridor did not come."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Then what's this here?"

Qu Wu replied: "We speculate that the water in the underground yellow spring has risen, and the nether aura is abundant enough, but the bridge has changed, so it should lead to the other end of the valley, but connected to the nether."

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised: "Can I go back like this?"

Qu Wudao: "We have tried, and we can go back from the Naihe Bridge."

Ning Xiaoling feels a little relieved.

The deeper the hall, the more the **** smell became stronger.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the almost black blood on the ground, her expression a little condensed.

Qu Wu’s injury was temporarily suppressed, he wiped the blood from his forehead, and said: "I thought these feathered snakes were just legends, but I didn't expect that they actually existed in the world. Fortunately, the feathered snakes just recovered. It’s still relatively weak, otherwise we might all have to die here..."

"Legend of Feathered Serpent?" Ning Xiaoling had seen Feathered Serpent. When Mrs. Bai made a desperate bet and smashed into Huangquan to cook herself with a red moon, she turned into a White-Bone Feathered Serpent, the terror of walking through the night The beauty makes her unforgettable.

Qu Wu wondered: "Have you never heard of it?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said: "I am a disciple from Tianzong Yujian. I have only been here for half a year, and many things are still unclear."

Qu Wu nodded, and said: "So...It is said that Lord Mingjun's body is a feather snake, but with black scales and white feathers, after Mingjun's death, the yin and yang are reversed, and his scales have turned into countless young feather snakes. , Most of them died in the boiling yellow spring water, and the ones who survived were white scales and black feathers. They were scattered in every corner of the world, symbolizing revenge. Our husband told us that Lord Mingjun will one day Coming back..."

Ning Xiaoling snorted, and the beautiful appearance of a feather snake naturally appeared in her mind.

She originally thought it was just her imagination out of thin air, but she didn't expect it to come true soon.

In the depths of the hall, the fire was burning.

A giant feathered snake with snow-white scales entangled in the center, and the ridges covering the body are rugged and hard. Its snake pupils are faintly golden, and the bright red letters under the kiss scales are vomiting, and its back is as dark as ever. The night's feather dripped with scarlet blood, covering its body gently and tiredly.

It kept tossing its body, knocking the wall behind it to collapse, and above it, a man in white was flying at high speed with his sword, slashing sword qi towards the feathered snake.

The feathered snake is surrounded by four or five practitioners, all of whom are attracted by the whistle of the white snake.

"Come back so fast?" Someone asked in surprise.

"Well, I just met this junior sister." Qu Wu replied.

The disciple tried to destroy the scales of the feather snake while slashing the sword, and asked: "Junior sister came just right, you go to attack its tail, be careful, and follow the lead of Senior Brother Minglang!"

Ning Xiaoling looked at the feathered snake, her heart throbbed, and she asked: "Why kill it? Isn't the feathered snake the **** of our sect?"

The disciple explained: "This is the snake that Shizu suppressed in the Valley of the White Snake God, a betrayer... Now somehow escaped..."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Why don't you inform the uncle of them..."

After saying this, she immediately realized that these disciples should have spirit treasures on them more or less, and they were reluctant to leave with the kit, because using the kit is equivalent to abstaining, and the spirit treasures are uncountable.

"Don't talk nonsense! Believe the brother, let's kill it together... Qu Wu, you are too injured, take a rest first." The senior said quickly: "This snake is also a monster, first

I felt sick and dying before, and suddenly went crazy again..."

Qu Wu nodded. He clutched his chest and sat on the ground with a pale face. The broken sword was thrown aside. He was accidentally smashed to the ground by the feathered snake's wings and is still vomiting. blood.

The brothers and sisters are all fighting, but Ning Xiaoling is not willing to hurt the snake deep in her heart. She is forced to rush up aggressively, slashing with a sword, and making up for it.

The brother gave her a look and curiously said: "By the way, sister, what is the big bag on your back?"

Ning Xiaoling hurriedly said: "Oh, this is a spirit fruit, I have picked more, hungry..."

Senior brother nodded. He looked at the opponent's soft sword aura, guessing that the opponent's realm should be low, so he kindly warned: "Yes, sister, kill this feathered snake afterwards, you have to be careful after you go out Some, there is someone who is about your age. It seems to be Ning Xiaoling. It is said that she has robbed a lot of disciples’ treasures. The method is very cruel. You have to be careful."

"..." Ning Xiaoling was silent for a moment, and said: "Thank you for your reminder, brother, I will pay attention."

They slashed around the feathered snake. Although they smashed or peeled off many white belly scales from time to time, the damage to the feathered snake was limited after all, and the real main battlefield was on the upper side.

The Ming Corridor is like a real feather snake, he is dexterously changing his figure in the air, and the sky of the purple court makes his attack in a small area seem to flicker.

The feathered snake has been scarred under the long-term siege, and its vibrating wings can hardly support its huge body.

Under everyone’s soft and hard blisters, the ancient creatures that used to be fierce, but now only half a step in the purple court, threw the spindle-shaped head, opened the blood basin and screamed in pain, it hit the temple’s The wall, instinctively wanted to escape, pressing the wall of the temple was too thick, it actually smashed its own scales a lot.

There is no head-on confrontation in the Ming Corridor. Although his realm is higher than this feathered snake, the realm of ancient creatures cannot be measured in popular sense. In the initial battle, he also suffered a lot.

If it hadn't been for this stupid feathered snake to swallow the number one treasure and escape, he would not choose to confront it head-on.

Along the way, he probably found four spirit treasures.

Although these four spiritual treasures are not vulgar, they are dispensable to him. He has promised that when he gets the number one treasure, it will transfer these four spiritual treasures. Bao distributed it to others as a reward for helping the feathered snake.

During the melee, Ning Xiaoling's eyes were always on the feathered snake.

She found that this feathered snake was not quite right. There was no logic in its battle. All attacks were based on the most primitive instincts. This is not in line with the legendary feathered snake race with high intelligence...

Is it suppressed for too long, and now this feathered snake has become a walking dead?

She was thinking like this. In the sky, thunder blew up, and the sword light suddenly appeared like a purple electric current, hanging down.

On the walls on both sides, overflowing electric wires climbed up like spider webs, sputtering a lot of dust.

Sword Qi fell in the air.

That is the sword of Ming Corridor.

He has been in the air for a long time. During the time when the feather snake was mad, he avoided its sharp edge. Now that the feather snake is showing its decline again, his sword fell without hesitation.

Several air currents fell with the purple thunder and lightning, and the edge of the thunder and lightning was faintly black.

The sword of the Ming Corridor slashed on the scales of the white snake, bursting out a series of purple and red intersecting sparks. His body stepped on the body of the snake, pressing it down, and the white snake opened its blood basin and wanted Flap the wings to shoot down the parasite that is stuck at seven inches.

But the other disciples also rushed forward. They also no longer conceal their strength. They used a variety of methods together. Steel hit the feathered snake that had recently broken its seal, and the snake feathers and broken scales screamed. Splashing in.

Minglang sticks the sword in its body.

Strength is instilled into the arm.

With a sneer, the sword sank into the snake's flesh and blood.

The scream of the white snake is heartbreaking.

The temple trembled, and the grief of the snake turned into a gale.

Ning Xiaoling's figure was shaken by the shaking tail of the snake.

Above, the Ming Corridor has been stabbed like a snake with a sword, dragging it to the side, directly piercing the feathered snake.

The creature that belonged to the descendants of King Ming collapsed like this.

The figure falls on the Ming Corridor.

He looked at the sword in his hand and then at the huge corpse on the ground, feeling unreality.

This feathered snake is not very powerful. If Shishu and the others came, they would have killed it long ago. Why did they choose to suppress it in the White Snake Valley?

Xu is too old, the uncles have forgotten about it.

After pondering for a while, he took out the sword, quenched the sharp sword energy, cut open the feathered snake's abdomen, and took out the top-ranking spirit treasure—the soul-calling banner.

This hoisting banner is completely different from those used by the crooks on the rivers and lakes.

As long as it is waving, it can attract all the evil spirits within a radius of hundreds of miles, and make them obey their instructions. When the flags are dancing at night, the wind and wind will move and the scene will be spectacular.

Ming Corridor burned with the sword and fired to the disgusting slime brought out from the belly of the feathered serpents on the spirit banner.

He looked at the brand new homing banner, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Congratulations, Brother Minglang." The other disciples also congratulated.

Here in the Linggu Grand Competition, the leader is destined to be in the bright corridor.

No one noticed that Ning Xiaoling kept staring at the homing banner, and even swallowed secretly.

But Ning Xiaoling also knows herself. If she wants to be an enemy of Minglang, if she wants to be an enemy of Minglang, she is like giving up the spirit treasure that she has accumulated like a little squirrel.

Of course, if those disciples who had been robbed by her heard about it, they would definitely have an angry question about the cute title of little squirrel.

Minglang turned around and said: "This hunting, everyone is also indispensable. This is the spiritual treasure that I promised you."

He distributed the four spirit treasures to the four disciples.

The disciples thanked me.

This time the killing of the feather snake should be considered a great achievement.

Ming Gallery looked at Ning Xiaoling and apologized: "I only found four of them. I will go out later, and I will find another one for you."

The other disciples admired the "only" in his mouth. After all, the most found in history, but only five. But Ning Xiaoling didn't feel any violation. She even waved her hand and comforted: "It's still in the middle of the night, brother should be able to find more."

"..." Everyone looked at Ning Xiaoling, thinking that this little girl was indeed a fledgling girl, and she was too ignorant.

Ning Xiaoling realized that something was wrong, and she immediately tightened some cloth bags.

This cloth bag has the function of isolating aura. The elders designed such a bag to prevent unprovoked fighting among the disciples as much as possible. After all, looting is much easier than searching.

Qu Wu, who was sitting at the side, also got a Lingbao. He said: "I didn't do much, but I got one too. I feel ashamed."

Ming Corridor: "You are the most injured, you deserve it."

Qu Wu smiled, he suddenly looked at Ning Xiaoling, looked at the broken knife in her hand, and said with interest: "Junior sister, can you show me the knife in your hand?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "No."

Qu Wu smiled helplessly: "Junior Sister is too stingy."

Ning Xiaoling hummed a bit. This is her rarest weapon right now.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the broken sword in his hand and felt familiar for no reason. She asked, "Can you show me your broken sword?"

Qu Wu is very generous: "Of course you can."

Ning Xiaoling took the broken sword, she placed it in her hand and looked at it for a while, touching the gap with her finger, and let out a soft hey.

Ming Corridor turned and looked at the feathered snake, thinking about what to do with the feathered snake's body.

Ning Xiaoling's pupils shrank slightly...This gap seemed to fit the broken sword she picked up!

White Snake Valley...White Snake God Valley...

She flashed back to her memories of the battle that was almost forgotten by her.

At that time, there was a battle in the White Snake Valley. Although the traces of the battle were there, the people disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fragment of a broken sword.

"Junior Brother Qu Wu, is this the first time you have seen this snake?" Ning Xiaoling asked pretendingly and calmly.

Qu Wu nodded and said: "Of course, I'm coming later than the two seniors."

Ning Xiaoling said softly, and a terrible thought appeared in her mind.

She slowly raised her head, hesitated for a moment, or asked: "Brother, can you show me your kit bag?"

Qu Wu squinted his eyes slightly: "Kids bag? What do you ask this for?"

"I just..." Ning Xiaoling was still organizing her words, and suddenly, her expression changed drastically.

"Be careful!" Ning Xiaoling exclaimed.

It's too late.

There was another sneer.

Minglang lowered his head and saw a sword pierced out of his chest.

That is a white bone sword.

Qu Wu is standing behind him.

The bone sword slipped out of his sleeve.