Beyond the Divine States Chapter 262: : Temple war demon

All this happened suddenly.

When the bone sword pierced Ming Corridor's body, Ming Corridor was looking at the feathered snake's body, confirming that it did not have any vitality, thinking about the follow-up treatment, and his heartstrings relaxed.

It was this slight relaxation that made him not react to the sword behind him.

Even if he had expected that the same door might fight for treasure, but if he was seriously injured, he would be tested by the kit and disqualified directly. So he didn't worry too much.

The colic feels like twisting a fleshy knife, tearing his chest apart. This sword pierced precisely into the part of the sea of ​​qi, the sea of ​​qi was broken, and the spiritual power collapsed. This was a short-term irreversible wound. In the screams of the bright corridor, the surging spiritual power set off a gale and blew it in all directions. .

"Brother, what are you doing?!" someone shouted.

Ning Xiaoling shouted: "He is not Quwu! Go away."

Ming Corridor didn’t hesitate, he was stuck on his upper body. It was a golden armored military commander. He seldom exposed his spirit before. Now he can no longer hide himself. When the golden armored military commander’s law emerged from the body, a whole body was pure. The black carp also jumped out. The carp looked like it was painted with ink, and the space of the body trembled after a shock.

This is the innate spirit of Ming Corridor.

At the moment of life and death, the spirit of the military commander who leaned like an acquired spirit jumped out together with the innate spirit black carp and slammed into Quwu.

The realm of Quwu couldn't reach the height of crushing. He also temporarily avoided his sharp edge, retracted the left and right squares of the bone sword to go to the bright corridor for an explosive attack. Pieces of white scales volleyed in front of him, forming a formation. The shield armour absorbs all the counterattacks from Ming Corridor.

Ming Corridor was holding his chest. He had no time to heal his injury, so he had to temporarily stop the leakage of the sea of ​​qi with a tough method. He quickly turned around, and when he turned around, he drew his sword at the same time. Most of the inner hall has been flooded.

Qu Wu did not give in. He cut through the oncoming air currents, and then charged a sword to stab forward. The sword energy turned into a white snake's python, opening his blood basin and rushing towards the bright corridor.

In the middle of the two, the void collapsed. The white and black light hit and entangled, and in the strong wind that blew, the other disciples hurriedly retreated, forming a magic circle to protect their own safety.

A little girl was frightened by everything that happened at this moment. She stared at the white snake and stood there, trembling, unable to take a step.

The chivalrous Ning Xiaoling rushed over, grabbed the girl's waist before the airflow arrived, and pulled her to the back, instantly forming a sword field in front of the two of them.

After the shock wave of sword energy passed, the little girl reacted. She hugged Ning Xiaoling's arm and said: "Thank you...thank you."

Ning Xiaoling glanced behind her, she bit her lip lightly, and said, "Great grace does not say thank you...So, you help me look at these things. Although they are not spirit treasures, they are also very important things. Lost! Did you hear that!"

The little girl thought to herself that although she was not courageous, she was not stupid. How could it be a Lingbao in this cloth bag so bulging?

"Okay!" The little girl agreed.

Ning Xiaoling untied the hair tie, tied the big cloth bag tightly, and handed it to the girl.

The girl took the cloth bag and yelled, "Why is it so heavy."

"All in all, I am optimistic. You are not allowed to open it or give it to others, otherwise I will beat you." Ning Xiaoling seriously ordered.

The girl pulled this big bag, wondering if there are any precious minerals in this Linggu? Others are here to hunt for treasure, you are here to mine... This little senior sister is really a different way.

She nodded.

Ning Xiaoling turned around.

Behind him, the aftermath of the collision has ended.

The Ming Corridor was defeated and hit by a bullet against the wall. The military commander and the black fish broke together, and as his figure slowly slipped off, he fell into the remains of the feathered snake. Fortunately, the feathered snake had really died, otherwise he would be buried in the snake's belly immediately.

Qu Wu stood on the stone steps, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and smiled slightly.

The Ming Corridor is the Purple Court Realm, and he has just stepped back into the Purple Court.

"Who on earth are you...?" Minglang's **** hand supported the scales of the snake, and he got up with difficulty, the sea of ​​qi was painful like a hand pressing on the heavenly spirit cover.

"It is a white snake."

Ning Xiaoling's voice sounded.

She has pulled out the broken blade in her hand, and the edge of the blade is pointed in the direction Qu Wu is standing.

White snake?

The rest of the disciples hiding by the wall, thinking about advancing and retreating, were in awe.

Qu Wu looked at Ning Xiaoling, he did not rush to attack, put away his sword, smiled and asked, "I'm curious, how did you see it?"

Ning Xiaoling stared at him, looking for flaws in his movements, and explained in a hurry: "When I passed by the White Snake Valley, I happened to hear a short sound of battle, but I found the place where the battle took place. At that time, there was only a pool of blood there. I searched for it and only found a small cutting blade. There was nothing else."

"I guessed at the time that a disciple encountered an attack there, was defeated in one blow, and then opened the kit and escaped from Linggu...but I just found out that your broken sword and I picked it up. It just fits together."

"With the cultivation base you showed, it is impossible to walk out of the White Snake God Valley without a trace... You are the demon spirit of the White Snake. You have taken Qu Wu's broken sword and disguised as him, but the tips Can’t pretend. Of course, the first thing that made me suspicious was that when you killed the feathered snake, you had been vomiting blood. It was obvious that when you left the hall, your injury was not so severe, but later you were recovering, and the injury was more serious. Up."

Ning Xiaoling said calmly.

Everyone looked at each other as they listened, and they immediately thought that the feathered snake's brain was swallowed by a brain-eating worm. Its attack was illogical and it ran like a headless fly.

It turned out that this feathered snake abandoned his body and disguised himself as a young man!

The real devil was so close to them... everyone's backs were chilly.

Qu Wu looked at her, reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, smiled and said: "You are very smart, you have said so much, do you want to delay Minglang time for him to recover? Oh, don't be foolish, he He’s wounds can’t be recovered after ten days and a half... Ah, no, I can recover tonight, because the body will not be injured."

The blade in Ning Xiaoling's hand lit up with red light. She stared at Qu Wu and said coldly: "I still don't understand. I was only suspicious of you before. Even if you say it, you can explain why you suddenly started it. Make a fish to death and break the net? Although you are in the Purple Court realm, it is not difficult for the elders of the ancient spirit sect to kill you."

Qu Wu said: "Originally, I wanted to keep pretending to be, and I would try to escape after leaving Linggu, but..."

He stared at Ning Xiaoling with a faint expression: "But you appeared."

"Me?" Ning Xiaoling was puzzled.

Qu Wu looked at the broken blade in her hand, sighed, and said: "Sometimes I am really not sure, which of the gods hung down on me and sent all the vitality to me on the same day. In front of..."

Ning Xiaoling squeezed the broken blade in her hand tightly.

On the slender broken blade, the scarlet light resembles a lantern lit in the underworld.

Qu Wu looked at the light of the broken blade, like a homesick looking at the moon: "Do you know what you are holding?"

Ning Xiaoling gently shook her head, she knew that this knife came from a good source.

Qu Wu laughed, his smile no longer resembled a human smile, but more like a snake's tail trembling in the dark night, making bursts of crying.

"This is one of Master Mingjun’s sabers...Shen Tu, although it is incomplete, thank you for pulling it out for me. After having it... Oh, except for that woman, No one can find me again."

……

Qu Wu's sharp laughter made the hall tremble. He looked at the corpse of the feathered snake lying on the ground, showing a look of sorrow.

That was my past self.

As long as he captures this broken blade, he can rewrite his own, brand-new legend.

This shrill laughter made the other four disciples shattered. One male disciple could hardly bear this kind of oppression and ran away outside the hall.

Some people even gave up the Linggu Contest and opened the kit to escape.

Qu Wu did not stop.

Because he knows that the Naihe Bridge is now a dead end, this palace is also hidden in the ghostly mist like the sea, and the connection between the kits and the outside has been cut clean.

This is a forbidden place, no one can escape.

Ning Xiaoling felt like she had returned to Linhe City.

But when I was in Linhe City, I was standing in front of my senior brother and sister Xiang'er. How do I feel safe? Now to my right is a corridor where he is seriously injured and unable to fight again, and behind him is hiding behind a big bag, like a hamster. The trembling girl, the other three disciples were so scared that their hearts and souls trembled and ran around and no longer had the will to fight.

Unconsciously, when the crisis came, I was already in the forefront.

"I don't know what Shentu is, but it uses famous hands, so I won't give it to you." Ning Xiaoling said calmly, her body, the sea of ​​qi whirls, the gushing spiritual power, the sword intent The air of the nether rushes through the body, which is magnificent.

Qu Wu didn't panic when he looked at her weather.

He knows that this girl's longevity is quite good, but his purple court is not ordinary.

The hall suddenly became empty.

The light lit up.

On the road when they came, the mist and water generally rushed up, surrounding them.

Ning Xiaoling smelled a hint of murder.

She no longer hesitated, her feet stepped back, her petite body collapsed into a bow, holding the blade in both hands, she slowly twisted her arm, retracted to the side of her right cheek, and the light of the blade drew her eyes. It also shines red.

Qu Wu held the bone sword and floated up.

The girl hiding behind the cloth bag only felt the light flashes in front of her eyes.

Ning Xiaoling's tight cheetah-like body suddenly started, the red light and white clothes dragged into a continuous afterimage, the blade held on the right side of the body rotated, and passed forward, the blade broke the wind, and the white slender airflow Spread like a spiral.

Her body is like a spear thrown!

Qu Wu flashed by a different color, instantly calming down.

Although Shentu is a peerless blade, it is a pity that this little girl has not yet mastered the method of using it.

When Ning Xiaoling held the Shentu broken blade in her hand, Qu Wu's figure suddenly moved, and the bone sword in her hand also swung out a continuous shadow. Qu Wu swung his sword and patted Ning Xiaoling's head.

The bone sword came fiercely, and Ning Xiaoling was forced to change his move halfway, and the sword in his right hand was flicked outwards, colliding with the cut bone sword.

In the crisp sound of the impact, the flames came out.

Ning Xiaoling smashed the bone sword. Although the tiger's mouth was numb, she still tried her best, holding the knife and smashing her head against Qu Wu.

Shen Tu's slender blade cut a blood-red arc in the air.

Qu Wu held the bone sword in the air to block it, and at the same time, the edge of his left sleeve slipped out and quietly stabbed Ning Xiaoling's lower abdomen.

Ning Xiaoling was keenly aware of the danger.

She shook her wrist and shook off the sword that was sticking to her blade, and at the same time, she withdrew slightly to avoid the sharp edge of the bone sword.

"You seem to have a familiar aura." Qu Wu narrowed his eyes as he watched where the sword fire disappeared.

Ning Xiaoling escaped a blow, tapped toe to the ground, shaking her clothes off her strength, she was engrossed, always searching for each other's flaws, she didn't even have the thought to speak.

Qu Wu said as he held the bone sword in his hand and waved his arm. The bone sword was like a revolving cross dart, struck Ning Xiaoling through a clever and sharp arc in the air.

Ning Xiaoling held Shentu and gathered it in front of her to block the blow.

The bone sword was bounced away again.

She took a small step back.

Too late to adjust his breath, Qu Wu controlled the flying bone sword with one hand, and flashed with the figure in the other hand, making a slashing movement.

In an instant, the two figures collided again.

Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes, holding the blade of her sword, and kept blocking from side to side. All she used were the moves she learned during the time when the sword was enchanted by Tianzong.

Although she has practiced the spirit skills and sword skills of the Ancient Lingzong assiduously, she can trust only those sword skills taught by masters and seniors in the real moment of life and death.

The sword and the knife collided quickly, and sparks burst into clusters amidst the sound of the impact.

Ning Xiaoling held a sigh of relief and mobilized almost all of her spirits. With the help of her sword eyes and consciousness, she intercepted the attack of Qu Wujian. The blades collided and screamed. Ning Xiaoling was in the chaos of the flames. Zhong Lian backed away, her shadow on the wall looked a little staggered.

Qu Wu showed a greedy smile while chasing, he screamed crazy: "It's this kind of aura...this is this kind of aura! You actually have the power of Mingjun scattered in your body...It's so pure, no wonder You can get this broken knife..."

Qu Wu's voice was piercing and sharp, Ning Xiaoling was too tired to resist or even couldn't hear clearly, only a few sharp syllable knives were cut, and the eardrums were sore.

The realm of the two is very different. Even if Ning Xiaoling uses all means, she can only make a temporary suppression. Qu Wu's response is not hurried. As long as she shows a slight decline, the storm-like blows will follow one after another. Up.

The clash of steel continued to sound, and Ning Xiaoling’s guarded sword wind was finally cut out of a gap. Qu Wu cut in with the sword, and the back of the sword hit Ning Xiaoling’s shoulder, directly hitting her figure. Flew out.

Ning Xiaoling suffered a severe pain in her right shoulder, almost unable to hold the blade.

"It's a pity." Qu Wu looked at her, smiled and handed the sword over: "You have an unimaginable great fortune, but it's a pity that you can't keep it, you can only keep it for me. Wedding dress!"

Ning Xiaoling's sword moves were exhausted in the continuous confrontation, and if they were used again, they would be easily deciphered, but in the life-and-death situation, her heartstrings were tense, and she couldn't recall other things in her mind.

Qu Wu floated up like a feather snake flying dexterously in the air.

It has been suppressed in the White Snake Valley for hundreds of years, and it has spent tremendous perseverance and endured endless pain before finally stripping away its divine consciousness from its body and turning it into an independent demon spirit.

Although this body is far less powerful than the scale-covered body of a feather snake, it is flexible enough to travel through the netherworld freely.

Qu Wu stepped in tightly, depleting her strength a little bit, just like what these human disciples were doing to their own body...killing strength, peeling scales and flesh, cruelly torture.

Of course, he doesn’t have much time at the moment. After all, there are a few monsters in the Ancient Lingzong. If they find out what’s happening here, they will have to give up all their efforts. He will quickly kill Ning Xiaoling and absorb it. The fragments of authority seize the blade of Shentu, escape into the veins of Huangquan, and escape to the sky along it.

The girl behind the cloth bag opened her bag and found that she couldn't leave at all. Despair emerged in her heart.

Listening to the sharp clash of the blade, she closed her ears tightly, her eyes peeked out quietly, and she glanced at Ning Xiaoling.

This little senior sister is indeed amazing, even if the realm is very different, but she still uses all kinds of weird sword moves and body skills to deal with him.

But everyone could see that it was only a matter of time before Ning Xiaoling was killed.

They also knew that if this junior sister was killed, it would be their turn next, but they were surrounded by the mist, and they couldn't have the courage to resist at all.

Ding!

Ning Xiaoling's body was lifted by the violent sword wind again.

She staggered to the ground, blood oozing from behind her white dress.

Her wrist was numb.

Qu Wu smiled indifferently, and the bone sword broke through the wind.

Squeak!

The white light flashed past and slammed into Qu Wu's front.

"Xiantian Spirit?" Qu Wu's expression was slightly different. He reacted and swung his sword horizontally at the trajectory of the Xiantian Spirit's sneak attack.

Xuehu jumped in the air and dodged, stepped on the blade, and with a kick, showed his claws and scratched his eyes.

Qu Wu's face changed.

This is not a change of expression, but a face that has changed from a human face to a snake face.

Iron-hard scales instantly covered my cheeks.

Xuehu's claws failed to break the armor, and then Qu Wu grabbed it, crushed it, turned it into dots of spiritual power, and flew back to Ning Xiaoling's purple courtyard.

Ning Xiaoling also felt that her innate spirit was so pitiful.

Since I was raised, I haven't encountered any normal opponents who can play.

Although the innate spirit bought her some time, it also allowed her to bear the backlash, which would not help the overall situation.

Qu Wuxuan danced with double-edged swords and rushed towards him.

Ning Xiaoling was hit back and forth, leaving many wounds on her body.

When Qu Wu was about to launch a fatal blow, a sword that looked like a gray line pierced toward the temple in the direction of the feathered snake's corpse.

Minglang pressed his eyebrows, got up with difficulty, and handed out the sword.

Qu Wu took the sword with his scale-covered hand, and his figure paused slightly. Ning Xiaoling stepped back and dodged the slashing sword in a thrilling manner.

"Not dead yet?" Qu Wu smashed the flying sword, staring at the bright corridor, and said coldly.

Ning Xiaoling ran in the direction of Budai.

"You...what are you doing! Don't lead him over!" The girl was shocked, she was finished thinking, this little senior sister's posture is definitely going to burn with her own jade.

Ning Xiaoling stood still beside her.

"Get out of the way," she said.

The girl couldn't ask for it, so she let out her body obediently.

Qu Wu looked at her and frowned slightly.

Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath, suppressed the injury, and said: "You forced me."

Qu Wu curiously asked: "Do you have any tricks?"

Ning Xiaoling removed the string that tied the cloth bag.

Don't say it was Quwu, even the dying Minglang was taken aback.

The cloth bag opened, and it was filled with various spirit treasures.

The girl next to her looked silly.

I saw Ning Xiaoling grabbed the precious Lingbao, regardless of the three seven twenty one, and pulled it up together.

This is a common asset between her and her senior brother, and her heart is like a knife when throwing it away.

The grief and anger in my heart also turned into the strength in my hand, and the spirit treasure fell as fast as a meteor.

Many of these spirit treasures are inherently offensive. They show their power, sword aura, formation, sword lock, explosion roar, turbulence, colorful...

They looked like angry birds and attacked Quwu one after another.

"You...you are..." A senior fellow looked at Lingbao flying all over the sky and recognized her: "Are you Ning Xiaoling?!"

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Why are you still stunned! Let's go together, or we will all have to die..."

Ning Xiaoling's reputation is now second only to Minglang.

Now the boss in their hearts has fallen, but the second child is still alive... This news gave them inexplicable courage.

The disciples thought that they would stretch their heads and shrink their heads with a stab, so they mustered up the courage and rushed up with their swords.

The girl next to Ning Xiaoling secretly ran in the direction of the bright corridor.

She is not stupid, knowing that only when Minglang's injury is cured can the Jedi win.

Minglang shook his head weakly.

His condition is getting worse and worse, he will be completely unconscious after a few swords.

The spirit and ambition of more than ten years of cultivating the Taoism are about to be exhausted, and he feels deep powerlessness and despair.

On the other hand, Ning Xiaoling’s swollen bag is getting deflated, and the Lingbao she has collected for a day is about to run out...

Except for her to predict misfortune and luck with her eyes on her life, all the spirit treasures, regardless of their ranks, are treated equally.

The last phantom lock was smashed.

The ghost lock expanded in the air to open a huge shadow, and the shadow had four wings on its back like a devil, and it squeezed towards Qu Wu with its claws.

Qu Wu's double swords slashed horizontally and vertically, directly severing the secluded lock.

The girl taking care of Ming Corridor was frightened and frightened. She plucked up the courage, grabbed the hoisting flag, and screamed at Qu Wu.

The girl waved the flag.

Yin wind blows in the hall.

All the ghosts who died here have reawakened and gathered towards the center of the hall.

"Don't!" Ning Xiaoling screamed, wanting to interrupt.

But her screams were drowned out by ghost crying.

Qu Wu laughed.

His face turned into a white snake.

Shekou has reached its maximum, absorbing everything.

Those ghosts are not only unable to cause harm to him, they have become his nourishment.

Qu Wu's only injury also began to recover.

He becomes stronger, who can kill him?