Beyond the Divine States Chapter 270: : Open the peak and break the clouds and enter the building

"This peak is Tongjie Peak, the second highest peak in southwestern China. Thousands of years ago, a divine fox with the exquisite heart of seven orifices escaped here. She never thought that this was the peak of the cliff. Lei has turned into a pool of water, which is insurmountable. The gods who chased her have been waiting here. The gods used iron chains to pierce her bones and lock her. Afterwards, the fox tail was broken, the soul was depleted, the molten bones were smelted, the corpses were smashed... …This is her ending."

Under the towering and boundless peaks, a man in a silver-gray and gold-painted robe is half-floating beyond the mountain wall, his body shining with golden light between his clothes.

He pointed to the mountain peak that entered the clouds, and continued: "This is the blood stone of the gods, which was transformed by the blood of the nine-tailed demon fox back then. The nine-tailed head was already five peaks and swallowed the exquisite seven orifices. After that, the cultivation base of the heart goes further. She only needs to complete that ritual to enter one of the three legendary realms and rise to the sky..."

Behind the robe, under the peak of Tongjie, the commander of the demon fox mask stood quietly.

The light from the sea of ​​clouds fell on her ink-colored robe, and the wind that lingered in the valley all year round blew her skirt and hair flying,

She wore embroidered shoes of elegant solid colors, and the light grass covered her slender ankles.

At this moment, she lifted her head slightly and looked at the man in the godly robe floating in the sky. The black sword on her back was glowing with steel and shook slightly.

The slender and straight sword protrudes diagonally from the right shoulder, passes through the beautiful jade back, and gently sticks to the hip-tip.

Si Ming looked at him and asked: "Do you think I am a fox demon?"

The man in the robes gently shook his head: "I just lamented the similar fate. Luo Shulou couldn't chase you for two months, and also wasted a sword of immortality. Now you have fled to this point, and how is it with the original nine-tailed monster fox Similar."

Si Ming sighed lightly: "Yes. It's just that the one who chased and executed the nine-tailed demon fox was a priest under one god. You are far inferior to her."

The man in the robes did not deny it, saying: "Well, but you are just a newcomer to the Five Realms, and you are not as good as the **** fox."

Behind the mask, Si Ming's lips curled up slightly, and in the cold icy eyes, the dazzling smile seemed to be a faint wind.

Si Ming said: "I know you Luo Shulou wants to resurrect a certain god, I don't care."

The man in the deity robe asked: "Then what are you here for? Come to get the legendary Qi-orifice exquisite heart that is locked in Tongjie Peak?"

Si Ming said with a faint smile: "That seven-orifice exquisite heart has long been taken away."

The man in the robes didn’t know what she said was true or false, and said: “I’m curious, why would someone like you suddenly appear on Middle-earth? You are a retreat from the Dianhuan Sect or the Gu Lingzong, the ancestors If so, I can indeed consider letting you live."

Si Ming shook his head lightly.

The breath of divinity exuding from the man in the robes is even more indifferent.

"I am indeed from the ancestral generation..." Si Ming gently drew out the black long sword behind his back, and the sword slid out slowly against the skin, with a luster like water: "It's just that I am not from a certain sect. The ancestors, but all of you."

The moment the Black Sword pulled away from his back, the entire peak of Tongjie was dimmed.

The man in the godly robe looked at her quietly, and he said: "No matter who you are, the cliffs of Tongjie Peak are perilous, and the three-sided thunder ponds, you, as the first stage of the five realms, can't escape."

"Yeah." Si Mingling lightly said, "So I chose this place, because...no one here can save you."

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"Arrogant!"

The man in the robes also drew his sword.

It was a sword made of stone. In the body of the sword, there were faint traces of flowing, like ancient red-gold characters.

The vortexing wind in Tongjie Peak was absorbed by their swords, forming two huge wind eyes that competed and pulled each other.

The gravel and broken wood were pulled up by the strong wind, twisted into each other, and instantly crushed into dust, which was torn into endless belts.

"Teach the eighth floor master, let me see what the realm of Luo Shulou's second person is." Si Ming said coldly, she walked slowly in the sweeping wind, her black robe was flying, her steps calm, and the sword intent on her body With her footsteps steadily climbing.

The eighth floor master took off the robe, revealing his inhuman body.

The golden rune-like body is rich in color, with majestic and sacred beauty.

"Lin body...it's been a long time." Si Ming said with a faint smile.

The Lin body is one of the highest gifts given to mankind by the gods. It is a semi-god body that is close to immortality.

The owner of the fourth floor of the Shenlou is also regarded as the official historian of Fengtian.

The eighth poster was slightly puzzled, he didn't expect this woman to be so knowledgeable.

His look is more serious.

He originally wanted to fight with swords to break her moves, and then cut off her head.

But now he changed his mind.

He guarded this divine sword in front of him, and the golden ancient words spread out like a realm, spreading towards the surroundings, turning into an absolutely round sphere, enveloping his entire body.

Si Mingbing's eyes narrowed, and the frantically dancing Bingsi silver hair suddenly became silent.

The wind in the valley also stopped strangely.

As if time came here and stopped it.

On the peak of Tongjie, "Tongtian Cliff" is dazzlingly red.

This is the realm of time.

But it does not affect the eighth poster.

His body is shrouded in golden ancient writings-it belongs to his own domain, and he can't invade it.

This matchup, which can be called the pinnacle in Middle-earth, really begins at this moment.

Si Minghao’s hands are white as jade, and the black ancient sword is like a commandment. When she leaped up with the sword, her figure and the shadow of the sword covered the entire mountain. These shadows are black phantoms that are flying, but every handle All with a real, terrifying sword intent.

The eighth floor master did not search for her sword. He also held the sword and waved it solemnly as if performing a ceremony.

Tens of thousands of phantom swords pointed straight to the center.

Ten thousand swords are like a dynasty.

This graceful and beautiful woman, at the moment she drew her sword, she seemed to have transformed into a lonely devil in the world.

The thunder pond is surging, the rocks are cracked, and the phantom sword air ants are attached to the golden ancient writing field of the eighth floor master.

Pour like water into the hot iron pan, hissing loudly.

In the realm surrounded by the sword intent of Si Ming, a series of golden ancient writings resembled a beam of light breaking through the clouds, and that beam of light slashed towards a certain position in the void.

Siming, who was silently hidden in the void, was photographed.

Jin Guang transformed into the appearance of the eighth floor master. He held the sword high in both hands, but this action was fake. At the same time he raised the sword, the sword energy had already slashed towards the top of Si Ming's head.

Si Ming wrapped herself with the authority of time, and the sword aura slowly slowed down dozens of times in her eyes. She appeared behind the eighth floor master like a twinkling, and stabbed back with the sword in her back.

The point of the sword is his heart.

Zheng!

Golden ancient texts are condensed into armour.

The blade of the black sword submerged in it, as if submerged in the vast sea of ​​ancient texts, it would be difficult to penetrate.

Where the sword pierced, the ancient characters looked like golden cicadas, climbing along the sword all the way, trying to completely lock her with the sword.

Siming's expression remained unchanged, she danced in her black robe, dragging a faint continuous shadow with her other hand, slowly flicking, and pressing one end of the sword hilt.

An unprecedented wind blew up suddenly.

This is the wind of time.

The ancient characters have been blown by the wind of time, as if they have gone through countless years, from the obscure to the pictogram, and then from the pictogram to the simple, the strokes become less and less, and finally eliminated in the long river of time .

The point of the sword pierced the area of ​​the eighth poster.

The look of the eighth floor master changed slightly.

They once guessed about the authority this mysterious woman possessed.

They originally thought that what she had would be one of "Twilight" or "Death". They never thought that what she had was time... Such a law that is above the elements is a true **** worthy of possession. the power of.

Who is she?

The realm of the eighth floor master is better after all. After the tip of the sword sank into the Lin body for a while, the unicorn pattern on his back turned into a real beast and threw out, leaping towards Si Ming with his teeth and claws.

Si Ming drew his sword, his figure fluttered back, and he was close to the cliff of Tongjie Peak in a blink of an eye.

The lin body of the eighth floor master ignited emptied flames, and these flames burned the phantom sword that was entangled by his life. On his side, four golden sword lights hooked towards the secretary. Attacked in the direction of his fate.

Si Ming's figure continued to retreat and merged into Tongjie Peak.

The eighth floor master looked suspicious, and the shadow disappeared into the peak? Does she still have authority in the earth domain?

But Si Ming was just a fake action. She did not merge into the mountain, but opened up an invisible void behind her. She escaped into the void, and then the sword tip pierced the darkness and appeared behind the eighth floor master.

The Eighth Louvre did not move, but the demigod's Lin body had already noticed it.

The golden light of the giant unicorn body is flowing. It walks on the void, its figure is aberrant, and it is hostile. The horns and crown of this giant unicorn extend backwards, and its majesty is like an emperor over all beasts.

Si Ming looked at it and sighed: "The existence that was originally called the ancient dragon, now can only survive on the human body like a parasite?"

The host of the eighth floor turned around, looked at the silver-haired woman facing the golden unicorn, and said: "It seems that you are indeed the incarnation of an ancient **** who has survived to this day."

"Ancient god?" Si Ming said with pride in his cold words: "Except for the twelve in the sky, the rest are just inferior, lingering losers."

The golden light in the pupil of the eighth floor is suddenly rich.

This is one of the most arrogant words he has ever heard in his life.

"I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity." As the eighth floor master said, he slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The moment the sword fell, the eighth floor master exchanged directions with Qilin.

The claws of the unicorn turned into a great sword.

The sword has no gleam and no sound.

It's like a drop of water dripping into a bottomless pit, and the process is stretched infinitely.

As the sword fell, a black plane spread out among them.

Si Ming is awe-inspiring and fearless. She unfolds her spiritual consciousness and accurately locks the sword's momentum. At the same time, she steps on the void and rises against the sword.

The authority of time is also spread out on the surface of the black sword, flowing with an all-encompassing spirit.

In the realm of the five realms, authority collides.

The earth shakes the mountains.

The thunder pond on Tongjie Peak shook, and they flowed down the rock wall like waterfalls.

A series of huge cracks were also born on the cliff, and everything around, tangible or intangible, was trampled and shredded, and it was finally annihilated.

If the tragedy peak and valley surrounds a world, then this world is facing the end of the world when mountains and rivers are collapsing, living beings are dying, and everything is dying, everything is sending out a desperate grief.

"Ever night's authority?" Si Ming's sword plunged into the unfolding night, unable to penetrate it.

She can withdraw the sword.

But she did a move that surprised even the eighth floor master—she stepped up into the void and walked into the realm of eternal night.

The interior of the night is not flat.

After Si Ming’s figure plunged into it, it was more like being immersed in a vast ocean or a void universe, boundless, with no end in sight.

Si Ming looked at the vast darkness in front of him, indifferent.

"Self-casting the net?" The eighth floor host looked slightly different. He was forced to use his authority ahead of time. He originally surrendered a hole card, but this hole card only played a defensive role.

But this woman is too big, she dare to walk into her own eternal night...

The eighth floor master looked at the night below him with an indifferent expression.

In that case... then let her fend for herself in the eternal night.

In the legend, apart from the long-dead candle dragon, under the same realm, the only thing that can tear through the eternal night is the golden crow that only exists in mythology, but that kind of creature has been extinct more than two thousand years ago. , How can she tear the night away?

Although time is endless, eternal night is also endless.

Even if she runs out of authority, she will never go to the end.

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Ancient Lingzong, Yuling's line, Mutang.

"The emperor is not in the hall..."

These four words linger in Ning Xiaoling's heart and can't get away. She looks at the fading sky outside. The vision of the previous dusk has dimmed with the real dusk, and everything seems to return. Calm, but she felt more and more uneasy.

The King Fish understood their previous conversation and felt uneasy.

The old woman in the line of the suzerain has survived until now. She went deep into the underworld and not only did not die, she also gained the reputation of "emperor". Now, she has set up a complicated situation that almost deceived everyone. No one can guess the real purpose of this bureau.

This feeling in the clouds and mist is the most uncomfortable.

This old woman...The King of Fish thought for a while, and found that she seemed to be a little older.

Well, the older you are, the more you are afraid of death.

Now it only hopes that Ning Xiaoling can stay away from the center of the dispute and not hurt herself.

But Ning Xiaoling seems to be very interested in this matter.

"Ty listen, you said that the emperor is not in the temple, then where can she go?" Ning Xiaoling asked seriously.

The King Fish opened his eyes like a salted fish, and uttered a grunt.

It has made plans to run away from home.

At first, it thought it was good to listen to the name, but now the more it thinks about it, the more it feels unlucky. After all, this is not a position in the world.

Ning Xiaoling wanted to understand a lot of things again.

"It’s no wonder that the white snake broke away from the seal at this time. It said that the woman sealed it at first, but now the wood spirit pupil has finally left, so the white snake’s seal is also loosened, allowing it to escape. Come out." In Ning Xiaoling's mind, the context of the matter was once again complete.

"This may be the negligence of Mu Lingtong!" Ning Xiaoling said firmly: "No matter how powerful a mortal is, it is impossible for her to calculate everything. Maybe she herself has forgotten that the White Snake Valley suppressed a snake, or thinks it is for her. The game will not have an impact, so I ignored it, but..."

But that incident happened to meet her, and she realized the sword of disaster by chance! Not only that, she also sorted out many things in the context.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, proud that she has seen through the conspiracy of Mu Lingtong.

But the huge undercurrent is raging in the shadows, what can she do?

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Ning Xiaoling's words also made Zhu Ding's mood upset.

He originally thought he would die peacefully, but this was destined to be an unsettling dusk.

Finally, he made up his mind and headed to Jiuyoudian.

He wants to see the lord in person.

Zhu Ding Yujian crossed the peak and soon came to the outside of Jiuyou Hall.

He is a highly advanced and highly senior uncle of the clan. It stands to reason that no one will stop him.

But the other Grand Elder of the Purple Court is on the way.

"Zhuding? You are not in your Ling Pavilion, what are you doing here?" the elder asked.

Zhu Ding said: "I'm going to see the Sovereign, I have something urgent to discuss, don't stop me."

The elder shook his head and said: "Not today."

"Why?"

"Jiuyou Hall has been sealed."

"Closing the palace? Who gave the order?"

"Sovereign Master personally ordered the order."

Zhu Ding was shocked. Ning Xiaoling's words were entangled with some guesses in his heart. This was the most precarious time since he entered the Tao.

He strengthened his mind and asked: "What does the lord do with this order?"

The elder said: "I don't know, I am only responsible for guarding the temple."

Zhu Ding looked at the Jiuyou Temple with weird beauty in the dusk, his face heavy.

The remnant site of the Hades is in His Royal Highness Jiuyou.

He felt scared, as if the next moment, Jiuyou Hall would light up the red lotus fire of hell, and then cover all the ten veins.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen for a long time.

The twilight is quiet, covering the world.

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It's dusk now, but Si Ming's eyes are endless night.

In this dark night, she saw many people.

Those are people who have appeared in her life, many of them she can't remember at all.

But the consciousness hidden deep in her still remembers it, and also reflected these in the eternal night.

Si Ming, holding a black sword, walked in the eternal night, and cut off the people that appeared from the bottom of his heart one by one.

The more you move forward, the sharper and clearer the faces of those people.

Her pace is getting slower and slower, and her sword-killing is getting harder and harder.

She saw the demons who had been beheaded by her back then, saw Ye Chuan, and even saw the God Lord.

The **** master is shrouded in a mysterious mist, unable to see his face.

She walked forward step by step.

A young man in white stood in the void with his arms folded and smiled at her.

Si Ming stopped for a while, she looked at him with a smile on her face.

Eternal night is long.

If the Tribulation of the Heart Demon is the Tribulation of the Inquiring Heart of Zi Ting, then Yong Ye is the Tribulation of Inquiring the Dao in the heart of all practitioners.

And this robbery cannot be broken.

Because in the eternal night, no matter how many projections of the demon you cut off, it will not help... Only you are the only living person here, so you can only break through the calamity if you defeat yourself.

Suicide is the only solution.

After a long time, Si Ming waved his sword to cut Ning Changjiu away, and then watched the figure of the white-clothed boy dissipate little by little.

She continued to walk forward.

The end of Yongye is her biggest demon.

It was a woman in white who couldn't see her face clearly. She was confusing in the night, like a bright moon.

Many, many years ago, she witnessed that scene with her own eyes-this woman chopped off the head of Lord Divine Master with a sword of Yuehua Liuying.

One shot killed him, so Infinity couldn't save him.

The Lord God is heaven.

At that moment, Tian and her Dao Xin collapsed together.

"Ugh..."

In the eternal night, the sigh of Si Ming came out gently, she looked at the woman in white, and slowly spoke:

"As human beings, they always believe in that ridiculous set of ideas... In fact, how easy it is to defeat themselves. What I really can't beat... It has always been you."

Wind is blowing in the night.

Siming Mountain's undulating to almost perfect figure outlined in the eternal night.

It is moonlight that outlines her.

A moon sparrow flies into the sky.

Under the foot of the eighth floor master, a violent wind suddenly surged.

Yong Ye tore a hole.

In the crack, the moon sparrow danced out, and the commander went up against the sky.

The eighth floor master swung his sword to block.

Go back in time.

Returned to the time when he blocked the gesture.

The sword pierced the defense, hit him in the chest, and lifted off against him.

The peaks and rocks shattered and collapsed, and the thunder ponds exploded one by one.

A crack grows where the tip of the sword conflicts with the Lin body.

The eighth poster can't figure out how she broke Yong Ye.

Everything was too sudden. He didn't have time to calculate her moves. After the time went back, he was stabbed by a black sword and lifted off.

He still doesn't think he will lose.

The golden unicorn came out from the back, stretching out its bones and figure.

Si Mingbing stared at it.

The horror of the eighth floor master happened again.

When Si Ming stared at it, this golden unicorn who looked down upon the world did not dare to move!

"Bloodline suppression!" The eighth poster was shocked: "Who are you? Who are you on earth!"

After stepping into the Five Realms, the time domain of Siming became much more arbitrary.

With a slight movement of mind, the realm expands again.

The immortal lin body of the eighth floor master was contained, and it began to age visibly!

"I already said that the nine-tailed demon fox was a priest so far, and you are... far inferior to her."

As the main Lin body of the eighth floor was aging, the sword of Si Ming pierced his body little by little.

The spiritual power, Taoism, and authority of the eighth floor master were all crushed to death.

Si Ming sighed lightly: "I am her."

The eighth floor master stared wide, unable to believe her words.

"How... how is it possible?" His pupils gradually collapsed.

Siming walked through the clouds, remembering the past, with a sad smile.

At the beginning, she chased the demon fox that had stolen the heart of the saint to this point, beheaded it, and put her body in the peak of Tongjie.

Later, she gifted the exquisite heart of seven orifices to her mentor, Ye Chu.

Ye Chu died later, this precious heart was given to the **** white boy.

He is even less saint after eating this heart.

Hey, it's a waste of a saint's heart...

Si Ming broke through the sea of ​​clouds and rushed into the cold high altitude.

The dusk is over. In the moonlight of the night sky, the vast sea of ​​clouds is bathed in the moonlight, like a dreamy, silver-gray world.

Sword light and moon arc drawn in the sky.

The corpse of the master on the eighth floor was separated, his soul was scattered, and he fell into a sea of ​​clouds.

The sword light lasted for a long time.

There were two moons in the sky.

The silver-haired woman in a black robe stands on a dreamlike sea of ​​clouds. In a secluded world, the two slender moons look like her eyebrows.

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After a long time, Si Ming went down, her figure escaped into the void, and headed towards the direction of Luo Shulou.

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At the same time, Haiguo, Caijuanxian Palace.

After experiencing a lot of resistance, the Dragon Mother was finally cut off from the Immortal Palace by the Seventh Floor Lord, trapped and escaped.

Eight masters from Luo Shulou held one end of the iron chain.

The Dragon Mother in a gorgeous dress became a prisoner. Her tall and graceful body was tightened by the fairy chain, her face was lost with blood, and the weakness between her brows was pitiful.

"You...Why don't you let me go?" Empress Long raised her head, tears streaming down: "Luo Cangsu, is he just not thinking about old love like this?"

The seventh poster said calmly: "It was the Niang Niang who chose the wrong way, no wonder others."

The Dragon Mother said: "Then I... will I be a container for the parasitic **** of Heaven..."

"This is a foregone conclusion." The seventh floor master said: "Let the gods live for you."

The Eight Immortal Chains tightened, and her body was almost torn apart, and she wailed in pain and sadness.

The wailing of the peerless beauty echoed over the sea country.

People who don’t know, just think this is the night cry of a mermaid.

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