Beyond the Divine States Chapter 295: : Long Poems of Mingjun

The horned deer stepped on the snow, and the white crane hung in the wind.

The frost of midwinter overflowed from the caves of Xuanming Mountain, falling like goose feathers and spreading like snow nets. On the suspension bridge that connects the other peaks in Shanmen Dongfu, snowflakes swirl as sword blades, hovering like a bird between thousands of ren.

The old man's robe on the horned deer is like snow, with a bunch of plum embroidered on the right breast.

The old man's robe on the white crane is dark green, with a reed embroidered on the front.

They stepped out on the snow, the deer stepped on the snow, the crane traveled through the wind and snow, the sky was white, everything was silent, and all the sounds seemed to be absorbed completely.

They raised their heads at the same time, and their dazzling pupils looked at the pair of Taoists who dared to destroy the killing fairy building.

"Who are you? Dare to trespass into my sect and destroy my ancient building?" The old man said nothing, but the horned deer under him took the lead in speaking, with an old-fashioned voice.

Ning Changjiu responded: "I only want to borrow the way."

The horned deer said coldly: "Borrow the way? Destroy the formation into the sect, break the peak and break the building, what a way to borrow!"

Ning Changjiu walked out of the Shaxianlou, holding the precious mountain and sea plate in his hand. The mountain and sea in the pan were already broken, and the sand was flying.

The horned deer’s voice carries the pressure of the five realms, but Ning Changjiu’s state of mind has not been shaken at all. His spirit has reached the peak at this moment. There are many from Luoshulou to Ancient Lingzong, and the road is blocked to death. The momentum.

Ning Changjiu didn't want to waste too much time. He suppressed his anger and calmly said: "Luoshulou has been destroyed, and Luo Cangsu is dead. It is meaningless to defend here again. Let the two immortals return to the house." /

The horned deer and the white crane looked at each other.

Of course they will not believe this statement.

Luo Cangsu is close to the top of the five realms. Apart from the sword saint, who can kill him in the world? What's more, these words were spoken from a young man who had not yet entered the five realms.

"Wonderful words." The white crane fairy spoke leisurely, and it carried the old man into the sky. The feathers and snow were in the same color. I don't know who is the feather and who is the snow.

"Who can kill Lou Lou? Don't say Lou Lou, the two posters in the building are also true monarchs who are not inferior to me. Who can kill the sword pavilion?" Jiaolu echoed: " I think you are also the thieves who steal the fortune of God, otherwise, why would you not choose your way in a panic and flee here?"

Ning Changjiu doesn't want to talk nonsense with them anymore, because the beautiful figure in the silver-haired ink robe has passed the rest of the light, floating on the snow, standing on an old peak.

The mountain gate prohibition is nothing to her.

Siming's snowy neck is covered with a red and white fox.

It was not a fox fur, but a real fox with eyes closed. This fox seems to have been dead for many years, but the skin is still well preserved. The soft hair is very long, gently covering the slender neck, especially warm in the cold winter.

When she appeared with the wind and snow, True Monarch Antlers and True Monarch White Crane cast their sights on her at the same time, as if they were facing an enemy.

"Who is the comer?" asked the antler king.

Si Ming said indifferently: "The one who borrows the Tao."

True Monarch Antlers and True Monarch Baihe looked at each other, and walked away.

Si Ming stretched his hand to the wind and snow in front of him, and took out a sword from it.

Mr Antlers sensed the killing intent and said angrily: "Don't know what is good and bad!"

Si Ming glanced at Lu Jiajia and said, "You go first, I will kill them."

Lu Jia married and said: "There is no need to delay here. Besides, they are all five ways, sister, you are inevitable to be dangerous to the enemy."

Si Ming lied and smiled: "Marriage is also a bad lesson, bullying me on weekdays, now my sister shouts so behaved?"

Lu Jia married silently and did not give her a chance to continue laughing.

Simming said: "Block the road and seal the mountain, helping the gang to abuse you. I heard that the boat you built was also in a shipwreck. The culprit is I think it's Dianhuanzong."

Lu Jiajia nodded gently.

"My sister will avenge you." Si Ming said with a smile.

Mr. Antlers and Mr. Baihe became more uneasy: "Who are you on earth?"

Si Ming waved his finger, and the black sword hanging beside him flew towards Ning Changjiu, who took the hilt. Si Ming directly held the sword made of wind and snow, as if killing with a black sword was a sledgehammer.

Mr. Baihe stared at her and said coldly: "Arrogant...This is the gate of the Dianhuanzong. We think that the five realms of you are not easy, and you don't bother to do that to penetrate the landscape. You must not know what is good or bad. "

Si Ming said with a smile.

When she was a priest of the Kingdom of God, she was dissatisfied with these bullying major practitioners, but human beings are too smart, they always find proper reasons before acting, or they have already found good plants and blamed them. Scapegoats, so if they know they are guilty, the priests can't act.

But now there is no time limit. She has enough time to arbitrarily shoot the sword. If there is nothing to do with Ning Xiaoling, she can kill the entire southwestern China alone in the fall of the fall of the Luo Shulou conspiracy.

Si Ming said: "The crane has a higher realm. I will kill. You can work together to kill the horned deer. Two purple court realms can kill the first five realms. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Zi Ting Jing kills the five real immortals?

The words seemed like a joke in the ears of horned deer and white crane.

Ning Changjiu walked out of the Shaxian Lou holding a black sword, but nodded seriously.

At the beginning, he and Lu Jiajia could not defeat the fish king of the first stage of Wudao, but now their cultivation level has improved a lot. After leaving Luoshu, Lu Jiajia has entered the Purple Court. In the ninth floor.

They also want to try, in their current state, can they kill the true immortal when they join hands.

Si Ming held the sword and walked barefoot on the snow, touching the snowflakes in the air with his toes, the lightness of his steps was like a dance in the sky.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia also went together, taking their swords into the mountains.

The horned deer sneered, and he stepped on the ground. The earth shook and the mountains shook, and ten thousand snows collapsed. At the same time, the vast snow and mist were all clear, and the sky was condensed into a giant sword, pointing to someone who couldn't help it.

After Ning Changjiu and Lu Jia married the shadows of Sha Xianlou and crossed the suspension bridge, the realm of the true monarch of the horned deer unfolded silently, enclosing them.

The authority of the true king of horned deer is "damage". Those who fall into this field will naturally have flaws in all their moves. Such flaws are inevitable, because there is no perfect thing in the world, and horned deer The true monarch can seize this kind of flaw, break it, and then use endless moves, every move will catch the deadly flaw, approach it every inch, and kill it.

This is a battle in the same realm.

At this moment, he is self-reliant on the Five Paths, and for this couple of Daoists who do not live or die, he considers himself a crushing type.

He is more worried about the safety of True Monarch Baihe.

Previously, when she had a conversation with the woman Sword Fairy, she claimed to be a priest... He knew that she could never be a priest, but he dared to be so arrogant and relied on thinking about it.

All the disciples and the low-level people in the sect of the world were dismissed by the elders, far away from the center of the battle.

The knives and Ge connected, and the sound shook the sky.

The wind and snow were shattered in an instant, and the gale in the sky resembled a tornado, and the fragile snowflakes were torn into mighty dust.

After the great sword was overwhelmed, True Monarch Antler found that he still underestimated the boy.

The wind and snow can't hide them.

Behind the white-clothed youth, the golden dharma body is like a Vajra Bodhisattva and Shura Yasha, with compassion and killing. The flesh and blood of the dharma body is constructed of countless golden silk threads. On its body, the bulging muscles seem to be full Lines, the surface is burning with red fire. Under this majestic body, the indifferent young man appeared thin. His white clothes and black sword, the golden light falling between his sleeves and sleeves were like the setting sun, and the immortal spirit appeared in the dust, forming a contradictory beauty with this body.

The vast sword hit the Shura Law Body, and then it was torn to pieces by the Shura Law Body.

Shura’s moves are full of flaws, but it is like a ferocious beast, just like ordinary people encountering a big white-fronted tiger in the forest. It is the king of the screaming mountain forest. There is no need to consider the order of the moves. Or correct or not.

The horned deer true monarch wanted to use the virtual sword as a mountain-cutting style to cut this Shura in two, but the speed of the Xueshang woman was faster than that of the young man. Her sword is light and mysterious, no trace can be found, as if following the wind. The swaying snow, but the killing intent against his face was like a needle pierced with a knife, which pierced his heart.

This is definitely an extraordinary purple courtyard!

The horned deer really settled, and the power of destruction was launched. Many flaws were reflected in his pupils. He stretched his hand into the void, and a large white feather sword was drawn out of the void, and it was swung down in the air. The scattered feathers looked like ten thousand. Cranes flew in the air, and those cranes followed the flaws in their moves to tear them apart.

In the sky, True Monarch White Crane and Si Ming are facing each other, turning the snow as a sword, with a chic attitude. His authority is related to cold ice, this kind of profound cold ice is a kind of seal, and those who are trapped in the seal will slow down everything that is visible.

This is close to the authority to control time.

The White Crane Zhenjun danced swords against Si Ming. For every sword that he flew, he had planned the precise drop points. Those drop points happened to be connected to form an array. In the formation, the ice was frozen. Time is sluggish.

He wants to lock the time for his life.

Siming's movements really got slower and slower.

White Crane Zhenjun smiled indifferently, his authority rank is very high, and the enemy rarely suffers in the same realm. Although this woman is mysterious, it is also possible that her life will be directly ruined because of her lack of understanding of her authority.

This is also the reason why practitioners of the five realms will conceal authority from each other.

Because there is mutual restraint between authority, concealment is deterrence.

In Xuan Bing’s seal, the smile in Si Mingbing’s eyes is colder than this wind and snow. If she goes underground today, she is the real master of time. How can this fancy Xuanhan seal be worth the truth? At the time, Baihe Zhenjun's chic posture was nothing but ugly in her eyes.

Siming no longer pretends.

The river of time is accelerating.

She is holding the sword of the boundless snow, as if holding a whole piece of sky.

Siming's sword swung in an arc. What she swung was not the sword, but the sky and snow, mountains and sea.

……

The blade was swung down, and the bright arc was shattered by the darkness as soon as it lit up.

The fish king stood in front of the dragon mother’s corpse, watching Ning Xiaoling fighting in the encirclement of the feathered snakes. She was already surrounded by the nether feathered snakes, surrounded by black and heavy, those feathered snakes might be as huge as a python, entwined On the other side, or as small as a snake, bends and spits out. There is no real gate to this palace, and the floating stone gaps cannot be blocked, and these feathered snakes can only be allowed to swim in.

Mu Lingtong was reborn in the body of a big white-scaled snake. She hadn't fully adapted to this body, but the power of the "emperor" collected from Mingjun drove these feathered snakes to attack.

Ning Xiaoling's dress is like snow, standing among these white-scaled feathered snakes, as if she was also a pretty girl transformed by the practice of feathered snakes. If this is the case, I don't know if she betrayed the feather snake or the entire feather snake clan betrayed her.

Ning Xiaoling's blade line looks like a scarlet firework.

She held the black knife hilt in both hands, staring at the wooden spirit pupil hanging in the center, her expression focused.

Mu Lingtong said in shock: "Why do you know the sword of disaster? Even if you come from the Heavenly Sword Sect, even if you have practiced spiritual skills...how can your realm be deciphered?"

Ning Xiaoling will not be distracted to answer.

The fish king gave a meow.

Mu Lingtong can understand other people's voices. She has long felt that this cat is not easy, and she never thought it was so easy.

"It's you? You actually broke the sword of disaster?" Mu Lingtong looked at the white cat and asked in shock.

You? Who is that?

Ning Xiaoling, who looked attentively, also divided some spirits, and then she remembered that there was a cat behind her.

She didn't look at the white cat behind her, but with hindsight, she remembered the crooked handwriting on her notes. That's it!

That's actually... listen? !

How come?

What I have been looking for, the unknown person who helped me is actually my own cat... Ning Xiaoling is a bit weird, and immediately remembered that a few days ago, she saw half a cat’s paw print on the note, and I took a note to question and warned the King of Fish not to disturb his own things. At that time, King Fish looked at him with six points of contempt and three points of disdain and impatience.

Thinking about this, Ning Xiaoling couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

The King Fish raised his head proudly.

Mu Lingtong said angrily: "Why do you want to help this stupid girl? You follow me, and I can make you a veritable God of Ting Ting! Back then Ting Ting was the number one beast under the seat of King of Ting, just like The priests and heavenly monarchs in the kingdom of God, don't you want to grasp the opportunity at this moment?"

The fish king thought that he had lived for thousands of years, and he was older than you, how could he believe the pie you painted?

"Thousands of years?" Mu Lingtong was also shocked: "Since this is the case, I should cherish my life. Your extraordinary body, the ancient Lingzong is destroyed, and it is not for you. Why do you bother yourself?"

Thinking that the fish king was so embarrassed at such an age, it was really embarrassing, so he thought to himself, Youyue Lake is rich in fishery, and I don't allow you to destroy it.

"..." Mu Lingtong was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "No matter how strong you were in the past, now you are just a castrated cat. When I kill her, I will send you to see the truth!"

The King Fish thought for a while and hid behind the throne of Hades.

Ning Xiaoling held Shentu in her hand, listening to Mu Lingtong's words, her mood a little irritable.

In the crevices of the main hall, feathered serpents surge like sea tides.

Ning Xiaoling twisted the knife, she stood in front of the throne and spoke for the first time. Her voice was firm: "I will win."

Mu Lingtong frowned and said: "Why?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "The snakes of the white scales are all betrayers of King Ming. This is the Palace of the Dark Palace. I want to kill the traitors on behalf of the King Ming. Of course, the King Ming will lean towards me."

She wants to take over Mingjun's scepter.

Many years ago, on the night the brother had just left, Ning Xiaoling stared at Han Xiaosu, and this idea came up in her mind. *

This idea was too unbelievable at the time, and she suppressed it.

At this moment, the Nether Throne is behind him.

The surface of the Blood Blade Shen Tu is like a mirror, and the shadows of the feather snakes in the mirror are all white bones.

Mu Lingtong's injury is also difficult to suppress. She led thousands of feathered snakes to rush up, biting Ning Xiaoling into the bones of a beautiful woman.

In the main hall, Shentu waved blood-colored circles one after another. The edges of those circles were red and bright lines of fire. They all centered on Ning Xiaoling. They waved away when they swung their swords, as if they were darkened. The hollowed sun carries the beauty of loneliness.

The feather snake pounced at her, but she rushed in instead.

This is an endless **** battle. The enemy is a dense serpent like a tsunami, and the girl with a thin dress only wields a thin blade. She is already in the netherworld and she deserves to be dead, so there is nothing in her pupils. Fear ignited instead, a killing intent that didn't match her look.

The shadows of the feathered serpent souls, under the blood blade of the gods, are like white paper that can be torn at will. Their hard and rough scales are easily cut open, exposing the medullary cavity and blood vessels. Shadows, and then their souls were swallowed by Shentu, instead they became the nourishment for this blood blade.

After killing dozens of remnants of feathered snakes instantly, Ning Xiaoling merged with Shentu. She once again returned to the White Snake Temple where she fought with Quwu. The feathered snakes rushing towards her face are like roaring little ghosts. , Her blade is pulling herself and her opponent, pulling them to her front, the red light of the blade is brighter than the real fireworks, it blooms like a red sun, spraying heat waves.

Under the red sun like a wheel, everything is a mantis blocking the car.

The ordinary carriage is unstoppable, let alone the chariot that the **** of death rides when he walks the world?

Above the blade, everything that was touched fell apart.

Ning Xiaoling kept wielding a knife, tirelessly, day and night, the besieging feather snake couldn't get close to her body.

The blood-red light of the knife volleyed like a painting, and the remnant soul of the feathered snake kept sticking to the blade, and then shattered by the red light, turning into ashes-like embers. And under her white dress is also dripping with sweat. The spiritual power of the purple court is vast, but the absorption is not as good as the release. When it is exhausted, she will most likely not be killed by the feather snake, but The spirit is directly occupied and swallowed by Shen Tu.

But Ning Xiaoling had no choice but to swing a knife. She swung the sword from the beginning to the last, and then kept repeating this move. Practice makes perfect. When the feathered snake is used to it, she will The sword moves "backwards like a stream" to perform.

In the past, it was the brother who wielded the sword in front of him like this.

At this moment, she also hoped that her brother would be able to see it, and then she said that Xiaoling has really grown up.

In the endless fighting, Ning Xiaoling stepped back.

The killing sound pierced the Hall of the Netherworld, even the fish king who was used to seeing blood turned his body silently.

It jumped on the dragon mother's knee, bit her shoulder in one bite, and absorbed the remnant authority in the corpse.

Then it jumped off the throne and came under the sacred pillar.

It looked at the text on the **** pillar.

The words of the **** pillar are exactly the same as the nether fairy scroll it swallowed.

It opened its mouth and finally improved a bit, but the words were still a bit jerky, and it began to read.

The words on the stone pillar are like a long poem.

"I am conceiving a hazy star, turning into a star that runs through the world. The earth under the sky is like a sea of ​​spirits, containing endless spiritual reservoirs. They will become the vitality of the mother star, and the darkness will no longer be lonely."

"At that time, the **** of the sky had already descended, it was shaped like a blue dragon, its pupils stared at the earth, and the squally wind between the sky and the earth was its long chant."

"I looked at the wings of the serpents and birds of the land, and used them as the shells of the gods. The spirits on this star like to look up at the sky. They named the stars and called the mother star'Pluto'. "

"So I regard death as my authority. This is the destination beyond the five elements."

"When humans first saw the sea and the stars, they always regarded Pluto as a great existence. Later, the larger stars were named the origin, and Pluto was expelled from the list of star owners."

"The gods on the stars have also come one after another."

"Why does this have to do with me?"

"This is not my homeland, and I will leave eventually."

While chanting, the king of fish came to mind after he came to this star, with a snake as a body and wings as a feather. At that time, he might have transformed into a human form and walked like a poet. Across this land, the sentence is long and long like the wind.

But the handwriting behind the **** has lost the poet's softness, messy, like a diary.

"Who is it..."

"The candle dragon is dead...The king of dragons, the Supreme Lord of the sky died first..."

"Will I die? Or am I death itself?"

"Can't go back... Can't go back..."

"The sky has been obscured, I will die, and the ascendant will die too..."

"I have a glimpse of the end times."

"Where is the fire? Which **** has the fire been taken? I don't know, nor does the heavens, but this is the last hope... ridiculous, when the Star Gods joined forces to kill us, at this moment they send vain hopes to it. "

"Xuanze is dead, Gourmet is dead, Suizhen is dead, they haven't come here, I'm not their home anymore... Yufu, it actually killed the strongest human being... the sinner... this Wait for the despicable old **** to usurp the highest position?"

"Whose hands did the fire fall into?"

……

"Who can see for a long time...everything is indestructible."

These are the last words. He found the old poetry, but the handwriting was extremely scribbled.

In the millennia, the Fish King has already deciphered the Netherworld Immortal Scroll. It can be said that he is the only person in the world who knows the handwriting of Mingjun.

Its gaze flicked over the **** pillar from top to bottom, and the sound of its words became more and more horrified.

The writing of these characters is too far apart from the records on the Nether Immortal Scroll.

It is certain that Mingjun was already half crazy when writing these words.

Even if the feathered snake is pressing on the temple, the fish king still can't help thinking about the meaning of the words on the **** pillar.

Who is hiding the sky?

What is the kind of fire that Mingjun is still thinking about before he dies?

When the fish king sat under the god’s pillar and meditated, outside the throne, the blood was already lifted, and the shattered soul of the feather snake splashed all around, and the fragments stuck on the floating stone pillars of the temple, like dense black nails. .

Ning Xiaoling's pupils are getting more and more hollow.

The feather snake hasn't brought her down yet, but Shen Tu wants to take her first.

She forcibly condensed her vision in the darkness, clenching the blade and stabs forward.

This is not the sword of the Sword of Disaster.

This is the second half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture, a sword that she couldn't use in the past.

This is the sword of assassination against Shan Shi, which is full of flaws when used at this moment.

Fish King-Shocked, let out a sharp growl.

It was too late to wait for the authority to digest, and immediately rushed towards the darkness.

Ning Xiaoling stabbed a feather snake.

That is the wooden spirit pupil hidden among the snakes.

Mu Lingtong couldn't believe that she stabbed herself. When this sword came, she clearly didn't feel any killing intent.

Mu Lingtong let out a scream.

The frenzy caused by the feather snake also overwhelmed Ning Xiaoling.

The black wind abruptly rose in the hall, Ning Xiaoling lost her last strength, pushed by the violent wind, and fell into the dark abyss behind the throne.

That is the yin Cao Jifu, a purgatory of nine deaths.

Mu Lingtong was lucky enough to get a new life there.

Mingjun's verses are still whispering in his ears.

Who can see forever? There is no immortal person.

"Brother..."

Ning Xiaoling called softly.

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(*Mentioned in Chapter 171)