Beyond the Divine States Chapter 310: : Destiny and Ranking List

In winter, just after New Year's Eve, the fireworks and night in the sky have been replaced by dawn, only the wind and snow blowing endlessly.

Ning Changjiu crossed the clouds alone with his sword.

He stood on the sword, the wind whistling in his ears. He looked at the earth through the boundless wind and snow, and the whole world was like embellishments on a long snow-white scroll, spreading out to the boundless distance.

Gu Lingzong has already left him.

The drunkenness of last night was still tumbling in his mind, making him a little dizzy. The cold wind washed his brows and eyes, a little bit of sobriety. He recalled what had happened last night, but the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed at himself, "What a nonsense."

Last night they tied Si Ming together in the room and bullied her and forced her to say some shameful words. After confessing her mistakes, the three of them reconciled themselves, drinking and chatting together around the stove. Lu Jiajia is the most influential in alcohol. , Soon became dizzy, holding on to Ning Changjiu and Si Ming.

They are all people who rarely drink alcohol.

Although Si Ming has a good amount of alcohol, she doesn't like to drink. She thinks that alcohol is a bad stimulus, and it is a thing for ordinary people to forget their worries. It is good for immortals to just taste it, and it is not worth swigging. The reason why Ning Changjiu didn't like to drink is even simpler, because the second brother in the previous life always misbehaved drinking and caused himself to be scolded by the senior sister.

So he and Si Ming seem to be fighting wine, but secretly they are trying to pour the wine without leaving a trace. They talked while pouring the wine, arguing for dozens of rounds back and forth. They talked dry and tongue, and their lips were slightly cracked, but when the jar bottomed out, neither of them took a sip.

This is another kind of sullenness.

Lu Jiajia, who was drinking with them, drank stupidly. She couldn't understand why they drink so well, but she didn't want to lose her face, holding on to a cup. In the end, he really lost his consciousness, leaned on Ning Changjiu's ear, said something vaguely, and then leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Ning Changjiu hugged Lu Jiajia on the bed and settled down to rest. Then, in the name of closing the window, many compact beads made of wine and condensed between his sleeves flicked out of the window.

Siming used the authority of time to cover up, and instantly steamed all the hidden drinks.

The alcohol in the house is like mist.

The two sat down tacitly and talked about the past and future plans. As a priest, Si Ming has a wealth of knowledge. She talked about the secrets of ancient times through wine, but most of those things are not traceable. Too much.

"Do you really want to go alone tomorrow?" Si Ming asked as dawn approached.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Yes."

Si Ming said: "Can you tell me the reason?"

Ning Changjiu said: "This is a secret."

Si Ming smiled and said: "I guess it has something to do with your teacher."

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Maybe it is."

Si Ming said: "Your teacher has not contacted you for so many years, did you forget you?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "I won't forget."

Si Ming thought for a while, and said: "That's right. With your talent level, it is a first-class existence anywhere in the world. I even think that if you give you a hundred years, even if you are a Juggernaut They may not be your opponents. If one day you return to the sect and find that you are the strongest in the sect, it will be very interesting to think about it."

Ning Changjiu smiled, he knew that Si Ming would be wrong. Si Ming thought that his Taoist temple was just a powerful hermit sect, but Ning Changjiu still doesn't know where he is hiding in the world. And after Master killed himself with a sword, where is the barren land where his soul has been trapped for a long time?

He thought about these things for a long time.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I don't need to be better than the teacher, I can be better than you."

Si Ming's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Then you are wishful thinking." Si Ming said coldly: "I will always become a priest again in the future. Until then, Nuwen is no more than a trifling matter for me. Unless you can become the Lord of the Kingdom of God, it will never be possible. Conquer me."

Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head.

Si Ming looked at his self-deprecating smile, her expression relaxed a little, she raised the wine glass, shook the wine in it, and said: "I know what you are thinking about, there is a broken **** in your golden crow. Huh? Huh, but did you know that repairing a country is more difficult than building a country, not to mention that the real sunlight has long been obscured."

Ning Changjiu believes: "You don't need to rely on sunlight to defeat you."

Si Ming always felt that there was something in his words, and faintly responded: "You and Lu Jia marry are the same, your mouth is hard."

Ning Changjiu said: "After I leave, you are not allowed to bully and marry."

Si Ming smiled and said: "I will treat my marriage well."

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The memory fragments of last night are a little fuzzy. When approaching early morning, Ning Changjiu embraced Lu to marry him and slept for a while. After waking up, he asked Si Ming to say something. Then he went to the black room to meet the wronged Baba Xiaoling and explain. Some matters concerning the collection of authority have been discussed. After doing this, he came out with the sword and rushed to the direction of the sky list.

Ning Chang didn't use spiritual power to protect his body for a long time, letting the cold wind swept his face, poured into the snow-white robe, took away his temperature, and froze his body like a piece of ice.

He closed his eyes. Since the sea country, many accumulated cultivating insights have condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness, turned into ice crystals, and rolled into a blizzard in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The coldness of the flesh alarmed the Golden Crow in the Purple Mansion. It cried and flapped its wings, flying over the sea of ​​consciousness, melting the fragments of those memories.

When you know the sea, the snow turns into rain. In the rain curtain, Qiu Ziguan and Li He's sword shadows change, fade away a little bit, and melt into their own use.

This kind of process will be "enlightened" by ordinary ascetics.

But what Ning Changjiu relies on is not enlightenment, but "refinement". He takes all the experience, moves, and the fragments left in the sea of ​​knowledge during the battle as real substances, with strong spiritual power. As a flame, supplemented by the divinity of the Golden Crow, using the sea of ​​knowledge as a furnace, it is incorporated and refined for personal use.

After a thousand miles of sword, Haiguo’s feelings when he played chess melted away.

After two thousand miles of sword, the sense of interception outside Luo Shulou melted away.

After three thousand miles of swords, the remaining feelings of the five great monks in Luoshu melted away...

Ning Changjiu's spiritual platform is becoming more and more clear.

The temperature slowly returned to the body.

He opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded.

These rare insights are rare treasures for ordinary ascetics, but for him, they are only icing on the cake, helping him at most to add half a realm.

What's more, no matter how great the perception is, it is only perception. To truly integrate it into the flesh, it still requires thousands of battles.

Ning Changjiu calmed down.

He knows it will take a long time to get to the top list.

Now that he calmed down, he suddenly remembered that his life span seemed to be less than nine years left.

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Ning Changjiu didn't believe in fate before Ye Chiu broke his fate.

In his cognition, fate is nothing but the integration of countless choices. The so-called immortal being aloof and manipulating people's destiny is nothing but forcing people to make choices that seem to be inevitable once in a while. But immortals are also humans, and the fate of this kind of manipulation is still human life, which can be forcibly reversed and changed.

But destiny is intangible.

There are countless forks in life. No matter what ridiculous choice you make, you may fall into the fate of your fate, and what you see in the end is the same ending.

Destiny is not determined by choice. This is the most terrifying thing.

The fateful shackles on one's body, is it the ‘fate’ left by the master, or the ‘fate’ that is imprisoned by something intangible?

Ning Changjiu had rarely thought about these issues. But in the middle of winter, the heavy snow, the sky and the earth are far away, when the sword is alone, the dull color is endlessly brushing his face, and his mind can't help touching these.

"Master, are you looking at me?" Ning Changjiu raised his head and muttered to the sky.

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Unobservable.

The towering high pavilion temple, under the heavy shadow of the gods and Buddhas and the golden body of Asura, seems to be a sky wind, thousands of white veils danced silently, reflecting the shadows in the curtains.

The two largest statues of gods and buddhas hold rules and regulations in their hands, one is to compare the world, the other is to weigh the country, and each represents the standards and weighings, and the gods are solemn.

The golden light and the candlelight melted into an untouchable stream of light, and the light streamed on the white veils. Between the endless veils, there was a silhouette of a woman reflected.

This figure is covered with a faint golden light. It is extremely beautiful, like a veil. The **** uses hundreds of millions of lines to exhaust all the possibilities, and then wipes out all the remaining extra lines, leaving only the most The perfect one.

The woman is like cross-legged on the lotus throne, only to see the hair like a cloud in the shadow, not the real face.

She lowered her head quietly, looking at a shadow rising in the pool beside her.

The young man in white in the shadow stepped on the sword, raised his head, looked at it, and his eyes met him.

The woman was silent, her hands were gently raised, and the flicking sleeves seemed to be uncontrolled by external forces, fluttering and not drooping at all.

"Neither observable, why look at me?" The woman spoke softly. Her voice was extremely weak, like the wind that blew for thousands of years in a barren land. When it meets water, it becomes a lotus, and when it meets a fire, it becomes embers. Between loneliness and dead ashes.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the woman stopped looking at him.

After a long time, the door of the main hall opened slightly, and a man in a red saber walked in slowly and came to the curtain in the golden shadow.

"Meet Master." The red man saluted.

He is the third brother of Taoist temple.

He is good at painting and sword, and the combination of the two is unparalleled in the world. But he, who has always been chic, is very nervous today.

He can't remember how long the Master hasn't called him. He knew that there must be a major event today.

Mr. San’s etiquette is very stable and meticulous. He lowered his head and did not want to look at the shadow reflected on the drapery. For fear of looking at it more, he did not want to paint with a pen in the next few years.

The female watcher spoke softly, and the fairy voice floated: "Your little brother has gone to the top of the list."

The young man in red learned the whereabouts of the seventh junior from the senior sister's mouth.

He didn't understand the hard search for more than ten years. Since he found it, why didn't he take it and watch it. But since it was the master's intention, he couldn't ask more.

"Tianban?" The young man in red frowned slightly: "What is the younger brother going there for?"

Guardian said: "You don't need to care about these, just wait for him."

"Wait for him? Where can I wait for the younger brother?" The red man asked.

Master said: "In your building, when necessary, you can go out to see him."

The young man in red frowned, his own building... but it is clearly far away from the sky list, how come the junior fellow?

He didn't ask much, and saluted: "Yes, Master."

Guardian said: "Let me see your sword."

The young man in red said: "Don't dare to master the sword."

The subject whispered softly: "It's okay."

Only then did the young man in red grabbing the sword and gently pulling it out of its sheath.

What he drew was not a sword, but a long white scroll.

The long scroll is like a rushing river with fine waves.

The third brother is the real son of the noble family. He has his hair tied, his face is handsome and elegant, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his clothes are like fire, and his sword is like a costumed actor, gently shaking out his folding fan. The sword light pulled out, and as he swung his sword, this long white scroll kept spreading.

The color where the scroll passed.

The sword light glided across the countertop, and the countertop disappeared, turning into a pattern on the long scroll of sword energy. The sword light swept across the candlestick, and the candlestick disappeared, and the candlelight of the bean bounced on the sword energy scroll, becoming a vivid painting.

This is a real painting.

Where the sword qi passes, there is no power to destroy the dryness, but everything disappears silently and enters the painting constructed by his sword qi.

In a blink of an eye, the long white scroll that surrounds his body has turned into a portrait full of lights, gods and Buddhas.

Dancing in the long red dress wrapped around Mr. San, his brows are radiantly reflected, like a woman.

"It's okay." The female viewer said.

The Lord only asked him to take the sword, and did not comment on the quality of the sword.

Senior Brother San was slightly disappointed. He lightly vibrated the sword aura.

The gorgeous scrolls are scattered like smoke, and everything turned into a painting in the scroll returns to its original place.

His swordsmanship is an incisive use of spatial authority, but it is a completely opposite path to Zhang Qianyu's paintings.

Senior Brother Three bowed and withdrew from the temple.

When the third brother left, a big sister in a blue skirt walked in slowly.

"I have seen Master." The master sister saluted as usual.

The Guanzhu asked: "Shen Yu, what is the ending of the deduction of the Lianhua Tianshu?"

The master sister said: "Lianhua Tianshu has been deduced 37,000 times, and the ending is not good."

The subject is silent.

Master sister asked: "Master, do you want to give up the hunting country plan?"

Guardianism: "The Hunting Country Project is the only feasible way at the moment."

The master sister nodded and said: "The disciple understands, but what we have to face is something that cannot be killed."

But she also understands that if you don't kill that thing, it will swallow everything.

Guardian said: "The Hunting Country Project is feasible because someone has approached it and left wounds on it."

Master sister asked: "Sage?"

The master nodded and said: "Well. The saint has not really died yet."

The master sister did not ask any more, but instead asked: "Where is the younger brother? He has not yet reached the Five Dao... only a mere ten years or less, I am afraid it will be too late. Do you need me to pick him up directly?"

Guardian said: "No, I have asked the third and sixth to wait for him."

Master sister asked: "The hunting country plan?"

Guardian said: "The third national hunting plan, as usual."

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Ancient Lingzong, Jiuyou Hall, Throne.

Ning Xiaoling lay on the throne, nine cloud-like fox tails fluttering gently.

The blood sword Shen Tu is inserted on the right side of her throne, and ten lights are lit around her.

The color of the flame in each lamp is different, like a demon pupil in a shrine.

The placement of the lamp is exactly in line with the formation surrounding the throne.

This is the formation taught by Jiuyou, named after her, it is the "Jiuyou" formation.

This is the formation that Ning Changjiu has worked hard to do these days, and it simulates a small Ten Halls Hades. This small underworld brings together the densest power of authority in the world, and these authority will become a beacon of darkness in the light world, attracting other nether authority that symbolizes darkness to come here across the light.

Ning Xiaoling sat there, wagging her tail, with the majesty of Mingjun.

On weekdays, Si Ming and Lu Jiajia will take turns to accompany her. She was happy when the master came, and when the commander left, she was always sick.

She only hopes that she can work hard to save the Hades, end all this as soon as possible, live in peace and stability, and be the treasure in the palms of the brothers and masters.

The one who accompanies her today is Lu Jiajia.

Ning Xiaoling sat on Lu Jiajia’s thigh, pulled a wooden box with her paws, and flaunted: "Look, Master, this is the reward for Xiaoling Linggu Grand Competition to win the championship, and I have worked hard to find it. Yes, isn’t it amazing? Alas, it’s just that I had too much fun the other day and I forgot to show it to my brother."

Lu Jia married: "If I see you for a long time, I will definitely be very happy."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I have made a plan, which ones will be given to brothers, which ones will be given to masters, and which ones will bribe Si Ming sister..."

Lu Jiajia smiled.

Ning Xiaoling said: "By the way, do you remember Master? When you were guarding the edge of the abyss, Master and I said that if the brother came back, he would designate another pair of sisters and sisters to abduct. You see, Xiaoling Guess right!"

Ning Xiaoling is still complacent about this, but Lu Jiajia's smile has frozen, and a chestnut snapped down.

Ning Xiaoling held her head with her paws, looked at Master aggrievedly, and said: "Master, you didn't say at that time, as long as the brother can come back safely, let alone two, it doesn't matter if it is ten or a hundred. Huh?"

Lu Jiajia said indifferently: "At that time, I said that because he didn't come back. He is back now, of course it's different."

Ning Xiaoling said weakly, "Master is really wise."

Ning Xiaoling asked again: "The brother is going to the Tianbang, if he abducts another little sister, Master..."

The little fox stopped talking.

She raised her head, and saw Lu Jiajia staring at her with a bad expression.

"Master, I was wrong!" Ning Xiaoling immediately stretched out her paw, covered her mouth, and then wrapped her body with nine big tails.

Lu Jiajia smiled and stretched out his hand.

Ning Xiaoling's strange cry was heard again in Jiuyou Hall.

After Lu Jia married away, Ning Xiaoling lay softly on the throne. She raised her head and looked at the people floating in all directions, as if courtiers were seeing the authority of the monarch, and some had no face to see them.

She missed her brother even more.

Ning Xiaoling slowly stood up, she looked at the left hand of her throne, with the small characters engraved on it. According to the brother, this is the motto he wrote to her.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the motto on the left of the throne and read it out softly.

"The top is poor, the bottom is nine springs. I am the only minister of the underworld."

Hey, it’s a silly word, don’t you think you’ve written it well, brother?

Such words, even if you have become Mingjun, I am afraid that you can't say it, right?

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When Ning Changjiu came to the top list, it was already a month later.

The heavy snow stopped at the beginning.

The sky list stands in the center of Middle-earth and is made up of countless towers. At a glance, there are tall buildings of various colors standing on the ground, like a valley of crisscrossed rocks. In the middle of the valley composed of tall buildings, a majestic building rushes straight into the sky. The walls of the ancient building are magnificent, with dazzling characters flowing, while the doors and windows in between are all black, which looks like countless dark holes. .

Many people live in this tower.

They are all those who serve the top list.

Like Luoshu, the Tianban is almost a spiritual creature flying from outside the sky. It has fallen here and has not been moved. It is like a born wise man, sending out some mysterious predictions from time to time. The people in each arm of the Tianbang are responsible for interpreting the predictions given by the Tianbang. These predictions carry a certain pattern. They either symbolize disasters, or symbolize opportunities, or convey some unknown information.

Nowadays, the scholars in the various floors of the list are particularly busy.

Because the top ten most powerful people in Middle-earth will be announced again in the sky list.

After the annual list is announced, there will always be some trouble.

Fortunately, the disciple of the Saint Pavilion who sits on the top of the list now is Xiao Qiu, who once practiced the Sky Devouring Destruction Pill. After losing to Zhansi, the eighth disciple of Jian Pavilion, his realm was even higher, faintly going directly over the eighth floor of Zi Ting and reaching the ninth floor. Some people even think that if Zhan Si faced Xiao Qiu at this moment, he might be defeated by Xiao Qiu.

With him on the top ranking list, I want to see if there are no young people who dare to play the rankings. It can save a lot of trouble.

Xiao Qiu feels the same way.

He came by the order of his teacher. He originally thought that sitting on the top list was a glorious and boring thing, until he met the disciple of the sword pavilion.

He regarded the battle with Zanji as his glory, and deduced it tens of thousands of times in his mind, and found many possible ways to crack it. The disciple of the sword pavilion fought for the sect rectification.

But the people of the same age who can compete with him are only Jiange disciples.

Xiao Qiu sat in the battle room of Tianbang, looking down and meditating, his spear sticking straight to one side.

It's still half a month since he left the list. This should be a calm half month... It's just a pity that I can't see the ranking of the ten people in the world for the first time, and I don't know if my suzerain can still sit on the sixth throne.

Xiao Qiu opened his eyes after meditating as usual. He got up and walked out of the room, slowly walking outside.

He stood on the top of the sky list, looking far away.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something.

In the distant air, there seemed to be a violent and suppressed vibration. This kind of vibration is caused by the sword qi penetrating the air.

Xiao Qiu frowned slightly...He saw a black spot in the sky.

The black spot fell in the city, and then slowly moved towards here.

When I got closer, Xiao Qiu could see that it was a young man in white.

Good-looking, swordsmanship...looks like it should be acceptable. It's a pity that he shouldn't come to the top list.

In addition to the sky list, there are many small lists here, each in charge of one side, and many smaller sects often fight for those lists.

When the boy in white entered the city, many people noticed him.

It's a rare newcomer to come, and the person on the list has not forgotten to open the bet, betting on which floor he will go to.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and he slowly walked up the stairs.

He never stopped.

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(Thanks to the book friend Qiankun Wanyu for rewarding the rudder master! Thanks to the book friend who is really troublesome 1 rewarding the name! Thank you two book friends for their support and encouragement!)