Beyond the Divine States Chapter 319: : The man of the sky list, the thorn of Xueting

The black bird flies across the mountains, the peaks are like a screen, black and white, like a black sea full of white foam, rolling the waves to the rear.

Thousands of miles have not seen the city.

The black sparrow hovered around the building complex of the sky list for a while, like a flying eagle.

The evil in the sky list opened his eyes and cast his gaze on the bird in the sky. He took a look and then retracted his gaze, gently shook his head: "The girl who steals the country."

Ning Changjiu stood in the command building and looked at the sky. He couldn't see the black spots in the sky, and he didn't know that Zhao Xianger had seen all the black spots.

I don’t know that the date of reunion is almost tied to the “death”, and he even misses Zhao Xianger from time to time. He thinks about the long-term goodbye and wins the newly-married, and he also fills up some arrogant black-dressed girls who are leaning on him. In her arms, her little hands and cheeks were pressed against her chest, a picture of shouting'husband'.

This made him even more motivated to practice. Thinking of seeing you next time, he definitely can't lose to her in the first battle.

The white snow on the terrace was swept away, and Ning Chang sat there for a long time, with the sword across his knees, tempering his sword intent.

Jiangaku's entry into the rankings did not cause much disturbance.

The state of evil is very poor, and will not dispute with Jiange for this. Jiange also showed respect for Bangling. The master sister sent a sword book to apologize, saying that she had severely punished the second sister. As for the sword and sword of the sword pavilion, Guan, leave it here for the time being, and retrieve it later, just as a lesson for the younger sister.

Ning Changjiu always felt that Jiange seemed to be plotting something big.

The name of'Zhang Jiu' was also spread in Middle-earth and entered the sight of many big people.

A Twenty-something Purple Peak appeared out of thin air in Middle-earth. It is said that it came from the ancient Lingzong who was in trouble. It is really strange. For this reason, the remaining Shenzong will also send some disciples to play the rankings.

The failure of Xiao Qiu and Mr. Fourteen also made them worry, for fear that the best seedlings would be dispelled. Therefore, the only disciples who were sent to play the rankings were just well-behaved disciples who were responsible for exploring the truth and fiction.

Ning Changjiu has fought against them recently, and no one has ever been able to go through the five moves under him.

Ning Changjiu also took this to see the leopard in his own way, and collected the essence of each sect of swordsmanship one by one.

Tonight is the day when the top ten people of Middle-earth will be released. The pattern of Middle-earth has changed, so many people are also full of expectations for the top ranking.

During the day, when Ning Changji finished his practice, he came to a teahouse in Tianbang. The owner of the teahouse made a lot of money by betting him, and smiled at him, waiving all the tea money.

"You have studied the top ranking list for so many years, what have you studied?" Ning Changjiu smiled and chatted with an old scholar next to him.

The old man said: "I don't dare to pretend to see anything. Before I die, I can understand some of the furnishings of the destiny, and it is dead and no regrets."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Have you been here all your life?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I have only come here in recent years. I hate to meet each other late."

Ning Changjiu drank a sip of tea, looked at the snow outside, and said: "This is obviously the center of Middle-earth. It should be prosperous. Why are thousands of miles deserted?"

The old man frowned and asked: "You have made a name for yourself, and you don't even know about these things?"

"Sir, please enlighten me." Ning Changjiu said sincerely.

The old man said: "Because the middle part of Middle-earth was an ancient battlefield five hundred years ago, this place was completely destroyed. The ground we are standing on now was a rock formation that sank deep underground many years ago. Most of the ground veins below have been beaten to pieces and fall apart. In spring and summer, they will move frequently... The ground movement is not terrible. The terrible thing is that in the cracks of the ground, there will always be evil spirits. Spilled out, even if ordinary ascetics come into contact with these evil spirits, they are likely to die. Ordinary people simply cannot survive."

Ning Changjiu thought of what they had learned in Luo Shu. At that time, they were in the middle of China.

"So, it's a pity that this huge place is uninhabited." Ning Changjiu said casually.

The old man said: "There is no way, except for the 81 countries that are connected as a whole, ordinary villages simply cannot survive here."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How was the eighty-one country built?"

The old man said: "There are rumors that the immortals founded the country, and there are also rumors that it is the kingdom of heaven."

Ning Changjiu squinted his eyes, and immediately remembered the "Rain of the Immortal City" in the book of Luo Shu. At that time, the sky seemed to split, and the Immortal Kingdom Cave Mansion that was carried on it fell into the world like rain. The walls of those cities are all steel, which is hard to destroy over time.

Later, Ning Changjiu talked with Lu Jiajia and Si Ming. At that time, the two of them met in the disaster of the rain in the fairy city.

Could it be that the rain in the fairy city was the embryonic form of the Eighty One City, or it was the Eighty One City...

Ning Changjiu retracted his thoughts and said, "You tell me, I'm actually from Nanzhou."

"Nanzhou actually came here?" The old man said in surprise: "Nanzhou and other barren land can still produce monks like you."

Ning Changjiu smiled, did not answer, just asked: "I have traveled from Nanzhou through the sea of ​​no luck, from Haiguo all the way to Ancient Lingzong, and all I saw were Xianshan Cave Mansion, a prosperous city, here. The desolation is very different."

The old man thought for a while and said: "Because the edge of Middle-Earth has not been affected by the war, coupled with the coastal area, developed commerce and trade, there are a large number of spiritual sects stationed, naturally it is difficult to escape the prosperity."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Only the center of China is the ancient battlefield?"

"Well. It is said to be the case." The old man said: "It is recorded in ancient books that the place where the saint chose to fight for the gods was the center of the middle-earth five hundred years ago. At that time, the saints and a group of great demons, human monks, The battlefield was cleared out, and most ordinary people were moved out of the battlefield with the power of moving mountains and seas, so that ordinary people of the human race and demon race were saved from the disaster. However, the scope of the divine warfare was larger than imagined. It is still inevitable that many places have been devastated, bloodshed, and countless deaths and injuries."

Ning Changjiu nodded...it's no wonder that in the world of Luoshu at that time, I didn't see ordinary people after flying for a long time. There were five scenes full of purple courts like dogs.

It turns out that almost all the strongest people in the whole world gathered here at that time.

Unfortunately, the saints and them failed in the end.

The last scene emerged in Ning Changjiu's knowledge of the sea. The roar of the blue dragon phantomly sounded in his ears, the megatron mountains and the sea, and the sky full of fire as the curtain call, announcing the end of the war of gods.

"It's a terrible age." Ning Changjiu sighed, and said: "The surviving human races were all over the four fields. Why are the surviving demons gathered in Ten Thousand Demons City, but ordinary places are rare? In the past, humans and demons were together Work together to fight the ancient gods. It shouldn’t be the case after the war."

The old man thought for a while, and said: "Ten Thousand Demons City...Hey, it is said that the strongest demon races today are in that city, and even the rankings in the sky list will deliberately avoid the Ten Thousand Demons City. I think it is related to the saints. , No matter how much, my old man doesn’t know anymore."

"Sage..." Ning Changjiu hummed.

……

Back to the command building, Ning Chang would have time to rest, so someone went upstairs to ask the list.

The visitor is a female disciple.

Ning Changjiu's eyes lit up.

He didn't know the female disciples who came, and didn't care about their family background, but he was happy to beat them.

He usually uses a few tricks to defeat a male disciple, but defeating a female disciple is one way to control the enemy!

So he added a title of "splendid flower" to the title of Zhengwang. He knew that these titles would be passed on to the ancient Lingzong, and he wanted to take this Let Lu Jiajia be happy, by the way, to prove how calm he is when he is alone.

The female disciple watched nervously at the prestigious young man in white. She saluted seriously, drew her sword, reported herself to her family, and asked the other side to fight to help her improve.

The innocent girl didn't know that she was about to become a tool for the other party to coax his wife.

There is no suspense in this battle.

The sword shines through the command building.

Within a single move, the girl was defeated tragically.

She knelt down and looked at the sword falling on the floor with tears in her eyes. She is also the little fairy of her own sect, when has she been treated like this.

She aggrieved: "Senior, as the rumors say...has already said that seniors should come...ooh."

Ning Changjiu nodded, casually pointed out the flaws in her swordsmanship, and then said indifferently: "Don't cry, Zhang has a hard-hearted... Since you are defeated, go out soon, lest you let people Misunderstanding."

The girl was even more aggrieved after hearing it, she turned her face and ran downstairs with tears streaming down her face.

She will definitely accuse Zhang Jiu of being ruthless after she goes out.

Ning Changjiu continued to refine his sword intent.

He has entered the ninth floor of the Purple Court, approaching the summit. His purple court realm is extraordinary. When holding the Kunlun sword, he even felt that as long as he could draw out the sword, he could cross the realm and kill the five cultivators.

The years are quiet and slow.

The cold night came again.

The barrier of the sky list that was cut open by the second senior sister Liu Junzhuo has already recovered on its own, shining brightly in the night, just like a curtain of colored glaze and colorful gauze covering the four sides of an ancient building.

Tonight, many people gathered under the list, waiting for the announcement of the people of Middle-earth.

Ning Changjiu approached the water tower and was the first to see the list.

The number one is undoubtedly the Juggernaut, the second is the master sister He Yaoqin of the sword pavilion, the third is Ji Xuan, the owner of the Shenhualou, and the fourth is...

"Gu Lingzong Sect Master, Si Ming." Ning Changjiu said gently.

He was a little nervous, because his fame and Si Ming’s ranking would focus many eyes on the new ancient spirit sect. The identity of Si Ming was extremely special, which would undoubtedly bring huge attention and unnecessary trouble. At the same time, he is also somewhat fortunate, at least the name on this list is Si Ming rather than Xue Ci.

This shows that even the top list is unknown.

It's just that if Si Ming saw this list, he would be unwilling to think about it, thinking that the priest under his one **** should be above the whole world. Although her state is far from the peak in the past, she is only ranked fourth...

The wild list is undoubtedly!

Ning Changjiu kept watching.

After Si Ming, Yu Qing, the owner of the Misty Building, and Jing Zhan, the owner of the Xuanhai Building, ranked sixth. Compared with last year, the names of these two posters have been swapped.

The seventh name is Liu Junzhuo, the second disciple of Jiange, and the eighth name is Di Huan, the master of the Dry Star Taoist School, one of the Eight Gods Sect.

"This woman is more powerful than I thought." Ning Changjiu weighed the sword in his hand, thinking about the impulsive woman, and sighed softly.

The ninth name is Qiu Xiansheng, the leader of the eighty-one kingdom.

The tenth name is the pavilion master of Xuandan Saint Pavilion, Yu Lingtai.

So far is the list of ten people from the previous year.

On the list, Luo Cangsu, who had been firmly in the top five, had no name, and the Gu Lingzong master, who had always been on the tenth position, also disappeared.

"Siming..." Ning Changjiu looked at her ranking and chuckled softly: "It's really like the name."

Hey, I just got married and married a younger sister. The fourth-ranked player on the top list always sits by his side, thinking about coming...it is uncomfortable.

For Ning Changjiu's ranking of the ten people in China, he didn't have much interest in understanding. He just adjusted his boring career as a leader.

There is a lot of people under the ranking list.

It was a lot of people who came to watch the ceremony specially by the sect.

Especially the people of Xuandan Saint Pavilion, the master of Saint Pavilion was on the list for the first time, celebrating the pavilion, and they can finally come out of the depression of Xiao Qiu losing to Zhang Jiu.

Ning Changjiu's gaze stayed on the three characters of Shenhualou for a while, then moved away calmly and continued to practice the sword.

The news reached Gu Lingzong in the middle of the night.

……

The stove is cold and the drinks are still warm.

Ning Xiaoling was lying on the side of the road, curled up and hugging the warm stove. She opened her mouth and hiccuped with alcohol, looking at the sober master and sister Si Ming with blurred eyes.

The drunkenness that Si Ming had originally worn was also gone.

She sits leaning on a chair, with her legs folded, holding the edge of the porcelain cup in one hand, turning it gently, crossing her chest with one hand, resting between the elbows of the other hand, staring coldly at Si Ming. Holding a piece of paper on the table, the edge of the paper was stained with wine, a little messy.

Lu Jiajia's chair moved to her side. She looked at Si Ming nervously and cautiously said: "Sister Xueci, I think this ranking... is unfair!"

"Well, it's a mere list of sky, I don't know if the sky is high and the earth is thick, it is normal." Si Ming said lightly, and gently pushed the paper aside.

Lu Jia married and said: "Siming, the four...it must be my sister who just came out of the mountain, and I don't know the depth of the list, so I deliberately put together a homophonic."

Siming has become accustomed to domineering these days, and has a feeling of invincibility in the world, so at this moment, seeing this list, he is below three people, I am still quite dissatisfied.

She seemed to say calmly: "It's also possible that it's just the rank of the realm. It's not necessarily my opponent who has a higher realm than me, and I'm far from the top."

Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "If you really rank according to the outcome, wouldn't that husband be at least third..."

Only when the words came out, Lu Jiajia slightly covered her lips, realizing that she had said the wrong thing.

Si Mingwei turned his head, his eyes lightly fell on her body: "What did the younger sister say?"

Lu Jiajia hurriedly remedy the situation, folded the paper carefully according to a certain line, and then handed it to Si Ming-only the first three were folded to the back of the paper.

"Sister Xueci will always be in this position in my heart." Lu Jiajia smiled.

Si Ming showed a pear-like smile. She stretched out her hand and trimmed the haircut for Lu Jiama, and said: "I don't know if my sister is caring, or has learned some tricks of rhetoric."

Lu Jia married and said: "Naturally it is caring, I am very rare for my sister."

Si Ming smiled, and said: "I don't know how long this rarity can last."

Lu Jiajia's heart shuddered, blinked, and smiled: "What nonsense is my sister talking about? This kind of love will naturally last a lifetime."

Alas, Master used to be so fierce when he was teaching in the sword hall, what is it like to be bullied now... Ning Xiaoling listened with ears upright and continued to pretend to be drunk. She only hoped that the brother would come back soon.

Si Ming took the last sip of the wine, then put the glass down and said: "The world is like this wine, it's really dull and boring."

Lu Jiajia helplessly said: "This is already the strongest wine in the whole clothes street. If it doesn't taste good, then there is nothing worth drinking in the world."

Si Ming looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and said: "So after Ning Chang comes back, my sister must hurry up and give birth."

Speaking, she leaned close to her body, and quietly stroked Lu Marry's flat and tight abdomen with one hand.

Lu Jiajia gave a symbolic push of her hand, and she felt miserable.

"By the way, what exactly is the fox tail that Xiaoling said earlier?" Si Ming remembered it again.

Lu Jiajia’s heart is shaken, she lifts her bare hand lightly, and slowly puts it on her forehead, her eyes blurred: "I...some want to sleep."

Ning Xiaoling regretted the previous gaffe and continued to pretend to be drunk.

Si Ming grabbed Lu Jiajia's wrist and said, "Can you tell me?"

Lu Jiajia directly closed her own sea of ​​consciousness with spiritual power, disguised as fainting, and fell into her arms.

Si Ming looked at the woman in his arms, sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, wondering: "As for...well, what is it?"

……

Gu Lingzong, the disciples who came home on New Year’s Eve for the New Year also began to return to the sect.

The ice and snow haven't melted yet, Youyue Lake is still frozen for thousands of miles, but the voices are gradually warming up.

This makes the fish king a little unhappy.

Because of this, it is not the only **** in Youyue Lake.

There is only one lake. The more gods there are, the more resources will be grabbed with him. And it is very different among these ‘gods’, so it has to be forced to abandon this fish pond.

But when I ate green vegetables for more than half a month, I cherished the fish very much.

It needs to find a way to eat fish even when it’s not sitting in a fish pond.

So it dug an eye-catching cave at the edge of the lake. The cave reads "Fish King Cave". It hid in it and said in ancient and deep words: "I am the supreme master of Youyue Lake. Anglers must enshrine three big fish every day, otherwise, they will get nothing and will be contaminated with the curse of the fish king."

At first, people thought it was a prank.

But soon, they found that they really couldn't catch the fish.

It turned out that the fish king dived into the water and blocked all the gaps in the ice holes.

After today, someone tried to pay tribute to the king of fish. After paying the tribute, they caught a lot of fish. More and more people pay tribute to the fish king, and some people feel that it is evil and dare not approach Youyue Lake anymore. And the King Fish has never been in the water personally, so he goes to the cave every day to feast on his meals and eats for nothing.

Those anglers are even grateful to the so-called fish king because of their good harvest, and go to worship more and fatter fish. As everyone knows, it was originally what they deserved, but it was deliberately restricted before.

After pretending to be a ghost, the fish king lay on the rock and bask in the sun.

He touched his plump belly, recalling the rosy years of being blown away by the rain and the wind, there is always a sense of unreality that is always going forward.

"The Dharma is boundless..."

The King Fish spoke gently.

……

……

Time passed unconsciously, another half a month in a blink of an eye.

The ice and snow covering the world gradually faded away, and the branches with snow began to spit out new stamens, and the vigorous vitality was nourished in the vast ground, waiting for the thunder of the thunder to strike, and the insect snake crawled out of the nest.

Ning Changjiu looked up from the command building, the peaks and mountains stood like screens, covered with gold in the evening light. This is almost all that the vision can reach.

It's been over a month.

He walked out of the command building, slowly closed the door, and slowly left with Liu Junzhuo's sword and crown.

"Are you leaving?"

A voice rang in my mind, it was evil.

Ning Changjiu nodded: "Time is almost up."

Evil said: "Well, when we see you next time, it might be the scene of the sky falling northwest and the land sinking southeast again."

Ning Changjiu said: "The saint is about to die, no one in the world can initiate a battle of this scale anymore."

Evil road: "Maybe."

Ning Changjiu slowly walked down the stairs.

As he was about to truly leave, the last words of evil sounded like a dream in the lake of mind, splashing ripples.

"Be careful of the sword pavilion."

Evil talk.

Ning Changjiu seemed to have heard nothing, did not make any response, and walked out of the top list as usual.

The command building is empty, and the sky list in the sunset is farewell to him.

The young man came alone and returned with his sword.

"Is going to leave now?" The old scholar who had chatted with him said: "The practice here for one month is comparable to the outside year. This is a sacred place that is hard to find in the world. If you don't sit for three months, it is true. What a pity."

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't have time."

The old scholars are a little strange. Isn't it just to save time for practice?

"Do you have something more important than the cultivation of longevity certificate?" The old scholar is very strange: "Ordinary monks don't talk about it, but for a genius like you, cultivation of the longevity path should be the supreme long-cherished wish. ."

"I don't cultivate long life." Ning Changjiu said: "I only cultivate immortality."

His fate with Tianbang is evil and Xiaoling's safety. After these two things are done, the fate is over, and it is naturally not worth staying.

Don't say that his life has not been a few years, even if his life span is still long, he will not do things that are struggling for longevity.

Longevity is beautiful, but using long and boring years to gamble on a vague ideal, in the end, it is very likely that thousands of years of vicissitudes will become ashes, and it is not worth it. These leisure times are not as good as watching the snow with Si Ming, watching the mountains with the marriage, or enjoying all kinds of customs with them.

Qingxianxunyao asked Changsheng is something that we will only do when we grow old.

He is still young.

Ning Changjiu left. After that, many disciples who had been waiting for a long time in the ranking list entered the building one after another and began to compete for the next place in the ranking list.

They are all young handsome men, but Zhang Jiu, Mr. Fourteen and Xiao Qiu Zhuyu are in front, no one cares about their victory or defeat.

……

Ning Changjiu's imperial sword followed the traces of the rut and flew into the snowy river, with a sword headed east.

One day and night later, he stopped in a pavilion and took a nap.

It is an ancient pavilion facing the water, which has been eroded by years and is crumbling.

Ning Changjiu came to the pavilion, put the sword aside, and adjusted his breath.

Suddenly, he had a sharp heart, raised his eyes and glanced at the stele by the pavilion. Three words "Looking for Wine Terrace" were written on the stele.

"Looking for wine?" Ning Changjiu frowned slightly: "Looking for a long time..."

The voice just fell, he was still thinking about whether it was a coincidence, but the last piece of winter plum fell suddenly on the branch of the pavilion.

The red plum petals are like the last snow in winter.

Ning Changjiu feels ominous.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and cut off the plum blossom with a sword gas.

The plum blossom split into two petals, lying quietly in the snow-it was just a cover.

Suddenly, the sound of the wind rose with the cranes, and around the ancient pavilion, the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Behind Ning Changjiu, the sky was dim and the spring breeze cleared. The snow all over the courtyard suddenly gathered, condensed like a whirlpool, and pierced his back.

"Waiting for you for a long time."

The voice and the crane shadow came out from the sword light at the same time, with persistent resentment.

It was the overlord of the Dianhuan Sect who escaped that day, Baihe Zhenjun.