Beyond the Divine States Chapter 331: : The Sword of the Master, the City of Ten Thousand Demons

Si Ming looked at the figure from behind, and saw the white-clothed green silk embedded in the moon, sitting cross-legged, the moonlight under the skirt of the skirt spread out gently, I don't know if it was the sky or the water.

She seems to be far away from herself, but also close at hand.

Si Ming looked at this illusory figure from the back quietly.

"Heart demon?" Si Ming whispered to himself.

She realized that she was in a dream.

She hasn't had such a dream for a long time.

Because it was a dream, she could clearly see what she was like at the moment.

Hanging the black ancient sword on her side, her body was also put on a half-shouldered robes, modeled on astrology, with golden patterns outlined in the robe, underneath the robe, her skin is slender The intricate silver tattoo comes out, the lines are neatly drawn, and it blends with the robes cut by the long night. It is the unique tattoo inherent to the priest.

Behind her, there is also a slender, like a waning moon woven with silver threads, which contains her graceful and protruding body.

Si Ming looked at himself like this with a look of nostalgia.

This is what she looked like when she was a priest.

Sure enough, I still couldn't let go of the past... Si Ming felt a little tired.

She looked at the shadow of Bai Shang in the moon, and once again remembered the day when the kingdom of God collapsed. The endless dark fire burns the sky, and the red dust rolls around, in the squally wind like a dragon like a dragon, and in the broken earth, the iron chain made of the keel is like a python raising the head, trapping the figure of the **** in the chaos, and then bright There was a white light.

The initial point of the line of sight expanded wildly, turning into a huge light wheel, flooding the line of sight, almost sweeping away all the darkness and fire.

It looks like a knife, and it looks like a moon.

Yuehui fell, and the silver tide rolled on the ground. In the cracked earth, her **** seat fell apart with the sundial, and fell desperately towards the city of Broken Realm.

In the last line of sight, what she saw was a blurry shadow with a blue silk and white dress.

This is her heart demon, and it is also the reason why she was murderous when she first saw Lu married.

Siming looked at the shadow in this dream, and smiled self-deprecatingly. After the long encounter between Duanjiecheng and Ning, her mind changed a lot in subtle ways, and the heart of the Saint Child, which was lost with the collapse of the kingdom of God, seemed to gradually condense in her body.

She brushed away the fear in her heart, walked on the road paved by moonlight with bare feet, and walked towards her slowly and calmly.

Since it is a dream.

Since it’s a demon.

Then tonight is easy to kill the demon in the dream!

Si Ming remained surprisingly awake in the dream. She suddenly raised her sleeves, her five fingers spread, and the black sword on her side danced around the sleeves, and fell in her palm. Si Ming grabbed the hilt of the sword. With the sympathy of Jian Xin, what he saw and felt in the world turned into a real enlightenment of heaven and earth.

Si Ming's knees bend slightly, her body bowed slightly, and she leaped abruptly while holding the sword. She couldn't feel any resistance, and the figure leaped up into the sky easily. The sword was faster than ever... When it was close to the peak of the year, it was even worse!

Is this really a dream... why is it so real?

The thought flashed by. After she jumped to the limit, her figure hovered in the air. Then, her black robe danced wildly, her spiritual power gushing out, and the semi-circular arc light bordered by the moon shadow bloomed brilliantly in the sky.

The sword light descended from the sky, her figure fell like a meteor, and cut towards the whirling shadow embedded in the middle of the moon!

Si Ming has rarely felt this kind of pleasure.

She went back to the past, endless power surged through her body, the stars rose and fell on the side of the **** seat, and the earthly birth and death were between the palms. This sword was unexpectedly fast, fast enough to cut everything.

Her people cut into the moon with the sword.

The sword was cut on the right shoulder of the woman in white!

Si Ming is sure that he has cut her! But the other party's figure is not only silent, even if the clothes are not damaged in the slightest.

When Si Ming was still confused, the woman with her back to her suddenly brushed her shoulders, like a dust.

Boom!

In an instant, Si Ming's figure flew, and she hit the ground with her toes and swept across the water-like ground. After sliding down a hundred feet, she stood on the ground with a sword, which was able to stabilize her figure.

Si Ming raised his head in amazement, and looked at the back of the understatement that had dispelled his strength. His eyes were filled with shock.

"My demon...is that stubborn?" Si Ming muttered to himself.

It's just that no matter how strong the heart demon is, how can it be difficult to kill in a dream?

She abandons distracting thoughts, lifts the sword and then goes away. The distance of one hundred feet is shortened instantly. She holds the sword in both hands and cuts again in the air with the posture of beheading.

After a chime-like sound, Si Ming's figure flew out in the same way.

"How is it possible?" Si Ming looked at his trembling robe, the silver tattoo swayed like a candle in the wind, "This...Is this really a dream? Why is he still in his dream? Can't break the demons?"

She couldn't feel the pain, only a deep sense of powerlessness emerged.

After a long silence, she opened her eyes again, staring at the figure from behind, and her heart surged again.

She held the sword tightly, burned the sword fire, and rushed forward at a faster speed than before.

The two collided. Si Ming was bounced off again.

She fell to the ground and got up with difficulty. Although she was embarrassed, how could she give up? She was lucid, facing the heart barrier, holding the sword and pounced on it again and again, and then was shaken again and again. The flames of war that ignited in her heart were severely suppressed by an invisible hand, but this kind of depression gave birth to her even more. Indomitable and unyielding in my heart.

She held the sword, slowly got up, wrapped her hands to the back of her neck, tied her head full of silver hair with spiritual power, tied it tightly, held the sword again, and continued to rush towards the figure.

Isn't it the heart demon... If you can't be killed, how can I reach the top of the road and return to the seat of God in the future!

Si Mingdao's heart is firm again, holding the sword and standing up like a sword. Then she was shaken away again and again, and fell into the watery moonlight.

The moonlight wets the sleeves of her robe.

Time passed for a long time, but Si Ming still couldn't hurt the opponent a bit.

A sense of powerlessness surged into my heart in despair.

How could it not be defeated... Si Ming smiled miserably, she struggled to get up, sat cross-legged, the black sword crossed her knees.

The shadow of Qingsi Baishang waited for her quietly.

Siming expended a lot of energy to suppress the thoughts in his mind.

She looks at the sky, forgets the sky, looks at the moon, forgets the moon, strokes the sword, forgets the sword.

The ice eyes suddenly became hollow.

Sitting around the world, forgetting God in silence.

So that she didn't even hear it, the figure let out a faint sigh.

The black sword flew from his lap.

Si Ming clicked on the center of his brows. Behind her, the waning moon turned into a sparrow with a huge wingspan, and the moon sparrow cried aloud, clinging to the sword. In the sundial, the part of the moon was disassembled, and the inscription was engraved on the sword.

Si Ming's hand wiped from his forehead.

She slowly opened her eyes.

With a loud call, the black sword and the moon sparrow merged into one body, cutting towards the moon at an unprecedented speed. This sword is more powerful than all the previous swords combined, it cuts the void and collapses, cuts the moon shadow and loses its glory, and seems to be able to split the entire moon with one sword.

Boom!

Amid the loud noise, Si Ming sighed slightly, the connection between the spirit and the dream world was as thin as a silk.

It's time to be killed now... she thought this way, slowly raising her head. Then, she saw another scene that almost broke her heart.

The sword hovered beyond the moon. The moon was unscathed, but her moon sparrow was abruptly pulled out of the sword and changed into a sparrow-sized appearance again.

But this moon sparrow, who clearly belongs to her, not only does not reject this life and death enemy, but also jumps down on her shoulders, pecking at her affectionately.

Despair and betrayal split like a thunder. In the sound of shattering, the spiritual thread entwining the long hair broke and the silver hair was re-approved. Si Ming was kneeling, looking so embarrassed.

She felt like she had nothing.

"Ning Changjiu!!!" She yelled subconsciously, her voice piercing, she suddenly turned her head and looked to her side, but saw nothing.

Yes...this is just a dream.

After knowing her life, she felt ashamed of her shouting.

She knelt to the ground, supporting herself with her hands, panting violently.

Since it is a dream...

Si Ming smiled miserably and pressed his eyebrows again.

"Sure."

A voice suddenly sounded, and the voice was clear.

Si Ming's heart was shaken, she raised her head, but saw that the motionless shadow did not know when she had stood up. Time seemed to slow down. Si Ming watched her turn around. She still couldn't see the other side's face, but she could feel the infinite beauty.

The woman walked towards herself slowly, her pace was gentle and steady, and the curves of her body were clearly beautiful, but she didn't have the slightest charm of charm, only a pure saint.

Si Ming couldn't understand his current mood.

She looked at the other person faintly as she approached her.

The woman in the moon took off the sword in the sky, leaned down, and tied it to Si Ming's waist. Si Ming wondered why she wanted to do this, but did not resist. The woman's movements were gentle, without the slightest hostility. She stretched out her hand with slightly bent fingers, Yue Yue jumped up to her fingertips, she flipped her palm a little, and landed on her eyebrows, and Yue Sparrow merged into her body like water again.

She saw the woman raise her hand before she could figure it out.

Is she going to kill herself... Si Ming thought so, but when she heard a click, she was hit with a chestnut on the forehead.

Si Ming snorted and covered his forehead.

It hurts...

She woke up.

Si Ming slowly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing!" Si Ming suddenly became sober, struggling out of Ning Changjiu's arms, she touched her clothes, lifted up her sleeves and looked for signs of bruises on her wrists. Staring at Ning Changjiu, he said coldly: "Who asked you to hold me?"

When she woke up, her head was resting on Ning Changjiu's chest, one hand was holding his clothes, the other was around his back, and her body was even closer.

Ning Changjiu said innocently: "It is clear that you called my name when you were asleep, and then hugged me tightly. I was the one who lost his innocence!"

"Why are you innocent!" Si Ming replied, and she exhaled, rubbed her temples, and recalled the previous dream.

She immediately touched her waist...Where is the black sword?

It's really a dream...

Si Ming shook his head lightly.

How could I have such a dream? Is my demon already stubborn to this point?

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Ning Changjiu asked with concern, moving his numb body.

Si Ming said with a cold snort: "I have cultivated to the five realms, how can I do nightmares? Besides, where is the thing in this world that scares me?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her suspiciously, and asked: "Then what did you dream of? I can't wake you up just now."

"I don't remember." Si Ming said perfunctorily: "But since I called you in my dream, it is probably not a good dream. Forget it, I will forgive you this time, if I dare to sleep frivolously next time For me, I will cut off your hand!"

"..." Ning Changjiu thought, if I really want to belittle you, do I still need to wait for you to fall asleep? He sighed, and said, "I see, Lord Priest."

Si Ming was too lazy to pursue his perfunctory. Her thinking was still indulged in the previous dream, recalling the last scene.

Dreams are the evolution of one's own deep consciousness.

According to this statement...How could I not be able to beat the opponent, and I was even knocked on a chestnut in the end? These are all my subconscious cognitions?

Si Ming bit her pink lips and couldn't help recalling what Ning Changjiu had said to herself earlier-she had a tendency to be abused subconsciously.

Impossible!

Si Ming immediately denied this idea. How could he be that kind of woman?

But... how do you explain the previous dream?

Si Ming's mood is very contradictory.

Ning Changjiu looked at her downturned face, and stared at her unsteady eyes, with the same curiosity...What did she dream of?

Ning Changjiu couldn't help thinking of the trembling eyelashes in her dream, the closed lips, the slightly painful face, and the hands that circled her...The light in her mind suddenly appeared, and Ning Changjiu felt that she wanted to understand.

A moment is worth a thousand dollars, no wonder you don't want to wake up!

He remembered how she called her name in her dream. The object of the dream is self-evident! No wonder she said such things when she woke up.

Ning Changjiu couldn't help laughing. He couldn't imagine that a person like Si Ming would have such a dream. It turned out that she also... Thinking of this, Ning Changjiu looked at her with a softer gaze.

Si Ming turned his head and looked at his soft eyebrows vigilantly... I always feel that something is weird... Well, it must be that he has no good intentions!

The two looked at each other for a while, thinking they had guessed what the other person was thinking.

"It's getting late, go to Ten Thousand Demons City as soon as possible." Si Ming took the lead and looked away. She stood upright and drew a virtual sword.

"Huh?" Si Ming was slightly puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Si Ming discovered that his kendo cultivation seems to be diligent again, this diligent...not small!

Is there a magical effect in practicing swords in a dream?

"Nothing." Si Ming said casually. It is absolutely impossible for her to tell the fact that she was embarrassed by the beating in her dream. Anyway, the dream belongs to me alone, as long as no one sees it, I am an invincible priest!

Ning Changjiu gently held down her virtual sword and said: "It's not far to the Ten Thousand Demons City. Let me control the sword."

Si Ming frowned and said, "What are you doing again?"

Ning Changjiu said softly: "If you have such a dream, it is inevitable that your mood will be unstable. Let's take a rest."

Si Ming bit his lip, his expression is complicated... By the way, he knows my demon, has he guessed the content of his dream? This... What a shame.

"I didn't have such a dream!" Siming denied.

Ning Changjiu looked at her expression and strengthened his thoughts. He drew a virtual sword, patted Si Ming's shoulder lightly, and said: "Come on."

"Don't touch me!" Si Ming slapped him with a hand on his shoulder.

Heh, pretend to be with me? Ning Changjiu smiled and looked at her, shaking his head lightly, too lazy to pierce through.

Si Ming is indeed a little confused. She did not refuse, and walked behind Ning Changjiu with a gloomy face.

The City of Ten Thousand Demons is near.

……

Unobservable.

Between the curtains, the shadow of Guanzhu Yechan Palace swayed like water.

Master sister walked into the view.

"Master." She saluted.

Ye Chan Palace gently raised his hand.

The curtain opened, and a book poked out of it.

Master sister took the scroll. The scroll is not thick, and the ink on it is not dry.

This is a sword book.

The big sister looked slightly different, she recognized the sword technique from the clues in the sword move, and asked: "This is Xueci's sword?"

"Yeah." Ye Changong said: "Guardian disciple, only you are the most refined swordsman. You find all the loopholes in the swordsmanship, and then fill her up for it."

The elder sister remembered the proud woman, shook her head lightly, and asked: "A subjugated priest, there is nothing but a beautiful skin. It's fine for the little brother to see the sensuality. Why is she worthy of the master’s attention? Or say..."

Ye Chan Gong interrupted her, "Just do as I said."

The elder sister collected the scrolls and took a breath. Xue Ci is proud and arrogant, Zhao Xiang'er has different opinions, after thinking about it, it is the one named Lu Jiajia who looks the most pleasing to the eye.

"Shen Yu takes orders." The master sister reluctantly agreed.

Ye Chan Palace asked: "What's happening between Baiyin Snow Palace and Jiange?"

The master sister said: "The Tianjun of the Silver Snow Palace appeared in the world for a short while five days ago. At that time, the younger brother and Xueci were boating on a bamboo raft. Tianjun watched for a while and didn't do anything. Three days ago, the master sister of the sword pavilion finished repairing. The last stage of the Wandaotong Sacred Jue has been passed, and the whereabouts are unknown, but according to the observation of the third junior apprentice, it should be the City of Ten Thousand Demons."

The master sister paused and continued: "The one to seven disciples of Jian Pavilion are all ready to take over the fortune of heaven. If the way of heaven is awakened, it will be very troublesome to infuse them with great power. The rest of the disciples are still short of fire. "

"Heaven will not really wake up for the time being." Ye Chan Gong said.

The master sister believed Master’s words and was relieved. She continued: "The Juggernaut is not moving, but he has completely melted into the realm of heaven at this moment, and the world will collapse in the future. He will definitely be famous for maintaining order. The sword, the sword of the pinnacle of the Juggernaut... The second junior will try to block it."

"As for Liu Junzhuo, on the way to the Ancient Lingzong, the younger brother has already left. She shouldn't cause any trouble, but she shouldn't worry about it."

"By the way, there is the most important thing..." The big sister looked worried: "Bai Zang has also been projected into the world."

"Where is the projection?" Ye Changong asked.

The master sister said: "There are everywhere in the world, even three thousand worlds. But she did nothing, just like the lord of the country inspecting her own territory."

After saying this, the elder sister seriously said: "Master only needs to rest, don't need to be distracted to pay attention to these, just leave it to us."

Listening to this, Ye Changong seemed to be a person outside the incident, always calm.

"Well, don't worry." Ye Changong answered softly after listening.

The candlelight in the temple is silent, and the floating fairy sounds are filled like ripples.

Master sister looked at the shadow on the drapery.

Master looks always so beautiful and dreamy, but she has never really told anyone about her current weakness.

The big sister shook her head lightly.

The first and second National Hunting War ended in failure. She doesn't have much confidence, she just wants to do her best.

After all, if they hadn't watched the Lord, they would have been mortal gods.

"By the way, do I need to inform the demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City? I won't accidentally injure my junior brother and...sister-in-law." Senior Sister asked.

"No, let him ask for more blessings."

The celestial voice of Ye Chan Palace is inexhaustibly clear, and it is still vague, but the master sister always feels that there is something else in the words of the master?

She held the brand-new sword book and retired.

……

Four hours later, when the day was clear, the black, huge outline pressed over Ning's long-term vision.

The forest trees here are black, the barren hills and grassland are black, and the black city...

The tip of the sword turned down, and Ning Changjiu and Si Ming landed gently.

They all looked forward together.

This is the northeastern corner of Middle-earth. The vast Xiongcheng has expanded with huge shadows. The towering city walls are made of huge stones, rising up from the ground. I don’t know how high they are, and the walls are burning with torches. It was the demon fire. The demon fire burned steadily in the strong wind, and went on continuously. At every tower on the city wall, a stone statue of the great demon stood up. These stone statues climbed on the black cliff-like tower, looking up. There is an endless sense of majesty and oppression.

Even five hundred years ago, the great demon died and wounded countless, even today, there are still many five demon trapped in the bottom of imperial cities around the world. This male city is still towering, facing the heaven and earth with an arrogant attitude, without any sense of dying.

On both sides of the city gate are the famous letterings that run through the floors, "He who comes is a guest" and "The one with a sword is dead". The characters are strong and vigorous, but they seem to be written in one go with a sword.

"This is a behemoth in the evening sun." Si Ming commented.

But isn't she standing in the evening sun?

Siming laughed at himself and said: "Let’s go, go to the so-called ghost emperor, take back the broken power of Mingjun, and then leave quickly, the saint will die, the muddy water of Ten Thousand Monster City, even I don’t want to Dripping."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly, without speaking.

He looked at the sky above the tower.

The sky is as usual, but it's darker than the outside.

Other than this, there is nothing else.

Things in the sky...If Kunlun were in the city, what would it be?

Ning Changjiu doesn't think much about it for the time being. The most important thing now is to save Junior Sister Xiaoling first.

"Yeah. Let's go." Ning Changjiu said briefly, Si Ming put on the mask of the demon fox, and together they walked peacefully into this unusual ancient city in the eyes of the world.

The guard at the gate of the city is a pair of wild boar spirits.

The wild boar spirits hold a spear and block their way.

Ning Changjiu handed over the documents circulating in the Middle-Earth Continent. The wild boar flicked through the documents and said, "Could you have a sword?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I understand the rules of Ten Thousand Demons City."

The boar spirit reminded: "The world understands the rules of the Ten Thousand Demons City, but there are always people who want to break the rules. There are many corpses buried in the Bone Pit, so don't take a fluke."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "No."

The wild boar spirits checked the customs clearance and let them in without doing anything to make things difficult.

Walking through the long corridor, the light is particularly bright at the end.

After passing the tunnel, it was a shocking pit, filled with bones, including human bones and monster bones, exuding a rotting, **** stench.

"Guest." A dog demon with a paper sign on its head staggered over. Its eyes are blind, but it walks very steadily. It sincerely said: "Guests are new faces. Need a guide? This city of Ten Thousand Demons has complex terrain and many rules. One more guide for the blind can save you a lot of trouble."

Si Ming didn't speak, she didn't care, anyway, it was Lu Jiajia's money that she spent.

Ning Changjiu looked at it, pondered for a moment, and asked: "You are blind and unable to see. How do I know if you are lying?"

The blind dog demon eloquently said: "I am a dog born and raised here. Although my eyes are blind, my nose is sensitive! The number of guests I have received is not one thousand and ten thousand. Don't suspect me!"

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Well then, I want to test you a question at random. If you answer it, I will ask you to be a guide."

The dog demon believes: "Ask."

Si Ming glanced at Ning Changjiu. He wanted to ask about the ghost king, but Ning Changjiu silently stopped him. Ning Changjiu asked the blind dog, "Do you know, where is the biggest temple in the city?"

……

……

(Thank you book friend and book friend 59032757 for your reward! Thank you book friend for your support~)