Beyond the Divine States Chapter 352: : Listening to Wind and Thunder in Wanli Demon City

After the battle of Gods five hundred years ago, the world was washed away by thunder and fire. The great monks buried their bones in the barren mountains and wild mountains. The town of the big demon was killed at the bottom of the imperial city. Rebuilding amidst difficulties, even if five hundred years have passed, there are still very few practitioners who can enter the five realms.

This is the first decisive battle at the pinnacle of the Five Daos in the sky in the 500-year history of Ten Thousand Demons City.

When this real battle of demigods began, tens of thousands of miles around Ten Thousand Demon City, unlimited spiritual power poured into the demon city. Now it is late spring, near summer, and the weather is continuous. Along with the aura, there are thick dark clouds in all directions.

They are like a group of vultures smelling the roar of carrion, covering the entire Ten Thousand Demons City in a blink of an eye.

The sky darkened suddenly, and I looked up, as if the night sky collapsed, covering the ancient city like a hat, and it was all black.

The Golden Winged Dapeng waved the black iron magic stick, smashed his head, and thunder and lightning tore through the clouds and slashed towards the place of life.

Si Ming stretched her hand into the clouds above, and she drew another virtual sword from it.

This virtual sword is different from the translucent sword that was condensed into crystals in the past. This sword is condensed by vibrating air. It looks like a hurricane condensed into three feet long and is held in the palm of your hand. Trembling between the palms, like particles that keep colliding, venting the violent breath.

The golden winged big Peng vigorously flicked its wings and waved the iron rod. When the tide of mountains and seas came under the pressure, Si Ming had already held the virtual sword in his hand and slashed away at high speed.

The tearing sound screamed in the sky, and the sword crossed by the commander was as fast as a thread. In a blink of an eye, the thunder and lightning flowed away. The surface of the lightning collapsed, and the concentrated fire bombarded the surrounding clouds. Illuminate instantly.

In the light of the fire, the mask of the Golden Winged Roc Crow suddenly appeared, and his figure approached in an instant, like a golden crow iron god's club propped up the thunder and fire, and then smashed.

Si Ming stood still, pinching his chest with his left hand, and several illusory swords filed out beside him, cutting into the fire one by one. After that, her figure was also like thunder and lightning, not retreating but advancing, cutting towards that again An oncoming stick.

Siming's sword is several times faster than the sword that just cut through the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment.

Seeing that the sword is going to make a sound first, cut off the defense of the Golden Wing Roc, and when he cut his flesh and blood, the golden-winged Roc’s high wings vibrated like a dragonfly, and his body suddenly lifted up, avoiding the high speed. The sword light of the cut, the black iron **** rod fell at the same time, and it has the potential to split the mountain.

Si Ming frowned slightly, but she still couldn't avoid it. Her pupils suddenly froze, and everything they saw slowed down.

Before the magic stick, silver light appeared out of thin air, and the commander sent it first, using the virtual sword to block the space, and hit the mountain-splitting stick.

The collision between the virtual sword and the divine stick not only erupted with golden electric fire, but also blasted the sound of iron and steel. The sword and the stick collided and rubbed past, and the air around them seemed to burn. The blast of air was mixed with flames and silver lights, swallowing the two colliding people, turning them into black silhouettes.

The stalemate did not last for an instant. The sword and the stick were infinitely injected with power. When the power reached the peak, the explosion sounded again. Both of them were overwhelmed, and the sword and the stick were staggered.

The sky-covering blaze was instantly torn away by the hurricane. The source of the hurricane was the sword in the hands of Si Ming-this was the sword she made by condensing the violent wind in the sky. Its power is far greater than that of any human sword. The true sacred artifact in the hands of the Golden Winged Roc is far inferior after all.

Neither of them stopped.

Si Ming's wrist shook, and the scattered hurricane turned into a cloud of white air, and a long whale condensed back into his palm like water.

She stared at the Golden Winged Roc.

Under the dark clouds weighing down the city, the golden feather of the Dapeng Demon Saint is like armor, and the figure is as bright as a golden sun.

The golden winged Dapeng rotates the sacred artifact in his hand and feels its power. The black iron magic stick keeps turning, and his whole body, if there is a flame jumping, shines on him like a god.

Si Ming shook his head lightly and said: "You are not worthy of it."

The Golden Wing Roc did not refute. He looked at the manic sword in Fengying's hand and said, "It's better than if you don't have a sword that matches your own."

The conversation between the two was extremely short.

Two thunders blew up almost at the same time, and their figures disappeared where they were.

Where the sticks and swords meet, the sky seems to have ignited one man-made scorching sun. The golden flames and hurricanes collided and entangled with each other, and the dragged air flow was glowing with fire, curling in a spiral arc. Sweeping downwards, the surrounding forest was swept away, the mountains collapsed, the forest burned, and the debris of soil and wood re-wound back into the sky with the force of the hurricane.

Thunder pulp is accumulated in the thick clouds like black iron. During this time, Si Ming performed endless sword skills and collided with the unfamiliar stick technique of the Golden Wing Roc, and a flamboyant flame exploded among them. The thick dark clouds were constantly pierced, revealing one after another caves leading to the sky.

The light outside fell from the cave and hit the messy ground directly, like a sacred pillar.

No one can see the whereabouts of the two figures, but can only feel the countless slender arcs in the air, and the flames exploding at the end of the arcs, which are the marks left by the collision of swords and sticks.

This near-divine war is full and hearty. The Golden Winged Roc is the fastest divine bird in the world. When it peaked at the beginning, Zhenbei Tunnan, seeing thousands of miles as a need, at this moment, although it is no longer at its peak, But the demon saint's prestige is in the hands, is there a Xushi?

Aura from all directions kept pouring into his body. This is his authority: Swallowing the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of steel-like muscles tightened in his body, trembling constantly, making the sound of steel. In the strong heart, every movement is like a volcanic eruption, blood can flow through the body in an instant, supplying power, the body of the monster is already tyrannical, and he is almost a golden Buddha, bathing in fire and thunder, without firmness. Do not break and destroy everything.

Many of him have not been so hearty.

He is holding a sacred weapon and does not speak any tricks. He wields a sacred stick like a long knife, or cuts in the air, or sweeps, or cuts in the middle. Every one of them is powerful, and the saints swept the bones of the immortal court. The majesty and imposing manner.

But even with such a fierce attack, Si Ming still didn't fall behind at all.

She held the virtual sword and confronted the Golden Winged Dapeng head-to-head. Where the golden light of the **** stick fell, a corresponding cold light flashed by, annihilating its power.

Si Ming traveled through the clouds, the sword of the hurricane in his hand was frozen and scattered, scattered and frozen, and the dark clouds in the sky kept repeating the process of penetrating and closing.

She used to be a priest of the Kingdom of God, and the sea of ​​air is almost limitless. Except for the battle between Broken Realm City and the Sin King and was crushed by the realm, she has not really touched her limit, facing the Golden Wing Roc with lightning and thunder. In the bombing attack, she not only refused to give up, she kept counterattacking, relying on the wonderful swordsmanship to break through the omissions of the opponent's stickmanship, and then engulfing thousands of swordsmanship with the wind, and pressing it like a torrential rain. Send out a suffocating chase.

Because the authority of the mission is time, and time envelops her. Each of her swords constantly shuttles through the layers of the universe and the universe, and they come first after many times, attracting the golden winged big Peng the most. The proud speed was also suppressed.

The mountain guard arrays of the major mountain peaks below are all opened, and the group of monsters can't see the war between the gods and the gods. They can only see the mountain guard array being affected time and time again, gradually appearing crack-like electrical patterns.

In the sky, thousands of impacts were completed in an instant, and the clouds were cut out again. In the light, two slender shadows rose from the ground, and instantly came to the stratus clouds.

On the cloud layer, the silver sword light collided with the golden rod light again. It seemed that the moment the tsunami broke out, the huge sound wave shattered along with the dark cloud, and the power of the two silhouettes was instantly loaded, suddenly bounced off, and smashed into it. In the cloud.

The Golden Wing Roc flapped his wings frantically, and the gale supported the golden feathers, slowing the power of the shock wave and stabilizing his figure, but under the frantic fight, he was still injured. The priceless gold Feathers fell one after another, falling towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons, each piece was called a magic weapon.

The Golden Winged Roc holds the golden hoop and black iron magic stick, the long buzzing sound of the iron in the fierce battle gradually ceases, the Roc demon saint stands in the clouds, his body is half-bow, and his claws hang upright like a hook. His muscles are tight, like an arrow ready to fire on a crossbow.

His scarlet demon pupil stared at Si Ming, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you on earth?"

Si Ming also hangs above the clouds, with the bright sun above and the clouds condensing like the black sea below. She stands at the intersection of two colors, her beautiful face bathed in light and shadow, like a sculpture of a god, she Her silver hair danced wildly, the wind poured into the black **** robes, hunting screamed, the scattered hurricanes congealed into white waves, flying back from the clouds, the remnant sword in her hand was suddenly intact, and the violent undulation of her chest also calmed down. At this moment, she was standing in the clouds like a **** and demon, and the undulating clouds below were like her subjects, hammered armor forged with swords, gathered thousands of troops and thousands of horses to help, densely stretched for thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.

Si Ming looked at his spreading wings, did not answer, just said indifferently: "If you don't have this holy artifact, you will definitely die today, but it's good, I have not killed people like this for a long, long time. ."

As Si Ming said, the **** fairy dimple smiled. On weekdays, Ning Changjiu was repeatedly oppressed by Ning Changjiu, and lost his spiritual energy in his dreams. Zhao Xianger was beaten on the lawn by Zhao Xianger, and sometimes he was punished with a ruler by the master sister Lu Jiajia. It is hard to look around, and all the enemies are natural enemies, frustrated inside and outside dreams, fate is ill-fated and miserable.

For a long time, she almost forgot that she was the goddess, the goddess of the priest, proud of all things, and gazing at the world. It was the perfect existence that all spirits would look forward to after seeing!

At this moment, she felt the power in her body. The sea of ​​qi in her body had already set off violent winds and waves. She was holding her sword, and the wind and clouds lifted her up. She said indifferently: "The bones and muscles are almost hot, I hope this decisive battle There, don’t have other demon kings who can’t help but come to bother, that would be too disappointing."

The Golden Winged Dapeng slanted holding the magic stick, under the mask of the red crow, he sneered sharply: "Don't worry, in Tianzhu Peak, there is a stone lion, two idiots, and a wandering around in the world, who is missing. This is what I killed. No one will disturb your execution ground."

"Oh...it turns out that that place is called Tianzhu Peak." Si Ming said lightly.

Tianzhu Peak is the darkness in the geomancy map.

The strong wind wrinkled and disturbed the hair.

Silver and golden long awns crossed the sky, like two meteors colliding, and steel seemed to burn in the sound of the rock-shattering sound, and the sky-wide flames wrapped in layers of fiery colors, on the clouds It burst out instantly and turned into a rapidly expanding fireball, like the second round of sun rising in the sky.

The vast ocean of clouds divides the world into two parts.

Below, the rain has gradually fallen, and Ning Changjiu’s battle with the white lion and white elephants has already begun. The white lions and white elephants are all great monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. Ning Changjiu, so Ning Changjiu did not hide his privates. The first time he met, Shura's body was uplifted, and the golden sword light was also turned into the golden sword light from the years of enlightenment, and his people looked like A flagpole that stood still was surrounded by huge ships.

The lion and the elephant also directly used their full strength. They showed their true bodies, and they were crushed by the overwhelming force, trying to defeat him in an instant.

Ning Changjiu has not condensed the Void Sword. His realm at this moment is far from the point where he can cast all things into a divine sword like that of the Ming. He and the golden body of Shura are integrated, and his pupils bloom with golden light, like a god, his The skin turns from white to the color of gold silk. This color gives people a sense of strength and softness. The spiritual power surrounds the whole body. If the undulating water, the green lion and white elephant suddenly rushes, Ning Changjiu will run. The pure golden spiritual power, with their bare hands, confronted their Law Bodies head-on, with one enemy and two, and they slammed them back and forth with one punch.

Ning Chang hadn't thought that he had such power.

In his mind, the scriptures in the dream came out, and he saw the real name of the scriptures "Dao Gu Pure Yang Shenju".

He had never seen this scroll name, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but now, these are not important. As the spiritual power in his body roars and surges, Dao Gu Pure Sun Shen scroll opens. Turning page by page, he suddenly felt like the legendary Pangu God, slowly propping up his body in the chaos, lifting the sky to be level with others, standing on top of the sky.

The roar of the green lion and the low roar of the white elephant are constantly echoing in the forest. They are monsters, and the young man standing in front of him looks beautiful and thin, but like a demon **** bathed in golden light.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and glanced at the sky above.

Siming and the Golden Winged Roc can not be seen above, only the sea of ​​clouds is tumbling and thunder is flashing.

He believes in the strength of Si Ming, and is not too worried about her safety, but Si Ming is now constrained, even if he can beat the two monsters, but here is still half a day away from the outer city, he takes the sword Escape is as difficult as climbing to the sky, if other big monsters gather again, he will soon fall into a desperate situation where there is no escape.

While contemplating, the green lion roared again, and the white elephant flicked its nose at the same time, swept its giant whip, and lashed towards Ning Changjiu’s place. Ning Changjiu used his strength to resist the white elephant’s lash, which originally took root. The unmoving figure suddenly began to run wildly, and he suddenly jumped and slammed his fist at the lion.

Spiritual power and demon power exploded, destroying all the surrounding forests with a force of destruction.

After the two figures collided, Ning Changjiu's body flashed and dexterously went around behind him. With an elbow blow, the lion was beaten to the ground on one knee, and the white elephant’s proboscis struck again, like The lizard's tongue ejected like that, and slammed at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu gave up the attack on the lion and avoided the thunderous blow. With a flick of his broad sleeves, several virtual swords instantly congealed, and it fell down, sneaking past like a snake, locking the white elephant. Where, jumped up again, and when he held the sword and slashed towards the white elephant, Shura's golden body separated at the same time, giving birth to three heads and six arms, pressing towards the white elephant as much as possible.

The sound of booming booming sounded continuously, and the body of the white elephant withstood hundreds of punches, but was slowly beaten back into his human form.

In the loud bang, a snow-white wave of air swayed between the two of them, and Ning Changjiu punched its lower abdomen, blasting the white elephant demon out.

But after all, it is a great monster in the Purple Court Realm, with thick skin and thick skin. Even if Ning Changjiu suppressed it once in terms of aura and strength, it would not be possible to actually kill it.

What's more, he doesn't have a sword in his hand, only an unimaginable Yu Lei.

The lion on his back arched its hill-like body again, showing its sharp claws, and leaped towards where he was. Ning Changjiu knew that he could no longer entangle with them. Between the peaks, the encirclement of monsters should have been In the construction, when the encirclement is formed and compressed like a fortress, it will be difficult for him to break through, and it may even be distracted by Si Ming.

Ning Changjiu took a sigh of relief. When the Lioness pounced, he turned to meet him and fisted him. The blue lion demon pupil was solemn and collided with it, but there was no sound-the blue lion pounced on a phantom.

Ning Changjiu, who showed Shuiyue in the mirror, reunited his figure, and the virtual sword hidden in his sleeves was exhausted and cut towards the back of the green lion's neck.

The white elephant still wanted to manifest its true body and continue to pursue it, but a large amount of blinding light was shot into its pupils, and it was lost for a few moments.

That is the light of the Golden Crow.

In this almost dark rainy day, the Golden Crow is particularly eye-catching.

The ten-eye kingdom in the Golden Crow opened, and Ning Changjiu escaped into it. The Golden Crow concentrated his attention and turned into a streamer, fleeing quickly in the heavy rain, and what he went was the direction of the outer city.

The Leo and White Elephant glanced at each other.

They didn't chase it, but pulled out a bamboo tube, the fire blasted into the sky, and burst into fireworks against the heavy rain.

In the large mountains that the outer city must pass, the defense has been built. As long as he is under the five realms, he is not fleeing the outer city. At most, he has crossed the Lion Tuo Mountain, Daughter Mountain, Zhu Zishan, the Liusha River that followed was a natural danger, and the heavy soldiers of the demons had already rushed there, and he might not even be able to cross the river.

On the dark clouds, the thunderous thunder continued, and the most expansive battle in five hundred years seemed to never end.

The gods in the sky overlook the ground fire, and the demons on the ground look up at the thunderclouds. The turbulent turbulence set off hurricanes, like a long black tornado rolling through the dense forest, and flashing electric arcs around them. Fires were set off among the vast dense forests.

Outside the Demon Temple, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng walked to the square, watching the clouds and flashing thunder that piled up in the sky, the other eight poems made by the ghost fire appeared and disappeared from time to time. In the strong wind, his strong mane also appeared. Like a pulsating flame.

The battle above affects the weather in the entire Ten Thousand Demons City. At this moment, the city is sometimes hot and full of electricity, sometimes the temperature drops sharply, and the vegetation is frosty.

Outside Tianzhu Peak, the sound of the death of the sword bearer is still echoing, but as one of the four demon kings in the Ten Thousand Demon City, he is indifferent.

Among the four great demon kings, the arm-armed old ape committed suicide, leaving only a thought. The Queen of Ten Thousand Demon guards his bones and deduces the stars, without asking about world affairs, and the fifth of the four great demon kings...he once asked The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons deduced his whereabouts, but in the end he didn't get anything. He guessed that he should have returned to that unobservable Taoist temple.

On weekdays, if someone breaks the rules, they will all be killed by the Golden Wing Roc.

At this moment, the Dapeng Demon Saint is being pinned down, so he should be the one to take action.

But he stayed still and kept silent, just looking up at the sky, like a stone lion.

Above, the fierce battle continued. They all wanted to fight quickly, so they all tried their best. When their figures hovered relative to each other again, both of them were wounded, and their blood kept moving towards the clouds. One party drips.

I don't know how many times Si Ming's sword has been broken.

She used hurricanes as swords, thunderclouds as swords, and even imprisoned light as a sword... But without exception, they were all destroyed in the collision with the golden hoop and iron **** club.

The tiger's mouth where she held the sword has been shattered, and the authority of time is constantly urging to repair her injuries.

The Golden Winged Roc is also uncomfortable. His use of this Ruyi Black Iron God Rod is far from perfect, and he cannot establish an airtight defense. Although his wings have given strong speed, they are also The tree attracted the wind, and was hit by the opponent's sword many times, cutting off many golden feathers, and dripping monster blood with an extremely fishy smell.

And he wasn't sure how long he could still support this sacred stick. Before night came, he must behead the opponent on the sea of ​​clouds.

"The artifact of the saint is really extraordinary." Si Ming praised the artifact, but disdainful of the Golden Wing Roc: "It's a pity that it's in your hands, it's an overkill."

The Golden Winged Roc’s complexion remained unchanged, his wings flapped slowly, he stared at the death-like figure, his mind was shaken, and an amazing thought came to his mind afterwards: "You come from God Country?!"

Si Ming said coldly: "I only know now? It's really stupid."

The Golden Winged Roc asked: "Is Bai Zang taking the initiative to intervene in the Ten Thousand Demons City?"

Si Ming said: "What does Bai Zang do with me?"

"Aren't you from Baiyin Snow Palace?" Golden Wing Roc asked incredible: "Where did you come from?"

Si Ming sighed: "I don't know which year is my homeland."

The Golden Winged Dapeng stared at her, the demon pupils trembled... The kingdom of God collapsed, and the priests were in the world... For five hundred years, there was only one kingdom of God that collapsed, and that was the kingdom of the saints!

The saint was killed at the beginning, and his kingdom of God was changed after being disrupted. The heavenly monarch of the original saint ascended to the seat of the kingdom, but the priest who was on the same level as him did not know how he would end up...

"Father?!" Jin Wing Dapeng said coldly: "Are you a priest who raised your father?"

It seemed to touch the heavenly secret, the sky thunder slashed down again, and the golden winged Dapeng was shocked to recover in the future, his back was struck by the sky thunder, and a piece of golden feather was scorched.

But he didn't feel the pain, but stared at Si Ming, waiting for a reply.

This question stunned Si Ming.

Of course she knows the father.

The saint is the father of the previous generation. At the beginning, the saint’s heavenly monarch had six ears. Now he should be on the throne of God and become the father of this generation.

But she was convinced that she was definitely not a priest who held her father.

But...

"Heh, are you only reacting now?" Si Ming said lightly.

The Golden Wing Roc was shocked: "Are you really a priest of a saint?"

The commander nodded and said: "You also said that for five hundred years, there is only one kingdom of God on the verge of collapse. If I am not the priest of the saint, who is the priest?"

The Golden Wing Roc was puzzled for a long time, slowly put down the magic stick in his hand, and said: "Why didn't you identify yourself earlier? If I really killed you, wouldn't it be that the Dragon King Temple was flooded by floods?" /

Siming smiled and said: "I want to save the saint. This matter is of great importance. I have to see if you are qualified and whether you can withstand the test."

When the Golden Winged Roc heard this, he took the initiative to put down the magic stick, and sighed: "The priest has been living in the world these years, and it has been really hard. Nowadays, Bai Zang is on the top, and it is very difficult to come to the adult. Exist and die together."

Si Ming was surprised at his changing attitude.

Every kingdom of God has priests and heavenly princes. There is no clear division between men and women. Many gods are even neutral. The commander squinted his eyes and pondered in his heart. Jun, it seems that they are all male...Is it the Huntian Demon Saint who remembered it wrong?

She thought about it. The Golden Winged Roc had already held the sacred stick in both hands and handed it to Si Ming as if it were a treasure, saying: "This thing was born recently, and it is also related to the arrival of adults. I hope that the adults will take it. And make it return to its original owner."

"Yeah." Si Ming just nodded, without saying much, for fear of revealing something.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the sacred stick without any mercy. The sword of the hurricane pierced out unexpectedly, as fast as lightning, and instantly pierced the flesh of the Golden Wing Roc and penetrated its lower abdomen.

The Golden Wing Roc snorted and was seriously injured at once, but instead of showing the hatred when he was betrayed, he acted decisively and directly locked the sword with his body. At the same time, behind Si Ming, A giant golden elephant stood up.

It is a golden roc bird, hundreds of times taller than the golden-winged roc.

That is the law of the Golden Winged Roc!

It turns out that the Golden Wing Roc has also been prepared long ago, and both of them are making false claims!

Next, after the robes of Si Ming, a picture scroll of the gods and demons slowly unfolded, and along with it were nine golden feathers and sharp blades.

These are the most pressing moves of the Golden Winged Roc: the map of the Great Buddha Kingdom and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword.

For an instant, Si Ming was embarrassed on all sides, and there was no escape.

The Golden Winged Roc raised his head and grinned, and activated all his magical powers, "The old ape with arms is the priest of the saint, who...who have you deceived? No matter where you come from, you will die today!"

The Ruyi Wu Iron God Rod suddenly became hundreds of times larger. Under the various laws, the Wanjun Shen Iron smashed down towards Si Ming.

Si Ming directly abandoned the sword, and she no longer hid her privately, the moon sparrow flew out and turned into a half-round sundial, and the silver light instantly shone through the sea of ​​clouds, forming a moonlight of thousands of miles.

The double-shot extreme Dao Fa collided together.

In the loud noise that swallowed everything, no one heard, outside the Demon Temple, a long-lost lion roar sounded low.