Beyond the Divine States Chapter 353: : Hedong Lion Roar

The sea of ​​clouds is another piece of sky.

The two worlds separated by the sky are glowing with completely different tones.

Above the dark clouds, the Golden Winged Roc’s Great Buddha Kingdom Picture has been rolled out. In the brilliant brilliance, one after another God and Demon Golden Buddha walks out of the scroll, or a battle armor but a sword with a hideous face, or The robes of Zen sticks, the treasures are solemn, they are like spirit swallowers earned from the sea of ​​ruins, but they are plated with golden light, and their majesty is inviolable.

There are nine gods and demons in total, each of which was a famous **** in the Primordial era. Later, during the battle of Gods, the Golden Winged Roc had cultivated the strongest group of ancient demons. He had the authority to swallow the sky and put these gods Swallowed into the abdomen, refining into the golden puppet of the **** scroll, collect it for your own use.

On the top of the Scroll of the Buddha Kingdom, the nine golden holy swords, the peacock, slashed open. The mighty golden brilliance robbed the world of light, and even lit up the dark sea of ​​clouds below.

The silver moonlight covering it was swallowed by golden light in a blink of an eye.

If the sea of ​​clouds is the army and horses summoned by the commander, then these army and horses must be guilty of countless sins. They are tossing in the golden flames, like the unforgivable people who suffer the punishment, wailing in pain.

Nine gods and demons raised their hands, and one of them held a Yanghuang Cangyu sword, each forming a unique sword stand, like a dance of coexistence of monsters and majesty.

However, compared with the Golden Winged Roc’s Law, Heaven and Earth, these are still insignificant, just like the Luohan under the command of the Buddha.

The Golden Wing Roc raised his hand when the method was the same as his, and patted it down towards the place where his life was.

Siming's figure in the black robe is as small as dust in the golden light.

But her expression is still cold, and Bingtong is still calm.

Under the black robe, the silver tattoo is bright, and it is slenderly outlined along the robe, like intricate patterns on the robe, and the sundial in front of her expands at a high speed as soon as it appears. The pattern on the sundial resembles a spreading rose flower, and the silver pattern shines under the golden light, adding a sense of sacred beauty.

If the golden kingdom of God on the sea of ​​clouds is a lighted candle, that life is the shadow of the candle itself. No matter how bright the candle is, it cannot swallow this discordant shadow.

The golden winged roc giant claws fell, and the nine-handed Yanghuang Cangyu sword was lifted high by the gods and demons, and fell at the same time.

This was the move that almost killed King Peacock Ming.

It is also one of the sources of his demon saint's name.

Si Ming is not sure that she can take this sword, but she is not afraid of it. She is not a porcelain doll. Her beauty comes from the burning of sacred fire day and night. These flames are backlogged in the bones, and they are not lost. Because of the scorching fire of this Buddha country.

When the golden scorching flames curled up with the sword light and fell, the time authority of Si Ming was also fully activated.

The realm of time unfolded, and the whole world seemed to be trapped in the quagmire of time, filled with invisible medium, and even the light slowed down.

Only Si Ming's figure still maintains a high speed.

Her hand suddenly clenched, centered on the palm, the hurricane converged and condensed into a sword of nothingness, the sword light was like a cyan flame, jumping frantically, and the words of the commander's cold as Xuanbing in the sea of ​​clouds and Reverberating in the golden kingdom, deafening: "Ear and others, who have not known the majesty of the sky for five hundred years, have arrogant self-esteem, today, let you see the real authority over all living beings!"

This half-round sundial has locked up the entire field of time.

She never really called a sundial in the past because it was a matter of great importance, and she was afraid of attracting Baizang's coveting.

But now the situation is urgent, and the Golden Wing Roc has already suffered serious injuries. She must completely fight the opponent without any fighting strength.

Si Ming held the violent wind and flame wave in his palm, his figure was pulled up straight, an angry sword, directly poured into the giant palm of the Golden Wing Da Peng Law Heaven and Earth, the giant palm was completely stopped from advancing, and not long after, the back of the palm appeared The crack collapsed, and within a few golden lights, the figure of Si Ming rushed out of it.

The giant palm of the **** statue shattered behind him, and the figure of Si Ming lifted straight into the air, the sword in his hand rotated at high speed, the sword wind was engulfed with golden debris, and directly hit the center of the Dhamma.

The explosion sounded again.

The almost motionless Dhamma was pierced through the central hole, falling like debris and quicksand, Si Ming smashed the golden body with a sword, paused on the back of the Dapeng, and then his body sank slightly, and his body jumped up. The sword on the side burned, and she dragged the long tail of the flame, and directly slashed towards the nine gods and demons lying in the sky.

The gods and demons all stared at her, each King Kong glared at her, but time was temporarily locked by the sundial, and they couldn't do defense either.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a figure soaring like a life-saving arrow hovered in front of the first golden body, and the round and full arc light suddenly lit up, like a bright moon hung high, and the silver radiance fell like a sword into the sky and the sea, dispelling the clouds and dividing the waves. It seems to be virtual and real, and it seems to be straight and curved, along the fierce trajectory, smashing into the golden body like thunder.

It's not a golden body, but a whole piece of space.

The place where the Simein Sword falls, time has ceased, and the space where the golden body is located is directly cut into two pieces. Under the sword light, the nine gods and demons seem to be in the air with the upper body and the lower body immersed in the water. The refraction of light makes their bodies misaligned.

But this is not an illusion of refraction, but a real dislocation.

Yinhui briefly overwhelmed the golden light.

The commander was suspended in the air, his murderous figure resembling a burning night.

She pinched the tactics in the air, dancing wildly with silver hair, and a series of virtual swords were instantly condensed on her side, like glass crystals, but dyed with an unstoppable edge.

The nine gods and demons have not yet collapsed, the Yanghuang Cangyu sword is still radiant, and the map of the Great Buddha Kingdom is still shining.

Everything above the clouds fell into Si Ming's eyes, and it instantly became cold.

This is the moment when her fighting spirit has burned the most since she left Broken World City.

Si Ming held the ancient storm sword, slowly raised it diagonally, and then jerked it out.

The sword of the storm lost the traction of her hand, and instantly fell apart, turning into a violent wind, like a tornado, raging between the gods and demons, rushing to destroy everything, and destroy the gods and demons. His golden body was cut through thousands of swords, and countless pieces were cut off.

Si Ming's figure flashed, and thunderous again.

She raised her head and was moving in the gusty wind. Her figure wanted to be as small as the golden body, but wherever she passed, the golden body shattered and all dharmas turned into ashes.

Sounding in the gods one after another, Si Ming's figure has passed the nine gods and demons.

Behind her, the ancient general has broken his arms, the devil's head has missing horns, the old monk has broken his neck, the face of the goddess, the wood ghost has lost his roots, the fairy has broken, the Buddha has broken his ears, the emperor has removed his crown, and Luo Hanjin has lost his body!

The nine gods and demons were damaged to varying degrees, and the nine-handed Yanghuang Cangyu Sword was directly transformed into a broken sword.

The strongest side of the nine golden bodies, Si Ming hovered the figure, his right arm was raised high, and the hurricane of ten thousand hurricanes gathered in the palm again.

The violent wind turned into white waves, flying back together, touching the place of the golden body, gold chips blew and danced, broken like fireworks, and the nine statues of gods pierced again and again, like a huge mountain full of holes, finally It began to collapse slowly.

There are also obvious cracks on the map of the Great Buddha Kingdom.

Si Ming's beautiful face was slightly pale due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, but her fighting spirit has truly reached its peak.

The real body of the Golden Wing Roc is right in front of my eyes.

The sundial swayed, as if it could no longer hold up this huge time domain, and it was about to collapse at any time.

But it was enough for her to cut the last sword.

Amidst the thunder, her figure disappeared in place.

The silver pattern in the god's robe is faint, and the sword in her hand is plated with silver.

The final charge of the sword fell.

The Golden Winged Roc was aware of it, but he couldn't break through the quagmire of time. Although he moved quickly, in the eyes of Si Ming, it was no different from stillness.

Hundreds of virtual swords accumulated for a long time were cut down at the same time.

This sword was enough to severely wound the Golden Wing Roc.

But Si Ming still miscalculated one thing-the sundial can trap the Golden Wing Roc, but it can't trap the Ruyi Black Iron God Rod.

It is the saint’s sacred instrument. When the saints came and went freely in the various kingdoms of God, how could they be trapped by the broken authority of the priests?

When the sword light slashed down, the black iron **** rod stopped in front of the golden winged roc.

It's like the sound of a heavenly species, and the impact sounded through the sky.

But the black iron **** club can only block this sword. Although the other hundred swords are far less powerful than this hurricane, they have bypassed the **** club and shot at the body of the golden-winged roc.

The sundial is difficult to maintain, and at the same time it disintegrates and turns into a streamer drill to return to his life.

The aching roar of the Golden Wing Roc resounded across the sky.

He shook the stick abruptly, poured all his strength into it, and bounced away again.

Thousands of swords have washed his body. Even though he is made of steel and iron bones, he is inevitably scarred. There are countless blood holes in the unfolded wings. The wound between the shoulders and back is cracked. The bones are visible, and the hand holding the stick is even more shaved. Remove the flesh and blood, and there is almost only one bone left.

The demon clan’s physical body’s ability to recover is tyrannical, but he has no time to take care of the wounds during the battle. If it is not a **** stick and spirit, his heart will be pierced by this sword.

Stagnation time... Isn't this a power that only exists in myths and legends, and is superior to the major elements? Why does this woman own it?

The Golden Wing Roc stared at her perfect face, feeling more and more amazed.

"Are you really a priest of the Kingdom of God?" Apart from that, the Golden Wing Roc couldn't think of other reasonable explanations.

Si Ming stared at the magic stick, thinking about how to crack it.

"I told you a long time ago." She responded coldly, "Human eagle dog, walking in the wild, flying in the clouds, never seen the real sky... Let the boy go, I can forgive Your sin of disrespect."

The appearance of the young man in white immediately appeared in the mind of the Golden Wing Roc.

At first he thought of only chance, but now the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that something is wrong...The Golden Crow, aren't the nine Golden Crows that stole power long gone? Why does he bear this thing, and why is there a priest by his side?

A terrible idea emerged.

"He is your country's lord? Your kingdom of God collapsed and exiled to the world?" Jin Wing Dapeng asked in a cold voice.

It's no wonder that the Queen of Ten Thousand Monsters has turned the astrolabe hundreds of times, and only gave him a 10% chance of winning. How can human power overcome the true God?

Si Ming just smiled faintly, and responded coldly: "My lord? Oh, he is worthy too? I am his master!"

The Buddha Kingdom map and the Cangyu sword were all destroyed, and the sea of ​​clouds revealed its original color.

Above, although the Golden Wing Roc has been seriously injured, his will is immortal. The Golden Crow is his sure way. On this way, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kill the Buddha, and the golden feathers of the golden wings and big Peng **** spread.

Dapin Xianjue, the external body, the technique of a thousand shifts and fights... All he has learned all the time, he also believes that the other party has also entered a stage of weakness after exerting the god-like power. , He fought hard to kill, begging to survive.

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Below, on the Quicksand River, the drum of war has also sounded.

Ning Changjiu's escaped figure crossed the first Liusha River.

He has been chased all the way to this point. He has clearly and deliberately hidden his whereabouts, but his route is still clearly seen by those demon kings.

[Biqudao www.biqudao.xyz] he finally managed to kill Liusha River, before he really stabilized his feet, on the river bank, the blockade came again.

Several demon kings descended from the sky like divine soldiers, and they shot together to force him back. Ning Changji didn’t choose to attack. Instead, they used ghostly figures to retreat and disappeared on the vast river. Those monsters were afraid of being caught The individual defeats did not chase deeply, but guarded each major pass. They weren't Ning's long-term opponents alone, but once they were connected into an iron bucket, they would never be easy to break through.

In the dark world, the heavy rain was knocking down, and in a rocky beach, Ning Chang had collected his breath for a long time to recover from his injuries. His injuries were not serious, and he recovered quickly with the help of time authority.

He looked at the front from a distance...The flames burned continuously in the heavy rain, and the great demon in battle armor stood high up, looking out like a sentinel, searching for his trail in the heavy rain.

The water of the Liusha River rushed turbulently behind him.

Ning Changjiu pondered for a while, carved a small flying formation in the rocky beach, and immediately dived into the heavy rain like a fish, and ran towards the other end of the Liusha River.

He temporarily avoided the eyes and ears of the monsters, sneaked under a big peak, hidden in the bushes, and in front of him, all the monsters were patrolling, and the party lined up in front of him.

Ning Changjiu hid himself, waiting for most of their assembly process, and immediately called out the Golden Crow. The golden light pierced through the rain and looked particularly dazzling in the dim world. As soon as this thing appeared, it caused an uproar. A huge chaos exploded under the peak, and the demon army that had not yet assembled fully searched for the enemy, and it was chaotic.

This is where the demon army’s defense is relatively weak. Once he shows up here, the demon army in the surrounding fortresses will come to help quickly. By then, he can return to the rocky beach as long as he draws a small flying formation. , Directly break through the already empty main fort.

As for the previous rocky beach, where Ning Changjiu stopped, a kennel in a black robe fumbled over in the heavy rain.

It is a monster that specializes in detecting traces. Its mana is low, its eyes are blind, but its sense of smell is abnormal. It was the guide dog Ning Changjiu encountered when he first came to the city.

In the era when there was no war, it was a canine who led the guests for a living, but when the war broke out, it suddenly became the dog of the demon army. Ning Changjiu's whereabouts have been repeatedly discovered before is due to it.

It found this place, staring at the small flying array on the rocky beach and sniffing for a while, knowing that this is a certain formation, it did not hesitate, and directly smashed the hammer to destroy it.

At the same time, under the demon peak, after creating enough chaos, Ning Changjiu flew into the air.

He returned to the rocky beach and appeared behind the guide dog.

He had guessed that he was being followed by some kind of monster, so he deliberately drew two formations, one in the light and the other in the dark. Only one of them was destroyed by the guide dog. He also wanted to take advantage of the trend to pull out the monster that had been following him.

Ning Changjiu looked at it, slightly surprised. He swung his hand knife and slapped it at the back of his neck, directly knocking it out.

Ning Chang didn't stay for a long time, walked close to the ground, and dived directly to the stone fort in front of him.

The demons sensed that it was too late to tune the tiger away from the mountain, and it was too late to return to defense, but Ning Changjiu broke through the past as if walking on the ground.

After passing this peak, the front is Che Chi Peak. There are three peaks in Che Chi Peak, all of which are natural dangers ahead. The three peaks are tightly guarded and guarded by the deer, tiger and sheep. Among them, the Tiger Li Daxian is the most powerful.

Similarly, the Great Immortal Huli is also the most arrogant. It prides itself on being an elite, thinking that even if the opponent breaks through the Liusha River, he will start from the two Great Immortals of Luli and Yangli.

But it never thought that Ning Chang would have come straight to the top of his mountain for a long time.

The golden Shura Dharma body shines with clear rain. The white-clothed young man cut bamboo as a sword, and went straight to the outside of the mountain gate. He called the tiger Li Daxian. These rough monsters are the most impressed, and Hu Li Daxian quickly swiped it. When the giant axe walked out, Ning Chang didn't stay alive for a long time, fighting it back and forth, abruptly avoiding the mountain protection formation.

Ning Changjiu appeared on the peak of Huli Daxian, the other two relaxed their vigilance, Huli Daxian withdrew from the top of the mountain, Ning Changjiu flew into the sky and came to the mountain road guarded by Yangli Daxian, fighting all the way, rushing Past.

He must kill him in one go, otherwise, waiting for the five big monsters to hear the news, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Xiaoling's life is still tied to this sword, and he must take it out of Ten Thousand Demons City.

The torrential rain washed the entire city, and the clouds became lower and lower. If the mountains were not blessed by a large array, they would have been submerged by thunderclouds at this moment. To some extent, this also showed the fierceness of the divine battle between the clouds and the sky.

Ning Changjiu couldn't see the battle clearly even if he opened the golden pupils, but his golden crow was connected with the moon sparrow of Si Ming, and he didn't have an ominous premonition in his heart.

The fighting continues.

In Ning Changjiu's heart, the Dao Gu Pure Yang Divine Scroll completely burned, and the power it conferred exceeded his initial expectations. Ning Changjiu was not sure if it was drinking poison to quench his thirst. In short, it was not only him, but also the Shura in his body. The golden body, everything that the blood rushes through, burned with the ancient scroll obtained in the dream.

The ancient secret books recorded in those ancient scrolls are also melted into flesh and blood.

He rushed over one mountain after another, leaning on the small flying formation to move around, disturbing the demon army's audiovisual.

The second Liusha River appeared in front of him.

The Liusha River is a river of ten thousand monsters in the City of Ten Thousand Monsters. It passes through several large peaks and presents a shape similar to a mountain. To reach the outer city, Ning Changjiu must pass through the Liusha River three times. This is also the reason why the Green Lion and White Elephant thought he could not get through Liusha River.

Once he starts to cross the river, his figure will be exposed, no matter how hidden he was before, and the peaks around Liusha River are densely arranged, and it is difficult to reach the sky if you want to cross the river without disturbing the grass.

There are always more difficulties than solutions. Ning hasn't had the mind to solve the many problems he faces for a long time. Without a word, he directly breaks through all the laws with his strength. The closer he gets to the outer city, the more powerful he fights.

He didn't want to back down.

Because he knows that the biggest shortcut for him to get out of town at this moment is not between the peaks, but in his own body.

He is only one line away from the Five Realms. He wants to rely on one battle after another to find a breakthrough. As long as he can enter the Five Realms, all the problems can be solved.

Between the peaks, there is a chaos, and the demon kings guarding the peaks come out to stop this foreign enemy who is rampant like a bison and wandering like a bat.

Unconsciously, a day has passed, and night comes, and the city of Ten Thousand Demons, which is already shrouded in darkness, is even more pitch-black.

Ning Chang did not embarrass the demon soldiers for a long time, he followed the principle of capturing the thieves first, and only picked the leaders of the peaks.

Night fell, and he was still between the peaks, fighting roundly or frontally with the guardian monsters in the purple court realm. Daogu Pure Yang Shenjuan continuously burned his power, and he was flying through the sky. The flexibility of the formation fluctuated among the peaks, and even fought with ease for a while. It was those Demon Kings who dared not neglect for a moment, for fear that Ning Changjiu would appear behind them like a ghost.

After a day of fighting, Ning Changjiu was getting closer and closer to the outer city.

From time to time there are lightning and thunder in the sky.

The battle above obviously hasn't stopped. In that battle of the five peaks, everything is turbulent, and the dark clouds are chopped from time to time. Ning Changjiu used the cracks in the clouds to occasionally spy on the traces of the fighting above.

The chaotic flame was burning in the Ten Thousand Demon City, but there was no movement at Tianzhu Peak where the four great demon kings gathered.

Nine Spirits Yuansheng is always watching that battle.

He doesn't care about the secrets of the Golden Crow, and that Yu Lei is not a real fetish for him.

He only cares about the battle above.

It's midnight again.

Ning Changjiu walked along the bumpy road. When he raised his head again, the three characters of Qi Jue Peak were in front of him.

His white clothes were torn and covered in blood, but his body couldn't help but shudder.

Qijuefeng...This is the last mountain near the outer city.

He actually killed him... Ning Changjiu didn't know how he did it.

But it's not important. Since Liusha River's three bends failed to stop him, the outer city couldn't possibly stop him.

He only needs to escape from Ten Thousand Demons City, and then send the agreed signal to Si Ming. At that time, she will directly give up containing the Dapeng Demon Saint, quickly rendezvous with herself, and escape out of the city together. As long as the city is outside, the sky is high and the ocean is wide. , No one can stop.

On the Qijue Cliff, the Fog Demon King is dead. He used the Golden Crow to exhaust the ghost fog and climbed the cliff.

Ahead, defending the empty outer city is right under your eyes.

When Ning Changjiu went to the outer city, the ghost gave a glimpse of the rushing Liusha River behind him, and that glance almost made him fascinated.

East of the Liusha River, a burly figure suddenly appeared on the previously unmanned stall in the troubled times.

The figure is facing Qi Jue Peak, and it doesn't look tall, but even if it's far apart, Ning Changjiu can still feel the almost devastating breath of the opponent.

The Five Peaks!

Around the black shadow's head, eight ghost fires appeared, all resembling lions.

It is the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.

He walked out of the Tianzhu Peak Demon Temple and came outside the Liusha River.

Ning Changjiu's heartstrings are tense.

But the other party’s goal is not self.

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng stood on the surging river and raised his head.

His authority is similar to that of the Golden Winged Roc, both of which are the power of swallowing heaven inherited by the gluttonous lineage.

But unlike the Golden Wing Roc, he hasn't spoken for a hundred years.

In the eyes of the Kingdom of God, he is a dog that has long been polished away and only wants to guard a city. In the eyes of the Golden Winged Dapeng, he is also a stone lion who cuts his teeth, disuses his supernatural powers, and knows nothing.

Even if it is a saint, the sacred artifact left to him is an umbrella, admonishing him to take protection as his duty.

But he always buried his deepest thoughts in his heart.

He never wanted to make an umbrella, he had to do the wind and rain all over the sky.

The Golden Wing Roc often said that he was going to kill Ke Wenzhou, crash into Middle Earth, and rescue the saint. But he knew that the Golden Winged Dapeng did not have this mental strength. His limit was only to cast a city of ten thousand monsters with his flesh body, and to survive for the monster race for a hundred years, and then wait for destruction.

The Nine Spirit Yuansheng doesn't want to breathe, he is the demon who really wants to break through the middle-earth.

In the east of Liusha River, he did not open the iron umbrella of the sacred artifact, only carried it on his back.

Buddha Tao has a method, the name is closed mantra, chewing tongue and swallowing it into the abdomen, and speaking after dozens of years, the Buddha's voice is powerful and infinite.

And he hasn't swallowed anything in a hundred years.

Nine lion heads have been hungry for a hundred years. Once they speak, what kind of power should they swallow the sky and the earth?

He doesn't know it himself.

He stood on the banks of the quicksand, facing the thunder and lightning clouds, roaring like a lion.