Beyond the Divine States Chapter 356: : Where does life depend?

Lightning and thunder, heavy rain.

The already dim sky seemed to have been pierced by rain. The raindrops hit the sword, the color of steel flashed in the torrential rain, and the killing intent seemed to lie dormant for a long time, suddenly revealing the hideous evil tiger, crossing The darkness pierced the enemy's neck with sword-like fangs.

Ning Changjiu stood holding a sword, staring at the Golden Winged Roc, knowing the sea like a ring of air waves, rapidly expanding, enveloping the field of battle.

The two wings of the Golden Wing Roc vibrated momentarily.

Ning Chang hadn't seen how he moved for a long time. He disappeared from his field of vision for an instant, and then a cold light flashed in front of him.

Ning Changjiu held the Yu Lei surrounded by Nether Qi, and smashed it at the golden feather sword light.

The metal screamed, and the blasted heat wave hit the face, and the rain was instantly evaporated, making the two of them flushed.

Beyond this rainy cliff, the first clash of iron swords was like a snare drum sounded when the two armies confronted each other. The battle was on the verge, and after that, thousands of arrows swept through it like a rain, and the golden iron horses rushed against each other. The light exploded like fire, and the white rainbow and golden light entangled in the meantime. The surrounding rain was illuminated thoroughly and then evaporated, turning into a large amount of white gas, and the two figures were surrounded by smoke and mist.

There are few mountains around, mostly vast plains. After the two hit a high place, the sound of the wind whizzing by became particularly loud, like waves of raging ocean rolling by, lifting their silhouettes to a higher place.

The outer body of the Golden Wing Roc was destroyed, and his power was almost reduced by half. The bones of his body were completely broken. The Great Sun Buddha Kingdom and Yanghuang Cangyu Sword were destroyed in the previous battle. This should have been He was dying, but the monster clan's unimaginable tough physique and his 500-year willpower supported him.

The last piece of the puzzle of Wan Yao Jue is right in front of him, how can he give up?

Although Ning Changjiu was also seriously injured, his skin trauma was well recovered in the authority of time. Only when he broke the Five Paths, he was interrupted by force, leaving his body with a short-term, hard-to-heal severe injury.

Although their own realm is very different, one can go from one to the other, and the fatal injury of the Golden Winged Roc has given them the possibility of a desperate battle.

In the cave, Si Ming was lying sickly on the stone wall, listening to the thunder and swords singing from outside, she could not calm her mind.

She looked at the white clothes she draped over her body. This clothes did not give much warmth in the cold. The heavy rain washed the white clothes very clean. The clothes did not smell of blood. Perhaps it was because of walking through a large dense forest. The skirt still has a little fragrance of vegetation.

She hung her eyes weakly, looking at the broken white clothes, trying to gather the spiritual power in the body, but her injury was more serious than she thought.

In the final blow with the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, many joints between her limbs and hundreds of skeletons were shattered by his lion roar, and her recovery was slow. Most importantly, her sundial was drained of divine power. He was eclipsed, like a stone statue, and the sea of ​​Qi was almost penetrated, like a bamboo basket, unable to retain the slightest aura.

At this moment, as long as she uses her spiritual power, there is like hot iron pouring in her chest, and the twisting pain stimulates her to sweat.

She kept panting, the self-doubt in her heart was like countless knives, cutting her spirit... She looked like broken porcelain, and wanted to stretch her hand to splice it, but the porcelain slices cut her skin and cut her full. Hand blood.

She hated this feeling. She didn't care about losing to the sinner at the beginning, but the Nine Spirit Yuansheng was no more than a mortal body, no matter how strong his demon power, how could he arrogate to the true god?

The slight fragrance between the white clothes lingered on the tip of her nose, making her mind calmer. She adjusted the balance between her mind and body, trying to heal her injuries and restore her strength.

She stood up, slowly climbed to the place close to the cave, and looked towards the sky.

The cold rain slapped on the face.

Her clear, ice-free eyes looked at the dark sky above. In the flashing thunder, sword fire spread in the impact, which reminded her involuntarily of the fireworks on Clothes Street, no matter how heavy the rain. Unquenchable fireworks.

The battle above the heavy rain is burning like a raging fire.

The scale of this battle is far less than that of Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc in the first battle, but it is more dangerous than ever.

The quaint Yu Lei sword poured into the spiritual power and gave out a **** light. He held this slender sword and smashed it towards the place where the golden light flashed. He almost forgot those sword moves, only the encyclical The ink rain of the sword sutra turned over and pinched and blended into the sword.

He held the sword like a red iron rod and swept wildly at the place where the Golden Wing Roc was. The sword moves matched the violent storm and the roar erupted like a lion's roar, endlessly toward the Golden Wing Peng pressed away, as if the wind and rain kept on, this sword intent would not stop.

The figure of the Golden Wing Roc was impenetrable by the sword light. He fluttered his wings several times and tried to get out, but he was all wrapped up like Ning Changjiu's tarsal maggots. The cold front of Yu Lei was a bit dull. But the hands of the two came like a blade of hair cutting the rain. Between the confrontation between the two, the flesh and blood of the Golden Winged Roc was cut open again before dodge, splashing with blood.

Ding!

Suddenly there was a clear cry.

Ning Changjiu's continuous sword shadow was shattered by the heavy rain.

In the vast water mist, a golden light suddenly appeared, blocking the sword Yu Lei pierced into the chest.

Ruyi Wu Iron God Rod!

This sacred stick did not return to its prototype. It was previously hidden in the void by the Golden Winged Roc. It was waiting for an opportunity. Kening’s long-term offensive was too fierce, and he had to take it out in advance and fight him. Die for a lifetime.

Finally forced the stick out, Ning Changjiu also breathed a sigh of relief. He was originally very nervous, so that he could prevent the stick from appearing suddenly and hit him by surprise.

Now he can play the sword more heartily.

The two figures entangled and collided again.

Holy artifacts deserve to be holy artifacts.

Once it was revealed, the Golden Winged Roc, who was originally at a disadvantage in the confrontation, instantly reversed the situation. The Ruyi Wu Iron Club has natural restraint on Yu Lei, and Yu Lei’s skin-cutting ghostly spirit was divine. The stick cleaned easily, the Golden Winged Roc swept across with the stick, and between a few strokes, Ning Changjiu was forced to retreat steadily.

The face under the mask of the Golden Winged Roc was washed by the rain, looking crazy and violent.

Pang!

After the Golden Winged Dapeng forced Ning Chang to retreat for a long time, he took advantage of the gap between his moves and knocked down the mountain with a stick. The thunder and lightning in the sky lit up at the right time, adding to the momentum.

Ning Changjiu was overwhelmed. He was smashed by a stick and hit the mountain wall. The mountain wall instantly cracked and his body blasted into the depths.

The Golden Winged Roc fluttered his wings fiercely and came out of the cave with his stick.

He stared at the dark cave, but there was also golden light in it.

That is Shura's divine body. Shura is originally something that has gone through many hardships and reincarnated many times. The thickness of its soul and the will of spirit are far beyond what people can compare. On the contrary, Ning Changjiu has become more and more courageous. He ignited the divine body and flew out of it, like a meteor. Smashing into the Golden Wing Roc, the Yu Lei hidden in his arms pierced out at the same time.

This is an indomitable but flawed sword, pointing directly at the chest of the Golden Winged Roc. Roc hesitated a little while changing his life and defending, and finally chose a horizontal bar to block it.

The sword and the stick collided, and Shura's golden body grew with three heads and six arms, and it kept smashing against the golden-winged Dapeng's body.

The Golden Wing Roc has been unable to condense the law of heaven and earth, so he has to resist with a tyrannical physique. His body keeps retreating, and his wielding wings are resisting Ning Changjiu's pressure with difficulty.

After the sword power was pressed to the extreme, the Golden Winged Roc grabbed a stick and pushed his sword away, then swiped the stick along the way and smashed it towards the top of his head.

This is supposed to be an offensive and defensive exchange.

But Ning did not stop for a long time, instead holding the sword in both hands, aiming at his heart, turned back and cut again.

This is the killing intent from decisive to death. Ning Changjiu’s golden pupils are filled with disharmonious redness. He has never perceived his body and the sword in his hand so clearly... Among the limbs and a hundred skeletons, the acupuncture points around the body There was a whirlpool roar, and he felt that his spirit and the sword in his hand had merged into one, and he could not even tell whether the sword was leading him or he was leading the sword.

Similarly, the almost inscribed Heavenly Sword Sword Sutra is also very clear. It is the most decisive sword with killing intent. It does not require any defense, and only needs a sword to pierce the opponent's heart.

The sword pierced the heart of the Golden Wing Roc, neatly and smoothly.

The Golden Wing Roc was also suppressed by this sudden killing intent, but he was also bloody, and he didn't want to defend anymore. He continued to hold the stick and smashed his head.

The golden body of Shura failed to catch the stick. Ning Changjiu turned his head with a dangerous instinct, avoiding the head of the stick, but the **** stick was still smashed firmly on the shoulder.

The left shoulder bone shattered, and Ning Changjiu bit the trembling teeth, and also pierced the sword into the chest of the Golden Wing Roc.

The blade cut through the tough skin, pierced into the extremely dense muscles, pierced all the way, and directly pierced the heart.

The Golden Winged Roc screamed sternly, his eagle claws had returned to guard, and he firmly grasped the edge of the sword. The Yu Lei sword burst into red light, and the eagle claws seemed to be holding a handful of fire. The palm was burning, and the feeling of scorching felt like a dagger cutting the palm, biting people with pain. But instead of letting go, he held it tighter.

He smashed Ning Changjiu's broken bones with a stick in one hand, and a blade with one claw to prevent the blade from deepening.

Ning Changjiu's left hand can hardly hold the sword. His body is trembling, and he keeps panting. From time to time, between the two of them, there is a killing intent to collide and explode again, splashing with toothy noises.

"You are the reincarnation of the ancient god, the spirit of the Golden Crow..." The Golden Winged Roc looked at him, and gave a sharp smile: "You remnants, you can't kill them cleanly."

Ning Changjiu didn't say a word, he was fully absorbed in trying to push the sword into the opponent's body.

He bent his back, and the heavy rain kept hitting his back. The blood in his body was constantly washed away, and his body seemed to be constantly drying out.

The sharp claws of the Golden Wing Roc are full of blood, and the edge of Yu Leijian has touched the bones, but he has no painful color, and the distortion in his face is full of madness. He raised the stick again, and slashed it at Ning Changjiu's head. This time, the opponent couldn't escape!

Ning Changjiu suddenly raised his head.

The golden crow shines through the rainy night.

The Golden Wing Roc noticed the deadly dangerous aura. He wanted to withdraw the stick and walk away, but his body was locked by the sword and could not be withdrawn.

The Golden Crow passed by the two of them, turned into a line, took them all into it, and disappeared into the rainy night.

When the Golden Wing Roc recovered, he was already in a country full of shattered sparks, and countless broken, magma-like things were floating in the sky.

The Golden Wing Roc knows that this is a place similar to the broken kingdom of God, and here, it seems that a sun once exploded in the sky.

This is Ning Changjiu's kingdom of God. Although he has not obtained the power in it, he has the favor of the kingdom of God, and his power can crush the opponent.

"You have more secrets than I thought." Golden Wing Roc opened his **** beak and sneered.

Ning Changjiu pushed the sword further, his pupils sharp as a sword, "This is your graveyard."

He endured the severe pain in order to lock the opponent and incorporate it precisely here. This is one of the things he presses at the bottom of the box, so be sure to seek a hit.

Ning Changjiu's left shoulder still couldn't use his strength, so his hand holding the sword turned into a palm and slapped the hilt of the sword, trying to smash it into the heart of the Golden Wing Roc.

Although the Golden Wing Roc has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, he did not panic at all.

He raised the Ruyi Wu Iron God Rod.

Ning Changjiu's face changed slightly, he guessed something. He immediately poured all his strength and pressed it on the sword. With a click, a piece of Golden Wing Roc's finger was cut off, but his stick also fell towards the world.

At this moment, he doesn't have the power to smash a world at all. But this stick can.

This is its inherent ability!

At the beginning, the saints held it, traversing the world, north and south, not knowing how many ancient gods' worlds were shattered, not to mention this dilapidated country.

When the **** stick fell, there seemed to be a huge wall of water standing up, making a huge wave.

Suddenly, the heavy rain poured down again, drenching the two of them instantly.

The golden crow was suppressed by the gods, turning into golden light and flowing back into Ning Changjiu's body, but how could the golden winged Dapeng make him do as he wished, he stretched out his hand with his fingers cut off, and swallowed the authority to activate the golden crow. Ingested into the body.

Ning Changjiu was shocked, his proud mental power failed to defeat the Ten Thousand Monster Art, and he actually lost control of the Golden Crow at this moment.

If the Ten Thousand Demon Art is successful, the Golden Wing Roc will instantly reach a new realm, and everything will be irreversible at that time.

At this moment, a silver light flashed through the corner of my eyes like a whip of light, and when I looked again, the light arrow had penetrated the palm of the golden-winged roc's authority.

The golden crow turned into streamer and escaped back to Ning Changjiu's body.

Outside the cave, Si Ming raised her hand and interlaced her fingers. After she confirmed that she had hit the Golden Wing Roc, her arm fell weakly.

In the scream of the Golden Winged Roc, Ning Changjiu blessed his soul, holding a sword in his right hand, and handing out a lore sword at the heart of the Golden-winged Roc in the way of the heavenly sword.

Puff!

The blood rushes, the blood of the demon is on fire when it meets the water, and the smoke rises.

At the time of life and death, the Golden Wing Roc, who had been brave all his life, chose to shrink back. But this is the right decision, otherwise his heart will be cut directly.

Injury and injury, the strength of the Golden Wing Roc who is on the verge of collapse will crush him at any time.

His severed palm covered his heart, running his last strength, and ramming towards Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu was not afraid, the remaining Shura body was embedded in flesh and blood, and he slammed into the Golden Wing Roc.

With a bang, the figure of the Golden Winged Roc was directly knocked out and crashed to the ground at high speed.

Ning Changjiu’s thin clothes were also soaked in blood, and his muscle bundles were torn and bloody. He has no power to fight anymore, but he knows that this is the best chance to kill the Golden Wing Roc... With a low growl, supporting himself with nothingness like willpower, he chased in the direction where the Golden Wing Roc had fallen.

In the dense forest, the rain is less.

It was filled with heavy fog as the rain evaporated.

The Golden Wing Roc is nowhere to be seen.

Ning Changjiu looked around. In the slippery moss cluster, in the wet mud, a stream rushed towards the distance. There are still traces of blood in the stream and the surrounding mud.

The Golden Winged Roc escaped along this stream...

Ning Chang did not hesitate for a long time, following the **** trace he felt, he immediately caught up with his sword. But at this moment, the cry of a demon soldier faintly came from behind.

It turned out that before the Golden Winged Roc came here, it was expected that the fire bomb signal was put down. Now the fight is about to end, but the monster soldiers who received the signal almost rushed over.

Damn...

At this moment, the seriously injured Si Ming is still in the cave.

He took a deep breath and immediately folded, climbed up the cliff like a cloud, and returned to the cave. Apart from a word, he grabbed Si Ming's arm and pulled her up.

"Why didn't you chase?" Si Ming asked weakly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Someone is here."

Behind, a raging torch spread in the rain.

Si Ming gritted his teeth and said: "You can chase, I can deal with these miscellaneous soldiers...cough cough."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ning Changjiu leaned down and let her lean on his back.

Si Ming pursed his lips and pressed it weakly, his **** arms hung softly on his neck, and the slender jade hands hanging down to his chest were cold and cold, and their backs and chests were almost tightly attached. Now, she leaned against Ning Changjiu's neck and said nothing.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, and when the torch approached, his body suddenly moved, carrying the woman on his back, jumping between the cliffs, a few dodges temporarily avoided the chasing soldiers, and escaped into the vast forest.

Ning Changjiu stood by the stream and hesitated for a while, but still felt that he could not give up the great opportunity. Carrying his life on his back, when he pulled away from the monster soldiers, he took advantage of the situation and pursued the heavily wounded Golden Wing Roc who had escaped.

Siming's head is buried between his neck, and the jade body attached to his body is weak and boneless. If just running, this weight is not a burden at all.

Ning Changji felt her breath lingering around her neck for a long time. The breath was cold, and it didn't seem to be breath, but frost.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Changjiu asked anxiously.

Si Ming’s lips and teeth were filled with ice, he breathed as frost, and softly comforted: “It’s okay... if the sundial isn’t broken, I won’t be able to die.” 　　 Having said that, only she knows clearly that on her sundial, the more More and more cracks come.

She doesn’t know why, but she guessed one thing: She is a life born in the kingdom of God...Her body is out of place in this world. For example, she is not stained, except for rain. There is not a piece of mud to stick here. On her body. Although this is wonderful in itself, it also means that she is not a person of this world at all.

Leaving the Kingdom of God for too long, being in a new world, the rules of the new world never really accepted her.

She was very strong in the past, and this weak rule can’t do anything to her, but once she empties her power, things she didn’t care about in the past will suddenly become deadly knives and swords. Disintegrate yourself a little bit and turn her into the nourishment of the world...

She must return to her kingdom of God to be able to recover. But... this is impossible.

She buried this in her heart and didn't talk to Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu said: "You go into the Golden Crow, it's a little warmer there."

"No!" Si Ming said flatly.

The world doesn't accept her. In the Golden Crow Kingdom, her backlash will only get worse.

She did not say the real reason, but whispered: "My strength is slowly recovering, just like before. Without my help, the Golden Crow will be snatched away... I will stay outside to take care of it. You... better."

After speaking this long paragraph, Si Ming's chest heaved violently. She leaned on Ning Changjiu's shoulder, feeling his body with warmth in the cold. This was the only warmth she could feel at the moment.

Ning Changjiu followed the winding stream all the way.

Ahead, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

His spirit is highly tense, and the Golden Winged Roc is ready to sneak attack by lurking in the fog or bushes.

But he was also gradually distracted...because he felt that the body behind it seemed to have cooled down a little bit, and the breath that gently sprayed on his neck became weaker and weaker.

"Siming!" Ning Changjiu was startled, and immediately shouted.

"Yeah." Si Ming responded with the tip of his nose.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What the **** is wrong with you? You tell me the truth!"

Si Ming whispered: "It's okay, it's just a little...cold."

Ning Changjiu's heart was shaken, he immediately said: "I won't chase the Golden Wing Roc, I will heal you first."

"Chasing." Si Ming frowned, and after uttering a syllable, he took a breath and said with difficulty: "You must...Kill it."

Ning Changjiu spoke extremely fast: "Don't worry, my sixth brother is very powerful. Let's find a place to hide. When he is defeated, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng will definitely come and look for us. I...I will do it for you first. ...Cough cough..."

Speaking, the injuries inside his body broke out even worse, and he vomited with a mouthful of blood.

Si Ming opened his eyes slightly and looked at the shoulder she was leaning on-that was the left shoulder. She realized at this moment that the bones of this shoulder were all broken, and she had just been sleeping all the way, how painful he should be...

Ning Changjiu stepped on the wet ground, his feet sank slightly.

He wanted to put Si Ming down, but Si Ming said: "I'm fine...you... chase after..."

No matter what she said, her body was still getting cold irreversibly. She found that she had gradually lost control of her body. She knew neither pain nor tiredness... She also knew that if this continued, she would undoubtedly die. .

"Ning Changjiu!" Si Ming's voice was slightly hoarse.

"What?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Si Mingbing's lips trembled, and he trembled: "Slave pattern...stimulates slave pattern...Hurry!"

Ning Changjiu was puzzled, but he did what he said, and got a slave pattern with his thoughts.

Behind him, Si Ming's groan sounded softly, as thin as a hairspring. She didn't feel ashamed, but got the joy of life... Slave pattern is something that connects the soul. As it is stimulated, her perception of the body gradually returns. The cold is dissipated a little, and she seems to have found it in the ice and snow. A campfire greedily draws warmth.

But the breaking of the sundial did not stop.

"Follow...cough...continue!" Si Ming's voice was light and quick: "No, don't...stop."

"Okay." Ning Changjiu also felt her cheer up a little, and quickly got distracted to stimulate the slave lines and warm her body a little bit. This thing that was punished as a master and slave at the beginning has now become her last life-saving torch.

Si Ming felt the constantly pulsating electric current in her body. She was indulged in it, her body trembled. If it were not for the strength of her arms, she would take the initiative to touch the one left by Lu Jiajia.

The night is getting darker, and the visibility around is getting lower and lower.

The sound of the demon soldier's chasing and killing has already been left behind.

Ning Changjiu's chapped lips kept moving and kept talking to her for fear that she would leave quietly. Si Ming responded simply, saying that he was okay.

The **** aura between the streams became more and more intense, Ning Changjiu listened to the whispers of the woman in her ears and the gradually warming breath, the figure leaped among the streams and rocks, and burst out of the fog.

After the fog, there is a steep and dangerous peak.

Ning Chang hadn't been here for a long time and hadn't seen here. He raised his head, the dangerous peak towering into the clouds.

The blood stains were not cut off. Ning Changjiu found that the blood was still mixed with visceral fragments-the golden winged Dapeng had also reached the end of the crossbow.

Ning Changjiu searched for the blood and found a hidden stone step. He turned his head and looked at Si Ming with concern, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Okay." Si Ming responded.

"Siming!" Ning Changjiu's words were suddenly severe, and his pupils flashed with water: "Don't forget your identity! If I don't allow you to die, you can't die! You tell me the truth, what are you doing now? Like..."

Siming Guer smiled and smiled weakly. She didn't answer directly, but the words intermittently said: "We don't have an umbrella...I'm going...cough, watch it die."

Ning Changjiu stood silent for a while, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his left shoulder, and said: "No, I will heal you first! Your body is healed, let's kill together."

"No!" Si Ming objected: "It's too late...Do you want me to die?"

Ning Changjiu was shocked, and said in amazement: "What did you say?!"

Si Ming smiled miserably, and finally said truthfully: "The sundial is about to break...No one will save me, Ning...Ning Changjiu, that morning, the mirror...I...cough..."

The words were interrupted by a coughing sound. She coughed out a mouthful of blood, which was condensed from ice crystals.

Ning Changjiu trembled all over, and said: "Stop talking! You hold on... I will definitely be able to save you!"

Si Ming closed her eyes, her eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, and she continued: "Kill...Gold Wing Roc...This is my last wish."

Ning Changjiu's mind is completely confused.

He wants to say something, but it's in his throat.

If what Siming said is true, he really can't think of any way to save her.

He looked around frantically, suddenly raised his head, and glanced at the large peak that was out of sight.

Blessed to the soul.

"Kun...Kunlun?" Ning Changjiu muttered to himself: "Right! Kunlun!"

Master is above Kunlun! In the whole world, there is nothing she can't do! Fate sent him here to climb the mountain!

The hot thoughts surged in his mind, and he wanted to tell Si Ming. But a bucket of cold water was poured down, and he saw the eye-catching red letter on the peak: Tianzhu.

This is Tianzhu Peak, not Kunlun.

Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, and he didn't have time to think about it. Whether it is to kill the Golden Wing Roc or go to Kunlun, he must go up the mountain... He can only go up the mountain!

Suddenly there was a deep pain in the left shoulder.

Along the way, Si Ming knew that he had a left shoulder injury and deliberately raised his neck. At this moment, she had no extra strength anymore, so she had to press it gently.

"Hold on..."

Ning Changjiu's heart is like a knife twist, whispering, he stepped on the stone steps, prancing, and rushed toward the mountain.

Lightning and thunder, heavy rain.