Beyond the Divine States Chapter 357: : Looking up at the bright moon, looking back at the white clouds and low

(It’s too late to correct the typo, forgive me. I didn’t expect this chapter to write so much.)

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The clear night sky of Ancient Lingzong was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, the sky full of stars disappeared, replaced by heavy rain.

The child's time had not yet arrived, and soon after Lu Jiamara fell asleep, she was awakened by thunder outside the window.

She sat up from the couch in a single coat and looked sideways.

From time to time there was electric light on the paper window, and the curtains and furnishings by the window flashed white. Listening to the sound of thunder and rain, she felt an extreme and bad premonition in her heart.

Xiaoling was still sleeping next to her with her body crossed. She seemed to have had a nightmare, and her petite body trembled.

Lu Jiajia lifted off some quilts and went to bed quietly. She crossed the jade-inlaid black screen screen and came to the window. The faint flashing light illuminates her close-fitting white clothes, and the blue silk is full of crows. Green color.

How come it rains suddenly...

Lu Jiajia lightly stroked her chest, her eyebrows seemed to touch frost, and she trembled lightly. She took an outer garment and opened the door, her jade feet touched the bricks that were as cold as snow, and she concentrated on Looking north, that was the direction of Ten Thousand Demons City, but she couldn't see anything except the vast rain.

She always feels that she is going to lose something forever...

She was like this when she watched Ning Changjiu jump into the abyss.

Is it because I think too much, or is it...

In the sleeves hanging down like a cloud, Lu Jiama tightly pinched his palms. It stands to reason that although his swordsmanship is not so complete, it is definitely psychic and transparent. How could it be messed up because of a heavy rain.

Lu Jia married under the eaves, her slender body taut in the snow clothes, she was lost, and a woman's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"This heavy rain ended up really strange."

Lu Jiajia was slightly startled, turned his head, but saw Liu Junzhuo holding an umbrella and saber in the white rain, slowly appearing in the dark rain, wearing a sword suit that was as vigorous as pine and cypress even though the wind was blowing.

She looked at the lonely figure of Lu Marrying Married in the rain, and said: "Is thinking about your apprentice again?"

Lu Jiajia looked at her and asked: "Why are you here?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "This rain is not right, I guess you will wake up, so come and take a look."

She walked under the wide eaves of Jiuyou Hall, put away the umbrella, her cold brows were filled with moisture.

Lu Jiajia asked: "What's wrong with this rain?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "I can't say it, but it's cloudless tonight. This rain is like the dragon king calling. It's coming, it doesn't make sense."

Lu Jiajia sighed softly and asked: "Don't you know what Mr. Er?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "I have searched the surrounding Yujian once before, and visited high in the sky, and found no traces of divine power fluctuations. Anyway...very strange."

Lu Jiajia listened, for some reason, she suddenly remembered the red carp in the day.

Lu Jia married: "These days, the earth and the sky are in chaos, it shouldn't be a major event."

Liu Junzhuo looked at her side face and asked: "Si Ming and your apprentice, have you gone to Ten Thousand Demons City?"

Lu Jiajia is slightly surprised: "How do you...how do you know?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "You always look to the north, and there is only that city to the north. I heard that you are collecting the authority of the nether. If I expected it to be correct, it should have the authority of the nether left in the demon city, right?"

Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, nodded gently, and said: "Well, Mr. Er is really a magical calculation."

Liu Junzhuo looked at her eyebrows and found that her expression was soft at the moment, and her skin was a little bit weaker in the light of thunder, with a touch of fragility, far from being as arrogant as in the day, but I felt pity. .

Lu Jiajia raised his eyes, looked at Liu Junzhuo seriously, and asked: "Mr. Er is looking for me late at night, what's the matter?"

Liu Junzhuo asked: "How is your body recovered?"

Lu Jiajia Weiwei was puzzled, and said, "Yijian didn't suffer any injuries today."

Liu Junzhuo watched the pouring rain and said: "Then the last competition, let's start ahead of time."

Lu Jiajia asked softly: "Why?"

Liu Junzhuo said seriously: "Because your swordsmanship is getting more and more chaotic, every hour you stand, your chances of winning will be one less."

Lu Jia's body trembled slightly. She was seen through her mind by the other party, pursing her lips and lowering her head, and said: "I'm fine. It's just some thoughts. It's no big deal."

Liu Junzhuo took a deep look at her and said: "I hope so."

"Well, I want to sleep a little longer." Lu Jiajia gave a salute, turned around slowly, and walked back to the house.

The door was closed gently, blocking the thunderstorm from behind.

Liu Junzhuo stood at the door watching the rain, but did not leave.

Summer has not yet arrived, but the heat is already flowing in the heat. Liu Junzhuo stood at the door for half an hour. The rain showed no signs of getting weaker. She was about to leave, but behind her, the door opened again.

She turned her head and saw Lu Jia marrying at the door, her black hair messy, and her long slender eyebrows were a little red and swollen.

Liu Junzhuo put away the umbrella that was about to be opened, and turned to look at her.

Lu Jiajia raised his head and said seriously: "The last sword is tonight."

As Liu Junzhuo said, in this untimely rain, her sword heart became more and more chaotic, and she couldn't sleep at all. On the contrary, there seemed to be sword energy surging in her chest, and she wanted to cut off the heavy rain with a sword without vomiting. Unhappy.

Liu Junzhuo sighed softly: "You have another 10% chance of winning."

Lu Jiama asked: "How much was it originally?"

Liu Junzhuo smiled lightly and said: "There is no chance of winning."

The door is closed gently.

In the heavy rain, on a high cliff, the King Fish lived in a cave by the lake, overlooking Youyue Lake. In the lake, the red carp turned its body in the water, jumping out of the water from time to time, revealing its red back.

It looks solemn.

It doesn't know how sacred this fish is, but it knows that this heavy rain must be caused by it.

What exactly is this fish going to do?

The King of Fish was thinking about it, and saw two umbrellas moved in the heavy rain, and the figure of the woman under the umbrella was blurred in the rain.

It's really Lu Jiajia and Liu Junzhuo.

The red fish sneaked into the bottom of the lake quietly.

They separated on the water, and Lu Jiajia slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The raindrops fell with one foot, and the lake rippled.

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The ripples spread out in circles.

The stream of fire splashes.

Zhao Xianger was holding a sword, and his black attire swept across the lake where the flames converged. Wherever the toes fell, circles of tiny ripples burst away.

The head of the King Peacock moved lightly, and the colorful demon pupils that looked like glass beads were tracking Zhao Xianger's figure.

Zhao Xianger's figure kept leaping in the lake of fire. When the figure of King Peacock Ming approached, she suddenly turned back and jumped up, brazenly handing the sword, the sword light and white shadow swallowed dozens of feet, and stabbed the peacock. King Ming's neck.

The King of Peacock looked at her coldly and didn't even dodge. He just shook the screen, and the mantra seal was shaken out, like a golden Buddha's finger pressing down, rushing to the girl's place, where the fingertips fell, everything opened. With golden lotus.

Zhao Xiang'er's petite body flickered in the Buddha's light. She was biting her bloodshot teeth, and Jiuyu suddenly appeared under her feet. She stepped on Jiuyu's back and slammed through the golden shadow. His body was like a nail, pierced into King Peacock Ming's neck.

But she hasn't settled yet, and ten thousand golden lights flooded in, and it rained intensively on her.

Zhao Xiang'er crossed her hands in front of her, and quickly mobilized her spiritual defense, but her defense was quickly defeated. The peacock sighed suddenly, her neck flicked, her wings blew up in a gale, and Zhao Xiang'er flew away. .

The falling figure of the girl was like a black ball. She bounced a few times on the ground, avoiding the subsequent attack, before she could stop. She was panting violently, her body was hot, and her two-sleeved arms It has been crushed, and the thin and even forearm is covered with dense wounds. The wounds are too late to heal, and blood is still oozing, dripping along the lines of her palm, dripping from the tip of the red umbrella.

One day in the confrontation, she was almost exhausted.

Previously, when she opened the world, when she included the Peacock King at the very moment of her death, she thought the key to victory or defeat was about to come, but the outcome was far beyond her expectations. In her world, The Peacock Ming directly flew out easily.

The legend turned out to be true. At the beginning, the Buddha trapped it with three thousand worlds, and the peacock traveled too vacantly, breaking through three thousand worlds, and finally swallowed the Buddha in his belly!

The authority to press the bottom of the box was cracked effortlessly, and the girl fell into a hopeless fight like a broken arm.

Her spiritual power was almost exhausted in the long battle. The injuries all over her body dragged her figure slower and slower. The pain brought constant exhaustion. When the sword was out many times, she was even in a trance. , Almost fell asleep directly.

Are you going to die here... Zhao Xiang'er raised her head slightly, her eyebrows as picturesque as cold, blood dripping from the hair, sliding across the porcelain-white face, dripping from her fine-pointed chin.

The scars all over her body are potential knives. When the injuries reach the limit, they will explode and turn into thousands of knives, sending her to hell.

The peacock's mantra seal was pressed again fancyly, and the nine-wheeled sun on the screen was more blazing.

Zhao Xianger dodged in a frightening manner.

The speed of the seal was faster, and it hit her back accurately.

Zhao Xianger received a solid blow. Her body was knocked out and broke several ash pillars. She struggled to pull up from the smoke, and the arrow of the scorching sun stabbed again without fancy. , The surrounding air was scorched and distorted, even if she opened the umbrella, her body was still knocked into the air again, slammed into the rock ash, blood splashed.

She got up with difficulty, the mantra seal fell like rain, the peacock resembled a human and inhuman, and the cry of a demon and a demon kept reverberating in her ears. Between the brain, there seemed to be a pair of scissors pierced in, stirring and breaking open. In the flesh and blood, there are even more demons twisting and drilling out, emitting a sharp and wild laugh.

Zhao Xianger muttered the secret of meditation and suppressed these illusions. Her slender eyelashes were stained with blood, and it was difficult to open her body. She was hit by the rainy mantra again, and the air was condensed. On the wall.

There is no retreat behind.

Zhao Xianger coughed up blood, her hand could hardly hold the sword, and in the agitated limestone dust, the Peacock Ming King held up his chest, like a magnificent palace, it came slowly, and the earth followed With its footsteps shaking, the sense of oppression is almost desperate.

In the trembling eyelashes, Zhao Xianger could no longer see the figure of King Peacock Ming. In her sight, only Nine Wheels of the Sun was approaching.

Nine days...

She suddenly remembered the legend of Da Yi shooting nine days...

No! No, it's not that Da Yi shoots the sun, but... a thought suddenly flashed in Zhao Xianger's mind-in the legend, the Golden Winged Roc has two unique skills: the Great Sun Buddha Kingdom and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword.

There are gods and demons in the Buddha Kingdom picture, and the number of Cangyu swords is also nine! Each **** and demon holds a sword.

That's a special technique used by the Golden Wing Roc to deal with the Peacock King!

The gods and demons are nine, the sword is nine, why is it nine? !

The scattered light condensed in her pupils again, and she looked at the sun on the peacock screen, and immediately understood--perhaps the nine scorching suns were the real weakness of King Peacock Ming.

In the past, she always felt that weaknesses were generally hidden in secret places and were heavily protected. And these nine rounds of scorching sun are too conspicuous and too powerful, and there are nine more, it is impossible to penetrate all of them, and attacking it is tantamount to playing with fire.

But is this not one of the blind spots of thinking?

But what about?

Zhao Xiang'er opened her hand, and Jiuyu called out again, and as her knowledge of the sea changed into a black bow.

The black bow has no strings.

She stretched out her slender fingers to construct an invisible string. The light tremor of the string is fed back to the fingertips.

The surrounding fire calmed down, Zhao Xianger opened one eye, and the lunar yin clung to it. Jiuyu's string evoked, and in the humming sound, the surrounding flames miraculously calmed down, the flames faded, and as her fingers shook, the flames of the flames were on the line!

Jiu Yu seemed to have sensed the danger, and his body suddenly stopped.

Zhao Xianger pulled the bow to the extreme.

The arrow tore through the air and shot towards the middle round of scorching sun.

But this is not an arrow of hope, but an arrow of true despair.

The arrow stopped buzzing outside the scorching sun, shattering every inch, turning into ashes and falling down.

Zhao Xianger watched this scene from a distance, her arms hanging weakly.

After all, her realm is too low...

The peacock is only tens of feet away from her.

She wanted to draw a sword, but found that in the previous battle, the sword had been knocked down and fell into the lake of fire. The red umbrella was empty and could not protect her for long.

Everything is about to end.

The blood on the beauty of the young girl is as enchanting as an illusion.

Zhao Xianger wanted to remember her life routinely, and then greet death. But she discovered that she was only nineteen years old, and there was really not much memory in her life.

It's nothing more than a young big banyan tree, the rain in the imperial city at sixteen, the red moon in Linhe City, the various events during the three-year agreement, and the wedding that was not completed in the end......

There is also the dream that is true and false.

This is a lifetime, short and blooming for a season.

The peacock stopped, but instead of giving birth to pity, he wanted to use the grandest means to end the battle.

In front of it, the disc is like a wheel, moving backwards, and an emerald feather emerges from it.

Peacock feathers.

This is the real peacock feather!

It is a weapon in the legend of the world, only linked to death, it is an arrow that must kill.

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Heavy rain, thunder and lightning, muddy and slippery stone steps, trees blown by strong winds, and everything that is crushed by the black and close to the pupils.

This is everything Ning Changjiu can see.

The raindrops fell wildly like mercury, rushing down. Although his body was not exhausted and the lamp was dry, his spiritual power almost bottomed out. Even so, he still insisted on dividing a part for his life. Keep out the rain.

"No sleep...You are on my back now, you said you don't like sleeping with me, you have to talk..." Ning Changjiu's voice was hoarse and choked.

Si Ming is not unconscious yet, her fingertips hanging in front of Ning Changjiu are still trembling, but her porcelain-white face has been covered with a reddish light, and her long eyelashes are like red smoke. The eyeliner that spreads out, like a trace, is better than all the powder in the world.

Like Zhao Xianger, what emerged from her exquisite beauty at this moment was her unique beauty before death.

They are thousands of miles apart, but they have a common, decisive beauty.

Ning Changjiu didn't know Zhao Xianger's current situation. If he saw the scene in the Suzaku fantasy world again, his shaky Taoist heart would really fall apart.

Si Ming's voice is very low: "Well, it counts."

Ning Changjiu's words didn't dare to stand up: "Hold on, we are on Kunlun Mountain now, and when we go to Kunlun, we can see Master... My Master is so powerful that I can definitely save you! By the way, you are not Have you always wanted to see her?"

Si Ming actually saw the words of Tian Zhufeng, her nose was sour, and she still hummed.

Ning took a long time to cross more than ten steps, his figure throbbing quickly, and his voice hurriedly said: "Also...we are still waiting for marriage. If I go back alone, how sad she would be, you It’s an illusory marriage, I can’t bear to see her cry..."

Si Ming thought of Lu Jiajia's face, that face was not very real in the fragile memory. The first sight of Luo Shulou seemed to be yesterday, and the sound of the waves of Longya was already in a dream.

Her eyes are getting darker and darker.

Ning Changjiu saw no response, turned his head, glanced at her, and said softly: "Snow...Snow porcelain?"

Si Ming regained consciousness slightly, her body was very light and light, like a camellia on her left shoulder.

"Um...I...cough, listening." Si Ming's voice was soft.

"Yeah!" Ning Changjiu sniffed, helped her legs, and jumped into the dark and boundless rain.

Along the way, Ning Changjiu remembered many things for her. There were various things about the city of Broken Boundaries, the sunrise at the end of the secret meridian through the mountains and seas, the crescent moon overlooking the dry well, the meeting in Luoshu, and the following Fireworks and paper kites, a drunken snowy night...this is what they have, everything they regard as precious.

Ning Changjiu broke the memories into pieces, and replaced them with calls a little bit.

Siming could feel his heart, and she didn’t realize until now that they had gone through so many things. The two years since they met here, seem to be longer than the time of the past one thousand years. This is the first time for her Examining her heart bravely... She always missed the crown of the priest seven hundred years ago, but at this moment, in her petal-like heart, only the young man in white was smiling, calm and gentle.

She wanted to hug it forever, rubbing it in her arms, but it was too late.

The Golden Winged Dapeng can’t kill her, neither can the Nine Spirits Yuansheng kill her, and all the creatures can’t kill her. The one who really wants to kill and can kill her is this piece of her in the world, it’s always there. Waiting for this moment...this is the most critical aspect of her omission...that should have been thought of long ago.

It's too late to wake up.

The breaking of the sundial is irreversible.

With a bang, the light of thunder shone through the sky again.

Under Ning Changjiu's feet, the steps turned into flat ground.

This is not Kunlun, it's just a higher mountain.

He came to the end.

In front of him, a black shadow sat cross-legged, his wings hung, his back was densely covered with wounds, thick blood mixed with rainwater, and his body appeared dry in the rain. He buckled, his rickety back undulated, his torn arm half-raised, leaning on something in front of him, as if he had run out of strength.

"You finally came." The Golden Winged Roc raised his head and looked at the dark rain and night sky.

Si Ming lay on Ning Changjiu's shoulder, his voice was slender, and a few syllables were squeezed out: "Put down...I, kill it."

Ning Changjiu nodded his head.

"Okay, kill it." He said word by word, put her down gently, touched her forehead, and said: "Don't sleep, or I won't forgive you for the rest of my life..."

Si Ming leaned on the tree beside him, showing a smile, with a sad smile: "Well...I'll wait for you to come back to sleep."

Ning Changjiu's body shuddered, his chest could not help but tears flowed like hot oil, he drew out the Yu Lei sword, his tight body slowly stood up, killing intent filled every joint, he Turned around, roared, and rushed towards where the Golden Wing Roc was.

The Golden Winged Roc, holding the stick in his hand, also slowly got up, his bones creaked, and the already shattered skeleton was near the edge of falling apart.

He glanced at the giant bow behind him.

This is Tianzhu Peak.

This is where his holy artifacts are.

He thought he would be able to pull him out of desperation through life and death.

But life is not a fairy tale after all.

He is nearing the end, but the sacred artifact is still like a rock, motionless in the storm.

Ning Changjiu roared and bumped into him, like a tiger who had been hungry for four thousand years, every roar was the clamor of bone collision.

Si Ming opened his eyes slightly.

In the boundless rain, she saw fireworks... it was the light from the collision of the sword and the stick, which exploded one after another, so colorful, so beautiful.

Exactly as she remembered.

The fireworks are getting farther and farther.

Unfortunately, the people who watched the fireworks this time missed the marriage and young age.

She didn't know that at this moment Lu Jiajia was about to lose.

And it was completely defeated.

Liu Jun Zhuo Xicai, but did not show mercy. After this sword, Lu Jiajia's avenue from then on may be cut off, and he can only wander at the peak of Zi Ting all his life.

The **** of destiny seems to be making a joke, conveying the doom of the doom at the same time, punishing all those who love each other, and preaching not to be rebellious!

The sharp sound of steel exploded.

Ning Changjiu roared and forced the Golden Winged Roc to retreat steadily. The Golden-winged Roc waved the magic stick. The magic stick became less and harder. From time to time, the face of a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek appeared on it, holding its head. , Yelled in pain, as if he didn't want to become a weapon, but wanted to manifest the prototype.

The Golden Wing Roc put most of his strength on the detained sacred artifact, unable to parry Ning's long-term offensive, and he directly hit the cliff.

Boom!

The wings of the Golden Winged Roc spread out, and the wind blew out, and the rain swept across. He stared at Ning Changjiu, his voice cut to the bone: "You want to kill me too?"

Ning Changjiu's voice is also hoarse and resentful, his voice is not like his own...Thousands of years ago, he seemed to have issued the same spiteful curse at a similar time: "I will break you Belly, broken neck and skull, so you can never enter into reincarnation!"

In the whistling sound, Ning Changjiu's iron-like shoulders were pulled up, and Shura's body got out of the body again, but it was no longer a majestic appearance.

Shura is twisted and skinny, like a ghost that has been tortured by purgatory millions of times.

It had a shiny golden appearance, but it uttered a sour scream.

Ning Changjiu's broken blood suit looks like a ghost.

He and Shura are truly one, holding a sword in both hands, waving Yu Lei, and roaring at the Golden Wing Roc.

After a brief confrontation, the sound of bone crushing sounded again.

The Golden Wing Dapeng has never seen this kind of power. Before him, wherever he rushed towards him was a man, it was clearly a demon full of resentment! He blocked it wearily, his breastbone collapsed and his body twisted into shape.

He uttered a cry of pain, running at full strength, and swiping a stick.

Ning Changjiu didn't look at this stick at all. He cut into the gap of the stick method, the cold light was like an arc.

Crack.

The right arm of the Golden Wing Roc was cut off!

The hand holding the Ruyi Black Iron God Cudgel fell into the dark cliff.

He wanted to pick it up with Ning Changjiu, but Ning Changjiu's sword had already slashed, directly piercing his thin chest.

The blade passed through.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and looked at him. The young man's face was mixed with the joy of a powerful enemy with a blade and the grief of a loved one. The extreme emotions were distorted, entangled with the palpitation of the strange beauty.

Boom!

Ning Changjiu pressed his body and flew towards the sky.

No matter how hard the Golden Wing Roc could bear the threat of death, the other half of his mask was also broken, peeled off, revealing an ugly face.

He slapped his wings wildly, and the last aura in his body burst out like a spontaneous!

In the flying flesh and blood, Ning Chang was unable to support it for a long time, and his body was lifted out and smashed back to the cliff.

In mid-air, the appearance of the Golden Winged Roc was extremely shocked-his chest cavity was completely empty, broken bones and flesh and blood kept falling, the rain passed through the hollow, and the heart was still alive on the edge of the broken body. Beating.

He must die.

But at the end of his life, he was unwilling to be chopped off his limbs and wings like a wild bird, and he was finally pierced with a sword in his heart.

He lowered his head, looked at his heart, and suddenly smiled happily.

Then... let's die together.

The picture of the Buddha Kingdom, which was broken to only gold strands, opened up, and the nine gods and demons walked with compassion and pity, and got into his body one by one.

He hangs in the air, like a hanged ghost, and like the sun—a setting sun that will fall into the valley and never rise.

The heavy rain was still falling. Ning Changjiu got up from the cliff. He raised his head and looked at the golden sun rising abruptly in the rain. The door of memory suddenly opened.

Shoot it down! Shoot it down!

In the body, there seems to be a voice shouting...No, it's not anyone's voice, it's the rush of blood!

Where did the bow come from?

His hand rested on the petrified sacred vessel.

The Taoist pure Yang secret scroll really burned.

The Golden Winged Roc, who has regarded death as home, never thought that at the end of his life, he would see such a scene!

Ning Changjiu held the crossbow and slowly pulled up the steel body.

The crossbow was trembling, and the weathered rock surface peeled off, revealing the sturdy outline that followed.

Siming looked at his figure holding the bow, and solved the last doubt...It really was you...she muttered to herself in her heart.

Ning Changjiu was holding the bow, and unimaginable power surged. His eyes were red and his fingers were hooked. The wind, rain and thunder and lightning around him was deterred by the divine bow, strangling and rushing, forming a straight arrow shaft on the bow. .

The Golden Wing Roc's lore style has not yet been completed. He can completely kill it with just one arrow.

But the Golden Winged Dapeng is a demon saint after all, he has not lost his mind in excessive shock and let others slaughter him.

He shook his wings violently, flickering in the air, changing positions.

Ning Changjiu's golden pupil can't lock its position!

His hooking fingers kept trembling, and he was gasping for breath, furious in his heart.

At this **** time, his spirit was exhausted to the extreme, and he was in a trance.

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In the Suzaku fantasy world.

The mantra seal turned into a big crossbow.

Peacock Ling has also been loaded.

On one side, Ning Changjiu used a **** bow to face the Golden Winged Roc, and on the other hand, King Peacock Ming pointed at Zhao Xianger with a **** crossbow.

Rivals... Husband and Wife... Bows and crossbows... How mysterious is the fate.

Zhao Xianger wanted to dodge, but she knew she could not.

She is also waiting for the sentence of death.

In the last memory, she stayed in a dream for three years.

In those three years of dreams, she actually didn't blame Si Ming, on the contrary, she still admired her a little. She knew that Si Ming's beautiful skin actually had a kind, pure heart. Lu Jiajia couldn’t think of it, she’s been born...in fact, it’s Ning Changjiu's anger...whether it's selfish or possessive, in short, it's angry...

But I am not angry anymore.

The wedding was not completed a year ago. That is my biggest regret. If there is a reincarnation, I hope we can still be caught by a marriage contract.

Completion may not be good, but regret is definitely not what I want.

I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore... Let me see you again.

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Xianger also gave birth to a trance.

On top of the two people separated by a distance, a door suddenly opened.

The big tree full of snow-white flowers swayed in the courtyard.

Sunlight leaked from the gaps in the trees.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger stood opposite each other.

This is where they started in the three-year dream.

They are all sixteen years old.

The two looked at each other, their eyes trembling.

Ning Changjiu didn't know how or what he came to, his consciousness was vague, but he stretched out his hand by instinct.

"Send a white-headed appointment." He said.

Zhao Xianger bit her lip and screamed with a trembling voice: "The alliance of the couple!"

"His Royal Highness is long."

"To make marriage together."

"It refers to each other as the faith." Ning Changjiu said.

"Together with the divine bird and jade toad." Zhao Xianger said.

"Tie the red rope early, and cut the candle." Ning Changjiu made a sound.

"Black hair and white head, great road and couple." Zhao Xianger's words were firm.

"May the pearls come together..." Ning Changjiu burst into tears.

Zhao Xiang'er has long been crying, she hoarsely said: "Forever, one heart!"

In the dream, in the Taoist temple, the spirits of the two turned into beams of light, entangled together-that is the burning Daogu Pure Yang scroll and Daogu Taiyin scroll!

The two are in perfect harmony, that is the spiritual level of sublimation!

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On Youyue Lake.

Lu Jiajia knelt on the water, sinking a little bit, and the light raindrops weighed tens of millions. That is Liu Junzhuo's sword.

Liu Junzhuo deserves to be the second gentleman of Jiange, the last sword is more powerful than the original two swords. This sword is almost crushing. The entire sky and the entire rainstorm are her roaring swords.

On the dark lake, no fish can jump out of the water to help her break the game.

Her clothes were soaked in rain, the sword spirit was crushed to pieces, and the lake of spiritual power evaporated almost completely clean.

This is the last moment.

Liu Junzhuo couldn't think of any possibility of breaking the game.

Lu married to marry and couldn't think of it.

But also at this moment, in the sea of ​​knowledge, a fairy sound suddenly remembered:

The people in the Guanzhong are already in harmony, and Xu Jianzi is one hundred.

Lu Jiajia hasn't reacted yet, her body is filled with sword intent instantly!

That is not the sword heart that the world understands, it is more like the sword embryo in her body, inlaid with a jade that has been lost for thousands of years. As a result, everything that was damaged was perfected, and the bottleneck of Zi Ting could no longer stop her!

Liu Junzhuo's pupils suddenly condensed, she has not yet reacted, the lake in front of her has burst, the overwhelming sword intent is instantly destroyed, and she is biting back toward herself!

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On the cliff of Tianzhu Peak, Ning Changlong lost consciousness for a moment. He didn't know what happened, but he got everything about the Daogu Taiyin Divine Scroll!

He opened his eyes, and it was no longer Golden Eye, but the Eye of the Moon.

He raised his head and locked the Golden Wing Roc, which was moving at a high speed and was gaining momentum.

The arrow pointed at the red sun.

In the Vermillion Bird Fantasy Realm, Zhao Xianger got everything about Daogu Pure Yang Shenju. In her body, the missing power burned.

When Peacock Ling came, her figure suddenly rose to the ground, countless times faster.

With Jiuyu in her hand, she turned into a divine bow. She opened her bow and used her arrows, and the power rushing in her body turned into an infinitely bright arrow.

Boom!

When the arrow leaves the string, the sound is like a roar.

On the screen of King Peacock, the sun shattered one by one.

Eight rounds of scorching sun are broken.

The Peacock King screamed, roared, and furiously rushed towards Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger aimed at the last scorching sun, but she also ran out of brand new strength and couldn't congeal her arrow.

But she was not panicked.

She raised her umbrella.

The sword that fell in the lake of fire before was pulled by the red umbrella and flew back suddenly, as fast as thunder and lightning!

Sword, golden sun, umbrella. The three are connected in a line.

The sword goes into the sheath.

The last round of Jinri exploded!

The golden sun on Tianzhu Peak also exploded almost at the same time.

Ning Changjiu shot the arrow.

It was an arrow that poured all his efforts and emotions into it. This arrow came too long, too long, as if it was a thousand years late.

The wind is rolling back.

The Golden Wing Roc was hit by an arrow, and his heart exploded. The arrow pierced his remnant soul protected by the saint and flew to the cold sky.

The arrow crossed the sky.

The cloud a hundred miles away was shattered, and a huge hole was blasted out by an arrow.

The rainstorm stopped suddenly!

Ning Changjiu had no time to watch his feat of an arrow. He turned his head and threw himself at Si Ming.

On the treetops, raindrops fell, hitting Si Ming's cold face.

There was a little dust on her spotless face.

Ning Changjiu hugged her.

"Snow Porcelain...Snow Porcelain?" He called her name softly, and the sour water filled the entire chest cavity, "Wake up, wake up... I killed it, killed it... We Revenge, let's... go home... Xiaoling and Marry are still waiting for us to go back."

When he called, Si Ming actually opened his eyes.

This is the last glance she left.

She looked at him calmly, exhausted the strength she had accumulated for a long time, and said softly: "That day, the mirror...I cut a fruit, I, I...I saw you, you clearly... "

Ning Changjiu cried bitterly: "I know, I know..."

"I thought you didn't know..." Si Ming smiled.

It’s good to know... She lost strength and fell into Ning Changjiu’s arms. The sundial was full of cracks, and the last breath was so delicate that she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Ning Changjiu hugged her, feeling the passing of life in her arms.

On Tianzhu Peak, he cried hoarsely.

Even if you break into the five realms, what is the use of gaining the power to reach the sky? The hero returned triumphantly, but saw the beauty turned into a tomb. After decades of fighting with horses and soldiers, for whom did you work hard?

He kept pumping spiritual power into Si Ming's body, but to no avail.

What to do, what to do? !

Sadness is like countless knives, piercing the body with pain.

In the tears, he suddenly saw a ray of light.

Where is the light?

He was startled, shaking his head back.

"Snow Porcelain..." he whispered softly.

"Snow Porcelain!"

Ning Changjiu raised his head, shaking uncontrollably.

Ning Changjiu couldn't describe the mood at the moment, his teary face, his smile was almost distorted.

"Snow Porcelain, Snow Porcelain...I have seen Kunlun!" he said.

Kunlun...

At this time it is the child time.

The cloud shot through by him has not yet healed.

There was darkness all around, except for a gentle moonlight in the clouds, which stopped just behind him.

When I was a child, Tianxuan Yuchan.

There is nothing else under the sky.

Only the moon shines through the sky!

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(I’m really sorry, I’ve written it up to now. It’s too late to thank you for your reward. I will thank you again next year! I wish you a happy new year! Thank you for your company all the way!)