Beyond the Divine States Chapter 367: : The beginning of the world sword battle

Ning Changjiu stared at the front in a daze, time seemed to slow down, and when the scene in front of him came into his mind, it exploded into a lot of suspicious clouds.

Between the floating gauze shadows, all the symbols on her body seemed to disappear, leaving nothing but tranquility.

She looks like a girl at the moment.

The young girl is scattered with childish blue silk, a lotus crown inlaid with jade fixes her hair, and the skirt spread on the water is like a big lotus leaf. Her petite body is wrapped in the lotus leaf, and her sleeves cover her. With the immature hands, the slender legs can't be seen on the wide skirt.

She sits gracefully, her expression is clear and peaceful, she can't distinguish between sadness and joy and anger.

On the precious, childish cheeks, the girl's pupils were faint, and there seemed to be lavender smoke and dust left by time.

Behind her Taoist robe, there is a slender, silver-like woven moon hanging.

She looks like a girl, but no one thinks she is a girl... She seems to be sitting at a mysterious focal point, and all kinds of different temperaments converge on her body, and finally rubbed into a quiet, like a candlelight Lotus.

Ye Chan Palace also looked at him.

The white gauze fell layer by layer, rushing back like a heavy rain, covering her.

What floats on the white gauze is still the shadow of Xianyi when Ye Chan Palace passed by.

Ning Changjiu knelt and sat on the spot, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

"Master?" Ning Changjiu called out suspiciously.

In the previous life, although he had only one side bond with the master-it was the last side before death.

Although he can't remember her face clearly, he clearly remembers that Master is definitely not such a petite and tender girl.

The fairy sound of Ye Chan Palace floated gently.

"The moon is cloudy and clear, and this matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

Her words are also without sorrows and joys, and even very clear and beautiful. What Ning Changjiu could feel was only pleasant.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Will Master still recover?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "I don't know."

Ning Changjiu squeezed his hand and asked, "What can I do for Master?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Walk to Broken World City alive and come to see me."

Ning Changjiu nodded his head. He suddenly pointed out that he was a sword, and wanted to cut his palm to take an oath, but Ye Changong stopped him, saying: "Life and death are destined. You don't have to force it. Living is the most important thing. Come to see me."

Although Ye Chan Palace’s voice is touching, it is still indifferent. If the curtain is not opened, the voice is reminiscent of only the high seated altar, the indifferent and tall goddess in charge of the world.

Ning Changjiu slowly withdrew his hand and dropped it on his knees. He lowered his head and said: "The disciple, please follow the orders of the teacher."

"Yeah." Ye Changong replied softly. She rarely hesitated and said after a while: "You probably already guessed my identity."

Ye Changong closed her eyes after speaking, her immature face was covered in emotions by ice and snow, only the lotus pond wandering around, seeming to write her feelings.

Ning Changjiu nodded: "The disciple has guessed..."

"Yeah." Ye Chan Palace was about to say something.

Ning Changjiu continued: "Master is the original Nuwa Empress who made humans by tucking the earth, refining stones to fill the sky, and cutting turtles enough to become the four poles."

"..." Ye Chan Palace swallowed back what he wanted to say.

She did not admit or deny.

Ning Changjiu thought about the contents of the book presented by the senior sister, studied the wording, and wanted to praise Master, but Ye Chan Palace’s order to dismiss guests has already been issued.

"Okay, let's go back, your senior sister and senior brother will arrange the itinerary for you, so the teacher will not be far away."

Ye Chan Gong said.

……

The door of the palace opened slowly.

Si Ming is standing outside the temple, waiting quietly, between her brows and eyes, a hint of anxiety is faintly revealed.

Ning Changjiu walked out of the hall, and Si Ming's hand clenched between his sleeves came loose without leaving a trace.

"What did the master say?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "Master didn't say anything, just let us cherish it all the way."

Si Ming didn't ask any more, she knew that Ning Changjiu would not deceive herself easily, unless there was some real secrets involving heaven.

Ning Changjiu held her hand and said: "Let's go, it's time to go down the mountain, don't let the marriage and Xiaoling wait."

"Hmm."

Although Si Ming nodded, she gently broke away from his hand. She looked at the temple, blessed her body gently, and bowed to the temple.

They joined hands and walked out of the front yard of the hall.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming glanced at the lotus pond flower tree in the courtyard and the stone table pavilion with countless memories. They looked at each other, one pushing the left door and the other pushing the right door.

The door slowly closed, and the memories of the summer in the dream stay here forever.

Turning around, the sun is shining brightly.

Ning Changjiu looked at the sun in the sky and couldn't feel the reality.

Outside the Taoist Temple, the first to wait for them is the fifth brother.

"Senior brother." Ning Changjiu saluted with Si Ming.

The fifth brother smiled gently. He took two books and handed them to Ning Changjiu, saying: "There is nothing in the view. Let me give two volumes to show my heart."

Ning Changjiu took the book carefully.

Both books are mounted with cyan covers, one is "A Book of Weapons" and the other is "Shan Hai Lu".

As the name suggests, one is an atlas recording the weapons of the world, and the other is an ancient scroll recording mountains and seas.

"This volume is not precious. If it is a last resort, the weapons and strange beasts in it can also be used, but don't have any expectations for the might." Senior Brother Five said with a smile.

Ning Changjiu handed the scroll to Si Ming, and thanked the brother again.

The two bid farewell to the fifth brother.

Ning Changjiu flipped through the weapon spectrum and said jokingly: "There are hundreds of weapons in the world, which are so complicated and complicated. I'm tired of using swords in the future. If I have spare time, I can change to the same weapon a day."

Si Ming leaned over and took a look, sarcastically said: "The weapons of the gods throughout the ages have been named after people, unless they are made by special laws in the kingdom of gods, such as my black sword. The rest. The shapes and materials of the world’s famous artifacts are similar. Many of these things you see are complicated and deliberate. The embryos are actually no different."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why did the craftsman do this?"

Siming laughed and said: "It can be sculpted and complicated, not to distinguish it from other magic soldiers, just like words, why many words are so complicated, but not to distinguish the meaning."

Ning Changjiu nodded thoughtfully, and asked: "What about the words of your kingdom of God?"

Si Ming said indifferently: "The kingdom of God has no words, only thoughts. The only inscriptions with similar words are just talisman, which is a means of exerting power. The people who made the words were regarded as saints by you in the mortal world, but you don’t know that words are used to cultivate Taoism. It is also a shackle, and it is even more meaningless to the kingdom of God."

Ning Changjiu doesn't know how to respond to her indirect pride.

Only the fifth brother who watched them go away, the gentle smile on his face gradually solidified.

Next, the second brother.

The second brother also prepared a parting gift.

"Oh, now it's more than ten days. Although the City of Ten Thousand Demons will not embarrass you, but the sword pavilion is still in the world." The second senior sighed: "If it is the eldest disciple and the second disciple of the sword pavilion that are embarrassed, it is easy to say, you Now that the combination of pearls are combined, it should not be a problem to kill the ancient spirits all the way. I am afraid that the old shameless thing of the sword master will personally use the sword to block you. Although it is not a last resort, the sword master will not really reveal the realm of the legendary three realms, but Even if you just use the sword to block the way, it’s very embarrassing..."

Ning Changjiu wondered: "Although the sword saint is our enemy, he is the master of the sword pavilion after all, and his self-respect status will take action against me as a junior?"

The second brother smiled bitterly: "The saint was not bad to him at the beginning. Didn't he also betray? This is the most difficult **** for those who have already put morality outside of the sword heart but can be mastered by the sword heart."

Ning Changjiu said in a puzzled way: "What exactly is the sword saint going to do? What is the purpose?"

"What's the purpose." The second senior slapped the scabbard, sighed up to the sky, and said: "He is just a sword from the heavens. God can only use a real sword to eradicate the threat. You are an unobservable disciple, and you are on the list of his must kills... Now that the enemy is few and the master is incompetent, the younger brother has to be careful."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Junior brother understands that I am now in the five realms, and I have snow porcelain on the side to take care of it. It should be able to turn the danger into a waste."

Si Ming also said a little bit, expressing his approval.

The second brother smiled and was pleased. He took out a disc the size of a rouge box from his arms and handed it to Ning Changjiu, saying: "This is the land of the five capitals. When the emperor and the yellow emperor were still alive, I took out a shovel and shoveled the gods of their five capitals. I was guilty of the anger at the beginning. Now the gods and men have passed away, the castle tower has changed owners, and this is what remained. ."

The second brother said this, with a deep sense of nostalgia in his words.

He handed this thing into Ning Changjiu's palm and said: "Take it away, don't be too frugal, just throw it out when you are desperate, and you can save your life."

"Thanks to the second brother for the kind gift." Ning Changjiu took the Wudu Divine Land seriously, clenching his hands tightly.

The two bid farewell to the second brother.

Outside the Law Ling Hall, the big sister's lotus crown and green skirt, standing silently and gracefully.

She looked at the clouds in the sky, and she had been waiting for a long time.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming met with the big sister.

The big sister smiled slightly, and she took out a bow.

It was a stringless, half-human sized bow.

The giant bow seems to be made of iron wood. The surface texture of the bow is exquisite like black iron. The arc of the bow is vigorous. The belly of the bow is attached with a middle-green black angle. The golden awns walk along the whole bow's lines, like a valley. There was a tiny red dot hanging from the middle of the bow body in the molten slick.

Ning Changjiu looked at this bow very familiarly. He felt that as long as he hooked the red dot with his fingers, he could pull out the tangible strings and arrows invisibly.

"Don't recognize it?" The master sister smiled and said: "When you shot the Golden Winged Roc, you used this bow. As expected of the younger brother... This is the Golden Winged Roc has not been able to achieve for five hundred years. I don’t know what he pulled out, when his body was destroyed, he couldn’t look at him."

Ning Changjiu remembered the scene on Tianzhu Peak at that time.

During the heavy rain, he didn't worry too much. He pulled his bow when he saw it, and pulled the string when he saw it. Then he shot and killed the Golden Winged Roc. He didn't have time to think about it, so he abandoned his bow and ran towards Si Ming.

It wasn't until this time that he knew that this bow was one of the four sacred artifacts sealed in Tianzhu Peak!

The elder sister continued: "This bow is called the Yanghuang Cangyu Bow. It can fire up to nine in a row at a time. The Golden Winged Dapeng's Yanghuang Cangyu Sword was born here."

"What a domineering name of the bow." Ning Changjiu said, Mingming had already sensed the induction between the bow and himself, and he stretched out his hand, ready to take the bow.

The big sister held the bow and passed her hand.

Ning Changjiu caught a moment, slightly stunned, and wondered: "Senior Sister doesn't plan to gift this bow to me? Or is it that Junior Brother is not qualified to use it at this moment?"

"Not really." The master sister held her bow and paced lightly, her green skirt flying.

She looked at Ning Changjiu with a gentle smile, and said: "I will give you two choices."

Ning Changjiu didn't know, so he said: "Sister, please tell me."

Senior Sister smiled and said: "At this moment, I have this Yanghuang Cangyu Bow, and I also have three good words of gold and jade that have been accumulated for thousands of years. Do you want this divine bow or three good words of Senior Sister?"

Ning Changji didn't even think about it for a long time, and blurted out: "I want this bow!"

Si Ming nodded in agreement.

"..." The big sister took a deep breath, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment, but her figure was slightly stiff and her chest was rising and falling. She looked at Ning Changjiu coldly, grabbed the bow, swung it, and slammed it at Ning. For a long time, he said: "Hmph, so superficial, how can a major event happen in the future, go down the mountain."

Ning Changjiu hugged the big bow, but his seemingly smooth torso was slightly rough when it touched the fingertips.

The huge bow in his arms gave him a lot of peace of mind.

In the sea of ​​qi, there is even more shining authority that echoes in the distance, earning brilliance.

The blood rushed and roared in his body, and he actually had the urge to shoot a bow and arrow.

Ning Changjiu suppressed the surging blood.

He arched his back on his back and said:

"Thank you, sister."

The master sister was still annoyed. She didn't show Ning Changjiu a good face, but said quietly: "This time the ancient spirit sect is thousands of miles away, the road is long and difficult, and it is not easy to cultivate the fruit. You cherish it."

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming met, and the two finally thanked the senior sister together.

The gate is open.

They went down the steps.

In a blink of an eye, the master sister has become a dark blue silhouette on the high platform.

In a blink of an eye, she is nowhere to be seen.

"It's time to go down the mountain." Ning Changjiu said in a daze.

"Wait." Si Ming said, and suddenly walked between the fields, where they planted trees.

Siming drew water, watered the trees, watered all the four trees, and missed his own.

Ning Changjiu knows, he smiled and rolled up his sleeves, bowed himself by the stream, brought the clear water, and watered her young saplings under Si Ming's smirking eyes. Seeing that the little tree was not growing well, he transported some aura more gently.

Si Ming has arms around his chest and a lighter chin. He is fairly satisfied with his performance.

The five saplings are like an outstretched hand, waving their hands goodbye.

The two passed through Dahe Town.

The craftsmen in Dahe Town did their own things and ignored him.

Ning Changjiu met Zhang Qianyu briefly.

Zhang Qianyu is drawing a long scroll of thousands of ghosts, with a serious expression. He saw Ning Changjiu, put aside the pen, and his stern face looked complicated.

"I should be alone in this life." Zhang Qianyu said slowly: "But there is no dissatisfaction, only some regrets."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yu Jian Tianzong specially sent someone to take care of Qiusheng and Xiaolian, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Qianyu said: "If that beast is still alive, I beg your husband to stay alive."

Ning Changjiu knew that he was talking about snake repair.

"Well, if I have the opportunity, I will completely remove the evil nature of its divine bones and return it to Liantian Town. I also liked the **** snake when it was pure and innocent." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhang Qianyu put aside the pen and thanked him: "Then I have no regrets."

Ning Changjiu received this gift.

The person who never died back then stood on the side inexplicably.

Walked through Dahe Town.

Si Ming couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect that they were all alive."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who are they?"

Si Ming glanced back, and said quietly: "The ancient gods and ancient immortals from a long time ago lived longer than me. Most of them went through reincarnation and changed their appearance. I couldn't see clearly. I can only perceive some breath."

Ning Chang remembered many old people in Dahe Town for a long time.

Many of them are still sinners.

But if there is a dark sun, then no matter how old you are, whether you are good or evil, you will be sentenced to death, so on the scale of the world, they will always be regarded as the same people.

The time of parting finally arrived.

Zitwang Zhaixin's stele pavilion was already behind them, and they went down the mountain.

No need to go to Kunlun to return to the mortal world.

The sea of ​​clouds has its own ferry boat.

The rocker on the boat is a headless bone.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming got on the bone boat.

In the sea of ​​clouds, the small boat of bones floats far away.

The headless fisherman sang a song, and the song came from his corpse.

"The immortal cut off my head, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog without knowing the way, cut the arms, cut the feet, and then brewed the bones and blood into a strong wine, invited the blue sky, the second floor, and the whole world to drink longevity..."

The singing is far away, and it seems to be familiar.

In a blink of an eye, Yuehai changed the world.

I don't know when the white bone boats disappeared. They used their spiritual power, fell from the sky, and touched the ground in a flash. When they looked back, only the sea of ​​clouds was vast and the moon was in the middle of life.

People who watch the moon together in the world are more than a pair of people.

……

……

Three days ago, Jiange.

Ke Wenzhou Hengjian on his knee.

This sword traveled thousands of miles and flew back, adding many gaps compared to when he left the customs.

Ke Wenzhou's thin, old hand slowly stroked the sword.

He raised his head to look at the moon, his rock-like heart was slightly shaken, and then it became stronger.

He has long, haggard hair, a tattered ancient sword on his back, and a brand-new robe draped over him, like a torn cotton quilt for a poor family to spend the winter. Describe the indescribable decay.

The head of the seventy-two caves, the gate of the sword pavilion opened, and the sword saint walked into the moonlight.

His body is also as strong as a sword.

The great sister of the sword pavilion is kneeling outside the cave. Although her injuries have healed, her face is still pale, and the iron swords all over her body are drooping.

"Jingyue, you have done a good job, and you don't need to blame yourself." Ke Wenzhou said calmly.

Sister Jiange's name is Zhou Zhenyue.

She always knelt on the ground, her face solemn and meticulous.

"I failed to catch the sword of Nuwa, nor defeat the girl named Si. I really lost the dignity of a great sister. After that, my heart was shaken and it was even more miserable. Today, disciples are only I began to feel that I was unable to cultivate my heart." Zhou Zhenyue looked lonely in her white clothes.

"One sword..." Ke Wenzhou was also a little surprised when he heard this answer. The strength of the Nuwa empress was beyond his estimation.

"You get up first." Ke Wenzhou's voice is old: "The previous battle in Ten Thousand Demons City was just a small test. The real war has not yet begun. At that time, the middle-earth is the game, and some of you will use your sword. The opportunity of Jianyi, there is no need to kill Jianxin for these little things."

Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, slowly got up, and saluted the Juggernaut.

Ke Wenzhou said: "The following disciples have all started soon, so don’t fall back on the swordsmanship lessons. Although the destiny will come down by then, it will be like a river of heaven, but if you don’t become a weapon, I’m afraid you won’t be able to take this opportunity. ."

Zhou Zhenyue said: "The disciple knows, when Junior Sister Junzhuo comes back, I will discuss with you and teach."

"Yeah." Ke Wenzhou nodded slowly, and said: "Before this, there is still something to do."

"What?" Zhou Zhenyue asked.

Ke Wenzhou said: "On the way from the Ten Thousand Demons City to the Ancient Spirit Sect, the boy and the girl are about to return. You and the three junior sisters and younger brothers will go to intercept and kill. The interception has been marked on the geography, although the previous Go."

Zhou Zhenyue's pale lips gently pressed.

"Why do you have to kill them? What kind of grudges does Jiange have? Just because they violated the rules of the sky?" Zhou Zhenyue asked her doubts.

Ke Wenzhou said: "What we hold is not a sword, but the way of heaven and order here. If we don't want the catastrophe to regenerate, and the common people are robbed, we can only kill those who live in response to the catastrophe."

Zhou Zhenyue is still ignorant, she asked: "What we did...is it really the right thing?"

Ke Wenzhou asked: "What did Nuwa say to you?"

Zhou Zhenyue closed her lips and said nothing.

Ke Wenzhou said: "If you can't judge, the sword in your hand can judge, the sword of the sword pavilion, the sword intent comes from the heart, it is as strict as the rule, and the wind is as fast as the wind, and your cultivation is correct. If you do it right, the sword will be right. It won't lie to you, so why should you doubt it?"

Zhou Zhenyue heard the words and looked at the sword in her hand. She couldn't help but think of the second junior sister Liu Junzhuo's description of the young man—the young man was named Zhang Jiu, who learned a lot of swordsmanship, used conspiracy and tricks, had misbehavior, and handled the sword. There is even the Hehuan sect in the same line of exercises...Well, if the lower beam is not upright and the upper beam is crooked, what kind of a good sect would be if there is such a disciple?

A bunch of remnants of the old dynasty.

Her shaken mind immediately straightened.

"Teacher remembers his master's command." She said.

Ke Wenzhou slowly walked out of the cave with the sword on his back, his last words kept stirring in Zhou Zhenyue's heart:

"The world has a holy for five hundred years, and now this holy is with me, when the remnants of evil are killed, the sword pavilion will be renamed the holy pavilion, and it will be in harmony with the sky."

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In the early morning, Liu Junzhuo returned to Jiange.

It took her a whole month when she went, but only twenty days when she came back. The Dao state that had been stagnated for a long time has miraculously improved.

It was Liu Xiwan who came to greet her.

Wrapped in a cloak and short hair cut, Liu Xiwan beckoned to her from a distance.

When Liu Junzhuo saw her, he felt a little better.

"Sister, have you seen Zhang for a long time? What is his current state?" Liu Xiwan asked quickly.

"..." Liu Junzhuo's smiling face suddenly became gloomy.

Liu Junzhuo said coldly: "I haven't seen Senior Sister for two months. You don't ask about the current situation of Senior Sister, but you only care about the wild men of other sects? Besides, I also know that the kid is not called Zhang Jiu at all, and It's Ning Changjiu. If you dare to lie to Sister Sister with outsiders, don't blame me for beating you!"

Liu Xiwan knew that she had made a mistake, she covered her lips with her hands, and quickly apologized, went to the world and rubbed her back, and asked with concern:

"How is the senior sister's body? Sect Master Gu Lingzong must be just a false name..."

"Siming is not in the clan." Liu Junzhuo responded coldly.

"Oh... wouldn't it be better? Sect Master is not there, anyone in the world can block the way of the second elder sister, mere ancient Lingzong, it must be no problem with a sword... Oh, yes, elder sister, your champion Where's the sword? Is it hidden?" Liu Xiwan circled the senior sister and looked left and right.

"..." Liu Junzhuo stopped slightly and closed his eyes.

Liu Xiwan felt the killing intent rising into the sky, and she was so scared that she immediately shrank her hands and took two steps back. She looked at the senior sister in surprise and said: "Sister, you won't..."

Liu Xiwan was in awe, unable to say the next thing.

Liu Junzhuo was about to get angry, but saw that the shadow of the sword was empty.

"Lost again?"

The questioning voice was indifferent.

It is the great sister Zhou Zhenyue.

Liu Junzhuo immediately suppressed his anger.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her shoulders and asked: "How did you lose?"

Liu Junzhuo was ashamed to open his teeth, and his voice was very soft: "I married Lu...that is, the woman who defeated the Seventh Junior Brother, bet on three swords in the same realm. If I can't win the three swords, I will abandon the crown and leave the sword. ."

Liu Xiwan was taken aback, she covered her small face, covering her expression of delight.

Zhou Zhenyue looked slightly different, and asked coldly: "You haven't won the third sword?"

Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes, only to feel ashamed and at home: "Junzhuo's third sword... lost."

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(Thanks to the book friend _Kezhou, Qinglian outside the sword heart to reward the rudder master! Thank you to the hero who is not allowed to slap your face and rewards! Thank you for the support of the three book friends~ Meme Da. )