Beyond the Divine States Chapter 368: : Going south to Hou Jian

The fire floats on the water and turns into pings, and the wind turns into clouds in the sky.

Liu Xiwan stood in the cave sky, looking at the chaotic vision around him, and clearly felt the anger of the master sister from it.

The master sister Zhou Zhenyue is the second strongest sword pavilion. She is unfathomable. She wears only a white single garment that is as thin as a cicada's wings all year round. Her outer garment is her sword intent. She is not the same body as a sword and spirit, but it is said that When he was born, a famous sword from the bottom of the lake flew thousands of miles to recognize the lord.

Although the elder sister and the second elder sister are both cultivators at the pinnacle of the five realms, even if they are in the same realm, there is a clear distinction between superior and inferior.

When practicing swordsmanship in Guannei, the second elder sister would occasionally compete with the elder sister and never beat them. Coupled with the suppression of seniority, Liu Junzhuo was even more in awe and admiration for Zhou Zhenyue.

As the youngest sister of Jiange, Liu Xiwan has now reached the peak of the Purple Court, even surpassing several seniors.

She stood at the door at the moment, listening to the reprimands of the senior sister, the second senior sister's begging for mercy, and the crisp sound of raindrops, her face turned red, and the black velvet cloak was wrapped tighter. some.

Standing for a while, the voice of Master Sister came out: "Junior Sister, come in."

The door opened by a ray.

Liu Xiwan walked in tremblingly.

The hall is dim and the atmosphere is a little serious.

I saw that the arrogant and lawless second senior sister was quietly kneeling on the ground, her head hanging down, her lips slightly pursed, her expression obedient, incompatible with her usual temperament.

Liu Xiwan had the courage to glance at her, and saw that there were many discordant creases on the skirt under her waist.

Liu Xiwan was very excited in her heart, thinking that Sister Sister, you also have today, but on the surface she lowered her eyebrows, with a lovely expression of sympathy and pity.

Zhou Zhenyue held the wooden ruler, sat in front, looked at Liu Xiwan, and asked: "Do you know Ning Changjiu?"

Liu Xiwan was slightly surprised, and the chick nodded like a peck: "I know."

Zhou Zhenyue asked again: "What is your relationship with him in the past?"

Liu Xiwan glanced at the second elder sister, bit the bullet and said: "Friends I knew before..."

"Friends?" Zhou Zhenyue's eyes were sharp, and said: "Is it just a friend?"

In response to the question from the senior sister, Liu Xiwan nodded calmly: "It's just a friend."

Zhou Zhenyue asked again: "If in the future, Sister Sister wants you to face your friend with a sword, can you...can do it?"

Liu Xiwan was slightly surprised and blurted out: "What?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "I only ask you, can I do it?"

Liu Xiwan hesitated, clenched her fist, and said ambiguously: "I think he has been unhappy for a long time!"

Zhou Zhenyue watched her for a while.

Liu Xiwan's heartstrings were tense. She slowly bent down and knelt down beside the second sister, taking care of her unreasonable short hair, and said: "The life of the disciple was saved by the second sister, and she was following the second sister. , What the second elder sister said, what Xiwan did, don’t have a different mind."

Liu Junzhuo has lived more than three hundred years old. He was arrogant. He was even more ashamed to be punished by such naive punishment in front of her junior sister. Now she sees her kneeling by her side and saying these things. The cold face couldn't help but move slightly, she was moved in her heart, wishing to hug her immediately.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at this pair of disciples who are also masters, apprentices and sisters, sighed, and said: "Do you know Lu Jiajia?"

"Lu Jiajia..." Liu Xiwan hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

Zhou Zhenyue said: "The woman who had previously defeated the Seventh Junior Brother, we later found out her name, Lu Jiajia, but after the Luo Shulou chaos, we did not go into it. It is said that she is from your hometown, Nanzhou. ."

Liu Xiwan thought for a while, and said truthfully: "The disciple and Lu Jiama really knew each other. In the past, we were in the same sect. Lu Jiama was the master of my peak."

It's still a master-disciple relationship... Liu Junzhuo was slightly surprised.

Zhou Zhenyue thought about it, and asked: "What else?"

Liu Xiwan said: "My relationship with her is only a matter of fate, and the relationship is not deep, so I dare not jump to conclusions."

The fate of several faces... It seems that Lu Jiajia is arrogant in nature and rarely teaches in person. Liu Junzhuo is confident that he knows more about Lu Jiajia.

Zhou Zhenyue didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Since you are in the same family as her, do you still remember the mental method of the sect? Retell it to me."

"Oh..." Liu Xiwan nodded, and said the inner heart method formula again, but missed the sword of death in the second half of the volume.

Zhou Zhenyue listened, meditated for a moment, and after confirming that the key to her mind was self-consistent, she said: "Okay, you can go back."

"The second elder sister..." Liu Xiwan looked at Zhou Zhenyue pitifully, wondering if she could attack the second elder sister again.

Liu Junzhuo just thought she wanted to plead with herself, and didn't want to get involved, and said: "Sister, you go back, the sister lost her sword and crown, she folded her face in the sword pavilion, she should be punished, nothing else."

"Oh." Liu Xiwan replied with satisfaction.

After the younger sister left, Zhou Zhenyue looked at Liu Junzhuo and said:

"Okay, get up. I will call the Third and Fourth Junior Brothers later to discuss important matters."

Liu Junzhuo slowly stood up and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "Master is out of customs."

Liu Junzhuo heard about this and asked in surprise: "What did the master say?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "Heaven has sent a spiritual oracle, and the thief who was exactly the same as five hundred years ago has reappeared. We must kill them to avoid the recurrence of the disaster five hundred years ago."

Liu Junzhuo was slightly surprised: "The thief? Who?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "Ancient Lingzong, Ning Changjiu."

"What?!" Liu Jun Zhuomei's eyes widened, and her heart was astonished: "How could it be him? Could it be a mistake?"

Zhou Zhenyue said: "This is a spiritual oracle."

"But his realm is not high, even if he wants to kill, why bother to spend so much time?" Liu Junzhuo puzzled.

"Because of his side, following the fourth commander in the world." Zhou Zhenyue said.

"Then, Xiwan..." Liu Junzhuo's heart tightened.

Zhou Zhenyue said: "Unfortunately, don't let the younger sister know about this. This interception must be clean and neat. The Taoist temple in the sky has been pinned by the Baizang, and there is no one to help. There is no better than this. Chance."

Liu Junzhuo stood in front of her, not knowing how to respond.

Although she and Ning Changjiu are not familiar with each other, they still feel that he is not a bad person.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her cheek and knew that the younger sister was still weak in cultivating her mind. She said: "If you are in doubt, you can go to Master to see the images that survived five hundred years ago. The mountain of blood and corpses is extinct. , A chaos... We were born in Jiange to prevent these things from happening again."

Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes, thinking of the **** pictures that were engraved into the heart of the sword when he was learning the sword, his expression was firm.

"I see, sister." she said.

Zhou Zhenyue took a chair with her hand, and Liu Junzhuo stroked the skirt and sat down on the chair slowly.

The Third Junior and Fourth Junior Brothers also came after a while.

They are far less powerful than the second elder sister, but they are also the great practitioners of the five middle realms and the first five realms, and they are true immortals in the eyes of mortals.

The four best disciples of Jiange, headed by Zhou Zhenyue, began to make plans for this attack.

"Tianhu Mountain, Ten Thousand Prisoners, Ruins of Skeleton Tower, Guyun City... These are the four points selected by the master for us. They are the only way for Ning Changjiu and Siming. The informants of Jiange are also They have already dispersed. After they leave the City of Ten Thousand Demons, their whereabouts will be clearly felt."

"If they don't take this shortest route, but choose to go farther?"

"They can't go far." The master sister said: "Ten Thousand Demons City to Ancient Lingzong, the sea to the east is the sea of ​​darkness, no way to go, the west is close to the sword pavilion, and it is even more deadly."

As she spoke, she pointed her finger on the geomancy map and said: "In order to ensure that there is nothing wrong, we don't divide our forces, but directly ambush from Tianhu Mountain, chase and fight, and try to stop them in front of ten thousand prisoners. In addition, several sect masters gathered in Guyun City. If they get through the ruins of the mound tower by chance, the Feijian Tower in Guyun City should move."

The third brother and the fourth brother have nothing to say.

Although the chief commander of the ancient spirit sect is mysterious, the ranking given to her by the ranking list is only the fourth in the world, and the master sister can kill her alone. It's more like making them die decently.

How can there be people in the world that the four disciples of Jiange can't kill?

On the contrary, Liu Junzhuo raised doubts again: "Since the thief is so important, why doesn't the master take the action directly and be foolproof?"

Zhou Zhenyue replied: "We have practiced swords for a hundred years. After the Dao is established, the chances of swords will be less and less...there is no better whetstone in the world."

Liu Junzhuo nodded gently.

But she lost the gambling twice and was a little flustered...Why always feel that she is the whetstone for their family.

Of course, she made a big mistake. She didn't dare to say this insult to Jiange anyway.

The plan is so set.

The four disciples came out of the sword pavilion and headed to Tianhu Mountain.

Tianhu Mountain is where Ning Changjiu and Si Ming made bamboo boats and the rapids moved forward.

They will arrive here in five days.

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Ten Thousand Demons City.

The ancient city is still in a mess. Looking around, the valley destroyed by the war is still slumping. It is backlogged in the quicksand river, washed over and over again by water, and the trees in the forest have fallen down on a large area, full of fires that have spread. trace.

In the middle of the night, Ning Changjiu and Si Ming walked through this ancient city silently, the peaks were silent, and no one came to block their way.

They walked side by side, and an hour later they came to the foot of Qijue Cliff.

Ning Changjiu stood on the east side of Liusha River, looking at the surging water that bursts its bank, and said: "I was here to pick you up. I didn't expect us to be washed so far by the current. It's a blessing that we didn't die. ...Uh."

Ning Changjiu's body shook suddenly.

A pair of hands came from behind him, hugged him, and then the soft touch leaned against his back, making him instantly fall into cotton wool.

Si Ming hugged him and said, "Now we are even."

Ning Changjiu grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to repay your kindness?"

Si Ming asked: "Is it possible that I have to agree with my body?"

"Shouldn't it?" Ning Changjiu asked back.

Si Ming broke away from his hand and smiled and said: "Then you can chase me, and you will do whatever you want when you catch it."

Speaking, her figure flashed, disappeared in place, turned into a black shadow, and plunged into the night sky.

Ning Changjiu smiled indifferently, and his shadow standing on the banks of the quicksand quickly turned into a phantom light.

Above Ten Thousand Demons City, two meteors, one dark and one bright, pierced the sky, crossed the city gate, and chased to the south.

Although Ning Changjiu's realm is uncommon, it is only the first stage of the Five Realms. Compared with Si Ming, who has now reached the peak of the Five Realms, there is a huge gap.

The two chased all night, and the sacred robe glimpsed at his side, provocatively moving away and near, making sultry laughter from time to time.

Ning Changjiu had a hard time breathing for her provocation, but he often missed even if he tried his best. Without the slave pattern, the subtlety of Taoism is not enough to make up for the gap in this pure realm.

Dawn is approaching.

The two chased over a large lake.

Ning Changjiu's figure suddenly stagnated, as if his old wound had relapsed, he covered his heart, screamed, and fell toward the lake.

Si Ming was slightly startled, stopped immediately, and swept towards the direction where Ning Changjiu fell.

Ning Changjiu approached by taking advantage of Si Ming, his figure turned into streamer, and rushed forward quickly.

He threw himself away.

"I knew you were pretending again." Si Ming stopped behind him, smiling Yingying. She had already taken precautions.

Ning Changjiu sighed and conceded.

Riding the road in the middle of the night, both of them were a little tired, and fell on the lake by coincidence. Si Ming had his jade feet bare, and Ling Bo walked slowly, his delicate toes stepped on countless ripples, and she was shocked by the surface of the water. Reflection.

Ning Changjiu walked with her. The black clothes and black robe seemed to draw a clear line, and they seemed to merge like a fish of yin and yang at all times.

"Why do you look so worried?" Si Ming asked, looking at his face.

Ning Changjiu looked ahead and said: "The road back will not be too peaceful. We must not take it too lightly."

"Sword Pavilion..." Si Ming said coldly: "This time I have received the master's gift, my Dao realm is no longer what it used to be. The sword pavilion's master sister can no longer enter my eyes, unless the sword saint relatives So, maybe the sword pavilion will come out, otherwise they won’t be able to stop it at all."

"We have gone through life and death, and we should be more careful and cherish." Ning Changjiu said slowly: "The Juggernaut can become a vassal of the Dao of Heaven, by no means a fool, we must make good plans for him to produce the sword himself."

"Yeah." Si Ming nodded and said: "Don't worry, this time, I will take care of you."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Why do I sound like a soft meal?"

Si Ming smiled faintly: "Why? Could it be you? From Zhao Xiang'er to Lu married to me, didn't you eat the poor family and the next family?"

"Dare to arrange to be a husband like this? It's really owed." Ning Changjiu cursed with a smile, and his figure swept away in a flash.

Si Ming also fluttered up, his robes stretched out, and he walked against the lake.

The streamer flew across the lake, leaving only a series of silver bells of laughter from the woman.

Behind him, the sun rose.

When Ning Changjiu chased Si Ming again, he was in a forest creek. Si Ming dangled his white calf and washed the stream, turning his body to look at him with a smile.

"Why is it so slow? Just like this, I want to be my wishful man?" Si Ming put his hands on the rock and asked with a smile.

Ning Chang never thought that after entering the Five Realms, the first time he exhausted himself was not to fight the enemy to death, but to chase each other with his own Snow Porcelain.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down tiredly in Si Ming, and said leisurely: "No matter how fast or slow in the future, I am afraid that it is the Snow Porcelain girl who will not be happy."

The life is not clear, so she looked at the clear stream and felt better again, and said: "By the way, when we go back, what if we get angry when we marry and see us like this?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Marriage should not be possible, she seems to have expected it long ago when she sent us away."

Si Ming couldn't help laughing, and said: "She has no confidence in us at all?"

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "Aren't we letting down the mistrust of the marriage."

Si Ming asked again: "Where is Zhao Xianger? That girl is full of thorns, but she is very fierce."

Ning Changjiu believes: "Xiang'er dare not say anything."

"Why?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changji thought about Xihe in Xiaoniaoyiren's dream, and said: "Because Xianger has been my wife since ancient times."

Siming gave a cry and asked: "You still have it in your previous life

What's the entanglement? "

Ning Changjiu pondered: "Yes."

Si Ming was curious and couldn't help asking: "Where is the master?"

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and said: "Which Master?"

Si Ming said: "The relationship between your previous life and the master."

Although Ning Changjiu guessed that the master was Nüwa, when Si Ming asked, a moon-white figure appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness involuntarily. The moment he and Xihe parted, that figure seemed to be Looking at himself through the door.

But the memories are illusory, and Ning Changjiu seems to fall into the ‘unobservable’ again, unable to recall the person’s identity.

"I don't know either." Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "Master is our lifesaver. It's not good to talk about her behind the scenes."

Si Ming got up on the rock, waded slowly, nodded and said: "Anyway, we will all be in the same way."

Ning Changjiu followed her, and suddenly said: "I have a plan to make marriage and Xianger have nothing to say."

Si Ming thought he had any clever tricks, so he asked: "Young Master Ning, tell me?"

Ning Changjiu seriously said: "Why don't we cook uncooked rice for mature rice?"

"I want to be beautiful." Si Ming raised his lips and smiled, blinked, and said: "The goddess is flawless, how can you get involved."

Ning Changjiu chased after him again.

They fought again and set off again.

Lianyuehu and mountains are always calm and calm. What are the twists and turns on the way back home?

While they were chatting, they walked with swords, and when the twilight enveloped them, they stopped just outside an old city.

"Do you want to rest?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"No need." Si Ming replied: "Go back as soon as possible, so as to save the trouble."

Ning Changjiu agreed.

He said again: "It's just the road behind, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

Si Ming asked: "Are you afraid of Jiange's ambush?"

Ning Changjiu nodded.

"Why don't we go around a bit further?" Si Ming suggested: "There are still a hundred days left in the end of the Netherworld. Even if we go around the entire Middle-earth, it must be too late."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said: "No matter how far we go, we will always return to the Ancient Lingzong in the end. If they are shameless, they can even go to the ancient Lingzong gate to guard us and get married. I am afraid that Xiaoling will also be implicated."

"Hmm." Si Ming asked: "Then how do we choose?"

Ning Changjiu said: "First of all, we have to guess the location of their ambush, and we can't be caught off guard."

Siming looked at the sunset and asked in confusion: "Where to go to the mountains and rivers, how to judge where they will be ambush? You can't be all alone on the way, right?"

Ning Changjiu said: "In fact, this is not difficult to judge."

"Why?" Si Ming was even more curious.

"Because of Jiange's arrogance." Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "You didn't have humanity in the past, so you still don't know people enough. All swordsmen in the world have almost arrogant pride. They believe in killing people with flying swords, and they also believe in solitary mountains and vast seas. , The top of the imperial city, such a peerless battle, and Jiange is the proudest group of people. If they want to set up ambush, the quality of the location is not important. What is important is whether the famous allusion here can be worthy of it. Their sword."

Ning Changjiu said a lot of things, Si Ming only remembered the previous sentence, she retorted angrily: "You have no humanity!"

"..." Ning Changjiu was speechless for a while.

Si Ming snorted coldly, and after holding his hands, he said: "Do you sword repairers in this world love vain names like this?"

Aren't you... Ning Changjiu dared to think but didn't dare to speak, and nodded silently.

Si Ming asked again: "You don't know Zhongtu, how do you know which places are famous places and historic sites."

"It's even simpler." Ning Changjiu said to himself: "Generally speaking, places whose names are loud and beautiful are all historical sites. Those that sound perfunctory are insignificant at first glance."

Si Ming frowned, Xiandi's annoyance faded slightly, she shook her lips in doubt, and said: "Your statement sounds very perfunctory."

"Where is the perfunctory?" Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "For example, Xueci, with such a name, it is a peerless beauty."

"..." Si Ming couldn't refute, always feeling that this was a kind of moral kidnapping. She coldly said: "I think you should stop repairing your sword. It's better to be the alchemist of the rivers and lakes."

Between two people, they came to the city together, bought a map, and counted the names of suspected places of interest.

"Tianhu Mountain... Ten Thousand Prisoners... Ruins of Ruins Tower... Guyun City..."

"Really? I always feel unreliable..."

"..."

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Silver Snow Palace.

Bai Zang sat on a throne made of silver, with a petite body buried in it, and a dress covered her body like molten silver.

Under the throne, the Silver Priest stood with her head down. She clutched her chest and coughed softly, her voice discordant in the temple.

Outside the city of Ten Thousand Monsters, Tianjun took the lead, but the priest was stopped by Nuwa. She hunted her along with the second disciples who came immediately. She was not afraid of them, but she didn't expect those disciples. It seemed that he had hidden his strength, and he was seriously injured by the combination of Nuwa.

This is also a shame for Bai Zang.

"He actually kneaded the remnants of the five emperors into one..." Bai Zang found that he had always underestimated the woman.

However, these can only be called careful thinking under the overall situation, and they will not affect anything.

Kunlun is open, the moon is now...

Although there is no war book, it's time for this sacred battle to eradicate the remnants.

This is destined to be an unusual year.

She got the heart of the gods, and it was an unspeakable start.

In one month, my **** year is about to pass...

In this month, let yourself uncover these astounding secrets. The divine masters of the next twelve years will be cold-hearted with their own leftovers.

She raised her hand, clicked out a letter, and fell into the arms of the priest.

The priest retired with a letter.

After a while, a little girl with soaring braids walked into the hall tremblingly.

This is Qiu Yue.

She is now wearing a silver robe, which is very contrary to her small body.

White Zang conveyed his thoughts to her through thinking.

Qiu Yue's cheeks were shocked.

"Can it be done?" Bai Zang asked.

Qiu Yue nodded immediately. She knelt down and said sincerely: "My lord, don't worry, Qiu Yue will definitely live up to her master's request!"

Bai Zang said: "After this matter, I can formally grant you a divine envoy as the successor of the next priest."

"Thank you, Master!" Qiu Yue happily said with a twist, "I have one more request."

Bai Zang could see through her thoughts, but let her speak for herself.

Qiu Yue said: "When the Lord of God completely controls them, can Ning Changjiu marry Lu and leave it to me? Qiu Yue...I want to kill them personally."

The promise of Baizang.

Qiu Yue laughed happily. She had climbed to the highest branch in the world, fearless, and only silently painted them the time of death in her heart.

For her, there is nothing more pleasant in this world than killing her father and mother.

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(Thanks to the master of Qinglian who offered rewards to Qinglian outside Jianxin! Thank you for your continued support~)