Beyond the Divine States Chapter 378: : Towards the Nether

The broken palace of the king floats in the Golden Crow Kingdom. The architectural style of the palace is correct and old. The attic architecture of the world originated from this in the first place.

In the palace of the king, Xihe's idol is the only complete thing.

The crown of her hair, her arms and ankles are hung with gold chains, and the jade dotted on her dress is still shimmering. She has a high waist and a slender skirt. She has an elegant temperament and a body shape. Outstanding and slightly petite, but with a sense of motherhood in the world.

She is lifelike, but because she is a god, she is silent and speechless.

On the jade-like throne, Si Ming is lying slanting, his black dress robe is like a silk quilt, lightly spread on the snow-like body, round and slender jade legs hang down from the throne’s armrests, like frost Qiongzhi covered with snow.

The light from outside the hall reflected the black robe in the color of crow-green. At the junction of deep blue and snow-white, the color difference was obvious, and the curve was also embossed.

Siming's long silver hair fell down, or draped it on a chair, or fell on the ground. After the Wild River Dragon Sparrow defeated Xihe, the throne has been empty for thousands of years, and now he finally sits on the new queen.

The queen naturally has to be recognized by the Lord of the Kingdom of God, which is also a tradition.

Now her body is full of his brand.

Ning Changjiu stood in the temple, wearing a simple white single garment, and was putting a white robe on him at the moment.

Snow Porcelain lay on the throne, squinting, looking at Ning Changjiu's welcoming figure, the red lips like blood provoked Qingling's smile:

"Well, this feeling...much better than I thought..."

Ning Changjiu wore black hair, he was standing upright, looking back and gently saying: "Of course, I never disappoint Cher."

Snow porcelain swayed his slender calf lightly, looked at the dome, and said: "Four or five thousand years ago, did you and Xihe often do like this?"

Ning Changjiu looked at the statue of Xihe, as if Zhao Xianger was looking at him tenderly. He shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Snow Porcelain sits up from the throne, her legs bent, one hand crosses her knees, the other hand holds the clothes and presses her chest, her icy eyes are like a crescent moon, but her cold voice is soft, "Anyway, From now on, this will be my place. This temple will be renamed Xueci Palace, and the statues of gods here will also be placed on mine."

Ning Changjiu showed a look of embarrassment.

He always felt that if he agreed, Xiang'er would cut himself off.

"Are you still thinking about Zhao Xianger?" Si Ming looked at him with a cold expression, "Can't you see that the girl's ambition is already higher than the sky, you ruined palace, coax me maybe Yes, but how can I close that canary?"

"That's right." Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, smiled slightly, and said: "But after all, it's Xianger's place. It's better to talk to her, or we can build a better one..."

Si Ming hummed, her feet staggered and landed on the smooth glass floor tiles. She walked to Ning Changjiu's side with a curled gait, her ice eyes narrowed, and her mouth opened lightly, "Didn't you say never Will you disappoint Cher?"

While talking, she turned around and looked at the statue of Xihe. She stretched out her hand and touched Zhao Xianger's face with her fingertips. There was a bit of playfulness in her cold and proud look.

Ning Changjiu looked at her back, there was no more opinion, and he became a stunner: "Well, I just listen to you."

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The temple is quiet.

The two searched in the palace of the king, looking for any valuable things left over from that year.

Si Ming has put on the clothes properly. With her hands on her waist, she looked at the mottled old wall. The words and paintings on it have long been recognizable. Only the few rounds of red sun painted on the heights are still not decayed. Totem.

Ning Changjiu rummaged through the vague memory. He straightened the scattered lamp posts and cleared the scattered stones.

Si Ming turned around to look at him, and said slightly: "Suzaku and the Golden Crow back then are not fools. If there are any useful things, they would have been plundered and cleaned up. It will be your turn to pick them up after thousands of years?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It is true."

He still rummaged. He can hardly remember the events of that year, and many bricks and tiles can't recall too many memories. After the fragrance and beauty in the temple faded, more of what was left was depression.

But there are exceptions. After Ning's long-term unremitting efforts, he really found something.

It was a beautifully decorated box. The box was very hand-pressed. Although the jewels embellished on it lost some luster, they were still beautiful and beautiful.

The things preserved in these treasure boxes are obviously precious.

Ning Changjiu said.

Si Ming also came over curiously, "These treasures can still be left, I have to say, you are lucky."

Ning Changjiu is not sure, so he thought about it, and said: "Let's see what it is first."

Si Ming is equally curious.

Ning Changjiu opened the box, and the light shone from the inside. It was a little dazzling. He fixed his eyes. It was filled with colorful paste, which looked very soft and flashy.

"What's this?" Si Ming pressed his sleeves, put his fingertips in, dipped a little, got to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and said: "Is it a miracle ointment?"

If it was a panacea, how could it not be snatched away?

Ning Chang thought about the dream for a long time and guessed its identity. He sighed, thinking that what could be left was not a good thing...

"This is hair cream." Ning Changjiu said.

"Hair cream?"

"Well, it is one of Xiang'er's inventions that can make the hair beautiful when applied to the hair."

"Wipe it on your hair?" Si Ming heard about it occasionally, but never tried it. She lightly pulled her silver hair, twisting the soft and long silver wire, and said in uncertainty: "Can this look good?"

"Cher is born with beauty, everything looks good, um...do you want to try it?"

"You won't lie to me?" Si Ming asked suspiciously.

"How could I lie to you?" Ning Changjiu smiled.

"Then...try it?"

Si Ming was extremely confident in her appearance, and she wanted to make some breakthroughs, so she sat back on the throne, turned her back, and let Ning Changjiu dye her hair.

The colorful hair cream was applied to the long silver hair.

"How do you feel?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"What do you think?" Si Ming asked, unconfidently.

Ning Changjiu looked at her colorful hair, that quiet fairy face appeared gorgeous in the hair, the long hair fell on the robe, like a rainbow across, it looks very gorgeous at first glance, but after a long time it always feels a little bit Grandiose.

It deserves to be Xianger’s painstaking invention back then...

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "The beauty is outstanding."

Fortune telling her long hair, she drew a self-portrait in a water mirror. Looking at the colorful hair, she always feels that this is not suitable for her cold temperament...

This long hair is not only gorgeous, it also has different gradient colors from all angles.

"Well... it's okay." Si Ming gave an ambiguous evaluation, and asked: "If I'm tired of it, how can I wash it off?"

Ning Changjiu said innocently: "I don't know."

Si Ming was taken aback, and said anxiously: "Then what to do?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I will see Xianger and ask."

Si Ming's lips tightened, it is hard to imagine the appearance of herself going out like this... She can't help but feel a little sad.

So the long hair turned from colored to frosty white.

Si Ming was slightly startled, wondering if this could change with his heart? But just when she was happy, her hair turned back to a fiery red color.

While Si Ming was still in doubt, Ning Changjiu had already summed up the pattern: "When you are sad, it will become frosty white, and when you are happy, it will become fiery red... It seems to be adjusted automatically according to the mood. It is worthy of Xianger. ."

"..." Si Ming was in a complicated mood, very regretful.

So, the long hair glowed, and the brilliance changed.

"Ning! Chang! Long!" Si Ming was very angry, with a long fever in full swing, she rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.

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When the Secretary ordered to re-arrange his clothes and leave the kingdom of God, the fragrance of rice outside has passed.

Ning Changjiu stood beside Si Ming, looking at her long hair, couldn't help laughing.

Si Ming glanced at him coldly and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It looks good."

Si Ming went out with a cold hum.

Lu Jiajia was serving the rice, Xiaoling ran in with the smell of the rice, Lu Jiajia’s long hair **** behind her, her snow-white clothes were neat, and she was clearly a female sword fairy from the dust. , But looking at Gentle and Virtuous at the moment, she bit her lip and grumbled how they could not come down, more or less angry in her heart.

The sound of footsteps came in my ears.

Lu Jiajia looked sideways.

Ning Changjiu went downstairs first, but Si Ming couldn't.

Lu Jiajia looked at Ning Changjiu suspiciously, and Ning Changjiu smiled and explained: "Xue Ci may be a little shy."

"You are shy!" Si Ming said coldly, and walked down the stairs quickly.

Lu Jiajia looked at Si Ming’s colorful long hair. The hand that was holding the hair froze. She froze for a while, then suddenly laughed. Ning Xiaoling on the side also laughed, the master Looking at Si Ming, he trembled with laughter.

Si Ming's long hair is in full swing again.

Ning Changjiu quickly shook her hand, comforted a few words softly, and pushed the sin to Xiang'er who was far away in the sky.

The color of my long hair has recovered a bit.

Si Ming didn't know what sin he had committed, just thinking about the future travel, the mask and hood are indispensable.

Si Ming sat down at the table and stared at Ning Xiaoling coldly.

Ning Xiaoling stopped smiling immediately, holding her tail, trembling.

Lu Jiamarry is confident, her lips are always picking, and she stretches out her hand to touch Si Ming's hair, saying: "Sister Xueci's aesthetic is really unique."

Si Ming wanted to get angry, but when she thought of being bullied by Lu Jiajia before, she had to swallow...Being pitted by a big family, she was even more aggrieved, and her long hair turned frosty white.

Looking at the discolored hair, Lu Jiama sighed magically. She gently followed her hair with her fingers, and said: "Alright, okay, sister Xue Ci is not sad anymore, I won't laugh at you."

Si Ming is even more aggrieved: "I won't eat the food you cooked!"

Lu Jiajia picked up the bowl in front of her, clamped some with chopsticks, brought it to her lips, and said softly: "Sister should be exhausted, eat some."

Si Ming wanted to fight to the end, but she instinctively opened her lips as she smelled the fragrance of rice.

Lu Jiajia took the rice and delivered it into her mouth.

Si Ming chewed, his eyebrows trembled lightly.

Why is it so delicious...

Obviously the rice was delicious, but she was even more aggrieved.

I always feel that they are bullying me...

Lu Jiamarried to feed, she sips, Ning Changjiu watched this scene from the side, smiled for a while, and started eating.

Today's meal is exceptionally sweet.

After eating, Lu Jiajia took Si Ming’s little hand and sat on the side of the bed, comforting him gently and generously for a while, and Si Ming was relieved a lot.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were sitting by the window, talking softly.

"We have made a lot of preparations to go to the Netherworld Palace, but it is by no means foolproof." Ning Changjiu sighed: "At that time, it will depend on Xiaoling's own. Don't trust anyone, including that. Jiuyou."

Ning Xiaoling is still using her claws to pull the leftover nuts from cooking. Listening to Ning Changjiu’s instructions, she immediately looked serious and said: "Xiaoling knows, Xiaoling has also worked very hard to prepare in the past few months. Of."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What have you prepared?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, as if she hadn't made any special preparations, she silently passed the peeled nuts to her senior.

Ning Changjiu smiled and took it. He rubbed Ning Xiaoling's head and said: "In short, being alive is the most important thing. Don't care too much about other gains and losses."

"Got it!" Ning Xiaoling agreed seriously, and then asked, "Do you want to take Di Ting with you?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned: "By the way, I almost forgot the cat...Since I've been called Di listen, of course I have to go back to its place."

Ning Xiaoling nodded, planning to catch the cat once she has exercised authority.

Ning Changjiu finally exhorted: "I have to go to Master, I'm afraid I won't wait for Xiaoling to come back, but Master will accompany you, Xiaoling don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Ning Xiaoling said sternly: "Brother must wait for Xiaoling to grow up."

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, then smiled and nodded.

The night is getting deeper.

Tonight, Ning Changjiu naturally accompanies Si Ming to sleep.

The second floor became quiet only after midnight.

Wearing a white robe and sleeping jacket, Lu Jiajia sat quietly by the window, looking at the night outside the window and the forest birds that occasionally fly by, with a calm expression.

In the early morning, Ning Changjiu tiptoed downstairs.

Lu Jiajia still sitting by the window dozing off, Ning Changjiu sat down beside her, Lu Jiajia opened his eyes, looked at him, smiled, and said, "Do you still think about me? Don't be afraid of her being angry ?"

"There is a marriage backing, what am I afraid of?" Ning Changjiu grasped her hand and looked into her eyes, saying a thousand words without saying anything.

Lu Jiajia smiled, she gently opened her arms, "Hug?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and hugged her.

It took a long time to separate.

"Did Master say anything to you?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Lu Jiamarried thought for a while, and said: "Master only told me the story of Yi shot the 9th and Xiangxiang."

Ning Changjiu nodded. Now he knows that that is his own story, and the image in the story has been rumored to be a man for so many years, but in fact, it is very likely that he was the female image of the Sun God Kingdom, Xihe .

Xiang'er...

Zhao lost its land. The land that was lost now seems to be almost the entire kingdom of God... Suzaku has done so much, what exactly does it want to do?

Ning Changjiu didn't think much anymore. He watched Lu marrying and said: "Master is very important to marrying."

Lu Jiajia proudly said: "Of course, I'm the most relieved teacher."

"Yeah." Ning Changjiu patted the back of her hand, and whispered, "I may be leaving after today. Xiaoling has other things, so she entrusts her to marry. The sword saint of Jiange will not die or hurt. The elder sister and the second elder sister are also seriously injured. Don’t worry too much in a short time. It’s the phantom building closest to here. The host is probably from the line of Sword Saint, so be careful."

"Well, Master has great graces from us, and things can't be delayed." Lu Jiajia said earnestly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

"You don't have to worry about me too much." Lu Jiajia nodded: "I am not idle these days. I am already setting up the sect. I have confidence. As long as I don't go out at will, the usual five It is also difficult to break through the Taoist realm."

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded: "Marriage is really amazing."

"Stop flattering me, leave some good things to say to Xue Ci. She just gave you something right now. She probably believed all the sweet talks you said." Lu Jiajia spoke lightly, smiling not very friendly. .

Ning Changjiu always had a smile, but that smile was full of guilt and exhaustion. He looked at the brightening sky outside the window, held her hand, and said, "I hope Bai Zangnian will pass safely."

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In the ruins of the Mukuro Tower, Liu Junzhuo helped Zhou Zhenyue to walk into the vast ruins. The dust of the ashes was blown from a distance by the wind, and the face was dry.

Liu Junzhuo stopped. She looked at the vast ruins, looked at the desolate smoke, looked at the countless broken bones and the deep ploughs plowed by the sword, for a long time, the **** skirt was in the wind. Fluttering, like a remnant flag.

Zhou Zhenyue hummed lightly, and fell between her arms, looking painful.

Liu Junzhuo returned to his senses and said with concern: "Senior Sister...Senior Sister, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhenyue gritted her teeth and said: "It's okay, keep going, Master... is waiting for us."

Liu Junzhuo’s red lips have bitten out blood. She looked at the stubborn face of the senior sister and nodded gently: "Well, I will take the senior sister to continue walking."

"Myself...cough cough." Zhou Zhenyue's blood was ups and downs, and under the insult of killing in the ruins of the remains of the tower, her injuries became more serious and she coughed up blood.

Liu Junzhuo hugged her, looking unbearable, she whispered: "I will carry my senior sister."

Zhou Zhenyue wanted to refuse, Liu Junzhuo had leaned down, grabbed her by the arm, and carried her on her back.

Zhou Zhenyue was seriously injured by Si Ming. Her clothes and hair were covered with blood. At this moment, she was resting on the shoulders of her junior sister, her body trembling because of the cold.

"Senior Sister is offended." Liu Junzhuo apologized, then untied her sword and squatted on the ground as a cane, supporting him to move forward.

She adjusted her breath, regained some strength, and took her senior sister to control the sword for a while. More often, she walked through the ruins with her back on her back.

The dry bone sand blows and falls into the tip of her nose, which will always make Zhou Zhenyue cough non-stop. Liu Junzhuo took out her little spiritual power and made a cover to gently hold her senior sister. Zhou Zhenyue didn’t know. , I just feel more comfortable, my body slowly relaxes, and my breathing tends to be even. It wasn't until Liu Junzhuo stopped that Zhou Zhenyue realized that her junior sister was already covered in dust.

The bone powder covers Liu Junzhuo's fair and beautiful face, like a pale and dry mask, and also like a thick, pale powder.

They didn't know how long they had been walking, but Liu Junzhuo's hair band was cut and fell to the ground, like clouds of black hair spreading out.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhenyue asked softly.

Liu Junzhuo lowered her head and looked at the ground, her body trembling with fear... She knelt down slowly.

In front of her, there was a broken sword.

An ancient broken sword.

There are also lion claw marks on the broken sword.

Zhou Zhenyue also recognized this sword. It was Master’s sword... Liu Junzhuo knelt on the ground. She tremblingly grabbed the broken sword and held it tightly. The blood penetrated, Liu Junzhuo’s teeth kept trembling. She pursed her lips, frowned, and finally couldn't bear it, and began to cry.

She lost her sword and crown, the senior sister was seriously injured, and the whereabouts of the master is missing...

The wind full of bone dust continued to blow in, Liu Junzhuo wiped his tears, and his ashes also fell down.

Zhou Zhenyue was also stunned for a long time. She opened her mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time, except for chills.

"Junior Sister..."

After a long time, she said, "I used to punish you all the time, serious and small things, I was wrong."

Liu Junzhuo's eyes were red. She grabbed the tip of the sword, held it in her arms, and whispered: "It's okay, Junzhuo, never complaining about senior sister, never..."

"Well, let's... go back."

"Hmm."

"Senior sister, the sea of ​​anger has been destroyed, there is no hope in this life, you...practice well."

"Hmm."

"Don't be discouraged."

"Um..."

Liu Junzhuo only dared to respond, her nasal cavity was sour, and she was sobbing in a low voice, for fear that the senior sister might hear her constant crying.

She carried Zhou Zhenyue on her back, and two lonely figures wandered across the vast ruins of the mound tower, not knowing how many times she had fallen.

Her palms were **** and bloody, and her knees were frayed, and the blood was flowing. After walking a long and long distance, there was light behind her.

Liu Junzhuo knelt on the ground, carrying the fainted senior sister on his back, turned around and watched the rising sun from the horizon-the sword pavilion and the rising sun were running in opposite directions.

Pure light filled her body full of blood and dust.

She finally gained the only trace of warmth and strength from it.

Si Ming...Ning Changjiu...

One day, I will kill you.

She made an oath to Chaoyang.

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Ancient Lingzong, Jiuyou Hall.

A cloud of black clouds rose up and fell in front of the light curtain, occupying half of the hall, and Yu Lei and Shen Tu floating in it.

This is existing in the world, and all Mingjun has lost authority.

They are not absorbed at the moment, and they are still in a state of no ownership.

In front of the light curtain in the depths of Jiuyou Hall, three people stood, one fox and one cat.

Si Ming presides over the refining of authority, changing techniques and reducing them a little bit.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiama stand side by side, looking at the light curtain, both look worried.

Ning Xiaoling sits at the front, wagging her tail, squeezing her paws, and silently cheering herself up.

Even the fish king who is extremely lazy and domineering in Youyue Lake at this moment has put away those dead fish-like eyes, and his eyes have become wise and sharp.

It combed its long hair and licked its paws.

In the past few months, it has gained a lot of weight in Youyue Lake. If it hadn't been watched by that red fish, it would have been fattened into a waste cat at this moment, and it would have completely lost the ability to fight... The fish king often thinks of himself In the past, there is always a feeling of bathing in the sunset.

I didn't expect to experience this kind of adventure in my later years.

Si Ming melted all the authority into the two swords. She handed the sword to Ning Xiaoling, who wrapped the hilt with the fox's tail.

She sat upright in front of the light curtain and smiled sweetly at the brother and two sisters.

"Don't worry about Xiaoling, Xiaoling is actually very good!"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously, squeezing her paw tightly.

Ning Changjiu smiled and leaned down, touched her head, and said: "Well, we all believe in Xiaoling."

Ning Xiaoling rubbed his palm.

She didn't delay her brother's time. After saying goodbye to everyone, she turned around and walked towards the light curtain.

When she turned around, Xiaoling's eyes changed. She took off her usual cuteness and became calm.

She is no longer the beautiful Ning Xiaoling who wags her tail every day.

She was Ning Xiaoling, who broke through the White Snake Temple at the time of the Great Contest in the Valley of Spirits, and killed the white-scaled and black-feathered snake with the sword.

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(Thanks to the book friend Qinglian Kai outside Jianxin, and passers-by 1234567890 for the reward! Thank you for the support of the two book friends~ Meme!)