Beyond the Divine States Chapter 388: : Xiantianling

Xia Feng shook the bell, and the sound leaked into the room, and the wind was outside the window.

Ning Changjiu sat on a chair, the ruined house was washed by rain and exposed to the blazing sun, exuding the fragrance of vegetation. Shao Xiaoli sat beside him motionless, when the light was perpendicular to the wall, Ning Changjiu finally opened his eyes.

This short period of time is certainly not enough for him to recall everything. He only traced the outline of the year in the sea of ​​knowledge to prevent himself from forgetting.

At the beginning, the grievances and entanglements between myself and several fellow women seemed to be fragmented under that flaming iron-like sky.

Retrospecting the past of ‘Dust Covered’, he saw Yan Fu with his own eyes.

Before becoming the lord of the gods, Yunfu was known as the Lord of the Heavens. He seemed to like this name, so he kept it.

At that time, Yan Fu was almost the incarnation of the Dark Lord infiltrating the world. It was so powerful that he was invincible. Seen in the'Dust Seal', his white robe armor, the appearance of the smoke like a wisp of smoke is even more like a follower of me. The arrogant of the dead.

At that time, it was not foreseeable that the Yan Fu was foreseeing. Many years later, a beam of moonlight will return to the world, cutting off his proud head with a sword.

As for the ape hiding under the tree and wearing a hat peeking, it should be the father of the latter.

That was his last disciple.

Before he was killed, he cut off the bones of the gods and gave them authority to the ape, so he died so easily for the last time. When he died, except for the gods and souls, he was truly alone.

After Xiufu killed him, the time at that time happened to be over. His spirit was not captured by Xiufu, but fell into the hands of Lei Laonian the next year.

Leilao was also one of the first gods to ascend the throne.

He doesn't have much memory of Leilao, he only remembers that it was one of the old dragon kings. At the beginning, he deliberately died at the last moment of Hu Fu Nian, it is very likely that Lei Lao would betray the Dark Lord.

Ning Changjiu guessed that this kind of betrayal was related to the death of Zhulong. After all, the ancient dragons were mostly favored by Zhulong.

As for Suzaku... he still doesn't quite understand what Suzaku is asking for.

His spirit has been imprisoned in the immortal world of the Lei Lao until five hundred years ago, when his father entered the immortal world, he made an unclear deal with Lei Lao, and took his soul out and handed it over. Give it to Master.

The father is a monkey born in response to the fate of ten thousand demons. It was shocked when it was born, and it was also ‘dead’.

Of course, it is impossible for a monster of the **** master level to be really killed, but now the remnant soul of the father is firmly suppressed under the Eighty-one Kingdom of Middle-earth, in the eyes of the **** master, it is no different from death.

It's just that the inheritance of thousands of years has not been cut off, and now, he has held the sword of demon beheading in his own hand again.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes, as quiet as an ink painting. After a long time, the light in the room began to flow slowly.

"It’s said that before I met Master in this life, my name was Zhang Jiu. Master said that she didn’t like this name, so she changed my name to Chang Jiu. I chose my surname. I think the word Ning is like a sword. That's why Ning was chosen." Ning Changjiu finally spoke. His voice was a little slow, as if mud and sand had accumulated in a clear stream.

Shao Xiaoli sits upright by the side, just as he did when he lectured four or five thousand years ago.

Shao Xiaoli was puzzled, "Zhang Jiu...Ning Changjiu, is there any meaning in this?"

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, the golden light overflowed in the purple mansion, and his fingertips condensed into a three-legged golden crow. He took out the divine bow from the golden crow. The divine bow was so heavy that it made the corner of the table unstable.

Ning Changjiu looked at the bow, and slowly said: "Zhang Jiu, the bow is Zhang Zhang, the master took the long character and abandoned the bow character. And I replaced this bow with'Ning', which is Sword. In the past life I used the divine bow as a weapon, but in this life it is a sword. This may be a coincidence. Over the years, I have always felt that I am missing something, but now that I think about it, the one missing may be the bow on the left of Zhang's character."

Shao Xiaoli looked at this golden bow and asked in a low voice, "Didn’t you have found your bow?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head: "This is the bow of the Golden Wing Roc, not mine. My bow seems to be scattered somewhere, I don't know how to find it."

Ning Changjiu's head lowered a little, and he laughed at himself. In the previous life, the Master arranged everything for him, even traded with Suzaku, exchanged Xihe's spirit, and promised him to be his fiancée. Master may just hope that he can spend this life carefree, but how is this possible?

The carefreeness of the previous life only brings peace, not much joy. In this life, he has gone through countless ups and downs, life and death, wandering for thousands of miles north and south, but he feels at ease.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the worry hidden in his calmness, tentatively held his hand, and smiled: "Don't think too much, maybe the master just took the meaning of'I hope people are long'."

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, and said: "Maybe."

Ning Changjiu turned his face to the side, looking at Shao Xiaoli's innocent face, those big eyes seemed to hide a whole Luo River, and he would hold out the white lotus at any time.

Shao Xiaoli was quieter a lot. She looked at him quietly, no longer being unabashed, and her voice was soft and soft: "The boss has been sleeping for so long, what did he dream of? Is it the same thing before?"

"Well, what happened before."

"When I was fighting with Bai Zang, I also saw a few things. I used to be the **** of Luohe. In the end...and finally died by the Luohe."

"Well, at that time, everyone called you Luoshen, a symbol of beauty."

Shao Xiaoli touched his face with a finger, and asked: "Then, what kind of person is Luoshen?"

Ning Changjiu recalled what she saw in the dust. At the beginning, Luoshen was a bit selfish, and she was a femme fatale. People like Chang'e who were deserted had become angry because of her, but these were later ancient immortals, ancient gods and other forces. In the confrontation, it seemed calm and light.

"Luo Shen..." Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, flicked Shao Xiaoli's forehead, and said: "Luo Shen is such a person, you must know better than me."

Shao Xiaoli rubbed his forehead, and said: "The boss is playing with me again."

Ning Changjiu smiled softly.

Shao Xiaoli asked: "The boss can tell me the stories of other people? For example, Master’s, she and you, are you husband and wife in the previous life?"

"Is it true."

"What does it mean?"

"For example, everybody thinks that two people are right each other, and they are born perfect match, so you are together in accordance with God’s will or people’s beautiful wishes. Everyone is very happy and feels that you are extremely loving couples of gods and goddesses, but In fact, you seldom speak, and are more like murder partners, such as bows and arrows, no one can do without."

"Oh...that's it." Shao Xiaoli thought of the term "appearance and spirit", but felt that it was not accurate enough.

"The past is history." Ning Changjiu looked around the cottage and said, "After some repairs, it's time to think about the future."

Shao Xiaoli responded and said with a smile: "Anyway, I will follow the boss in the future."

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

Shao Xiaoli got closer. She watched the understatement of worry on Ning Changjiu's cheeks, with her right hand supporting her cheek, and blinking her eyes, "Is there anything I should pay attention to in the future? For example, with some mistresses... ..."

Shao Xiaoli didn't know how to express, his cheeks were a little red.

Ning Changjiu thought of this, but also a little ashamed.

He suddenly felt that what Xiang'er said was right. He had given authority, sacred bones, realm, and fire to other people, and it seemed that only some bad qualities had been passed down.

But he also feels innocent, he just wants to give them a home...

"Don't talk about this, I'm hungry." Ning Changjiu forced a change of title, "I used to eat Xiaoli's food every day, I missed it a little."

Shao Xiaoli asked: "What does the boss want to eat?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Do whatever you are good at."

"Well, yes, I just happened to realize a new dish recently."

"What?"

"Lei Lao Yao helps the Flame Mountain to fight!"

"..." Ning Changlong said, "I am looking forward to it."

While Shao Xiaoli was cooking, Ning Changjiu left the house, and Jun Xueyu flew in front of him with his wings flapping, like seeing the savior.

"Uncle Ning, you are awake. I have traveled to Nanzhou these days, but I have heard many rumors about you, but don't worry, I am low-key for the demon and will not make a public statement." Xue Yujun jumped on one foot. Patted his chest and said.

Ning Changjiu said: "You will be less troublesome in the future, so that Xiaoli will also save snacks."

Blood Feather Jundao: "Didn't I think for your sake? I want to form a demon army that can be driven by you before you wake up!"

"I think you just want to dominate."

"You...Uncle Ning, don't look at me being trapped in this pair of skins, but I have great ambitions for Jinpeng to spread my wings."

"Jinpeng..." Ning Changjiu smiled suddenly, this smile was a little crippled in the eyes of Mr. Xueyu, "Okay, don't toss about it, honestly take care of this village and be your mascot. Now, this world is not good for demons."

"It's not good for monsters...well, it's true. After the 500-year catastrophe, they killed or suppressed all monsters. They were merciful to people, and it's really unfair." Xueyu said with deep conviction. .

Ning Changjiu asked: "Do you know the reason for this?"

Mr. Xueyu asked: "Does this have any profound meaning?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You grow fruits in your garden. One kind of fruit ripens once a year, and another kind of fruit ripens every ten years. You sell them in the market, but the price is the same. What will you do? Do?"

Mr. Xueyu thought hard for a while, and said: "I will cut off all the fruits that are ripe in ten years and replace them with ones that are ripe in a year."

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded, and said: "This is the reason why the Yaozu is suppressed by the heavens."

The Blood Feather Jun stood there, dumbfounded, his mind didn't turn around for a while.

"He meant...chicken and human flesh are the same price?"

……

Ning Changjiu walked through the Southern Wilderness alone and came to the bank of the Red River. The curse of the Red River disappeared with the collapse of Broken Boundary City. He lowered his head, and what he saw was not the bones, but his own thinness. Figure.

He can even feel that this red river faintly rejects him.

It's not just Honghe, the whole world is repelling him.

He entered the five realms on the way of Shura, which is incompatible with the world.

From here, Liantian Town and Yujian Tianzong are on the line to the south, and Zhao Guo is in the southwest.

He didn’t have the idea of ​​revisiting things and thinking about things. After entering the five realms, his understanding of himself and the world has entered a new level. He knows that real immortals cannot be too contaminated with the world, let alone he is Shura of the sixth way.

When he first rescued Lu to get married, he repeated the words of the second brother with her; "It is not me who avoids the world, but the world avoids me."

His perception of this sentence has become more and more profound.

But he still wants to go back to Yu Jian Tianzong, and it is best to go back with Lu Jiajia.

Of course, these are just trivial emotions. What he thinks most is what the master is doing now and what he should do now.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand on a whim.

The water in the Red River rolled, and an ancient sword with a rusty handle flew out of the water, hovering brokenly beside him, like a group of crows with broken feathers.

Not that way...

Ning Changjiu was silent for a long time, sighed, let go, and hundreds of rusty swords sank back to the bottom of the river.

He raised his head and looked at the scorching sun, his eyes a little blank.

If you want to find your past self, what should you do?

Ning Changjiu calmed down his thoughts and stood by the Red River for a long time. The hot summer wind blew his face thin.

In the end, Ning Changjiu wanted to understand something, he stretched out his hand, and the three-legged golden crow appeared on his fingertips.

The Golden Crow stared at him, motionless.

"The Master actually killed you back then, right?" Ning Changjiu looked at the Golden Crow and asked.

This is asking yourself, because it is impossible for Golden Crow to answer him.

Only he has experienced and remembered the previous life, so the answer to Master's last sword can only be guessed by himself.

Why do people have innate spirits, and why are they in the form of animals or ancient beasts?

Ning Changjiu had a guess.

In the era of Emperor Jun and Xihe, they mastered the means of refining ancient beast mounts into spirits. For example, Xihe’s spirit was the fire phoenix.

This was supposed to be a unique technique to help practice, but now, the innate spirit has become something that many ascetics are born with.

This is not reasonable, so it should be artificially planted.

Ning Changji thought about a question: after the death of the monk, where does the innate spirit go?

In the past, the mainstream view was that the innate spirit would die with the ascetics, but now, Ning Changjiu clearly understands the intention of the dark master.

So, if he guessed correctly, after death, the innate spirit should carry all the spiritual power of the ascetic before his death, and ‘ascend’ in an unknown way.

They soared to the sky, sending auras to the dark master.

In the history books 500 years ago, there are very few records about the innate spirit. The innate spirit was really valued after the father raised his father to declare war to the sky 500 years ago.

In the past five hundred years, the entire world has hardly heard of the Ascended...

The more Ning Changjiu thought about it, the more frightened he became. He felt that he had vaguely touched a certain secret: Xiantian Ling seemed to help humans in their cultivation, but in fact it is a kind of weird parasite, which will exhaust itself before you. I can help you as much as I can, but unknowingly limit your upper limit-the fewer people and demons on the five peaks, the less likely it is that a catastrophe that disobeys the fate on a large scale five hundred years ago will occur.

After the ascetic dies, the Xiantian Ling will silently bring most of the aura to the sky as food for the Dark Lord!

In the initial years of practice, innate spirits did not exist at all. At that time, the so-called innate spirits were actually obtained through their own practice and refining, and belonged to the same ancestry with the current acquired spirits.

Cultivation is a conspiracy of heaven, and so is the innate spirit!

Ning Changjiu stared at the Golden Crow, and while reflecting on the catastrophe, he figured this out a little bit.

Several months ago, Ye Changong had a similar discussion with the three disciples. Their discussion was even darker, thinking that the innate spirit is the sword of the dark master—the innate spirit and the ascetic are life-related. Yes, so as long as the practitioner who wants to disobey has the innate spirit, the dark master can easily destroy the innate spirit and kill the rebellious person!

Ning Changjiu sighed.

Whether it was three thousand five hundred years ago or five hundred years ago, the initiators of the Hunting Country Project had countless people who responded, and they died vigorously for their faith. But now, most of the top ascetics have innate spirits. It is impossible for him to tell them the truth of the world and let them be a meaningless burial.

This may be the loneliest battle of hunting nations in five thousand years.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and walked into Jinwuli.

The world of the Golden Crow is open to him.

The sky's sparks are floating, like a burning Yuyu Qionglou, the black Xiangri puppet sways on the ground, staring at the sky's sparks, numbly silly.

When they saw Ning Changjiu, they immediately shook their bodies and said, "Happy, we are very happy."

Ning Changjiu smiled.

He came to Golden Crow Junior High.

At the beginning, the Wild River Dragon Sparrow killed Xihe in the Ancient Sun Country, but she couldn't really occupy the Ancient Sun Country, so she wanted to use the Golden Crow to split the Sun Country and refine them one by one.

At that time, Yi was still in the world, he opened his bow and arrows, and directly shot the Eight Kingdoms to pieces.

The myth is bizarre—the Golden Cub was transformed by his golden arrow, but it was killed by his golden arrow.

Fearing death, the last golden crow returned to confess the Lord with the kingdom of God it occupies.

The Suzaku had just been reborn from the fire at the time, and was still weak, and did not stop all of this, leaving only the spirits wrapped in Xi and Huofeng Houtian.

Ning Changjiu originally thought that the incomplete Sun Nation might be controlled by Suzaku, but he experienced the dust, and after reading the history, he came up with new speculations—the Sun Nation was transformed into Jiufen, and Bafen has already been personally controlled by him. Destroyed, this Golden Crow World is the last site of the Sun Kingdom.

He stood there, as if standing in his own grave.

According to the location of the temple of Xihe, he came to the remnant site of the temple of Emperor Jun. He stood on the floating gravel, imagining a throne here, then sat on it and closed his eyes calmly.

He didn't make any extra moves, but the whole kingdom of God shook at this moment.

The floating sparks converge toward the middle, and the hot stream of light slowly converges in the sky. The light is permeated between the sky and the earth. The light does not dare to come closer. It is more like a waiter standing in the distance. The peeping person has not been for five thousand years. See the old master.

……

As the evening approached, Jin Crow flew into the room from the open window, and Ning Changjiu fell to the ground, and immediately smelled a strong fragrance on the tip of his nose.

He felt the world in the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom and stayed for two hours. Now his mind is still a bit muddled, even his steps are a bit vain.

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure from behind.

"Marriage...Why are you here?"

Ning Changjiu guessed that Lu Jiajia would come to him, but he didn't expect it so soon.

He felt more at ease, opened his arms, habitually hugged her, and hugged her from behind.

After a while, Ning Changjiu realized that something was wrong.

This is not a marriage!

He let go of his hand, leaving Shao Xiaoli standing in trepidation. She held her chest and hesitated, "Uh...Boss, I..."

Ning Changjiu looked at Shao Xiaoli and suddenly became sober, "Why do you wear your wedding clothes?"

Shao Xiaoli was also very aggrieved, saying: "Boss, I blame me if you are frivolous, are you human?"

Ning Changjiu was speechless for a while, and said: "If you wear a red dress, how could I admit it wrong?"

Shao Xiaoli was a little angry, "If I wear a red dress, you should recognize me as Xianger."

"No." Ning Changjiu shook his head, and said firmly: "How can I be so beasts?"

"..." Shao Xiaoli sighed and said: "Well, boss, don't always scold yourself, come over for dinner."

Ning Changjiu was dragged to the simple dining table by Shao Xiaoli.

Ning Changjiu stared at the fried pork with chili rabbit head on the table, lost in thought.

"What's next to this?" he asked.

"Eel silk." Shao Xiaoli replied.

"This is what you mean by Leilao Wei helping the Flame Mountain to fight?" Ning Changjiu was shocked.

Shao Xiaoli nodded and said: "Yeah, I just heard that there are ugly cows and rats in the world, and there are twelve gods who happen to be lord. I looked at it and looked at it. The bunny is the rabbit, and the thunder prison is the dragon! "

Ning Changjiu was persuaded, and he admired: "Xiao Li's cooking can continue to be as arrogant as ever."

Shao Xiaoli smiled softly, his brows brimming with pride.

Ning Changjiu wanted to move his chopsticks. He felt the table was shaking. He looked down and found that one of the table legs seemed to be broken.

Shao Xiaoli also noticed. She pursed her thin red lips and smiled: "The boss put such a heavy bow on the table before, of course this table can't bear it... Hey, boss wait, I'll go Take something to pad."

Speaking, Shao Xiaoli got up and went to the house to find something that could be used. After searching for a long time, he finally turned over a book.

She hesitated and pushed the book under the foot of the table.

"What book did you stuff?"

"A mythical story... I'm wronged about it first. After I finish my meal, I will squeeze some straw to replace it."

"Well, good." Ning Chang didn't think much about it, and responded casually, and started eating with chopsticks.

Shao Xiaoli's cooking skills are much more practical than her naming dishes, about the level of three young people or twenty-four and a half children.

The battle between Lei Laowei and the Flame Mountain was quelled by them.

Night fell.

Ning Changjiu returned to the couch to rest.

Shao Xiaoli took off his white clothes and walked carefully to Ning Changjiu's side.

"Boss... tonight I..." Shao Xiaoli bit his lip and said softly.

Ning Changjiu looked at the slim girl in the night. She is now almost 20 years old. She has lost her childishness, and Zhong Ling's brows are glowing with beautiful brilliance.

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, and said: "What's wrong with Xiaoli?"

Shao Xiaoli gritted her silver teeth and said seriously: "Boss, in fact, I have been depressed for a long time, and now you finally wake up, I don't think I need to endure anymore, boss, I want to..."

Ning Changjiu watched the girl tighten her trembling shoulders, and looked at her flamboyant light because of her struggle. The red dress reflected the moonlight, her neck was like jade, and she was deserted with a complex charm.

He couldn't help but think of the appearance of Shao Xiaoli standing in blood with a knife on the bank of the Luo River in the previous life.

When he left Duanjiecheng, he said that he owed her an explanation.

In fact, I owe three thousand five hundred years of accountability.

If there are only two lone men and widows in the earth today, Ning Changjiu looked at her and smiled gently: "Well, if Xiaoli really wants it, tonight will be fine."

Shao Xiaoli was taken aback and said: "Boss! What are you talking about!"

"Huh?"

"I mean, I have been in the realm of longevity for too long, and spiritual power can break through long ago, but because the boss has been in a coma, I have not dared to break through. I can only force the realm to the peak of longevity. Now that the boss finally wakes up, I am going to break through!"

"You...can you make it clear!"

"Woo...the boss knows to blame Xiaoli."

"I... actually you said that on purpose, right?" Ning Changjiu reacted.

"The boss slandered me again..." Shao Xiaoli stuck out his tongue.

The silky cocoon of the purple court realm was wrapped up, and Shao Xiaoli's innocent and aggrieved face gradually stiffened, still with a sly smile in his eyes, and soon the silky cocoon wrapped her, and she entered the Tribulation of Inner Demon. In the middle, Leiyun began to gather outside.

Ning Changjiu looked at Shao Xiaoli in the broken mirror, and suddenly realized that he could use her inner demons to find ‘poetry’.

Some clues may be hidden there.