Beyond the Divine States Chapter 412: : Luohe Red Mansion Golden Crow Remnant Kingdom

The night is the darkness that cannot be turned away. In the turbulent Luo River, the flowing water opposes under the action of spiritual power.

The screaming hurricane was wrapped in thunder, like wheels running over the surface of the Luo River. Those ruts left by the thunder and lightning were in contact with the water, continuously emitting light, and the entire river was covered by this light. It seemed that a sun formed by thunder and lightning was about to rise from the Luo River.

Si Ming hugged Ye Chan Palace and wrapped her in his arms with a snow-white blanket. The thundering sun outlined the outline, but the intrusive arc couldn't reach them.

Si Ming looked at Ye Changong's immature face and slender hands, and there was always an unreality of holding the moon in his arms.

Ahead, Bai Zang followed Ye Chan Palace, suppressing his anger for so long, and finally vented it when facing the bronze horse.

The surface of the river is already a deep concave bowl. Bai Zang waved a pair of jade-like fists, but he blasted out tens of millions of powers. Those powers are like stone throwing tools for siege of the city, and every one of them is huge. , The water surface was smashed into thousands of deep pits, the bronze horse hissed, fighting hooves to resist, but was hidden by Bai Zang using the golden gun as a ladder, reaching the top of the head, five fingers like a hook, twisting its black helmet, Press it abruptly under the water surface.

Boom!

The loud noise exploded.

"Baking in the sun? How do you count as sunbathing?"

Si Ming felt that the word was not simple. She looked at Luohe in front of her and wanted to help Bai Zang, but seeing that the master was still calm, she also felt that she should inherit the calmness of the teacher.

Ye Chan Gong said: "First we must find a sun."

Si Ming immediately thought of Ning Changjiu, half pursing his soft lips, and euphemistically said: "Then we should hurry to the Ancient Lingzong?"

Ye Chan Palace whispered: "He is not in the Ancient Lingzong now."

Siming didn’t know her exact wishes, so he asked about the worry in his heart: “The three horses have come, and the Lord’s personal projection...what is the authority of Tianji? Master, really Are you confident?"

Ye Chan Palace gently shook his head and said: "Let’s go to Luohe first."

"Go to Luohe?" Si Ming didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

Ye Chan Palace briefly recalled: "Back then, Shao Xiaoli was the **** of the Luohe River. At that time, the Luohe Hao Hao Tangtang was far from exhausted to its current size. There used to be Baili palaces along the Luohe River, but they were already destroyed. After all, there is a Jade Water Tower at the bottom of the Luohe River, and I don’t know if it is still there today."

Si Ming didn’t know exactly what kind of emotion Ye Chan Palace had towards Luoshen, but at this moment, the Luo River was turbulent, and the wind and thunder were surging. The two of them could chat leisurely by the river. There was a big white tiger battling them with heavy loads.

"Which section of the river is it?" Si Ming asked.

Ye Chan Palace looked at the Luo River and said: "It's almost here, you can see when you enter the river."

Si Ming felt the increasingly cold body of Ye Chan Palace, and asked: "Can you really hold it up?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "The month is quiet, it's okay."

Si Ming nodded lightly, stepped on the black sword, and led the master towards the surging river.

Above the Luo River, a large amount of water evaporates, turning into extremely high concentration of white gas, which is intercepted by the lightning field. The temperature of this white gas is extremely high, making this minefield look like a real sun.

Ye Changong stretched out a small hand and reached into this chaotic field where violent thunder and steam coexisted. After a while, she withdrew her hand. There was no wound on her hand, but the coldness remained.

This is not the real sun.

It was also at this moment that the underwater golden light burst open, and the centaur horse carried a spear, broke the water surface, and knocked Bai Zang back again.

Even if the bronze horse is an inferior horse, after all, it is Tianjiian's home game. Bai Zang lost his position and authority, and his power was sealed a lot by the dragon bones. At this moment, he was unable to destroy these antique-looking bronze horses in one go.

The bronze **** horse pressed Bai Zang's figure back, and the spear in his hand was thrown out, whizzing at Bai Zang.

Before Bai hid himself, the broken silver resembled moths, precisely pounced on the golden gun, swallowing its awns, and dragging its speed slower and slower.

The half-human God of War on the horse burst into a majestic low drink, and the golden gun was spinning at high speed, trying to get rid of these silver moths, but Bai Zang's body bounced out like a cheetah, she used the bridge For the bridge, he took advantage of his strength and stepped on the spear fiercely, and then showed his claws, and once again rushed towards the bronze horse like a fierce tiger.

In Bai Zang's life before becoming a god, she has hunted countless horses. Even if she has been pampered for thousands of years since then, the convenience of authority and the power of the gods makes her teeth and claws used to advance and retreat. It used to be sharp, but the hunting instinct is always etched in the bones.

Bai Zang enjoys this hearty battle.

Although the opponent is a monster that she didn't like at all half a year ago, she found the feeling of competing with the ancient gods when she was young. It was murderous again, not to mention that this horse was divided into five parts.

The silver girl bombarded with both fists, and silver crumbs fluttered around her body, like thousands of swords that she wanted.

She and the bronze horse, you come and I will kill you, the bronze horse fell into the wind after all, leaving many small wounds on the body, and even the armor appeared on the half-man wearing the battle armor. The fine cracks.

Although Bai Zang has a blade guard like snow, at this moment the sea of ​​Qi is no longer a real ocean, it will be exhausted and tired.

Seeing that Si Ming and Ye Chan Palace came to Luohe, Bai Zang relaxed a little, and said coldly: "Why are you watching the show for so long? Come up and help! This horse is not very powerful, we kill all in one go. Up it!"

Bai Zang said this, but watched them open up the river, sinking into it.

"Hey! Wait! What are you going to do? The horse is here!" Bai Zang raised his slender arm, pointed directly at the bronze horse, and shouted.

Si Ming’s cold voice came: "Master and I will visit the remnant site of Luoshen's mansion, and come back later, little white cat, you will hold the meeting by yourself."

"You...you!" Bai Zang jumped with anger, and said: "The enemy is now, can you feel a little bit of crisis!"

When speaking, the surface of the Luoshui River had closed, leaving Bai Zang alone, facing the mountain-like bronze horse in a daze.

The bronze horse was previously slanted by Bai Zang's collision. At this moment, his body was straight, his horse's hoof was lightly stepped on, and the golden spear flicked, and the golden pupil in the black iron armor lit up, emitting a cruel golden light.

Bai Zang felt even more angry. She turned her grief and anger into strength and yelled at the bronze horse. She rolled up her sleeves and yelled at the bronze horse: "What are you staring at? What qualifications do you have to wait for a horse? Stare at me?"

After Bai Zang scolded, he once again raised his fist at the bronze horse.

She always thinks this scene is weird...what's this? The main military force does not care about itself, and the Lord of the Kingdom of God who is in trouble is born to death and fights civil war? Who is the unwavering, loyal warrior who resists the rule of the Dark Lord?

Bai Zang couldn't help but think of Wan Humen's absurdity, and his heart-wrenching tricks.

She stared at the horse, not sure whether its heart was in the human body or the horse's shell.

The confrontation between the two did not last for an instant. Soon, the monstrous murderous aura tore the Luohe again, and the battle between Bai Zang and the bronze horse continued.

The bottom of the extremely deep Luohe River is calm.

At this moment, Ye Chan Palace is more illusory under the background of the water waves, it really looks like a moon in the water.

They easily cut open the undercurrent of the water and moved forward at high speed in the muddy waves.

In the muddy sand, the broken walls of the buildings appeared. They were buried in the soil, and the surface was covered with algae, crawling on many snails. The density of these broken walls was getting higher and higher. Quickly, something is isolated in front of them.

The front is gray, and the ruins seem to have disappeared in front of them.

"This is a shelter similar to a peach curtain, but the grade is much higher." Ye Changong said, she stretched out a small hand from the white blanket and fell to the front lightly.

Ripples grow from fingers.

Something was picked up, and then, the gray mist disappeared, and they were like a drop of water that penetrated into the wider and clearer ocean.

Siming hugged the girl and landed lightly. In front of him, a small attic that looked like a brand new was built in the water. This was different from Siming’s imagination. She originally thought she would see the splendid Dragon Palace. , But what you see in front of you is just a two-story mahogany small building, which looks rather rudimentary, and it doesn’t look like what Luoshen should have...

"Is this here?" Si Ming didn't believe it.

"Yeah." Ye Changong nodded. She was pillowed in Si Ming's arms, opened her eyes slightly, looked at the small building in front, and said: "This world is created by an ancient god's water spirit Dan propped it up and covered it with a curtain for thousands of years, but it was not discovered by other monks..."

"Xu is the bitter cold in Northland, right." Si Ming said.

The monastic environment in Northland is much worse than that in Nanzhou. They have traveled for many days, and they have hardly seen the monks in the Purple Court Realm. In addition, it is close to the Shenhua Building. Although the Luohe River is not clearly divided, Many people assume that they are in the territory of the Shenhualou, and naturally they dare not dig treasures in front of the Shenlou.

For various reasons, this small building is well preserved.

"However, there is no magic weapon to shock the world," Ye Chan said in the palace.

She knew that when Luoshen died, he was alone.

"What's hiding there?" Si Ming asked.

Ye Chan Palace gently shook his head and said: "I don't know, go and have a look."

Si Ming raised his head, glanced at the sky above, and said worriedly: "Is it really okay to leave the blank to deal with the horse alone? If it is Tianji..."

She wanted to speak but stopped, unwilling to compromise a general.

Ye Chan Gong said: "In the chivalrous storybook, the master often does not make a move. Once any master makes a move, he will no longer be mysterious. No matter how powerful the move is revealed, there will be traces to follow, only in the future. When you make a move, you have the unknown and infinitely powerful."

Si Ming suddenly realized that the master was worthy of the master, and they can only shock Tianji with such calmness. After all, with the lessons learned from Baizang, Tianji should also measure the timing of their actions.

What's more, with the master’s ability, there must be undisclosed shocking methods...

Si Ming asked in a low voice: "Then Master...what are we hiding?"

Ye Chan Palace calmly said: "There is nothing."

"..." Suddenly Si Ming felt from the bottom of his heart that Master and Ning Changjiu's previous life are worthy of a pair.

Siming didn’t say anything, her toes moved lightly in the river, her beautiful long hair was dancing in the water, drifting in the slow stream, the sky blue light reflected on her face, in the gorgeous face, the red mansion The shadow fell in the pupils, beautifully beautiful, as if she was the **** of Luohe who had left her home for a long time, returning after a thousand years and returning to Yaju Xiaozhuli.

The lightning and silver light above illuminate the Luo River like a whole piece of jade. In the flowing light, the figure of Si Ming floats to the door of the red building.

She raised her head and glanced, and suddenly noticed that a lantern was hung on the eaves. The lantern had faded a lot of color, and now it looked only faintly pale.

And on the wooden lattice of the window, it seems that there is still broken red paper pasted.

There was a strange hunch in Si Ming's heart.

She gently opened the door.

Amid the crunch of the door opening, a faint light came through. It was the light of a red candle... Si Ming saw the candle on the table. It should be a permanent lamp in ancient times, and it has not been extinguished.

Si Ming glanced at the layout and decorations in the room, and knew that Ye Chan Palace never said anything. She fell from Si Ming’s arms, wrapped in a blanket, and approached the only candlelight. As if finding a trace of warmth in the faint light, the immature hand moved up to warm it.

Si Ming was walking gently in this small building. She wanted to go to the second floor, but found that the stairs on the second floor were blocked with debris. Although she could break through the void and reach it easily, since Luoshen Not wanting to let people go up, she also stopped very politely.

The small building is not big, let alone a magic weapon in it, even a valuable object can't be seen.

She returned to the master's side, walked to the awkward wooden table, and found that one of the legs of the wooden table was crippled, and a thin book was hugged underneath.

Si Ming went out curiously and took a look at it.

"Sigh...A complete cookery of Xihe?" Si Ming chuckled, wondering, thinking that Zhao Xianger's craftsmanship also has a face to publish books? No wonder it was used to cushion the corner of the table.

She flipped through it casually, and then felt that the book should be renamed the One Hundred Ways of Cooking Xi Fan.

Si Ming accepted the book, planning to meet with Zhao Xianger in the future and taunting him.

Next, she found Master watching the candlelight, surprisingly quiet.

"Master...what's wrong?" Si Ming walked to Ye Chan Palace.

At this moment, Ye Chan Palace is too petite, even when it is standing, the top of his head can be more than Si Ming's forearm.

Ye Chan Gong said: "Here is a book."

She picked up the candlestick, took a photo on the table, and then an old book with a blank cover was revealed.

Si Ming picked up the book lightly and asked: "Is this... can you read it?"

Ye Changong whispered: "This is a thing of Luoshen, I am not qualified to make a decision."

Shao Xiaoli's things... Si Ming nodded slightly, thinking that I hadn't read anything about Xiaoli, so he picked up the not-so-thick booklet and read it.

When I saw the first page, Si Ming frowned slightly.

"September 20th.

Three days have passed since the agreed date, why didn't he keep the appointment? Has it all happened? Or, the original agreement was meant to deceive my heart at ease, and he never took this matter to heart..."

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Central Earth, Nanming Sea, outside the ethereal building.

Yu Qing, wearing a lotus crown with a robe painted in landscape and ink, appeared instantly.

She looked at the collapsed observatory, the huge pit into which sea water was constantly pouring into it, and the sudden surge of wind and waves. She frowned, and immediately waved the dust in her hand to calm the sea.

She is one of the hosts on the fourth floor. She is naturally close to the gods. She can't recognize this kind of god's breath... Has any **** descended to Nanxun?

If God descends tomorrow, this battle is bound to kill people.

Should you kill the boy, or kill Lu to marry?

Yu Qing didn't have time to think too much. At this moment, there was no sign on the sea.

She immediately closed the ethereal building and announced that it was closed to death. Unless the Lord of the Kingdom of God directly made an order, she would never leave the building.

On the sea, a golden crow was flying by at an unimaginable speed.

Ning Changjiu, Lu Jiajia, and Liu Xiwan are among the Golden Crow.

When Ning Changjiu saw the golden spear, he knew it in his heart. Then he meditated in the sea breeze. It seemed that there was a rainstorm, and the sound of horseshoes sounded far away. If the sea is a drumhead, then the horseshoes are very rhythmic Drumsticks.

Tianji...

Ning Changjiu doesn't know much about Tianji, but he is not stupid either. Although he is no longer what he used to be, he still wouldn't challenge the current Twelve Kingdoms of God before he was fully sure. What's more, at this moment, he is dragging his family back. The first thing he chooses is to avoid the battle for the time being, first test the opponent's reality, and then wait for the opportunity to counterattack.

In the kingdom of the Golden Crow, Liu Xiwan raised her head and looked at the four dazzling pillars, glimpsing countless dazzling pictures.

"This is the bird you used to frighten me back then?" Liu Xiwan wondered: "I didn't expect such a huge world to be hidden here."

"Well, this is the Golden Crow Kingdom." Ning Changjiu introduced: "The sun above has forged countless divine swords. If you are not obedient one day, I will throw you in."

"Huh, how about scaring the children?" Liu Xiwan sneered.

Lu Jiajia looked at the fetal mother well in the distance and the increasingly orderly world, and asked: "Can you control this country now?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I can draw some power from it and use it for myself, but I can't really control it."

"Because of mythological logic?" Lu Jiajia guessed the reason.

"Yes." Ning Changjiu nodded.

"Your memory of the last pillar is the clearest. It shouldn't be difficult." Lu Jiajia asked Weiwei, "When can it be built?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Lu Jiajia caught his subtle emotional changes, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the logic of mythology?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, and said: "Well, for some reason, I can't perfectly construct the last pillar of mythological logic... I originally thought it would not be too troublesome, so I didn't tell you. But the farther I go, the more I realize how difficult it is."

Lu Jiajia's eyes flickered, and asked: "Is there something wrong with the previous myth?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It shouldn't be...not so much a fault, as it is because the previous myths are not strong enough. The logical link between them and me is broken in the last rebirth."

"Rebirth? What kind of rebirth?" Liu Xiwan was taken aback. She once saw a part of Ning Changjiu's secret buried in the depths. At that time, she thought it was Ning Changjiu's past life and never thought of time. Go back to such a mysterious thing.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia looked at each other with solemn expressions.

Except for the time when the elder sister came, he only told the secret of his rebirth to his marriage.

Lu Jiajia immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and the crux of it.

At the beginning, they built a mythological logic based on the most important nodes in life. In the hall of the Zhao Kingdom’s imperial city, Ning’s long waking up is an indispensable part, because it is the border between destruction and rebirth. It symbolizes the beginning of this life, but...

Is Ning Changjiu's awakening in this life necessarily related to the previous four myths?

They clearly know that there is no such thing.

The reason why Ning Changjiu was able to wake up in the imperial city on that day was because Ye Chan Palace was about to fly into the air at the last moment of his previous life, stabbed with a sword and hid Yuezhi into his body. At the same time, it was a result of twelve years of reverse time.

But...

Twelve years back in time...This matter is not only too mysterious, but the most important thing is that for the current world, it does not exist at all! Let alone express it clearly with mythological logic...

Therefore, between the fourth and fifth pillars, there is an obvious but impossible fault.

So, even if Ning Changjiu builds it up, the separation between the last pillar and the previous pillar is very likely to be a hidden danger.

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said: "Don't think about this at this moment, that thing has caught up."

"That thing?" Lu Jiajia asked: "What the **** is it?"

Ning Changjiu said: "If there is no wrong guess, it should be God Lord Tianji..."

Liu Xiwan was surprised again. She thought the spear was something like the Seagod's spear. After hearing the truth, her mind was messier than her hair: "I... Why is this more dangerous than Jiange?"

Ning Changjiu sighed and smiled helplessly: "This is how you end up as a traitor."

Liu Xiwan raised her head and looked at a water mirror rising from the golden crow. The picture reflected by the water mirror was what the golden crow's eyes saw.

They were flying on the sea of ​​Nanxun at the moment. There were no stars and moons in the sky, it was pitch black, and the world was glowing with a strange silver-gray color.

"Where are we going?" Liu Xiwan asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "Go to the no man's land deep in Nanming."

"Why?"

"The **** Lord was born to guard the order and should care for the common people, but at this moment, the command to kill us is above everything else. He will not care about the life and death of the rest of the creatures." Ning Changjiu said: "We are in the name of righteousness. Act, but don’t disturb sentient beings."

When the saint started the battle of God five hundred years ago, in order to avoid the death of the innocent, he also tried his best to move the mountains and cities to clear the battlefield.

Liu Xiwan looked at him and couldn't help but remembered what Ke Wenzhou had said, that the world is a sage for five hundred years...

Lu Jiajia was not listening to Ning Changjiu's words. She stared at the water mirror, her sword eyes narrowed, and a cold light appeared in the meantime.

"We seem to be trapped." Lu Jiajia said.

Before the words fell, outside of the Golden Crow Kingdom, thousands of horseshoes sounded almost at the same time, like a sudden torrential rain leaning forward.

On the water mirror, a ghostly shadow appeared.

It was a pale and tall centaur figure. The centaur was holding a golden straight spear in his hand. The color of silver was flowing on his body. On his back, hundreds of silver blades broke open and pierced out of the back. They were half hanging. Half-stretched, like wings made up of blades.

The Silver Horse stopped the way, and the golden spear was already held high.