Beyond the Divine States Chapter 417: : Wan Jian will return to the market with me

After the initial glare faded, Lu Jiajia's sword eyes adapted to this brightness, and she could clearly see what Ning Changjiu looked like at this time.

The young man in white clothes wins snow standing on the sea, and the dazzling sun shrank sharply after it broke out again, and finally became the red sun outlined behind him, the red sun dazzlingly hanging high, this red sun is more like a pure Totem, there is a golden crow entrenched in it, like a sunspot in the sun.

Ning Changjiu's hair is scattered with ink, his face shone like a knife under the light, with the delicacy of a young man and the handsomeness of a god, like a lake filled with the sun, full of sacred and bright beauty.

Liu Xiwan's spiritual figure hovered beside him, appearing more emptiness, like a mist that never diffuses.

The pretty ethereal spirit of the sword spirit girl and the handsome sacredness of the white-clothed young man overlapped, reflecting the red sun at the same time, like the envoy of heaven or heaven itself.

The wind does not produce ripples, the water does not produce lines, and the sea is silent in the shimmering sunlight.

A thousand feet away, Tianji's golden light was also suppressed by him, and the halberd made of flames was held in his hand, and there were signs of melting.

The cracks on the golden mask are also more eye-catching, and his entire face is about to be split into two by the sword's edge.

Lu Jiajia has never seen Ning Changjiu in this state. He is obviously very close, but he looks as far away as the red sun. But this feeling was only a moment, and soon the sword fetus integrated into her body uttered a clear cry, as if calling the sun, with desire and intimacy.

This emotion infected her, and her body changed imperceptibly, infused with a holy light.

Tianji’s projection looked at this new-born boy, his emotions still did not fluctuate too much: "You are still too weaker than you were in the past."

Ning Changjiu said indifferently: "It is enough to cut you at Nanxun."

On the silver blade of the sword, there seems to be a rising sun, and his eyes are red in a blink of an eye.

With Ning Changjiu as the center, the sea area of ​​thousands of miles is covered by this red light.

Tianji looked at him and let out a low growl in his throat, which seemed to be a sigh.

The silver horse with the broken arm stopped groaning, and completely stepped aside, bowing his head silently.

Ning Changjiu sensed something and slashed away.

A previously unmatched sword hit Tianji's body, but couldn't make an inch.

Before Tianji, a gray field shield stood up.

Under Tianji's emperor's crown, something like a thorn grew out. Its back was pierced, its chest was pierced, and the stern meaning grew out of its original outline, and the face under the mask changed rapidly.

Mythical form!

Without a last resort, the country masters are unwilling to open their own mythological form, because this will not only reduce their'mystery', but also fundamentally weaken their power. The most important thing is that even if they are, they may fall into loss of control and Crazy, unable to extricate himself.

But facing Ning Changjiu who was on the throne of the gods, Tianji still chose to start the mythical form.

The Dark Lord lights up his star, and he can also vaguely feel the dark Lord's emotions...If this boy cannot be killed, the efforts of the previous thousands of years and the glory of countless years in the future may fall short.

In the gray realm, Tianji stretched his hideous body in a long roar.

It is a form that resembles a horse or a horse, or a deer or a deer, with pitch black and pale, gold and white bones coexisting.

Many years ago, when he first ascended to the throne, the other ancient gods were not convinced, thinking that he was not qualified to rule them. So Tianji asked them what his true face was.

The one who answered the horse died, and the one who answered the deer died. Under the weight of terror, the ancient gods finally bowed their heads and called him the lord of the gods.

The one who shouted the gods survived.

From that moment on, in his cognition, his original form was not important at all, it was just a symbol that belonged to him as a god.

An ancient memory slipped into the body, and the sword of the white-clothed boy slashed again.

This sword once made countless Primordial Demon Gods tremble, but now, he is not sure whether he can defeat the opponent, but he has the courage to face him directly.

The crashing sound exploded on the surface of the sea.

The power of this impact is almost no less than the impact of the remnant star that the Yanfu had fallen on Beiming.

Lu Jiajia blocked her sword in the shock wave of the impact, but found that a piece of debris from the sun had already stopped in front of her, blocking most of her power. On the other side, the silver divine horse was helpless, wailing in the powerful impact wave, the iron armor was shattered, and the body was full of cracks.

The aftermath of the impact sound is like the deep end of the word ‘wind’.

The two golden lights were entangled together. After the collision, they rushed towards the sea, smashed through the clouds in a blink of an eye, and came to a virtual realm of thin air.

They collided constantly in the sky, and the splashing spatial ripples spread, triggering many weird visions in Middle-earth and Nanzhou.

It was the collapse of Qi in Yu Qing's eyes, the sharp blade that cut the sky in Lu Jiajia's eyes, and the swaying candlelight in Si Ming's eyes.

Bai Zang sitting on the floor licked his paws, a little angry... Tianji actually opened the mythical form, and it seemed that the person named Ning Changjiu really achieved the position of God. Ye Chan Palace, is this also in your expectation?

Bai Zang turned his head and looked at the petite girl who was bloated in the quilt. He always felt that it was a violation of peace.

At this moment, even in the three thousand worlds in the far west, bright straight lines are intertwined clearly in Zhao Xianger's water mirror. Waves of ripples are produced by this water mirror as a result of prying. .

Zhao Xianger frowns her eyebrows tightly, and her heart is very nervous. On weekdays, when watching Ning sleep for a long time, she especially hopes to come to someone to beat him up. Now it seems... it is more reassuring to continue to sleep. Yeah.

The girl clenched her fists and stared at the water mirror intently. For some reason, she always felt like Ning Chang knew she was looking at him.

……

I don't know how long this battle will last. It will spread far and wide. Except for the ethereal building, the closest one is the Ancient Lingzong.

The ancient Lingzong array was squeezed by the external air currents. Although all the disciples inside had seen the world, they could not withstand such a long period of toss, and most of them were unwilling to attend classes and were very flustered.

This fluctuation has also been conveyed to the ancient Nether Kingdom.

Shao Xiaoli was awakened from her dream. Today, she dreamed of the red building again. She dreamed of sitting there alone in her wedding gown, staring at the candlelight.

Her mind was drawn out of the emptiness, opened her eyes, and saw the girl in white standing at the entrance of the hall, her dress floating like a pear flower.

"Marriage to my wife..."

Shao Xiaoli was a little sleepy, and he admitted his mistake for the first time. Only after he recovered, he remembered that it was Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling turned her head and looked at her, with sorrow between her brows.

This immature little junior sister has now come out of Pingting. She is so beautiful and unremarkable. Whether in dress or temperament, she is similar to Lu Jiama, whom she admired most.

"Marry a wife? Hey, sister Xiaoli is sleeping again?" Ning Xiaoling smiled lightly.

Shao Xiaoli put on a pear-colored white dress similar to her. She came to Ning Xiaoling's side and looked out with her.

"What happened?" Shao Xiaoli asked.

Only when she finished speaking, she saw discordant waves appearing on the sky above the Nether Kingdom.

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and said nothing.

When Jiuyou heard the sound, she also looked up to the sky and watched together. As a poet, she played the role of witchcraft. The gods and gods said: "Natural disasters and resentments, foreign demons invade, it is a great blessing and a catastrophe, if If you can successfully avoid it, it may be the opportunity for the sea of ​​reincarnation to reopen!"

Shao Xiaoli frowned and said: "What are you talking about?"

Jiu You scratched his head and said: "This is what Mingjun told me before...I can't remember the specific content, anyway, it probably means that."

"The Sea of ​​Reincarnation..." Ning Xiaoling murmured.

Recently, the sea of ​​reincarnation that has been silent for many years seems to be showing signs of recovery, and her connection with the sea of ​​reincarnation is getting deeper and deeper, and the authority that belongs to Mingjun has slowly been implemented into her hands.

It's just that all of this is just the beginning. Wait until Ming Kingdom really grows and when she truly controls everything, I'm afraid that the brothers and the children will have them.

Shao Xiaoli looked at this girl who seemed to be very cheating, and asked: "Did Mingjun tell you anything else?"

Jiu You was in deep thought for a long time, shook his head, and said: "I can't remember..."

Shao Xiaoli was slightly annoyed, and said: "Why can't you remember anything? How can we help our younger sister like this!"

Jiu You was also very wronged, "Maybe this is the price of appearance and talent."

Shao Xiaoli did not want to communicate with him.

She looked at Ning Xiaoling and said, "I'll go out and see what happened."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said: "No, brother asked me to look at you. Don't run around."

Shao Xiaoli said sincerely: "Just go to Ancient Lingzong, don't worry, you won't go far."

After holding both hands, Ning Xiaoling said indifferently: "No way, just be obedient, don't go anywhere, or how can I explain to the brother?"

Speaking, Ning Xiaoling seemed to have thought of something, she no longer looked at the sky, turned back and walked back to the hall.

The candlelight was fluttering in the dim hall, and the gate connected to the sea of ​​reincarnation was closed tightly, and only she had the ability to open it.

Ning Xiaoling sat back on the throne, her consciousness connected to the dead sea of ​​reincarnation, which is now the sea of ​​ruins.

Previously, she suddenly thought that she had seen the outside world with the help of the sea of ​​the sea in the past, but the sea of ​​sea was too high and too high, and all she saw was nothing but a white void, but now, the senior brother and the enemy are fighting at high altitude. So, their position at the moment may be close to the sea of ​​ruins.

So Ning Xiaoling tried.

Under the identity of Mingjun, the boundless sea of ​​market was opened to her.

Ning Xiaoling's consciousness left the Nether Throne and entered the vast void.

She looked down from above.

The girl's mind was shocked, and there were two golden shadows in her vision. Even if she couldn't see clearly, her eyes still felt a slight pain.

Although she can't see the whole picture, she can perceive the situation of the battle.

Tianji who opened the mythical form really fell into madness. The trembling of his figure, the tremor of the blade and the halberd all cut the space, like shredded fragile paper, wherever his body passes, the collapse of the void takes a long time. In order to re-bridge.

The **** Lord is the **** who guards the heavens, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu is more like a true **** than Tianji.

Ning Xiaoling watched for a long time, and finally saw the brother's figure clearly. She saw the golden pupils of the senior brother, the red sun and the hovering crow hanging behind her, and the sword spirit girl who was suspected to be Liu Xiwan... She felt her heartbeat speed up a bit, and she clenched her fist, nervously for the senior Refueling and swelling, I only hate that I can't really control the sea of ​​the market, and can't lower the divine punishment to smash Tianji to death.

Soon, her spiritual consciousness couldn't capture the godlike figure of the brother.

The battle is still going on. Even if Ning Xiaoling is just a bystander, she feels the horror of the space shock between life and death.

Fortunately, even if Tianji opened up the mythical form in this battle of gods, the brother still had a clear upper hand.

At the time when the moonlight was bright and unobservable, whether it was a master or a master sister, they were not afraid of the projection of the gods. The disparity between the projection and the body was definitely not the opening of the mythological form. It can be made up.

However, Ning Changjiu's remnant kingdom is far from complete, and the logic of mythology is not strong enough. Therefore, his current state is far from the master sister when he was unobservable. The higher the state, the gap between each line is a chasm.

So even if he can suppress the angry Tianji, he can't wield the silver divine sword and cut it to death.

Tianji ran wildly in the sky, and every roar and roar was a change of celestial phenomena and a manifestation of authority.

Ning Changjiu could not really retrieve his right to "Changming", but his sword heart was clear, without a trace of dirt, every sword he slashed was absolutely straight and sharp, no matter how treacherous Tianji used it. He could cut through with a sharp sword, and then handed the sharp edge to him.

Tianji's mythical body was slashed by Ning Changjiu's sword, and many sharp edges and sharp thorns were cut, broken, and shattered into phantoms by the sword.

Occasionally, Tianji could pierce through his sword, pierce him in the chest with the horns of the gods, and then press him back to the sea surface after cursing, crashing into the unfathomable seabed.

Those intrusive curses don’t even need Ning Changjiu to do it himself, Liu Xiwan will take the initiative to sweep them away for him. They regained the feeling of the **** war against the sinner. Liu Xiwan used as his sword while holding it for him. With his sanity, he can fight against Tianji with no distraction.

Compared to seeing the sinner at the beginning of the year, their sharpness has already become stronger.

In the depths of the seabed, the movements of Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan are synchronized. They are truly intimate. Because of the superposition of sword intent, they can explode twice as much power as their own sword moves every time they move. .

Ning Changjiu held the divine sword in both hands, and muttered a Taoist secret. The sword light was prosperous, the red sun shone through the deep sea, and Tianji's antlers and horseshoes seemed to soften in the light.

The long sword pierced forward, approaching inch by inch, piercing the body of his mythical body.

In the fight between the two, Tianji is being dragged into madness and chaos by an invisible giant hand.

The seabed below collapsed in large areas, vortexes converged, sea peaks fell, and a large number of bubbles rose from the deep sea. Before countless fishes could react, they were stirred into powder by sword air.

The sea broke open, and Ning Changjiu once again hit Tianji with a sword and rushed into the blue sky.

They hit from early morning to sunset again.

The cold silver sword and the so-called eternal mythical body cut each other.

On Tianji's body, where it was pierced by the sword's edge, it was not blood that flowed out, but fragments of mythology. In the fragments, it was a microcosm of Tianji's life.

On the sea below, Lu Jiajia has killed the silver gods and fled.

Her slim and dusty swordsman fell back to the sea, and she was about to raise her eyes to observe the situation, but she sensed something strange, hey.

Lu Jiajia lowered his head and looked at the sea.

The water is sparkling on the sea, and there are some translucent pieces floating in it, like pieces of internal organs, but much cleaner.

Lu Jiajia blew out a sword gas, wrapped a piece of it, and spied on it with divine sense.

Om!

Something rushed into the divine consciousness unstoppably.

But that thing was not malicious, but a certain repetitive sound. This sound was exactly the same as what Ning Changjiu heard in the ruins of the Mule Tower.

It's just that this voice is not a single word dream, but it's much clearer.

"The lone city is high and far away, and the bones of the gods are buried. The North Ming Xuanqing is accompanied by Kunpeng. At the end of the country of cloud, Wang Zhu sinks. The tomb of ancient Huang, Canglong is broken..."

This voice reverberates continuously. Among them, the four characters Gucheng, Beiming, Yunguo, and Guhuang bite extremely hard, with deep resentment and unwillingness, Lu Jiajia seems to have seen a bone and blood. Lao Long, struggling to the death in the cold prison, poked his head out of the mud, and used a dry, hoarse voice to give curse-like guidance.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, the shards of consciousness on the sea rise and fall with the waves, and the fishy waves are like sighs from the rotting throat of an old dragon.

Lu Jia Jia Qian's fingers formed a lotus flower, and before he stood between his eyebrows, a sharp sword qi lighted up from his fingers, cutting off the fragments' continuous indulgence.

God consciousness returns to Qingming.

Lu Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief.

When he raised his head, the star was hanging in the sky. It's midnight.

Ning Changjiu's battle with Tianji is coming to an end.

If there is a moon at this moment, then this thin-air world will be filled with silver, giving the battlefield a dreamlike beauty, but now, the light here is faint, it looks like a long empty space floor.

Ning Changjiu stood there, the red sun was hanging alone, the golden crow was still there, the white clothes were still slender and dusty, and there was no gap in the divine sword that belonged to Shura alone.

On the other side, Tianji will be in a lot of embarrassment.

His mythical body has gradually faded away. At this moment, half of it is a human, half a combination of a deer and a horse. His flesh has numerous gaps, and fragments of mythology flow out, floating like snowflakes.

Tianji was obviously seriously injured, but he laughed lowly: "What's the use of killing me? You dare not enter the kingdom of Tianji, you can't touch my body at all! The dark day is coming, you Killing me as a projection is so laborious, how can I beat Ke Wenzhou, who was gifted by the Dark Lord, let alone the Dark Lord himself!"

Ning Changjiu said: "Sword Saint should be very close to Nanming, right?"

Tianji nodded and said: "You should be able to perceive it."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How does the Juggernaut at this moment compare to the projected you?"

Tianji talked, the golden mask turned into fragments and fell along the gap, "Outside the kingdom of God, I can't match him. If the dark lord injects divine power, it is equivalent to creating another Gufu that can visit the world in person, Yue The country covers, Chang'e is already tired, and you have no possibility of blocking him."

Ning Changjiu's sword glided lightly and steadily in front of him. He looked directly at Tianji's body and asked: "I can't stop him at this moment?"

Tianji’s laughter was cold and cold: "I can feel that your old country does not fully recognize you. Not only that, it is even crumbling, on the verge of collapse, and you dare not fully expand it... …Your limit is only blocking my projection."

Tianji paused, and even predicted some amazing secrets: "Wait, it won’t be long before the kingdom of God will be opened. The one who will come by then will be a real master who will kill and destroy the kingdom. At this moment, even if you are lucky enough to survive Ke Wenzhou, you will never be able to beat him."

In fact, in Tianji's cognition, he didn't even see the possibility of Ning Changjiu's survival from the hands of Juggernaut.

The Juggernaut has been raising swords.

Since Beiming, he has been warming up a sword during the fight with four chasers. It is his heart sword. Along the way, he looks like a middle-aged man with black hair. He completely turned into a gray-haired old man. At the cost of his physical incompleteness as the years passed, he finally cultivated a sword that satisfies him and hid it in his aging heart.

This will be the most powerful sword in the entire world in five hundred years.

It is also a sword used by the Juggernaut to surrender to the Dark Lord and obtain a gift from the true gods.

As a projection, Tianji thought he couldn't stop this sword. Of course, Ning Changjiu couldn't stop it.

This sword will arrive soon.

He can't escape.

Ning Changjiu didn't seem to care much about the arrival of the Juggernaut. He asked: "How many sovereigns are allowed to coexist in this world?"

Tianji bluntly said: "Two."

"Who is coming next?" Ning Changjiu asked again.

"You should be able to guess the answer." Tianji said.

"Father." Ning Changjiu blurted out.

The newly appointed father is the Heavenly King who was once a saint.

Five hundred years, there will be saints out of the world...This sentence falls in the ears of different people, and it means completely different.

The new father is very concerned about this sentence.

Anything that can make the saint reborn, he must be strangled in the cradle.

Tianji did not answer. He seemed to be in madness and chaos. He suddenly screamed in rage. The emperor’s robe danced in the wind, and he grabbed a sharp claw and grabbed the flames. The divine halberd condensed in the palm again, and the light of the scorching sky illuminated everything brightly.

On the final blow, without any moves, he waved the halberd and slashed towards Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu's eyes were light.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it softly.

Behind him, the red sun flourished, illuminating the sky as bright as daylight.

The silver long sword was stabbed at random and hit the halberd accurately. When the two touched, the sword split into two and two into four. In an instant, the virtual realm was filled with silver-white sword shadows. Up.

Tianji, who is noble god, looked sad under the light and sword intent of the buddha kingdom.

Tianji's divine body began to disintegrate in the light.

The golden mask shattered.

Followed by a face without facial features.

Then, this face and his body were pierced by thousands of swords, and the flesh and blood disappeared in smoke, and the broken yellow robe floated down in the air like flying butterflies.

But when the Tianji projection was broken, he was still smiling, and made a prediction with a harsh voice:

"Ke Wenzhou is coming, you will undoubtedly die like this!"

Ning Changjiu stood in an empty virtual realm. Below it was a human world that could not be seen clearly, and above it was a sea of ​​ruins with only a barrier.

He held the sword, didn't leave, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Tianji's last words are not even a prophecy.

Because his figure broke shortly, Ke Wenzhou appeared in the waters of Nanming.

Something bad happened.

Sword Saint Biyechan Palace first arrived at Nanxun.

According to Juggernaut’s own initial estimate, he will arrive early this morning.

But it's three watchers at the moment.

This shows that on the way here, the realm of the Juggernaut has improved again.

On Nanming, Lu Jiajia has also cut off the silver gods.

In the three-headed divine horse, the priest and the heavenly monarch are bronze and gold respectively. The medium horse of the Silver Horse is just a guise, in fact, it is the weakest of the three horses. This was one of Tianji's calculations, but now it seems that it doesn't make much sense.

When Lu Jiajia received the sword, an old figure appeared on the sea full of fragments of consciousness in Nanming.

Lu Jia married Jianxin and screamed.

When she raised her head, the figure of the old man had disappeared.

Sword Saint Wen raised a sword.

That sword can only slash towards Ning Changjiu.

Only by slaying the biggest thorn in the flesh that this Heavenly Dao thinks, can he fit in and achieve eternity.

The most powerful **** ever, is about to die under his own sword.

This is almost irreversible.

Ning Chang hasn't escaped for a long time. He has just defeated Tianji and his spirit is at his peak. The sword saint's fairy sword is equivalent to the peak blow of the strongest group of ancient immortals in the ancient times. If the current Ning Chang can't stop it for a long time, there will be no chance after escaping.

"Are you confident to stop?"

Liu Xiwan's voice rippled in Xinhu Lake.

Ning Changjiu responded with a smile: "I didn't intend to block it."

Liu Xiwan is puzzled.

Without waiting for her to ask, the old figure of the Sword Saint has slowly floated to the star-filled virtual realm.

He is old and looks dying, and his haggard hair can be crushed like hay with a single pinch.

He is carrying a sword, which is made of stars, shining brightly, in contrast to him.

"Where's your right arm?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"It's broken." Ke Wenzhou replied.

"Is it easy to hold the sword in the left arm?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"I'm still getting used to it." Ke Wenzhou said: "I changed my hand to hold the sword, but I have a long-lost sense of freshness. This is also a surprise in life."

Ning Changjiu nodded, staring at him, and said, "You fled from Guyun City to Nanxun. You only lost one arm in this chase. Today, you can arrive here just right. It is indeed for human use. The strongest sword, it’s a pity that you can’t be called a saint."

Ke Wenzhou said: "Those who live forever are sacred. This is your comment on the holy characters."

Ning Changjiu said: "The world has changed, and of course the comments made back then are also wrong."

Ke Wenzhou slowly drew out the sword on his back, and said: "I said a long time ago that this is just a change of dynasty, and it's nothing new. You old dynasty's will for evil has long been Those who owe to the dust... You don’t want to go, then I will send you to the grave."

Ning Changjiu was holding a sword, and the blade was also facing the opponent.

"It depends on whether your sword intent is heavy enough." He said lightly.

Ke Wenzhou curiously said: "Aren't you going to expand your old country? Your body alone cannot stop me."

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time, but he followed the words of the Swordmaster and unfolded his mind, spreading the red sun behind him.

The virtual realm is illuminated again.

A Ruo Ruo Wu God Kingdom appeared on Ning Changjiu's back, as if he were real, covered with a divine crown.

Among them, the five pillars are particularly eye-catching.

Birth, marriage, shooting the sun, death, rebirth.

They are a long line that has lasted for thousands of years, and finally, here and now, they have formed him today.

Ke Wenzhou's gaze stopped on the pillar of'Rebirth', and shook his head thoughtfully.

"It's no wonder you refuse to expand the kingdom of God." Ke Wenzhou said: "Although I don't know the truth, I can perceive that your **** pillar is a very problematic."

Ning Changjiu said nothing.

He was holding a silver divine sword, and his figure swept to a high place in a flash.

The whole kingdom of God seems to be on the tip of his sword, falling with him.

Ke Wenzhou looked solemn, and he also cut out his most proud sword for a long time.

This is a sword that is extremely lonely and vicissitudes of life, which means it is indescribable. If the long river of time flows in front of you, I am afraid it will also be cut off.

When the divine sword was cut out, Ke Wenzhou frowned and gave a soft hey.

In Ning Changjiu's hand, the silver sword was gone, and the sword spirit lingering around him seemed to be forcibly taken back into the body by him.

At the same time, in the Golden Crow Kingdom, the fifth sacred pillar collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ke Wenzhou vaguely saw that there was a large hall painted in the **** pillar, and there was a pair of young girls in the main hall.

He is puzzled. Even if this sacred pillar is fake, I don't know the truth, why does it collapse under my own gaze? Or is there someone else who knows the truth and is watching here?

There is no room to think about it anymore.

Without the sword spirit and the kingdom of God, the figure that Ning Changjiu rushed towards was really looking for death.

His sword hit Ning Changjiu accurately.

The sword light is as bright as snow.

Ning Changjiu’s sword aura was broken up, his body was cut open, the blood was sprinkled, and the sword aura quickly evaporated. His body was covered with tens of thousands of cracks in an instant, and his pupils were also sword aura. Zhonghuan dispersed, behind him, the red sun burst, and the golden crow wailed and flew back to the purple mansion where he was about to be beheaded. Then, along with his remnant body, he was smashed into the highest by the sword master’s unmatched sword aura. The sky.

The sky also cracked.

The sea of ​​ruins was revealed afterwards.

Xuhai is the largest marshland, and instantly envelops his remains.

Ke Wenzhou could perceive that Ning Changjiu had already died under his sword, and the sea of ​​ruins was his bone-buried place, the place where only blind fish and spirit swallowers could survive. Will slowly wear out his last soul.

The sword aura increased, pushing the bones of the young man in white, disappearing without a trace in the sea of ​​ruins.

At this moment, whether it is Lu Jiajia from Nanming Sea or Shao Xiaoli from Gu Lingzong, they all have a feeling of trampling in the air in their dreams—it seems that something extremely important has disappeared, and it will eventually disappear. Disappear!

Lu Jiajia looked up at the top, staring up frantically after a moment in a daze. Shao Xiaoli has also rushed out of the Nether Ancient Country desperately.

In the red building, Si Ming held his heart, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her long hair was instantly pale into snow. She raised her head and saw the long bright candle on the table dangling and then went out.

Bai Zang also felt that something was wrong... Nan Xing was close in front of him, could it be that they were a step late, could it be that Chang'e was also wrong?

She looked at Ye Chan Palace excitedly, trying to find a clue.

Ye Chan Palace slowly opened, staring at the front, his face remained peaceful, as if the moon had never changed.

The bronze horse gallops in the night, and in front of him, the ancient Lingzong has outlined the outline.

Xiguo, Zhao Xianger, who was watching the water mirror, had been fascinated for a long time.

She watched the sea of ​​seas crack open, and watched Ning Changjiu's non-human body sink into it, no longer visible. She was struck by lightning, her spirits dull, and she didn't react for a long time.

Next, she understood the reason for the collapse of the Golden Crow Kingdom.

The fifth "rebirth" pillar is wrong.

She clearly saw that Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were the only two people in the sacred pillar. Not only were there no ghosts of Ning Qinshui, there was no Madam Bai's prying eyes and the panicked civil and military ministers.

She was not there, but she knew what happened that day.

So she can see the mistake of'Rebirth' at a glance.

It was precisely because of my gaze from thousands of miles away that the pillar of God collapsed first.

Before the sacred pillar collapsed, he put the sword spirit into his body, and the last sword was almost suicidal.

Why did he build such a pillar? Is this intentional? Does he know that I am looking at him?

A lot of questions are coming, and Zhao Xianger's worry is not diminished at all, because she really can't feel Ning Changjiu's breath... Ning Changjiu, what are you going to do? !

In the Ancient Nether Kingdom.

Ning Xiaoling sat on the **** seat, and Jiuyou discovered that Mingjun's figure was trembling today.

But the girl did not open her eyes.

If the sea of ​​her mind is a gloomy lake, then at the moment the brother died, there was a drop of water on the quiet, mirror-like lake.

The girl answered with her mind:

"I see, brother."

……

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(There is a small chapter later)