Beyond the Divine States Chapter 419: : Cut my body and bone into a sword and a coffin

In the early morning, the waves rolled and the sky broke.

When the light came from far away, the sky blew up.

It was the first pure wind, with the same pure sword intent.

Sword intent comes from the direction of Ancient Lingzong.

In the red building, the ever-bright candle was lit again. Si Ming looked at the candle, and the ice in his eyes slowly melted, making him clear and clear.

Next, Si Ming felt his cheek pecked, as if being kissed by the wind.

Si Ming turned her head and didn't see anything. After a while, Ye Changong appeared with a blanket wrapped in a quilt. She seemed to have exhausted her strength. After walking back to the Red Mansion, she gently lay down on Si Ming's. In the arms.

"Master, are you sleepy?" Si Ming asked in a low voice.

Ye Chan Gong said: "When the sun comes out, of course the moon should sleep."

Speaking, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Si Ming's arms.

Si Ming looked at the girl who was a little petite again, and sighed pityingly after a long time. She made a bed and let the master lie down, and then grabbed Bai Zang who was idly looking outside. Be a soft pillow for the master.

Bai Zang yelled meowly, very reluctantly.

By the sea, Shao Xiaoli knelt on the cliff, and felt that she was wrapped in a gust of wind. She looked sideways and vaguely saw Ning Changjiu's fuzzy shadow. It was not a real person, but a spirituality. He smiled at himself, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her hair.

Shao Xiaoli stared at him blankly, lost.

Surrounded in the sky, there is a rushing Luo River connected end to end, and then it stops and falls like a waterfall.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, blocking her head like an umbrella, and he smiled at her slightly.

"Boss..."

Shao Xiaoli involuntarily recalled the way he walked out of the light curtain before the light curtain, and murmured softly.

She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the wind, but the wind slipped between her fingers lightly and floated towards the sea.

After experiencing the fierce battle of the sea, I looked sad and desolate at a glance. At this moment, the breeze was light and the waves finally seemed soft.

Lu Jiajia turned around and looked around.

There are countless gentle winds oncoming, the wind poured into his white dress, and then it swept past his ears, sides, and sleeves.

Beside her, the fragments of the sun flew away and shattered into sparkling spots on the sea.

These tens of millions of strands of wind are like the hair of a girl, blowing from far away, and then rising vertically on the surface of the sea, converging into a human form in the virtual world, at the same time, the sun has completely lifted the surface of the sea, and the light is like Thousands of arrows pierced the mist, illuminating the wind.

Above the virtual realm, in front of Ke Wenzhou, the thin figure of the young man condensed in the endless wind.

Behind him, the Red Sun and the Golden Crow appeared.

The young man gazes calmly at the old man in the sky with his arms folded.

"A sword just now really deserves to be the number one sword in the world. Ning will never forget it."

Ke Wenzhou also looked at him, and sighed: "It's amazing, worthy of him, and worthy of being the one who will be killed by God."

Ning Changjiu said: "I also want to thank Master Juggernaut for sending me this journey."

Ke Wenzhou looked at him and asked: "You should be a spiritual body at this moment?"

Ning Changjiu said: "This is the body of a god."

"Divine Body..." Ke Wenzhou was convinced that the other party had truly ascended the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom and obtained the authority that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. He lowered his head, looked at his old body, and said: "The physical body is weak and mortal, and everything you ask for in your life is immortal. Can you wait for the divine body to be immortal?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "No."

Ke Wenzhou nodded, seemingly regretful. He looked at Ning Changjiu, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you still you after those few rebirths?"

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and felt the pure light in his body.

He once thought about this question, the disciples who were unobservable in the past life, the little Taoist priests who followed Ning Qinshui in this life, and...the self now. Are you really all yourself?

He still doesn't know whether the three souls he saw in the heavenly catastrophe in the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom are fantasy dreams.

Together with Lu Jiajia across Nanzhou, when he headed to Middle Earth, he also swallowed the Nether Scrolls and summoned the souls that had died. At that time, a terrifying thought came into his heart, and he couldn't restrain it. I thought of myself who was a little stupid before I was born again.

The Nether Scroll got the order and began to call upon souls. At that time, Ning Chang didn't have the courage to see if the Netherworld Scroll could be successfully summoned.

Because he is afraid, if the ancient scroll is really successful, then what is he?

After an individual has differentiated from another individual, is he a vassal or another independent individual? Does it depend on whose will?

Also, if that individual died, did he die by himself? What is the living one?

These were questions that Ning Changjiu deliberately avoided.

But now he has realized and relieved.

Dijun, Yi, those short-lived lifetimes, unobservable disciples, little Taoist priests from the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, and the current self...

He lives to this day because he hasn't finished his business.

When people die, they will condense into resentful spirits if they do not change their thoughts. He is also a resentful spirit... a bright resentful spirit!

He doesn't need to think about me, he just needs to know why he was born and why he died.

The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, but the will is immortal.

This is also the meaning of his existence.

"I am still me."

Ning Changjiu looked at the Sword Saint, stretched out his hand, the silver sword light condensed in his hand, and the spiritual short-haired girl lingered out, opening slightly resentful clear eyes.

Ke Wenzhou Chang sighed: "Natural disasters, earth begets demons, draw your bow and shoot for nine days...Da Yi, you are finally back."

The boy shook his head and said firmly: "I am Ning Changjiu."

……

Sword light is spilled in the virtual realm.

It was a clear and bright sword light, like a full dew, reflecting the morning sun, accumulating the mysterious breath of yin and yang.

They condense into the shape of a sword by Ning Changjiu's side, like small flowers blooming in a desolate realm.

Ke Wenzhou looked at these sword auras, his old eyes were filled with light, and he seemed to be back when he was young, watching the first sword aura he had cut out for a long time, and then he was ecstatic. .

But his body is decayed. Even the legendary three realms can't survive the double attrition of time and heaven and earth.

He looked at the young man in white clothes, just envious.

In Jianguang, Ke Wenzhou raised his left arm.

He holds a cast iron token in his hand. It is a unique order of the sword pavilion master and a symbol of the identity of the pavilion master. Holding this token, you can number all the swords in the world.

If this is the Middle-earth sword pavilion, when Na Ke Wenzhou holds this token, he will be able to see the magnificent scene of the coming of ten thousand swords when his mind is fully urged.

But here the sky is high and the road is far away, and only a few hundreds of swords responded.

They came from the misty building, or from nearby large and small sects, and some sank to the bottom of the sea. They had long been broken and settled in the sand, leaving only the broken copper and broken iron in the shape of a embryo.

Hundreds of swords are like a flock of birds, rushing toward the virtual realm.

That will be the highest point they have reached in this life, and it will be their grave.

The decisive battle at the highest peak of kendo in the world for five hundred years has happened quietly in this sky.

Lu Jiajia, Shao Xiaoli, Si Ming, Ning Xiaoling, Zhao Xianger...

...They stared at the clouds together from near and far, quietly waiting for the end of the battle.

The Juggernaut has pulled the realm to the apex of this life, exhausting his fascination.

Ning Changjiu is no exception.

Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan's minds are almost integrated. They share every ray of light and feel every ray of exquisite sword intent.

The swords and shadows in the sky are vertical and horizontal, and the sharp edges are intertwined in the virtual world. The blue-gray sky is cut apart by them.

The sword saint's hair was cut off, his robe was pierced, and the sword light penetrated through his almost skinny body, but failed to pierce blood.

He is like a real puppet.

The hundreds of swords that came with the call of the sword order also turned into iron filings and powder, which was blown away by the clear sword wind, and turned into gray snow falling to the sea.

Ning Changjiu stood in the virtual realm, continuously handing the sword.

In Jianguang, there are the childish self, the juvenile self, and the current self. They hold different swords, but have similar eyes.

The sword light pierced the air like a thousand arrows, whizzing away.

Ke Wenzhou stood in place, his earlobes were cut off, his eyebrows were cracked, the bridge of his nose was broken from it, the little finger of his left hand was also broken, and the bones pierced from it can be seen at the skinny scar. At the most stubborn punishment, not a piece of skin is intact.

Soon after, blood poured out, pouring him into a blood man.

"I studied swords at the age of sixteen and entered Dao within a month. At the age of seventeen, I came from behind and defeated all my peers. At the age of eighteen, I entered the purple court and became the peak of the purple court for more than ten years. , I finally met a saint, the saint said that I was rebellious, but he still accepted me as a disciple."

Ke Wenzhou was tortured by ten thousand swords, and his words trembled: "One year later, I entered the five realms, and then the world was turbulent... At the age of seventy-eight, I founded the Jiange and proclaimed myself the best sword in the world. This name has been five hundred years, no one can shake it, and finally... it is finally handed over to you today."

Ning Changjiu said indifferently: "You are clearly looking forward to the road, and you will not hesitate to betray all pursuits, so why do you have to be burdened by your fame?"

Ke Wenzhou could not give an answer.

Ning Changjiu held the sword of silver and sent it into Ke Wenzhou's chest, "Then this imaginary name will be buried in the virtual realm with you, and returned to the sea of ​​ruins."

Ke Wenzhou lowered his head and looked at his sword penetrating his body. There was no pain or sorrow on his face.

He lost, lost to Ning Changjiu.

It was a failure of pure sword intent and sword aura, and it was inferior to human skills.

He is convinced and has no dissatisfaction, but he always feels that there is still something he hasn't done yet, but he can't remember what it is. The only thing he can grasp emotionally is strong regret.

That's it.

For a celebrity who is victorious in all battles, defeat is often tied to death.

He has been from Guyun City all the way to the present, after all, he has not escaped death.

He should have died peacefully.

But what makes Ke Wenzhou more painful is that even if it is death, he cannot dominate. Because he has long been attached to the Dao of Heaven, he is the puppet of the Dark Lord, and he has no right to control his own life and death at all!

Ning Changjiu's sword should have killed his life, but the Dark Lord refused him to die.

Above the farther sky, an eye as huge as the sky opened in the darkness!

The pupils seem to have dense insect shadows walking around, making the sound of insects flashing their wings, and the picture makes the scalp numb.

To this day, Ke Wenzhou truly perceives the existence of the Dark Lord for the first time.

The illusory heavenly way is turned into an entity.

An unprecedented power was poured from the virtual realm, and it fell precisely into Ke Wenzhou's dying body.

Ning Changjiu cut his sword light, but couldn't stop the process.

The eye of the lunar yin expands. Ning Changjiu took this opportunity to contact the biggest enemy in the legend-Dark Lord for the first time.

The light enveloped his spirit, and he followed the rift in the virtual world upwards, and finally touched the tip of the huge iceberg.

Ghost!

This is Ning Changjiu's first impression. It is exactly the same as the fairy in Baicheng.

Ning Changjiu doesn't know how to describe the picture he saw... It is a hazy and chaotic existence. It has no specific image, but it looks like a big caterpillar lying on a leaf, wriggling its body and biting the leaf. In its body, there are endless invisible resentments. Those resentments are like whirlpools, and countless open ones, staring at their own eyes, their sounds are like scraping knives. Wake up the contractures and pain from the soul.

That's a ghost, a ghost in the universe!

The whirlpool of resentment produces infinite suction, and Ning's long-lasting lunar eye is firmly locked, and it is about to be swallowed into the belly of the ghost...It seems to feed on authority!

Ning Chang did not hesitate for a long time, and immediately let the sword spirit cut off the connection with the sea of ​​knowledge and withdrew his will in time.

If it is a little later, his lunar eyes will be swallowed directly by the opponent.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes again.

Ahead, Ke Wenzhou's pupils are completely dark. In his flesh and blood body, the internal organs have disappeared, and they are melted by the breath of the Dark Lord. A black sword emerged from Ke Wenzhou's left hand, without any luster.

Ning Changjiu knew that his opponent had changed.

The opponent is no longer the sword sage Ke Wenzhou, but a puppet after receiving a gift from the Dark Lord.

This is the real opponent he will face after he attains the position of God.

The peak of the five realms is the limit of most ascetics, but for them today, the legendary line of the three realms is about to be crossed.

The Juggernaut held the sword and slashed towards Ning Changjiu blankly.

Ning Changjiu knew that the swordsmanship was almost exhausted, even if he got the gift of the Dark Lord, it was the end of the end. He only had one chance. The same is true for myself.

He stared at the oncoming black sword of the Juggernaut, and the Golden Crow Kingdom opened at this moment.

The sun is full of radiance in the virtual realm.

……

In the kingdom of God, the pillars of mythological logic are shining brightly.

The long river of memory goes back and comes to history that is more advanced than the logic of mythology.

"Chang Xi, the Moon Palace has been barren for thousands of years. You are alone, aren't you alone?"

The young man with the crown of the emperor stood at the gate of the moon palace overflowing with brilliance and looked at the whirling shadow in the Guanghan Palace.

A clear and moving voice floated from it.

"The Mansion of Guanghan Qingxu has been like this for thousands of years. Why should I break the tranquility here?"

A woman wearing a gauze skirt stands beside the laurel. The gauze skirt is woven from moonlight, and one side is full of laurel. The fragrant fragrance always reminds people of the cold autumn days on earth.

Di Jun stood at the door and asked: "Are you going to the world?"

Chang Xi nodded: "The world is named after the sun and the moon, and there are countless beliefs derived from it. If you often go to the world, you should know better than me... Since they rely on us as sustenance, they can learn from the sun and the moon, but how can they bear it? ?"

Di Jun sighed and said: "You are in control concurrently killing and killing. I will persuade Xihe to go, don't worry."

Chang Xi shook her head, and said calmly: "I should also go to the world to see."

Di Jun asked: "Have you never gone out?"

Chang Xi stood under the laurel tree, holding her hands lightly. She looked around, looking at this cold and lonely cold palace, looking at the gray world outside, the stars hanging on the black sky, seemingly within reach. Actually nothing

Farther than far away.

Chang Xi's words are as thin and cold as this palace: "I have never left since I was born. If I don't want it, I can't."

Dijun was puzzled and asked: "You are a moon god, why should you stop here?"

"Because..."

Chang Xi wanted to say something but stopped, her gaze fell on the branch full of moonlight, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Di Jun understood, he looked at the laurel plant and asked: "Because of it?"

"Hmm."

"Why?"

"Because..." Chang Xi finally continued, "Because it is me."

Venus gave birth to Tianzang, Mars gave birth to Candle Dragon, Mercury gave birth to Xuanze, Pluto gave birth to Pluto... and so on.

In this galaxy, every important star will give birth to a **** that belongs to the star.

The moon is not as huge as they are.

But the moon is close to the star where the aura is the most luxuriant. After a long time, the moon prisoner finally gave birth to the first life-Laurel.

Laurel is not like the melilotus in the world. It was born on the moon, but it has no roots and leaves. It only blooms when the moon is full on the earth. It blooms with the moonlight and is full of joy. She is like an ordinary flower and tree. The same, unable to move, so I had to open the snow-like canopy and use the moonlight to reach the world far away.

It was late at night when the laurels opened, and the world was quiet. The consciousness of all people converged into a bigger sea of ​​dreams. There was no owner in the dream. Although the power was not strong, she liked it, and spontaneously took control of the dream. .

Day after day and year after year.

Things become refined over time.

Even the fetish laurel is the same.

One day, an impossibly beautiful woman walks out of the bay.

It is the imagination that has assembled all the dreams in the world, and it is the ultimate beauty in the secular sense. She wears a blue silk white dress, a gauze skirt, and a moon crown, which is truly dreamlike.

She is the **** of Moon Prisoners, and Lau Lau itself.

She built a lonely and cold palace around the laurel, imitating the standards of the world, and she lived in it like a human being, watching the red dust in the world from a distance, and the clouds were soothing.

But Laurel is Laurel after all. She can't stay away from "self", the size of the Guanghan Palace is the same as the range she can move around.

People are not plants, and who knows the helplessness of plants...

"It turns out that His Royal Highness Moon God is actually this laurel plant itself." The Emperor Jun realized later.

Chang Xi smiled indifferently: "Yeah, I actually envy you, the people of the world, and the freedom to come and go without having to endure the lonely life... Of course, I also know that they also envy me."

Di Jun asked: "But you decided to leave, how should you leave?"

Chang Xi replied: "Of course he took me away."

Many years later, the legend of a moon palace cutting osmanthus was widely spread in the world.

The protagonist of Fa Gui has changed many people in different legends, and no one knows which version is true.

But on the Moon Prisoner more than 4,000 years ago, Emperor Jun stood outside the Guanghan Palace and saw with his own eyes that Chang Xi had cut down the laurel with his own hands.

Her gentle and graceful figure was tense, as if suffering a lot of pain, and then, blood leaked from between the veil skirts, dyeing her moon-white clothes red.

The laurel was cut down in the Guanghan Palace and turned into a small crescent branch.

Chang Xi knelt weakly in a pool of blood while holding this cut moon branch.

She looked at Yuezhi, like a self-portrait in the mirror, with a very gentle expression, and said softly:

"If you want to take a sword that is made of good iron, it should be it."

"If you want to take good wood to repair the coffin of eternal sleep, it should also be it."

This is the story of Chang Xi Fagui.

After that, Chang Xi took it out of the deep palace and went to the world.

There is no moon tree in the Guanghan Palace, and no flowers can be seen on the moon prisoner.

There was no one in this gray starry sky, and no one watched her go away, looking forward to her return.

She is Laurel. Like this star, she surrounds the world clearly and eagerly, but she has been cold since ancient times.

……

"This is my sword and my coffin."

Ning Changjiu said in a low voice.

Until today, he didn't know that the master said this sentence to himself.

At the end of the previous life, the third national hunting plan completely failed. At the last moment, the master handed the moon stick to him by piercing his body, sending him back twelve years ago.

Yuezhi is the original body of Yechan Palace.

She gave him everything she had.

What will happen twelve years back in time is unknown to them.

However, life will combine swords to kill demons, and death will sleep in the same coffin, which may be her last wish in her previous life.

In the Golden Crow Kingdom, another brand-new pillar stood up from the ground.

The sacred pillar is located on the side of the first sacred pillar.

In there, the story of the era of Emperor Jun and Chang Xi is recorded.

This is a story that transcends the history of this world, but is real.

It was also their true beginning.

The golden crow hissed, and brighter light gushed out of it, illuminating the virtual world into a golden color.

"The acupuncture point of the human body is called death; the tip of the sword is faint and can be swallowed to give birth to light; if you forget a hundred skeletons, you are sad; if everything is cut, you can see the new life!"

Ning Changjiu and Liu Xiwan agree with each other, and they recite the sword art together silently.

That sword tactic is not something else, but the key to the heart of the Heavenly Sword Scripture!

The voices of the teenager and the girl overlapped, and at the same time, the silver sword burned like a rebellious life, emitting a sword light that penetrated the world.

The white-clothed boy held the sword in this way and cut it towards the Sword Master.

Tianyu Sword Scripture, the sword that must kill, just pierce it out!

……

In the red building outside the ancient Lingzong, the candlelight was shaking, Si Ming was taking care of Ye Chan Palace, and the girl’s breathing became weaker and weaker. Until this moment, she finally opened her eyes like a glimmer of light, and the white under her pillow Zang was trembling, motionless, only knowing that he whispered: "Heavenly Way, that's Heavenly Way! I smell the scent of the Dark Lord...the dark sun is coming, the dark sun is coming!"

Si Ming ignored Bai Zang's cry, she helped her master to stand up, and the two cuddled together, looking at the ever-changing candle on the table.

The candlelight flickered for several times to extinguish, and then raised its head tenaciously, and renewed its light several times.

Finally, the candlelight went out.

But it was not because the light was defeated by the darkness, but because this long-bright candle that had been burning for thousands of years burned out the wax.

Ye Chan Palace looked out.

The embers of the ashes fell in the sky.

In the Void Realm, only Ning Changjiu stood with his sword.

Ke Wenzhou, who had obtained the power of the Dark Lord, was cut into the Void Realm by him, and plunged into the extremely remote sea area. The remnant body was swept away by the waves.

"I can defeat such a Juggernaut, if there are thousands of me, can I work together to kill the body of the Dark Lord on the sky?" Ning Changjiu asked softly.

Liu Xiwan didn't know how to answer, and finally said firmly.

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

This sword also exhausted his strength. He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and fell down as he pleased.

He is extremely happy, not tired and scared at all, because he knows that no matter when, there will always be someone below him to catch him.