Beyond the Divine States Chapter 427: : Sword to Guhuang

For the funeral of the real dragon...

The cold hiss of the ghosts echoed in the wind, and the faceless figures held the jade wat and touched their foreheads, as if they were doing some kind of prayer. The faces grew out of shocking whiskers. Things, like dragon's beard and hair.

The remaining twelve disciples who meditated were silent, unaware of this horrible scene.

Liu Junzhuo calmed down quickly, and she found that she could see them and communicate with them, all due to the power of the remnant country in her body.

Can you only see them if you have a godhead?

True dragon. The first reaction in Liu Junzhuo's heart was Candle Dragon.

When many ancient gods die, the fallen corpses will turn into many low-mana imps, and these imps will die after completing the funeral for their bodies.

These ghostly officials in front of me seem to be the same.

Wait...

Liu Junzhuo squinted her eyes, and she found that when she stared at the wall with divine eyes, many strange symbols appeared on the wall.

Liu Junzhuo stared at the symbols. At first, she thought it was a mural, but after a closer look, she discovered that it seemed to be some kind of spell.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it against the wall, pulling out a strand of charm like a cocoon, and condensed it between her fingers to look carefully.

"The Art of Yan Puppet?"

Liu Jun Zhuoxiu's eyebrows trembled slightly, her mouth half-opened as her pupils flickered, and many thoughts came to her heart.

There are many types of puppet art, but they are inseparable from their sect. The purpose is to control.

It's like people manipulating puppets with silk threads, manipulating other people with many spiritual illusions.

Although these spells are extremely complex, Liu Junzhuo's vision is also very high, and he can see their essence at a glance.

The art of puppet...

What is Master going to do? What does he want to manipulate with these ghost shadow puppets? Is the real dragon dead...

No!

Liu Junzhuo was thinking, what Ning Changjiu said to her flashed through his mind like lightning.

If the master is a demon, if the master has been deceiving them, then these puppets...fourteen puppets...

No, they are not puppets!

If Ning hasn't made a mistake for a long time, it is very likely that he and other disciples are the puppets!

These ghosts are immersed day and night in the corridor filled with the secrets of puppetry. They are the ones who hold the silk thread, and they, who don’t know anything, will most likely be in the dark. Unconsciously become a puppet controlled by them!

Liu Junzhuo stared at the ghosts walking on the ouroboros-like ancient corridor, and the thoughts in his heart were like unquenchable evil spirits. He gradually probed underwater, revealing a face with blue fangs.

How could this be?

Liu Jun Zhuo looked at them, and at the junior and junior sisters who didn't know anything, his lips moved, wondering whether to tell them what he thought.

She couldn't accept her conjecture.

If she guessed right, then they might all be the victims of Master. As for what Master sacrificed them... it might be related to the candle dragon, but by then, they might have lost their minds.

Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes, and the heroic spirit between the beautiful eyebrows was broken by a little click.

She stumbled back into her grid, gasping for breath, her ink hair draped, describing depression.

She even hoped that she had been kept in the dark, not spying on all this through God's eyes.

But since you have seen it, how can you treat it as ignorance?

After a long time, the woman with disheveled hair slowly raised her head, her gaze flicked over the quiet silhouettes of the younger brothers and sisters, her lips were pressed into blades, and a firm light gradually appeared in her pupils.

"I won't let you die."

Liu Junzhuo looked at them and gave his promise.

No one heard.

……

……

In the Golden Crow Kingdom, Bai Zang raised his head like a tabby cat, looked at the proud sun in the sky, and wailed.

Si Ming said: "She said, I can replace it."

Shao Xiaoli laughed and said: "If you are a dog, maybe you can stay in the nursing home, and the cat will form a ball by itself and get away."

Bai Zang kept shouting at Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli didn't care what she was talking about, but sneered and said: "Little white cat, you must know that you can survive only because your meat is not delicious."

The momentum of Baizang is a bit lower.

She stepped aside in silence, lay down weakly, licking her paws.

She raised her head while licking, and glanced at the statue of Xihe in the middle, showing the vicissitudes of life in her pupils.

Shao Xiaoli's gaze also fell, and he looked at the statue of the goddess, thinking that this is the founder of Xifan?

In a blink of an eye, the old people in the past have become ancients.

Si Ming also looked over. She had a hunch that she would see Zhao Xiang'er again in a short time. After leaving Guyun City, she would often think of the beautiful and proud figure of that girl. She couldn't imagine how such a proud girl would one day be bullied by Ning Changjiu.

Although she was looking forward to that scene, Ning Changjiu is her husband after all, so she shouldn't have this idea...

Thinking about this, Si Ming cast a face coldly on the floor, and looked at the statue of Xihe indifferently, with an expression of indifference.

Shao Xiaoli sighed softly: "Sister Xueci, why has your hair turned red again?"

"..."

This time, Si Ming looked into the eyes of the statue of Xihe, really annoyed.

Above the temple.

Lu Jiajia is holding Ye Chan Palace in the sun.

The huge sun was on fire, Lu Jiajia's sword body felt induction, and it was also hot because of it, while Ye Changong calmly stretched out his hand into the flowing flame, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

Lu Jiajia could feel that the coldness of Ye Chan's palace and the heat of the red sun opposed, and it was still cold in the end.

Not only that, but where her palm fell, the red sun miraculously gradually condensed thin ice.

"Your body is very hot." Ye Chan Gong said.

Lu Jiajia asked: "Can't Master feel the temperature?"

Ye Chan Palace gently shook his head and said: "It's a little warm, but it's just a little..."

Lu Jiajia showed a look of pity.

Ye Chan Gong said: "Don't feel pitiful, because it has been like this for tens of thousands of years. Warmth is nothingness to me. I don't have to feel sorry or happy for nothingness."

Lu Jiajia couldn't help asking: "Has the master always been like this? Thousands of years ago, was it like this when we were with Changjiu?"

Ye Chan Gong's first lightly clicked: "It has always been like this."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Can't you feel the strong emotions?"

Ye Changong lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, she whispered: "I have been trying to express my emotions."

Lu Jiajia doesn't know how to speak.

The moving voice of Ye Chan Palace is still not mixed with emotions: "The moon hangs in the sky, it is a spherical shape, but in the poetry of the world, the description of the moon is nothing more than a jade plate, an ice wheel, a jade mirror... In people’s eyes, the moon It should be such a flat surface without thickness."

As stated in the poem, she was born thin, and the eclipse is just a celestial phenomenon, not her joys and sorrows.

But this is all she has tried to express.

Ye Chan Gong said softly, suddenly he got out of Lu Jiajia's arms and jumped into the hot sea of ​​fire.

The flame engulfed her dress and her quiet face.

Ye Chan Palace was immersed in it, and finally felt a little strange after a long time.

Is this warm...

Ye Changong couldn't help but recalled the past of slaying demons with Yi.

In the huge valley, the demon **** was pierced with an arrow through the heart. She stood in front of the hideous head and disturbed her mind with dreams. The young man on the cloud bowed her back, drew out a long knife, fell in the air, and slashed with a knife. Go to the head of the demon god.

This is an ordinary scene for them.

"Another one was killed. Most of the demon gods of the six gods in the early days have been withered." Yi said.

She nodded lightly, using ‘life’ as a medium to absorb the power of the demon god.

"It's hot, this devil's grievance is heavier than the others." Yi said as he cut out the inner core of its heart, looking at the white gas gushing out in front of it.

"Hot?" Ye Changong fell to his side, and stretched out his hand at the hot white gas inspired by the blood.

She shook her head lightly, she could feel the cry of resentment, and she was unaware of the so-called hot.

"Can you still not feel it?" Yi asked.

"Um," she said.

"Then why can you perceive cold?"

How can you know cold if you don’t know how hot?

"Because..."

She hesitated for a long time and told the truth: "I don't know what cold is, but a female gentleman told me that cold would appear weak and arouse people's desire for protection. I guess she was right. , So I will say to you occasionally."

"Is that so..." Yi cut out the inner alchemy, rinsed it away with aura, and then divided everything into two as if cutting fruit, two of them one and half, "Which female gentleman taught you that?"

"Luo Shen," she said.

Yi smiled and ate half of the inner alchemy.

She sipped her inner alchemy, regaining her aura, and suddenly asked: "Why is the sun hot, this star is hot, and only the moon is cold?"

Yi thought for a while and explained: "Solar energy splits into high temperature, so it is hot. This blue star bears the sun's light, and there are clothes that condense in the atmosphere to keep the temperature, so it is also hot. The moon has no clothes... When the daylight recedes, all temperatures will look like false and will drop rapidly."

She lowered her head, thought about it for a while, pressed her pink lips lightly, and said: "It turns out, I didn't wear clothes."

Yi was stunned, wondering if she really didn't understand, or if she was hiding some careful thoughts.

She raised her head, her soft cheeks curled up with a faint smile: "I'm... so cold."

……

In the sun, Ye Changong thought about the past, and subconsciously opened his arms, but did not hug anything.

She wandered in it for a long time, and was finally picked up by Lu Jiajia with a worried expression on her face.

"Master, where's your clothes?" Lu Jiajia held her in his arms, looked at the girl's exquisite face, and asked: "Did it be eaten by the sun?"

Ye Chan Palace’s words were childish: "The moon doesn’t have clothes."

Lu Jiama frowned and said: "How come this sounds like Ning Changjiu said?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "It's him."

"Hey..." Lu Jiajia smiled helplessly, and said, "Master, don't believe his nonsense."

"Hmm."

Lu Jiajia said, calling Shao Xiaoli and Si Ming to choose new clothes for Master.

"In the future, apart from clothes, go to the sun to bathe, otherwise it will be burned." Shao Xiaoli said.

"Yeah." Ye Changong nodded.

"It's okay, it's all the clothes that Jiuyou snatched. This time it was not the money for the wedding." Si Ming said with a smile.

"What's okay?" Shao Xiaoli retorted: "These fabrics are precious, and you can't wear them in Duanjiecheng, Master Snow Porcelain, can you be a little cherished!"

"Yes, Xiao Li is right, no matter how big a family is, you can't spend it at will." Lu Jia married.

Shao Xiaoli got support, hands on hips, more aura, and said: "Yes, little girls should listen to adults, or they should be spanked."

Of course the little girl is referring to Ye Chan Palace.

After speaking, the atmosphere solidified slightly, and Shao Xiaoli knew that it was a little floating, and quickly covered his lips.

Lu Jiajia and Si Ming looked at her together: "How did you talk to Master?"

Shao Xiaoli was about to apologize, but saw Ye Changong jump off the chair. At this moment, she was already wearing a black skirt and snow-white cotton socks. She stood steadily and graciously, as if playing a child, gentle Said: "Well, I will be obedient."

The three of them looked at Master's small and exquisite, courteous appearance, and held their breath slightly.

"Hey, Sister Xueci, your hair..." Shao Xiaoli said in surprise.

"Hair..." Si Ming picked up a lock of hair, startled slightly, and said angrily: "Xiao Li, I'm not as good at talking as the master."

"Hey, Xiaoli was wrong..."

Bai Zang was lying at the door, listening to their squabbles, and yawned silently, feeling that he was incompatible with this world.

At present, the fight is only temporary.

Soon, they began to discuss Gu Huang's battle plan.

They did not evade Bai Zang, so Bai Zang dragged the keel chain and listened quietly, sometimes meowing a few times to express his opinions.

Generally speaking, marching in the world may also pay attention to the formation, but for the real top victory, it may even be only between one sword.

Only for a dying Ke Wenzhou, they are of course fearless, but at this moment what they really have to face is the Dark Lord who is above the kingdom of God.

In such a battle, Shao Xiaoli, who has just entered the Five Realms, will naturally not participate. At that time, she will cooperate with others to intercept the sword pavilion disciples who may appear. The one who is really responsible for the battle against the Juggernaut is only Ning Changjiu and his. Kingdom of God.

……

Ning Changjiu stood on the tip of the sword in the night sky.

The tip of the sword is silvery white.

All the scenery retreats at an unimaginable speed under the feet, and the whole world looks like colorful lines to the naked eye.

The point of the sword points straight to the northwest.

"I'm still 70% sure." Liu Xiwan said.

"Huh? Why is there only 70% left?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Because the closer I get there, the more ominous I feel." Liu Xiwan said worriedly.

In the pure white sea of ​​knowledge, she knelt down and sat on the water, looking at her reflection in the water, her eyes flickering.

Ning Changjiu smiled bitterly and said, "You didn't make a promise yesterday? It's only one day. Two days later, isn't it going to be reduced to 100%?"

"Let’s stop talking cool words." Liu Xiwan said: "The power of the sword is only related to the owner of the sword, I don’t count it."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Well, as a master, I will do my best."

Liu Xiwan clenched her silver teeth, always feeling that this villain was taking advantage of herself again.

Above Middle-earth, the silver sword whizzed away.

In the sky list, the young evil man in black clothes all his life walked out of the building, looking up at the sky, there was no expression in his eyes.

Ning Changjiu glanced at it in the distance.

He understands that evil has been eroded by the Dark Lord, and he has not been really killed, just because he is the God of the Earth, his body runs through the entire world, and the Dark Lord needs to uproot the entire world to kill him. Therefore, the dark master just divided him, giving him an extra sister who can be killed.

This sister became a threat to him. In order to ensure the survival of the poem, he could only tell Ning Changjiu the secrets he knew in the form of stories.

This is not only the deep-rooted relationship between brothers and sisters in the bloodline, but also, if the sister dies, the earth will never be complete, even if the dark lord is repelled, the world will wither sooner or later.

"I awakened you...I will take them back, people of the stars, please calm down..."

Evil stretched out his hand to the sky.

Tears flowed down the cheeks of the boy in black.

He made a promise like this, not knowing who made it to.

Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of swords in the sky cannot be heard.

Soon, Ning Changjiu passed Jiange and Eighty One City.

The Eighty-Eleven City was the former fairy city. Five hundred years ago, the saint smashed the fairy court that had no fairy, and they fell to the world.

The appearance of Xian Ting at that time, Si Ming had seen it in the Kingdom of the Gods of Yan Fu—countless bones hanging upside down neatly like a lush wheat field.

Ning Changjiu lowered his head and saw two familiar figures standing on the side of Eighty One City.

Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng and Bai Ze.

They also looked at themselves.

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth to them, and said two words hastily and seriously.

The sword continues to sweep forward.

While passing by the sword pavilion, Ning Changjiu deliberately stopped the sword, and patrolled in the sword pavilion with the eyes of the lunar yin.

He also didn't see anything.

The disciple of the sword pavilion should have left the sword pavilion, otherwise, only the gods of the same level as him can deceive his lunar eye.

The sword flicked past.

In this way, the entire continent was spanned.

In the sound of the North Sea of ​​Underworld, Si Li, the fourth elder sister, stood on the beach with a weapon box on her back. Holding a long spear and a war knife on her shoulder, she faced the west direction. She moved and swept away suddenly.

Bai Ze and the Nine Spirit Yuan Sage also looked out to the northwest.

A little monkey followed them.

"Xiaoru, little idea...they are gone..."

The little monkey seems to have been infatuated, shaking his body and muttering to himself.

After Ten Thousand Demons City, it fell back into the mountains and forests, and turned into a monkey again, and no one went to look for it.

It remembered a lot of things, remembered its own birth... It was originally a pinnacle in the sea, but after the world was in chaos, it was pulled out by the saints, no longer Zhenhai, but disturbing the world.

It saw the corpses piled up like a mountain under its body.

Those corpses were smashed to pieces, with twisted faces, shattered bones, and the grief of crippled people, but at that time it was set like a Buddha, holding it in the hands of a saint is even more unfavorable. It listens to the sadness of the demon god. Howl, listening to the howling of the monster beast, was washed with blood over and over again by the salty sea water and the rainstorm.

Afterwards, many books have told their stories.

But it knew that the story was false, and the bootstrapped sacred stick swung to the sky and turned upside down, followed by a five-hundred-year suppression.

The people in the story hope that he can tie his heart and mind and become a Buddha.

But it knows that if the saint is given a hundred chances, the saint will still kill the infinitely dark sky a hundred times.

That brave heart belongs to the saint, never its.

So after losing the Ten Thousand Demons City, it quickly got lost, thinking it was just an ordinary monkey. In order to separate itself from the past, it cut its tail into three pieces with its own hands.

From then on, it is no longer satisfactory.

The wind and thunder of Wanli Demon City have passed, and the little monkey stood between the two lions, his expression still in a trance.

"Freedom is in your heart."

Nine Spirit Yuansheng held his head and said in a deep voice.

The little monkey wakes up for a while.

It raised its head and looked at the impenetrable steel city adjoining it.

"Do you really want to do this?" the little monkey asked in horror.

Bai Ze said: "If there is no other way, let us be the devil that slaughters hundreds of thousands of people."

The little monkey shook his head and said: "If the saint knew, he would rather die inside than come out."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng Chang sighed: "The dead humans and demons in those days were all brave. Their value is more than this mere eighty-one cities, but they are all dead. If we don’t Keep doing it, then their death will be meaningless, and we will lose our future..."

The little monkey opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute it. It is the hardest wand in the world, but when no one is holding it, it has a soft heart.

"You don't have to comfort yourself." Bai Ze looked at the Nine Spirit Yuansheng, and said: "The one who was against the sky back then was basically because he saw the ugly bones of Xian Ting, so he held the sword angrily and opened a way for himself. They are not the same. They are just the living people of the Eighty-Eleven City. Although in a sense, they are a means to suppress the benevolence of the saints, but they don’t know anything."

"That's right!" The little monkey nodded repeatedly. This is really what it wants to express, but doesn't know how to organize its words.

But Bai Ze quickly said: "So we are demons. If the warrior can't drive the darkness out, let the demons come... Then let us come."

The little monkey raised his head, opened his mouth, and said bitterly: "There is no... is there any other way?"

Neither lion spoke.

After a while, Nine Spirit Yuan Shengcai said: "Is it your little brother who just flew over?"

"Yeah." Bai Ze nodded.

"What did he say to you?" Nine Spirit Yuansheng asked.

Bai Ze was silent for a while, and said: "He said, no."

……

The silver sword continues forward.

Further ahead, there is no extra scene, except for the city and the barren mountains.

Three days later.

November 12th.

The shadow of the God Painting Building passed in front of my eyes, and the three seniors in red clothes stood on the tall building, their figure thin.

He seldom leaves the Shenhualou without permission unless it is really important.

Shenhualou is in charge of a period of 3,000 to 4,000 years of history.

"Brother San."

Ning Changjiu stopped his sword in front of the Shenhua Building.

Ji Xuan looked at him and said straightforwardly: "Ke Wenzhou is in Guhuang."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Is there any change in him?"

Ji Xuandao: "He is nowhere to be seen during the day, but he will wander in Gu Huang at night, acting like... a ghost."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Is there any secret in Gu Huang?"

Ji Xuandao: "I have explored, and there may be candle dragon bones buried in the depths of Gu Huang... but at most it is just bones, and there are no more secrets."

"Then..." Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Where is Ke Wenzhou's realm at this moment?"

Ji Xuandao: "I played a sword against him."

"And then?" Ning Changjiu asked quickly.

Ji Xuan sighed and said: "My **** painting will split when it meets him. Even a part of Xuanze's original power can't get close to it. Junior brother, please be more careful."

The sunset falls, and the night comes.

Gu Huang heard the sound of sharpening swords.