Beyond the Divine States Chapter 430: : The demon sees the demon in the twilight setting sun

The billowing smoke licked the sky, and the edge of the leaf corners of the trees below curled up, exuding the smell of withering.

The sound from the towering trees is like a cicada beating its abdomen, followed by the sound of felling trees and the angry roar of ancient beasts, and further away, a dragon with wings flies up into the sky, hovering like a goshawk. With.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the ancient dragon around him, his back was cold.

She was still standing in the Shenhua Building just now, but just for a moment, the historical picture of the Shenhua Building unfolded and she wrapped her in.

The virgin forest is in the front, the waves are churning in the back, and a river rushes past.

That seems to be Luohe.

She held a sword and wore a clean pear-colored dress, and appeared in this world somewhat out of place.

He looked at the dragons that gathered and the **** demon that continued to flow from a distance. The human stockade was wrapped in it. Many practitioners held iron swords and slaughtered them. The blood was in these pictures. Spilled out.

This...Where is this?

Shao Xiaoli looked at the vast river beneath her feet, and a sense of familiarity evoked in her heart... Is it Luohe?

"Master Luoshen, the demonic tide has been pushed over, the bull formation has been torn apart, and the elders of the southern stockade also went to stop them, but I am afraid they can't stop them, Lord Luoshen, you go!"

Someone ran up quickly, knelt in front of her, and shouted hoarsely.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the men in front of her and wanted to answer. In her heart, a voice that didn't belong to her rang: "I can't go."

The man shuddered and said: "We can't win! There are too many of them, and they can level all the villages near Luohe with their feet!"

The voice in Shao Xiaoli's heart sounded coldly again: "You go find the four elders and ask them to evacuate north with the civilians. After taking refuge in the snow-capped mountains, I will hold them and wait for someone to help."

"Waiting for someone to help...no one will come, Lord Luoshen, are you still waiting for him? Didn't you say that you want to take us to the bright world? You are dead, everything is over. !"

The blood-stained knife-holding subordinate shouted with excitement.

Shao Xiaoli looked at him, her heart twitching slightly. She turned her head and found that there were many more people around her, men, women, old and young, their ragged clothes, fear and hollow eyes looking at herself.

"Take us away."

"Master Luoshen, don't leave us..."

"There is no food in the snow-capped mountains, and we will die if we go."

"..."

Shao Xiaoli’s eardrums buzzed, and in the distance, there seemed to be a large number of giant beasts rushing towards here, and the earth kept shaking. In her heart, another self spoke again:

"I don't wait for anyone. I stay here, just want to make a **** road for you, and if it doesn't work, I will die with you."

After speaking, she uncontrollably walked towards the place where the dragon and the big demon roared in the distance.

The roar of the clansmen and subordinates was far behind.

Don't... don't...

Shao Xiaoli also yelled in her heart. In her eyes, she seemed to see the blood-stained Luohe again, saw the goshawk hovering and the setting sun falling, she died on the bank of the Luohe with her saber. The corpses were piled under her feet, and the people sheltered by her slowly walked from behind, kneeling together in a pool of blood.

Shao Xiaoli couldn't tell the truth or illusion for a while.

In the low roar of the devil dragon, coolness came out of his back. She held the sword, bowed her body, and stared at the gathered dragon, but her body had jumped out uncontrollably, as if she was completing a certain historical mission that had long been destined.

In the gray sky, beside Shao Xiaoli holding the sword, there were ray of white sword light wiping across his body.

She found some sobriety in this sword light.

In the intertwined light, blood splashed, and the huge bodies of dragons and demons fell to the ground one after another. Without waiting for her response, one hand wrapped her waist, and when the wind whizzed past her ears, she had come to the sky. .

"Master..."

Shao Xiaoli whispered softly, and her consciousness returned to her mind. She looked at the boy holding her and whispered: "I...I can beat them."

Ning Changjiu said: "Our enemy is not them, we don't have to waste time."

Jianhong fell to the ground, the Golden Crow flew out, Lu Jiajia and Si Ming took out the sword together, and stopped in front of the stockade. The bull formation in front had been broken through, and terrifying figures ran over like a group of apes.

Lu Jiajia and Si Ming looked at each other, and the black sword and the white sword pierced out together.

Shao Xiaoli stood behind them, watching the light gathering in the sky, and suddenly there was an urge to cry.

"Have you waited for him?"

In my heart, the faint voice sounded again.

Shao Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded with a mind: "Wait!"

"Wait...that's good."

The sound dissipated lightly.

Shao Xiaoli clutched his heart, if he gains or loses.

Ahead, the dragon and the demon screamed in the sword light, and the large tracts fell down like cutting a rice field.

This is after all an illusion of history, and the realm of those gods and demons appears false under their swords.

The people fleeing on the side looked at them in a daze, wondering where the soldiers descended.

The four quickly broke through here, all the way forward, and in a blink of an eye they came to the seaside of Beiming.

"Don't be afraid, this is just the historical illusion of the Shenhualou, which is the past three thousand years." Ning Changjiu patted Shao Xiaoli on the shoulder and comforted.

"I, I am not afraid." Shao Xiaoli said seriously: "I was not afraid back then!"

"Well, we Xiaoli are the bravest." Ning Changjiu looked at the girl beside him and smiled softly.

"Master, why are we here? Is that sheep so powerful? Can the master not beat it?" Shao Xiaoli asked.

Ning Changjiu explained: "It is closely connected with the world, and its power is far superior to the projections of the rest of the nations, but the projections are only projections. Of course I am not afraid of it now, but... Master said she wants to be quiet. "

"Master..."

Shao Xiaoli whispered softly.

Lu Jiajia and Si Mingyu Jian fly back.

Shao Xiaoli admired: "My sisters' swords are getting faster and faster."

Si Ming squeezed her cheek and sighed: "It's a pity that history is only history. Even if we kill everything here, we can't change the past at all."

"It doesn't matter, the past is over." Shao Xiaoli said as if nothing had happened.

Si Mingbing eyes melted, she walked to Shao Xiaoli's side and whispered: "The sea breeze ahead is very salty. If Xiaoli wants to cry, she can cry."

Shao Xiaoli pursed her lips and whispered: "What does it matter? Sister Si Ming is looking for Xiaoli to be happy again..."

Lu Jiajia at the forefront stopped.

By the shore of the North Ming, Bai Zang grew a bit bigger, lying on the ground, Ye Chan Palace, tied with a big butterfly end belt, stood on the charred black rock, looking at the smoky sunset, in his right eye The golden light is still flowing.

"Master, did Yuanjun come after him?" Lu Jiamarried asked.

Ye Chan Palace retracted his gaze and said: "It should have been chased."

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't be afraid, I am confident that I can kill Yuanjun Projection, but... I am afraid that there will be other enemies."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Did you kill Ke Wenzhou with your last sword?"

Ning Changjiu casts consciousness on Liu Xiwan in the lake of heart.

Liu Xiwan hesitated for a while, and said in annoyance: "What is the strength of our Heavenly Sword Scripture's mortal sword, don't you know it yourself?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, watching Lu married married, and said in a deep voice: "He might still be alive."

When leaving the space of the candle dragon corpse, the remnant of the young Ke Wenzhou fell into the bottom of the corpse, drowned by falling rocks and gushing spiritual energy, life and death are unknown.

At that time, Ning Changjiu opened the eyes of the lunar yin and took a hasty look. He vaguely discovered that there seemed to be pieces of consciousness hidden at the bottom of the Candle Dragon Sea of ​​Knowledge, but he had no time to tell what it was.

Lu Jiajia's eyebrows condensed, and said: "The dark power of the dark master is like the infinite authority you and I said. As long as it is immortal, it can be fully recovered."

Ning Changjiu also felt a trace of despair: "It has been so hard to kill a Ke Wenzhou. If the entire Dark Lord is like this, how can we win?"

Si Ming walked to the surface of the sea, looked at the vast sea, and said: "The creation responsible for protecting the previous civilization will kill the newly born us... This is too ironic."

Ning Changjiu said: "Perhaps this is the catastrophe of civilization."

Only after the catastrophe can you come to a brand new world.

Ning Changjiu walked to Ye Chan Palace, looked at her strangely colored right eye, and asked: "Master, what is going on with your eyes?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "I'm not sure yet, but I know it has something to do with fire."

"Tinder..." Ning Changjiu asked, "What are we here for?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "I have some ideas that need to be verified. I will let you know when I have completed the verification."

"Hmm." Ning Chang did not ask for a long time.

Any behavior that directly reveals one's thoughts may be spied by the existence above the kingdom of God, and Ye Changong could not speak out the thoughts in his heart before he could completely figure it out.

The girl finally glanced at Beiming's sea water. She hugged Bai Zang's neck, stepped up her petite body, and sat firmly on Bai Hu's back.

"Master, where are we going now?" Shao Xiaoli asked.

"Go earlier." Ye Chan Palace said: "Go to four thousand years."

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Middle-Earth, Jiange, Seventy-third Dongtian.

There are still five days left before Ke Wenzhou said that he will leave the customs.

In these days, Liu Junzhuo has tried to deal with the ghosts wandering in the ancient corridor, but she was surprised to find that these ghosts are like real undead, even if they are cut into thousands of pieces, they can still be the original model. Spliced ​​together intact.

They didn't pay attention to their swords, they just wandered around the ancient corridor in an orderly manner all day long.

Today, there was a sense of vibration from the northwest.

The events in the northwest were shocking to the world, and when the fluctuations reached Jiange, there was only a faint tremor.

But it was this faint tremor that stopped the ghosts wandering in the ancient corridor.

Liu Junzhuo sat in the grid and looked out.

She was shocked to find that these ghosts not only stopped, they also stretched out their hands and used their jade wats to hit the wall beside the retreat disciples.

Liu Junzhuo didn't think much, the power of the remnant country in the body was immediately driven, and the sword light suddenly appeared, her figure jumped, and the whole person dragged the sword across the past, arousing a large dazzling flash of light and shadow in the light and shadow , The ghosts fell to the ground torn apart, and then began to rejoin quickly.

At the same time, the disciples in Dongtian's retreat and tempering body slowly opened their eyes one by one.

The first to wake up was the master sister.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her standing in the ancient corridor holding a sword like an enemy, frowned and asked: "Junior sister...what are you doing?"

There are many squirming shadows between Liu Junzhuo and her, but obviously, Zhou Zhenyue can't see it.

Liu Jun Zhuo Tan opened his mouth slightly, wanting to explain.

But the other disciples also woke up quickly, and everyone looked at her subconsciously.

In her gaze, she felt her body a little stiff.

Liu Junzhuo opened his mouth and lowered his eyelids. Instead of looking at the ghosts that were restored to their original state, he whispered: "Nothing, will the sword be sharper after trying to quench the body."

She can't solve the problem of these ghosts now, and of course the rest of the disciples can't do it even more, and rashly speaking about it just adds to the confusion.

Zhou Zhenyue gave a hum, not suspicious of Junior Sister.

"There are still five days before the date the master said, why are you all awake?" Liu Junzhuo asked curiously.

Zhou Zhenyue explained: "Forty-five days is the deadline. Regardless of whether the body tempering is successful or not, you must set off. It is of course good to wake up early, and maybe you can help Master."

"Oh, so..." Liu Junzhuo answered absently.

Zhou Zhenyue has gone to gather disciples to test their cultivation results. Although the process of body tempering was painful, the result was smoother than expected. In just over a month, Jiange had ten more disciples of the pseudo-five realm realm out of thin air.

It's just these realms. I don't know how useful it can be in the subsequent battles.

The disciples walked out of the seventy-third cave together.

In the process, those ghosts did not take action.

But Liu Junzhuo didn't feel relieved by this, but felt scalp numb, because after they left the cave, the ghosts wearing ancient robes and carrying the jade wat also followed! They stood behind the disciples one by one, like shadows they couldn't avoid.

Liu Junzhuo can foresee that if these ghosts want to do something, they can use the puppet technique without their disciples noticing, turning everyone into a puppet that can be manipulated.

I...how can I stop it?

Liu Junzhuo's fists became tighter and tighter, dripping with cold sweat, and when the wind blew the tip of her hair, the jade toes in the women's boots couldn't help but buckle.

"Junior Sister." Zhou Zhenyue lightly touched her shoulder, Liu Junzhuo shocked and looked at her.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at Junior Sister Qingmei’s face, worried: "Junior Sister, what's the matter with you? Did something go wrong while tempering the body? Or...what's wrong?"

Liu Junzhuo pulled a lock of hair. She looked at the caring look of the senior sister, and her belief in her heart became firmer-kill the puppet manipulators, and these puppets will die with it... Who manipulates them? , Kill anyone yourself, even if that person is a teacher.

Liu Junzhuo shook his head and said: "It's okay, just a little bit, um...I'm worried about the younger sister."

"Little Junior Sister..." Zhou Zhenyue also thought of Liu Xiwan, and said: "Na Ning has long been a vicious person. Little Junior Sister entered the tiger's den and wolf mouth. I don't know how safe it is? I hope she can succeed in the assassination."

Liu Junzhuo laughed self-deprecatingly, and said softly: "Junior sister is not assassinated, it's fine."

"What?" Zhou Zhenyue did not hear clearly.

"I mean, Junior Sister will be able to succeed." Liu Junzhuo smiled.

Zhou Zhenyue tapped her head lightly, her eyebrows still worried.

The rest of the disciples are also ready.

Led by the two elder sisters, they walked towards the northwest together, and the ghost of the ancient robe and jade wat should follow.

"Senior Sister, after you arrive at Gu Huang, you will stay where you are. My realm is the highest, and I will explore the way for you." Liu Junzhuo said, "After I find that the situation is all right, I will inform you again. Anyway... don't Go ahead hastily."

Although Zhou Zhenyue didn't know what she was worried about, for safety reasons, she agreed to Junior Sister's plan.

That evening, thirteen figures left the sword pavilion one after another. ...

This is the eve of the outbreak of many major events, and the depressive atmosphere is shrouded in the mid-earth sky for no reason, and the wind and clouds passing over the world have become dry, seeming to herald the imminent calamity.

Today, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng bid farewell to Bai Ze and the little monkey, saying that he was going to meet an old person.

The little monkey is struggling to build a wooden dragon in the house.

"I have heard the legend of Middle-earth, the four elephants are in disaster, the golden dragon comes out, and you can live by worshiping the golden dragon..." The little monkey weaves a wooden dragon while saying: "The disaster is coming, let's go Dance dragons in the city, trick people out, and then destroy the 81st city and rescue the saints!"

"Dragon dance?" Bai Ze gently shook his head and said: "I have only heard of lion dance and dragon dance, but I have never heard of lion dance and dragon dance."

The little monkey frowned and said eagerly: "Don't be cynic, you also help me! We can save one!"

Bai Ze said: "There is no way for the whole city to see a golden dragon your size."

The little monkey asked: "How big is the dragon?"

Bai Ze said: "At least half the size of an eighty-one city."

The little monkey's movements were slightly stiff. It looked at Bai Ze eagerly and asked: "Then you...can imitate one with demon power?"

Bai Ze shook his head, "If I want to save the saint, then I can't waste my energy on this."

The little monkey clenched his fists, looked at the wooden dragon he had worked so hard, and said to himself: "Is there really no way?"

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In a temple, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng stepped over the threshold, looked over the bustling crowd, and finally saw a big turtle lying in the pool.

This is the money turtle in the temple. The ability to throw money on its back means auspiciousness.

So it has a lot of money piled on its back.

This tortoise is very old. It has a wrinkled neck and closed eyelids. It looks like a vicissitudes of old man.

Its feet are standing in the water, with its head tilted out, and the Buddha in the temple behind it is lacquered gold, with green smoke curling up.

Nine Spirit Yuansheng walked to its side, looked at the turtle, took out a squashed bell, and said with emotion: "Long time no see..."

The old tortoise moved his head slightly and turned to the lion.

It stared at the broken bell for a long time before saying: "Yeah, it's been a long time...Nine Spirits Green Lion, I didn't expect you to be alive."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng smiled and said: "I don't call this now, they call me the Nine Spirit Yuansheng."

"Yuan Sheng..." Laogui thought, and said, "It sounds more powerful. Unlike me, I don't have a name yet."

Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "Aren't you called Zhenhai Spirit Turtle?"

"That is my title, not my name." Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at the bell and said, "How about the young man who came to give you the bell?"

"It should be okay." Nine Spirits Yuanshengdao.

"You won't eat him, will you?" Zhenhai Spirit Turtle asked suspiciously.

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng laughed at himself: "Why do I have the ability to wait?"

Incense guests come and go, it seems that no one has seen this nine lion.

Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at the gray sky and said: "Five hundred years..."

"Yeah." Nine Spirit Yuansheng nodded and said: "Five hundred years ago, the sky fell from the northwest to the southeast. At that time, I thought you were dead."

Zhenhai Ling Turtle said: "Don't worry, a thousand-year-old turtle, according to this statement, I am still young. Besides, a tortoise can live longer than a lion no matter what."

"Really..." Nine Spirit Yuansheng put his hands on his lap, and said: "It's just that no matter how long we live, we are only five hundred years. We are all hanged by the saint in one breath."

Zhenhai Linggui said: "You are here to save the saint when you come to Eighty One City?"

Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "What about you? Are you too?"

Zhenhai Linggui shook his head: "I don't have the ability, I just want to accompany him more."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng suddenly felt a sense of sorrow and grief. He sat there, thinking about his life in his leisure like a burly man in his late years.

The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle asked: "We still have many of the same kind, and they are still under the pressure of the imperial city on earth."

Nine Spirit Yuansheng nodded, "Yes."

"Can you rescue them?"

"The saints can live, they can live."

"That's right...Many of our companions are still floating in the market. If you can, remember to bring them back for burial."

"I...try my best." Nine Spirit Yuansheng pressed his hands on his knees and sighed: "If the saint gave me not an iron umbrella, it would be a knife. I don't want to protect anyone from the wind and rain. ."

Zhenhai Linggui said with relief: "The saint is a no-brainer, he gave you an umbrella, there must be his reason."

"Maybe."

The lion and the tortoise, who were imprisoned together in the cage during the heavy rain, talked like this. After fighting with the sky, all souls faded, and the once sharp eyes were also vicissitudes of life, like a copper bell covered with rust.

They just ended their five-hundred-year meeting.

"The water here is too shallow, are you accustomed to living?" Nine Spirit Yuansheng stood up, looked at it, and asked.

Zhenhai Linggui said: "Now the four seas are calm and the five lakes are calm, the world does not need me anymore. I came from the temple and I shall go back to the temple."

Nine Spirit Yuansheng nodded and said: "Then take care of yourself."

In the sunset, Zhenhai Spirit Turtle turned his head, looked at the crimson light reflected in the water, looked at the scattered copper coins on his back, and smiled: "I am fine, look, how rich I am." /

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In the silent laugh, the crowd of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng came and went out of this temple where the incense was still flourishing.

A woman’s purse fell to the ground while buying incense. The Nine Spirit Yuansheng turned into an old man, picked it up, and returned it to the woman. The child next to him said seriously, thank you, grandpa.

The mother and son thanked him and went to the temple. The child took the smallest copper coin and tried to throw it on the back of the money turtle.

In the temple, people lit incense, praying for signs, and the enshrined Buddha and Bodhisattva bowed their eyebrows, full and kind, as if they could protect everything.

People don't know that the old man who wants to ruin everything is standing outside at the moment, staring at them in silence.

Nine Spirit Yuansheng closed his eyes, turned and left.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

A bird with golden feathers flew up and stopped on the tree beside him.

"Why are you here? Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" Nine Spirit Yuansheng did not hide his surprise.

The comer is the Golden Wing Roc.

He is a remnant soul, wrapped in fragmentary authority, barely able to maintain his true appearance.

The Golden Wing Roc said: "This is the letter from the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons. It is her guess of looking at the stars in the distance these days. She asks me to hand it over to it. It might be useful."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng asked: "Then why don't you look for an unobservable disciple?"

The Golden Wing Dapeng shook his head and said weakly: "I don't have the strength to find them, you can pass it over for me, and... I can only come to you."

The Nine Spirits Yuansheng puzzled: "Why?"

"My body with a remnant soul and weak body is no longer able to do anything." Golden Winged Dapeng stared at him directly, and said: "Don't you always want to obtain complete gluttonous authority? Now, eat me. Drop it."

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