Si Ming stood on the high platform, under her black robe and silver hair, the endless land and city held her up high, and the touchable night melted into her cold pupils. When she looked down at the Broken Boundary City, it seemed as if she was about to swallow up the entire city. The city was engulfed.
Si Ming's words were still ringing out slowly.
A faint shadow suddenly flashed across her mind as clear as a mirror, just like a mosquito passing over the water, fleeting.
She immediately activated her authority and turned back her own time.
Time went back a few breaths ago, and she stared at the mirror-like lake in her heart, but saw nothing.
The cool night breeze blew into her robe, making her body even colder.
"Did you see it wrong..." She thought silently. What was going to happen after today was of too great significance to her, and she was unwilling to let go of any trace that might interfere.
Her eyes slowly swept across the crowd, but found nothing in the end.
Yes, he must be too suspicious. Ye Zhi and that damn boy are still doing nothing outside the ice field. How could they have the courage to come
She withdrew her gaze and her heart felt like water again.
At the end of the crowd, the shadow of the black feather in the black robe disappeared silently like a trace of water that had been burned clean. It was unknown where he went. When he disappeared, his eyes hidden in the black robe looked coldly. Looking at Siming, he spoke two syllables in obscure words:
"guilty."
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This is the most important day in Duanjie City. The Temple of the Gods opens its doors to all the royal families.
Before Shi Yuan, Si Ming set up ten copper lamps with extremely long poles. The flames of the lamps were not orange-red, but like burning crystals, glowing with a faint blue flame, just like the devout waiters holding candles before Shi Yuan.
This is the lamp array set up by Si Ming. What those flames burn is not candle oil, but gray-white, materialized time.
Siming can use this copper lamp as a puppet and temporarily lend his authority to them, so that his laws can spread to more people and areas.
She stood in front of Shi Yuan, with her back to everyone. The Gate of Shi Yuan had been opened, and the sunken plane fell in front of her eyes. Her figure in front of the Gate of Shi Yuan looked so small, but it took away all the eyes, and the traces of The silver hair and the black robe dyed with ink are all so beautiful that they look like the depiction of a myth.
The disciples of the royal family gathered at the door enthusiastically. Not to mention the men, even many girls could not take their eyes away for a long time when they saw her.
"Let's get started." Siming's sleeves moved without any wind. She walked to the side and stood outside the ten copper lamps. The crystal flames were the same color as her eyes.
This is where the summoning of spirits from the royal family begins.
The first ten people who arrived stood nervously at the entrance of Time Abyss. Their rituals were all simple. After a brief chant, they directly poured their blood into the Time Abyss.
Shi Yuan kept moving. It seemed that he had never encountered such a thing before. The whole hall began to shake. People who were originally excited immediately panicked. Fortunately, Si Ming stood like a needle in the sea. When the hall began to shake, , she stretched out her palm, pressed it down gently, and everything returned to calm.
On Shi Yuan's light curtain, ripples formed into patterns and swayed in circles.
A translucent spirit emerges from it, flying, crawling, climbing and leaping, and then molded into the complete appearance of life. They are stained with divinity and ferociousness, hoarse and grinning, and their eyes are constantly scanning. Over the four directions.
Just when Shen Xiang wanted to activate the formation to erase their ferocity so that the descendants of the royal family could subdue them one by one, Siming frowned slightly and pointed his finger towards the void.
More than ten candles lit up the room.
Back in time.
Back before summoning spirits.
The blood was poured back into the abyss of time.
One by one the gods crawled out.
Siming looked at the ten new gods that had climbed out again, his expression softened a little, and he nodded.
No one present noticed any trace of time reversal, and the same was true for Shen Xiang.
Her current Dao realm is stronger than that during the battle at Xuexia.
Shen Xiang activated the grand formation to erase the ferocity of those gods, and then these royal monks could suppress them one by one.
After the first batch is over, there is the second batch of people.
Si Ming stood quietly and watched silently. If the ten gods were too weak, she would activate her authority to turn back time and re-select. Sometimes one of the ten summoned a powerful spirit, and the rest were all If something goes wrong, she will condense that person's time and let the others start over, repeating this process until she is satisfied.
The light curtain of Time Abyss keeps flashing, like a huge ant queen, giving birth to one creature after another, and in Time Abyss, the hourglass world is repeatedly turned upside down at high speed, and the original The timing has been messed up. In the remaining head of the God Lord, countless spiritual threads are running around like electric currents, as if they are trying to turn the dead God Lord into a dead madman.
It's just that she doesn't care even if Time Abyss is turned upside down.
She had never thought about resurrecting the Lord God.
In the past, even if she was under one person, she was still a servant of God. She believed that she was not servile, so she was unwilling to resurrect her so-called master. Her authority was not fate, but she believed that the so-called fate had given her the choice. Own.
She wants to be her own god.
Siming stared at the abyss indifferently, her face full of cold pride. She recalled the time in the high temple seven hundred years ago. Stars were born and died in the palm of her hand, all souls lived and died with a single thought, and the ancient seals of the sacred scriptures were grained by grains. Floating out and turning into colorful ribbons, the complete corona stretched majestically in front of the temple, recording the most accurate time in the world.
But everything is gone.
Si Ming stared at Shi Yuan, wondering if she could turn back the time and tamper with the gods. There was also a limit to the number of times she could rewind time. Sometimes, even if it reached the limit, a decent god could not come out of the time abyss. This would also make things worse. A trace of anger arose in her calm heart.
Is my luck so bad
Hmm... It must be Shiyuan's problem.
Finally, from early morning to dusk, all the royal families finally completed the summoning of spirits. It's just that the gods summoned are obviously getting weaker and weaker.
Si Ming also appeased everyone about this. She said that she had a set of skills specifically for cultivating summoned spirits. As long as they are successfully practiced, no matter how weak the spirit is, it will eventually become extremely powerful and comparable to the real gods.
The people of the royal family were in awe of this goddess who descended with destiny and was born in response to the destiny of the gods. They believed her words deeply and were grateful.
Siming sent everyone away, and the temple of the gods returned to silence. She stood quietly in the center of the hall, her quiet face unable to conceal her exhaustion.
She slowly walked out of the hall.
At this moment, the palace door was only open a little, just enough to accommodate her slender and tall figure.
This royal city is already a wheat field. Before winter comes, she can harvest all the wheat and make it her own nourishment.
But for some reason, she always wanted to cross the ice field to see Ning Changchun and Ye Chu.
She had no idea what exactly they were doing.
Only by seeing it can you feel at ease.
Then go visit them before the "wheat" matures.
Siming thought this and pushed the door open.
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Separated by the ice field is a battle of time.
Ning Jiujiu practiced Shura Shenlu every day. His bones became heavier and heavier, and his body became more and more powerful. One day when he pushed the door open and stepped out, his foot landed lightly, and a sunken pit was made on the ground. , and his mental power has become stronger and stronger, and he can already extinguish flames, muddy the water tank, and even break through stones with his eyes.
What made him feel weirdest was the layered golden lotus inside his body.
This lotus floats on the sea of qi, shining brightly. The Golden Crow likes to use the lotus as a boat, floating slowly in the huge sea of qi.
Jian Jing said to the point: "You are becoming less and less like a person."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why?"
Jian Jing said: "It may be difficult for you to notice it. When you practice this method, your body is also changing subtly. At this moment, your body is more like an ancient god who has been cultivated as a human."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Maybe."
The Sword Scripture added: "There is one more thing I can't figure out. No matter which one of these eighty-one books, they are not very powerful when taken alone. Why are they so powerful when mixed together?" Miraculous abilities?”
Ning Jiujiu said: "Because the person who wrote this technique is a real genius."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture asked curiously: "Do you know who wrote it?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time, but he had an answer in his heart.
The second senior brother once told him that 90% of all the secrets of practice in the temple were written by the master, and the remaining 10% were studied and compiled by all the senior brothers and sisters.
At that time, Ning Jiujiu was impressed by his master's strong creative enthusiasm.
Now it seems that the number of classics created by Master is not only abundant, but almost every one of them is an unparalleled masterpiece...
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture did not wait for an answer, so he speculated on his own: "From the look on your face, could it be that you are another woman?"
Ning was stunned for a long time and asked, "How did you know?"
The Spirit of the Sword Sutra clicked his tongue and said, "Isn't she another peerless beauty?"
Ning Jiujiu doesn't remember his master's appearance. He only remembers the snowy shadow of the jade dress that night, the sword light swallowing the sky, and the long-lost face like the bright moon in the water.
The inspiration of the Sword Scripture was affected by his emotional fluctuations, and said in wonder: "It's not really a woman, is it? Who is more beautiful, she or Lu Yuan?"
Ning Jiujiu sneered: "Don't you firmly support marriage?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sneered in response: "Who do I support? If I support that little girl Si Ming, can you still win her down?"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Sooner or later, we will meet each other. In this world now, there are only three chess players, and only one of us can get out."
Lord Xueyu, who was standing upright on the tree trunk with his head held high, wearing a flower crown, heard the discussion here, and flew over, saying regretfully: "Hey, what this Sword Scripture said is really nothing more than what you think, even if Uncle Ning sees it. Se Qi deliberately let Si Ming go, can our Highness let her go? Is the majesty of the palace a child's play?"
These days, it has proclaimed itself the God of Light and has been deeply involved in the drama. At this moment, its voice is also cold and monotonous, with an inexplicable magnetism.
And its originally peeling and shapeless feathers became plump again after a month of training. It gradually began to cherish the feathers that it originally thought were ugly.
Upon hearing the word "Your Highness," Ning let out a long, silent sigh.
He thought of the two agreements he had made with her.
Their apprenticeship's one-year appointment was approaching, and he was destined to be unable to go back in time.
But it’s okay, Ding Leshi’s silly boy is no match for that scheming little girl, and he will avoid being ridiculed by Zhao Xiang’er after losing. Although his current strength is not what it used to be, it’s not that bad either. If you dare to fight Zhao Xiang'er, that girl Zhao is very good at dealing with strong people.
Shao Xiaoli's sword-practicing figure standing in the distance paused for a moment, and looked at the people here. She knew that the topic that interested the red-headed chicken was women... Well, the boss's woman, how gorgeous must she be?
In the evening, Ning Changjiu went to look for Ye Zhi, pretending to ask a few difficult questions about the Shura Divine Record, so that he would let down his guard.
Shao Xiaoli, on the other hand, cooked a large pot of Snowy Horned Beast broth in the thatched hut. This was Blood Feather Lord’s favorite. However, when it was about to come inside to eat, Shao Xiaoli stopped it outside. .
"My magnanimous God Queen, what are you doing? Are you trying to embarrass the God of Light?" Mr. Xueyu raised his head, looked at the girl with her hands on her hips, and begged to come in.
Shao Xiaoli said: "Do you want to eat?"
"Isn't this nonsense..."
"Well...have you and the boss known each other for a long time?"
"On the contrary... it's neither long nor short. Although Uncle Ning and I met by chance, we felt like old friends at first sight."
"Well, tell me what happened between him and that highness, and I will give you meat to eat after you finish talking." Shao Xiaoli said about his conditions.
Mr. Xueyu smelled the aroma of the hot meat in the room, swallowed his saliva, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, let's make a long story short..."
Mr. Xueyu exaggerated what happened in the imperial city. He described the old fox's battle in a shocking and majestic way. He also shaped himself into a divine bird who would share life and death with Ning for a long time. However, Shao Xiaoli interrupted him during his words: "I don't want to hear this. I just want to hear the story about the boss and that Zhao Xianger."
The girls are just ignorant! Mr. Xueyu sarcastically said in his heart, but he spoke with a smile on his face.
Shao Xiaoli listened quietly and asked puzzledly: "You like it now? No... Isn't it just sharing weal and woe? I am the same... What's the difference?"
Mr. Xueyu glanced at the figure outlined by her Jingchai sarong, and said hesitantly: "There are always many differences between people. The Queen of Gods may realize it one day."
Shao Xiaoli was not stupid either. She looked at it and immediately understood the implication. She directly poured the broth on its head and said angrily: "Men are all perverts!"
Mr. Xueyu was drenched in broth. He was angry and heartbroken at the same time. He wanted to teach this girl a lesson, but as soon as it made a move, Shao Xiaoli drew his sword like lightning and pressed it against its neck, "Well ?What do you want to do, a red-headed chicken?"
She sensed a hint of offense from Mr. Xueyu.
Mr. Xueyu was also startled. Only then did he realize that in more than a month, this damn girl had practiced swordsmanship to such a level. However, he was too busy patrolling every day and neglected to practice. The gap between her is also getting wider and wider.
Before he knew it, he was at the bottom of the team.
"Woman, please forgive me..." Xue Yujun wailed and was thrown out of the house. It sat on the grass, helplessly spread its wings, sucked the soup and meat slices scattered on the wings, and said with a grimace: "Women are all devil."
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Nanhuang is located in the center of Nanzhou, with a very wide area, surrounded by the Red River where everything looks like bones.
In the more than five hundred years since the birth of Southern Wasteland, there have been many monks exploring with swords, but the results have not been very good. And Nanzhou is located in a corner of the world, with very few truly famous practitioners. Therefore, over the years, people have not learned much about this cursed place where pollution spreads.
As the Year of the Sin King was approaching half, the shadow cast by the Kingdom of God finally came to this abyss.
The Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot visit the world in person, and will not easily cast any shadow.
At that time, Zui Jun came here just because he sensed Jiu Ying's aura.
Three thousand years ago, it and Jiuying were ancient gods of the same era. Now that the world has changed, the gods have disappeared, and the aura of the old friend has reappeared, so he wanted to see him again.
Then, he discovered that Nanzhou, which was born in the corner of the world and was full of barren mountains and wild ridges, seemed far from as simple as he imagined.
He had experienced the war in which the gods fell, so he also knew the origin of the Southern Wilderness—it was also one of the ancient battlefields under that catastrophe.
In the history books of their gods, that earth-shaking war was a very vivid and colorful event.
It was a history of the demise of gods. Many ancient gods who had lived for thousands of years and were extremely powerful could not escape the disaster. At the same time, many monsters and practitioners in the human world came from behind. At that time, the entire human world, There are hundreds of great demons and monks who have entered the Purple Court Realm. They seem to be destined by heaven. Many of them are extremely talented beings, and their realms even exceed those of the ancient gods who have been among the Five Paths for thousands of years.
It's a pity that they rose too quickly and faded too quickly.
Since the establishment of the Twelve Divine Kingdoms, it was also the first time that the leader of the Divine Kingdom had died.
This is a truly earth-shattering secret that only big shots at their level can know.
It was only when Zuijun saw this abyss that he discovered that some of the things that happened in the catastrophe five hundred years ago seemed to be a little biased from what he remembered.
He stared at the abyss for a long time and found that even he couldn't see through it.
The whole world is not the land of the king.
The only thing that the Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot see through is the existence of the same level.
After he returned to the Kingdom of God, he started the calculation of heaven's secrets, but also got no results, as if a certain period of history had been tampered with and obliterated.
But no matter how big the matter is, as long as it does not violate the laws of heaven and earth, the Kingdom of God will not pay attention to it.
But even Sin Lord never thought that this abyss would become an indelible shadow in his heart.
Half a year later, he finally came here again and entered the abyss.
Even if it's just a projection, the many laws of the abyss still can't trap him in the slightest.
He came to this isolated city with ease and saw the beautiful woman on the high platform. He could see through her rules and guess her identity. But the more he did this, the more he became confused. Puzzled.
The emotion of confusion should not exist for the almost omniscient and omnipotent Lord of the Kingdom of God.
He knew that this woman was once a priest.
A priest of one of the twelve divine kingdoms.
I just don't know why she has fallen to this point now.
Only one of the twelve divine kingdoms guards the human world every year, and there is no intersection with each other, so Sin Jun cannot tell which divine kingdom she is a priest.
Then he discovered that there were two bright stars in the north. He knew that one of them belonged to Tianjun.
In that fallen divine kingdom, both the priests and the heavenly kings were still alive.
He did not immediately go to them to find the answer, because he found that the world was far more interesting than he thought. He had not felt this way for countless years. If Jiuying had not reappeared, he would not have set his sights here. .
Then, he discovered something even more incredible.
My own realm has actually been suppressed!
Although it is just a projection, who can suppress the realm of the Lord of the Kingdom of God
Sin Lord looked towards the sky.
The pupils in the black robe are also pitch black.
He figured it out instantly.
The only thing that can suppress the master of a divine kingdom is another divine kingdom.
And that Broken Kingdom of God is located above this world, and the change of day and night here is the "breathing" of that Broken Kingdom of God.
He is now convinced that that divine kingdom is one of the twelve divine kingdoms, otherwise he would never have the power to suppress his projection.
However, if there is a lack of a divine kingdom, the heaven and earth can no longer function smoothly. Why has the divine kingdom been reincarnated for hundreds of years, and no one has discovered any flaws
Sin Lord thought about this, and then raised his finger to the sky.
"The crime of deceiving the emperor."
The Lord of the Kingdom of God is supreme, and if he dares to use means to deceive, he is deceiving the Lord.
This is his verdict.
The authority of the prince of sin is “judgment.”
He only needs to make a judgment on one thing, not who did it. Once his judgment is issued, as long as it complies with the laws of heaven and earth, it will fall on the initiator like an inescapable destiny. , absolutely error-free.
For example, if he sees a corpse on the ground, as long as he declares "the murderer shall die," the murderer of the corpse will immediately die as a result of divine punishment.
The four words "Crime of deceiving the emperor" echoed in the vast sky.
Those who deceive the emperor should die according to the law.
Sin Jun did not get a response.
Today is the most difficult problem he has encountered since becoming the Lord of the Kingdom of God.
He was almost certain that the person behind all this was no less generous than himself.
He left the Broken Boundary City and walked deeper. Every time his figure appeared, he was thousands of miles away.
This is the ultimate in the rules of this world.
He crossed the ice field in an instant, saw the rift valley, and stretched his hand into the gray space of time.
He watched his hand being corroded rapidly, his expression not changing at all.
He stretched out his hand, his thoughts moved slightly, and everything returned to what it was before.
Beyond the rift valley is a village.
The guilty king met the heavenly king, and he found that the heavenly king was already an asura.
In the Twelve Oracles, Shura has no hope of finding the right path.
This is an edict issued five hundred years ago in order to suppress those ancient gods who survived the divine war and prevent them from resurrecting and causing catastrophe in the world again.
He also met Ning Changjiu.
This is also a person with the body of Shura.
It's just that he has been reincarnated too many times, and the fault five hundred years ago has torn apart too much history. He has been suppressed by this world, and his original identity cannot be seen for the time being.
He couldn't see that it was also a kind of bullying in a sense.
But the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the incarnation of the way of heaven. He is not a monster on earth and cannot do things that violate the way of heaven.
So he needs an opportunity.
For example, if he asks the young man in white who you are in the first place, if the answer the young man gives him is not correct, he can judge him naturally.
Sin Lord did not go deeper, he could already guess what kind of plane this was.
He looked down at everything in sight with the authority of the God Lord, and the feathers on his black robe fell gently, like orders.
This is a world that is separated from the Lord of the Kingdom of God and is separated from the control of the original laws.
So whether it's the priest, the heavenly king, or the young man in white...
Everyone here is guilty of different sins.
As long as they are separated from the jurisdiction of the people, it is a sin!
Before it got dark, Sin Lord looked sideways, enjoying the emotions that had not surged in his heart for a hundred years. They were ups and downs, like unpredictable waves.
He will start his own day of judgment in this desolate country.
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