Ning Jiujiu saw Ye Ji again four days after the battle ended.
There were withered meteors sliding across the sky and crashing into the depths of the wasteland. After Ning Jiujiu noticed the strange movement, he immediately took the dead branches and sword to the depths of the wasteland. After crossing a swamp filled with poisonous fog, , he saw Ye Ji in a valley like a broken scallop, above a piece of sloping withered grass.
Ye Zhi is now a broken puppet. His arms are all black and charcoal, with wooden lattice-like cracks. He is like a few burning logs still hanging on the body. He hangs alone on the stone wall. Those Most of the thread of fate that ran through his body was burned away, hanging crudely on the stone, like a spider that had been devastated by a forest fire.
When Ning Jiujiu arrived, Ye Di raised his head. His face without features was even more indistinguishable from a human shape. Half of it was burnt black, and the other half was smoked to dark gray. When he got closer, he could even smell the smell of burning wood. He was helpless. He hung his knuckles and raised his head. Although he had no eyes, he seemed to be still trying to identify the person coming.
"Are you here?" Ye Zhi's voice came from nowhere.
Ning Jiujiu hummed softly, stepped on the stone wall and jumped up, cut off the threads that entangled him, and put him on the ground. His body was curled up and deformed due to the burning of the fire, and his voice was like a spray from a fire. The dry heat comes out.
Ning never expected that Ye Zhi was still alive. He wanted to stabilize his injuries, but he didn't know where to start.
"Don't waste your efforts..." Ye Da twisted his stiff neck joints, and the black charcoal fell down.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "The person who is your enemy is a sinner?"
Ye Di hummed and replied: "He is the supreme Lord of the Kingdom of God. Even if it is just a projection, we still cannot win him."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "What about others? Where are they now?"
Ye Chu said: "It won't take long before he will come back. By then you, I and Si Ming... no one can escape."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Why does he sentence me?"
Even if you are the lord of the Kingdom of God, abusing power will still be counterattacked by the power itself.
Ye Zhi smiled miserably and said: "Don't forget, this is not the outside world, but an independent world... This is outside the rules. Of course you can break the rules, so why bother to accuse you? "
Ning Changjiu was silent for a long time. He knew that if Sin Lord was unwilling to respect his identity and force Sin Punishment, then they would have no room for maneuver.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Is there no way?"
Ye Chu said: "He was also injured, a very serious injury. Under the suppression of the law, he cannot recover in a short time. This is an opportunity."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What should we do?"
Ye Ji said: "Get the power of fate and time. After they merge, you can have the power to cut through the sky. Perhaps this is the only chance to defeat the Sin King."
Regarding his proposal, Ning Jiujiu also guessed it. He did not show any surprise. He just squatted half-crouched, looked at him calmly, and said: "Okay, tell me your conditions."
Ye Zi's throat seemed to be blocked by lime, and his voice became increasingly blurred.
"Save me," he said.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How to save?"
Ye Di said in an asthmatic tone: "My heart is blocked... Cut open my heart and clean it for me, and I will tell you what happens next..."
Ning Changjiu's brows gradually furrowed, and the smell of burnt wood lingered on the tip of his nose. He looked at the puppet that was burned to a disgrace, and couldn't understand why the puppet still had a heart.
"Hurry." Ye Da urged, his voice sounded like he was having trouble breathing even though he had no mouth or nose.
Ning Jiujiu pulled out the iron sword and aimed it at the left side of his chest. The sword's edge was covered with spiritual power and thrust in. Ye Dai's body trembled suddenly, and all the joints made a creaking sound. Wood ash flowed along the sword. The edge fell, and then the weak rhythm of the heart was also transmitted. Ning Jiujiu cut open his chest with his sword and saw a beating heart.
Ning Jiujiu cut out the heart. Ye Ji felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his head hung down weakly, like a corpse.
The heart was beating hard, and its surface was filled with charred black charred wood, glowing like paint. There were countless cracks and ravines on it, and there was a faint sticky liquid seeping out from it, exuding an unpleasant stench.
Ning Jiujiu found the hidden spring flowing out of Bo Bo under a nearby rock. He used his spiritual power to carefully shatter the dirt on the surface of his heart, and then used water to rinse it. After the dirt on the surface was washed away, Ning Jiujiu let out a sudden sigh.
It is no ordinary heart.
It is crystal clear, and the blood threads in it are like old red lines, quietly condensing in it, and there are several exquisite orifices on its surface.
"This is the Exquisite Heart with Seven Apertures!" The Spirit of the Sword Sutra couldn't help it and exclaimed: "It is said that there is a kind of faceless people in this world. Their seven orifices are not on their faces, but all grow in their hearts. I I originally thought it was just a legend, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”
Ning Jiujiu also knew the story of Qiqiao Exquisite. He remembered Ye Dai's blank face when he turned into a puppet, and his heart suddenly dawned.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture looked at it and said in a trembling voice: "It is said that as long as you eat the exquisite heart of the seven orifices, you can easily cross the threshold of the five paths... Many years ago, there was a tyrant. The country was in danger, and loyal ministers came to remonstrate, but he did not listen. Advice, he cut open his heart in the royal court. That heart was the heart of seven orifices. This heart was eaten by a demon fox next to the tyrant. The demon fox suddenly gave birth to nine tails, reached the peak of the five realms, and could not escape from the volcano. .”
Ning Jiujiu looked at the beating heart in his hand and shook his head gently: "I don't believe in these chances."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sighed, knowing that if twelve years later, his catastrophe was really inevitable, then all opportunities would indeed be in vain.
Ning Jiujiu brought the heart back to Ye Di and stuffed the heart back into his body. Ye Di's drooping limbs regained their strength, but the incision on his chest could not be closed and everyone could see it. To the heart that expands and contracts in the chest.
Ye Da turned his head. Although he had no facial features, Ning Jiujiu could feel his smile.
"It's a good thing you didn't eat it. The fate of that fox demon back then was not good." Ye Da stretched out his carbonized hand with difficulty, covering his heart, and said: "Under the Tongjie Peak, the soul was stripped away, and the bones were melted by cannons. Disembowel the body and chop it up... This is the destination of the exquisite heart with seven orifices."
Ning Jiujiu didn't react at all, and just said lightly: "I don't like eating offal."
Ye Di also smiled and said, "A person like you might really have a chance to win against him."
Ning Jiujiu said: "What should I do?"
Ye Da glanced at the crow feathers surrounding him and didn't find it strange. He said seriously: "Ling, take me and Si Ming as your summoned spirits, and you can have the power of fate and time at the same time."
Ning Jiujiu raised his eyebrows slightly. He had seen the spiritual contracts on the first day he left Shi Yuan. They were like more powerful acquired spirits that could be summoned to his side at any time and connected to his own realm, just like the spirits in his bones. A growing steel sword.
Ning Jiujiu asked in confusion: "Can people also make contracts with others?"
Ye Da answered: "We are not pure people. I am a puppet and Si Ming is a porcelain man. In a sense, we are also spirits crawling out of the abyss of fetal spirits..."
This is currently the only way to have a chance of defeating the Sin King.
Ning Jiujiu said: "How to establish a contract?"
Ye Da coughed a few times. He wanted to stand up, but his body like a burning wood could not stabilize. He said weakly: "Just follow the contract of Shi Yuan's summoning spirit. When the time comes, we will live with you... This It’s a bond that cannot be broken.”
Ning Jiujiu didn't believe his statement that it couldn't be cut off. He had even expected that after the decisive battle, Ye Dai and Siming would most likely betray him.
"The only way to fight back against the evil dragon is to raise tigers to cause trouble." The spirit of the Sword Scripture said plausibly: "First subdue the sick tiger, and then we will go to Duanjie City to collect the white tiger."
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to pay attention to Jian Jing's teasing.
"Take me back first." After saying this weakly, Ye Dai lowered his head again.
Ning Jiujiu took Ye Da over mountains and ridges, and finally they crossed a river where stone beasts were buried, and the village was behind the river.
When Shao Xiaoli went out to greet him, she saw the puppet on his back. Her first reaction was that the boss had bought her a new toy. Just as she was about to feel shy, she saw that the boss still put the puppet on the ground. Shao Xiaoli caught a glimpse of the chest. His heart was beating all the time, and there was a dull throbbing pain in his chest.
Ning Jiujiu pulled Shao Xiaoli aside, with a serious look on his face, and gave many instructions solemnly. Shao Xiaoli's face was very exciting. She looked at Ning Jiujiu in disbelief and pointed at herself with her finger, full of unconfidence.
Ning sighed for a long time and rubbed her head. It feels like you are the only one left in the organization, so this task can only be assigned to you.
Shao Xiaoli, who was in danger, stood up straight with a bitter look on his face.
When Ye Di woke up again, his hands and feet were still unable to move, but he looked more energetic. He looked around the room and saw Lord Xueyu standing on the bedside with his wings folded, staring at him, while Ning Jiujiu was practicing Shura under the eaves. Divine records.
Ye Chu didn't make a sound, he just turned his head and stared for a while. After Ning Jiujiu completed a cycle of heaven and earth, he slowly spoke.
"So you have been lying to me." Ye Di laughed softly, even though he had already fought against the Lord of the Kingdom of God, his mind was open-minded, and he even felt like he would die without regrets. But at this moment, he still couldn't suppress the shock in his heart: "The eighty-one postures of Shura Shenlu, it turns out that you have completed it a long time ago? What is the origin of a person like you?"
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes and said, "Aren't you lying to me all the time?"
Ye Da laughed miserably and said: "But you can practice faster than me... Not only did I not deceive you, this move was also listed as evidence of guilt by the sinner, and I almost died because of it."
"Smart people will always be harmed by their own cleverness." Ning Jiujiu responded casually and went straight to the topic: "Without further ado, let's make a contract. I don't know when the sinner will come, this black feather is always locked As for me, as long as Sin Lord appears, he can find me immediately."
Ye Di nodded and said, "I have one more condition."
"explain."
"If we are lucky enough to defeat the Sin King, when you leave this world, find a way to take us with you. By then we will be priests and kings of heaven again, and we will also embrace you as the new master of the Kingdom of God." Ye. In addition to stating his own conditions.
Ning Jiujiu was indifferent to the big pie of the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and said: "Didn't you say that only one person can leave here?"
Ye Da replied: "If one person achieves enlightenment, it is true that chickens and dogs cannot ascend to heaven, but there may be a way to open this world hidden on the other side of the sky. I only hope you will not abandon us."
"Who said I couldn't ascend to heaven! How could Uncle Ning abandon me!" Mr. Xueyu protested angrily from the side.
Ning ignored it for a long time, nodded and said, "I promise you."
Ye Ji did not ask him to make any pledge or oath. He stretched out his hand and said, "Let's get started. I'll tell you how to make a contract."
Ning Jiujiu saw Ye Di's body shaking slightly, and words came from his limbs. Ning Jiujiu seemed to have returned to the first day he came to Broken Boundary City. The scriptures of the spirit summoning ceremony came from the light curtain, guiding him to move forward.
But now he was standing on the other side of the light curtain.
After Ye Di finished reciting the scriptures required to establish the contract, he stretched out his charred and dry hands, and Ning Jiujiu also stretched out his hands. The two people's spirits were like two slender electric currents, which burst out brightly at the moment of contact. The light shines brightly on the spiritual sea.
"From today on, I am willing to be your loyal servant of God." Ye Dai said with a smile, without any unnecessary emotion in his words.
"Always pious, never betray, regard you as my master, pursue you as my eternal faith..."
In the voice of the words, Ning Changjiu blended with the spiritual sea of Ye Chu.
Ning Jiujiu felt as if there was a crack in the air above the sea, and the river of fate fell from the sky and poured into his body. His body trembled, resisting and longing for this new power.
After a long time, the movement in his body calmed down. When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously touched his right pupil. A trace of golden light overflowed from the pupil. This golden light was not the same as the light of the Golden Crow. This golden color was more like It is a kind of lens. Through this lens, he can see countless intertwined strings of time, and those strings contain countless pictures.
Those are all fates.
Ye Su has become his spirit, so he also shares Ye Su's ability.
At this moment, the puppet was lying on the bed powerlessly. He seemed to be getting weaker and said: "In my current state, I can only share my authority with you. As for fighting for you, you can find a way to do it." Tame Si Ming.”
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "I will try to convince her. Where is she now?"
Ye Di smiled lightly and said, "She doesn't like to see you now."
"Why?"
"She was tied to the cross above the Broken Boundary City by Ye Da. It looked so miserable. There were black snakes guarding it, making it difficult for strangers to approach. But even if you rescued her, she might not listen. As you say, this woman is very arrogant, even if she surrenders in her heart, she is not willing to obey a word of her words." Ye Di said softly.
Ning Jiujiu had no sympathy for her and said indifferently: "If she doesn't accept it, beat her until she does."
Ye Chu also laughed. He suddenly looked forward to the way that woman knelt on the ground and bowed her head to others. How sad and beautiful would those cold and arrogant flowers like peerless snow lotus be if they were left in the world and turned into mud
Ye Da suddenly stretched out his hand.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand in confusion and asked at the same time: "Is there still a contract that has not been completed?"
Ye Di smiled and shook his head, and his black hand gently touched Ning Jiujiu's hand.
"I wish you good luck." Ye Di said this, as if he was sending his last prophecy of fate.
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This was the fifth day after the War of Gods. Ning Changjiu went to the royal city with complicated emotions. Lord Xueyu followed Ye Di not far away to ensure that the spirit took effect.
Three thousand miles away from the royal city, Ning Changjiu stopped.
Because Kuroba, who had always kept a distance from him, also stopped.
Black Feather stopped in front of him and transformed into the appearance of Sin Lord, which was the projection of Sin Lord.
Every black feather is the shadow of the guilty king.
The phantom of Sin Lord stared at Ning Changjiu silently, and his voice seemed to come from the sky:
"The thunder pool cannot be crossed, and those who disobey the order shall be punished with death."
Ning Jiujiu didn't think twice and drew his sword directly.
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Si Ming was still nailed to the cross, with the crow standing on her shoulders, the black snake coiled underneath, and the wind hanging all the time. Her white dress fluttering looked sad and beautiful.
Her skin is still moist and her red lips are still as red as blood, but her ice-like eyes have lost a lot of their sparkle. She has obviously closed off her five senses and wants to get rid of those humiliating feelings, but at this moment her mood is withered and her divinity is gone. Like a flower standing in the chilling autumn wind, its petals are being torn off one by one.
She didn't know how long it would take for these days to end.
She counted the time silently in her mind, occasionally opening her eyes and looking into the distance to see if there was any sign of anyone coming outside the city.
The weakness that Si Ming sometimes displays makes this scene even more poignant.
One night at dusk, the painter who was responsible for recording this scene suddenly stood up while sketching her body, tore the entire painting into pieces, and shouted, "How can a mortal's pen tarnish the face of the Son of God?" People around him said. He held him down and told him that this was not a goddess at all, but the evil demon that was the source of all disasters. But the painter did not believe it anyway. He was a painter, and he knew her beauty better than anyone else, even if he had changed it countless times. Over and over, the trembling tip of the pen still cannot describe its description.
He didn't know where the strength came from, broke away from the restraints of those people, and rushed towards the cross. He wanted to kneel under the skirt of the goddess and worship, but as soon as he got close, he was swallowed by the black snake. No bones remain.
Siming watched the scene happening quietly without feeling sad or happy. These are just minor episodes, and they don't change anything.
The torture frame remains the same, and the beauty remains the same.
On the fifth day the light dimmed and the sky fell into darkness.
She likes the night, not only because she holds the power of the night, but also because there are no such eyes in the night.
"It seems destined that no one can marry me." Siming thought of that story and laughed softly.
After one night, the light came on again on the sixth day.
This is a special day. The few remaining dancers in the art building have rehearsed the dance for several days, and it will finally open today. This is a rare joy in hardship in the dilapidated city under reconstruction.
Siming looked at the dancers busy in the temporary shed and wondered what he was thinking.
Time passed slowly, and things became more and more lively below. They had already cleared a large open space, set up a high platform, and pulled up a red banner with the words "Gods Prison Demons and Demons Suppress Witches" .
The gate of the royal city was rarely opened, and the ragged common people crowded in to join in the feast.
Siming originally thought that she would not be angry because of these children's tricks, but for some reason, when she looked at the cross set up on the stage, her body couldn't help but tremble, and her cheeks became slightly hot.
"Where's Xiang'er? Where's Xiang'er? She's going to play the role of a witch. Why is the person at such a critical moment missing?" A middle-aged woman with a bloated figure looked around, walking quickly among the crowd, stepping on her feet to look around from time to time. , looking for someone.
"Xiang'er? Didn't you see her like this just now? Then why is Xiao Nizi running around like this again?"
"Go find it quickly!"
The middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and sent the people around her to look for the woman named Xiang'er. Those people quickly dispersed to look for her.
In the attic not far from the stage, the door suddenly opened, and a girl ran in anxiously, waving her hands and speaking very fast: "Sister Xiang'er, Sister Xiang'er, why are you still here? Everyone is looking for you now." Woolen cloth."
The girl known as Xiang'er was sitting in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror quietly. She tilted her cheeks slightly, looking at her makeup, looking for any flaws, and the blush and eye shadow were the best. Painted by a good makeup artist, the lips are as gorgeous as fire, and there is no flaw to be found.
The urging girl looked at the sister's bright and unparalleled face in the mirror, and was slightly infatuated, and she forgot her words for a moment.
This sister... I seem to have never seen her before, but apart from her, there seems to be no one else who can play the role of the witch, right
While thinking, the girl in the red dress had already stood up.
The surrounding candlelight seemed to have become quiet, and the light was taken away by her delicately made-up face. She had a petite but outstanding figure, with narrow shoulders and hips, a curvy waist, and when she stepped with her straight legs, her hair fell down around her waist. Swinging gently.
When the little girl who came to urge her came to her senses, the sister had already walked to her side. She reached out and touched the little girl's head. Only then did the little girl realize that there were pale white cocoons under her sister's slender jade fingers, but even the cocoons looked so small and cute.
The little girl whispered that everyone was waiting for you and immediately went to clear the table for her. She found a strange pattern carved on the dressing table. The little girl just thought it was some kind of metaphysical totem and didn't think much about it.
The girl in the red dress has gone out.
She walked down from the attic and towards the crowd.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
The girl's red dress is like a wave of flames, her head is slightly lowered, her sleeves are hanging lightly in front of her body, her brows can't hide her nobility, and the curve of the warp is not exaggerated, but it is slender. It is suitable and looks extremely beautiful. The lightly painted face, the delicate nose, and the red and tender lips all look like poetry and painting.
Many people who looked at her, both men and women, felt their hearts slow down. They felt that the other scenes in their eyes were fading away, leaving only the girl's breezy red dress and her beautiful face.
The girl's mist-like eyelashes drooped, she gently rubbed her lower body in front of everyone, and performed an extremely standard official ceremony.
"Is there such a beautiful girl in our city?"
"She is so beautiful... The only one who can compete with her is that witch, right?"
"It's a pity that this girl is not very old, and her figure has not really grown yet."
"Is this really a woman from an art house?"
The middle-aged woman felt a sense of pride as she listened to their discussion.
She had picked this girl up outside the city a day ago. At that time, she was still worrying about the casting for this play. But the moment she saw this little girl, she felt that everything was solved. However, she did not expect that this girl was dressed up. After dressing up, she turned out to be ten times more beautiful than she imagined. If she were to live in an art building, the art building would probably be rebuilt before the royal palace.
"My sweet girl, why did you come just now?" She stepped forward quickly, held the hand of her "dear daughter" affectionately, waved her bloated arms, shouted away the others, and took the girl with her. Walk towards the back of the stage.
The girl smiled slightly apologetically at the others.
In the slight curve of the red lips, the quiet face attracted countless people. Su Yanshu, the courtesan recognized by the art house before, seemed to have turned into a vulgar pink in front of this delicate and beautiful girl.
Si Ming looked at her from a distance, looking at the girl who was the most beautiful and beautiful girl in the city, and felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
She recognized her.
Even though she was wearing a gorgeous dress and makeup, she recognized her at first sight.
She is clearly the little follower who was with Ning Changjiu before.
"Shao Xiaoli..." Siming whispered the name softly
She was nailed to the cold torture rack and watched as this girl, whom she would never have looked at in the past, blossomed with her own stunning beauty in front of her.
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(Thanks to the book friend Knighthart for the reward! Thank you to the book friend for your support and encouragement~ Mmm!)