The night is like ink, stirred by the wind and passing over this land, coming from chaos and going to desolation.
Si Ming remained trapped on the torture rack silently, like a white bird unable to spread its wings.
The killing intent and coldness disappeared from her eyes, and the hair that was blowing by her cheeks made people want to touch it and put it behind her ears.
This kind of fragility radiates from the inside out. It looks like a noble woman who has been living in the dust of an enemy country after the country was destroyed and her family was destroyed. Her features remain the same and her temperament is lonely.
Ning Jiujiu spread his hand and reached it in front of Si Ming's eyes.
Ye Da sat on Xue Yujun's back and showed a sincere smile.
Lord Xueyu thought of the embarrassment that night and wanted to say some harsh words to Siming, but now that the atmosphere was a bit serious, he wisely did not speak.
"Take me out of here first." Siming looked at the crowded city below, closed his eyes slightly, and bit his lip: "Change a place..."
"No." Ning Changjiu shook his head.
"Don't you think I'm embarrassed enough?" Siming said weakly.
Ning was not moved by her softness and fragility for a long time. He said calmly: "First make an oath and sign the spiritual contract, and then I will let you go."
There was a trace of ice in Siming's eyes again, but it quickly faded away.
"Okay." After a moment of silence, Siming nodded lightly.
The crowd in the Duanjie City raised their heads and watched what happened there. All the things that had happened before made people's blood boil. This scene seemed like the heinous evil official was finally captured by the government and sent to the execution ground in the autumn, in full view of the public. After enduring thousands of cuts, the surging public resentment turned into fanatical joy. They were delighted by the suffering of the tortured, and they also cheered and encouraged the executioner's ferocity.
It's just that the crowd gradually became quieter after the excitement reached its peak.
They found that the punishment seemed to be over, and those few people actually chatted.
Because of the darkness, they couldn't see clearly what was going on there. They could only see the white clothes and the white skirts. The one in white seemed to be a threat, and the one in white skirt seemed to be compromising. They looked a bit like a male thief and a female prostitute.
From their perspective, it was the female swordswoman in red dress and sword who was acting for heaven, punishing and admonishing the demon girl severely, while this young man entangled with a feather shadow was flying around in the air, fighting and making trouble. Not to mention that it affected their view, but in the end, he actually stepped forward with his sword and stopped the knight in red skirt from continuing to beat her.
What kind of words are these
Is it possible that the souls and lives of half the people in the city can be restored with just a few whips
There were already voices of indignation in the crowd.
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu naturally ignored these public grievances. He also wanted to kill Siming, but she contained the last hope of defeating the guilty king.
"Let's get started." Ning Jiujiu extended his hand.
He took Si Ming's black sword and used his authority and spiritual power to forcefully pry open the Nail of Judgment on Si Ming's left hand. The authority and authority collided with each other. The tips of Ning Changjiu's five fingers were all exploded by the burning Nail of Judgment. black.
He didn't care.
Siming's left hand, which had been nailed for six whole days, was finally freed.
Her arms hung down weakly, and there were still bloody holes left by nails on her wrists. There was no blood flowing out of them, and they looked like holes in white porcelain.
In order to prevent her from slipping off the torture rack, Shao Xiaoli wrapped a red rope around her body several times to tie her body tightly to the cross. The rope passed around the clothes under her breasts, making her jade peaks look even more beautiful. A little taller.
Siming didn't struggle any more.
She stretched out her hand feebly and clasped her fingers together.
"Do it yourself." Ning Jiujiu said.
What he is talking about is naturally the matter of becoming a spirit.
Siming gave a faint hum. Of course she was most familiar with the ritual of summoning spirits. Similarly, if she became a spirit, she would also be the strongest spirit in the history of Duanjie City.
Thinking that he was both a messenger and a spirit, Si Ming couldn't help but evoke a fleeting smile.
"The soul ascends to Jiuyu, the soul returns to Jiuyuan, the spiritual contract is concluded, and we will remain loyal until death..." Siming slowly spoke, and in his cold voice, the sound was long and undulating, and he sang lightly.
The palms of the two people touched each other, and a spiritual white light lit up from their palms, like a moon made by rubbing their hands. They couldn't hold it, so the moonlight slipped out from between their fingers.
As Siming sang lowly, an invisible thread grew in each of their bodies, which was their spiritual power.
The two spiritual powers are entangled and intertwined, like white snakes having sex.
"What are you doing?!" Suddenly, Ye Di stopped smiling and asked sharply.
Ning Jiujiu also opened his eyes, looking at Siming with anger gushing out of his pupils.
Siming had a faint smile.
This was a spiritual contract she designed herself. The Lord and Spirit in the spiritual contract inadvertently reversed their positions.
Previously, when Ning Jiujiu used the power of fate to make Shao Xiaoli strike out with that sword, and then made the black snake eat it head and tail, she had actually guessed that Ye Di had become his spirit.
Although many things that happened later were beyond her expectation, they almost broke her Taoist heart. But she has been a priest for thousands of years, how could she give in because of a shadow of Taoist heart and a few words
She had been waiting for this moment.
She finally caught it.
Siming raised his head, wanting to see the fear and fear in Ning Jiujiu's pupils.
But she only saw a pool of late autumn cold water, cold and clear, with her pale and weak face vaguely reflected in the pool.
Is this pretending to be calm, or is this all still within his expectations
Ning Changjiu was indeed prepared.
The process of establishing a spiritual contract is the intersection of the spirit and consciousness of both parties.
And as long as there is a slight mistake, he can let the spirit of the Sword Sutra cut off his spirit immediately.
But now, he has practiced Shura Divine Record, and his mental power is far stronger than before.
Si Ming didn't know this. Like the original Ye Shu, she never believed that anyone could complete the Shura Divine Record in one month.
But Ning Jiujiu is an exception, and how can his current mental strength be compared to the tortured Si Ming
In the observation of Si Ming's spiritual consciousness, Ning Changjiu's entangled spiritual thread, which was originally about the same thickness as his own, suddenly became several times thicker, as if it had suddenly changed from a slender snake to a dragon rising out of the sea. , instantly turned his back on the guest, and strangled the mental power that he originally wanted to force him to surrender to.
A strong sense of oppression came through her mind, and she groaned, leaning forward, her clenched red lips dripping with blood.
The current scene is like a bandit who has been hiding for many years and has perfected his peerless swordsmanship, taking the opportunity to rob the chivalrous woman who injured him back then. He tied up the chivalrous girl, thinking that the other party could do whatever she wanted because she couldn't use any clever sword moves. However, he saw the other party smile contemptuously, and quickly shot out the flying sword from the red dot between his eyebrows, stabbing the bandit into a honeycomb with a few strokes.
It turns out that during these years of hard training in Kung Fu, the other party has begun to cultivate immortality!
Siming's current mood was comparable to that of the bandit in a pool of blood.
She had managed to hide herself for so long. She thought she was going to try her best to change the situation, but she was suppressed by the method of subduing ten societies with one force, and it was difficult to make progress in the spiritual contract.
What's even more frightening is that Ning Jiujiu's spiritual power took the opportunity to invade her own consciousness. The spiritual power was like a torrent, and her current consciousness was just a village made of earthen houses, which could be razed to the ground at any time.
"I gave you a chance to be a human being, but you want to be a spiritless puppet?" Ning Changjiu said expressionlessly, and the torrent of spirit rushed into Siming's consciousness.
Si Ming was like a white bird shot by an arrow. She raised her neck and screamed miserably. Her last murderous intention was defeated. There were hundreds of ants crawling and biting in her brain, and she seemed to be nothing at any moment. A porcelain figure of consciousness or a self-destructive doll.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" Siming didn't want to become an idiot, so she held Ning Changjiu's hand hard, her fingers clasped together, and veins popped out like small snakes, and her slender forearms kept trembling.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her coldly and said, "If you don't want to live, there's nothing I can do about it."
Siming's voice was a little hoarse, and her body was trembling and trembling, pressing against the cross tightly, and her already straight legs stretched even further.
Siming felt as if her brain was about to be torn apart, and the spiritual contract she had carefully prepared was shattered into pieces by the other party. She kept panting, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and hissed. Begging for mercy: "Spare me...let...let me go..."
Ning Jiujiu slowed down his strength slightly, stared at her coldly, and asked, "Now you know you are wrong?"
This kind of condescending question made her extremely uncomfortable, but at the moment she couldn't care less: "I know... I know..."
After the severe pain subsided, Siming finally got a breather. She said in a very soft voice: "If you turn me into a puppet, the power of time will be greatly reduced. You... you will regret it."
Ning Jiujiu sneered: "You still dare to threaten me?"
"Ah -" Siming let out a short moan of pain. She wanted to pull away the hand that she had held with Ning for a long time, but her clenched fingers couldn't use the strength at all.
"I was wrong! I promised everything... everything... ah!" Siming was already talking without hesitation.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then what should you call me?"
In severe pain, Si Ming found it difficult to think, but he still subconsciously said: "Master... Master!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently and then slowly let go of his hand.
Siming's body suddenly relaxed. She was like a deer whose neck was bitten by a tiger. When she was about to die, the tiger finally removed its fangs.
The aftertaste of pain still dazzled her.
This mental torment was infinitely more painful than the physical whippings and beatings that Shao Xiaoli suffered.
And her spirit was originally very difficult to invade. This time, when she was still forming a spirit, she attached it herself. Unfortunately, the devil was as tall as the devil. Her mental power was crushed by the other party, and the spiritual world was left open. The door was also broken into.
She was exhausted and leaned weakly on the torture frame. Her cold skin was covered with wet sweat. Every time the night wind passed by, the coolness made her shiver.
Her hair was stuck to her cheeks, her frosty eyes were bloodshot, and her mouth was filled with coldness, and her breath was like a gossamer.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Shout again."
This moment was different from just now. She was now conscious and could feel everyone's eyes.
Ye Chu's smile, Shao Xiaoli's disdain, the ugly chicken's joy, and Ning Changjiu's indifference.
Siming lowered his head feebly and said softly: "Master."
Ning looked into her eyes for a long time, confirming that all her energy at the moment had been drained away, and then grabbed her hand again: "Let's start, if you try any tricks this time, I won't let you go."
Ning Jiujiu may now directly make her into his puppet, but as Siming said, her authority may be greatly reduced with the loss of her divinity.
Siming no longer resisted.
This was her weakest moment in seven hundred years.
Seeing her like this, Ye Da couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Just when the spiritual contract was about to be concluded, a voice suddenly sounded:
"Tiger falls on the sun, dragon leaves the water, is this all about the priests of the Kingdom of God?"
The sound comes from the crow on the golden cross.
No one had noticed it before.
And it just pecked at Siming's divinity dully, showing no intelligence at all. But at this moment, when all the dust was about to fall to the ground, the black-feathered crow suddenly spoke.
Ning looked at it for a long time, his eyes burning like a torch, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.
The black-feathered crow squawked and said: "It's ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous for a great priest to be willing to be a slave."
It kept repeating the last syllable, the sound shrill and unpleasant.
"Shut up!" Si Mingqing scolded, and the heartbreaking pain came to his mind again.
Ning Jiujiu grabbed her hand tightly and said: "Qi Ling! Otherwise we will all die!"
As he spoke, he even drew out his sword and broke the nail in Si Ming's right hand.
But it was too late.
The crow on the golden cross looked behind them.
Ye Di sighed and turned around, knowing that it was already too late.
Midnight has not yet arrived, but the sinner came first.
He broke away from the absolutely flowing time, fell from the sky, and came to them.
Sin Lord was still wearing the extremely black robe. There was a huge gap on the right side of the robe, and the entire arm, shoulders and half of the body disappeared. At the edge of the robe, there was faint light flowing and burning.
That was the injury that Ye Da tried his best to inflict on him.
Limited by this world, even Sin Lord cannot fully recover from such a serious injury in a short time.
He did not look at Ye Ju, the culprit of his injuries, but looked at Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu also stared at Sui Jun quietly.
"It turns out it's you." Sin Lord said suddenly.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Who am I?"
Sin Lord did not answer directly, but said: "Shouldn't your soul have been thrown into the endless reincarnation of the eternal world long ago? Who put you back together?"
He could hear the real confusion in the sinful king's words.
The Lord of the Kingdom of God is mysterious and powerful. Every time he speaks a word, his status will appear to be slightly lower. Only things that truly exist in the unknown can arouse his shock.
The eternal world is the kingdom of Lei Lao, the Lord of the Kingdom of God.
How powerful would it be to seize the soul from the Lord of the Kingdom of God
That person should be the same person as the person who killed the leader of this Kingdom of God.
It is impossible for this world to have power that surpasses the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and the alien demon is only a legendary thing that disappeared thousands of years ago, and even ancient gods like them have never seen it.
Who is that person
Sin Lord looked at Ning for a long time, the mist billowing in the black robe, slowly filling the gap.
The confrontation was extremely short, and Ning Jiujiu would never just watch Zuijun slowly recover from his injuries.
Ning Jiujiu didn't have time to bond with Si Ming. After he whispered "North" to Shao Xiaoli, he held the black sword and rushed directly to Zui Jun.
"blasphemers shall be punished by death."
Sin Lord quietly pronounced his verdict on the boy in white before he moved.
His speed was several times faster than Ning Changjiang.
At the same time, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire city, and then a thunder resounded throughout the world.
The people in Broken Boundary City have never seen lightning or heard thunder.
And this is not a real thunder and lightning.
This is divine punishment.
Sin Lord stretched out his hand and caught the lightning across the sky.
The bright electric light was held in his remaining left hand, and wisps of electricity rushed around in his palm, spitting out thunder shards.
It was his blade of judgment.
At the same time, the rest of the thunder and lightning fell in the direction of Ning Jiujiu. It was the judgment of Ning Jiujiu. It would continue to chase and kill the judged person until death.
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Siming's pupils were illuminated by thunder and lightning.
The Nail of Judgment was pulled out of her body, and it was her night again, so the whole night was like a tide, returning to her body with spiritual power and realm.
The moment the lightning fell, she put her hands together with difficulty, and clasped her open thumb and index finger together, forming a prismatic space between her hands.
"Return." Siming shouted weakly.
After a few days, she was finally able to exert her authority again.
But nothing goes back.
Sin Lord gave her a flat look.
Si Ming's spiritual power is too low now, and even his authority is as fragile as porcelain, breaking at the touch of a touch.
Ning Jiujiu did not do anything unnecessary. He drew his sword and struck directly at the incoming thunder and lightning. The light of the sword cut through the lightning, and the lightning fragments flew into a circle and struck at Sin Lord.
Sin Lord held up the sword of thunder and lightning. His movements looked very slow, even like feathers floating in the air, but every time he swung the sword, a string of bright thunder shadows would be dragged out.
Fast and slow, movement and stillness, seem to be just a thought.
Rulun's thunder shards were chopped into pieces and turned into dots.
The electric light chased after him. Ning Changjiu held the black sword and made a sword-back pose. He used the sword body and sword energy to deflect part of the power of judgment. He stretched out his other hand and took the ordinary long sword handed over by Shao Xiaoli. The sword continued to charge up and slashed at the guilty king.
Naturally, an ordinary sword could not last long. In the short moment of the sword's edge, the sword was turned into scrap metal, and the sword fire on it was torn away.
Ding, ding, ding—
Ning Jiujiu held the black sword again and collided with Sin Lord's lightning sword.
The Shura Divine Record was activated crazily, pushing his physical and mental strength to the extreme that this world could tolerate.
If he were in the outside world, he would directly break through the bottleneck of the longevity realm and advance into the Purple Court.
In terms of the strength of his spiritual power, he is not much inferior to Sin Lord at this moment.
The clanging of swords kept ringing in the sky above the Broken Boundary City, like the mourning sound of the dead.
Those thunders and lightnings of judgment are still like relentless killers, pursuing them from the side and back. Ning Jiujiu uses the power of fate to lead them to crosses, black snakes or other buildings, but this is just a delaying tactic. If the object of judgment is not killed, the power of judgment will never disappear.
Ning Jiujiu seemed to have returned to the long street on a rainy night at that time. He still had the same sword, no unnecessary movements, only following the simplest route, but the sharp edge was enough to cut through gold and jade.
But Sin Lord's sword is not inferior to his in any way.
After a few breaths of fighting, lightning filled the sky, and Ning Changjiu's sword shadow was swallowed up and pushed back.
Cha—
A bolt of lightning struck Ning Jiujiu from the side and only hit his ribs.
Thunder and lightning exploded on his body, burning with pain and leaving black marks on his extremely powerful Shura body.
Ning Changjiu's sword stagnated slightly, half a minute slower.
Sin Lord cut into his gap, and the lightning accumulated in the sky was like a pool of water, suddenly suppressed.
Ning Jiujiu was forced to block with his horizontal sword, but the sword domain was shattered before it could condense. His figure was struck by a giant thunder and fell like a meteorite.
The crowd on the ground had already dispersed.
Ning Jiujiu was smashed into a house, and the smoke and dust everywhere were immediately illuminated by the electric light, making the particles distinct.
Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth and stood up. He briefly knocked away a few entangled thunder and lightning with his black sword, but was pushed out by the remaining ones and knocked out of the broken house.
In the sky at this moment, Shao Xiaoli looked anxiously in the direction of Ning Changjiu. She carried Si Ming on her back, tied the golden cross with a red rope, and quickly slid down with her on her back, using the body of the black snake below as a buffer, and jumped On to the ground.
Siming snorted and slowly gathered strength without any further struggle.
Mr. Xueyu also took advantage of the gap between their battles to escape crazily, carrying Ye Da on his back, as far as he could.
Ning Jiujiu's white clothes were chopped into burnt color, and his arms were exposed. The muscles that exploded were not exaggerated, but they were red and powerful under the light of the electric light.
He held the long black sword, looked at Shao Xiaoli who was running towards him, and shouted: "Back off!"
Shao Xiaoli was slightly startled, and stepped back a little out of trust.
The next moment, between them, a sword made of thunder and lightning fell from the sky and smashed into the ground.
The figure of the guilty king is outlined from behind the sword.
He stood with one hand holding the sword, facing Ning Changjiu and his back to Shao Xiaoli. His black robe was fluttering, and there was darkness under the long beak-like brim of his hat. His eyes, as indifferent as the way of heaven, were hidden in the darkness.
Ning looked at him for a long time and felt invincible.
Sin Lord is much more powerful than he thought.
Even if he obtained destiny, obtained the Shura Divine Record, and faced him in full glory, he still could not defeat the injured Sin Lord.
Sin Jun turned around and took a look.
At that moment, Shao Xiaoli felt that she couldn't breathe. An invisible fist shook her lower abdomen. She arched her body, slipped suddenly, and hit a huge stone pillar. Siming on her back groaned in pain, Try your best to use your spiritual power to dissolve it.
"Prisoner." Sin Lord said one word.
The originally golden cross suddenly melted and turned into thousands of golden lights, falling down like raindrops. It was like an upside-down Manzhuhuahua. The golden, rolled-up petals, just as it symbolized, transformed into Made a golden prison that cannot be broken out of.
Shao Xiaoli and Siming were both trapped inside. The black crow sat on the cage and screamed strangely, like a cold jailer.
It is not a puppet that only knows commands.
Fortunately, Ning Jiujiu and Si Ming had not truly formed a spiritual bond before, otherwise at the critical moment, the black crow would have penetrated and deprived both of them of their spiritual intelligence.
Ning Jiujiu was unable to help them at this moment.
He must divert the sinner.
For the rest of the matter in the city, he could only hope that Shao Xiaoli could break the cage.
I don’t know if this girl can be relied on...
Ning Jiujiu's figure flickered, his spiritual energy surged, he walked in white clothes close to the ground, and fled towards the outside of the city.
Although he prepared several small flying formations outside, the Lightning of Judgment was chasing after them, and he didn't even have time to draw the formations at the moment.
Sin Lord stretched out his hand and drew a perfect circle in front of him.
When the circle was finished, the darkness at the open city gate condensed infinitely, like a barrier, preventing Ning Jiujiu from escaping first.
Then, Sin Lord moved quickly and caught up with him dragging his lightning sword.
The sound of clang, clang, clang is like the urgent beat in the middle of the night.
Ning Jiujiu's white clothes were burned by lightning and stained with a lot of burnt black color.
When approaching the city gate, the figure of Sin Lord suddenly stopped slightly.
The thunder sword in his hand instantly grew several times longer.
At the same time, there was a hissing sound from the side of his black robe, which was the backlash of the whole world against the sinful king when the laws of the world were broken.
In Ning Changjiu's eyes, the sword magnified exponentially. When it came close to him, he didn't know how to catch it, so he could only resist with Shura's body.
The sword energy hit Ning Jiujiu's body.
He was like a firecracker ejected, suddenly smashing into the darkness in the center of the city gate.
His fall slowed as he hit the darkness—the darkness was as thick as a swamp.
This is also a prison.
"Can't win..."
Frustrating thoughts suddenly flashed through Ning Changjiu's mind.
Sin Lord is too powerful, how can he have even a chance
That is the Lord of the Kingdom of God...
So tired…
Despair is like a swarm of bats, flying across the sea of consciousness, blocking out the sky and the sun.
"Wake up! Don't fall into Sin Lord's trap!"
Within the body, the spirit of the Sword Sutra suddenly shouted: "You can die if you want, but don't risk my life too!"
Ning Changjiu's mind wandered slightly.
"Ning Jiujiu, don't you understand? How can there be any supreme law in this world? There is only the power to crush everything. Outside, Sin Lord has such power that he can crush you to death like an ant, but It’s different here, everything he uses now is his limit!”
"His laws are not unbreakable, nor are his judgments truly unending."
"It can be destroyed and erased, as long as you have the power to match or surpass it!"
"Wake up!"
In the heart of the lake, the words of the spirit of the Sword Sutra stirred up a storm.
Ning's spiritual power, which had been eroded by darkness for a long time, was cleared.
The golden light in his pupils was like a rising dust storm.
In the Zi Mansion, the golden crow had already coveted such darkness, but his spirit had been disturbed by Lord Sui before, so he didn't notice it.
Sin Lord stood in front of the black curtain of the city gate, wanting to send the thunder sword in, completely dispelling his power, and then strip him of the truth about the past events thousands of years ago.
But the next moment, a bright golden light split through the thick darkness.
The black night was torn apart.
Ning Jiujiu's black sword burned with golden flames, like a hairpin blade, piercing the entire night and slashing out.
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