Ning Jiujiu loosened the front of her dress for her, and skillfully opened the belt of her black robe with his other hand. The robe was slightly loose, and Siming's sucking on the dead branches became slightly stiff, and a very shallow smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The curvature of her eyes was covered with fine eyelashes, covering the expression in her pupils.
"That night in Xuexia, I never thought that today would happen." Siming's lips tilted slightly and he suddenly smiled.
Ning Jiujiu originally thought that after Si Ming got off the torture rack, he would immediately become angry when he saw him again and use all possible means to kill him first.
But at this moment, she seemed to be focusing on the overall situation. Instead of being angry, she had a cold smile. There seemed to be a faint mist between her eyebrows, and there was no trace of murderous intent.
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "No matter what old grudges we had before, it's best to let them go first. After tonight, we can settle them one by one."
Siming said calmly: "Are you confident that you can defeat Sin King?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "No."
Siming said: "What's next?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Be my spirit, I..."
Ning Jiujiu's words suddenly shocked him, and he happened to untie Siming's front shirt.
The belt hangs down and the skirt ripples.
Siming looked at him with a smile.
Ning Jiujiu saw a piece of snow that was as fine as fat and as smooth as jade. The bottom of the snow was narrow and flat, and there were raised snow peaks above. The snow peaks were high, cold and proud, unstained by dust, and there were red plum blossoms on the top of the peaks. Blooming, towering and trembling in the cold wind and snow, waiting shyly. Under the snow, there are two straight and lonely mountain roads. The white mountains between the roads are flawless, hiding a rift valley. In the rift valley, there seems to be a peerless crimson ice lotus hidden in it. The petals are slightly folded and slightly closed, hiding in the rift valley. Among the pure white and slightly ridged snow hills, there seems to be a winding path that no one has ever set foot on, where you can find pearls, jade, and waterfalls.
The smoky and silent room seemed to be illuminated by the soft shadow of the moon.
Siming's reddish lips curled up slightly, like the new moon rising over the treetops.
This scene is extremely beautiful, with a radiant glow, but the blood stains on it are like cracks, and the scars are difficult to hide, staining the snowy peaks like plum blossoms.
Ning was silent for a long time. He didn't know why he saw this scene, but there was no obvious fluctuation on his face. He was extremely cold.
He thought to himself that if he had any strange emotions at the moment, not only would he feel sorry for Lu Marian and Zhao Xianger, but it would also cast a shadow over him when he faced Si Ming in the future. And he claimed to be a gentleman with a clear heart, so his expression It must be calm and natural, consistent with your identity, and you must not show any flutter in your heart.
Siming's lips tilted, sucking on the dead branches like a jade flute. In the past, she hated others seeing her body the most, but after being tortured for six days and the whip falling in the rain, her mood changed silently. She only found everything that happened in front of her interesting. She could vaguely feel that if she could If she survives under the hands of the guilty king, she will truly enter a new realm in the future.
Both of them had their own thoughts.
Everything happened in a very short time, and the blending of images and thoughts only took the blink of an eye.
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Didn't you like to wear multiple clothes in the past? Why did you change your temper again?"
As he spoke, his hand covered her wound and healed her.
Siming smiled and said: "When the whip fell in the past, why didn't you think of healing me?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to talk nonsense and continued: "After we recover from our injuries, we will form a spirit immediately. If we delay any longer, we will really have no chance."
Si Ming, however, became a little angry: "Being your spirit? What are the benefits?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is no benefit, this is no other choice."
Siming did not answer directly. She handed back the dead branch, thanked her softly, and looked at her injuries as she healed and her body became perfect again, and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful than me? "
Ning Jiujiu said: "I've seen it before."
No matter how Siming's mood changes, she has an almost pathological confidence in her appearance and figure. She believes that Ning Jiujiu is just deliberately irritating herself. Except for the woman whose appearance she has forgotten, who killed the God Lord, there are other people in the world. Who can compete with me
Si Ming's bloody mouth quickly became scarred and the wound healed.
At the same time, she also stretched out her hand, activated her authority, and used the power of time to cover Ning Jiujiu, speeding up the flow, and Ning Jiujiu's physical injuries healed visibly.
Because her authority can only be used once in a short period of time, it is the most time-saving way for him to heal himself and use his authority by himself.
Ning Changjiu's fingers were like geese returning from dusk snow, leaving the snowy field. His overlapping robes were like closed night curtains, covering the snowy scene.
Siming tightened his belt again, and she stood up from her body that was leaning against the wall. She tucked her silver hair behind her neck. Then she randomly found a piece of dried and pliable weed and tied her hair tightly.
She has slender breasts and tall figure. After standing up straight now, she is even taller than the young Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu looked at her expressionlessly and stretched out his hand: "Lingqi, let's start."
Siming lamented: "It's too late."
Thunder pierced the sky and lightning flashed. The roof of the house was instantly lifted off, and the straw was instantly ignited by the thunder and lightning, spreading into a huge fire.
Ning Changjiu and Siming's figures, one black and one white, rushed out of the house that was about to be destroyed in an instant.
The pure black figure of Sin Lord was reflected in the firelight.
The endless black feathers turned into swarms of blood crows, noisily walking through them, and densely pounced on the two escaping figures.
The lightning gun had turned into a scythe, and the electric light twisted and swept into a thunder arc, and the nearby abandoned house was instantly destroyed.
The energy of thunder and lightning invaded the back of Ning Jiujiu's neck.
He used the power of Shura and plundered side by side with Si Ming. When he approached a giant tree, he paused slightly, stretched out his hand, cut open the giant tree, and pulled out a sword from it.
The sword light like a moon arc instantly lit up, colliding with the thunder arc, and each shattered. Siming used the power of time to wrap the two figures at the same time.
They shuttled between the layers of time realms. The aura of collapse came from behind, and the surrounding wilderness scenery quickly retreated. The cold wind blowing in front of them became more and more chilly. He glanced at the woman beside him, Si Ming, who was wearing a black robe like a cloak, put his hands by his side, like a fish scurrying wildly in the water, and the wind in front of him poured into his robe.
In the past, the leader of that tribe once told him that the deeper you go into the wilderness, the faster time flows.
At this moment, he could still clearly feel the abnormality of the nearby scenery.
And Sin Lord also traveled through time realms like small worlds, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, chasing behind him with bright electric light.
The first one to fight back was Si Ming.
She used her authority to wrap herself up and adjust her time back to one breath ago.
She intertwined with the figure of Sin King.
A breath ago, she happened to be behind Sin Jun at this moment.
The black sword slashed at Sin Lord's shoulder and neck.
Ning Jiujiu also stopped and formed a flanking attack with Siming to help her delay Sin Lord's attack.
Zuijun possesses a powerful "Xuanjia", and Si Ming also possesses the supreme divine sword. He cannot break Zuijun's defense, but Si Ming may be able to.
After all, Ye Chu has used hundreds of years of hard work to prove that Sin Lord is not truly invulnerable.
It's just that Ning Changjiu's sword is only three feet long, while the thunder and lightning symbolizing the law of Suijun is ten feet long, so it is difficult for him to get close to Suijun.
Ning Chang's body rose from the ground with the sword energy and turned into billowing white waves.
This is Hakuhongkan Japanese style.
I would rather not hurt Sin Lord for a long time, I just hope to delay his presence for a while.
His sword did the job.
When Sin Lord was slightly distracted for a moment, Si Ming's sword struck his shoulder, causing a slight dent.
Siming felt that Sin Jun's body seemed not to be real flesh and blood, but more like some kind of aggregated substance. What flows out of the wound opened by the sword is not blood, but silver-white, divine radiance.
The radiant ants crawled onto Si Ming's black sword, dyeing the edge of her sword a color like mercury.
Siming suddenly looked dazed. She secretly thought something was wrong and it was too late to draw the sword. The divine brilliance stuck to the sword, and Sin Lord began to invade Siming's spirit. Ning Jiujiu had learned from the past that Siming was extremely afraid of the oppression and cleansing of her spirit, and she even had the idea of abandoning the sword and running away.
Of course Ning Jiujiu would not just watch Si Ming being eroded. He turned into a rainbow and kept moving around in the thunder and lightning, avoiding the killing power of judgment. Then he changed his moves when he was close to the guilty king, first using the mirror The technique of the middle water and the moon passed through a bolt of thunder and lightning falling in the air, and then used the Dahe Rudu style to set off a violent wave of sword intent, and hit the guilty king head and face.
Sin King's figure does not move.
With a flash of lightning, the blood crow flew back, condensing behind itself into a giant sword wrapped with electric wires, and crashed into Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiuwu had no time to use Water Moon in the Mirror again, so he could only push Shura's body to the extreme and use his body to resist Sin Lord's damage.
The white clothes behind him were shattered in an instant. The sword hit Ning Jiujiu's rock-hard body. Sparks flew everywhere, and then pierced the flesh and blood and penetrated into the body. The sword's intention exploded like firecrackers, hitting him hard. His back was bloody and bloody.
Si Ming got a chance to breathe. As soon as the spiritual platform was cleared, the blank time of her authority had also been delayed. When she activated it again, it directly dissolved the sinful king's overflowing divine brilliance.
Ning Changjiu's sword energy melted away in front of Sin Lord, and the huge sword made of blood crows behind him kept sinking into his body. Fortunately, Shura's power was unparalleled, and even Sin Lord's sword moved slowly.
Ning Jiujiu activated the power of fate and searched for opportunities to escape for himself.
He found a glimmer of life. That vitality comes from Si Ming.
After Siming pulled out the black sword, she flashed and came to Ning Jiujiu's side. She cut off the blood crow with one sword and stretched out her hand to pull Ning Jiujiu's figure out from the crowd of crows.
The dense crowd of crows did not disperse and continued to cover him. At the same time, the figure of Sin Lord flickered and suddenly appeared in front of him, and his long and slender hook-like claws slammed down.
Siming picked up Ning Changjiu, who was injured on his back, and his figure drifted away. Where they had stood before, the land was sunken, and a huge palm print suddenly appeared.
Ning Changjiu coughed a few times and gently broke away from Siming's arm. He glanced at the twisted iron sword in his hand, threw it back, and then took it out from another tree dozens of miles away. Got another one.
"Are you a squirrel?" Even though the situation was critical, Siming still couldn't help but ask.
Ning Changjiu said: "It's a pity that these swords are not easy to use."
Siming frowned and said, "Why do you want to borrow a foreign object as a sword?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Otherwise?"
Siming said: "You have completed the Shura Divine Record, why don't you take the Heart Sword for your own use?"
"Heart Sword?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
Siming mocked: "You don't think that the Shura Divine Record is just something to improve physical and mental strength, do you?"
Ning Jiujiu looked at his body and wanted to take out the Heart Sword from Siming's mouth, but he only found many fragmentary fragments of the sword shadow and could not piece it together completely.
After a brief exchange, Sin Lord's figure approached again.
Ning Jiujiu was injured and it was difficult to get rid of it quickly, and Si Ming was no match for Zuijun on his own.
The small flying formation outside the broken house was also wiped out after the arrival of Lord Sin. They had no way out.
After the wasteland, there is a desert. At the end of the desert is a glacier. The appearance of this glacier is not much different from the previous one, but the life in it is very different from the previous one. As soon as Ning Jiujiu entered the glacier, he saw groups of white snow pythons. Dragging across the snow, they gathered towards the center.
The middle of the glacier is not a glacier, but a cold crack. Under the crack is a mist of cold or hot air, and below the abyss is a huge sea.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other, and then they fell into the abyss together.
Sin Lord stopped at the entrance of the ice sea.
Many snakes with gray scales passed by him and fell into the ice sea.
Sin Lord does not like sea water.
Because in the past, there lived in the sea water an existence that he hated and even feared. That existence later became the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and even the strongest one among the twelve Lords of the Kingdom in terms of combat power.
Because the one who was once stronger than it had fallen into the world five hundred years ago, and was replaced by a new god.
When Sin Lord first came here, he originally thought that this divine kingdom was the kingdom of the fallen divine master, so he didn't find it too strange.
But later he discovered that was not the case.
This seems to be another country.
This thing was unbelievable even to him.
In addition to the one who is known to the other God Lords, who died, is there another unknown God Lord who has also died
Sin Lord's hesitation was equally short, and his figure got into the sea water.
The dark seawater swallowed them up, and the next moment, a huge whirlpool emerged in the seawater. The long roar of the whale dragon resounded in the seawater and spread in waves.
"Where to go?" Siming asked.
"Follow the trail of the snow snake and go out through the next exit." Ning Jiujiu said, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.
The injury on his back was a bit serious and it was difficult for him to walk quickly, so he did not resist Si Ming's support this time and allowed the other party to hold his own hand and keep walking.
Not far away, a dim light shone down.
Many snow snakes and snow leopards gathered there, and when the whale dragon roared, those creatures began to scatter.
As he approached the exit, Ning Changjiu suddenly pinched his throat and emitted a series of sound waves, imitating the long roar of the whale dragon.
A huge sound of water came from behind, and the king of the deep sea, which was so huge that it was indescribable, was like a big ship and rammed towards their direction.
Siming said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Ning didn't explain for a long time and kept making this sound.
Countless water bubbles spit out from behind, and the huge black shadow has emerged behind it, getting bigger and bigger. Its huge mouth is a real, devouring abyss.
Siming immediately used the power of time to slow down the whale dragon slightly, but her authority was not complete, and the effect was worse for the larger things. The whale dragon broke through the power of authority and rushed over. Ning Jiujiu suddenly backhanded Holding Siming's wrist, he manipulated the power of fate and activated the command that allowed them to escape. Then, somehow, Whale Dragon's reaction became a little slower. After they rushed out of the ice cave first, Only then did the whale dragon's huge body collide.
The whale dragon blocked this exit tightly.
It is one of the most powerful beings in the world. It is difficult to penetrate with a scaly skin and sword, and it is difficult for even the Sin King to kill it.
Siming glanced into the cave and realized Ning Jiujiu's intention, but she still glared at him and said angrily: "Let's go."
Ning Changjiu and Siming waded across the glacier together.
Beyond the glacier is a jumble of grottoes, with volcanic smoke rising from many of them.
Ning Changjiu said: "Borrow me a strand of hair."
Si Ming frowned slightly, but without asking why, he cut off a strand of silver-white hair and handed it to Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu took over the hair and cut off a strand himself. His fingers moved quickly, tying each other's hair together, making a knot, and then threw it wherever he passed. In the cave.
Siming understood. This was a method similar to that of grass-piercing people. They could use their hair to simulate their breath, making it look like the real thing.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Go out."
Siming asked: "Aren't you hiding here anymore?"
Ning Jiujiu said succinctly: "It won't work here, the deeper the better."
Siming's eyes narrowed slightly.
Passing by this grotto, there was another abandoned house. Deep in the adjacent earthen houses, there was also a temple. They understood it and got into the temple together.
As soon as Ning Chang's feet landed on the ground, he vomited out a mouthful of blood that had been suppressed for a long time.
He stumbled, stepped on the broken grass on the ground, and fell directly onto the straw mat in front of the statue.
Si Ming's ink robe was barefoot and landed lightly on the ground.
This temple house is very dilapidated. The copper lamps on both sides are covered with dust. The gray and white curtains hanging above cover the upper body of the statue. The wooden table for offering sacrifices in front of the statue is also dilapidated. There are still a few empty ones stored on it. white bowl.
"Heal my injury quickly." Ning Jiujiu urged while running his Shura body to ease the injury.
Siming stopped and said coldly: "I won't tell you to hurry up."
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "It's time now, stop being so petty."
Siming asked, "Why not?"
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath, lamenting that everything in the world was like a cloud, and said in compromise: "I beg you, the priest, to heal me."
Si Ming sat down cross-legged behind him and asked, "Do you really want to live?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Who wants to die?"
Siming shook his head and said, "I can see that you are obsessed and want to meet someone."
Ning remained silent for a long time.
Siming smiled and said, "Did I tell you right?"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Not really."
Siming sneered and said, "Do you think you can deceive me?"
Ning Jiujiu said truthfully: "Maybe three."
Siming narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It seems that you really want to die. At this time, are you still in the mood to joke with me?"
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "Heal my injury first."
Si Ming was unmoved and continued to ask: "Which three?"
"Junior sister, master, and fiancée." Ning Changjiu spoke quickly: "In no particular order."
Siming heard the first two names and sneered: "Beast."
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "You first..."
Siming interrupted: "I think your junior sister is still young, so not counting her for now, which one do you like more, your master or your fiancée?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to talk nonsense and took a white bowl from the table without hesitation: "My fiancée is at the bottom of the bowl, and my master is at the top of the bowl."
As he said that, he threw it away.
With a snap, the white bowl smashed to pieces on the ground.
"..." Ning Jiujiu knew that he was impatient, but he couldn't even control his strength.
Siming looked at the bowl on the ground and said softly: "This is not a good sign."
Ning Jiujiu thought of their voices and faces. He closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said helplessly: "Although life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor, I don't believe in this."
"Are you worried about them?" Si Ming smiled lightly, put her hand on Ning Jiujiu's back, and finally began to heal his wounds. She said softly: "The floor is full of broken porcelain. I think the ominous omen is about to come true." I'm pregnant."
Ning Jiujiu then remembered that Siming's real name was Xue Ci.
Siming looked at his back that had returned to its original state, holding Ning in a trance for a long time. He held a hand that had already been made and immediately covered it.
"Ah..." Ning Jiujiu groaned in pain and said sharply: "What did you do?"
Siming's hand touched his back and said: "It's nothing, I just left you with the official seal of a priest. When the time comes, you can interpret the spiritual contract for me, and I will interpret the official seal for you."
Ning remained silent for a moment before agreeing.
Siming said: "When the time comes, I will have a life-and-death showdown with you. You should pray that you can win, otherwise, I will kill that uneducated dead girl in front of you and make her life miserable. die."
Ning Changjiu said: "Winning or losing is a matter of tomorrow, don't talk nonsense."
Siming hummed and stretched out his hand.
Ning Jiujiu also stretched out his hand, pressed it on, and folded his hands.
Outside the temple, the noisy sound of blood crows could be heard in the distance.
"The soul ascends to Jiuyu, the soul returns to Jiuyuan, the spiritual contract is concluded, and it will last until death..."
Si Ming also spoke much faster.
The ceremony for establishing the spiritual contract was somewhat crude.
A black crow has stopped on the top of the temple.
After Si Ming finished reading the ceremony draft and oath, he immediately said: "Blood!"
Ning Jiujiu immediately grabbed the black sword and wanted to cut his palm, but the next moment, the thunder light illuminated the people and the statues of gods brightly, and a violent thunder flash overturned the entire temple. The sound of thunderstorm was accompanied by the raging flames. With the arrival of the King of Sin, he descended from the sky.
The black crow had actually already caught up with them.
But the guilty king had to appear at the most critical moment, because this was the best way to destroy their fighting spirit.
The spear of the thunder spear was pierced into the ruins of the ground, and the tip of the spear was exactly the center point of Ning Changchun and Si Ming.
The two were forced to run in completely opposite directions.
Zui Jun stood on the gun that was stuck on the ground. His right hand had already taken shape. When he fully recovered, the two of them would no longer be his opponents.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other.
At the end of the ceremony, Si Ming must drink Ning Jiujiu's blood before their spiritual contract is truly fulfilled.
But now that the Sinful King is standing in the middle of them, he will definitely not let them get close to each other.
Ning took a deep breath.
He no longer had anything to hide, and asked silently in his heart: "Are you ready?"
The Spirit of Sword Scripture nodded.
Ning Jiujiu restrained all his murderous intent, his pupils dilated slightly, and then glowed with golden light.
His consciousness was dark, and the only light was lit, and the light spot was golden.
That's where the guilty king is.
Ning Jiujiu thrust out this sword. When he thrust out this sword, he poured all his thoughts into it, in a posture that even if he was the God Lord and a true immortal, he would be cut into two pieces by this sword. Stab towards the only bright spot.
There was a hint of danger in Sin Lord's heart.
At the same time, Siming also held a black sword and imitated the exact same movements, slashing at the guilty king to confuse his hearing and hearing.
The right sleeve of Suijun's robe happened to be completely restored, and his hands turned into palms at the same time, and he patted the two of them.
"The one who drew the sword died at the hands of this mysterious existence." Ning Jiujiu changed his fate.
Zuijun was also a little confused. He was originally unable to kill Ning Jiujiu with one blow, but Ning Jiujiu found his own way to death. So after the sword was thrust out, Ning Jiujiu seemed to be suffering from internal injuries. The direction of the sword was slightly deviated from the direction of the sword. Sin Lord staggered, and Sin Lord's claws hit the position of his Qi Sea, shattering his Qi Sea into pieces.
But it was not Ning Chang who died.
Because the one who drew the sword was not him, but the spirit of the Sword Sutra in the Qi Sea.
There is still a glimmer of hope for Ningjiu.
Without enough realm to support the calculation power, Sin Jun also miscalculated for the first time in a real sense.
While blood and water exploded. Si Ming, who pretended to make a sword, used his authority to return to the position three breaths ago - which happened to be next to Ning Changjiu.
She picked up a drop of blood with her sword and brought it to her lips.
Blood beads dyed the entire lips a sad color.
The spiritual contract is established.
The powers of time and destiny converge vertically.
The intersection between them is a mysterious and wonderful realm, which contains the real infinite possibilities of destiny, even beyond time in the traditional sense.
The scale of destiny has changed from the plane of the present to a three-dimensional one that is too connected to the future.
That intersection accommodated Ning Jiujiu's broken body.
At the other end of the intersection, the restored white clothes shattered and came out of the void. All his injuries were healed, and the spirit of the Sword Sutra was resurrected. In a flash of consciousness, the eighty-one moves recorded by Shura God, and all sword-related moves came to him like carp attracted by bait.
Beiming Divine Sword, Hanchuan Sword, Baizi Sword, Wentian Hanpo Sword, White Bone Sword, Qiankun Sword...
Dozens of classics gathered together, some of them became the hilt of the sword, some became the sword's trestle, and then the Northern Ming Shen Shen Sword was used as the bone. The steel fragments were pieced together along the sword bone, tightly fitting together, and bright as a mirror!
He pressed his heart and pulled it out suddenly, and the silver glow rose into the sky overnight like a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years.
He forcefully pulled out a silver sword from his body.
That's Shura's sword.
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