Before his vision was swallowed up, Ning Jiujiu saw the true face of the guilty king.
After the black robe was lifted, his body seemed to have been untied from some kind of seal, and the black ghostly energy spread rapidly.
His body also expanded rapidly like a salute exploded from it. The first thing to unfold was a pair of slender wings behind him. The strong wind generated between the wing membranes swept away the netherworld air, revealing his body hidden in the darkness. The bones in the center of the body seemed to be made of countless slender hemp ropes. Twisted, there are steel-hard ribs on both sides, embedded in the muscle skin. Under the body, there are demonic legs with distinct muscles. The claws on the feet are long and slender, with a strange beauty. His hands The claws were suspended on both sides, and there were no arms connected to them. Instead, there was black mist.
Behind the black mist are his eyes.
It was a sideways eye. The whites of his eyes were black, but two white pupils were opened in the center.
His entire body looked like the word "sin" in the shape of a myth with its wings spread out.
As soon as this image appeared in Ning Changjiu's eyes, severe pain was like a needle pricking into him, causing his pupils to lose color and his eyes to bleed.
At the moment when the stinging sensation came, Ning Jiujiu did not hesitate. Behind him, the void cracked, and the point that suddenly appeared accommodated him again. He crossed the layers of illusory time, and the sound of the rushing water of the underworld rang in his ears. In a slight daze, Ning Jiujiu seemed to be in a canyon. Looking around, the stone walls of the deep canyon were like hollow coffins, which were full of corpses with ferocious faces. They were of different shapes, but without exception they were The empty bone sockets turned towards him.
The layers of space behind him were overwhelmed and began to collapse.
The sinful king's true form appeared in this world, so the existence of the world seemed like a kind of blasphemy against the gods. The whole world is like an extremely deep sea water, with wild air currents surging in it, setting off huge waves, and those waves keep beating Xiang Ning for a long time. Ning Changjiu's silver-white sword light was getting weaker and weaker as he was beaten.
After crossing that intersection, Ning's long-broken eyes had recovered, but he did not dare to look at Sin Lord and could only flee deeper into the sky in embarrassment.
The guilty king at this moment is the only helmsman of this sea.
The chaotic air flow was like a wind knife passing by the side, cutting away the face.
When Ning Jiujiu's figure rose crazily, black smoke emerged from the strong wind. The black smoke was like a hand and suddenly wrapped around his ankle.
The cage of judgment locked him impregnably.
Ning Jiujiu cut off his feet directly and continued to ascend, breaking out of the shell at the next intersection, like a new life.
But he could feel that behind him, there was a huge shadow approaching at a faster speed.
Sin Lord's eyes locked on him.
He was like a huge octopus suddenly protruding from the deep sea, wrapping its tentacles towards its prey. Every pursuing hand was like a black-purple flame shooting out of the gate of hell, burning with thick and bloody The meaning of death.
Ning Changjiu's figure suddenly stopped, and all his Shura bodies were activated. The light on his white clothes was like a burning pale flame. This was the colorless divine flame that once burned the stars into ashes in the legendary world.
The light in Ning Jiujiu's pupils also changed from gold to white. He raised his sword high, and his figure folded, like a bird folding its wings and swooping down like an arrow.
The two collide.
The roar resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and its power was not even inferior to that of the day and night when the sun rose into the sky and collided with the Sin King.
Pale flames were mixed with violent thunder and lightning, and endless winds howled around the two people. Behind the turbid sky, large areas of bright light extinguished from time to time. They kept flashing, and suddenly they were thousands of miles away.
That was the clash of guns and swords behind the sky.
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Siming walked towards the depths of the world, and the scenery changed, but no matter whether it was grand or barren, he could not escape the desolation in his bones.
Looking through the fractured layer of time, the scenes of fighting in the sky are getting faster and faster, as if the prophecies of the end of the world have come true and disasters are sweeping in indiscriminately.
Si Ming could not see clearly the battle in the sky.
She just couldn't help but think of many wars that she had never seen before. Those wars were hidden in the most secret and ancient history books. In that chaotic era, the gods abused their power to move mountains and reclaim seas, shattering the sky and sinking the earth, turning mountains of bones into mountains and making it difficult for any soul to survive. It is said that the bone sculptures of those ancient gods still exist on the Six Realms Peak today.
If this battle took place in the outside world, then without the suppression of the entire Broken Kingdom of God, their war would be enough to kill all life in Manchuria.
Of course, if it were really outside, the most likely thing to happen would be for Ning Jiujiu to be crushed to death like an ant.
Siming thought about this and couldn't help but clutch her chest tightly. Her slender fingers dug deeply into her body and wrinkled her black robe. Her thin back looked lonely in the turmoil of the world.
She found that she had some feelings towards the boy in white that she disliked very much.
She knew that when she decided to become his spirit and hand over her authority to him, she had developed a sense of dependence in her heart.
When the Sin King came, she encountered something she couldn't kill or destroy, so she put her hope in others.
Therefore, her original arrogance of looking down on the world and being invincible has cracks that are difficult to erase. For her who once reached the legendary realm and perfected the Tao realm, any slight flaw may cause her to enter that realm again. It magnifies infinitely over time and eventually becomes a fatal flaw.
So she must repair her Taoist heart.
The way to repair the Tao Heart is to kill Sin Jun and Ning Jiujiu.
So at this moment, she hopes that Ning Jiujiu can win. Because she couldn't kill Sin Jun, but Ning Jiujiu, who had suffered both losses, was as weak as a chicken in her hands.
While thinking about this, Siming's eyes looking towards the sky suddenly froze, and he could not hide the look of astonishment deep in his pupils.
A white meteor streaked across the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Then, in the distance, a water dragon rose like an icicle.
What was knocked down was Ning Jiujiu's figure.
The high-speed rotating thunder gun hit him and crashed into the ice sea again.
Fortunately, not long after, the scene seemed to be played backwards, and the white clothes rose from the ground again, soaring into the sky.
After that, Siming saw figures being knocked down from the chaos many times, and every time it was the white clothes that attacked Ranyan.
Every time Ning Jiujiu's figure was knocked down, he rose up from the ground again, a few breaths slower than before. This also shows that his injuries are getting more and more serious. If this continues, he will definitely die when the power of authority is exhausted.
Lightning, thunder and pale aurora flashed alternately in the sky for a long time.
This battle was gradually coming to an end quietly.
Siming did not go deeper. She was still planning how to kill Ning Jiujiu if Sui Jun was defeated.
But now it seems like there is no need to think about anything.
She watched helplessly as the clouds entangled with thunder and lightning suddenly sank downwards, and the figure in white was shot to the ground like an arrow again. The place where he sank was a swamp.
The tension in the swamp was torn instantly, and his body fell into it, sinking crazily, creating a huge pit in the swamp. The silt filled into the pit quickly enveloped his entire body.
Ning Jiujiu could no longer remember how many swords he had fired.
The moment his body fell, he wanted to use his authority again, but he felt truly powerless.
Before Sin Lord tore off his black robe, there was still suspense and room for battle between him and Sin Lord. But when Sin Lord revealed his mythical form, no matter whether it was the sword eyes or the golden pupils, the moment they saw him they would Stabbed blind.
Unless he truly reaches that level, he won't even be able to look directly at the true face of Sin Lord.
And there is a price for the guilty king to reveal his divine body.
The mythical state of the gods symbolizes the true supreme secret, and the less people know about such secrets, the more powerful they are.
Every time someone takes another look at him, his mysterious veil fades a little.
At this moment, Sin Lord also seemed to be in a rage. No matter what method Ning Chang used or where he was, his eyes were locked on him.
For example, at this moment, Sin Lord was standing on the clouds, with his wings spread wide and his body slightly hunched, looking directly at the lower world, through the thick swamp, looking at the weakly breathing shadow under the swamp.
Sin Lord suddenly stretched out his floating claws. As the claws contracted, he caught the crazy thunder in his hand again. However, at this moment, it was neither a spear nor a sword, but turned into a golden cross.
"Punishment of innocence."
Sin Lord spoke slowly, and his voice penetrated the two realms of heaven and earth and reached the depths of the swamp.
Almost everyone saw the cross-shaped lightning flashing behind the canopy.
Si Ming looked at it, with instinctive fear in her heart. She couldn't help but think of the days on the torture rack. At that time, she had the power of time, and for the first time she had a truly profound understanding of the word "living like a year". At the same time, The feeling of those whippings and whip marks came like phantom pain. Her slender legs were slightly bent towards the middle, her knees lightly touched and overlapped, and her body tightened unconsciously.
Then, a sense of mortality came into her heart.
There are many others who feel this way.
Ye Chu, Shao Xiaoli, all the survivors in the city, the residents of the tribe...
At the moment when the cross was lit up, they all felt a sense of despair in their hearts.
But this meaning of death has not been fulfilled, because it only points to the long-lasting peace.
"Boss, what's wrong, boss..." Shao Xiaoli suddenly panicked. She held her heart in her hands and looked trembling.
The death in Ye Da's pupils was fleeting.
He looked at the entire collapsed world, and the torn city was like an inconspicuous grain of sand in front of his eyes.
"Almost." Ye Di said inexplicably, and then walked forward alone.
With every step he took, beautiful facial features began to grow on his charcoal face. Those facial features did not look real, but more like they were traced with pen and ink. He gradually returned to his former self. It's just that the body of this young man who was supposed to be prosperous and handsome still looks like a dying person.
"Where are you going?" Shao Xiaoli felt uneasy.
Ye Chu said: "Wait until Ning Jiu comes back."
He had a secret conversation with Ning Jiu after he searched for him in the wasteland.
He taught him all the formations he had studied for hundreds of years.
It's almost time.
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Ning in the swamp seemed to have lost his breath.
"Can you still hold on?"
A voice called to him.
That's Sword Spirit.
Ning Changjiu's thoughts were pulled back bit by bit. The swamp peeled off his skin and flesh, and his muscles and bones were all twisted at the moment. It seemed like a knife kept cutting through the sea of consciousness, causing the blood and flesh to become blurred. He also felt the killing intent falling from the sky.
This sense of death made him more sober.
"You can hold on." Even though Ning Jiujiu said this, his divine brilliance was getting weaker and weaker.
Sword Spirit said: "He is coming."
"How much longer?"
"Now!"
After a very short conversation, the swamp was torn open.
The tens of thousands of miles of swamp was like a wound of flesh and blood, and he was a tumor hidden deep in the carrion.
The golden cross fell down.
Ning Changjiu, who was deep in the swamp, suddenly opened his eyes.
His body was so bloody that it was difficult to see.
The power blessed by Shura Shenlu is like fish scales that have been scraped off by a knife. After all the hardness has been shed, only the soft and rotten flesh is left.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Sin Lord falling from the sky, and his pupils once again exploded like crushed eggs.
Then the cross penetrated his body.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.
When the cross pierced the depths of his flesh and blood, Shura Shenlu activated almost instinctively, without Ning Jiujiu having to think about anything. The eighty-one moves squeezed spiritual power from his sea of qi at an extremely fast speed, and then transformed into He made a real move, like thousands of arrows shooting out, stabbing at the guilty king like a torrential rain.
These eighty-one moves are extremely powerful. They are now mixed with divine authority, and each strike is filled with the determination that can kill the ancient gods.
Even the body of Sin Lord was left with shallow dents, and there was even blood seeping out from under the feather scales.
However, the eighty-one movements, which were like tens of thousands of spears, were still destroyed one by one by Zui Jun.
It was also at this moment that Ning Jiujiu's silver sword escaped from his control and stabbed forward.
Because Shura Shenlu devoured the Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra, his Shura Shenlu has a total of eighty-two styles!
This is the eighty-second pose.
This sword cannot pierce the body of Sin Lord.
But Ning held him tightly for a long time, and the infinite authority was activated for the last time, and he and Sin Lord were included in the authority together.
Outside the intersection, Ning Jiujiu's injuries were all healed, but Sin Jun's body was not obviously injured, but the silver sword miraculously pierced Sin Jun's body.
Sin Lord looked at the sword in his arms coldly, indifferently.
The sword energy of this sword exploded crazily in his body, but it was still insignificant to him.
Even if Ning Jiujiu devises a plan, it is still a certain death situation.
But there was a smile on Ning Jiujiu's face. He stretched out his hand, passed around Zuijun's body, and held the tip of the sword.
His movements were like a long-lost hug.
He used his body as a sword lock to lock Sin Jun tightly in front of him.
Ning Jiujiu's mental power rapidly extended to the entire world, and then, all elements boiled.
At this moment, Zuijun discovered that the world beneath their feet had formed a huge formation.
He recognized this formation.
When the flame of day and night divided by time lifts into the sky with a giant arrow, it is this formation that is launched below.
Ning Jiujiu did not have the time hundreds of years ago to collect enough time, so he could only draw the formation large enough, use the sky and the earth as a disk, and then use disasters, thunder and fire to sculpt the rivers to form this huge formation.
This is not a small flying formation, this is a real flying formation. It once held the New Year's Eve and flew into the sky!
At this moment, the elemental breaths of heaven, earth, wind, thunder, mountains, rivers, water, and fire had reached their climax. These forces pulled each other and finally formed this huge formation.
Ning Jiujiu mobilized all available power to wrap himself up.
Fire rises from the sky.
In the flying formation, Ning Jiujiu locked Sin Jun tightly with his body and sword, and soared into the sky.
Sin Lord's pupils stood up in two lines, and his wing membranes grew to their maximum size.
Even a broken stone on the ground can feel his anger.
His sharp claws clasped Ning Jiujiu's shoulders, trying to remove his arms directly. Countless lightning bolts of judgment also hit his body. Ning Jiujiu's white clothes were torn open, and his back was ripped open in an instant. The beating was so bloody that you could almost see the beating heart behind the ribs.
Their bodies locked together were inexorably thrown up high by the entire earth and flew into the sky.
Their bodies seemed to be stretched very long.
Ning Changjiu's face was twisted in pain, his arms were dripping with blood, his head was raised, his neck was elongated, and all his muscles and veins were protruding, like countless rivers about to burst their banks in a flood.
He could no longer control his body.
Sin Lord understood his intention. Ning Jiujiu wanted to bring him into that space where time flows at an absolute speed. One breath in the sky and one year on the earth. He wanted to forcefully drag the year of the guilty king there!
But Ning Jiujiu finally failed.
This formation is indeed powerful, but now their battle has caused a dent in time and space, and the original heaven and earth have been raised higher by the filled space.
Even this great formation sculpting mountains and rivers cannot span this vast distance.
This was something Ning Changjiu had never expected.
"You failed." Zuijun spoke slowly, his voice no longer cold, but filled with a trace of regret.
Ning Jiujiu's consciousness was blurred, and he felt that the force dragging his body gradually disappeared.
Sin Lord's claws that almost penetrated his shoulders suddenly twisted.
The world is spinning.
Their bodies turned upside down and fell toward the bottom of the world again.
In Ning Changjiu's blurry peripheral vision, he could see the illusory sky not far away, but he could never cross that distance.
The sword spirit also let out a desperate sigh.
The hot divine blood wrapped around it, seeming to burn it to ashes.
They fell together, getting further and further away from the sky.
Just when everything was about to end, Ning Jiujiu suddenly remembered something.
He stretched out his hand towards the sky that was far away from him.
Lord Sin looked at this scene and remained silent.
The spiritual power forged by the Asura Divine Record Hammer is incredibly powerful. Those spiritual powers are like threads one after another, rapidly passing through the sky and exploring into the illusory universe.
The permeability of the spiritual power was extremely strong, and it easily penetrated the universe, flew into the broken kingdom of God, and then flew straight to higher places.
But this is meaningless. No matter how strong his mental power is, it is just an illusory thread and cannot become his real rope.
His body is still falling, and under the thunder and lightning of judgment, his body will be beaten to death at any time.
"Don't waste your efforts, unless a miracle happens..." The sword spirit's voice was extremely low, and it began to wait for death.
But a miracle really happened!
At the end of his mental power, he suddenly caught something.
There is a familiar formation there.
That's the Xiao Fei Kong Formation! It's the small flying formation drawn by Lu Jiaoyou on the first day of her practice on the side of the abyss!
This formation was originally Lu Jianjian's hope that one day he would be able to find her early when he came out.
At this moment, he and this formation suddenly met each other across a world.
He stretched out his hand toward the sky.
Then the hand seemed to really reach out and grab him.
That's Lu Marian's hand...
She has been waiting for her to go back...
Ning Changjiu's broken eyes shed tears in the wind, and her pure and innocent face seemed to be smiling at herself in the dark night. When Jiuying fell into the abyss, the sound of grief-stricken wailing still lingered in his ears. . But now the source of the crying has become himself.
He stretched out his hand, trembling fingers, and drew the small flying formation backwards.
All the mental power turned into physical threads, connecting him to the formation at the edge of the abyss!
He grabbed her hand and flew towards the sky.
The sky opened up for him.
He embraced the devil in his arms and rushed into the realm where time flowed at an absolute speed.
After rushing into that realm, their bodies did not stop accelerating and continued to fly upward, hitting the barrier between that world and the Kingdom of God.
Ning Jiujiu's bones were all broken, and the entire Kingdom of God emerged in his sea of consciousness for a moment, and then suppressed him again, and the previously broken barrier wall also closed again.
In that moment, he saw countless bones of immortals and demons. Those bones were paved on the ground, turned into steps, cast into tens of thousands of feet tall towers, and carved into thousands of lotus flowers.
All the bones are like waiters wearing armor and swords. Where they face together is a headless divine bone.
The divine bones are hidden behind heavy curtains hanging from the sky and cannot be seen clearly.
But even a shadow is enough to swallow up all the light in the sky.
The bones spliced together by the Nine Infants already have the shocking beauty from myths and legends, but in front of it, it looks like a simple chicken stand.
That is the real divine bone.
The picture in the sea of consciousness was swallowed up by darkness.
Sin Lord also saw this scene.
"It's not a thunder prison." This was the first thing he said.
Then, Zui Jun immediately understood something that he should not have doubted in the first place.
In this world, absolutely no one can kill the Lord of the Kingdom of God alone.
The death of this sacred bone points to another shocking secret - there is a traitor among the twelve kings!
The traitor teamed up with this person to kill the God Lord and then cut off his head!
The scene that caught his sight was quickly swallowed up in darkness.
Ning Jiujiu still stretched out his hands, like a person about to fall from the edge of a cliff.
Sin Lord kept tearing at his body, but no matter how much pain he endured, he would rather die than let go.
Gradually, Ning Jiujiu's Shura body fell into pieces, and the power of authority could no longer be condensed. The powerful spiritual thread was broken like a guqin. The small flying formation could no longer be maintained and lost its light.
After a long time, he let go of his hand and his body fell down weakly.
Not a single piece of skin on his body was intact.
As his body fell, Sin Lord finally pulled out the silver sword from his chest. He looked at the blasphemer who had stolen divine power and stabbed the Shura sword towards Ning Changjiu's heart.
When the sharp sword fell on his heart, it had no power.
Because the man holding the sword has disappeared.
One breath in the sky, one day in the earth.
In the blink of an eye, winter has ended and spring has come to the outside world.
The Year of the Sin King has passed, and the Godless Moon has arrived again. One month later, the kingdom of Tishan will be opened.
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(Thank you to the three helmsmen, the leader Magi Zuige, the helmsman yzxmly, and the protector dark descendant Laast, for their generous rewards!!! I sincerely thank these three leaders for their continued support and love for the Kingdom of God. I love you!)