The sound of killing shook the sky.
This is a road paved by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It is like a blood-red carpet, spreading from this long street to the entire imperial city. Not even the endless fire can burn it out.
Ning Jiujiu still had white clothes and black hair, but his body had turned into gold. The gold was like a newly cast ancient bell in a temple.
He held a horn and rushed into the ancient beasts to fight. In the flying flesh and blood, he had turned into a bloody Shura. All the blood splashed in the sky was ruthlessly torn apart by his sword, and then he continued to cut. A bigger curtain of blood was set off during the killing.
Ning Jiujiu did not use any sword moves at this moment, but simply slashed and slashed. His figure obviously did not look burly, but when he rushed into the crowd, he looked like a giant bear with strong muscles.
Endless killings were like a coming nightmare. Ning Changjiu held the sword in his hand and fought from the street to the end of the street, and then from the end of the street to the street. He didn't know how many horns were broken in his hand, but the ancient war beasts kept coming. , and his weapons were endless. In the first wars, humans used the bones and teeth of these ancient beasts to polish them into sharp swords.
Ning Jiujiu was already red-eyed. He was like an invincible god. No matter how violent and huge the ancient beast was, he could easily tear open the opponent's flesh and crush its heart.
The flying fire phoenixes and divine sparrows were like moths rushing to the flames, and they all became the dead souls sacrificed in blood under the sword.
He kept killing, his eyes were red from the killing, and he was completely forgetful. His hands and feet gradually became numb, his pupils became colder and colder, and the pungent smell of blood became accustomed to him. Shura's will was like a cruel slave master, constantly obeying him. Squeezing strength from his body.
boom!
At a certain moment, Ning Jiujiu punched the incoming fire bird with a powerful punch. The fire bird suddenly transformed into the shadow of Zhao Xiang'er. Ning Changjiu was shocked. He wanted to withdraw his fist but it was too late. The wind of the fist tore the fire bird into pieces.
He wasn't sure if this scene was an illusion, but it injected a sense of clarity into his sea of consciousness that was filled with killing.
His figure slowly stopped.
Only then did Ning Jiujiu realize that the corpses piled up at his feet were as high as a building. In the bloody remains, thick blood mixed with internal organs flowed out, blending into a disgusting color. But those ancient beasts and sparrows seem to be endless. They are born from the flames, and after death they turn into burning fire again.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and discovered an even more shocking thing - he was not the one killing here, but those ancient beasts were also killing each other.
They bit each other's necks, their sharp claws tore flesh and pierced the heart, and then were beaten to death by the more powerful beasts coming from behind.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes wide, his heart wavering.
He suddenly understood that although Shura's body gave him power, it was like a plague, infecting all living beings with a ferocious murderous intention... This was the real feast of killing, and this was the essence of Shura's evil.
Zhao Xiang'er just projected the divine bird because he realized something was wrong and wanted to remind himself.
Ning Changjiu felt a chill in his heart and was slightly frightened. He understood that no matter how long he killed, it would not help him to kill mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This was not the path to enlightenment recognized by the world. It was just like greed, anger and ignorance. , it is a sin, not a means of ascension. If he had continued to kill like this, he would definitely kill until he lost his strength, and then he would also become prey and be killed by other ancient beasts.
Shura itself is a double-edged sword!
Killing cannot end purgatory, but will make it a bloodier burial ground.
Ning calmed down for a long time.
As his Taoist mind calmed down, the loud killing sounds gradually became silent.
This world is not only Zhao Xiang'er's world, but also a projection of his soul.
The golden flames on his body gradually subsided, and he leaned down, knowing that there were only two ways to leave this world, either to find a gap in the world, or to defeat the master of the world.
But looking up, the temple in the sky has disappeared. Where is Zhao Xiang'er at this moment
The blood of the long street turned into flames and burned away,
There were still tall horses dragging golden chariots, but Ning Jiujiu chose to actively avoid the battle because he found that the more he killed, the more the flames of this world burned. If he continued, he would even use Without Zhao Xiang'er taking action, he would be dragged down by himself first.
He wants to find Zhao Xiang'er!
But the imperial city is so big, where is she hiding
Ning Jiujiu believes that if this world is the same as the outside world, then the location of the main hall should be unchangeable.
Ning Jiujiu summoned the Golden Crow. The Golden Crow was now several times larger than the original one, enough to carry him flying.
While fending off the pecking birds, he let the Golden Crow fly back to the location where Zhao Xiang'er first disappeared. He opened his sword eyes to explore, but found nothing.
"Did she guess that I could think of this, so what was left behind at first was just an illusory projection, and the real main palace was hidden elsewhere?" Ning Jiujiu pondered for a moment, and he began to think, what if he was Zhao Xiang'er , where will I build the main hall.
He first came to the former site of the palace. At the end of the golden steps, the throne has been completely repaired and looks very gorgeous.
Ning sat on the throne for a long time, casually folded a few blades protruding from the void, looked forward, and found nothing.
Then he went from the wellhead to the underground palace. Then he went from the underground palace to Jiulingtai.
He looked forward and backward on the Jiuling Platform, but still couldn't find any clues.
But he was not disappointed.
He looked at a certain place and suddenly smiled.
"I'm watching the sunset with Your Highness, why do you bother me?"
Ning Jiujiu murmured softly and smiled lightly: "I'm here to bother Your Highness."
He walked into the imperial city and saw the tall banyan tree outside the old site of Qianyu Palace.
The edges of the banyan leaves are also burning.
He walked a few times and climbed the tree clumsily like a child.
He sat on a strong tree trunk and looked forward, just like the girl in the black dress back then.
At that time, she was walking up and down mountains and rivers all day long, and she was still a slovenly wild girl. She wore a black skirt not because it made her look white, but because black was resistant to stains.
He looked towards the direction of the West Country.
In the firelight, an illusory hall was suspended majestically.
"I found you." Ning let out a long sigh of relief.
The temple also lowered its steps to him.
On the stairs, a girl in palace clothes walked down slowly. She had a beautiful face, but was as dull as a doll. She was wearing a graceful and expensive dress, which wrapped her body into a slender and tall body. She walked elegantly to Ningjiujiu. A smile appeared in front of him: "Your Highness wants to see you."
She is a messenger from the temple.
Needless to say, Ning Jiujiu would take the initiative to step into the temple.
The girl slowly stretched her hands behind her back and pulled out a water-like blade. She held it flat with both hands and handed it to Ning Changjiu. She smiled and said: "This is a knife. It is a copy of the blood sword Shen Tu from the ancient Nether God Kingdom thousands of years ago. Young master, all the way." Bathed in blood, you deserve this blade."
"Shen Tu..." Ning Changjiu said its name gently, and took over the blade with a water-like surface. This is a very beautiful knife, with a dark handle, exquisite make, smooth lines of the blade, and spiritual power poured into it. At that moment, the entire knife turned into blood red like a burning fire.
This is the sword of the legendary fallen god from ancient times, Lord Hades.
Ning Changjiu held Shentu in his hand and stepped onto the stairs. Every step he stepped on would turn into a pale skull and fall.
He came to the temple.
The hall is wide open, with countless women similar to the waiters just now, dressed in elegant and classical palace clothes, standing on the side holding unsheathed swords. Their faces are all beautiful, but their beauty is too old-fashioned, as if they are lifeless puppets. .
The most beautiful girl in the palace was sitting at the end, looking at him with a smile, her eyes bent like crescent moons hanging in the frosty sky.
She was still wearing the pure white cotton skirt, but her delicate face was covered with light makeup.
"It seems you are not stupid enough to come here." Zhao Xianger said with a smile.
Listening to her slightly sarcastic words, Ning Changjiu felt more at ease. He held the Shentu in his hand and bowed, saying, "I would also like to thank Your Highness for your advice."
If she hadn't stopped him, he might have been corrupted by Shura's bloodthirsty thoughts.
Zhao Xianger said: "You really have a lot of tricks hidden in your body. What is that golden body? Why can't the laws of the world suppress it?"
Ning Jiujiu did not hide anything: "Shura."
"Asura?" Zhao Xiang'er chewed on the meaning of the word and said, "It doesn't sound like a good technique... but without it, you wouldn't be able to see me."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently. Without the Shura body that broke through the restrictions of the law, he would have been dragged down in the constant battle and then failed.
This is the terrifying thing about the authority of the "world". It can pull you into a restricted area, and then directly drag you down with indiscriminate means.
Is this just a incomplete "world"? How powerful should the gods with real world authority be in the Suzaku Kingdom
Ning Chang walked to the center of the hall holding Shen Tu and said: "Your Highness, please give me some advice, um... After the fight, no matter you win or lose, remember to treat me to a meal."
Zhao Xiang'er smiled calmly and said, "I will be gentler."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "If you are too harsh, you can only feed me one spoon at a time."
As he spoke, the maid in palace clothes who guided him earlier closed the door.
All the flickering candlelights in the hall fell silent.
Zhao Xiang'er stood up slowly. When she stood up, she smoothly pulled out a long knife from the side of the armrest. The knife was also beautiful. Its long and narrow blade showed a light cyan color, like a mirror made of colored glass, reflecting the pool. The quiet color of water.
Spiritual energy poured into the sword, and the cyan sword body instantly turned into snow-white color.
The hall suddenly became dark, as if an invisible breeze blew through, and the candles in the hall were instantly extinguished.
Zhao Xiang'er came up from the end of the temple. After running silently, he raised his sword and slashed down with a leap. Cang Luan's snow-white sword light cut through the night, as beautiful as a girl's eyebrows.
The Shentu in Ning Changjiu's hand also ignited with rainbow light. He held the sword in front of him, ran wildly at the same time, and slashed with the sword.
In the dark hall, the light went out, and the lights of Cang Luan and Shen Tu formed a red and white cross.
The impact of the magic sword sounded quickly.
The sword light that followed was as fast as lightning, shattering the previous bright cross into pieces.
The violent iron blades kept hitting and rebounding, and the bursts of light bloomed brilliantly in the dark night.
Ning Changjiu's Shura body once again covered his body, competing with Zhao Xiang'er's divine body.
In Linhe City, they had practiced fist and sword against each other for a month. Although Ning Jiujiu was often beaten unilaterally, they also knew each other's moves well. At this moment, although their sword fighting was brilliant, Gorgeous, but as if they were tacitly replicating the years of Linhe City. All the moves hit and dismantled at just the right time. The chaotic sword light turned into countless broken light rains, like fireworks exploding in the palace. .
They were getting faster and faster, and their sword moves seemed to turn into furious roars, trying to tear this darkness into pieces.
Light rain filled the entire hall, and their swords were struck so fast that the naked eye could not catch them. Only the light and shadow of the blades could be seen.
Ding!
The tips of the knives touch each other and bounce off each other.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er landed again.
The red light of Shentu is like blood, and the white light of Cangluan is like clothes.
In this round of sword duel, they were evenly matched.
Ning Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief. His worries were unnecessary. With his Shura body, he could really compete with her. It was worthy of the master's secret handwriting. Sure enough...
His thoughts suddenly froze.
The maids standing at the side of the palace relit the candles.
The firelight illuminated the hall brightly.
Zhao Xianger looked at him with a smile.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly discovered that what she was wearing at this moment was no longer a white dress, but an expensive dance skirt. The upper body of the dance skirt was a white dress with fine gold embroidery, and the belt under the waist was red, like camellias. An ordinary skirt, with layers of skirts, each layer soft and crisscrossed, showing the beauty of prosperity and making her already beautiful figure even more elegant.
This is the Chinese dress "Qianzhexiang" worn by the best dancing girls of Zhao State to welcome the monarchs of other countries.
Just now when she was sword-fighting with him at high speed, she had changed into a complicated and gorgeous dress in her spare time!
Make a judgment.
Ning Jiujiu sighed softly, looked at her in all her makeup and clothes, and said softly: "It's so beautiful."
In Zhao Xiang'er's soft hanging sleeves, her slightly hanging wrist is holding Cangluan. This famous sword is obviously just an imitation, but it is still illusoryly beautiful, as if it is a slender and easy-to-break bamboo leaf on the edge of camellia lace.
"You are already very good, much better than I imagined three years ago." Zhao Xiang'er looked at him and smiled in approval: "It's a pity that this is my country. There is no way you can defeat me here. "
As she spoke, she jumped up slightly, and then her body miraculously hovered in the air, like a cloud that could not fall down.
Ning looked at her soft and gorgeous skirt for a long time and asked, "Is this the power of the law?"
Zhao Xiang'er nodded slightly. The sword in her hand was still green, indicating that she was not using any spiritual power at the moment.
She said: "I can ignore all the extra forces. Of course I can be strong without restraint. This is what monks usually call... freedom."
She waved the blade in her hand casually, and the blade rotated thousands of times in one breath, almost turning into streaks of light.
"Are you scared, Mr. Ning?" Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "If you are scared, just surrender. I can save you from some physical pain."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "If I give up, will you choose to break off the engagement?"
Zhao Xiang'er stopped smiling, landed lightly on the ground, and said slightly apologetically: "Yes."
Ning remained silent for a long time.
Zhao Xiang'er explained: "I will return to the Western Kingdom in seven days. That is the place I must go to, so instead of leaving thoughts behind, it is better to make a clean break. Well... the marriage contract is only for sixteen years, it It should have been discontinued three years ago, you know."
"I know." Ning said after a long silence, "I actually have places I must go to."
"Huh?" Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows slightly.
Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe one day, I will have to go back to see my master. If I come back then, I don't know what year and month it will be."
Zhao Xiang'er smiled lightly: "Isn't this just right?"
"You have your own way to go, and I have mine to pursue." Zhao Xiang'er slowly came back to her senses, her elegant dress flowed across the watery ground, she came to the table and took Cang Luan's sword scabbard. , "I have told Lu Marion a long time ago that you and I are on the same path, not on the same journey."
"Then if we didn't have these, would we get married?" Ning Jiujiu asked this question, and then shook his head gently. He didn't have these worries in the previous life, didn't he miss it too
Zhao Xiang'er's hand that sheathed her sword paused slightly. She thought seriously for a while and said half-jokingly: "In that case, it would not be a bad idea for you to marry into the Kingdom of Zhao and become my queen, but you must always be prepared to fall out of favor."
Ning Jiujiu also laughed. He looked at Zhao Xianger's beautiful back. The temple seemed to be a huge collection, and its magnificence was only to preserve this ancient and beautiful flower.
"Wait!" Ning Jiujiu suddenly said.
"Huh?" Zhao Xiang'er turned around, her sword already half sheathed.
Ning Jiujiu said: "What are you anxious about, Miss Zhao? I haven't given up yet."
Zhao Xianger sighed slightly, but with a smile on her face: "When you were beaten by me before, you begged for mercy very quickly. Why are you so stubborn now?"
Ning held the divine tea in his hand for a long time and said: "This moment, that moment."
Zhao Xiang'er pulled out the half of the blade and said, "If you still have the means, feel free to use it."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Can you give me some time?"
Zhao Xiang'er nodded lightly and didn't pay attention.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath. He picked up the peerless blade in his hand and gently opened his palm. Blood seeped out and touched the blade. Blood melted into the blade.
He imitated the ancient method and wanted to dissolve the sword with his own essence and blood, so as to achieve the union of human and sword.
Zhao Xiang'er shook his head gently.
Although this method is somewhat useful, it is of little use. What's more, even if it reaches the point where man and sword become one, there is no way he can be her opponent at this moment.
Because she is the master of this world, in her temple, she is invincible.
Ning should hold his breath and concentrate for a long time, and breathe in and out.
The blood on the blade became even more intense.
He held the knife in his right hand and pressed his forehead with his left hand.
"God's decree."
"Too Xu."
"Beiming."
"Three forms of Tao sword."
“…”
He usurped the essence of all the sword techniques he had learned from his sea of consciousness and tempered them one by one on the blade. These sword techniques or the essence of the sword techniques were like gems integrated into the iron. Every time they fell into With one stroke, the blood on the blade became richer.
Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly.
Before Ning Chang's sword came out, the sword energy was already coming towards her, and her famous dress, Qianzhe Xiang, was flying in the sword energy.
"Shura..." Ning Jiujiu exhaled, and the golden threads in his body lit up again. Each bloodline was like a dormant golden dragon. They were beating with vitality, as if they were about to explode at any time.
Zhao Xianger tapped the ground lightly with her toes.
Ning looked at her for a long time.
She nodded.
Ning held the knife for a long time and took one step back. The knife was not easy for him, so he imagined it as a sword, a peerless sword that once lived deep in the underworld. He made a gesture to draw his sword.
The silence lasted only a moment.
The next moment, all the candlelights were extinguished again, and a blade of light was slashed out, without any color or edge. This blade was like the last piece of snow on the treetops, and like a crane that had been away from the group for ten years and was about to die in depression. , it is so lonely and thin, the curved plane is like a thin piece of paper, waiting for someone to write and leave traces.
Zhao Xianger looked at this sword with surprise and admiration in her eyes.
The artistic conception of this knife was so beautiful, it reminded her of the memory of watching the sunset from a distance on the banyan tree, and also of the way he held her in Fengdu.
Outside the world, she would not be able to withstand this blow.
But the praise also turned to regret.
This is her world.
This knife was so fast that it was unspeakable, but at this moment she still regarded it as ordinary.
Cangluan is like snow, passing by horizontally.
The loneliness's knife intention was cut off at the painful point, and it was cut off instantly, so loneliness became loneliness.
The candle was lit again.
Ning Jiujiu stood with his sword in hand, his face pale and his body shaky.
"Are you okay?" Zhao Xianger asked.
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
Zhao Xiang'er became angry: "Why are you so stubborn?"
"Then what are you asking..." Ning wanted to reply for a long time.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell.
Zhao Xiang'er sighed, appeared in front of him, and supported him. She looked at his pale face with a complicated expression.
Ning held her arm for a long time and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Don't force it." Zhao Xianger sighed: "You have done a good enough job, I... am very satisfied."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently, and his long hair fell down.
Zhao Xiang'er still wanted to comfort her, but the next moment, a golden light lit up in front of her eyes.
Another sneak attack
What a shameless villain!
Zhao Xiang'er was even more annoyed, thinking that I was really treating you well in vain. Although she was angry, she was not afraid at all. Here, Ning Chang had no chance of defeating her.
But soon, her expression changed.
Ning Jiujiu took her hand and pulled her hard, and she fell into a golden light.
After the golden light dissipated, everything around him changed.
"Welcome to... the Kingdom of Ten Prime Ministers." Ning Changjiu rubbed his temples, stood up with difficulty, and smiled at Zhao Xianger.
This is the world of Golden Uri.
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(Thanks again to the leader of Zhu Xiaosan zxs for the big reward~)
(Good night, book friends.)