"This peak is Tongjie Peak, the second highest peak in the southwest of Middle-earth. Thousands of years ago, a divine fox with seven orifices and an exquisite heart escaped here. She never thought that this was a cliff peak, and the tribulation thunder accumulated on it had melted. It was a pool of water that was difficult to cross. The gods who were chasing her had been waiting here for a long time. The gods used iron chains to pierce the bones to trap her. Afterwards, the sky fox cut off its tail, stripped off the soul, melted the bones with cannons, and disemboweled and chopped up the body... This is her ending."
Under the towering and boundless peak, a man wearing a silver-gray golden divine robe was half-floating outside the mountain wall, his body shining with golden light in the clothes.
He pointed at the mountain peak that entered the clouds and continued: "This is the divine blood stone. It was transformed into a stone stained by the blood of the nine-tailed demon fox. Back then, the nine-tailed fox had already reached the peak of the five realms and swallowed the exquisite heart of the seven orifices. As her cultivation progresses further, she only needs to complete that ritual to enter one of the legendary three realms and achieve enlightenment and ascend... "
Behind the divine robe, under Tongjie Peak, Si Ming in the mask of the demon fox stood quietly.
The light from the sea of clouds fell on her dark robe, and the wind that lingered in the valley all year round blew her skirt and hair.
She wore elegant solid-color embroidered shoes, and the light grass covered her slender ankles.
At this moment, she raised her head slightly and looked at the man in divine robes floating in the sky. The black sword on her back glowed with steel and vibrated slightly.
The slender and straight sword slanted out from the right shoulder, passed through the graceful jade back, and gently touched the tip of the hip.
Siming looked at him and asked, "Do you think I am a fox demon?"
The man in the divine robe shook his head slightly: "I'm just lamenting that the fates are similar. Luo Shulou has been chasing you for two months without success, and even wasted a sword to suppress immortals. Now that you have escaped here, you are so similar to the nine-tailed demon fox back then."
Siming sighed softly: "That's right. It's just that the one who chased and executed the nine-tailed demon fox was a priest under one god. You are far inferior to her."
The man in the divine robe did not deny it and said: "Yes, but you are just entering the five realms for the first time, and you are also not as good as that divine fox back then."
Behind the mask, Siming's lips curled up slightly, and in his cold eyes, a faint smile was like the faint wind.
Siming said: "I know that your Luo Shulou wants to resurrect a certain god, but I don't care."
The man in the divine robe asked: "Then what are you here for? Come to get the legendary seven-orificed exquisite heart locked in Tongjie Peak?"
Siming smiled lightly and said: "The exquisite heart with seven orifices has been taken away long ago."
The man in the divine robe did not know whether what she said was true or not, and said: "I am very curious, why does someone like you suddenly appear in the Middle Earth? Are you a secluded member of the Dianhuan Sect or the Ancient Ling Sect, a member of the ancestors' generation? If so. , I can indeed consider letting you live."
Siming shook his head slightly.
The breath of divinity exuding from the man in the divine robe is even more indifferent.
"I am indeed from the ancestor generation..." Siming gently pulled out the black long sword from his back, and the sword slowly slid out against his skin, its luster was like water: "It's just that I am not the ancestor of a certain sect, but It’s for all of you.”
The moment the black sword was pulled away from the back, the entire Tongjie Peak darkened.
The man in the divine robe looked at her quietly, and said: "No matter who you are, Tongjie Peak's precipitous cliffs and three-sided thunder pools, as a beginner of the Five Paths, you cannot escape."
"Yes." Siming nodded lightly and said, "That's why I chose this place, because... no one can save you here."
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"Arrogant!"
The man in the divine robe also drew his sword.
It was a sword made of stone. There were faint traces of flowing water in the sword body, like ancient red-gold characters.
The swirling wind in Tongjie Peak was absorbed by their swords, forming two huge wind eyes that competed and pulled against each other.
The gravel and broken wood were pulled up by the strong wind, twisted around each other, crushed into powder in an instant, and torn into ring-shaped belts.
"Teach me the eighth floor master, let me see what the second person's realm is like in Luo Shulou." Si Ming's words were cold. She walked slowly in the strong wind, her black robe flying, her steps calm, and the sword intent on her body followed her. The steps are getting higher and higher.
The eighth floor master took off his divine robe, revealing his inhuman body.
The body connected by golden talismans is rich in color and carries a majestic and sacred beauty.
"Lin Ti... long time no see." Siming said with a faint smile.
The Lin body is one of the highest gifts bestowed by the gods on human beings. It is a demigod body that is close to immortality.
The owner of the divine building on the fourth floor can also be regarded as the historian of destiny.
The eighth floor owner was slightly confused. He didn't expect this woman to be so well-informed.
His expression became more serious.
He originally wanted to fight with swords, break all her moves, and then chop off her head.
But now he changed his mind.
He held this divine sword in front of him, and the golden ancient text spread out like a field, spreading around, turning into an absolutely round sphere, covering his entire body.
Siming's ice eyes narrowed, and his silver hair that was dancing wildly suddenly fell silent.
The wind in the valley also stopped strangely.
It seems as if time has stopped here.
On Tongjie Peak, the four characters "Tongtian Cliff" are dazzlingly red.
This is the realm of time.
But it cannot affect the eighth floor owner.
His body was shrouded in golden ancient texts—that was his own domain, and even Siming could not invade it.
This duel, which is also considered the pinnacle in Middle-earth, really begins at this moment.
In Si Minghao's white jade hand, the black ancient sword was like a commandment. When she jumped up with the sword, her figure and the shadow of the sword covered the entire mountain peak. These shadows were black phantoms, but each handle was filled with Substantial, terrifying sword intent.
The eighth floor master did not search for the person who brought her sword. He also held the sword and waved it solemnly like a ceremony.
Tens of thousands of phantom sword tips pointed directly at the center.
Thousands of swords are like a dynasty.
This graceful and beautiful woman seemed to turn into a devil walking alone in the world from the moment she drew her sword.
The thunder pool surged, the rocks cracked, and phantom-like sword ants clung to the realm of the Eighth Floor Master's golden ancient text.
Like water being poured into a hot iron pot, there is a rapid hissing sound.
In the field wrapped by Si Ming's sword intent, the continuous golden ancient texts were like a beam of light breaking through the clouds, and the beam of light struck a certain position in the void.
Si Ming, who was silently hiding in the void, was revealed.
The golden light transformed into the appearance of the eighth floor master. He held the sword in both hands and raised it high, but this action was fake. At the same time as he raised the sword, the sword energy slashed down towards Siming's head.
Siming wrapped herself with the power of time, and the sword energy slowed down dozens of times in her eyes. She appeared behind the eighth floor master like a flash, holding the sword behind her back and stabbing backwards.
The tip of the sword pointed at his heart.
Zheng!
Golden ancient writings condensed into armor.
The blade of the black sword submerged into it, as if it were submerged into the vast sea of ancient texts, and it would be difficult to penetrate deeper.
Where the sword penetrated, the ancient characters were like golden cicadas, climbing up along the sword, trying to completely lock her to death with the sword.
Si Ming's expression remained unchanged, her black robe danced, and her other hand, trailing a faint continuous shadow, slowly came over and pressed it on the end of the sword hilt.
An unprecedented wind suddenly blew.
This is the wind of time.
The ancient characters were blown by the wind of time, as if they had gone through countless years, changing from obscure to pictographic, and then slowly from pictographic to complex, with fewer and fewer strokes, and were eventually eliminated in the long river of time.
The tip of the sword pierced the eighth floor master's domain.
The expression of the eighth floor owner changed slightly.
They had speculated on the power this mysterious woman had.
They originally thought that what she possessed would be one of "Twilight" or "Decline", but they never thought that what she possessed was actually time... Such laws that override the elements are powers that only true gods can possess.
Who is she
After all, the eighth floor master was even better. After the tip of the sword sank into Lin's body for a little while, the Qilin pattern on his back turned into a real image of a mythical beast and rushed towards Si Ming with his teeth and claws bared.
Siming drew his sword and retreated in a floating manner, and in a blink of an eye he was clinging to the cliff of Tongjie Peak.
The floating Lin body of the Eighth Floor Master ignited ethereal flames. These flames burned away the phantom sword that Si Ming was entangled with. On his side, four golden sword lights were directed towards where Si Ming was like hooks. Attack in the direction.
Siming's figure continued to retreat and actually merged into Tongjie Peak.
The owner of the eighth floor looked surprised, his shadow disappeared into the peak? Does she still have authority over the earth realm
But Siming's move was just a fake move. She did not merge into the mountain, but opened an invisible void behind her. She escaped into the void, and then the tip of the sword pierced the darkness and appeared behind the eighth floor master.
The eighth floor master made no move, but the demigod's Lin body was already aware of it.
The golden light of the huge Kirin Dharma Body flows, and it walks in the void. Its figure is graceful and slightly hostile. The horns of this huge Kirin extend back like a crown, and it is majestic like an emperor who controls all beasts.
Siming looked at it and sighed: "Can the existence that was once known as the ancient dragon now only survive on the human body like a parasite?"
The eighth floor owner turned around, looked at the silver-haired woman confronting the golden unicorn, and said, "It seems that you are indeed the surviving incarnation of a certain ancient god."
"Ancient God?" Siming's cold words were full of pride: "Except for the twelve in the sky, the rest are just inferior, lingering losers."
The golden light in the eyes of the eighth floor master suddenly became intense.
This was one of the most arrogant words he had ever heard in his life.
"I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity." The eighth floor master said while slowly raising the sword in his hand.
The moment the sword fell, the Eighth Floor Master and Qilin exchanged positions.
The sharp claws of the unicorn turned into a sword.
There was no light or sound from this sword.
Like a drop of water falling into a bottomless pit, the process is stretched to an infinite length.
When the sword fell, a black plane spread out between them.
Si Ming was unafraid. She unfolded her consciousness and accurately locked the sword's incoming force. At the same time, she stepped into the void and faced the sword.
The power of time is also spread out on the surface of the black sword, flowing with all-encompassing splendor.
In the realm of the five realms, authorities collide.
The earth shook.
The thunder pool on Tongjie Peak swayed, and they flowed down the rock wall like a waterfall.
Huge cracks also appeared on the cliff, and everything around, tangible or intangible, was trampled and torn apart, and returned to final death.
If Tongjie Peak and Valley was surrounded by a world, then this world would be facing the end of the world when mountains and rivers collapse, all living beings die, and all things perish. Everything would scream in despair.
"Is this the authority of Yong Ye?" Si Ming's sword sank into the unfolding night and could not penetrate.
She can withdraw the sword.
But she did a move that surprised even the eighth floor owner - she stepped into the void and walked into the realm of eternal night.
The interior of night is not flat.
After Siming's figure plunged into it, it was more like being immersed in a vast sea or a void universe, boundless and with no end in sight.
Siming looked at the vast darkness in front of him, indifferent.
"Throw yourself into a trap?" The eighth floor owner looked slightly confused. He was forced to use his authority in advance. He originally handed over a trump card, but this trump card only played a defensive role.
But this woman is too trusting, she dares to walk into her eternal night...
The eighth floor master looked at the darkness beneath him with an indifferent expression.
In this case... let her fend for herself in the eternal night.
In the legend, except for the long-dead Zhulong, the only thing that can tear apart the eternal night is the mythical Golden Crow. But that kind of creature disappeared from the world more than two thousand years ago. How could she Can you tear apart the night
Although time is endless, so is eternal night.
Even if she exhausts her authority, she will never reach the end.
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Ancient Spirit Sect, Yuling lineage, Mu Tang.
"The emperor is not in the palace..."
These four words lingered in Ning Xiaoling's heart and could not be dissipated. She looked at the darkening sky outside. The previous dusk vision had dimmed along with the real dusk. Everything seemed to be returning to calm, but But she felt more and more uneasy.
The Fish King understood their previous conversation and felt uneasy.
The old woman of the sect master's lineage has survived until now. Not only did she not die when she went deep into the underworld, she also won the title of "Emperor". Now, she has set up a complicated game and almost deceived everyone. This game is really No one can guess the purpose.
This feeling of being in the fog is the most uncomfortable.
This old woman... The Fish King thought for a while and found that he seemed to be a little older.
Alas, the older I get, the more I fear death.
Now it only hopes that Ning Xiaoling can stay away from the center of the dispute and not bring harm to itself.
But Ning Xiaoling seemed to be very interested in this matter.
"Tingting, you said the emperor is not in the palace, so where can she go?" Ning Xiaoling asked seriously.
The Fish King opened his eyes like salted fish and moaned helplessly.
It is ready to leave home.
At first it thought it was a good name to listen to, but now the more I think about it, the more unlucky it feels. After all, this is not a position in the earthly world.
Ning Xiaoling thought about many things again.
"No wonder the white snake broke free of the seal at this time. It said that the woman sealed it at first, but now that the wooden spirit pupil has finally left, the white snake's seal has also become loose, giving it an opportunity to escape." In Ning Xiaoling's mind, the context of the matter became more complete.
"This may be Mu Lingtong's negligence!" Ning Xiaoling said firmly: "No matter how powerful a mortal is, it is impossible to calculate everything. Maybe she has forgotten that the White Snake God Valley suppressed a snake, or thinks that it will not be helpful to her situation. It had an impact, so I didn’t pay attention to it, but…”
But that accident happened to happen to her, and by chance, she understood the Sword of Disaster Control! Not only that, she also clarified many things along the lines.
Ning Xiaoling's eyes became brighter and brighter, feeling proud that she had seen through Mu Lingtong's conspiracy.
But there was a huge undercurrent surging in the shadows, so what could she do
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Ning Xiaoling's words also stirred up Zhu Ding's mood.
He originally thought he would die an ordinary and peaceful death, but this was destined to be an uneventful evening.
Finally, he made up his mind and headed to Jiuyou Palace.
He wanted to see the sect master in person.
Zhu Ding crossed the peak with his sword and soon arrived outside Jiuyou Hall.
He has a profound realm and is a very senior uncle in the sect. Logically speaking, no one would stop him.
But another great elder at the peak of Ziting was guarding the only way.
"Zhu Ding? If you don't stay in your spiritual pavilion, what are you doing here?" asked the great elder.
Zhu Ding said: "I'm going to see the sect leader. We have something urgent to discuss. Don't stop me."
The great elder shook his head and said, "Not today."
"Why?"
"Jiuyou Palace has been sealed."
"Sealing the palace? Who gave the order?"
"The order was given personally by the lord of the clan."
Zhu Ding was shocked. Ning Xiaoling's words were entangled with some speculations in his mind. This was the most unsettled time since he entered Taoism.
He calmed down and asked, "Why did the sect master give this order?"
The great elder said: "I don't know, I am only responsible for guarding the temple."
Zhu Ding looked at the Jiuyou Palace with its eerie beauty in the dusk, his face heavy.
The ruins of Hades are at His Highness Jiuyou.
He felt fear, as if the next moment, the Nine Nether Palace would light up with the red lotus fire of hell, and then cover all the ten meridians.
Fortunately, this scene never happened.
Twilight is quiet, covering the heaven and earth.
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It was dusk now, but there was endless night in Siming's eyes.
In this dark night, she saw many people.
Those were all people who had appeared in her life, many of whom she could not remember at all.
But the consciousness hidden deep in her still remembered it and reflected it into the eternal night.
Siming held a black sword and walked in the eternal night, killing these people who emerged from his heart one after another.
The further we walked, the faces of those people became clearer and clearer.
Her steps became slower and slower, and it became more and more difficult to kill with her sword.
She saw the monsters she had killed back then, saw Ye Su, and even saw the Lord of Gods.
The Lord of God was shrouded in a mysterious mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.
She walked forward step by step.
A young man in white clothes stood in the void, folding his sleeves with his hands and smiling at her.
Siming paused for a while, and she looked at him with a smile on her face.
The night is long.
If the inner demon tribulation is Ziting's questioning tribulation, then Yongye is the questioning tribulation deep in the hearts of all practitioners.
And this calamity cannot be broken.
Because in the eternal night, no matter how many projections of the inner demon you kill, it will not help... You are the only living person here, so you can only break out of the disaster by defeating yourself.
Suicide is the only solution.
After a long time, Siming swung his sword to kill Ning Changjiu, and then watched the figure of the boy in white disappear little by little.
She continued walking forward.
The end of the eternal night is her biggest inner demon.
It was a woman in white whose face could not be seen clearly. She was blurry in the night, like a bright moon.
Many, many years ago, she witnessed that scene with her own eyes - this woman cut off the head of the Lord God with a sword made of moonlight.
He was killed in one blow, so Infinite couldn't save him.
The Lord God is heaven.
At that moment, the sky and her heart collapsed together.
"well… "
In the eternal night, Siming's sigh came out softly. She looked at the woman in white and spoke slowly:
"As humans, they always believe in that ridiculous set of ideas... In fact, it's so easy to defeat yourself. What I really can't defeat... has always been you."
The wind blew in the night.
The undulating mountains of Siming are almost perfect shapes outlined in the eternal night.
It was the moonlight that framed her.
A moon bird flew into the sky.
At the feet of the eighth floor master, the strong wind suddenly surged.
Yongye opened his mouth.
From the crack, the moon bird danced wonderfully out, and Si Ming flew up against the sky.
The eighth floor master swung his sword to block it.
Turn back time.
Back before he made the blocking gesture.
The sword pierced the defense, hit his chest, and rose into the air against him.
The peak rocks shattered and collapsed, and the thunder pools exploded one after another.
Where the sword tip collided with the Lin body, cracks appeared.
The eighth floor owner couldn't figure out how she broke through Yong Ye.
Everything was too sudden. He didn't have time to calculate her moves. After time went back, he was stabbed by the black sword and flew away.
He still didn't think he would lose.
The golden unicorn emerged from the back, stretching out its bones and figure.
Siming stared at it with ice eyes.
Something that horrified the eighth floor owner happened again.
When Siming stared at it, this golden unicorn that looked proud of the world did not dare to move!
"Bloodline suppression!" The eighth floor owner was extremely shocked: "Who are you? Who are you!"
After entering the Five Paths, Si Ming's time domain has become much more arbitrary.
With a slight movement of thought, the field expanded again.
The Eighth Floor Master's immortal Lin body was contained and began to age visibly to the naked eye!
"I have told you a long time ago that the nine-tailed demon fox that was chased and killed so far was a priest, and you... are far inferior to her."
As the Eighth Floor Lord Lin's body aged, Siming's sword pierced his body bit by bit.
All the spiritual power, Taoism, and authority in the Eighth Floor Master's body were crushed to death.
Siming sighed: "I am her."
The eighth floor owner's eyes widened and he couldn't believe her words.
"How... how is it possible?" His pupils gradually dilated.
Si Ming walked through the clouds, recalling the past with a bleak smile.
Back then, she chased the demon fox that had eaten the saint's heart here, beheaded it, and restrained her body in Tongjie Peak.
Later, she gave the exquisite heart with seven orifices to her mentor Ye Chu.
Later, Ye Dai died, and this precious heart was given to that damn boy in white.
He became even less of a saint after eating this heart.
Alas, what a waste of a saint's heart...
Siming broke through the sea of clouds and rushed into the cold sky.
Dusk has passed, and in the moonlight of the night sky, the vast sea of clouds is bathed in the moonlight, like a dreamy, silver-gray world.
The sword light arcs across the sky like a moon.
The corpse of the eighth floor owner was separated, his soul was scattered, and he fell into the sea of clouds.
The sword light lingered for a long time.
Then there were two crescent moons in the sky.
The woman in black robe and silver hair stands on the dreamlike sea of clouds. In the quiet world, the two slender moons are like her eyebrows.
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After a long time, Si Ming broke through the clouds, and her figure escaped into the void, flying towards Luoshu Tower.
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At the same time, in the sea country, Caijuan Immortal Palace.
After experiencing a lot of resistance, the Dragon Mother was finally cut open by the Seventh Floor Master and escaped from the Immortal Palace.
Each of the eight Luoshulou masters held one end of the chain.
The Dragon Mother, dressed in a gorgeous dress, became a prisoner. Her tall and graceful body was tightened by the fairy chain. Her face was drained of all color, and the weakness between her eyebrows was endearing.
"You... why don't you let me go?" The Dragon Mother raised her head and shed tears: "Luo Cangsu, does he not miss the old relationship so much?"
The seventh floor owner said calmly: "It was the empress who chose the wrong path in the first place, no one else is to blame."
The Dragon Mother said: "Then... will I become a parasite for the Great God Tianzang..."
"This is a foregone conclusion." The seventh floor master said: "Let the gods survive for you."
The Eight Immortal Chains were tightened, and her body was about to collapse, and she let out a painful and sad cry.
The cry of the peerless beauty echoed over the sea country.
People who don't know yet just think it's the mermaid's night cry.
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