The Hades Palace is like an isolated island made of stones in a sea of darkness. The Hall of Hades is surrounded by endless abyss on all sides.
Ning Xiaoling fell into the abyss.
She was always holding Shen Tu, or rather Shen Tu was holding her hand. The rainbow light that enveloped her was like a piece of armor with blades connected, and all the remnant souls of the feathered snake that came towards her were easily eliminated.
But thousands of remnant souls passed by me like a tide, and it was difficult to resist. They are knives roaring in the spiritual world, cutting fragmented wounds into the spiritual sea.
Ning Xiaoling's consciousness was invaded by darkness, and her figure was like a piece of snow blown by a strong wind, feeling very lonely.
Ning Xiaoling gritted her teeth and tried her best to thrust out the blade.
On the other end of the blade, the remaining soul of Mu Lingtong was pierced, and she also let out a heart-shattering scream. Her last soul was slowly dissipated in the red light of Shen Tu.
The Fish King is holding the sacred pillar of the Hades Palace, but its body is too small, and its open hands are not enough to embrace the sacred pillar. The poems and diaries in front of me were spinning in my sight. They were ripped off the pillars by the strong wind and fell into the abyss together with them.
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This is what Ning Xiaoling and Fish King thought happened.
But in the real hall, the beautiful corpse of the Dragon Mother was still sitting on the throne, as silent as the frozen beauty.
Ning Xiaoling held the sacred tea and placed it across her lap. She sat on the first step in front of the throne, her white dress quietly draped around her ankles, revealing a section of her fair and tender calves. Her eyelashes, as delicate as fans, were slightly curled, not trembling at all, and equally as still as ice.
The Fish King is lying under the sacred pillar, and the poems on it are still beautifully engraved, and the handwriting is either straight or scrawled like eyes.
Where does the abyss come from after the temple
It turns out that when the previous battle that symbolized death began, everything they experienced was pulled into the spiritual world. Just like the Luoshu world, what they are in at this moment is also the sea of spirit.
When Lord Ming was alive, he was undoubtedly the strongest person in terms of spiritual power.
The physical body cannot return to the ocean of death. The only thing that can return is the spirit. The carrier of the spirit is what people call the soul.
Before the underworld was shattered, the spirits of all the people who had passed away would forever wander in this sea of stars.
They would have been brought back to the star named Pluto by Hades, and then they would have existed in that world forever.
This is what Mingjun said in his long poem, "From now on, darkness will no longer be lonely."
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Now in the broken spiritual sea, Mu Lingtong died on the blade and returned to the spiritual sea of spirits. Ning Xiaoling's soul also fell into the dark sea called "Purgatory".
Ning Xiaoling's state at this moment was that of "soul out of body".
The longer it takes to be out of the body, the connection between the soul and the body that carries the spirit will weaken. When the spirit and body are completely separated, Ning Xiaoling's soul will never be able to return to his body.
Disaster strikes in purgatory, turning everything upside down.
Her face was quiet, like a lonely watcher, waiting for someone to wake her up.
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In the Diantuan Sect, this earth-shaking battle has penetrated three mountain peaks and even shattered most of the gate of Jiaolu Baihe's cave.
Bai He, who was fighting with Siming, was at a disadvantage when Siming slashed Shanhai with his sword. Afterwards, Siming pursued and attacked fiercely, but he could only fight with exhaustion and could not find any room to counterattack.
As Siming waved her hand casually, white snow surrounded her, and the swords were glittering and translucent. She chased True Lord White Crane among several large peaks, her figure lingering and lighter than the crane.
The powers of the five realms kept colliding, the space was penetrated, and the void was cracked. Their figures shuttled between the virtual and the real. The sky was filled with heavy snow, but not a single piece could fall on them.
Now in the middle of winter, with the mountains covered with wind and snow, this should have been the best time to release True Monarch White Crane's domain.
But he found that the other party was not affected by his ice at all, and he was still strolling around.
How can this be…
True Lord Bai He couldn't figure it out no matter what, even if Luo Cangsu came in person and exerted Yongye's authority, he probably wouldn't be able to do this, right
For Ziting, apart from spiritual power and advancement in the realm of Taoism, the greatest reliance of the Five Paths is authority. And his authority was abruptly abolished...
Even though his mind was strong, this unexpected blow still left an indelible shadow on his state of mind.
"Aren't you still drawing your sword?" Siming asked coldly.
In front of True Monarch White Crane, in the empty wind and snow, Siming's figure suddenly appeared. Her appearance was ethereal and mysterious, without any sense of abruptness, just like a branch of plum sticking out of the snow. She held the sword emptyly, With the sky full of wind and snow, it fell again.
True Monarch White Crane opened his robe sleeves, and the frozen realm froze around him. His body turned into a crane and penetrated into the void that broke in front of him.
Siming shook his head slightly.
The time slowed down by the ice was easily reversed by her.
Snow roared like a tsunami and hit a certain void.
The figure of True Lord White Crane, who was escaping in the air, was unexpectedly thrown out by force. Siming's figure was like lightning or flying feathers, with his jade fingers poking through the snow, pointing directly at the crane's forehead.
True Lord Bai He was knocked off balance by the previous sword.
It was like a dark night when he pointed it. True Lord White Crane could not see anything. There was only a crane's skull and skeleton in front of him - that skeleton was his own!
His eyes seemed to span the long river of time and saw his own death.
The horror of death is heartbreaking.
He transformed from a crane into a human being and pulled out the reed flower from the lapel of his clothes.
The reed flowers are like snow.
True Monarch White Crane transformed into a crane again under the cover of Lu Xue. His body took the initiative to dissolve, and the body made of feathers spread out, turning into a real heavy snow of goose feathers, blending with the snow of heaven and earth.
His figure was missing.
This is Zhenjun Baihe's escape method. Every time he uses it, the price is very high, but he is confident that even in the same situation, there is still no trace.
Siming unfolded his consciousness and indeed did not see him in the sea of consciousness.
The ability to press the bottom of the box in the Five Realms is truly extraordinary.
She was too lazy to search even an inch, and her figure turned into a stream of light and flashed in front of the cave in Xuanming Mountain.
No matter what methods the opponent uses, it is this cave that will eventually escape. She just guards the door and treats people well.
True Lord White Crane hid in the wind and snow. He did not dare to show up when he was pregnant, and he could not return to his mansion.
Siming looked at another battlefield.
Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jianjiao teamed up to use the sword. Their tacit understanding was already high and they were familiar with each other's sword skills, so their cooperation was almost seamless. Although the "destruction" of Jiaolu Zhenjun revealed all their flaws, they cooperated with each other and made up for it, and actually formed a defense that was difficult to break.
Siming watched Lu Jianmo draw his sword and nodded slightly.
Well, the sword moves and the sword intention are all perfectly integrated, and the talent is indeed good. Of course, it is still up to me to do it properly.
But Si Ming always felt inexplicably unhappy when he saw how well they cooperated.
Although she was given slave patterns by Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjian, the original design of the slave patterns was based only on the oppression of slaves by slave owners. As long as the other party still resisted or complained, the slave patterns would be used to make them submit.
This is a kind of oppression of unequal personality.
But Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jiaoyue's Nu Wen are more worried about themselves. What they do is not oppression and slavery, but vigilance.
Siming was dissatisfied with this, but she herself had to admit that their caution was indeed right. If it weren't for the slave pattern, her revenge would really have begun... Thinking of such a cute and arrogant little girl like Lu Jianjian The fairy looked like she was being bullied, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly.
As for Ning Changjiu...
Siming's eyes narrowed slightly. She couldn't explain her feelings for him, let alone what kind of person he was... let's call him a human being.
In short, this pair of gods and goddesses in the eyes of outsiders are all her private things in her eyes.
She wanted to capture them and keep them as her own.
This was also the reason why she felt unhappy when she saw that they were in perfect harmony.
Of course, if this evil idea was known to Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiaojie, she would inevitably be bullied together again.
"Hmph, you were so majestic when you bullied me, but now you meet an outsider and beat him so hard... It's embarrassing." Siming snorted with resentment.
Since Lord White Crane could not hide, she stood in front of the cave and slashed at True Lord Jiaolu with one sword.
True Monarch Jiaolu was greatly shaken and looked towards the place where the murderous intent suddenly arose.
The wind and snow turned into swords.
The sword penetrates the realm of destruction.
The horned deer's pupils shrank suddenly.
"No flaws? How is that possible?" the horned deer exclaimed in disbelief.
Siming snorted coldly, the Xindao priest was already perfect when he was alive. Even the slave pattern, um... follows the beauty of symmetry. How can you, an antlered deer, understand the depth
The horned deer was forced to straighten his right sleeve and pulled out a plum blossom with iron-like branches.
This is his natal magic weapon.
Siming stared at the plum blossom and said, "It turns out to be a sika deer."
The horned deer's eyes were filled with murderous intent and rage.
Siming's words seemed to be a joke, but in fact they directly pointed out the source of his authority.
He was originally a sika deer, but in order to comply with the power of destruction, he took off all the plum blossoms on his body.
Incompleteness means damage.
Only by harming yourself first can you harm others.
This is one of his greatest secrets. This woman... who is she? Which big country has not suppressed the demons under the capital
The snowy sword that Siming stabbed was instantly covered with countless plum blossoms.
Hongmei disassembles the sword into snow.
Snowflakes were falling.
But at the same time, Ning Changjiu's Shura Dharmakaya was pressing down like a mountain. Jiaolu Zhenjun was distracted from dealing with Siming and could not avoid it. He was hit by Shura's golden fist and crashed into the rock wall at high speed.
The moment Shura Dharmakaya took action, Ning Jiujiu had already drawn his sword.
The cold light of the sword whistling hit exactly where his figure fell.
The sword was unstoppable.
In front of True Monarch Jiaolu, red plum blossoms were in full bloom, like a plum forest blooming in the sky, blocking the incoming sword.
Lu Yaowei stepped on the snow like a sword, passing by Ning Changjiu's body. On the side of the snowy clothes, the white shadow was like a peacock's tail. Every sword energy was exquisite and clear, as if it were cast by the hands of heaven and earth.
The shadow of the sword danced into a circle on the side of Lu Jianjiao's delicate clothes.
She stood in the air, and every time the circle danced, a sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards the True Monarch Jiao Lu.
Siming no longer watches the fire from the other side.
She flicked her sword. When she pointed it out, the sword was no bigger than a needle. It kept growing in size as it flew. When it reached the horned deer, it was already a heavy sword that was too big to be broken.
The Jiao Lu Zhenjun was tired of responding and roared at Feng Xue: "You want to watch me die?"
True Lord Bai He still did not show up.
Jiaolu Zhenjun noticed that his aura had disappeared into the Dianhuan Sect, and knew that he had given up on the cave and completely escaped.
Lord Jiaolu fell into despair.
He stared at the three of them and asked, "Why did you kill me?"
Si Ming, who was the most capable, said: "Since you are a participant in the Luo Shulou incident, you should bear the consequences."
"Luo Shulou..." Jiaolu Zhenjun asked: "Where is Luo Cangsu?"
Siming said: "Don't think too much. He is already dead and can't save you. Originally, if you could explain your collusion and planning with Luo Shulou in detail, maybe I could consider saving your life. It's a pity that now... I don't have the patience to listen."
Jiaolu Zhenjun looked shocked. He had no time to judge the authenticity of Si Ming's words. This woman who was as beautiful as a god but looked like a demon had appeared in front of him in a trance.
There are countless plum blossoms between them.
This plum blossom is both life and death. It blooms and fails between them, withering and rebirth contradictoryly blending together, forming a mysterious space that nothing can penetrate except the natural law of flowers blooming and withering.
Siming looked at the plum blossoms that bloomed and withered repeatedly, and a jade-like finger fell on the swaying red plums, the jade color was crystal clear.
Whether it is rebirth or death, this process does not escape the line of time after all.
She became one with the red plum, feeling its birth and death, and then broke through this feeling with the plum blossom.
"Don't kill me!" Jiao Lu Zhenjun looked at this jade-colored finger, as if looking at an executioner's sword, and he said in horror: "I am willing to serve you as my master, and I will use the three hundred years of accumulation of the Huan Sect to reveal the biggest secret. And all the secrets that I know about Tenzo or other gods, I offer them all..."
Siming looked down upon these.
Push your jade finger forward.
The True Monarch of the Horned Deer transformed into a deer again.
He fell on the edge of the cliff, blood like corpse spots on his snow-white fur.
Blood red dots are better than plum blossoms.
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"The leader of the Dianhuan Sect is dead, and True Lord Baihe is dormant and dare not come out. There should be no big obstacles on the road ahead." Siming said: "You go to the Ancient Spirit Sect first, and I will go to the bottom of Xuanming Peak to meet an old friend. I will come looking for you later."
"Old friend?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
Siming hummed and said: "It is said that after the King of the Wasteland was killed by the Kingdom of God, he was suppressed here. The King of the Wasteland was the strongest giant of the Desolate tribe at the time. He was born in the Northern Wasteland and knew some old things about the Dragon Bird of the Desolate River. , I stopped by to ask and prepare for possible wars in the future."
Ning Changjiu's expression changed slightly: "Huanghe Longque?"
Siming sneered and said: "Okay, I know that one is most likely your mother-in-law. But the gods are ruthless, so we must be on guard."
Zhao Xiang'er's cold and proud face immediately appeared in Ning Jiujiu's mind... I don't know when they will meet each other in the new year, but with the protection of the Suzaku Kingdom, I think they will be fine.
Lu Marian looked at the fox on Si Ming's neck and asked curiously, "What is this for?"
Siming explained: "Back then, an eight-tailed female fox transformed into a monster that bewitched the country and bewitched the emperor of the country. She cut open the heart of a loyal minister and swallowed it. That heart was the exquisite heart with seven orifices. After the demon fox obtained this heart, She was born in the ninth tail, reached the peak of the five realms, and almost ascended. However, she lured and killed good ministers, and provoked riots in many countries at the same time, and ultimately failed to escape the suppression of the Kingdom of God. Back then... A priest hunted down the nine-tailed demon fox. Arriving at the Tongjie Peak in the Middle Earth, Nine-Tails could not escape and was suppressed and killed under the divine peak. Her seven-orificed exquisite heart was cut open, leaving only a complete skin."
"The Exquisite Heart with Seven Apertures?" Ning Jiujiu immediately recalled the scene when Si Ming stabbed Ye Di to death in the back: "Could this priest you are talking about be..."
It seems that he is not stupid... Si Ming nodded proudly and said: "Okay, in short, this body of the divine fox is reserved for Ning Xiaoling. If it is absolutely necessary and Ning Xiaoling's soul has nowhere to go, you can throw it away first. Come and stay in this body of a divine fox for a while."
The soul has nowhere to go... Ning looked at the skin of the nine-tailed demon fox for a long time and nodded solemnly.
Siming didn't have deep feelings for Ning Xiaoling. She dug her green fingertips into the fluffy fox fur and caressed the softness on her neck, thinking about how she would really stuff Ning Xiaoling into the body of this divine fox. , before she regains her true form, can she hang it around her neck and act as a fox scarf to repay herself for saving her life or something...
Thinking of this, Si Ming, who originally only wanted to help along the way, suddenly gained a lot of expectations.
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Siming went all the way down Xuanming Mountain, breaking through several natural barriers with his strength, and finally penetrated the mountain peak and reached the bottom of the mountain.
Huge iron fences criss-crossed the place, and the firelight illuminated this dark space. The golden forbidden spells were scrawled in handwriting, and it looked like they were written by gods.
Si Ming walked slowly across the cold ground with her bare snow feet. Her figure stopped in front of the iron fences, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared behind the iron fences again. This seemingly short period of time actually broke several immortal curses.
She has studied all these Immortal Forbidden Curses, and she is also the one who ties and untie the bells.
She came to the deepest part of Xuanming Mountain.
This is where the Wasteland King was suppressed.
Siming looked at the giant in the iron prison, whose body was nailed into the rock wall, and said coldly: "Wake up."
The Wasteland King actually opened his eyes.
"You...are...who?" His words were very slow.
Siming said: "Don't worry about who I am, I am your former enemy and now your ally. While you are still alive, give me the stone tablet of Taichu."
"Why... what...?" The Wasteland King opened his eyes.
He was a true giant, as strong as a giant elephant tamed by a wilderness tribe. The commander in front of him was only the size of his palm.
But even though he has become a prisoner, his breath of life is weak. But she still has an innate respect for Siming.
Siming said: "Five hundred years are about to pass. The saint is not far from death. After his death, no one can protect you. You will all die... I know that one of the seven stone tablets of Taichu is in your hands. Then It’s a suicide note from a certain god.”
The Wasteland King moved his rock-like throat: "Why should I believe you?"
Siming said: "You should be able to feel that the saint's aura is getting weaker and weaker. After fighting against the sky for so many years, you don't want to die anonymously, right?"
The King of Wasteland remained silent.
After a long time, the King of the Wasteland said: "It is a part of me. If it is gone, I will die."
Siming sighed.
Sure enough...
She said calmly: "Then when you figure it out, I will come to you."
Before she left, the King of the Wasteland asked: "You...are you going to do what we didn't finish back then?"
Si Ming's dark figure was hidden in the darkness, and she said: "It hasn't been decided yet. But you also know that there is no other saint in the world. If he didn't do it back then, it means that that road is dead."
The voice of the Wasteland King was slow and heavy: "The Saint has tried his best... It's us, but we are not strong enough."
Siming sighed silently: "He who is strong enough to break through the sky."
The King of the Wasteland was born with supernatural power, so he couldn't understand it even more: "The cage is above your head. If you can't break it with force, what can break it?"
Siming said: "I don't know."
In the sea of consciousness, there are thunder and lightning splitting the clouds.
The snow-white figure, like a clear moon hanging high in the sky, reappeared. She couldn't remember the other person's face, but she always remembered the sword. It seemed that what fell was not a sword, nor a small image such as mountains and seas, but a sword. …the entire moon.
The only thing the God Lord who possesses 'infinity' fears is instant kill.
The Lord of God was killed instantly.
This was a scene she would never forget.
That woman... If she also participated in the war five hundred years ago... Or did she actually participate
Si Ming couldn't help but think too much.
Before she left, she added to the King of the Wasteland: "Maybe someone knows the answer."
The King of Wasteland asked again: "Who is a goddess like you following now?"
Siming thought about Ning Changjiu's appearance. Although she didn't want to admit it, people couldn't deceive her after all.
She spoke her intuition.
"What I am chasing is destiny."
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Although there were occasional twists and turns on the way to the Ancient Spirit Sect, there were no real dangers.
When Siming met the King of Wasteland, he also wrapped himself in a fox fur scarf and rushed to the Ancient Spirit Sect together.
She arrived several days earlier than Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjian.
The Ancient Spirit Sect was shrouded in the aura of the netherworld. In the netherworld, there was neither day nor night, only the endless dusk.
Siming broke through the barrier of Netherworld and came to this divine sect located in the southeast of Middle-earth.
Gu Ling Sect occupies a vast area, and as far as the eye can see, there are ten large peaks pointing straight into the sky.
Between the big peaks, the cold wind lingers like a sword.
Disaster was immediately aware of her arrival.
The sect leader dressed in black robes arrived instantly.
Black robe versus black robe.
Siming spoke directly and told what happened to Mu Lingtong in Luoshu Tower.
Hui was silent for a long time, and the matter in Luo Shulou turned out to be more twists and turns than he imagined...
He stopped in front of Siming and said: "No matter what, this is my sect's private matter and no one else is allowed to interfere."
Siming said coldly: "As the sect leader, sacrificing Manfeng, is this also the sect leader's duty?"
Hu Jingping said: "Your realm is quite high, but you and I are both members of the Five Paths. Even if we penetrate the mountains and rivers here, we can't tell the winner even if we think about it. Why should you make things difficult for me? Is it possible that you are here to act chivalrously?" "
Siming said: "I won't embarrass you. I am only looking for one person. Hand over that person and I will leave immediately."
"who?"
"A disciple."
"disciple?"
"Yes, my name is Ning Xiaoling."
Misfortune was silent again.
"What's wrong?" Siming said coldly.
Huo said, "Unfortunately, that disciple is not in the sect now."
"Not in the sect?"
"Yeah." Fu didn't hide anything, and briefly described what Ning Xiaoling had done.
Ning Jiujiu's guess was correct, that little girl indeed had the authority of Lord Hades...
Si Ming looked around and spoke like a knife: "No wonder the sacrifice array has stopped. It turns out that it was filled with the life of the little girl."
Huo said: "I told you, this is a private matter of the sect. You have broken the rules by trespassing on our sect's territory."
Si Ming felt the breath, looked in the direction of Jiuyou Palace, and said, "That's where the underworld is, right?"
Outside of Huo's black robe, murderous intent overflowed: "It's rare for the Ancient Spirit Sect to find peace now, and I will never allow you to enter the forbidden area."
"Forbidden land?" Siming narrowed his eyes.
The misfortune sensed the murderous intention, and he also pulled out the Netherworld Immortal Sword and said: "That is where I only live. If anyone is allowed to set foot there, the Ancient Spirit Sect will be expelled from China today."
"Oh? Really?" Siming's soft lips were silently covered with frost.
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A few days later, Ning Changjiu and Lu Jieyou arrived.
"You are finally here." Siming looked at their tired faces and sighed softly.
"What's wrong?" Ning Jiujiu had a premonition that something was wrong.
Siming said: "I have figured out the general situation, just follow me."
Ning Jiujiu and Lu Marry followed her anxiously.
The journey was smooth.
Lu Marian asked: "Why didn't anyone stop me?"
Siming said calmly: "Now that I am the new head of the Ancient Spirit Sect, of course I can come and go as I please."