The red dragon blood flowed meanderingly and condensed into crystals. The dragon corpse, which symbolized the snow disaster, was submerged by the avalanche that was also the disaster. When the sun shone on the snowfield, the heavy snow had completely stopped.
The surviving caravans woke up their companions one after another, and they looked at the bright sunshine in the sky with lingering fear.
The sunshine on the snowfield had no temperature, but the living part of their hearts became warm again. Those who still had the strength to climb up struggled to get up, with their knees submerged in the snow, and knelt down in the direction in which the red dress was leaving.
Heaven and earth are quiet and gentle.
Shao Xiaoli walked alone on the snowy field. The snow elephant roared lowly in the distance. The sharp-toothed tiger and leopard avoided her at a distance, watching the blood-red color that symbolized killing go away.
The blood on her sword had condensed into ice crystals, which peeled off after being lightly vibrated. The sword reflected light, making it bright and clear.
She looked at the lit sky for a moment.
There is no sun or moon in the sky here, and its light is said to come from the breath of the broken divine kingdom above.
But what can bring light and warmth should be the most beautiful things in the world... Shao Xiaoli often thinks of the sunrise at the end of the world. It is the most beautiful scenery she has ever seen in her life, so when she looks up at the sky, she often imagines that there are hanging An eternally burning red fireball.
There was another golden crow entrenched in the fireball. The golden crow landed on an ancient temple. There should be a god living on the temple...a god in white.
Shao Xiaoli was thinking about this, her pale cheeks showed no expression in the light. She gently threw the sword, and the sword danced around her body and then hovered in front of her. She jumped deftly, pointed her toes on the sword, her red skirt and sword The afterimages of the rainbows reflected each other, departing from the snowfield and heading towards the Broken Boundary City.
After traveling a long distance, Shao Xiaoli stopped his sword, rested for a moment, and continued to control the sword.
The suppression of this world is far from being broken.
At this moment, she could control the sword for a long distance and even hover for a short time, but she could not truly control the sky. According to Ning Jiujiu, this realm is outside and is called Half-step Ziting.
And because of the suppression of the realm by heaven and earth, as long as she can't get out, she may never be able to enter the true Ziting realm.
But few of the demons and ferocious beasts here can fight with her.
Crossing snowfields, deserts, poisonous swamps, and barren mountains, Shao Xiaoli entered the city with his sword and returned to his own royal palace.
She was taller than two years ago, and her figure was slim and graceful. She had a slender waist and a soft red skirt that was cut to a perfect fit, making her skin extremely white, like new breasts. Her brows were cold. The girl from the noble family had grown up rapidly in the past two years, and all her childishness had faded away, replaced by a cold and arrogant temperament that overwhelmed all living beings.
This is what the queen of a city must have.
Shao Xiaoli is nineteen years old this year. He is the absolute ruler of Duanjie City and the de facto monarch of this world.
Since she walked through Duanjie City with Ning Changjiu and Siming, she ordered to give up exploring the depths of Duanjie City and instead encouraged farming and hunting to solve the famine of the civilians in the outer layer. She also took Yuezhi to personally He went to the era named "Peach Garden", retrieved many seeds, and gave them to his subordinates to try to cultivate and sow.
And she often breaks into some notorious wild forest valleys with her sword alone, kills some demons that cause trouble, and takes the demon pills from them.
Of course, being able to make such great progress in two years is related to the guidance of Ning Changjiu and Si Ming, but the main reason is still...
Shao Xiaoli thought and closed the door of the palace.
The palace was dark.
Shao Xiaoli turned a mechanism on the throne.
The gorgeous caisson in the hall opened and a beam of light fell. Where the light fell, a moon branch like a jade carving emerged.
Shao Xiaoli stood up from the throne, walked to the moon branch, and kowtowed gently.
Wisps of light smoke drifted out slowly from the moon branches, forming an illusory shadow in white.
This figure cannot be clearly described in detail. It is more like an illusion fabricated by clouds and mist, so illusory that it is indescribable.
Shao Xiaoli had never seen the moon, but when she saw this figure floating out of the moon branches for the first time, she felt that the so-called moonlight might be flowing in this color.
"Immortal Lord." Shao Xiaoli called her that.
The whirling shadow swayed slightly, and she said nothing, just waving light and shadow on the moon branches.
These lights and shadows are constantly dancing and changing, as if they are demonstrating an exquisite swordsmanship, or performing a witchcraft dance.
Shao Xiaoli watched with concentration.
The first time she saw this shadow was a year ago.
At that time, her realm was not enough, so she could only rely on the power of the Blood Feather Lord and the fox to hold on to the throne. There were frequent turmoils in the Broken Boundary City, and she was running around, exhausted both physically and mentally.
One night, she took out the moon branch given by Ning Changjiu and prayed softly to it, hoping to receive enlightenment from the gods.
That night, the fantasy became reality, and Yuezhi actually responded... This figure floated out for the first time, like a thing called cloud recorded in the book. She stared at it for a long time, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
This ethereal figure did not speak, she just performed a swordsmanship soundlessly.
Shao Xiaoli seemed to understand.
Vaguely, she seemed to have received some kind of inheritance.
Since then, the ice and snow blocking her spiritual path began to melt. Her realm has risen rapidly, advancing by leaps and bounds, completely overwhelming everyone, and becoming the true and worthy king of Duanjie City.
And this shadow in the dead branches appeared once every fifteen days, without saying a word, and only taught her the Dharma.
Shao Xiaoli knelt down on the ground and lowered his head to study.
She has an inexplicable intimacy with this figure... This intimacy is not because she is kind to her, but is something deeper, something mysterious and mysterious like blood and soul.
The woman in white danced with swordsmanship.
Shao Xiaoli knelt down and thanked him again.
The woman still didn't speak, turned into a fading cloud, and dived back into the moon branches.
The moon branch sank to the bottom of the pool in the center of the hall and could not be seen.
Shao Xiaoli slowly stood up.
She remembered the swordsmanship of the woman in white just now, and was inspired. As her heart moved, she raised her right palm diagonally, pointed forward, and slashed out a faint sword light.
In the dark hall, countless sounds similar to the bursting of human joints exploded. The flying sword light was as white as snow, pushed forward along the central axis of the finger, and slammed into the palace door, shaking all the furnishings in the palace.
Shao Xiaoli withdrew his finger.
She originally thought she had reached the pinnacle of the world, but every time the woman in white taught her a skill, she always gained a mysterious improvement.
Who is the figure in the moon branch? Will Ning know her for a long time? Why did he never mention it when he gave me the moon branch
Shao Xiaoli was confused.
"This... should be your opportunity." Shao Xiaoli murmured softly.
If Ning doesn't give me this moon branch for a long time, then he will be the one to learn the thousands of techniques in this moon branch, not me... Although the boss is already so powerful, he always has more skills than he can handle.
Shao Xiaoli didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
But the figure in the moon branch is willing to show up, which can be regarded as recognizing her...
"But who are you? Why do you live in this moon branch?" Shao Xiaoli murmured softly.
She held her sword, crossed the watery palace pool, and walked outside.
Shao Xiaoli didn't know that after she turned her back, the wisp of smoke-like shadow reappeared. She stared at her back until it disappeared.
This is an ordinary day in Duanjie City.
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Middle Earth.
The sky had been washed by heavy rain all night, making it clear and bright. The clouds are white and unadulterated, the breeze blows without arrogance or impatience, and the chirping of birds spreads throughout the fields.
On the illusory sword, Si Ming carried Ning Changjiu across the sky.
Along the way, they smashed into countless white clouds, which scattered in the sky like scales scraped off a fish.
The City of Ten Thousand Demons is located due north of the Ancient Spirit Sect. There is no need to look for a map to find the way. When you fly across the sky with your sword, you will see a large, continuous, black mine-like city. It is the legendary place where all the demons gather. The ancient city.
It’s just that the Middle Earth is too vast. Even with Si Ming’s cultivation, it would take seven days to control the Sword Ten Thousand Demons City.
"Thanks to you for what happened to my junior sister. Without your help, I would have been exhausted mentally and physically." Ning stood behind her for a long time, holding her shoulders with both hands as a stabilizer.
Si Ming put her hands behind her back. She did not deliberately block the wind. Instead, she allowed the breeze to blow on her face, blowing her silver hair into curls. These silver hair covered Ning Jiujiu's face, like a veil covering her face. The silk curtain on the bed made it difficult for Ning Jiujiu to see clearly, and it was also quite itchy.
Si Ming listened to his words and responded calmly: "I am helping Xiao Ling and Marry, not you."
After Ning Changjiu heard the words, he smiled softly. He smelled the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose and said, "Anyway, thank you very much."
The corners of Siming's lips raised, and he smiled sarcastically: "What's the use of thanking me? If you sincerely thank me, you might as well have me tattooed."
Ning thought for a long time, reached out to push her hair away, looked at her seriously, and asked: "If I tattoo you, how will you treat me?"
Siming pondered for a moment and said equally seriously: "Then I will let you serve tea and water, work like a cow or a horse, put you in a cage to humiliate you, and then brand some parts of you with slave marks, oh, yes Yes, a fox tail is also essential.”
"... If you say a few nice words, I might feel soft and solve it for you." Ning was silent for a long moment, then said with an angry smile: "Why do I think it's you who don't want to solve the slave pattern?"
Siming sneered: "I'm just too lazy to lie to you."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Do you hate me so deeply?"
Si Ming said: "Priest is flawless. If it is not my original wish, anyone who touches me will be a sinner. You have committed a heinous crime. One day, I will personally inflict the punishment you deserve on you."
Ning Changjiu smiled and asked: "You have resigned from office a long time ago, how can you get such great official authority?"
Siming said contemptuously: "There is no need to guess the goddess's intention with your despicable mortal heart. When I return to the throne of God, you can just crawl under the stairs."
Ning Changjiu felt the hair brushing his face and whispered, "What if I can't go back?"
Siming said proudly: "Unless the Kingdom of God changes its owner, it is impossible not to recognize me."
She did not continue talking, and there was a deeper thought buried in her heart - if the Kingdom of God had no owner and Ye Dai was dead at this moment, then as a priest, she could logically take over everything in the Kingdom of God.
Five hundred years ago, after the saint was killed, his divine kingdom was inherited by his heavenly king.
Even if Tianjun inherits the power of the Kingdom of God, he is far less powerful than the saint back then, but so what? Twelve kings take turns guarding it, but only one can be found every year. No matter how strong the other kings are, it has nothing to do with him. In his own year, he is invincible.
Since there is a precedent, as a surviving priest, why can't she follow the ancient method
After all, being under one god is not perfect. Only by becoming the Lord of the Kingdom of God can it be possible to kill the inner demon in white that is entangled in the dream like Weiye.
Every time Siming thought of this, immortal sparks that could boil the sea of consciousness would burst out from his graceful and undulating body.
She suppressed the sudden thoughts in her heart and kept her eyes as usual.
Ning never thought about the ambition in the heart of the woman in front of him for a long time. He chewed on the words "The Kingdom of God will not change its owner".
He knew that the shadow of the woman who had tormented Si Ming like a nightmare for hundreds of years was most likely the master.
After Master killed the Headless God, did she take over its kingdom
"Why can't the Kingdom of God change its owner?" Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but ask.
Siming bluntly said: "All the god-lords in the world have corresponding stars in the sky. Only by being recognized by the stars can they be accepted by the kingdom of gods. No matter how powerful the person who kills the headless god is, he will never be recognized by the stars. , let alone be in charge of the Kingdom of God.”
Ning Jiujiu nodded thoughtfully.
Siming smiled and said, "What? Are you starting to worry about your future?"
Ning Jiujiu shot back: "Since we met, how many times have you defeated me? What am I afraid of you for?"
Siming said calmly: "No dynasty in the world is immortal. The six gods of Taichu who roamed the ancient times have also been burned into the ashes of history. The saints who once asked heaven for their fate are about to die... Under the power of time, they are still like this, you Where does the confidence come from?”
"What do these things you said have to do with me?" Ning Jiujiu responded calmly.
"Oh? What sophistry do you have?" Siming raised his slender eyebrows slightly. She turned back slightly and glanced at Ning Jiujiu from the corner of her eye. Her beautiful cheeks were brightly outlined against the light.
Ning looked at her face for a long time and said seriously: "Although a dynasty is prosperous, it must decline. It never lasts forever, but that will always happen hundreds of years later."
Ning Jiujiu paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Now is my dynasty. Miss Si Ming was born at the wrong time."
The sunlight passed through the silver hair and fell into Ning Changjiu's eyes. Dots of broken light were like runes engraved deep in the pupils, exuding dazzling brilliance. Siming's heart moved and he slowly turned his head, blocking the oncoming light. .
She snorted coldly: "If you say such shameless words again, I will kick you off the sword."
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The white sun spans across the dome, and its color slowly becomes darker. When it sets on the horizon, it is already painted with a faint orange color. It falls towards the continuous mountains, as if there is a dark sea hidden behind the mountains for it to rest.
The rainbow light across the sky gradually became thinner and fell into a mountain road. The birds were frightened and fluttered their wings and flew into the sunset.
Siming put away his virtual sword and slowly walked up the stairs of the mountain path.
Their heads were covered by a dense canopy of trees, and the evening sun filtered through the leaves, revealing mottled brick red. This light blended with Si Ming's black robe, leaving a warm shadow on Ning Changjiu's white dress.
Even if he is a master of five disciplines, he will always feel tired after handling a sword for a day, let alone a virtual sword.
But she didn't say a word, just silently walked up the steps.
Ning looked at her crimson neck in the sunlight for a long time, smiled and said with concern: "You must be tired after wielding the sword for a whole day, let's find an inn to rest."
"Inn?" Siming's cold words were full of disdain: "Sword Immortal Ning is so delicate and has reached the peak of the Purple Court Realm, but he still has to stay in an inn like an ordinary person?"
Ning Jiujiu walked beside her and said slowly: "You have been tired for a day, what will happen if I let you sleep in the open air again?"
Siming said coldly: "Hypocritical."
Ning Changjiu said: "If the sect leader doesn't want to, it's not impossible for us to find a ruined temple to live in."
Siming said: "I don't like temples."
"Why?" Ning asked for a long time.
Siming said calmly: "Most of the gods enshrined in the temple are not worthy of their name. They rarely respond to people's worship and prayers. If I see them, I'm afraid I can't help but smash them."
Ning Jiujiu smiled helplessly and asked, "What do you want, the sect leader?"
Siming said: "I'll let you control the sword at night, what? Do you want to be lazy?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Compared with your level, if Xinghui sees the bright moon, my sword control for one day and one night is not as good as yours. I might as well have a good rest tonight."
Siming snorted coldly and said, "You praise me openly and you criticize me secretly. You are really smart... shameless."
Ning Jiujiu was puzzled: "What do you mean? Why did I degrade you?"
Siming walked up the steps. The sunset on the back of her neck gradually faded and turned back to dazzling white. She did not take off the demon fox mask, and she looked like a thousand-year-old demon who had traveled through the mountains and forests, unparalleled in ancient beauty.
She said slowly: "The stars and the bright moon... which one is bigger and which one is smaller, don't you know? A mortal with a leaf blinded can only feel that the moon is like an ice wheel, with infinite light, and the stars are like dust and sand, shaking on the verge of extinction. But this is the idea of a frog at the bottom of a well. , all the stars we can see are far bigger and brighter than the moon. You are flattering me with these words, what else is it if it is not sarcasm?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled helplessly. He looked at Si Ming's eyes hidden under the mask and kindly reminded: "It doesn't matter whether your words are true or false, but for us, the closer the stars are, the more powerful they are. Ruoyue There are immortals above who will punish you after hearing your words."
Siming glanced at him, as if mocking his ignorance: "Where are the immortals on the moon? The Moon God died earlier than the Seventh God. The Immortal Palace has been deserted for thousands of years, and there is no road to the moon in the world. If there are at most a few thieves in this world who steal the power of the moon, how can there be any real inheritor of the Immortal Palace?"
"..." Ning looked at his confident face for a long time.
Siming was always like this, she always seemed smart and cautious when it came to things she knew little about, but when it came to some secrets she thought she knew, she showed an almost cute arrogance.
He knew that Master was definitely related to the moon, and the name Ye Chan Palace almost made her identity explicit.
But if Si Ming's words are true, the sky on earth has been covered, and the Six Gods of Taichu have not yet been able to escape, how did Master get the true inheritance of the moon? Or is she just a thief
Ning Jiujiu knew that he would not be able to figure these things out before seeing Ye Chan Palace.
But... He suddenly looked forward to how Si Ming would look when he saw his master.
When the seven-hundred-year-old nightmare comes to reality, what will her expression be like? Can she still maintain this arrogance? Or even, will he become his master and become his eighth junior sister or something...
Ning thought about it for a long time and couldn't help laughing.
Siming looked at him in confusion and said, "I exposed your stupidity, why did you still laugh, so shameless?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time, burying this secret in his heart. He looked at Si Ming and smiled: "Miss Si taught you a lesson, but if you continue like this, the city will be sealed."
Si Ming looked at him and said, "Xiao Ling is in danger. As a senior brother, why are you so not in a hurry?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is no point in rushing. We must not be tired of traveling these days, and we must adjust our spirits at all times. Sharpen your sword and chop wood. If the trip to Ten Thousand Monsters City goes well, there will not be much difference in time. .”
Si Mingdai frowned slightly and asked, "Are you worried that someone will stop us?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "I have this hunch."
"Well, that's fine. Since you are so timid and fearful, let's take a rest for the night." Siming sighed softly and had no choice but to compromise.
The two of them wielded their swords and passed through several mountainous villages and towns, and finally saw a city in a corner that was not prosperous.
After entering the city, Ning Changjiu and Siming went to eat local specialties together. The conversation between the two never stopped since they left the house. They were always at each other's throats, sarcastically sarcastic.
It wasn't until the food was served that the two temporarily settled their differences.
In the hot mist, Siming had taken off her mask. Her face was still beautiful after the disguise. She looked like a gentle and skillful woman, which did not match her inner temperament.
Ning Jiujiu discovered that he and she had an incredible tacit understanding when it came to eating.
They both happened to dislike each other's favorite dishes, so there was no intrigue like when he and Xiang'er Yuzhou were eating eels, and they were surprisingly harmonious.
After eating, Siming felt better and showed a long-lost smile.
"These delicacies in this world should be a gift from heaven." Siming's words still showed a condescending attitude.
Ning Jiujiu retorted: "This is one of the civilizations that humans have slowly acquired since they drilled flints to make fire. They have gradually discovered ingredients, spices, and cooking techniques. What does it have to do with you gods?"
Siming snorted coldly: "Everything in the world is a gift from the gods. Life and death are not up to them. Civilization is just an illusion created by the world itself."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Maybe one day, the priest will change his mind."
Siming thought for a while and said: "Unless I become a human. But... that is impossible to come."
She is the most exquisite porcelain in the Kingdom of God, symbolizing the mystery and eternity of time.
Siming wiped his lips with silk, stood up slowly, and left the store.
Ning Jiujiu took the money Lu married him to settle the bill.
The night breeze is cool.
"Going for a walk on the street?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Si Ming looked at the dark long street and shook his head slightly: "The night view here is not as good as Shangshang Street, so what's so good about it?"
Ning Jiujiu thought of the fireworks, nodded and said: "After all, Yishang Street is a prosperous place of Yanliu, it is indeed incomparable."
Siming said: "Go and find an inn."
Ning Changjiu nodded and took Siming to find the inn.
When the shopkeeper saw a guest coming, he smiled and said: "The guest must be from a big place. She is really a talented man and a beautiful woman. I wonder what kind of room you two want?"
Siming frowned slightly when he heard the words "man, talented woman and beautiful woman".
Ning glanced at Si Ming for a long time, and Si Ming responded with a cold look, as if to say, what kind of house should I choose? Of course it's the best.
Ning Jiujiu smiled at the shopkeeper and said, "Come for two rooms with a sky-high size."
Among the shopkeepers, he dresses simply, but spends generously, and his attitude is a bit more upright. Just... two rooms
"You two... are you having a conflict?" the shopkeeper asked in a low voice.
Siming took a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked unhappy.
For the sake of the shopkeeper's safety, Ning Jiujiu immediately said: "We are not husband and wife, we are just on the same road. We just need two rooms."
The shopkeeper nodded doubtfully. He turned over the account, suddenly slapped his head, and said distressedly: "I almost forgot that a big guest came to the store today and took up a lot of rooms. There are not many high-end rooms in the store. At this moment... there is only one room left for the two of you... "