Siming looked at the back figure and saw the white dress and blue silk embedded in the moon, sitting cross-legged. The moonlight under the skirt spread gently, not knowing whether it was the sky or the water.
She seemed far away from him, yet so close.
Siming looked at this elusive figure quietly.
"Inner demon?" Siming whispered to himself.
She realized she was in a dream.
She hasn't had such a dream for a long time.
Because it was a dream, she could clearly see what she looked like at the moment.
The dark ancient sword hung by her side, and her body was also put on a half-shouldered divine robe, modeled on the stars and outlined with golden patterns. Under the divine robe, her skin was slender and complicated. The silver tattoo showed through, and the lines were drawn neatly, blending into the long night's tailored robes. It was the unique tattoo that the priest was born with.
Behind her, there is also an outline of a slender waning moon, like a woven silver thread, which accommodates her graceful and convex body.
Siming looked at himself like this with a nostalgic look.
This is what she looked like when she was still a priest.
As expected, he still couldn't let go of the past... Si Ming felt faintly tired.
She looked at Bai Shang's shadow in the moon and recalled the day when the Kingdom of God collapsed. The endless fire of darkness burns the sky, and the red dust rolls up, like a dragon or a dragon in the strong wind. In the broken earth, the iron chain made of the dragon bone is like a python raising its head, trapping the figure of the God Lord in the chaos, and then lights up in the darkness. There was a white light.
The initial point of sight expanded crazily, turning into a huge light wheel, filling the sight, almost sweeping away all the darkness and fire.
It looks like a knife, and it also looks like a moon.
The moonlight fell, the silver tide rolled to the ground, and in the cracked earth, her throne fell apart together with the sundial, falling desperately towards the Broken Boundary City.
In her last sight, what she saw was a figure with black hair and white clothes and a blurry face.
This was her inner demon, and the reason why she had murderous intentions when she first met Lu Jiumou.
Siming looked at the vague shadow in this dream and smiled to himself. After meeting Ning Changjiu in Duanjie City, her character changed a lot in a subtle way. The heart of the Holy Son that was once lost with the collapse of the Kingdom of God seemed to be gradually condensed in her body.
She wiped away the fear in her heart, walked on the road paved by the moonlight with her bare feet, and walked slowly towards her with a peaceful mind.
Since it is a dream.
Since it is the inner demon.
Then tonight I can easily kill the inner demon in my dream!
Si Ming remained surprisingly awake in her dream. She suddenly raised her sleeves and spread her fingers. The black sword at her side danced around her sleeves and fell into her palm. Siming grabbed the hilt of the sword. What you see and feel in the world resonates with the heart of the sword, turning into a true understanding of heaven and earth.
Siming's knees were slightly bent, her body was slightly arched, and after tensing up, she jumped with the sword in hand. She could not feel any resistance, and her figure jumped into the sky easily. The sword was even faster than ever before... This kind of speed was almost at its peak back then. At that time, it was even worse!
Is this really a dream... Why is it so real
The thought flashed past. After she jumped to the limit, her figure hovered in the air. Then, her black robe danced wildly, and her spiritual power burst out, and a semicircular arc of light bordered by the moon's shadow bloomed brilliantly in the sky.
The sword light fell from the sky, and her figure fell like a meteor, slashing towards the whirling shadow embedded in the moon!
Si Ming rarely felt this kind of pleasure.
She returned to the past, endless power surged in her body, stars rose and fell on the side of the throne, and the world came and went between her palms. This sword was unexpectedly fast, fast enough to cut through everything.
Her men and swords slashed into the moon.
The sword struck the right shoulder of the woman in white!
Siming was sure that he had killed her! But not only did the other party's figure remain motionless, even his clothes were not damaged at all.
While Si Ming was still confused, the woman with her back to him suddenly lightly dusted her shoulders, as if she were brushing away a speck of dust.
boom!
In an instant, Si Ming's figure flew away. She touched the ground with her toes and skimmed across the water-like ground. She slid a hundred feet and then stopped with her sword, barely able to stabilize her body.
Siming raised his head in shock and looked at the figure who had easily deflected his sword blow, his eyes full of shock.
"Is my inner demon... so stubborn?" Siming murmured to himself.
But no matter how powerful the inner demon is, how can it be difficult to kill it in a dream
She abandoned her distracting thoughts, raised her sword, and struck again. The distance of a hundred feet was instantly shortened. She held the sword in both hands and struck again in the air with a beheading gesture.
After a bell-like sound, Siming's figure flew out in exactly the same way.
"How is that possible?" Siming looked at his trembling divine robe. The silver tattoos were swaying and extinguished like candles in the wind. "This... is this really a dream? Why can't I break the inner demon in my dream?" ?”
She felt no pain, only a deep sense of powerlessness.
After a long silence, she opened her eyes again and stared at the back, her heart filled with fighting spirit again.
She held the sword tightly, burning the sword fire, and rushed forward faster than before.
The two collide. Siming was bounced away again.
She fell to the ground and struggled to get up. Although she was embarrassed, how could she admit defeat? She has a clear Taoist mind, faces the obstacles in her heart, holds the sword and pounces on it over and over again, and then is shaken away over and over again. The war ignited in her heart is severely suppressed by an invisible hand, but this sense of oppression gives birth to her The tenacity and unyielding heart.
Holding the sword, she stood up slowly, put her hands around the back of her neck, tied up her silver hair with spiritual power, tied it tightly, held the sword again, and continued to rush towards the figure.
Isn't it just the inner demon... If I can't kill you, how can I reach the top and return to the throne in the future!
Si Mingdao's heart became firm again, and he stood up with his sword in hand, his figure like a sword. Then she was shaken away again and again and fell into the watery moonlight.
The moonlight wetted the sleeves of her robe.
A long time passed, but Si Ming still couldn't hurt the other party at all.
A feeling of powerlessness came over me desperately.
Can't they be defeated no matter what... Siming smiled miserably. She struggled to get up and sat cross-legged, with the black sword across her knees.
The figure with green silk stockings and white clothes was waiting for her quietly.
Siming spent a lot of energy suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
She looked at the sky and forgot about the sky, looked at the moon and forgot about the moon, stroked the sword and forgot about the sword.
The ice eyes suddenly became empty.
Sitting in the arms of heaven and earth, in silence and forgetfulness.
So much so that she didn't even hear the figure let out a faint sigh.
The black sword flew up from his knees.
Siming pressed his finger between his eyebrows. Behind her, the waning moon turned into a bird with huge wingspan. The moon bird sang loudly and attached itself to the sword. In the sundial, the part belonging to the moon was disassembled and engraved on the sword like an inscription.
Si Ming wiped his hand from his eyebrows.
She slowly opened her eyes.
With a solemn cry of cry, the black sword and the moon bird merged into one, slashing towards the moon at an unprecedented speed. This sword was more powerful than all the previous swords combined. It caused the void to collapse and the moon shadow to lose its luster. It seemed like it could split the entire moon with one sword.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, Siming let out a breath, and the connection between his spirit and the dream world was as thin as a gossamer.
It should be destroyed now... She thought like this and slowly raised her head. Then, she saw a scene again that almost broke her heart.
The sword hovered beyond the moon. The moon was unscathed, but her moon bird was forcefully pulled out of the sword body and transformed into the size of a sparrow again.
But this moon bird, which clearly belonged to her, not only showed no rejection towards this life-and-death enemy, but also jumped up and down on her shoulders, pecking her affectionately.
Despair and betrayal struck down like thunder. In the crackling sound, the spiritual threads wrapped around the long hair broke, and the silver hair was re-coated. Siming was kneeling dumbly, looking so miserable.
She felt like she had nothing.
"Ning Jiujiu!!!" She shouted subconsciously, her voice heartbreaking. She suddenly turned her head and looked to her side, but saw nothing.
Yes... this is just a dream.
Si Ming realized later that she felt embarrassed for her shouting.
She fell to her knees, supporting herself with her hands, breathing heavily.
Since it’s a dream…
Siming smiled miserably and pressed his eyebrows again.
"That's it."
A voice suddenly sounded, the voice was clear.
Siming's heart was shaken. She raised her head and saw that the motionless shadow had stood up at some point. Time seemed to slow down, and Siming watched her turn around. She still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but she could feel the infinite beauty.
The woman walked towards him slowly, her steps were gentle and steady, the curves of her body were obviously beautiful, but there was no hint of charm at all, only purity.
Siming couldn't understand his current mood.
She watched dreamily as the other person approached her.
The woman in the moon took off the sword in the air, leaned down, and tied it around Siming's waist. Siming was confused as to why she did this, but did not resist. The woman's movements were gentle, without any hostility. She stretched out her slightly bent fingers, and the moon bird jumped on her fingertips. She turned her palm a little and placed it between her eyebrows, and the moon bird merged into her body again like water.
Before she could figure it out, she saw the woman raise her hand.
Is she going to kill herself... Siming thought this, but then she heard a snap and a chestnut was knocked on her forehead.
Siming snorted and covered his forehead.
it hurts…
She woke up.
Siming slowly opened his eyes.
"What are you doing!" Siming suddenly woke up and struggled out of Ning Changjiu's arms. She touched her clothes, lifted up her sleeves and looked at her wrists to see if there were any traces of bruises. She stared at Ning. Jiujiu said coldly: "Who asked you to hug me?"
When she woke up, her head was resting on Ning Changjiu's chest, one hand was holding his clothes, the other was around his back, and her body was even closer to him.
Ning Jiujiu said innocently: "You obviously yelled my name when you were sleeping and then hugged me tightly. I am the one who lost your innocence!"
"How can you be innocent!" Siming sarcastically retorted. She breathed out, rubbed her temples, and recalled her previous dream.
She immediately touched her waist... Where was the black sword
It's really a dream...
Siming shook his head slightly.
How could I have such a dream? Have my inner demons become so stubborn
"What's wrong? Is it a nightmare?" Ning Jiujiu moved his numb body and asked with concern.
Siming snorted coldly: "I have cultivated to the fifth path, how can I still have nightmares? Besides, how can there be anything in this world that makes me afraid?"
Ning Jiujiu looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Then what on earth did you dream about? I couldn't wake you up no matter how I called you."
"I don't remember." Siming said perfunctorily: "But since I called you in my dream, it's probably not a good dream. Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to treat me frivolously while I'm sleeping next time, I will cut off your hand!"
"..." Ning Jiujiu thought to himself, if I really want to be scornful of you, do I still need to wait for you to fall asleep? He sighed and said, "I understand, Lord Priest."
Siming was too lazy to pursue his perfunctory behavior. Her mind was still obsessed with the previous dream, recalling the last scene.
Dreams are the evolution of your own deep consciousness.
According to this statement... Could it be that the fact that I couldn't defeat the opponent, and even got a chestnut knocked in the end, was all this in my subconscious mind
Siming bit his pink lips and couldn't help but recall Ning Changjiu's previous words to him - she had a subconscious tendency to be masochistic.
impossible!
Siming immediately rejected the idea. How could I be that kind of woman
But...how to explain the previous dream
Siming's mood was very contradictory.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her bowed profile and her ever-changing eyes, and was equally curious... What on earth was she dreaming about
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but think of her trembling eyelashes, tight lips, slightly painful face in her dream, and the hand wrapped around him... An idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Ning Jiujiu felt that he had figured it out.
A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, no wonder you don’t want to wake up!
He remembered the way she called his name in the dream just now. The object of the dream is self-evident! No wonder she woke up saying things like this.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help laughing. He couldn't imagine that someone like Si Ming would have such a dream. It turned out that she was also interested in him... Thinking of this, Ning Jiujiu looked at her with much gentler eyes.
Siming turned his head and looked at his soft eyebrows warily... He always felt something was strange... Well, it must be him with bad intentions!
The two looked at each other for a while, both thinking they had guessed what the other was thinking.
"It's getting late. Let's rush to the City of Ten Thousand Demons as soon as possible." Siming took the lead to look away. She stood up straight and drew a virtual sword casually.
"Huh?" Si Mingwei was confused.
"What's wrong?" Ning asked for a long time.
Siming found that his swordsmanship seemed to have improved again, and this improvement... was not small!
Could it be that practicing swordplay in a dream also has magical effects
"Nothing." Siming said casually. It was absolutely impossible for her to tell the fact that she was beaten to a terrible state in her dream. Anyway, the dream belongs to you alone. As long as no one sees it, you will be an arrogant priest!
Ning Jiujiu gently held down her virtual sword and said, "It's not far from here to the City of Ten Thousand Demons. Let me control the sword."
Siming frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "You have had such a dream, it is inevitable that your mood will be unstable, please take some rest."
Siming bit his lips tightly, with a complicated look on his face... By the way, he knew about my inner demons. Could it be that he had guessed the content of my dream? This... is so embarrassing.
"I didn't have such a dream!" Siming denied it.
Ning looked at her expression for a long time and strengthened his thoughts. He drew a virtual sword, gently patted Siming's shoulder and said: "Come up."
"Don't touch me!" Siming slapped the hand that patted his shoulder away.
Oh, are you still pretending to be with me? Ning looked at her with a long smile and shook his head slightly, not bothering to expose it.
Siming was indeed a little confused. She did not refuse, and walked behind Ning Jiujiu with a gloomy face.
The City of Ten Thousand Demons is close at hand.
…
Not impressive.
Between the curtains, the shadow of the viewer, Ye Chan Palace, swayed like water.
The senior sister walked into the view.
"Master." She bowed.
Ye Changong gently raised his hand.
The curtain opened and a book poked out.
The senior sister took the scroll. The scroll is not thick and the ink on it is not yet dry.
This is the sword manual.
The senior sister looked slightly strange. She recognized the sword technique from the clues in the sword moves and asked, "Is this Xue Ci's sword?"
"Yes." Ye Changong said: "Disciple of the Master, you are the best at practicing swordsmanship. You find all the loopholes in the swordsmanship and then make up for her."
The senior sister thought of that proud woman, shook her head slightly, and asked: "A priest who has lost his country only has a beautiful body. It's okay for the junior brother to get interested in her. How can she be worthy of the master's attention? Or should I say that? …”
Ye Changong interrupted her, "Just do as I say."
The senior sister put away the scroll and gathered her breath. Xue Ci was proud and arrogant, and Zhao Xiang'er had different opinions. After thinking about it, the one named Lu Marian was the most pleasing to the eye.
"Shenyu takes the order." The senior sister reluctantly agreed.
Ye Changong asked: "What's going on in Baiyinxue Palace and Jiange?"
The senior sister said: "The Tianjun of Baiyinxue Palace appeared briefly in the world five days ago. At that time, junior brother and Xue Ci were rafting on a bamboo raft. Tianjun looked at it from a distance for a while and did not take action. Three days ago, the senior elder sister of Jiange completed the Ten Thousand Paths Path. The last level of the Holy Secret has been released from seclusion, and its whereabouts are unknown, but according to the observation of the third junior brother, it should be undoubtedly the City of Ten Thousand Demons."
The senior sister paused and continued: "The first to seventh disciples of Jiange are all ready to inherit the destiny. If the heaven awakens and is imbued with great power, I am afraid it will be very troublesome. The remaining disciples are not yet ready."
"Tiandao will not really wake up for a while." Ye Changong said.
The eldest sister believed her master's words and felt relieved. She continued: "The Sword Master has not moved, but he has completely integrated into the way of heaven at this moment. When the world collapses in the future, he will definitely use the sword in the name of maintaining order. The sword The sword of the pinnacle of the Saint... the second junior brother will try his best to block it."
"As for Liu Junzhuo, she is on her way to the Ancient Spirit Sect. Her junior brother has already left. She should not cause any trouble, so she has nothing to worry about."
"By the way, the most important thing is..." Senior Sister looked worried: "Bai Zang has also been projected into the human world."
"Where is the projection?" Ye Changong asked.
The elder sister said: "They have been all over the world, and even three thousand worlds away. But she has done nothing, just like the king of the country inspecting his own territory."
After saying this, the senior sister said seriously: "Master just needs to rest, there is no need to distract yourself from these things, just leave it to us."
Listening to this, Ye Changong seemed to be a person who stayed out of the matter, remaining calm and unfazed.
"Well, don't worry." Ye Changong responded softly after hearing this.
The candlelight in the hall is silent, and the floating fairy sounds are like ripples.
The eldest sister looked at the shadow on the curtain.
The master always looked so beautiful, but she never really told anyone about her current weakness.
The senior sister shook her head slightly.
The first and second hunting wars both ended in failure. She has little confidence and just wants to do her best.
After all, without the Guanzhu, they would have been dead gods long ago.
"By the way, do you need me to inform the demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City? In order to avoid accidentally injuring my junior brother and...sister-in-law." Senior Sister asked.
"No need, let him seek his own happiness."
The fairy voice in Ye Chan Palace was indescribably clear and still as ethereal as ever, but the senior sister always felt that there was something else in the master's words.
She held the brand-new sword manual and retreated after being ordered.
…
Four hours later, with daylight in the sky, in Ning Changjiu's sight, a black, huge silhouette pressed over him.
The forest trees here are black, the barren mountains and grasslands are black, and the black city...
The tip of the sword turned downwards, and Ning Changjiu and Si Ming landed gently.
They all looked forward.
This is the northeast corner of Middle-earth. The vast city has expanded into a huge black shadow. The towering city wall is made of huge stones and rises from the ground. I don’t know how many feet high it is. There are burning torches on the city wall, which are monsters. Fire, the demon fire burned steadily in the strong wind, and went continuously. On every tower on the city wall, there stood a stone statue of a big demon. These stone statues climbed on the black cliff-like towers, looked up, and spoke. Endless majesty and oppression.
Even though five hundred years ago, the great demons suffered countless casualties, even now, there are still many five-path demons trapped under imperial cities around the world. This majestic city still stands tall, facing the heaven and earth with an arrogant attitude, without any sense of dying.
On both sides of the city gate are the famous inscriptions that run through the floors, "He who comes is a guest" and "He who carries the sword dies." The characters are strong and powerful, but they seem to be written in one breath with a sword.
"This is a giant beast under the dusk and sunset." Siming commented like this.
But why isn't she standing in the dusk and sunset
Siming laughed at himself and said: "Let's go, find the so-called Ghost Emperor, get back the fragmented power of Lord Ming, and then leave quickly. The saint is about to die, and even I don't want to drain the muddy water of Ten Thousand Monsters City. "
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently and said nothing.
He looked at the sky above the tower.
The sky was as usual, just darker than outside.
There is nothing else.
Something that reaches the sky... If Kunlun is in the city, what kind of thing should it be
I would rather not think too much about it for a long time. The most important thing now is to save junior sister Xiaoling first.
"Yes. Let's go." Ning Jiujiu said simply, Si Ming put on the demon fox mask, and together they walked peacefully into this unusual ancient city in the eyes of the world.
The guards at the city gate are a pair of wild boar spirits.
The boar spirit blocked their way with a spear in hand.
Ning Jiujiu handed over the documents and certificates circulating in the Middle-earth continent. The wild boar spirit looked at the documents and said, "Have you ever carried a sword?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I understand the rules of Ten Thousand Monsters City."
The wild boar spirit reminded: "Everyone in the world understands the rules of the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but there are always people who want to break the rules. There are many corpses buried in the Bone Pit, so don't take any chances."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "No."
The wild boar spirit checked the customs clearance documents and let them in without making any trouble.
Walking through the long corridor, the light at the end is particularly bright.
After passing the corridor, there is a shocking deep pit. The pit is filled with bones, including human bones and demon bones. It exudes the stench of decay and blood.
"Guest." A dog demon with a paper talisman on its head staggered over. It was blind but walked very steadily. It said sincerely: "The guest is a new face. I'm here for the first time. Do you need a guide? The terrain of Ten Thousand Demons City is complex and there are many rules. Having one more guide can save a lot of trouble."
Siming didn't say anything, and she didn't care. Anyway, it was Lu Jiaomo's money she spent.
Ning looked at it for a long time, pondered for a moment, and asked: "You are blind and can't see. How do I know if you are lying?"
The blind dog demon said plausibly: "I am a dog born and raised here. Although my eyes are blind, my nose is sensitive! I have received guests ranging from less than one thousand to ten thousand, so please don't doubt me!"
Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said: "Well, let's do this. I want to test you on a random question. If you answer it correctly, I will ask you to be my guide."
The dog demon said confidently: "Ask."
Siming glanced at Ning Jiujiu and wanted to ask for news about the Ghost Emperor, but was stopped silently by Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu asked the blind dog, "Do you know where the largest temple in the city is?"
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