I... How come I have such a dream
Zhao Xiang'er opened her eyes. She raised her left hand slightly, picked up a strand of hair on her right cheek, gently pinched it and passed it over her lips. She opened her thin and upturned lips slightly, and held the hair between her lips. She persisted in red The Umbrella Sword slowly supported her body, and the wind knife blowing from the front pressed against her skirt. Her cold cheeks were sickly white, but her expression was as cold as frost.
Previously, she dreamed that she was in a Taoist temple. The buildings and mountains behind her were undulating in darkness. In front of her was a scene of moonlight like water, with a round ice shadow hanging in the sky like a perfect circle, very close at hand.
She followed her mind and walked out of the observation.
She vaguely felt that someone was following her, but she didn't look back.
She looked at the moon, drew out her sword, and her subconscious told her that this was the day of ascension. Because she was in a dream, her consciousness was chaotic, and she did not have any doubts, so she obeyed her will, soared away with her sword, and ran towards the bright moon. Looking at the moon, I vaguely felt that someone in the moon was talking to me, but I couldn't hear it clearly.
Then she woke up.
What a simple and weird dream... Zhao Xianger's tense heartstrings gradually relaxed, her lips moved, and the black hair fell back from her red lips, revealing tiny porcelain white teeth. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the girl's eyes gradually opened.
It must have been that he was too tired from the trial, so he just fell asleep with his sword in hand.
She didn't sleep for long and immediately cheered up. She stared at the blazing fire in the sky and the majestic sword-like bones beneath her feet. She sighed, pulled out her sword, and walked forward along the path of bones between the blazing fire.
The injuries on her body had not healed, and blood dripped down the red dress and onto the ground, dotting the bones with red.
This trial lasts for one month.
She must kill all the demons and ghosts in this trial field within a month, plunge them back into the abyss of fire, and burn them to bones. Otherwise, this trial will have to end in failure.
The blood on the umbrella sword gradually dripped away, revealing the smooth surface of the rapier.
Ahead, in the center of an open fire field, a fossil-like giant egg shook. With the arrival of Zhao Xianger, the fossil-like egg broke open and cracked. One was covered with bone spurs, and its chest, wings, and crown were all burning with flames. A big white bone bird flew out from it, one of its wings was cut off.
As soon as it soared, the world around it began to shake, and countless flames twisted and flew towards it. Between the broken wings of the white-bone bird, a thick arm grew out, and the flying flames were in its palm. Focusing on the blade, it held the knife, opened its long beak, and roared loudly at Zhao Xiang'er.
Around the fire scene, the space condenses into a wall that can only be broken by the five realms. When Zhao Xiang'er steps into it, there is no way to retreat.
Her fingers were flying, and the slender sword was like a fire butterfly dancing on her fingertips.
She forgot about the bizarre dream she had just had. She held the red umbrella with her backhand and threw it violently, spinning and hitting the big bird. At the same time, she held the sword with both hands, and after a lunge, she leaped up and slashed the sky. The brilliance of the sea bloomed on the blade of the sword. Zhao Xiang'er gave a clear scolding sound and chopped down on the head of the giant white-bone bird.
The giant bird blocked it with a sword. Its wings are swirling with fire, its long beak is open and its sharp teeth are intertwined, and it angrily screams at the intruders with soul-rending screams.
The fire of battle surged across the sky like a huge boat.
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Ning Changjiu and Siming stopped near the demon city on the top of the mountain. The walls there are painted with 'white bone statues'. The white bone statues are made from precious ink ground from animal bones and mixed with the blood of ancient gods. The things painted will not fade for thousands of years.
"This is just a Shang bird. When there was a tyrant in the Shang Kingdom, demons and disasters occurred frequently among the people. This bird took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of humans for food. Later, when an old Taoist priest subdued the demon, one of its wings was cut off. From then on, the Shang bird was nowhere to be found. Later, it obtained an ancient divine ape bone and attached it to its body with its arm." Siming introduced as he looked at the bird on the white bone statue.
"Shang Que..." Ning Jiujiu nodded gently and glanced across the long mountain road portraits. The portraits were full of strange-shaped birds. They all looked ferocious and ferocious, and they all looked like monster birds that were causing harm to the world.
Siming gave a brief interpretation of some of the famous birds.
At the ends of the mountain roads at both ends, the scenes changed, and those dark and terrifying birds disappeared. At the end of one side, there was a roc with extremely long feathers, covered in dense armor, and wings burning with golden fire. At the end of the other side, It is a peacock with an emerald green crown and feathers like clouds. The peacock screen is wide open, and the feathers between the screens are all peerless swords.
The two birds looked down at the sparrows below with indifferent expressions.
"This is the Golden-winged Dapeng and the Peacock King." Siming said calmly: "It is said that the demon birds in ancient times were swallowed by the Golden-winged Dapeng and the Peacock King to refine the demon skills. Between these two magical birds, There was another battle that shocked the world, with the outcome unknown. Many years later, the Golden-winged Dapeng reappeared, but the Peacock King was still missing."
"The golden-winged roc..." Ning Jiujiu repeated in a low voice and asked: "The legendary sky-swallowing roc that feeds on dragons?"
"Yes." Siming nodded and said, "The Golden-winged Dapeng is very powerful. It is said that it and the Peacock King are both birds that obtained the power of the Huanghe River that was left behind when the Dragon Bird of the Huanghe River reborn as the Suzaku."
"That's it." Ning Jiujiu nodded and asked: "What about the three-legged Golden Crow? How strong is the Golden Crow compared to it?"
"Ha." Siming sneered and said, "Do I need to say more? Take it out yourself and compare it with the portrait. Wouldn't it be a judgment call?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm asking about it... at its peak."
"The Golden Crow was certainly powerful at its peak, otherwise it would not have been able to nearly occupy the sun, even though it was not the real sun." Si Ming's eyes were dark and he smiled and said: "Alas, the glory is in the past. What a magical bird. Why does it look like this when it comes into your hands? Or... is it a natural fit for you?"
Ning Jiujiu narrowed his eyes, looked at her with the same smile, and said: "Whether the contract is suitable or not, it is up to the priest to decide. Do you want to try it tonight?"
Siming's smile suddenly faded. She took off the demon fox mask and covered her face. She changed the topic and said coldly: "The mountain gate is in front of you. Follow the rules and don't always cause trouble!"
The two of them passed the white bone statues of Dapeng and Peacock and reached the top of Shituo Mountain. There were no decent houses on the top of Shituo Mountain, but there were countless caves at the mountain gates. Those caves were crowded on the mountain top and looked dark, like coal. From time to time, monsters wearing animal skins would walk in and out of the caves, holding weapons.
"Who is coming? Tell me your name!" Two monsters with weapons surrounded them, their weapons and halberds intertwined, blocking their way.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm here to find the monster."
"Looking for a demon? What kind of demon are you looking for?" The little demon looked at the mask on the black-robed woman's face and said, "There is no fox demon here!"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm here to see your king."
"Your Majesty?" The two monsters holding weapons looked at each other, laughed, and said, "Dreaming! How can you see your Majesty when you meet?"
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"Your Majesty, this... this guest is here to see you. I couldn't dissuade you, so I had to lead the way." The little goblin said obediently.
A white elephant demon sat tall and tall in the cave, surrounded by weapons. Those weapons were not swords, axes or the like, but heavy blunt weapons.
The White Elephant Demon is a great demon at the peak of the Purple Garden Realm. It has guarded Shituo Mountain for many years and has not seen any visitors for a long time.
It looked at Ning Changjiu, and then looked at the woman in black robe, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"I know, please step back first." The white elephant demon shook his nose at the little demon.
After the little goblin left, the white elephant demon stood up and looked at them, saying: "You two have come all the way, what are you doing?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "We are admirers of the saint and want to know about the saint's deeds."
The white elephant demon's expression suddenly became much kinder, and he said: "I see, I thought I was here to cause trouble. The two of you are highly skilled in Taoism and admire the saints, so they can be considered friends of my demon clan. It's just today." We were in such a hurry that we didn’t have time to host a banquet.”
"Don't bother." Ning Jiujiu smiled kindly and said, "I have long heard that the White Elephant General of Shituo Mountain has powerful magic and majestic demeanor. It is indeed extraordinary when I see him today."
"That's ridiculous." Bai Xiangliao led them to sit down, looked at the woman wearing the fox demon mask, and asked: "This is..."
Siming said calmly: "I am his master."
The White Elephant Demon had no doubts, because it felt the aura in the opponent's body that far surpassed that of Zi Ting. This was also the reason why he treated the uninvited guests so politely.
Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to temporarily take over the identity of this slave.
The white elephant demon said: "When the saint was born, I was still a little boy, and my Taoism was not as good as it is now. I really don't deserve the title of demon king..."
As it spoke, it recalled some past events of the past, but the white elephant back then had not yet become a spirit. It was one of the war machines in the battle with the ancient gods. It ran rampant in the military formation and disrupted the opponent's formation. It was considered a giant elephant that had experienced hundreds of battles, and had gained a great reputation, but it was still far from being able to meet the saint himself, so it only told some sideways stories.
Ning listened quietly for a long time. He didn't really care about what Bai Xiang said. He just smiled and nodded in agreement. When he asked questions about saints, he mainly wanted to get close, so that he could easily ask about the secrets of the City of Ten Thousand Demons that he wanted to know. Otherwise, if he used force to ask questions, it would not only appear abrupt, but might also cause trouble.
After the White Elephant Demon finished telling what he knew about the saint, Ning Changjiu thanked him a few times, and then asked casually: "When I looked at the mountain road, the Dapeng and Peacock on the two sides of the painting were so lifelike and touching, I don't know what they are. What do you mean?"
The white elephant demon thought for a while and explained: "The golden-winged roc is my third brother. When it was at its weakest, he was saved by me and the green lion brother. However, the third brother's Taoism is far superior to that of me and the eldest brother. .”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What about the peacock?"
The white elephant demon said: "That peacock is the lifelong enemy of the third brother. Although the peacock was nowhere to be seen after that fierce battle, the third brother had a deep sympathy for it. Not only did he paint a picture of the bones, but he also painted it on the mountain. Made a peacock statue.”
"That's it." Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "Thank you Demon King for clarifying the confusion, oh, by the way..."
Ning Changjiu said, took out the fortune teller from his sleeve, handed it to the white elephant demon, and said, "On my way here just now, I met a little fortune-telling monkey at the foot of the mountain. I asked for the fortune teller, but because of My eye sockets are shallow and I can’t understand clearly, so I hope the Demon King can help me clear up my confusion.”
The white elephant demon took the slender signature and said with a frown: "These magic sticks have come and gone, and they can't catch them all. There is no need to take this kind of thing seriously."
As it spoke, it looked at the two lines of words on the signature and wrinkled its trunk.
"Want to live forever and ask for the White Deer. For immortality, ask for the Jade Toad? White Deer... Long life and boundless..."
The white elephant demon suddenly laughed and said: "This signature is a mistake."
"What should I say?" Ning Jiujiu asked immediately.
The White Elephant Demon said: "There is a White Deer Demon on the Biqiu Peak, and I have been acquainted with it for a long time. It has been asking for a long life all day long, and it actually complied with this sign."
"Biqiu Peak?" Ning Jiujiu asked: "How does this White Deer Demon King wish to live forever?"
The white elephant demon said: "There is a sacred tree under the Bhikkhu Peak. The sacred tree is almost dead, but it will still bear a holy fruit every few months. It is said that if you gather 1,110 holy fruits, you can get the gift of immortality." It's strong. What do you two want to do by asking this?"
The white elephant demon became alert.
Ning Jiujiu cupped his hands and said with a smile: "We are just visiting the City of Ten Thousand Demons. We are thinking that if this city is robbed one day, we can also record the deeds of the demon king here, compile them into a book, and spread them to the world."
Siming on the side calmly agreed.
The white elephant demon suddenly realized it and said: "So that's it, that's it."
The two chatted for a while, and they were very speculative. When Ning Jiujiu chatted with it about some things about the reincarnation of demons and ghosts, he asked: "I heard outside that there is a famous ghost king demon here. I have admired him for a long time, and I don't know where he lives." Which peak is it on?"
The white elephant demon asked in confusion: "Where did the Ghost King come from in the City of Ten Thousand Demons?"
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The two came down from Shituo Mountain and walked the mountain road again.
"I've been asking for so long, but I still haven't gotten any results." Siming complained slightly in his voice.
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is also expected. Alas, no matter what, I know the location of the white deer."
"Haha, do you really believe this signature?" Siming smiled and said, "You are so sick that you need to seek medical treatment in a hurry?"
Ning Changjiu pressed his fingers on the signature and said, "I'm just a little in awe of the destiny."
Siming didn't say a word about this and just said: "According to what is drawn on the map, Bhikkhu Peak is still a long way from here, so there is no need to go straight for a broken sign."
"Well, just fine-tune the original route. We will search for each peak one by one. From here on, we will have Wuji, Chechi, Zhuzi, daughter and then Bhikkhu." Ning Jiujiu said.
Siming smiled and said, "I think you mainly want to go to Nvnu Mountain, right?"
Ning Changjiu also smiled: "The way Miss Si claimed to be the master earlier was really majestic."
"You...what do you want to do again?" Under the fox demon mask, Si Ming's vigilant eyes were full of fear.
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On the lion's hump, the white elephant demon came to the hole in the wall. It stretched out its hand and pulled out the wood blocking the hole. After a while, a yellow bird chirped and pounced over.
The White Elephant Demon stretched out his hand and stuffed a small roll of paper into the oriole's beak. It said a demonic saying in its mouth: "Give the White Deer the longevity star."
The oriole responded, fluttering its wings and flew away.
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Ning Changjiu and Siming followed the original route and searched for one peak after another.
At Wuji Peak, Ning Changjiu saw a green-haired lion, but it didn't recognize the bell or the nine heads. But when Ning Jiujiu asked if there were nine lions, the green-haired lion was shocked and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you looking for the Jiuling Yuansheng Master?"
Ning Jiujiu explained the old story of the bell, and the green-haired lion calmed down a little, and said: "The master has passed away long ago... Well, he is in retreat in the deepest part of Ten Thousand Monsters City. Not to mention outsiders like you, even I am not qualified to enter. This The bell doesn’t seem to be an important thing, but don’t go into that forbidden area because of it.”
Ning Jiujiu nodded, he put away the bell, remembered the name of Jiuling Yuansheng, and then went to the next hill with Siming.
Chechi Peak is a gathering of three peaks. The peak is carved into the shape of three demon heads, namely tiger, deer and sheep. They all call themselves national masters. When they work together, they have the strength of the five realms. On weekdays, Each of them holds a share of authority and is guarded in three mountains respectively.
Ning Jiujiu did not waste time visiting them one by one. He only asked Siming to explore and see if there were any traces of Ming Lord's authority on the peak. Siming failed to sense it, so the two of them went to the next mountain.
The Demon King of Zhuzi Mountain is a golden-haired beast that moves like a horse, has scales, and can spit out golden flames from its mouth.
This mountain is half populated by humans and monsters, and the living environment is much better than the previous peaks they passed. At this time, twilight shrouded the mountain peaks in the setting sun, and the statue of the golden retriever seemed to be on fire, reflecting thousands of feet of light.
Siming glanced at the statue of the Demon King, then looked down at the entire Demon City and said, "Let's stay here tonight."
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement.
The two of them found a human-run inn to stay in. This inn was much more spacious and bright, with all the furniture and furnishings available.
Siming stretched his body lazily and said: "The legendary City of Ten Thousand Demons is similar to the human race's cultivation sects. They are both built on high peaks, gathering the essence of the sun and the moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It's just that the objects of cultivation are replaced by humans. Just a demon."
Ning Jiujiu looked at her figure bathing in the sunset and said, "Now this purple peak is even more radiant."
Siming chuckled lightly, turned around, looked at him with squinted eyes, and said, "Although what you said is true, your flattery really makes people unhappy."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then why are you laughing?"
Siming's raised lips immediately smoothed away. She shook her sleeves and closed the window. The sunlight turned into grids, reflecting on her face.
"Stop talking nonsense." Siming said quietly, walked to the mirror and said, "comb my hair for me."
Ning did not refuse for a long time. He took the wooden comb handed over by Siming and carefully combed her hair vertically to her ankles.
After combing his hair, Ning Jiujiu felt thirsty. He took a fruit from the fruit plate and peeled it. When he was about to eat it, Siming snatched it away and took a bite.
"Why are you grabbing everything?" Ning Jiujiu was very angry.
Si Ming bit into the sweet fruit and said, "Didn't you say that I am a robber? You also said that I am a robber and everyone recommends me."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then how about I eliminate harm for the people tonight?"
However, Siming had already chewed the fruit and walked to the bedside. He took out the red thread and pulled it, dividing the bed into half territories.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Si Ming's curve when he bent down to pick up the quilt, and silently averted his eyes, condoning her gangster behavior, and silently picked up a new fruit and peeled it. He weakly cursed: "I hope you make one tonight." Sweet dreams.”
"I accept your good words." Siming said calmly, not taking it seriously.
Ning Jiujiu's words came true, and Siming did have a strangely good dream tonight. This dream actually seemed like a continuation of the last nightmare.
She saw her back in the moon again.
Siming was hesitating whether to use his sword to kill the inner demon, but he saw the figure from behind turning around first and shaking off thousands of sword shadows.
There seemed to be a heavy snowfall on the long river formed by the moonlight.
Every snowflake is the meaning of the sword.
Siming slowly raised his head and looked at the majestic snow with a shocked expression.
She recognized these sword intentions—this was her sword!
But some details seem to be different.
She stared at these details, looked at them carefully, the light in her eyes was changing, and she marveled at the mystery of the sword moves.
She originally thought that her Taoist skills were already outstanding, and this set of her unique swordsmanship was as perfect as hers. Even the most picky swordsman masters in history could not find any problems.
But... In her dream tonight, she saw something almost miraculous.
"It's so beautiful..." Siming said sincerely.
She was immersed in the heavy snow, letting the snow fall on her shoulders, soaked in the cold, but remained motionless, admiring the snow.
What a miracle this is... She looked at it for a long time and gradually shed tears.
After a long time, the snow finally stopped, and she was covered in snowflakes and became a snowman.
It was only midnight when Siming woke up.
She sat up from her bed and recalled the previous dream... Such a dream was too real... Strong emotions surged in her heart. She recalled those sword moves and found that they were not hallucinations in the dream, but Something truly, absolutely perfect...
This... what on earth is going on? !
Si Ming was ecstatic but also fearful.
Someone who can perfect sword moves to this point is definitely a being at the level of the Lord of the Kingdom of God. Could it be... Could it be that Bai Zangtuo dreamed of using me as a pawn
No, that's not right!
Siming lowered his head, thinking about the figure with black hair and white clothes. That woman's dream... is even more wrong! She and I are clearly sworn enemies!
Siming's eyes lit up and he thought of another possibility - this was his own realization!
Maybe over the years, I have subconsciously noticed the flaws in the sword moves, but it was only today that I finally understood them and realized them through dreams! Since this is the case... Si Ming's heart is even hotter. If this is the case, doesn't it just show that he has the potential to become the Lord of the Kingdom of God!
Is this the true guide of destiny? Am I... finally going to break through my own bottleneck
Siming suddenly woke up, and the burning emotions ran through her limbs, making it difficult for her to fall asleep again.
"What's wrong?" Ning Jiujiu hadn't fallen asleep yet, looking at the woman who suddenly woke up, and asked.
But he saw Siming's eyes changing when he looked at him. His smile was shallow, but full of confidence and pride. Generally speaking, this kind of look would only appear when Siming threatened to take revenge on him in the future.
Ning Changjiu was confused.
I saw Siming getting up and putting on his clothes, walking slowly to the ground, walking gracefully, and speaking softly: "You go to sleep first, I will practice my sword for a while, so I won't disturb you."
"Don't be too tired." Ning Jiujiu said with concern, and then he also became sleepy and fell asleep slowly.
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In the Three Thousand Worlds, Zhao Xiang'er pulled out his umbrella sword from the back of the white-bone bird. As the umbrella sword was pulled out, the flames of the huge white-bone bird went out, and the bones collapsed and turned into ashes. On the ground, swallowed by the blade in its hand.
The walls formed by the surrounding air shattered.
"It's really hard to kill..."
Zhao Xianger breathed a sigh of relief, her red dress swaying alone, holding the sword, hanging her head, her chest heaving, she slowly knelt down on the ground, looking at the shadow of her cheek on the sword blade, feeling exhausted and weak pour into the body.
She did not rush to the next demon, but crossed her slender legs, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, rested her forehead on the back of her hands, and rested for a while.
Unknowingly, she also fell asleep.
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