Three thousand world.
Zhao Xiang'er held the handle with both hands, stood up slowly, and pulled out the sword from the back of a demon sparrow. Blood spurted out and the skeleton collapsed. Zhao Xiang'er stepped on the demon sparrow's head and jumped, landing on the ground covered with rock ash. On the battlefield.
When she turned around, the sparrow, whose heads were as big as hers, began to collapse.
The sparrow's name is Ghost Car, with nine heads and nine tails.
Since ancient times, monsters with nine heads or nine tails are all great monsters with powerful dharma. Gui Che has the blood of a demigod and has all the nine tails and nine tails. His strength is close to that of a true god. He once swallowed many river water gods and brought trouble to one side. However, due to his powerful Taoism, no one dared to stop him. Later, he fought a bloody battle with the Moon-Swallowing Heavenly Dog and was eventually bitten to death.
That Tengu shone brilliantly in the subsequent divine war and became the God of Darkness who now rules a country.
Later, this demon bone was obtained by Suzaku and sealed this place.
The black ink feathers on the ghost car began to rot, revealing the thorn-like white bones. In the black air, water spirits condensed and turned into the appearance of Jiangshui Zhengshen. They bowed to Zhao Xianger one by one, and then dissipated into Suzaku. in the world.
The ghost car is like a building that has been burned by fire, gradually losing its support and collapsing.
The walls of air dissipated.
Zhao Xiang'er put her sword into the red umbrella. She held the umbrella and let out a long breath.
On the edge of the red dress, blood kept flowing down, and when it touched the lime, it turned into fire. She stood in the firelight, like a goddess burning herself on fire.
The smoke rising from the ghost car dissipated, Zhao Xiang'er's disordered breathing returned to long, and she continued to move forward.
This ghost car is worthy of being a nine-headed and long-tailed demon sparrow. The bone sparrow in the previous trial cannot be compared with it. But she was not seriously injured.
All this is due to the dream three days ago.
She felt that she was a little ridiculous in the dream, as if her appearance had been three years younger, but her mind had regressed to the age of three. No matter how you look at it, it was just a ridiculous act in a dream, not something she did out of her own mind.
However, the scriptures I read in my dream for three years actually turned into physical and mental benefits.
This benefit was so vast that it would not be an exaggeration to call it a heaven-reaching opportunity. Her magic, swordsmanship, and Taoism all improved further, and her state of the Purple Court reached true perfection. There was even a gold in the Purple Mansion. Dan condensed into a prototype.
She had a hunch that she was only one step away from the true Five Paths, a bloody battle of life and death.
But... Zhao Xiang'er had another thought. If it hadn't been for this dream, he would have either died or been seriously injured in the fight with Gui Che, and would have been unable to fight the next demon king.
Why didn’t my mother let me read this book earlier, and why did she wait until now? What’s the purpose
Zhao Xiang'er stretched out her hands to pull up her hair and tied the ponytail that had become loose due to the battle before. She took off her long skirt, revealing a tight-fitting black outfit.
Zhao Xiang'er wrung out the blood on her skirt and temporarily tied it around her waist. She adjusted her breathing and walked towards the direction of the flames.
The hot flames quickly hit his cheeks.
As the Suzaku Goddess, Zhao Xiang'er felt the burning sensation for the first time.
After walking through the criss-crossed lair of ghost cars, the sea of flames in front of them dissipated, and the hidden high cliffs rose up in sight.
There is a waterfall cascading down the cliff. The waterfall is not water, but a torrent of fire. On the rock wall where the sea of fire splashes, wisps of slender stems grow, holding out thin flowers like candle flakes, covering the entire cliff. The cliff was stained with blood, and under the sea of red flames, what was burned was not firewood, but bones.
The steps leading up are made of bones!
Zhao Xiang'er stepped on the stairs and climbed up.
The girl's clothes are simple, with neat lines like flames. The red dress tied around her waist hangs down, covering her hips and legs, more like a skirt. She held the sword, and in the depths of her pupils, the nine feathers were already like dark flames, ready to leap out of the girl's body at any moment.
She reached the highest point of the cliff, and her vision suddenly widened.
Ahead, the fog is thick and the clouds are deep, and the vastness is spread. In the heavy fog, there are nine red suns rising high. They are like peerless jewels made of flames, hanging high in the sky, blooming brilliantly and uniquely in the world. , the hot and unstoppable jewels.
All the magma flows down from the nine red suns.
The red sun in front of me is dazzling, but the road under my feet is dark. In the light of the fire, the fog gradually dissipated, and a new road was revealed - it was a huge trough, like a collapsed cave, with sword-like weapons inserted into the two walls. Looking closer, they turned out to be feathers.
Zhao Xiang'er walked into it.
At the other end of the mountain road, the chilling wind brought fire flakes. Looking up, you can see the white bones in the sky. The bones are intertwined with teeth and are full of heroic spirit. Even if it lasts for nine days, it cannot be dissipated.
thump!
The heartbeat suddenly sounded.
Zhao Xiang'er touched her heart and found that it was her own heartbeat. A strong ominous premonition came to her heart. This was something she had never felt before during the trial. Ahead, there was a more powerful enemy than Gui Che!
Zhao Xiang'er clenched her sword tightly and walked towards the depths where the flames were surging.
But at this tense moment, many illusory images inexplicably emerged in her mind - she saw the vast golden kingdom, with the vast earth below, the moon level with her, and she wore a golden crown, sitting high on the throne of God. There seemed to be a figure in white sitting next to her, but she couldn't see clearly who it was, but it was very familiar.
She stood side by side with that figure above the infinite light. In front of her was the vast sky with floating stars. As the wind and clouds changed, she saw meteors streaking across the sky and hitting the earth one after another.
The flame tails of these meteors have different colors, some are like fire, some are like water, some are metal fragments, some are dust of earth and wood, and some are pitch black, like the passing night.
They hit the vast land.
Beautiful fireworks bloomed on the earth - they were composed of magma tsunamis and landslides, symbolizing destruction.
Zhao Xianger's heart suddenly tightened and hurt, as if her cherished collection had been wantonly destroyed in front of her face.
This... is this my memory...
Zhao Xiang'er couldn't tell the difference and couldn't break free for a while.
Suddenly, from the fog that had not dispersed ahead, many dark birds flew out in groups. They looked like bats, or like Nine Feathers shrunk countless times, and they rushed towards Zhao Xiang'er like arrows.
"Xiang'er."
When life and death were at stake, a voice suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness.
This was the sound she heard in her dream.
The clear and moving fairy music bought her a moment of clarity.
Zhao Xiang'er bit the tip of her tongue lightly, using the pain to suppress the illusion. When the black birds spread out in groups, she immediately held up an umbrella to block the incoming birds.
The girl's body exerted strength, she ran wildly, and rushed forward. Countless black birds smashed into pieces on the umbrella, and a huge fishy smell hit her nostrils among the corpses. Zhao Xiang'er held her breath and concentrated, and crashed directly into the fog. .
The ground shook.
The fog dissipates, the air walls condense,
There was a loud rumbling sound, and the nine suns in the sky slowly set at varying speeds, gradually forming a huge ring.
Zhao Xiang'er brushed aside the red umbrella.
In the monstrous flames, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw a doomsday scene.
The smoke and dust in front of me covered the sky and the sun. In the smoke and dust, a black shadow a hundred feet high slowly walked from far to near, revealing its true appearance bit by bit.
Zhao Xiang'er saw the long and winding neck and wings covered with emerald feathers. The monster's eyes also lit up in the gray fog, and the dust and fog were instantly dispersed.
Zhao Xiang'er saw its appearance clearly. It was a peacock with a jade-pointed crown. The huge screen was unfolded like a fan, and it was densely covered with radiant feather swords. The original nine days in the sky were embedded in the screen. on, becoming a gem like the sun.
It spreads its wings and hisses loudly, its feather screen vibrates wildly, and its brilliance surpasses anything in the world.
Zhao Xianger stared at it, a feeling of invincibility welling up in her heart.
She guessed its identity.
It is the legendary Peacock King Ming!
In mythology, the Golden-winged Dapeng and the Peacock King came from the same lineage, but they were life-and-death enemies. They fought for thousands of years, until five hundred years ago on the eve of the catastrophe, they had a life-and-death battle. After the decisive battle, the Peacock King was unknown. Some people say it went to the Buddhist Kingdom, some people say it was polluted and became a demon, some people say it has been obliterated by the Lord of God...
Today, she finally saw the true appearance of this sacred bird from the Buddhist Kingdom.
Zhao Xiang'er gritted her silver teeth, dispelling all the fear and depression in her heart. She jumped up from the White Bone Mountain Road, flying hundreds of feet into the air in an instant.
The umbrella sword was unsheathed at the same time, and her figure folded into a bow-shaped silhouette in the sky. The girl screamed, holding a sharp blade, and slashed the head of King Peacock Ming in the air.
This is the last enemy she has seen in the realm of Suzaku.
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Ancient Spirit Sect.
The sky is clear and the air is bright, and the wind and smoke are clear.
The door of Jiuyou Palace slowly opened.
Lu Marion slowly appeared in a snow-clad figure. She walked out of the palace wearing the sword of her previous sect master.
Lu Marian is wearing a smart sword outfit, and her waist-length hair is tied up with a crown. Her face is as cold as a sword, and her posture is as tall and straight as a sword. Her realm slowly advances with her steps, and slowly reaches the peak of harmony.
Ning Xiaoling looked at her master nervously, wagging her tail and paws, cheering her on.
Liu Junzhuo waited outside the door for a long time.
Wearing a close-fitting black and white sword outfit, she leaned on a willow tree, narrowed her sword eyes, stared at the snowy shadow, and said, "Miss Lu has been raising your sword for three days, are you finally ready?"
After they made a three-sword agreement, at Lu Marian's request, Liu Junzhuo allowed her to raise the sword for another three days.
The three-day period has expired, and Lu Marry comes to keep the appointment.
Ning Xiaoling followed behind silently.
"There are countless swords in the palace, why not give one to Mr. Er?" Lu Marian asked.
Liu Junzhuo said, "I'll just break a willow tree and make it into a sword. There's no need to worry about it."
Lu Marian asked: "Is it unlucky to break a willow tree?"
Liu Junzhuo was slightly startled, but then she remembered that her surname was Liu. She smiled casually and said, "I have never been superstitious."
As she said that, she stretched out her hand and pulled a branch from the willow curtain hanging in front of her eyes, leaning into her arms like a fly whisk. When this woman from the sword pavilion was not holding the sword, she actually had a bit of a woman's crown. She said lightly He glanced at Lu Marian and said, "I will fight you three swords, and I won't bully your level. We will finish the fight in three days, so don't force yourself."
Lu Marry nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Er, for your kindness."
With that said, the two of them walked side by side to the battlefield they had agreed upon in advance - Youyue Lake.
At the beginning of spring, the ice and snow of Youyue Lake melted, and the disciples were all attending classes in the wooden hall. The surroundings were deserted, except for the Fish King, who claimed to be the guardian of Youyue Lake, holding a grill and watching with interest.
Since ancient times, women fighting has been the most beautiful scene in the world.
The pattern was thus decided.
On the lake, Lu Jianyou and Liu Junzhuo were walking along the waves, their silhouettes were clear and beautiful, their swords were at war, and the sparkling lake light was illuminated by their silhouettes. On the shore of the lake, Ning Xiaoling and Fish King were sitting, eating skewers and watching a show, without any sense of crisis.
Liu Junzhuo held the thin willow in his hand and pressed Tongtian's cultivation back into his body until it was level with Lu Jieyou.
But her realm is still too high to be described. If she uses all her strength to draw the sword, Lu Jianwen is no match for her at this moment. This is something they all know very well.
Liu Junzhuo wants to take this opportunity to get rid of the haze of losing the sword in the last gambling game, while Lu Jiaojian wants to take this opportunity to sharpen her sword skills.
Both of them get what they need.
Liu Junzhuo slowly lifted up the thin willow tree, like holding a sword, and pointed it at Lu Jianmo.
Lu Marian held the sword in front of her. She looked at the water quietly and made a defensive posture wholeheartedly.
Liu Junzhuo looked at her figure and suddenly asked curiously: "What is your relationship with Zhang Jiu?"
"..." Lu Jiaojiao was confused: "You people in the sword pavilion compete with each other with swords, and you also like to mess with the sword's heart first?"
"Just curious." Liu Junzhuo said: "But your sword heart seems to be really messed up? Tsk... That boy Zhang Jiu is indeed handsome. You, the master, are not only beautiful, but also have an incredible figure. You are even more advanced. Similar... Hey, it’s hard not to let people have wild imaginations.”
Lu Marian's chest rose and fell. She held her sword tightly and said coldly: "You are worrying too much. Please ask Mr. Er to ask less questions and ask more about the sword."
Liu Junzhuo flicked the willow branch and continued: "Miss Lu is so charming to the country and the city, I wonder if she is still a virgin at this moment?"
Lu Marry suddenly raised her head, her expression cold.
"Oh, that's it..." Liu Junzhuo continued to feel sad, "No wonder that day, when I talked about my fourteenth junior sister, your expression suddenly became so low. I didn't understand it at the time, but now it seems that it was this reason... I didn't I think that boy is a master of swordsmanship but is so imprudent in his behavior. As his master, Miss Lu will have no peace day and night, right?"
Liu Junzhuo's words were very quiet, without any sarcasm or ridicule, but his slightly ups and downs of tone caused ripples in Lu Marian's heart.
"Shut up! Is it possible that the sword pavilion cultivates swords or gossip?!" Lu Marian bit her lips and raised her head. She knew that she was falling into some kind of emotional whirlpool, but Liu Junzhuo's words were true and she was inevitably distracted.
Liu Junzhuo smiled and said: "Swordsmen also pay attention to the reputation of the master. As a master, you fall in love with your own disciple and commit yourself to each other. It is really against human ethics. Today, I will punish you for your lack of self-love on behalf of your Guling Sect." The little Sword Immortal has improved the sect’s morale.”
Lu Marian couldn't bear it anymore and sneered: "I wonder how old Miss Liu is, how many years she has been practicing Taoism, and does she have a Taoist partner?"
Liu Junzhuo's expression was slightly stern. It was not that she was offended by Lu Marian's words, but her cold temperament when she was angry was quite similar to the senior sister...
Liu Junzhuo looked indifferent and replied without hesitation: "I have been practicing Taoism for more than three hundred years. I have been walking alone since ancient times. Although I have no Taoist companions, I have a sword by my side and accompany me to see the beauty of the Tao. I never feel lonely, and there is no need to be like Miss Lu. You are truly worthy of your name by entrusting your disciple with an exquisite sword body given by God."
Lu Marian gritted her teeth. She was a little uncomfortable. In the dream, the arrogant Zhao Xianger and Siming did not dare to speak to her like this.
She stared at Liu Junzhuo and asked, "Do you think you have a sword?"
Liu Junzhuo nodded proudly.
Lu Marry smiled and asked, "How dare I ask Mr. Er, where is your sword? Where is it?"
Liu Junzhuo's smile suddenly faded, her expression condensed, and the lake instantly turned to ice under her feet, "Originally, I still cherished my talent and wanted to spare you for two days, but now it seems... I am kind-hearted."
On the shore, Ning Xiaoling was eating grilled fish skewers and asked the Fish King vaguely, "What are the master and the new sister talking about?"
The Fish King shook his head and said: "What else can women quarrel about? It's just about face and figure."
Ning Xiaoling nodded in agreement, then looked at Liu Junzhuo's sudden murderous intention and concluded, "Then it seems that this new sister has lost the argument."
The Fish King watched the changes quietly and said, "But this woman's realm is too high, so it's very difficult."
Ning Xiaoling chewed the grilled fish and asked: "Ting Ting, weren't you a member of the Five Realms before? How close is your cultivation to recovery? If Master is bullied, can you help me?"
The Fish King sighed and said, "How much power can the God of the Netherworld have?"
During the chat, a battle on the lake was about to break out.
Liu Junzhuo raised the willow sword in anger, and all the light in the lake was absorbed by the willow branches, and the sparkling light clung to it. The entire lake turned into a dark mirror in an instant, and in her hand, it seemed like she was holding a round of blazing hot water. The scorching sun.
Lu Marian subconsciously raised her head and looked at her. For a moment, she couldn't even tell which sun was the real sun between the one in Liu Junzhuo's hands and the one in the sky.
This is a mysterious Taoist realm that takes the celestial phenomena as its own. Liu Junzhuo is holding the scorching sun in his hands, and his black and white swords are standing straight. Previously, Lu Married scolded her for gossip. Now, on the soles of her feet, the patterns of the four symbols of gossip spread out with a vengeance. In an instant, Include them all.
Lu Marry's figure suddenly seemed helpless and as small as dust.
Before Ning Xiaoling could react, strong winds had risen on the lake, blowing towards the grain of sand.
It was a solar storm.
The overwhelming light and wind came first. After the light and wind, Liu Junzhuo held an ancient sword, hanging high like the sun, and fell with one sword.
The originally dark lake once again shone brightly.
Lu Marian didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear that her fighting spirit would collapse. She closed her eyes, held her breath and concentrated, catching Liu Junzhuo's sword in the sea of consciousness. Before the sun hit the sky, the strong wind had already pushed her body down a lot from the water, and her skirt The clothes were soaked, and Lu Jianjian had no time to care, and focused on locking the front.
The storm in the sun pressed tightly against her shoulders, which was a sword lock in a sense.
Liu Junzhuo set with the scorching sun. When it set, the sun in her hand and the sun in the sky cleverly merged into one from Lu Jiaou's perspective.
It's like the heaven and earth are pressing down, and the sun is falling into the lake, boiling all of Youyue Lake.
Lu Marion raised her head and opened her eyes, facing the sun.
Her narrow eyes also reflected thousands of sword lights.
The heart of Lu Jianjian's sword is clear.
Although the other party is the second disciple of Jiange, what is there to fear? In the Purple Court Realm, she didn't believe that she would be defeated by anyone with a sword! This is true even if the Sword Master comes in person!
She held the ancient sword in one hand and moved her hand according to her heart. She changed the sword skills hundreds of times. In a dazzling manner, all the skills she had learned throughout her life were displayed like beans poured out of a bamboo tube. On Youyue Lake, Lu Jianyou transformed into countless figures, each figure holding an ancient sword. Swords, each with completely different starting positions.
When Liu Junzhuo's Sword of the Burning Sun approached, hundreds of Lu Jianwen's sword shadows merged into her body.
Ten thousand swords unite.
boom!
Light and darkness kept changing on the water surface. The water of Youyue Lake exploded from the center instantly. The fragments of light were wrapped in the water and swept away in the waves.
The Fish King's grilled fish rack was instantly destroyed. It had no power, and its body was lifted up and smashed into a wooden hall.
Ning Xiaoling held the fish skewer in her mouth and tried her best to resist in the Ziting realm. Deep claw marks were carved on the rock under her feet.
The light fades.
The sky is cloudless.
There was a heavy rain in Gu Ling Sect. In the heavy rain, many fish that were affected and died fell one after another and hit the ground.
Liu Junzhuo floated back to the lake leisurely. She stared at the figure of Lu Marion standing with a sword, and suddenly sighed: "I still underestimated you."
She thought that this woman named Lu Marian might be able to compete with her at her true peak a hundred years later, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other.
Lu Marian's figure shook. Her silver crown was cracked and her long hair was disheveled. Although her face was pale, the sword intent in her eyes had not dissipated.
She was quiet for a while and said very vindictively, "I overestimated you."
Liu Junzhuo's intention of cherishing talents was interrupted instantly, and she said coldly: "There is no need to show off, go back and recuperate. Today is just a test of your skills. A sword strike tomorrow will be several times stronger than today."
Lu Marian said: "You too, take good care of your injuries."
Liu Junzhuo said: "How could I be injured?"
Lu Marian said: "Heartbroken."
Liu Junzhuo took a deep breath. If the promise hadn't come first, she would have really wanted to go up and strike a few blows and beat this junior into submission.
"Wait and see!" She snorted coldly, suppressed her anger, and turned around to leave.
Lu Marian waded through the water and reached the shore. Ning Xiaoling jumped on her shoulders, beat her back and rubbed her shoulders, saying, "Master is so awesome!"
Lu Marion smiled weakly, her body trembled suddenly, and she covered her lips with her hands. When she let go of her hands, Lu Marry's lips and teeth were red, and her palms were stained with blood.
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City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The haze in the sky has not yet dissipated, and the death sound of the man with the sword is still echoing in the sky.
The green lions and white elephants, showing their true colors, galloped wildly through the mountains and forests, shaking the earth.
Although it is cloudy, it is exceptionally sunny today.
The Dapeng Demon Saint with golden feathers stands in the sky, like a golden sun hanging in the air, shining with endless light.
Ning Jiujiu did not hide his secrets. He directly displayed the Shura Golden Body and landed in the valley. He stared coldly at the trajectory of the green lion and the white elephant. His majestic spiritual power was boiling in the sea of air, ready at any time. To cope with their attack.
Above, Siming and the golden-winged roc were still confronting each other.
"Which weapon is this?" Siming stared at the word "Ruyi" on the magic stick and asked in a cold voice.
The golden-winged roc said: "Your origin is indeed extraordinary, and you actually made this thing."
Siming said: "I didn't expect it to be in the City of Ten Thousand Demons."
The golden-winged roc said: "The entire City of Ten Thousand Demons contains the remains of saints, why can't it be here?"
Siming said: "This sacred stick has been wandering for five hundred years, but the Kingdom of God has not pursued it... The sacred weapon is named after its owner. Without the saint, it seems that this sacred weapon is nothing more than a mediocre weapon."
The golden-winged roc said: "Although I can't gain a lot of strength, defeating you is enough."
Si Ming stood with her hands behind her hands and shook her head gently. Her robes fluttered in the wind, like a stagnant cloud.
Neither she nor the Golden-winged Dapeng took the lead, both were looking for weaknesses in the other.
Siming remembered something and suddenly asked out of curiosity: "When you fought with King Peacock Ming, who won and who lost?"
The golden-winged roc held the magic stick and looked at the sky leisurely, recalling: "Back then, we fought all the way from the northern country to the western country, smashed more than a thousand mountains, penetrated several lakes and seas, and fought for three months in a row, regardless of the outcome."
"Huh?" Siming was confused and asked, "Then why are you alone now?"
The golden-winged roc said: "Because King Peacock Ming was still defeated, and someone else defeated him."
Siming immediately understood: "Who is it?"
The golden-winged roc smiled and said, "It is the Suzaku God."
Siming frowned slightly and said, "You have revealed the secret."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder struck towards the golden-winged roc with the potential to destroy everything.
If it were in the past, even if the Golden-winged Dapeng was a master of Taoism, he would still be wary of heaven's punishment.
But he was motionless at the moment, just raising the stick and swinging it away.
The thunder of divine punishment fell on the stick, and the Ruyi Divine Stick only stirred up a few arcs of electricity, but remained unscathed.
The golden-winged roc looked at the magic needle iron with thunder and lightning, and suddenly laughed, saying: "You have no eyesight, and you recognize this thing in vain, but you don't know how many magical powers it has? The saint held it at the beginning, but he could sweep away the immortal court. Shattered into pieces, thousands of bones turned into ashes... Well, if that young man can hand over the Golden Crow, I will make an exception and let you leave with your sword, otherwise, this City of Ten Thousand Demons will be the burial place of the two of you."
"Golden Crow?" Siming smiled faintly and said quietly: "That's my thing, but it's not your turn to touch it."
She raised her sleeves at will, and ten fairy swords were instantly formed.
Of course she knew how powerful the saint was.
When the saint was still in the Kingdom of God, even a being like Quanfu did not dare to provoke it.
Because the saint is the only one among the twelve divine masters who can truly enter and exit the kingdom of God freely, even Suzaku, who has the authority of the 'world', is beyond his reach.
The golden-winged roc glanced at Ning Jiujiu and said to Siming: "I didn't expect that a person like you would be killed by the word love?"
Siming was too lazy to respond and just said: "Thirteen thousand five hundred kilograms... In my eyes, this weight is not enough!"
The golden-winged roc's eyes were cold, "I hope you can still talk like this when you are about to die."
In the lingering sound of the words, the golden-winged roc raised the magic stick and swung it down in the air. In an instant, the thunder and lightning accumulated in the iron rod was like thousands of horses galloping into the air. It opened its bloody mouth like a savage beast and pounced on the silver-haired woman in magic clothes.
This battle of demigods at the pinnacle of the Five Paths truly began in the sky above Ten Thousand Demons City.