The sea of clouds is another sky.
The two worlds separated by this sky glow with completely different colors.
Above the dark clouds, the golden-winged Dapeng's national map of the Great Sun Buddha has been spread out. In the brilliant and brilliant brilliance, one after another golden Buddhas of gods and demons come out of the scroll, either with a battle-armored butcher's knife, a ferocious face, or a cassocked Zen staff, The treasures are solemn, they are like soul swallowers breaking out of the sea of ruins, but they are coated with golden light and their majesty is inviolable.
There are nine gods and demons in total, each of them is a famous god in the ancient times. Later, during the battle between gods, the golden-winged roc cultivated the strongest group of ancient demons and gained the power to swallow these gods. , the golden-armored puppet was refined into a divine scroll and used for his own use.
Above the Buddhist scroll, nine golden holy swords were opened like a peacock, and the vast golden brilliance took away the light of the world, and even lit up the dark sea of clouds below.
The silver moonlight covering it was swallowed up by the golden light in the blink of an eye.
If the sea of clouds were thousands of troops summoned by Si Ming, then these thousands of troops must be burdened with countless sins. They were writhing in the golden flames, like unforgiven people who were being punished, and howled in pain.
The nine gods and demons raised their hands, each holding a Yanghuang Cangyu Sword, each forming a unique sword frame, like a dance of monster and majesty.
But compared with the golden-winged Dapeng's Dharma, Heaven, Elephant and Earth, these still seem small, just like the Arhats under the command of Buddha.
The golden-winged roc and his Dharma minister raised their hands at the same time and struck down towards where Si Ming was.
Siming's black-robed figure was as dim as dust in the golden light.
But her expression was still cold, and her ice eyes were still calm.
Under the black robe, the silver tattoos were bright and slenderly outlined along the robe, like the complicated patterns on the robe. In front of her, the sundial expanded rapidly as soon as it appeared. The pattern on the sundial is like a spreading rose flower, and the silver lines add to the divine beauty when illuminated by golden light.
If the golden divine kingdom on the sea of clouds were a lit candle, then Si Ming would be the shadow of the candle itself. No matter how bright the candle was, it would not be able to swallow up this disharmonious black shadow.
The giant claws of the golden-winged roc were knocked down, and the nine Yanghuang Cangyu swords were held high by the gods and demons and fell at the same time.
This was the move that nearly killed King Peacock Ming.
It is also one of the sources of his name as Demon Saint.
Siming was not sure that she could take the sword, but she was not afraid at all. She was not a porcelain doll. Her beauty came from the divine fire burning day and night. These flames were accumulated in her bones, and she was no less powerful than this Buddha. The national divine fire is boiling hot.
When the golden flames of the sky rolled down with sword light, Si Ming's time authority was fully activated.
The realm of time unfolded, and the whole world seemed to be trapped in the quagmire of time, filled with invisible media, and even the light slowed down.
Only Si Ming's figure still maintained a high speed.
Her hand suddenly clenched, with the palm as the center, the hurricane swirled and gathered, condensing into a sword of nothingness, the sword light was like a blue flame, jumping manically and uneasily, Si Ming's words were as cold as ice in the sea of clouds and the Kingdom of Jin He replied with a deafening tone: "You mortals, you have not known the majesty of heaven for five hundred years, and you have been arrogant. Today, I will let you see the true authority over all living beings!"
This half-sundial locks time in the entire realm.
She had never actually summoned the sundial in the past because it was of great importance and she was afraid of attracting Bai Zang's covetous attention.
But now that the situation was urgent, the golden-winged roc was already seriously injured, and she had to beat the opponent completely until he could no longer fight.
Si Ming held Guangfengyanlang in his palm, straightened his figure, and angrily thrust his sword directly into the giant palm of the golden-winged roc Fa Tianxiangdi. The advancement of the giant palm was completely blocked. After a while, the cracks that appeared on the back of the palm collapsed. In several rays of golden light, Siming's figure rushed out.
The giant palm of the statue shattered behind him, and Siming's figure rose straight into the air. The sword in his hand rotated at high speed, and the sword wind carried golden debris and directly hit the center of the statue.
The explosion sounded again.
The almost motionless Faxiang was pierced through the center, and debris fell down like quicksand. Siming held his sword and smashed through the golden body. He paused for a moment on Dapeng's back, then his body sank slightly, and he jumped up with the sword at his side. Burning, she dragged her long flame tail and slashed directly at the nine gods and demons across the sky.
All the gods and demons were staring at her, each with an angry look, but time was temporarily locked by the sundial, and they were unable to defend herself.
Above the sea of clouds, Si Ming's arrow-like figure soaring into the sky hovered in front of the first golden body. A round and full arc suddenly lit up, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The silver glow cut down the sky and sea like a sword, pushing away the clouds and dividing the waves, as if it were a virtual reality. Solid, as straight as curved, along a sharp trajectory, striking at the golden body like thunder.
What it slashes towards is not the golden body, but the entire space.
Where the Siming Sword fell, time stopped, and the space where the golden body was located was directly cut into two pieces. Under the sword light, the nine gods and demons seemed to have their upper bodies in the air and their lower bodies soaked in the water. The light in the water was refracted. causing their bodies to become dislocated.
But this is not an illusion of refraction, but a real dislocation.
The silver light briefly overwhelmed the golden light.
Si Ming hung in the air, his murderous figure like a burning night.
She made a secret in the air, her silver hair danced wildly, and virtual swords formed at her side in an instant. They looked like they were made of glass crystal, but were dyed with an unstoppable edge.
The nine gods and demons have not yet collapsed, the brilliance of the Yang Phoenix Cangyu sword is still there, and the map of the Great Sun Buddha country is still shining brightly.
Everything above the clouds fell into Siming's eyes and instantly became cold.
This was the moment when her fighting spirit burned the most intensely since she left the Broken Boundary City.
Siming held the ancient storm sword, slowly raised it diagonally, and then suddenly threw it out.
The sword of the storm lost the traction of her hand, and instantly collapsed, turning into violent winds, like tornadoes, raging between the gods and demons, flowing with the power to destroy everything, and tore away the golden bodies of the gods and demons. Thousands of cuts were made, and countless pieces were chopped off.
Siming's figure flashed and shook like thunder again.
She raised her head and shuttled through the strong wind. Her figure seemed to be smaller than the golden body, but wherever she passed, the golden body was broken into pieces and everything turned into ashes.
There were tremors in the sky, and Siming's figure had passed by the nine golden bodies of gods and demons.
Behind her, the ancient general lost his arm, the devil lost his horn, the old monk lost his neck, the goddess lost his face, the wooden ghost lost his roots, the immortal had his mouth broken, the Buddha lost his ears, the emperor lost his crown, and the golden body of the Arhat lost its luster!
The nine gods and demons were damaged to varying degrees, and the nine-handled Yanghuang Cangyu Sword directly turned into a broken sword.
The strongest of the nine golden bodies, Si Ming hovered, his right arm raised high, and thousands of hurricanes gathered in the palm of his hand again.
The strong wind turned into white air waves and flew back together. Wherever it touched the golden body, the golden dust blew and shattered like fireworks. The nine statues penetrated again several times, like mountains riddled with holes, and finally began to slow down. collapse.
There are also obvious cracks on the map of Mahavairocana.
Si Ming's beautiful face was slightly pale due to excessive spiritual energy consumption, but her fighting spirit had truly reached its peak.
The true form of the golden-winged roc is right in front of you.
The sundial is shaking, as if it can no longer support this huge realm of time and will collapse at any time.
But it was enough for her to make the final blow.
Amidst the thunder, her figure disappeared.
The silver patterns in the divine robe were dazzling, plating the sword in her hand into silver.
The final sword was charged and fell.
The golden-winged roc was aware of it, but he couldn't break away from the quagmire of time. Although his movements were relatively fast, in Siming's eyes, they were no different from stillness.
Hundreds of virtual swords that had been accumulated for a long time were chopped down at the same time.
This sword was enough to seriously injure the golden-winged roc.
But Siming still miscalculated one thing - the sundial can trap the golden-winged roc, but it cannot trap the Ruyi black iron magic stick.
It is the holy instrument of the saint. It followed the saint freely in various divine kingdoms, so how could it be trapped by the broken authority of the priest
When the sword light fell, the black iron magic stick stopped in front of the golden-winged roc.
It was like the sound of heavenly seeds ringing, and the sound of impact resounded through the sky.
But the black iron magic stick could only block this sword. Although the power of the other hundred swords was far less than that of the hurricane, they all bypassed the magic stick and shot towards the body of the golden-winged roc like pear blossoms.
The sundial was difficult to maintain, and at the same time it disintegrated, turning into a stream of light and drilling back into Si Ming's body.
The roar of the golden-winged roc in pain resounded throughout the sky.
He grasped the stick suddenly, poured all his strength into it, and flicked away Si Ming again.
Thousands of swords have washed over his body. Even though he is made of steel and iron, he is inevitably scarred. There are countless bloody holes on his outstretched wings. The wounds between the shoulders and back are cracked and the bones are visible. The hand holding the stick has been stripped of flesh and blood. Almost only a bone remains.
Although the recovery ability of the monster's body is powerful, during the battle, he had no time to care about his wounds. If it weren't for the magic stick, his heart would have been pierced by this sword.
Stagnant time... Isn't this a power that exists only in myths and legends and overrides all major elements? Why does this woman have it
The golden-winged roc stared at her perfect face, feeling increasingly horrified.
"Are you really the priest of the Kingdom of God?" Apart from this, the Golden-winged Dapeng could not think of any other reasonable explanation.
Siming stared at the magic stick, thinking about how to crack it.
"I told you a long time ago." She responded coldly: "Human hawks and dogs walk in the wild and soar in the clouds, and have never seen the real sky... Let that young man go, and I will forgive your crime of disrespect. .”
The appearance of the young man in white immediately appeared in the mind of the golden-winged roc.
What he thought at first was just chance, but now the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong... Golden Crow, weren't the nine Golden Crows who stole power long ago perished? Why is he carrying this thing, and why is there a priest following him
A terrible thought came to mind.
"Is he your king? Your kingdom has collapsed and you are in exile?" the golden-winged roc asked in a cold voice.
No wonder the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons turned the astrolabe hundreds of times and only gave him a 10% chance of winning. How can human power prevail against the true God
Siming just smiled faintly and responded coldly: "My king's master? Ha, is he worthy? I am his master!"
The Buddha Kingdom Map and Cang Yu Sword were all destroyed, and the sea of clouds revealed its original color.
Above, the golden-winged roc is seriously injured, but its will is immortal. The Golden Crow is the path he must take. On the way there, gods will kill gods, Buddhas will kill Buddhas, and all the bloody golden feathers of the golden-winged roc will spread out.
Great Immortal Techniques, Body Out Body, Thousand Movements and Fighting Techniques... He used what he had learned all over the body. He also believed that the other party had also entered a stage of weakness after exerting such god-like power. He fought hard And to kill, to survive in death.
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Below, on the Liusha River, war drums were also beating.
Ning's long-running figure crossed the first quicksand river.
He had been hunted all the way here. He had obviously deliberately concealed his whereabouts, but his route was still clearly seen by those demon kings.
He finally crossed the Liusha River, but before he could truly regain his footing, an attack came again on the river bank.
Several demon kings descended from the sky like magic soldiers and attacked him together, forcing him back step by step. Ning Jiujiu did not choose to attack by force. Instead, he retreated with a ghostly figure and disappeared on the vast river. Those big demons were afraid of being defeated one by one. They did not pursue them deeply, but guarded all the major passes. Fighting alone, they were definitely not Ning Jiujiu's opponent, but once they connected into an iron barrel, they could not easily break through.
In the dark world, heavy rain fell, and in a rocky beach, Ning Jiujiu held his breath and nursed back his injuries. His injuries were not serious, and he recovered quickly with the help of the power of time.
He looked far ahead... The fire was burning continuously in the heavy rain. The big demon in armor stood on a high place, looking out like a sentinel, searching for his traces in the heavy rain.
The water of Liusha River surges behind you.
Ning pondered for a long time, carved a small flying formation in the rocky beach, and then dived into the heavy rain like a fish, running towards the other end of the Liusha River.
He temporarily avoided the eyes and ears of the monsters and sneaked under a large peak, hiding in the bushes. In front of him, all the monsters and trees were patrolling, and they passed by in square formations.
Ning stayed hidden for a long time, waiting for most of the assembly process to pass, and then immediately called out the Golden Crow. The golden light shines through the rain curtain, which is particularly dazzling in the dim world. As soon as this object appeared, it caused an uproar. Huge chaos exploded under the peak. The demon army that had not yet fully gathered was searching for the enemy and was in chaos.
This is where the demon army's defense is relatively weak. Once he appears here, the demon army from the surrounding fortresses will rush to help. At that time, he only needs to reverse the Xiao Fei's formation to return to the rocky beach and break through directly. The already empty main castle.
And on the rocky beach where Ning Changjiu had stopped, a dog demon in black robes groped over in the heavy rain.
It is a monster that specializes in detecting traces. It has low magic power and is blind, but its sense of smell is extremely keen. It was the guide dog Ning Jiujiu met when he first came to the city.
In the era when there was no war, it was a dog demon that made a living by guiding customers. But when the war broke out, it suddenly became the magical dog of the demon army, chasing thousands of miles. Ning Changjiu's whereabouts have been repeatedly discovered before, which is due to its contribution.
It found this place, stared at the small flying formation on the rocky beach and sniffed it for a while. Knowing that it was some kind of formation, it did not hesitate and directly picked up the hammer to destroy it.
At the same time, under the Demon Peak, Ning Jiujiu reversed the flying formation after creating enough chaos.
He returned to the rocky beach and appeared behind the guide dog demon.
He had long guessed that he was being followed by some kind of monster, so he specially drew two formations, one in the open and one hidden in the dark. The guide dog demon only destroyed one of them. He also wanted to take advantage of the situation to find out the monster that had been following him.
Ning looked at it for a long time, slightly surprised. He picked up the knife and slapped it on the back of the neck, knocking it unconscious.
Ning did not stay for a long time, walking close to the ground and sneaking directly towards the stone castle in front.
The demons realized that it was too late to move the tiger away from the mountain. They had no time to defend themselves, but Ning Jiujiu broke through them as if they were walking on flat ground.
After passing this peak, Chechi Peak is in front of you. Chechi Peak has three peaks, all of which are natural dangers in front. The three peaks are all tightly guarded and guarded by three immortals: deer, tiger and sheep. Among them, tiger is the most important. Li Daxian is the most powerful.
Similarly, the Huli Immortal is also the most arrogant. It regards itself as an elite and believes that even if the opponent breaks through the Liusha River, it will start with the two Immortals of Luli and Yangli.
But it never thought that Ning Jiujiu had already come straight to the top of his mountain.
The golden Shura Dharmakaya illuminated the rain clearly. The young man in white cut bamboo into a sword and came directly outside the mountain gate formation. He called the Great Immortal Huli. Such a rude monster was the most unscrupulous. The Immortal Huli quickly walked out wielding a giant axe. , Ning Jiujiu did not save his strength, and a fight broke out, beating it back step by step, and forcibly avoided the mountain-protecting formation.
Ning Jiujiu appeared on the mountain peak of Immortal Huli, and the other two people relaxed their vigilance. Immortal Huli then withdrew from the mountain. Ning Jiujiu reversed the flying formation and came to the mountain road guarded by Immortal Yangli, fighting all the way and rushing over.
He must kill him in one go, otherwise when several five great demons come out after hearing the news, the consequences will be disastrous.
Xiaoling's life is still tied to this sword, and he must take it out of the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
Heavy rain was washing over the entire city, and the clouds were getting lower and lower. If not for the blessing of the big formation, all the major mountain peaks would have been submerged by thunderclouds at this moment. This also shows to some extent the brutality of the divine battle above the sea of clouds.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't clearly see the battle above even if he opened his golden eyes, but his Golden Crow and Siming's Moon Bird were closely connected, and he didn't have any ominous premonition in his heart.
The fighting continues.
In Ning Jiujiu's heart, the Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll completely burned, and the power it gave exceeded his initial expectations. Ning Jiujiu was not sure whether it was drinking poison to quench his thirst. In short, it was not only him, but also the Shura Golden Body in his body. Everything in the path of the blood flow was burned with the ancient scrolls obtained in the dream.
The ancient secrets recorded in those ancient scrolls have also been integrated into flesh and blood.
He rushed over the hills one after another, relying on the small flying formation to move left and right, disrupting the sight and hearing of the demon army.
The second flowing sand river appeared in front of him.
The Liusha River is a river of Ten Thousand Demons in the City of Ten Thousand Demons. It passes through several large peaks and presents a shape similar to a mountain. If Ning Changjiu wants to reach the outer city, he must pass through the Liusha River three times. This was also the reason why the Blue Lion and the White Elephant thought he could not cross the Liusha River.
Once he starts to cross the river, no matter how well-hidden he was before, his figure will be exposed. The peaks around the Liusha River are densely arranged, making it difficult to cross without alerting the snake. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
There are always more difficulties than solutions. Ning Jiujiu has no intention to solve the many problems he faces. Without saying a word, he just uses his strength to defeat all methods. The closer he gets to the outer city, the more powerful he becomes.
He didn't want to back down.
Because he knew that the biggest shortcut for him to get out of the city at this moment was not between the peaks, but within his own body.
He is only one step away from the Five Paths, and he wants to seek breakthroughs through battles one after another. As long as he can step into the Five Paths, all problems will be solved.
There was chaos among the peaks, and the demon kings guarding the peaks all came out to stop this foreign enemy that was charging like a bison and wandering like a bat.
Unknowingly, one day has passed, night has arrived, and the City of Ten Thousand Demons, which was already shrouded in darkness, has become even more pitch black.
Ning Jiujiu did not bother those monster soldiers. Based on the principle of capturing the thief first, he only picked the leaders of each peak to take action.
As night fell, he was still fighting among the various peaks, either roundabout or head-on, with the great monsters guarding the peaks in the Purple Garden Realm. The Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll was continuously burning with power. He relied on the flexibility of the flying formation. Xing fluctuated among the various peaks, and even fought with ease for a time. On the other hand, those demon kings did not dare to neglect for a moment, for fear that Ning Chang would appear behind them like a ghost.
After a day of fighting, Ning Changchun was getting closer and closer to the outer city.
Lightning and thunder flashed across the sky from time to time.
The battle above had obviously not stopped yet. In that fight at the peak of the Five Paths, everything was turbulent, and the dark clouds were split from time to time. Ning Jiujiu used the cracks in the clouds to occasionally spy some traces of the battle above.
Chaotic flames were burning in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but there was no movement at Tianzhu Peak where the four demon kings gathered.
Jiuling Yuansheng was always watching that battle.
He didn't care about the secret of the Golden Crow, and the Yu Lei wasn't really a sacred object to him.
All he cared about was the battle above.
It was past midnight again.
Ning Jiujiu went on a bumpy road. When he raised his head again, the three characters "Qijue Peak" were in front of him.
His white clothes were torn and covered in blood, but his body couldn't help but tremble.
Qijue Peak... This is the last mountain peak close to the outer city.
He actually killed him... Ning Jiujiu himself didn't know how he did it.
But that didn't matter. Since the three bends of Liusha River failed to stop him, it was even more impossible for the outer city to stop him.
He only needs to escape from the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and then send the agreed signal to Siming. At that time, she will directly give up on containing the Dapeng Demon Saint, quickly meet up with him, and escape out of the city together. As long as they reach the outside of the city, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and there is no hope. People can stop it.
On Qijue Cliff, the Mist Demon King was dead. He used the golden crow to kill the ghost mist and climbed onto the cliff.
Ahead, the defenseless outer city is right in front of you.
When Ning Jiujiu was heading to the outer city, he accidentally glanced at the rushing Liusha River behind him. That glance almost made him lose his mind.
To the east of the Liusha River, a burly figure suddenly appeared on the previously unoccupied chaos stall.
The figure had its back to Qijue Peak and did not look tall, but even if it was extremely far apart, Ning Jiujiu could still feel the almost destructive aura on the other person.
The peak of the five paths!
Around the black shadow's head, eight will-o'-the-wisps appeared, all looking like lions.
It is Jiuling Yuansheng.
He walked out of the Tianzhu Peak Demon Temple and arrived outside the Liusha River.
Ning Changjiang's heartstrings were tense.
But the other party's target is not himself.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng stood on the bank of the surging river and raised his head.
His authority is similar to that of the Golden-winged Dapeng, both of which are the power of swallowing the sky inherited from the Taotie lineage.
But unlike the Golden-winged Roc, he has not spoken for a hundred years.
In the eyes of the Kingdom of God, he is a dog whose edges have long been worn away and only wants to protect a city. In the eyes of the golden-winged roc, he is also a stone lion who has cut off his sharp teeth, deprived himself of his magical powers, and knows nothing about anything.
Even if he is a saint, the holy weapon left to him is an umbrella, and he is advised to protect it as his duty.
But he always kept his deepest thoughts deep in his heart.
He never wanted to be an umbrella, he wanted to be a sky filled with wind and rain.
The golden-winged roc often said that he would kill Ke Wenzhou, break through the middle earth, and rescue the saint. But he knew that the Golden-winged Dapeng did not have the mental strength. His limit was to use his body to build a city of ten thousand demons, survive for another hundred years for the demon clan, and then wait for destruction.
Jiuling Yuansheng doesn't want to survive, he is the demon who really wants to break through the middle-earth.
To the east of the Liusha River, he did not open the sacred iron umbrella, but only carried it on his back.
There is a method in Buddhism, which is called closed-mouth meditation. Chew the tongue and swallow it into the belly. After a few decades, you can open your mouth and the Buddha's voice will be powerful and immeasurable.
And he hadn't swallowed anything in a hundred years.
The nine lion heads have been hungry for a hundred years. Once they open their mouths, what kind of power will they be capable of swallowing up the sky and the earth
He doesn't know it himself.
He stood by the Liusha River, roaring like a lion in front of the thundering clouds.