The waves of the Liusha River lapped at the shore, making a thunderous roar.
In Ning Jiujiu's eyes, the world filled with heavy rain began to truly become agitated the moment the Nine Spirits Yuansheng appeared.
The sand river surged, the big trees swayed, and under the dark thunderclouds, the whole world was like a constantly twisting lightning, calling for the arrival of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
In Ning Changjiu's heart, the golden crow's alarm sounded, making his heart tremble.
The ominous premonition spread like darkness. He stared at the big demon and wanted to stop it, but they were still far apart at the moment. With his state, there was nothing he could do.
The lion's nine heads were raised in unison.
Behind Ning Changjiu, the outer city was close at hand, but without any hesitation, he turned around and headed towards the Liusha River, even if the mantis' arm was used as a cart.
In the sky, the two people who were still fighting hard were also keenly aware of the crisis below.
After a series of hard battles till now, even though the two of them are at the peak of the five spiritual powers, they still find it difficult to withstand the exhaustion of such a desperate fight.
The depletion of spiritual power is secondary. After all, the spiritual power from thousands of miles around is constantly surging towards here. They are like swords, handed into the hands of the decisive battle, inexhaustible and inexhaustible. . But in a fierce battle, the recovery of injuries is slow. Old injuries are not healed and new ones are added. No matter how powerful the body of a god is, it will be worn down sooner or later.
After the sundial was activated, Si Ming had the upper hand throughout the whole process, but the golden-winged roc also used strange tricks one after another and displayed its divine power. Coupled with the sky-reaching power of the Ruyi Black Iron Magic Stick, he was never really defeated.
The hurricane sword in Siming's hand had long since dissipated. In order to make a quick decision, she directly refined the thunder pulp in the cloud into a sword and held it in her palm. The sword is made of golden bones, covered with purple electricity and blue frost, and emits the hissing sound of electric current vibration.
It is a tyrant's blade. Although it is not as flexible as the wind blade, it is more powerful and pure.
In the sky, the two people stood opposite each other. When they wanted to fight again, the dark clouds below suddenly began to slowly sink.
Siming's black robe danced wildly, with bright yellow electric arcs activating all over his body.
Her eyes immediately turned downward.
"What's going on?" Siming stared at the clouds descending like a lake, wondering to himself.
The golden-winged roc was covered in blood. His eagle claws were tightly clasping the magic stick, and his demonic eyes were staring down.
He is more familiar with this kind of breath and power. Although that idea is unbelievable, it is the only possibility - Jiuling Yuansheng takes action!
That stone lion... how is that possible? !
A huge sense of crisis enveloped the hearts of the two of them, and this earth-shattering divine battle was forcibly suspended. Both of them were experienced in many battles, and without any hesitation, their figures immediately rose up and flew in completely different directions.
But Jiuling Yuan Sheng had already spoken.
Its large mouth opened like a python, stretching to an incredible degree. Senhan's snow-white fangs and sharp teeth were exposed, and the scarlet tongue also trembled like lightning between the sharp teeth.
Its body is as majestic and tall as its Dharma form, like a mountain blocking the Liusha River, blocking the flow of the river.
Ning Jiujiu watched this scene from a distance. He had the illusion that as long as the Nine Spirits Yuansheng made a sound, the whole world would be unsustainable and would be swallowed up by it.
One song is like a lion roaring.
The eight poems are like qi drinking from a river.
The devouring is about to begin.
His target was not the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but Si Ming and the Golden-winged Dapeng in the battle.
This was the moment he had been waiting for a hundred years.
The Ten Thousand Demons Art he comprehended was more powerful than that of the Golden-winged Dapeng. Like the Golden-Winged Roc, he can easily obtain the realm and ability of the devoured person, but he doesn't even have to be obsessed with devouring his own kind like the Golden-Winged Roc.
What's more, he and the Golden-winged Dapeng are of the same kind - the same kind of authority.
Under the guidance of the saint back then, all the demons were too united and generous. Coupled with the fact that he had not eaten or drank for hundreds of years, the golden-winged roc completely let down his guard against him. But in a world where power is fought for, the struggle for the origin between the same kind is never-ending, and it is engraved in the blood and bone marrow... This is something that the Golden-winged Roc should not forget.
It took Ning a long time to reach the edge of Liusha River, and the lion's roar that had been building up for a long time finally broke out.
It was a low, majestic sound. It didn't sound very loud at first, but once the powerful sound came out, it was like a mighty wind that could not stop for thousands of miles.
The world is quiet.
All sounds were swept away by the roar of a lion that had been silent for a hundred years.
The lion's roar was loud and invisible, but it instantly shattered the battlefield between Si Ming and the golden-winged roc. The cracked clouds fell one after another and poured into his big mouth. The heavy rain rolled back, the rivers flowed backwards, and the night clouds became thinner and thinner. The power that Nine Spirits Yuansheng burst out at this moment has surpassed the peak of the Five Paths.
The figures of Siming and the golden-winged roc were also shaken by the lion's roar.
The whole world is like a universe bag, covering them airtight, and the frightening sound waves are like the invisible giant sword that hits the heart. This sword has been sharpened for more than a hundred years, and it is so rotten that it can break the gods. of spine.
The golden-winged roc swung the magic stick with all its strength, and the continuous shadow of the stick was like a shield, protecting it in front of it.
Without hesitation, Siming summoned the sundial again, and the delicate white moon shadow expanded rapidly.
But they had all gone through a long battle, and they were caught off guard. How could they defeat Jiuling Yuan Sheng's century-old plan.
Siming once thought about whether she would be able to escape between the two peak five-paths if the other demon kings took action. At first she thought she was sure of success, but at this moment, she realized that she had far underestimated the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. He was more powerful than the Golden-winged Dapeng, not just a little bit
Pong! Pong!
Two impact sounds were made at the same time.
The iron rod vibrated, revealing a face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and it was almost beaten back to its original shape. The sundial had already been used once, so its strength was greatly reduced this time, and it was shattered by the lion's roar.
The sound wave was invisible, but it was a heavy punch that destroyed the physical body. Even though the divine robe buffered a lot of power, Siming still had a sweet feeling in his throat and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Jiuling Yuansheng sat like a stone Buddha, and the other eight began to devour.
Siming and the golden-winged roc could not escape, and their figures were dragged back one after another.
Si Fate transferred her power and struggled to resist. She stretched out her hand, intending to condense her sword again and cut through this dragnet.
But she couldn't catch anything.
All around her, the wind and clouds, thunder and fire, all matter and elements were evacuated, leaving her alone and still struggling to hold on.
Not having a sword is not the worst thing.
The most terrible thing is that the surrounding spiritual energy has also been absorbed.
Without the supply of spiritual energy, her energy sea is really as vast as the sea. Under such rapid consumption, it will be evaporated sooner or later.
The power of mountains and seas that the Nine Spirits Yuansheng had accumulated for hundreds of years exceeded everyone's expectations.
The golden-winged roc was supported by the former sea-fixing needle, but this was not the sea, and the turbulent undercurrent was constant. He and the Ruyi Black Iron Divine Staff did not have a tacit understanding at first. Under the pressure of the huge force at this moment, his bones The sound of breaking sounded from time to time, and the magic stick in his hand was quickly being beaten back to its original shape.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng was focused on devouring it and remained motionless.
Ning Jiujiu had arrived outside the Liusha River. He looked at the back of the demon king who was far more powerful than himself. Without saying a word, he ran straight towards his back. He tried his best to do something to stop him. Next action.
Possessed by Shura's golden body, the sure-kill move from the Heavenly Sword Sutra was instantly formed. He stepped across the river, imagining that there was a sword in his hand, a unique sword in the world.
The golden crow tore through the night and illuminated the back of Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng like lightning. With this belief, Ning Jiujiu ran across the river, exhausted all his strength, and jumped high until he was level with Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng. Then he stabbed the sword in his hand towards the back of Jiuling Yuansheng's neck.
This was his peak sword, and it should have been brilliant.
But the gap between the two realms is really too big.
There was a low hum.
The sword formed by Ning Jiujiu's thoughts stopped in front of the back of his neck. The lion's exploding mane was more like countless swords, swallowing up his sword light instantly. The sword wind came towards him, and thousands of swords came back to bite his body. Ning Jiujiu Shura's body was instantly pierced, and blood flew wildly.
The pain penetrated into his flesh and blood, causing his whole body to tremble with excitement. Ning Jiujiu watched helplessly as his casual sword was wiped away, and his heart felt like a knife.
In severe pain, he raised his head and glanced above.
In the sky above, Si Ming and the Golden-winged Dapeng, who had gone through a deadly battle, could not support themselves, and their bodies fell like meteors towards the mouth of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth. Although the sword was exhausted, he suddenly stretched out his palm and continued to stab at the back of Jiuling Yuan Sheng's neck.
The sword-like mane penetrates the back of the palm.
With his current level of cultivation, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to break through the defense of Nine Spirits Yuansheng. He thought about the bell and wanted to speak, but in the lion's roar, all sounds were swallowed up, and he was no exception.
Ning stared at Siming's falling figure for a long time.
He couldn't help but shudder... This was something more terrifying than his own death, just like when Xiang'er was controlled by Madam White Bones and Lu Jiaoyuan fought with Jiu Ying until they were covered in blood.
He couldn't stand this process.
Within his body, the Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll burned again, and his blood boiled. He did not use any moves, but used his body as a sword and directly hit the Ten Thousand Swords transformed from the mane of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
Jiuling Yuansheng could sense it, and even felt a hint of fearful emotion, but he knew better that this was still an impulsive move that would not help. He ignored Ning Changjiu.
The golden-winged roc was the first to fall, and he was swallowed by the mouth of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. His fangs were closed, and the sound of bones breaking was like thousands of firecrackers exploding at the same time.
Si Ming followed closely behind.
Her authority was constantly activated, and her figure shuttled through the layers of space, but she could not stop the process of being swallowed.
Siming no longer tried to stop him.
She stared at Jiuling Yuan Sheng, and simply used his devouring power to slash at the huge mouth of Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng with her body as a sword. This scene is similar to the one when Mrs. Bai's broken body turned into a sword and slashed the city, but the power of the two is not the same.
After Si Ming made this desperate decision, Jiu Ling Yuansheng looked slightly shocked. He did not dare to take risks. When Si Ming was approaching, he took the initiative to punch the silver light, trying to intercept it, and after defeating it, Then swallow it into your belly.
There was a loud bang.
The two collide.
Everything around him was instantly overturned, trees, rivers, mountains and rocks, everything he saw was smashed into pieces, and the flat and open battlefield was swept away in an instant.
Siming punched him.
The body of Jiuling Yuansheng kept shaking, as if the mountain was about to collapse, while Siming's figure was also knocked out, flying hundreds of feet upside down before he could stand still.
In the previous impact, Ning Jiujiu was also knocked back into the quicksand river. He stood up from the muddy river, and the river water that was knocked backwards rolled back again, submerging his body. He was already exhausted from running around all day, but at this moment, his strength Depleted, his body was unstable and he was almost knocked down by the current.
When he struggled to pull himself up from the water, the nine heads of the Nine Spirits and Yuansheng were all aimed at Si Ming's position, and the second roar was about to erupt.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed and hit the head of Jiuling Yuansheng blankly.
Ruyi black iron magic stick!
As the river flowed back, there was actually the figure of the golden-winged Dapeng. He came out with a stick, and chopped down the incomplete map of the Great Sun Buddha Country and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword!
Jiuling Yuan Sheng's expression was slightly strange. He suddenly realized that what he had just eaten turned out to be just the outer body of the golden-winged roc. His true body quietly sneaked into the water and suddenly launched an attack while he was concentrating on it.
No matter how seriously injured the Golden-winged Dapeng was, he was still one of the four great demon kings in the world along with Jiuling Yuan Sheng. In his rage, he struck a blow from Thunderous Ten Thousand Army, but even Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng did not choose to take it hard.
He opened the sacred iron umbrella.
The iron rod hit the iron umbrella, and Xuantie's umbrella frame trembled. Amidst the roar of steel, several handfuls of golden flames exploded between the rod and the umbrella, becoming the only dazzling light in the dark world.
During the confrontation, Jiuling Yuan Sheng punched the Demon Saint Dapeng hard in the chest. The golden-winged Dapeng flapped its remaining wings, and his body turned several times in the air. He staggered to a stop. He was seriously injured, and the god in his hand Iron also faded.
The golden-winged roc climbed up with difficulty, stared at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, and asked in a horrified voice: "You actually... kept it secret from me for so long?"
Jiuling Yuansheng raised his umbrella, revealing the majestic face of the lion. This face was washed by the heavy rain as if it were poured with steel.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng said in a deep voice: "The City of Ten Thousand Demons is about to collapse, and the saint is about to die. If you are not dejected and inactive, I don't want to accompany you! Your idea of becoming a Buddhist kingdom is just an idiot's dream. Even if you succeed, it will not help the big thing. Queen of Ten Thousand Demons I am even more trapped by love, daydreaming, how can I not feel heartbroken when the demon clan has declined to this point? Just die with peace of mind. After death, our powers merge and become a being several times more powerful than Taotie. Kill Ke Wenzhou, destroy The eighty-one cities in Middle-earth will repeat the feat of five hundred years ago and turn him upside down!"
Golden-winged Dapeng ignored his deafening words. He held the stick tightly and suddenly laughed, saying: "I see... It turns out that you are the most ambitious person! It turns out that you have been waiting for me to take action and fight her. Both sides will suffer losses..."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng looked at him, and also at the silver-haired woman who was quietly gaining momentum in the darkness further away.
Not wanting to talk nonsense, he spoke again.
The first lion's roar was the most powerful, swallowing up the clouds for half the sky. Even if the second lion's roar was less powerful, it would still have the power to change the color of the world.
Just when he was about to speak out, something was thrown from behind... It seemed like a hidden weapon.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng pinched it and opened it to see that it was actually a bell.
In the Liusha River, Ning Jiujiu pulled himself up from the red sand. His white clothes were soaked by the sand and water, and his body was bent. He threw the bell, hoping to disturb his mind a little.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng looked at the bell and showed a momentary look of nostalgia.
"The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle...it's actually still alive." Jiuling Yuan Sheng sighed and said, "Thank you for sending back this news, it always gives me a little peace of mind."
As Jiuling Yuan Sheng said this, he crushed the bell in his hand into pieces.
Although his old friend was alive and well, his past was unforgettable, and he did not want to distract himself from this emotion.
When the bell shattered, the second roar of the lion had already exploded.
Seven of the nine heads of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng were aimed at Si Ming.
He knew that this mysterious woman of unknown origin was far more difficult to deal with than the golden-winged roc.
Just now, Siming had a chance to escape, but her pride did not allow her to retreat. This is not a long-term intrigue with Ning, but a head-on confrontation of power. How could she allow herself to be intimidated in front of mortal humans and monsters!
The lion's roar enveloped her instantly.
Siming knew that although Jiuling Yuan Sheng was strong, he was able to reach this point mainly because of a hundred years of accumulation. His roar would inevitably fade again and be exhausted. After he survived, if she still had With all her strength, she has the confidence to turn defeat into victory.
But Jiuling Yuansheng didn't give her a chance to breathe.
At the same time as the lion's roar erupted, his huge fists and feet also turned into continuous shadows, hitting each other with each blow, tearing the air and making loud noises.
The plain is wide open, and Si Ming has nowhere to hide. He holds the virtual sword to block the killing attack and confront him head-on.
After a brief confrontation, Si Ming, who was already exhausted, fell behind.
Ning stood in the sand river for a long time, looking at the flickering light and shadow in front of him. He lowered his head, and the severe pain in his body turned into flames in his body. They clustered together, and his purple mansion and sea of qi were instantly illuminated— Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll is burning!
Ning Jiujiu felt... that familiar power, the power he had had in his previous life and was now looking for.
Jiuling Yuansheng noticed something strange behind him, and one of them turned back and took a look.
When Ning Chang was just a hair away from that realm, the lion roared again, abruptly interrupting his enlightenment.
Ahead, Si Ming also found it difficult to continue.
She was surrounded on all sides, and her body's strength was approaching its limit. She knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she mobilized her last strength. Next to the murderous woman, electric arcs flashed, illuminating her brows with pale gold. She stretched out her hand, and a clay sword was formed in her palm.
She claims to be untainted by the fine dust, but at this moment, her figure is like a demon trapped in purgatory. Holding a dirty long sword, her body flashes and turns into a cold blade that shuttles at extremely fast speeds, slicing towards the location of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. past.
Jiuling Yuansheng's expression was solemn, and he also mobilized all his strength to return to the defense.
This earth-shattering explosion was heard for an unknown number of times.
The remaining sound is cut off.
Jiuling Yuansheng's body collapsed, and his body was covered with hundreds of scars. He opened the lion's mouth, and what he saw was blood and broken teeth.
But Siming also used all his strength, and her body was bounced away again, smashing into the muddy river bed, and she passed out.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng gasped... This mysterious woman was so powerful that it was beyond his initial expectations, but it was precisely because of this that after being devoured, he could truly have the power to stand alongside the gods.
He opened his bloody mouth and prepared to roar for the third time.
No one has the strength to fight anymore.
Just when everything was about to settle, another lion's roar suddenly sounded.
That was not the roar of Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
It is so loud and loud, completely different from the low majesty of Jiuling Yuan Sheng.
But the third lion roar of Jiuling Yuan Sheng was suppressed like this!
Jiuling Yuansheng suddenly turned his head.
On the Liusha River, I don’t know when a snow-white figure stood!
The white shadows are dazzling.
He was at the first bend of the Liusha River, then reached the second bend in the blink of an eye, and was behind Ning Changjiu in the blink of an eye.
The man has white clothes and white hair, and even his eyebrows are white. His face is calm, his bones are clear, and he looks inhumane.
He glanced at Ning Changjiu, sighed, and said, "It's a pity that it's only a small difference."
Ning Chang was injured half of his body and was floating in the river. He knew that someone was coming, and he even knew who it was, but he did not look, but kept staring at the position where Siming had fallen into the river.
Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the man in white clothes and white hair and said, "Bai Ze, you are still here."
Bai Ze said: "Well, I'm here."
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "You shouldn't have come."
Bai Ze arrived: "It's hard to disobey a teacher's orders."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng said: "Back then you were studying with me, now you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"
Bai Ze said: "I already have another teacher."
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "Are you confident that you can defeat me?"
Bai Ze sighed and said: "Master always told me to be taciturn in the past, and I think it's because of today... I won't be happy if I don't vomit."
As Bai Ze said this, the image of a nine-tailed white lion arched behind him, like a big moon held up by a river.
Two lions confront each other.
The situation was about to get tense. Ning Jiujiu used all the strength he had accumulated in his body and jumped into the half of the river that was originally blocking Jiuling Yuan Sheng.
He plunged into the water, his golden eyes opened, and he scanned the river bed.
Countless broken snails and shells smashed against the door, and he followed the position in his memory and swooped down crazily. At the bottom of Liusha River, in a huge sand hole, Siming's figure slowly emerged. Ning Changjiu's heartbeat increased. He didn't dare to blink. He stared at Siming's still spotless face in the turbid water and plunged into it. , dug out the sand with his hands, dug her out, and hugged her.
Siming seemed to be aware of it, and she raised her arms along the water flow and hugged the person in front of her.
Ning held her for a long time and felt extremely at ease. He had no extra strength and could only hold the woman in his arms tightly. The two of them held her like this without any struggle and rushed downstream along the Liusha River.
…
A long time passed.
Because of the heavy clouds, Ning Jiujiu couldn't tell what time it was. He hugged Siming's body and slowly stood up from the rocky beach. The surroundings were pitch black and dust-free.
Ning hasn't been here for a long time.
He didn't care where it was.
He gently broke away from Siming's arms. The woman in his arms was exhausted and still asleep. He wrung out his sleeves, wiped her face, and then picked up her wet face without saying a word. body, carried on the back.
There are mostly open stone beaches along the river, and it's easy to find your footprints.
Ning wanted to find a shelter for a long time to heal her wounds.
The person who was previously called Bai Ze by Jiu Ling Yuansheng was his sixth senior brother.
He didn't know why his senior brother came, and he wasn't sure whether he could defeat the strongest demon in the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
His whole body was cold at the moment, and the drowsiness surged into his heart from time to time. It was an invisible and unstoppable sword that was going to defeat him at any time.
But he felt the weight on his back and did not dare to relax.
Fortunately, he quickly found a relatively dry cave. He killed all the few bats in the cave and placed Siming on the stone wall.
He took off Si Ming's divine robe, used the few powers of time, and simply treated her most serious injuries. He kept coughing, and he really couldn't use the power of his authority. He transferred Si Ming He wrung out his robe, burned it with sword fire until it was dry, and put it on the woman again.
Siming's eyelids were trembling. Even if she was unconscious, she was still suffering.
The battle with Jiuling Yuan Sheng was too dangerous. If she hadn't made up for the shortcomings of the sword moves in her dream, she might have been completely defeated by the opponent.
Ning sat beside him for a long time and nursed back his injuries. He looked at the heavy rain outside and watched her quietly.
About an hour later, Si Ming's eyelashes trembled and he finally woke up slowly.
Ning hugged her for a long time and told her not to move. He looked at Siming's bloodless face, and many words of concern were still in his throat, but he heard Siming frown slightly, his jade lips moved, and his voice was slightly hoarse to warn. :"careful,"
Bang!
Thunder and lightning struck down, illuminating the cave.
Ning stared at the ground for a long time, feeling horrified.
Just when it flashed, he saw another ferocious figure on the ground.
Ning Jiujiu slowly turned back.
At the entrance of the cave, there was a hunched shadow, which was also scarred. He half-knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head, revealing a face with only half of the red crow mask left.
"Jinwu... I finally found you."
It is the golden-winged roc.