Zhao Xiang'er never thought that the final enemy waiting for her at the end of the illusion of the Suzaku Trial was not King Peacock Ming, but the innate spirit in her body - Jiu Yu.
It turns out that this is the last demon bird she will face.
But she still didn't understand that Suzaku tried to kill her many times, but he only forced her into a desperate situation and used a borrowed knife to kill instead of actually killing the killer himself. how so? Is it to force the insignificant viewer to save himself... But what is the meaning of doing this
There is also the final question.
If she is not the daughter of Suzaku, then who is she? !
The girl lowered her head and thought.
The Suzaku maid was wearing a fiery red dress and was described as a puppet. She looked at Zhao Xiang'er, waiting for her death. She wanted to see the despair in those proud pupils when a loved one betrayed her. This was the only thing she liked to appreciate in the world. things.
Jiuyu's black blade could not emit a trace of light, but his murderous intent illuminated Zhao Xianger's jade neck brightly.
It was only at this moment that Jiuyu gradually regained his memory.
Zhao Xiang'er was half-kneeling on the ground, her curves tightly wrapped in dark clothing undulating beautifully. Her long hair was disheveled and had reached her waist unknowingly. Her half-kneeling body was as tight as a bow. It seemed soft, but it was more inner. Containing fire, the hair falling from her forehead obscured her face, revealing only the sharp corner of her lower jaw.
The Suzaku maid looked at her motionless appearance and said coldly: "Nineteen years of life are just a dream. If you want to cry, I will allow you to cry."
When Zhao Xiang'er heard this, her slender shoulders moved slightly, and laughter came from her lowered head.
She slowly raised her head and smiled lightly: "Ning Changjiu asked me a question during our three-year appointment."
The Suzaku maid became more interested and asked: "What?"
Zhao Xianger said: "He asked me what I would do if my mother wanted to kill me."
The Suzaku maid looked at her indifferently, waiting for the next chapter.
Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "My answer at the time was very simple. I am not a foolish and loyal person who drinks poisonous wine or hangs from the rafters after being given white silk... But I still underestimated my mother. I didn't expect her to be so cruel. The executioner was brought directly to me."*
Maid Suzaku shook her head slightly, not caring about her remarks.
She looked at Jiuyu and said, "Take the pill."
Jiuyu condensed into a human form. She was curvaceous, but her entire body was pitch-black, and her body had no thickness. She was like a person cut from a piece of black paper.
She raised her sword and struck Zhao Xiang'er's beautiful back in the air.
In the silent trial world, the sound of metal clanging suddenly exploded!
The sword failed to cut off the girl's head.
In mid-air, the dark sword and the slender umbrella sword formed a cross.
Jiuyu didn't see clearly how Zhao Xiang'er turned around, but in just a moment, she drew her sword and turned around. The sword in her hand cut across and hit her vertical blade!
The firelight spattered in tiny pieces, and Zhao Xiang'er's cheeks were stained with blood, but there was a smile in her clear black and white eyes.
"Suzaku asked me to stay intact just to wait for you, right?" Zhao Xiang'er stared at Jiuyu and asked.
Jiuyu said: "Do you want to die in peace?"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled lightly, held the sword with both arms, and pressed it with all his strength: "You regard me as Suzaku's chess piece, so why don't you?"
Jiuyu also held the sword like a knife, and his thin raven hair with clear roots danced, "You no longer need to deceive yourself."
The two bodies pressed close to each other, and then bounced away quickly.
As soon as Zhao Xiang'er stood still, the umbrella sword flashed with cold light, and she jumped forward again. She didn't know where the silhouette's weakness was, but she just wanted to send the sword edge into the opponent's body!
"Don't forget, this is my trial realm, and the wall of air is still there. Since you are waiting for me here, what is the difference between you and Gui Che and Peacock King Ming?" Zhao Xiang'er's figure flickered, and he stepped forward. The blade came down suddenly, "It's the same bones under the sword!"
Jiuyu's sword slashed out smoothly and intercepted the tip of Zhao Xianger's sword. As soon as the two touched, the sound instantly shook a hundred times.
The two people's moves seemed to come from the same person. Their tacit understanding truly reached the point of being like brothers. When they swung their swords desperately to kill, the red sword flower bloomed and shattered into a rain of light in an instant. They didn't look like they were fighting. More like two dancing winds.
The Suzaku maid stood aside quietly, watching the sudden battle.
Even though she was so indifferent, she still marveled at Zhao Xianger's will, but... the outcome would not change.
This may be the last battle between the Phoenix Seed and the Suzaku Seed in the long history.
She didn't bother.
In the light rain, the blade of Zhao Xiang'er's sword rolled away. Jiuyu saw the direction of the sword and cut it with the black blade, cutting off the edge of the sword.
Jiuyu said indifferently: "I also didn't expect that you still have some strength left. It is indeed a miracle that you were not killed by King Peacock Ming. But you are wrong. This is never your training ground, but your journey to escape from the soul and change the soul." Earth, I will not harm your body, which confuses all sentient beings. I will go out for you and reach the highest position."
Zhao Xiang'er was forced back by a sword, and the nine-feathered black blade pressed forward, slashing down a stream of sword energy. The sword edge swept across, and the void cracked.
Zhao Xiang'er picked up the red umbrella with her toes and kicked her calves suddenly. The red umbrella flew out and opened in the air, blocking the incoming sword. She flashed, drew a clever arc in the air, and pounced again. Nine feathers.
She had just entered the realm of the five realms, and her foundation was not yet stable. At this moment, she wanted to suppress all her injuries, squeeze out the last bit of magic from the five realms, and make a life-or-death decision with her.
Jiuyu held the sword, shook out numerous phantoms, and accurately cut off the path of Zhao Xiang'er's sword. Their swords touched each other, and the same moves collided like mirror images, like two steels twisted together and rotating rapidly.
Jiuyu sneered: "I know all the moves you know, but what I have... you don't have. How can you win?"
A sign of danger suddenly arose in Zhao Xianger's heart, and she immediately retreated.
Where Zhao Xiang'er stayed before, a dazzling bubble suddenly floated.
"World?!" Zhao Xianger was slightly shocked. She couldn't see Jiuyu's face, but she knew she was smiling.
Jiuyu said: "The world has always been my authority, not yours. Now, I have taken it back. You give up..."
The Suzaku divine fire burned on Jiuyu's sword blade.
The powers of the world are attached to it.
As long as she touches Zhao Xiang'er's sword, she can be included in his kingdom instantly and become a fish on the sword.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at her sword blade and smiled slightly.
For some reason, she felt unexpectedly happy.
"Give up?" Zhao Xianger's eyebrows were like daggers, "How can I give up?"
Today, she finally understood the full meaning of that dream.
Jiuyu doesn't know everything she knows.
In that dream, Jiuyu did not include it.
At the age of sixteen, he should have died long ago.
But, the viewer? Master? I don’t know how to call you, but in short, you are a benefactor I have never met... Over the years, you have helped me overcome many difficulties and dangers to get to where I am today, and you have never abandoned me.
You haven't given up, so how can I give up on myself!
Daogu Chunyang scroll burned in her body, and the eyes of Taiyin replaced her black and white eyes.
When Jiu Yu was slightly confused, Zhao Xiang'er took the initiative to greet him with his sword in hand.
Vaguely, she heard the girl's whisper:
"Why are you bothering me?"
…
On Tianzhu Peak, the moon always stopped at midnight.
Ning Jiujiu carried Si Ming on his back, holding her slender breasts with one hand, and grabbing the dust clouds in the moonlight with the other. He danced endlessly, like an inconspicuous black spot in the pure white light, the eyes of a young man. His lips were dry and chapped, and his voice was as hoarse as the oldest crow.
He was still talking, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.
Siming lay quietly on his shoulder, with his scattered silver hair flowing down like water. Some hung on his white clothes, and some flowed along the skirt of his clothes, lightly touching Ning Jiujiu's scarred chest.
The silver hair tickled his neck slightly.
Ning felt this itch for a long time and regarded it as Si Ming's response to his words.
She was his only listener.
The moonlight is like a long river that hangs down from the sky. They wander in it, go upstream, use the dust clouds as steps, slowly move away from the human world, and walk to the top of the moon.
"You are obviously good, but you always pretend to be bad."
"You obviously like Marry so much, but you always find new ways to bully her."
"You obviously like me, yet you say you hate me."
"You are so inconsistent with your words... This time you said you were going to die, so it was a lie..."
Ning Chang said intermittently.
He hoped that the woman on his shoulder would wake up, grab his ears, and scold him to refute him.
But she was eerily quiet.
Fortunately, this beam of moonlight does have magical powers.
Si Ming's last faint breath lingers gently around her neck. Her beauty at this moment is indescribable. In the words of all sentient beings, if you want to push this beauty to a higher level, only death can sublimate it. .
But I would rather not have this kind of sublimation for a long time.
Lord Ming has long since fallen, who will ask for his life
He gritted his teeth, took a breath, and kept climbing in the moonlight dust cloud.
Kunlun does not know how high it is, and he is tireless.
All quiet.
At this moment, Ning Changjiu didn't know what the meaning behind this tranquility was.
Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons, a figure made of silver appeared suddenly. Silver skirts brushed across the fields.
The surrounding flowers, plants and trees sensed her arrival and fell down one after another as if they were blown away by the frosty wind.
The silver woman looked at the beam of light reaching the sky.
She held out her hand.
A silver giant sword formed in his hand.
The sword was as big as the two of her. She raised the sword high, ready to chop it down.
Although Kunlun is beautiful, it is also fragile.
She is the priest of Baiyin Snow Palace, and she is powerful enough to cut off Kunlun with one sword!
But the sword failed to fall smoothly.
The weeds that had fallen on the ground stood up again, and the bent trees in the forest straightened up again.
When everything returned to its original state, it also fell into a state of deathly silence.
Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons, a woman in a green skirt suddenly appeared, also without any warning.
The moment she appeared, the silver priest who ruled the world did not dare to drop his sword.
The person who came was none other than Senior Sister Bu Kuan.
Shen Yu's green skirt was fluttering, and her temperament was pure. She made a palm-cutting gesture and said: "You have become a priest, why don't you dare to drop your sword? Don't worry... I am not the same person I was back then. I am far from that powerful. You can try to chop it off."
Priests are legends to the human world.
The person in front of me is a legend that is thousands of years older than the priest.
She came to herself.
Everything is silent.
The priest faced her, not daring to drop his sword.
"If everyone in that Taoist temple was like you, the Lord God wouldn't have ordered me to come here." The priest said indifferently.
Shen Yu smiled and said: "My junior brothers and sisters are really not very popular, especially the one at the back, which is the most worrying. But fortunately, the second one is okay, so blocking Tianjun shouldn't be a problem."
The priest said: "But it's not just us?"
Shen Yu said: "Don't worry about it."
…
The second senior brother was sitting on a huge rock, dressed in green clothes, sharpening a knife.
The blade is round and copper-yellow. The black blade has a smooth arc and a pure bright edge. The back of the blade is about half the width of a thumb, and the red-painted scabbard is placed casually on one side.
In front of him, there was also a silver man standing.
The man gestured with his hand to indicate the thickness of the moon pillar, twisting it gently between his fingers, as if he wanted to snap his fingers at any time and snap it off.
The second senior brother rolled up his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "As expected of the Tianjun who followed Bai Zang, he is so timid in doing things. If I were you, I would already take action."
Baiyin Tianjun smiled coldly. He retracted his hand, making a fist with one hand in front of him and hanging the other hand behind him.
He looked at the second senior brother and said: "Your Majesty Bai Emperor, your city is more beautiful now than it was then. If you have leisure, would you like to go back and take a look?"
The second senior brother said: "The dove occupies the magpie's nest. It doesn't matter if I don't go there. It's like a dead city. Even if I see peace and happiness?"
Baiyin Tianjun said: "If I am lucky enough, I would like to see the beauty."
The second senior brother sharpened the knife, squinted one eye, looked at the curvature of the blade, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Then I mean that we don't welcome you."
Lord Baiyin showed an indifferent smile like a god, and he suddenly asked: "Why don't you just take that young man back instead of making such a big fuss and making everyone uneasy?"
The second senior brother turned back, glanced at the moonlight, and said: "Why enter the temple before you have passed Kunlun? This is something that the young junior brother must complete. As senior sisters and brothers, we only need to give him some peace and quiet."
But peace is easier said than done
Lord Baiyin said: "Then I want to try. If I really want to leave, can you stop me?"
As he spoke, Baiyin Tianjun turned his clenched hand into a palm and made three empty cuts towards the front.
The space is divided into three.
Baiyin Tianjun stepped in casually, but it was like stepping into a layered and more complicated universe, and he suddenly disappeared.
The second senior brother rubbed his hair in distress and sighed: "Hey, if the senior sister was here, he would not dare to move... Am I really that weak now? Why does everyone want to try my level?"
With that said, the second senior brother put the sword on his shoulder, took a step forward, and disappeared without a trace.
Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons, thunder exploded.
…
Hundreds of thousands of miles away from the City of Ten Thousand Demons, a sharp sword shadow flashed in the sky, hundreds of miles away in an instant.
She is the senior sister of Jiange.
She was still on her way to the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but she was too seriously injured in the battle with Nuwa Empress, and had to stop and go, which delayed her too much.
Probably can't make it.
The senior sister stopped on a wheat field and breathed softly.
The shadow of the sword rises and falls with her figure, and the wheat fields also float with the shadow of her sword.
She is already the second person in Middle-earth.
But the gap between her and Nuwa Empress was still far beyond her imagination.
It can even be said that the other party has shown mercy.
She did not feel defeated, but instead looked further and further towards the peak of the avenue.
Thousands of sword shadows scattered around her body. She sat cross-legged on the field ridge, her mouth slightly opened, and between her lips, there was a small handleless sword condensed. It was as big as a chicken, but its light was bright.
She can't reach her in person, but the sword may be able to come in time. It's just that the road is far away and the mountains are far away. When this sword comes, I'm afraid it will be greatly reduced.
But things developed beyond her expectation.
As soon as the sword flew out, it was intercepted before it passed the wheat field.
The one who cut off the sword was a girl with a round face.
The girl is petite and exquisite, with slightly messy short hair, wearing leather clothes and pants, carrying a weapon box on her back, with eighteen kinds of weapons in full display, like a peacock spreading its tail.
She is the fourth senior sister of Jiange, also named Si.
Miss Si stood at the end of the wheat field, one hand resting on a spear supporting her waist, the other hand taking out a shield, and seriously resisting the flying sword of the senior sister of Jiange.
She glanced at the woman sitting cross-legged and asked, "Are you the senior sister's defeated general?"
"Yes." Senior Sister Jiange admitted frankly.
Miss Si puffed up her face and said, "Then the one I'm looking for is you!"
The senior sister of Jiange looked at her and asked, "Where are you from too?"
Miss Si nodded and said: "Well, I am ranked fourth, and all my martial arts skills were taught by my senior sister."
The senior sister of Jiange asked: "Which one are you the reincarnation of?"
Miss Si sighed and said: "My status is low and I have no shame to say it. Alas, do we immortals have to claim our status when we fight? Just do it. If you win, you will be a famous teacher and a disciple. If you lose, it means I am not good at learning!"
The metal jingled, clashed and knocked, making sounds.
Behind Miss Si, the weapon box was opened, and various weapons shone with cold light, like wings.
The senior sister of Jiange also stood up slowly.
Thousands of sword intentions gathered around her body again, like her skirt, and like the silver dragon surrounding her body. She stepped on the silver dragon's back.
At this moment, a meteor flew over them.
They both looked up at the same time.
After the eldest sister was slightly stunned, her eyes became hot.
Miss Si screamed, a little panicked... Oh no! Still here...
Where the sword came from was where the sword pavilion was.
A sword can make a million miles.
The Sword Master has not drawn a sword for three hundred years, but today he breaks through the barrier, crosses the middle earth and delivers a sword.
This crucial sword strike came quietly and without any warning.
…
The Sword of the Sword Master is also expected.
He is the last person in the entire Middle-earth who is qualified to take action.
The sword is simple and unpretentious. Cross the starry sky without taking away its brilliance, and spend the night in the lake without frightening the fish in their dreams. It has already reached the point where the true elephant is invisible, and there is no need to describe its strength in words.
It has only one goal.
Kunlun Tianzhu.
To be more precise, it was to cut off Ning Changjiu and Kunlun Tianzhu together.
This is the sword master's first sword since he closed his sword in seclusion. It should be a shocking move.
The sword passed over mountains and seas, lakes and swamps, and iron towers, flying higher and higher, heading straight for the divine pillar.
The first person to cut the sword was Third Senior Brother.
The third senior brother does not live in meditation on weekdays, and very few people in the world know his true identity.
He is the owner of the Shenhua Building, Ji Xuan, the third person in Middle-earth.
This is a sword fight between the third person and the first person.
The third senior brother was dressed in red, like a self-immolated person, covered in flames, hanging high on a branch.
He raised his sword.
The name of the sword is the divine painting.
When he swings his sword, wherever the sword light passes, everything will fall from three dimensions to a flat surface, becoming a picture dragged out by his sword light.
Eighty-one scrolls are like iron ropes crossing the sky, with different landscapes among them.
The sword of the sword master comes from afar.
The sound of tearing silk paintings continued to sound.
The sword master's sword has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years. Now that the sword is handed out, it is no small matter.
The eighty-one volumes are all magnificent landscapes, but they cannot lock this sword.
The scroll quickly shattered into butterfly-like fragments, which were then re-stacked into landscapes, forming a brand-new landscape at the feet of the third senior brother.
Eighty-one volumes are broken.
At the end of the scroll, the third senior brother is waiting.
He drew his sword and cut it.
But the sword master seemed to have received some gift from heaven and earth while he was in seclusion.
The strength of this sword exceeded his expectations.
The third senior brother wanted to use his body to catch the sword.
The sword penetrated his body and was blocked in his body.
puff. Blood spurts.
The sword finally penetrated his flesh and blood and flew farther behind him, but the speed of the sword was much slower.
The third senior brother vomited blood and wiped the wound on the upper part of his lower abdomen with the Divine Painting Sword. He looked behind him with some regret.
…
When the sword arrived at the City of Ten Thousand Demons, Ning Changjiu had already climbed most of the divine pillars.
His hands and feet were numb and weak, making mechanical movements. Everything he saw in his eyes was blurred, and only his obsession was supporting him.
He passed through the first sea of clouds, through the increasingly thin and cold air layer, across the barriers of the world, across the sea of ruins, and even got a glimpse of the ruins of the Immortal Court...
He was carrying Si Ming's back and didn't even dare to speak.
It was not that he was afraid of alarming the immortals in the sky, but that too much time had passed. He was extremely afraid, afraid that all his efforts would be in vain, and that Siming would really be unable to answer.
Siming was still sleeping gently on his back, not knowing whether it was a dream or death.
Kunlun deserves to be called the Pillar to the Sky, and it is still invisible to the end.
But luckily the light is always there.
The young man carried a beautiful woman on his back and climbed up to the moonlight. The woman had silver-haired robes, like an elf in the moon...
What a beautiful picture this should have been.
But what Ning can see with his eyes for a long time and smell with the tip of his nose is only desolation.
Ning Jiujiu's eyelids were pressed down heavily from time to time, and the desire to sleep was so strong, like ink dripping into clear water and stirred.
His muscles were already working to the extreme, and every movement of his muscles would cause heartbreaking pain all over his body.
He never thought about giving up, but his body had reached its limit.
Ning's hands covered with calluses and blood grasped the dust in the moonlight. He could hardly open his eyes. Fortunately, his body's instinct had also learned to climb.
Gradually, gradually.
Ning Jiujiu found that the moon was getting closer and closer.
It is so unattractive, with pits and pits on the surface, a silvery gray color, and desolation everywhere you look.
But there seems to be nothing more beautiful in the world.
"Xue Ci... Xue Ci." Ning Jiujiu opened his mouth and made a dry voice. His expression was already stiff, but he was so happy, like a child.
"Xue Ci, have you seen it?"
Ning Jiujiu said hoarsely, as if coaxing a little girl, "It's the moon, we...we're coming, don't sleep. If you sleep now, you won't be able to have good dreams."
Siming remained quiet and did not respond.
Ning Changjiu panted, stared at the moon, and rushed upstream.
The end is in sight.
But he didn't know that the Sword Master's sword had also reached outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The sword enters the city of ten thousand monsters.
The lion's roar of Jiuling Yuansheng sounded.
He didn't go looking for Ke Wenzhou, but Ke Wenzhou's sword took the initiative to enter the city. How humiliating
But he was too seriously injured at the moment, and the nine roars of the lion were suppressed by the sound of the sword, and he was unable to stop the sword in the end.
The sword continued to fly.
Bai Ze set up a Dharma sign, but it was also pierced by the ancient sword and could not be stopped.
The thunderous sound of the sword echoed through the City of Ten Thousand Demons, covering up the roars of the two lions.
The eldest sister restrained the priest, while the second senior brother and Tianjun traveled around the world outside the city, unpredictable.
Who can stop the Sword Master's three-hundred-year sword
Ning Jiujiu carried Si Ming on his back and staggered forward. The light gradually disappeared. The moon kept getting bigger in front of his eyes, getting bigger and bigger, until it turned into an endless piece, occupying the entire sight.
Everything is at your fingertips.
The sword came from behind.
Ning Jiujiu sensed the danger, turned his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
At that moment, time seemed to be stretched out for a long time, and he felt the imminent death. In his pupils, the simple and rusty blade of the ancient sword was so clear, and every detail was clearly visible.
But the senior sister didn't come.
The slowing down of time was just his illusion.
The sword almost came close to Kunlun.
It stabs itself without any fanfare.
It's obviously right in front of you... It's obviously just one step away...
The moon is so close, but it will become an unreachable destination.
At the last moment, Ning Jiujiu could do nothing. The only thing he had time to do was to turn around, try his best to straighten his stiff waist, so that he could face the sword, and finally block everything for Xue Ci.
At this moment, Si Ming, who was sleeping on his back, snorted softly, as if he had woken up, or as if he was murmuring in his sleep.
She is still alive! The moonlight protected her, locking her last breath within her body.
But the sword master's sword has arrived, and everything is meaningless.
Ning stood on the dust cloud for a long time and closed his eyes.
Ding-
The sword did not penetrate the body, but the sound of bells sounded again, clear and leisurely.
When Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes again, a man in white appeared out of thin air and stood in front of him.
That figure on the back is very familiar and bookish. He is the fifth senior brother who has read a lot of poetry and books. Fifth Senior Brother advocates knowledge and believes that knowledge is power, but today, he does not use knowledge as a shield.
He was wielding an iron rod in his hand, and the sword master's sword was still struggling like a stick of white light.
Ruyi black iron magic stick!
He used this object to stop the sword master's century-old sword!
"Teacher..." Ning wanted to salute for a long time, but could no longer speak.
The fifth senior brother turned his back to him, held a stick in one hand, pointed to the sky with the other, and sighed: "Little junior brother... Master has been waiting for you for fifteen years. Don't be late this time."
Ning was stunned for a long time, and then he hummed heavily.
These were the only syllables he could pronounce.
He mustered up his last strength, turned around, carried the woman he loved on his back, and threw himself at the moon.
The moonlight was like water, embracing them gently.
Ning Jiujiu came to the moon lightly.
Look up to the desolation.
here…
Ning Jiujiu felt like being shocked by electricity.
The door of memory opens again.
He has been here before!
On the night when the moon was full and he ascended, the master pierced his body with a sword and knocked him off the cloud cliff. Before he was reincarnated, he was trapped in a gray and desolate place. *
This is it!
He will never forget it.
Evil once told him that the name of the unworthy was "prisoner".
Prisoners…
Here it is.
Moon prisoner!
…
(*: Mentioned in the 14th paragraph of Chapter 4 of this book)
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