The moment she was stared at by those green eyes, Ning Xiaoling's heart was filled with fear, and her hands and feet stopped obeying her at all.
Although it was not close yet, Ning Xiaoling could already imagine the feeling of its cold and sharp claws, cutting through her own flesh and blood like a knife, tearing her body apart.
When it really jumped up, all she could think of was the tragic scene of corpses all over the ground last night, disemboweled and bloody. She could vaguely smell the smell of blood that had not dissipated in the air. When death was approaching, she suddenly I felt that moment was so real.
It's not yet dawn, and the night is still not over yet.
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Tonight, Ning Jiujiu tried to kill many mountain monsters. In his opinion, those mountain monsters were indeed very weak. They were just evil creatures in the first stage of Xuanxuan. What's more, they were still in the illusion of inner demons, so it was much easier to kill them.
But when the last mountain monster rushed towards Ning Xiaoling, he struck out several swords with his fingers, but none of his swords could land on the mountain monster.
Ning Jiujiu realized that this was Ning Xiaoling's real inner demon.
It was the greatest fear she had ever seen.
During this night, the death of her relatives, the disappointment in her brother, and her doubts about the world were magnified countless times when death came. Her eyes were also pitch black, as if they were falling into an abyss that would never be recovered.
It was a real stagnant water, and it couldn't make any waves.
If it were in the past that really happened, a Taoist would come here at this moment, kill the demon with a peach wood sword at the critical moment, and rescue Ning Xiaoling. A few years later, he would sell the little girl to another old Taoist priest in the same industry at a high price. Capture water.
But now it's a calamity of inner demons, and the only one who can save her is herself.
Only by killing the mountain demon herself can she escape.
If it were a practitioner who broke into the Purple Court normally, he would have woken up long ago, understood that he was going through a mental tribulation, and then stood up and drew his sword to defeat the biggest fear in his heart.
But the real Ning Xiaoling has just begun to practice. Her realm is just a gift from the demon, and the demon is in a corner at this moment, waiting for Ning Xiaoling's consciousness to be defeated by the inner demon and then replace it.
A young girl who has just embarked on the path of spiritual practice cannot even break through the obstacles. She is basically an ant at the mercy of others. How can she break out
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu took a step forward without any hesitation and stopped in front of her.
Dressed in white, with a cold face and flowing black hair.
He stood tall and straight, and pointed his finger as a sword. A faint and complicated halo appeared behind him, as if it were a circular formation formed by snowflakes and small sword frames.
He pointed a finger at the mountain monster with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The figure of the mountain monster seemed to be frozen in the air, making it difficult to move forward.
Ning couldn't kill her inner demon for a long time, but she could resist it for a while.
But the passage of time is always flowing. If he can stop it for a while, how can he stop the future that is bound to happen
Ning Jiujiu had already arrived in front of her.
The girl couldn't see it, but she seemed to sense something and couldn't help but lean back.
Ning Changjiu stretched out a jade-like finger, and just like that night, he placed it firmly between her eyebrows.
"Ning Xiaoling!" Ning Jiujiu suddenly shouted.
The girl seemed to have heard the silent roar of thunder, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked straight ahead.
"My surname is not Ning..." She drifted vaguely, thinking that her name was indeed Xiaoling, but Ning was not her surname. Did he call the wrong person...
Ning Jiujiu's voice sounded again as if it could penetrate the soul: "Kill it!"
"Kill..." Ning Xiaoling was stunned, and her body couldn't help but tremble: "How could I possibly kill it..."
Ning Jiujiu's voice became softer, trying his best to calm her down: "Lift your finger, think about it carefully, think about all the things that have happened in the past, and think about it carefully, what is the most powerful move you have ever seen? , use it, kill it..."
The most powerful move I have ever seen...
Ning Xiaoling's dark eyes gradually regained some of their whiteness. She looked ahead blankly, as the mountain demon continued to approach her.
Vaguely, she seemed to remember many things, memories that were not supposed to be hers.
In my memory, there was a Taoist priest who killed the mountain demon and I followed him for several years. Then the Taoist priest told me that there was a person with more advanced Taoism who wanted to take me as his disciple, so he changed his master to practice. I also took his surname Ning.
Next to the Taoist priest surnamed Ning, there was a young man who looked delicate and pretty but was actually very dull. He called his junior sister solemnly, and he reluctantly responded.
She recalled those things and gradually remembered everything that happened in the imperial city.
Inner demons and illusions…
This term suddenly burst into her consciousness, and she suddenly opened her eyes. The veil covering her eyes seemed to disappear, and her smart eyes became black and white again.
She saw the young man in white who was close to Chi Chi and put his finger between her eyebrows.
"Senior brother..." Ning Xiaoling called tentatively.
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, take action and kill it."
"Yes, senior brother!"
Ning Xiaoling's expression perked up, she took a deep breath, her mind moved, and she swung a sword between her fingers.
That was the sword that the Taoist priest used to slash the mountain demon to the ground with his lacquered golden peach wood sword.
With a thought, she slashed out the sword exactly as it was. The divine will of this sword was several times stronger than that of the old Taoist priest back then.
But as soon as the peach wood sword touched the mountain demon, it sank into its body. After the peach wood sword was swallowed up, the mountain demon's body became a little bigger, and its expression became more ferocious.
"How could this happen..." Ning Xiaoling looked panicked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Keep thinking."
Ning Xiaoling nodded subconsciously. She tried her best to calm down, her fingers trembled, white light sharp shadows emerged one after another, and she struck out one sword after another.
Although she didn't really learn any skills back then, she followed her master many times to various wealthy families to slay demons, and she also saw the sharp and sharp demon-slaying swords many times. Those swords were imprinted on her one after another. In the sea of consciousness, after years of polishing, it has turned into countless sharp lines, each of which seems to be sharp enough to cut through gold and jade.
She narrowed her eyes, used her finger as a pen, and danced in the air, as if she were painting in the void.
Every time a ray of sword energy fell, the lines in her heart seemed to lose their edge and become a little darker.
Those sword energies cut into the mountain demon's body like a knife cutting through leather, cutting its body to pieces.
The mountain demon's pupils turned into scarlet blood.
However, its body grew larger and larger. After being sharpened with sword after sword, it actually changed from a skinny wild monkey to the appearance of a giant ape.
The more Ning Xiaoling cut, the more frightened she felt. The figure was getting closer and closer, like a black cloud, intertwined with lightning and thunder.
She suddenly realized that if she was defeated in this inner demon tribulation, it would not be as simple as falling into a bad situation. The monster lurking in the dark would actually kill her and refine herself into its puppet.
That is true vitality, complete and irreversible.
But with her current methods, even if Ning opens her eyes for a long time, she still can't kill the inner demon.
The fear and inner demons in his heart waxed and waned, causing this mountain demon, which was not originally powerful, to unleash an unstoppable momentum.
Ning didn't take back his hand for a long time. He stared into Ning Xiaoling's eyes and said seriously: "Recall carefully...Have you exhausted all the swords in your memory? Which one is the most powerful in your heart?"
Ning Xiaoling covered her head with one hand and looked painful, "I... I really can't remember..."
Her lips were almost pressed into a line, and there was no blood on her face. The mountain demon had already passed over Ning Changjiu's head, and slowly struck her with a palm as heavy as a thousand pieces.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time and said nothing.
He wanted to break the sword for Ning Xiaoling, but unfortunately he was not the protagonist of the inner demon calamity.
Ning Xiaoling rubbed her temples painfully, trying to find something from all the memories.
The claw wind had fallen, and Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but let out a short scream. She felt that her scalp was about to explode, and the biting cold went down like a chisel, nailing all her joints.
At a certain moment, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes widened, and her eyes reflected the creepy face of the mountain demon that was almost close to her face.
And in that shadow, suddenly there was a light like a rainbow hanging in the sky.
"I saw it..." Ning Xiaoling murmured, she raised her hand and crossed it gently.
Ning Jiujiu's tight fingers left her forehead, and the young man breathed a long sigh of relief.
It was a sword light gushing out like spring water, spanning the entire room, and everything it touched melted into this snow-like color.
That was the sword Lu Jiaoyou slashed at Mr. Xueyu at the entrance of the imperial palace that day.
At that time, that sword illuminated the sky of the imperial city, making every raindrop shine like a shining silver needle. It also illuminated the girl's eyes that were looking up at that time, adding a touch of bright longing to her empty heart.
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"Senior brother, can I be as powerful as this in the future?"
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"Brother, please don't lie to me."
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"Hey, what if one day I accidentally choose the wrong path?"
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"Senior brother..." Ning Xiaoling's lips trembled, she was too excited to speak.
Thousands of miles long rainbow pierces through the sky.
This was a sword she could not imagine in the past.
Because she couldn't imagine it, she couldn't draw it until death came, and the huge fear ignited the blood in the girl's heart. She finally mustered up the courage to look directly at the brightest sword light she had ever seen in her life.
The only difference is that this light now has seven colors.
"What a beautiful rainbow." Ning Jiujiu sighed.
Above their heads, a rainbow bridge passed, leading to nowhere, and the mountain monster melted into the colors that seemed like the sky cleared after rain.
Ning Xiaoling smiled happily and wiped the sweat from her forehead. But in the fantasy world of inner demons, where could real sweat come from
"Senior brother, thank you." At this moment, the girl still looked like she was seven or eight years old. She bowed with her hands folded, seriously and respectfully.
Ning Changjiu smiled and rubbed her hair, accepting it calmly.
"Thank you for marrying me, sister." Ning Xiaoling clasped her hands together and said silently.
Ning Jiujiu looked outside the door and said, "Don't take it lightly, that old demon fox is still hiding in this city."
"Ah." Ning Xiaoling called softly and immediately cheered up: "Yes! I will be vigilant."
Ning took a long look at the increasingly brighter sky, and realized in his heart that when the sun comes out completely and shines on the whole city, then the inner demons will disappear, and then...
Ning Xiaoling also thought about it, and she said in fear: "If it keeps hiding, then after it gets out, I won't be able to snatch it!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently. The realm of the demon seed was too high, and it was difficult for Ning Xiaoling to take the initiative in the body. In this inner demon tribulation, the meaning of the realm is just to allow those who overcome the tribulation to stay better awake and stronger. With his determination, even Ning Xiaoling, with his help, was able to slash out that heaven-shaking sword.
So at this moment, the demon species is deliberately avoiding her, just waiting for the end of this inner demon tribulation before they can compete again.
"Senior brother... what should I do?" Ning Xiaoling asked nervously.
Ning Jiujiu patted her shoulder and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, leave everything to me."
As he spoke, he walked towards the outside of the house.
Above this world, a little girl floats silently. Her figure is slender but graceful, like a soft dream woven by a poet from the clouds. Her childish eyebrows are lightly drawn, and her ice-covered eyes seem to have thousands of stars flickering, like the Milky Way. The belt was wrapped around the crook of her elbow, and her flawless skin was the purest white with a light luster like rouge.
She was only about twelve or thirteen years old, but her eyes looking down at the city seemed to have seen the changes of spring and autumn for hundreds of years. If she grows up in the future, I don't know how beautiful it will be.
She looked at Ning Changjiu as he walked out of the house, curiously wondering what he was going to do. Then, the girl's eyes brightened slightly, with a sparkling luster.
"It's interesting."
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(Thanks to book friend Clannad for the reward. I owe you a chapter before adding more updates. 0/1)