Ke Wenzhou's sword was both a sword and a command.
After killing Ning Jiujiu, the divine sword made of starlight could not carry the sword power that had not been seen for five hundred years. It exploded in the sky and turned into the most gorgeous fireworks.
This firework exploded in the virtual realm, and from the perspective of the human world, it was already a large blur of light.
But Jiange, who was thousands of miles away, saw it.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at the suddenly bright night sky, took out her sword, walked into the courtyard, and shook the copper bell hanging from the sword.
The rest of the disciples also came to the courtyard one after another. Among the fourteen disciples of Jiange, there are still thirteen except Liu Xiwan. Now, Liu Junzhuo is the highest among the disciples of Jiange.
"The sword light shines in the night sky... Master's order has been issued, and the last days are coming." Zhou Zhenyue said.
Regarding the instructions given to them by the Sword Master, only Zhou Zhenyue knew the most completely.
Moreover, when the Sword Master gave her instructions, he did not just convey them in an ordinary way, but buried his consciousness in her mind. Only when the event really happened and her pupils saw it, would the memories hidden in the sea of consciousness follow. The awakening.
Liu Junzhuo asked: "What instructions did Master convey?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Master said that after the sword light bloomed in the night sky, the seventy-third cave of the Jiange was opened, where the sword power accumulated in the sword pavilion for five hundred years was gathered. All the disciples in the whole pavilion entered the cave to temper their bodies for forty-five days. Forty-five days later, we will set off together."
The disciples were confused and had various questions:
"Why forty-five days?"
"Let's set off together? Where are we going?"
"Where is Master now and what is he going to do?"
Zhou Zhenyue pressed her hands, stopped their questions, and said: "You don't need to do anything, just obey the master's sect. Now that the cave has opened, come with me... Forty-five days later, we will Set off to get there, when..."
Zhou Zhenyue hesitated for a while, but in order to stabilize the hearts of her disciples, she still chose to continue: "Then it will be the day when Master becomes a saint."
This sentence was simple, but it made the whole courtyard fall silent. Sanctification…these two words were a true wildfire that set their hearts ablaze.
As a result, the seemingly short days of forty-five days also seemed very long.
They no longer had any doubts, and all followed the instructions of the senior sister and entered the cave.
Senior sister stopped slightly and looked at Liu Junzhuo, "Junior sister?"
Liu Junzhuo came back to her senses slowly. She looked away from the sky where the light had faded. The woman closed her eyes and was silent for a while. She shook her head gently, picked up a lock of hair and said softly: "Well... it's nothing."
…
In the sky above Nanming, thunder and lightning suddenly cracked the sky, and the heavy rain was heavy.
Shao Xiaoli ran wildly in the heavy rain. In the white mist, it seemed that she was the only one left in the world.
Sometimes she ran wildly with her sword, and sometimes she fell into the mud... She couldn't maintain her mood, and the feeling of Taoist heart wandering made it impossible for her to maintain stability.
On the bank of Nanming, the girl controlled the sword with all her strength. She was exhausted and fainted on the ground.
The rainwater flowed into her mouth and nose, and Shao Xiaoli choked. She kept coughing, and suddenly felt fainting in her mind.
As she fainted, the recent dreams came to mind one by one, impacting the sea of consciousness, making her heart tremble.
She saw the winding river, the stockades on both sides of the river, and the small red building protected by water beads at the bottom of the river... In the end, it was her wearing a wedding dress, standing with a knife, facing the sunset. figure.
The memory flashed past, and in her heart, she suddenly remembered the Taoist method that her master asked her to practice.
She had been practicing this Tao method for several months from Duanjie City to Nanzhou. Today, a sense of resonance came to her mind, and she finally thought of the name of this Tao method - Luo Shen Fu.
This is her own Taoism.
In the heavy rain, Shao Xiaoli opened his arms.
After the trickle of Taoism flows through the body, it turns into a huge force that communicates with the heaven and earth.
The heavy rain gradually slowed down.
Then, all the raindrops became still in the air. They connected and condensed to form a complete river.
The river surged around her.
This is the complete Luohe.
To the world, the Luo River is the long river in the northwest, but to her, it is just a concept. The place where Luo Shen lives is the Luo River.
Luohe is named after her.
At this moment, Shao Xiaoli stepped into the five realms.
But she couldn't find a trace of joy. She looked at the empty sky above Nanming, and looked at the broken trees floating on the sea like a solitary boat, and she lost her mind for a long time.
Master...Xiao Li has reached the fifth level. Xiao Li is qualified to fight alongside you...
where are you…
At this moment, on the sea in Nanming, Lu Jianjiao, who was rushing up like crazy, was pressed by something on her shoulders. She came back to her senses, looked to her side, and found that it was the sun that had previously protected her from most of the damage. fragments.
She picked up the fragment and vaguely understood something.
Above, highest in the sky.
The sea of ruins that was cut open has gradually closed.
The sword master's shocking sword disappeared together with Ning Jiujiu's body.
Ke Wenzhou stared at the Xuhai. He won too easily, so he couldn't be sure whether he had really killed Ning Jiuchuan. He was silent for a moment, pushed out two fingers of his left hand, cut open the Xuhai again, and passed a sword energy to it. .
Then, his brows furrowed even more tightly,
The sea of ruins was empty, and Ning Jiujiu's body seemed to have disappeared!
…
Ancient Spirit Sect.
Ning Xiaoling was sitting on the throne. She felt the ripples in the sea of consciousness, and her body could not suppress the trembling.
In 'Tongxin', she heard her senior brother's instructions for the first time in a long time.
Regarding that instruction, she was not sure whether she could do it, she only knew that she had to do it.
In these days, Ning Xiaoling's consciousness has long established a connection with the Sea of Reincarnation. At this moment, she mobilized all her strength and almost integrated herself with it.
There seemed to be something lurking in the sea of consciousness, about to break through the thick darkness and burst out.
Ning Xiaoling's heart was beating wildly.
The sticky darkness was pierced, and something terrible emerged from it.
It was a dark feathered serpent.
It is real, or it may be a symbol of the Sea of Reincarnation.
The feathered serpent emerged from the darkness, stretched out its huge body, and tightly wrapped around her consciousness, intending to strangle and devour her and become the nourishment of the Ruins Sea.
Ning Xiaoling felt the pain of suffocation. Her consciousness was tightened and her body was swollen. She opened her mouth and tried hard to breathe air. At the same time, she raised her head and stared at the feathered snake's bloody mouth, and reincarnation. The demonic nature of the sea resists.
When people are on the verge of suffocation, many hallucinations will always flash through their minds.
The faces of master and senior brother flashed alternately, becoming increasingly blurry... Sister Xiang'er's heroic appearance, Sister Xueci's slightly evil smile, and Jiuyou's poems that she usually disliked so much also flashed in her mind. In the past, their voices and smiles were like needles pricking their skin, trying hard to stay awake.
"I am poor at the top and nine springs at the bottom. I am the only minister of mortals and underworld..."
"Senior brother, you... you are such a person!"
"I will bring my senior brother back even if I go down to the underworld!"
"Brother, let's live here from now on..."
“…”
Ning Xiaoling seemed to have touched the knife in the darkness. She didn't know where the knife came from, so she just held it and stabbed into the darkness in front of her!
Memories flowed backwards like a long river, returning to the moment when they first met in the blink of an eye.
The girl with a thin and pale face raised her head, her eyes flashed, wary and fearful. She raised her head, looked at the boy in white who was watching her, and asked:
"But...who are you?"
boom!
In the sea of consciousness, the roar of the feathered serpent sounded, and the girl trembled all over. Her arm and the blade slashed down, piercing the bones out of the opponent's flesh.
She didn't know if these were images in the sea or hallucinations, but it was also at this moment that, as Lord of the Underworld, she finally truly grasped the power of the Underworld - reincarnation!
Samsara Sea also truly recognized her at this moment.
The consciousness expanded at a high speed, crossing the void of the Sea of Reincarnation, and found the white figure in the huge ocean. The figure was as broken as a piece of cloth. Only the Qihai and Ziting were still intact - those were the sword spirit and the golden crow. A place to perch.
His physical body was dead, and his broken soul was floating alone as if it were far away from the ground.
Senior brother…
Ning Xiaoling's heartbeat kept accelerating, almost ringing in her ears.
"Reincarnation!"
She opened her hands and roared at the top of her lungs, her trembling voice almost hoarse.
The authority is activated at this moment. The Sea of Reincarnation that had been dormant for thousands of years finally woke up, and all the power of authority was poured into the body of the young man in white!
…
After the Sea of Reincarnation was activated, Ning's long-broken soul was reunited in it.
In the long darkness, Ning Xiaoling's snow-white trance held Ning Jiujiu's hand.
At this time, Ning Changjiang looked like a child.
"Mother?"
"No, I'm not your mother. You can call me sister."
"elder sister?"
"Um."
"What's your sister's name?"
"Well... Ning Xiaoling, your name is Ning Jiujiu, forever and ever."
It would be better to live forever... forever and ever...
Soon, Ning Changjiu's soul turned into that of a seven or eight-year-old boy.
"where are we going?"
"Go to a place where you can see the light. Follow your sister closely and don't get lost."
"What happens if I get lost?"
"If you get lost...my sister will be very sad."
The Sea of Reincarnation took the two of them up rapidly.
Ning Xiaoling's lucid state has not changed, but Ning Jiujiu has turned thirteen or fourteen in the blink of an eye.
"I've been having a dream lately."
"What did you dream about?"
"I often see a Taoist temple. It's very familiar. It's like I've lived there since I was a child. There are people inside, seven... no, eight people!"
"Well, my sister will take you there in the future."
"Sister...have you known me for a long time?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well... I always feel very friendly. In our previous life... were we husband and wife?"
"Well... yes, when Xiao Jiujiu grows up, do you want to marry your sister?"
"Forehead… "
The young man blushed and nodded imperceptibly.
The sea of samsara is rising faster.
Ning Changjiu is already a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old.
He and Ning Xiaoling held hands and looked above together.
"Are we arriving?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
"Yes." Ning Xiaoling nodded: "It's almost here."
"Actually, I remembered it all."
"What did you remember? Sister..."
Halfway through Ning Xiaoling's words, she saw that Ning Jiujiu had changed back to his original appearance. He was looking at her tenderly with a smile on his face.
"Sister?" Ning Changjiu smiled softly.
"Ah... Master, senior brother." Ning Xiaoling bit her lip, lowered her head, and seemed to be crying and smiling.
Ning hugged her for a long time.
"Xiao Ling is the one who has grown up." He said.
"Senior brother, you are not allowed to be injured so seriously in the future..." Ning Xiaoling choked slightly and said, "If you were injured more seriously, Xiaoling wouldn't be able to recognize you."
"Yes, senior brother, I promise you." Ning Jiujiu said.
The two hugged each other in silence.
At the end of the sea of samsara, Ning Xiaoling took the opportunity to kiss the side of his face and whispered:
"Senior brother, I got you back."
…
In the temple of the Netherworld Ancient Kingdom, at the gate behind the temple, the Sea of Samsara was noisy.
In the palace, the door was closed tightly, and the figures of Fish King and Jiuyou had disappeared.
The lonely red building stopped at the door of the Ancient Spirit Sect, the bronze divine horse disappeared, and the death row keel was put around Bai Zang's neck again. Siming hugged Bai Zang and waited in the small building. She stared at the table The ever-burning candle was extinguished, and the worry in the ice eyes was like thick fog.
At this moment, Ye Changong, whose hands and feet were cold, was standing at the gate of the Netherworld Ancient Kingdom. Her ill-fitting white dress seemed a little loose.
Jiuyou and Fish King looked at this uninvited guest nervously.
The petite girl stretched out her finger towards the closed door and tapped it gently.
There is a little bit of pure authority condensed on the fingertips.
life.
Ning Xiaoling's 'reincarnation' can bring Ning Jiujiu's soul out of the sea of ruins, and Ye Changong's 'life' can repair his broken body.
The door of the apse opened, and in the deep darkness, a white figure was lifted out by the current of the Sea of Samsara and fell gently into the hall.
The young man, dressed like snow, lay quietly in the middle of the hall.
On the throne of Netherworld, Ning Xiaoling also opened her eyes.
Her spirit experienced a short and hasty life in the sea of reincarnation.
The girl suddenly came to her senses and saw the young man lying in the hall. She immediately rushed to the young man's side.
In the hall where light and shadow swayed, a girl in a pear-colored dress knelt beside him and gently called his name.
In the Purple Mansion, in the Kingdom of the Golden Crow, at the ruins of the last divine pillar, a bright light suddenly rose, mixed with the scene before the collapse.
The scenes in the Divine Pillar overlap with what is happening in the Netherworld Temple at this moment!
For this world, going back twelve years does not exist, so he cannot make up for the logical loopholes in the original 'rebirth' pillar.
So, he might as well be reborn again.
This is the testimony of heaven and earth, a traceable rebirth!
The brand-new divine pillar is extremely bright. Together with the previous four pillars, it supports the entire divine kingdom without any flaws!
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the candlelight is flickering wildly.
In the Netherworld Temple, the boy who was supposed to be dead opened his eyes.
At the same time, on the Nanming Sea, the Sword Master, who was searching for nothing but put away his sword and was about to leave, stopped. He turned back and looked into the distance, as if facing a formidable enemy.