Ning Jiujiu's eyes opened slightly.
The sky and the earth are windy.
The blood on his clothes has solidified, and the bloody robes are rustling in the wind. His breathing is weak, and his face is horrifyingly pale, but his arms are still bent, and his fingers are tightly clasped around the snow fox's body. .
The ecstasy, pride and joy of surviving the disaster in Xue Hu's heart had not had time to turn into real emotions, and then disappeared with the sword falling behind him.
She couldn't see the girl's face clearly, and she could only feel the bone-chilling coldness.
It was a sword with no thickness. It was incredibly thin, so it was also incredibly sharp.
Ning Jiujiu raised his neck with great difficulty, and stayed close to Ning Xiaoling for more than an hour. The red mark on his forehead was eye-catching.
And in his sight, a girl in black fell down with a sword. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could see the blurry figure, charming and graceful.
He knew who she was.
After one strike of the sword, Xue Hu's body cracked and her demonic nature collapsed.
She didn't know how Zhao Xiang'er did it, but she knew what was happening to her body, and her pupils were full of unwillingness.
The sound of broken glass sounded from time to time.
On the square Nine Spirits Platform, the fox's shrill howl echoed for a long time.
It wanted to kill Ning Jiujiu, but its arms could not exert any strength, because its body had been torn from the center, and its spiritual energy was pouring out like mercury. All the cultivation that should have been promoted to Ziting was in vain.
And the shattering sound just now was the sound of the demon species breaking.
In mid-air, an illusory shadow slowly emerged.
It was an old man in blood-red clothes. He stood halfway in the air, with fireworks blazing on one sleeve, glaciers hanging down from one sleeve, and eight tails slowly swaying behind him.
Red Tail Laojun!
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him, with no trace of surprise or fear in her eyes, as indifferent as a god.
The red-tailed old man also didn't look at her.
He turned around and took one last look at the city that had suppressed him for hundreds of years. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
But on the sea of clouds, the aftertaste of the word "walk" had faded away. The Soul Swallower pushed aside the clouds and mist, revealing his huge head again.
It sensed that the spirit body it coveted had been taken away by someone else, and golden pupils immediately filled the empty eye sockets, like two huge golden pills.
And its realm continues to improve as it leaves the barrier of the world.
When the figure of the old fox was about to disappear completely like fireworks, he raised his head and saw the huge head.
The old fox thought that when he truly died, nothing in the world would stir up waves in his heart, but when he saw the skull protruding from the sea of ruins, his expression still changed.
Old friends meet suddenly.
"How... could it be you?" Old Fox muttered to himself.
The thoughts of five hundred years ago suddenly came out, and the outlines of those old almanacs of old events vaguely emerged, but they were filled with the smell of blood.
In that cataclysm five hundred years ago, mountains of corpses and bones were piled up, and seas of blood drifted. Humans and demons stood with their swords on the remains of their bodies, flowing through the pool of blood and blood. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were filled with corpses, bones, flesh and blood.
Under the highest mountain in the world, dozens of big demons were climbing hard. They were all demon kings standing proudly, but at this moment they were all climbers measuring the world with their hands and feet. Even they were not sure what was on the top of the peak. Waiting for myself.
At that time, Lao Hu did not expect that a betrayer would appear among them...
He hated the traitor so much that if it weren't for him, why would they all have their bodies smashed into pieces and suppress the human dynasty.
This hatred has not disappeared for five hundred years.
When he thought all hope was lost, he saw the betrayer again, but...
"Didn't you already ascend to the Immortal Palace... and you ended up like this?"
The old fox's thoughts were mixed, and in the high-speed thinking at the last moment of his life, a clear line was vaguely drawn.
He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the pitch-black head and the two pairs of horns. Many vague guesses from the past were connected together at this moment.
It turns out that this is the secret that the Twelve Hidden Kingdoms tried their best to hide. Five hundred years ago, the saint did not deceive them.
Just for a moment, it was the last moment of life.
The old fox laughed unconsciously, with a hint of mockery and a hint of relief.
His figure disappeared like fireworks.
As for the great demon on the sea of clouds, his intelligence had long since expired, so he never set his sights on this "old friend" from the beginning to the end.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but couldn't muster any strength.
Soul Eater…
This is the soul-eater that Ning Jiujiu told him. He said they were dead stars...
In the past, he had vaguely heard of some sayings about heavenly demons. According to the book, the existence of heavenly demons was the "tolerance" of heaven and earth, while the appearance of heavenly demons was the "mistake" of heaven and earth.
Now that I think about it, those demons are spirit eaters.
And every soul-devourer lingering in the cracks of the world had an unimaginably high state in the previous life.
If it comes to the world forcefully, who can resist it now
…
After the figure of the old fox disappeared, the giant tails of the snow fox also disappeared. The demonic nature attached to the innate spirit was eliminated, and the little fox returned to the size of a kitten. It lay on Ning Xiaoling's shoulder, with almost no trace of anything. The weight has fallen asleep.
Ning Xiaoling's body softened and she bumped into his chest.
Ning Jiujiu coughed violently. He wanted to support his junior sister, but his arms could only hang down weakly, so their bodies collided with each other.
And the spirit-swallowing one had already locked Zhao Xiang'er to death.
It was attracted by the Nine Spirits, but the Nine Spirits that should have been at its fingertips were snatched away by a little girl. It couldn't help but become angry. A pair of sharp claws penetrated the sea of clouds and wanted to crush Zhao Xiang to death. Son.
"Run!" Ning Jiujiu tried his best and yelled.
He knew that although the soul swallowers were powerful, if they wanted to forcefully enter a world to kill people, it would be the same as ordinary people diving into the water to catch fish. The power of human beings is countless times greater than that of a grass carp, but if they dive into the water and breathe, At the end of the day, you have to leave the river.
Now the spirit swallower is a human being, the world is a sea, and Zhao Xiang'er is a fish in the sea.
As long as she dives into the deepest water, when the soul-eater has to leave this world, she can survive.
But Ning Jiujiu didn't know that at this moment, Zhao Xiang'er's Zifu Qi sea was riddled with holes, and he couldn't use any means of escape. Only then did Lu Jiaojiu react, and she rushed with her sword at an extremely fast speed. Go to Jiulingtai.
But even if she takes away Zhao Xiang'er with her sword, it doesn't make sense, because the "bottom of the lake" is too shallow, and the realm of the spirit swallower has reached above the five realms, and the entire Zhao country is in its hands. And destroy things.
With the death of the national master, the restrictions around Jiulingtai no longer existed. Many soldiers and people in the imperial city gathered over. They either came to join in the fun, or they really wanted to do something for Zhao Guo, but When the head of the soul-devourer burst out of the clouds, the huge fear and pressure made everyone kneel to the ground.
It was nearing the end of autumn, and the sunset came very early. The vast sea of clouds was now covered with a faint glow. If there were no clouds blocking it, you could see the burning embers on the horizon.
Zhao Xiang'er was dressed in extremely thin black clothes, with divine birds flying beside her. The long sword in her hand skimmed the ground, leaving a gradual sword mark.
She looked at the soul-eater and knew that she had no chance of escape.
Above the Five Paths... What an unimaginable realm is that
Mom, I tried my best.
She sighed softly, even if life and death were not a concern, the regret in her heart would always be difficult to erase.
She suddenly walked up to Ning Changjiu, took off her headband, let down her long hair, lowered her head slightly, and drooped her eyelids. She bowed to the young man who was still kneeling on the ground in front of her and bowed deeply, feeling deeply blessed. body.
She is the most noble Highness of the Zhao Kingdom and the daughter of the Son of God. This is a courtesy she has never performed.
After that salute, Zhao Xiang'er turned his back and walked in the direction of the soul-swallowing one.
That was also the direction where the setting sun was, where the girl had glimpsed countless bubble-like beautiful worlds.
On the Jiuling Platform, the never-ending wind blew past my face, causing my cheeks to hurt.
All the organs are exhausted, and death is as good as death.
It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly understood that she had never truly lived for herself for more than ten years.
She has been chasing that fiery red dress behind the golden veil. Even if death is coming, she just wants to use death to prove her courage and fearlessness.
She paused, looking at her thin and broken black outfit, and regretted not changing into a gorgeous dress today.
Zhao Xiang'er suddenly laughed, and her slender and beautiful back looked increasingly desolate in the dusk.
Her thin lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something to the world, but also seemed to just say it to herself.
Ning Jiujiu, who was behind her, could vaguely hear it.
"Fifteen years ago, the army of the State of Gui invaded the country. Outside the Shahe River, all the strong men died. After seventeen days of negotiation, 600 miles of the country were finally cut off, and Zhao lost his land, so I am named Xiang!"
…
These words reached Ning Changjiu's ears, the sound was like thunder.
The door of memory exploded, and the light and shadow buried deep revealed its original appearance.
"Are you sure you don't want this marriage letter?"
"I have long been willing to devote myself to the Tao and ignore the secular world."
"Hey, why is the little junior brother so rigid and boring, not going to meet that girl? Tsk tsk, the second senior brother has given you advice, and that little girl has a beautiful woman, and the most important thing is that she can always cause trouble. Make some noise, senior brother, I think your cultivation is mediocre, life needs surprises like this as seasoning."
"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but I really have no interest in sexual matters."
"Believe me, senior brother, give it a try, or you will regret it sooner or later. Junior brother, let me tell you, two days ago, when I was ordered to protect my future sister-in-law, I saw her standing alone on the high platform, talking about herself The origin of the name moved even me. Well, at that time, senior brother, I thought, if you, little junior brother, were by your side, this scene could be included in the painting."
"No matter how beautiful she is, can she be as beautiful as the scenery on the avenue?"
“…”
The man carrying the knife was speechless and gave himself a chestnut.
…
On the high platform, the huge body of the Soul Devourer was pressing down like a mountain, and its giant hand also stirred up huge wind waves, slowly coming towards him.
"The soil with the character "Xiang" is the 600 miles of national land that Zhao lost."
"This is the shackles I was born with..."
The girl slowly raised her sword, and the dark sparrows surrounding her body emitted bursts of mournful cries, and her flying black hair was like a flock of crows flapping their wings in the sky at dusk.
She smiled suddenly, and her last murmur disappeared in the wind.
"My name is Zhao Xianger."
"I am His Highness Xiang'er..."
The huge palm rolled over like a never-ending wheel.
…
"don't want!"
At that moment, Ning Changjiu's heart suddenly lifted, and he shouted hoarsely, but his words were swallowed up by the strong wind and no trace of them could be heard.
The huge feeling of powerlessness was like a drowning person choking water into his body bit by bit. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the silhouette, suddenly feeling huge grief.
All the trump cards have been exhausted, and the lowly realm that has not yet entered the mysterious realm cannot provide the slightest strength.
In his previous life, his cultivation was so smooth that he almost never encountered difficulties or bottlenecks, but now it was the first time that he had such a desire to be strong.
So what if it were above the Five Paths? If it were me in the previous life, this...
But what if
Zhao Xiang'er raised the long black sword with a lonely figure behind her.
When that big hand came over, Lu Mariani rushed past her with her sword and ran towards Zhao Xianger's position.
But Ning Chang's eyes were ashen as death, and he knew that this was just another life.
"well… "
When that big hand was about to crush everyone on the high platform like ants, a sigh sounded.
That was not Ning Changjiang's sigh, nor was it the sigh of Zhao Xianger and Lu Jianmian, but the rather helpless voice of a man.
Ning Jiujiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind went blank for a moment, but his eyes seemed to be resurrected.
"I still have to come out... Tsk, tsk, at the age of sixteen, I attracted a soul-devourer of five or more realms. Fortunately, Master, I haven't found the closed disciple for a long time, otherwise he would end up with a trouble-making wife like you." , our little Taoist temple will probably have to be demolished by you girl."
Familiar voice, familiar tone, this is...
Second senior brother!
Ning Jiujiu leaned against the junior sister in his arms, looking ahead with trembling eyes, and shed tears unconsciously.
That big black hand never made an inch forward.
A blazing light lit up in the sky above Jiulingtai. At first, it was an extremely thin line of fire, crossing the sky at a uniform speed. But as the man's voice sounded, the line of fire began to accelerate, like a calligrapher's concave After the obtuse angle, he stroked freely, and the line of fire turned into a blazing white color. The blazing white edge was restrained, and the center line condensed into silver grey, but the edge was full of light, burning the space into red and twisting it a little bit. Peeling off, like withered embers of fire.
In front of the line of sight, it looks like a line, a straight line. If it is drawn with the help of a ruler, it will be so straight that no flaws can be found.
If you look down from above, it is an arc, a mysterious and almost perfect arc. At the edge of the arc, the space begins to collapse and collapse inch by inch. Amidst a series of thunderous sounds, the arc is no longer pure beauty. Instead, it has the decisive meaning of cutting everything and shattering the world.
From the beginning and end of that arc, everything happened in a very short period of time, but Ning Changjiang felt that it was extremely long.
Of course he had seen such a knife before, and it was a knife he would never forget in his life.
This is the second brother’s sword!
The senior sister once commented on the second senior brother's sword skills in front of him, saying that he was rough, open-minded and unkempt, but the sword he cut looked like the embroidery of the girl from Xiaojiabiyu, which was unsightly.
Of course, the second senior brother would never dare to talk back.
But how could Ning Changjiu think that this was an ugly sword? It was the most unique sword light he had ever seen in his life. It was the same in the previous life and it is the same now.
The vast sea of clouds was split apart by a sword, and pushed towards the outside of the imperial city by two sword winds. In the sky, the huge body of the soul-devourer was revealed. Only his mountain-like body was exposed, and every piece of it was exposed. His muscles were like huge and hard rocks, and his body was stuck at the junction of the two worlds. The junction was gleaming like colored glaze.
And his thick arm had been chopped off with a knife, the cut was smooth, the arm dropped, and turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in mid-air.
A man wearing a slightly whitish rough Tsing Yi stood in the air. The sleeve of his left hand hung down sharply, revealing half of the red lacquered scabbard. The sleeve on his right was rolled up to the crook of his arm, revealing his strong muscles. He was holding a sword in his hand. The long sword is bright and sharp.
It was a large sword. The bronze blade was perfectly rounded, the blade curved smoothly, and the blade was pure and bright. The back of the blade was about half the width of a thumb, suitable for chopping.
The man grinned, stomped his feet, and rose up from the ground, instantly reaching the sky. He did not forget to look back at the girl in black and said: "My sister-in-law has the grace of my senior sister when she was young. It's a pity but also a blessing." Ah, I don’t know where my junior brother is in the world, so I can’t marry you back to you.”
Amidst the hearty laughter, a knife slashed down, and straight white light penetrated from top to bottom. If the soul swallower was a painting with mountains of ink, then this was the extremely disharmonious white line in the center of the painting paper.
But this white line not only destroyed the artistic conception of the painting, but also directly tore the entire painting from the middle.
The huge sound was like bones being crushed or rocks collapsing. The soul-devourer let out a painful wail and wanted to stretch out his other hand to grab the man who dared to use the knife, but his hand finally froze in mid-air. Because its body has been torn from it, the seemingly indestructible body turned into quicksand-like aura and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Those spiritual energies will slowly gather together and turn into demonic clouds, becoming the rain that nourishes the entire Zhao Dynasty.
But at this moment, the clouds were coming, the rain had not yet arrived, Lu Marian was supporting the girl to stand, and Zhao Xiang'er seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and gently fell into her arms.
Behind him, Ning looked ahead blankly for a long time, and suddenly understood everything.
It turned out that the familiar aura he sensed in the Imperial City these days was never that of a junior brother or younger brother, but the second senior brother who had already ascended to the Immortal Court in his memory.
But after ascending to the Immortal Palace, it is impossible to return to the human world. Why did the second senior brother appear in front of me again...
"Ha...it turns out..."
Ning laughed silently for a long time.
He got it, he got it all.
I have been Ning Changjiu from beginning to end. This seemingly silly little Taoist priest has not lived the life I experienced after meeting my senior brother. In my previous life, I somehow reversed the time after death. Before I died, I returned to the world. into the body.
The foolish young man, the pure-hearted young man who cultivated Taoism, and now the young man covered in blood.
It's all about Ning Jiujiu, and it's all about myself.
And Zhao Xiang'er was the fiancée he rejected when he was sixteen years old.
"Senior sister, you once said that outside the hidden country, people cannot be resurrected after death, but it turns out... life can be restarted... "
He raised his head, and saw that the sunset was like blood, and the remaining clouds swallowed the sky.
The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a pale red mist.
This is the sunset of Zhao State.
It was also the sunset he accidentally caught sight of when he was sixteen years old.
…
(End of Volume 1: A Glimpse of the Vermilion Bird: Burning Heaven and Fire)
(PS: Happy 22nd birthday to myself.)
(Thanks to book friend Zhu Xiaosan zxs for the late night tip~)