Si Ming stood on a high platform, under the silver hair of the ink robe, the endless land and city held her high, and the black night within reach melted into her cold pupils, and when she overlooked the Broken City, it seemed that she was about to engulf the entire Xiongcheng.

Si Ming's words were still slowly ringing.

In her clear Dao heart, a faint shadow suddenly flashed, like a mosquito skimming the water, fleeting.

She immediately turned on her authority and turned back her time.

Back in time, she stared at the mirror-like heart lake, but saw nothing.

The night breeze on her face poured into her robe with coolness, making her body even colder.

"Is it wrong......" she thought silently, what was going to happen after today meant too much to her, and she was unwilling to let go of any hint that could be a distraction.

Her gaze slowly scanned the crowd and eventually found nothing.

Also, they must be too suspicious, in addition to the damn boy who is still making shrunken turtles outside the ice field at the moment, how dare they come?

She withdrew her gaze, and her Dao heart was like water again.

And at the end of the crowd, the shadow of the black feather in the ink robe disappeared silently like a scorched water mark, and he didn't know where he went, when he disappeared, the eyes hidden in the black robe looked at Si Ming indifferently, and said two syllables in obscure words:

"Guilty. ”

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It was the most important day in Broken City, and the Temple of the Gods opened its doors to all the royal families.

Before Shi Yuan, Si Ming erected ten extremely long copper lamps on lampposts, the flames were not orange and red, but like burning crystals, glowing with blue flames, just like the pious waiter who held the candle before Shi Yuan.

This is the array of lamps set up by Si Ming, and those flames are not burning candle oil, but gray-white, materialized time.

Si Ming can use this bronze lamp as a puppet and lend his authority to them temporarily, so that his laws can spread to more people and fields.

She stood in front of Shi Yuan, with her back to everyone, the door of Shi Yuan had been opened, and the sunken plane fell in front of her eyes, her figure in front of the gate of Shi Yuan seemed so small, but she took away all the attention, the silk silver hair, the ink-dyed black robe, were all beautiful like a mythical description.

The disciples of the royal family gathered at the door feverishly, not to mention the man, even if many girls saw her, they couldn't retract their gaze for a long time.

"Let's get started. Si Ming's sleeves moved without the wind, and she stepped aside, standing outside the ten bronze lamps, the crystal flames of which were the same color as her eyes.

Thus began the summoning of the royal family.

The first ten people to arrive stood nervously at the entrance of Shi Yuan, their rituals were simplified, and after a short chanting, they were directly poured blood into Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan moved more than once, it seemed that he had never encountered such a thing, and even the whole hall began to shake, and the people who were originally excited immediately panicked, but fortunately, Si Ming stood like a needle of the sea god, and at the beginning of the shaking of the main hall, she stretched out her palm, pressed down gently, and everything returned to calm.

On Shi Yuan's light curtain, ripples formed a pattern, shaking in circles.

A translucent spirit emerges from it, either flying or crawling, or climbing and leaping, and then molded into the complete form of life, which is tainted with divinity and ferocity, and they are hoarse and grinning, and their eyes are constantly sweeping in all directions.

Just as the ministers wanted to move the formation to erase their ferocity so that these royal descendants could subdue them one by one, Si Ming frowned slightly and stretched out his finger to the void.

More than ten candles are bright.

Step back in time.

Back to before the summoning.

Blood was thrown back into the abyss.

One by one, the gods crawled out.

Si Ming looked at the ten brand-new gods that had crawled out again, his expression softened a little, and he nodded.

No one in the room noticed any sign of turning back time, and the same was true for the Minister.

Her Dao realm is stronger now than it was during the Battle of Snow Gorge that day.

The Counsellor activates the Great Array to erase the ferocity of the gods, and the monks of the royal family can suppress them one by one.

After the first batch, the second group was followed.

Si Ming stood silently and watched, if the ten gods were too weak, she would activate the authority, make time go back and re-draw, and sometimes one of the ten people summoned a powerful spirit, and the rest were crooked melons and cracked dates, she would condense that person's time, let the rest of them start over, and so on, until she was satisfied.

Shi Yuan's light curtain kept flashing, it was like a huge ant queen, constantly giving birth to one creature after another, and in the time abyss, the hourglass world was repeatedly reversed at high speed, the original time sequence had been disordered, and in the remnant head of this god lord, countless spirit threads were scurrying like electricity, as if they wanted to turn this dead god lord into a dead madman.

It's just that even if the abyss turns the world upside down, she doesn't care.

She had never thought of such a thing as the resurrection of the Divine Lord.

In the past, even under one person, she was still a servant of God, she believed that she was not servile, so she was unwilling to resurrect the so-called master, her authority was not fate, but she believed that the so-called fate had given the choice to herself.

She wants to be her own god.

Si Ming stared at the abyss lightly, her face was full of cold arrogance, she recalled the time of the high temple seven hundred years ago, the stars were born and died in the palm of the hand, all the souls survived and died in one thought, the ancient seals of the divine scriptures floated out one by one, turned into a ribbon around the body, and the complete corona majestically crossed the temple, recording the most accurate time in the world.

But everything is gone.

Si Ming looked at Shi Yuan, whether she was tapping her fingers, going back in time, tampering with the gods, and there was a limit to the number of times she could go back, sometimes even if she had reached the limit, Shi Yuan could not get out of a decent god, which would also make her calm Dao heart a little annoyed.

Is that bad luck for you?

Well...... It must be Shi Yuan's problem.

Finally, from early morning to dusk, all the royal families finally finished summoning the spirits. It's just that the gods summoned in it are obviously getting weaker and weaker.

In this regard, Si Ming also appeased everyone, she said that she has a set of exercises that specialize in cultivating summoning spirits, and as long as she cultivates at that time, no matter how weak the spirit is, she can finally cultivate to be extremely powerful, comparable to the real gods.

The people of the royal family were in awe of this goddess who descended by the destiny of heaven and was born in response to the fortune of the gods, and they were even more convinced of her words, and they were grateful to Dade.

Si ordered everyone to be sent away, and the Spirit Hall returned to cold silence, and she stood in the center of the main hall, her quiet face could not hide her exhaustion.

She slowly walked out of the main hall.

At this moment, the door of the temple was only one line open, just enough to accommodate her slender and tall figure.

This royal city is already a wheat field, and before the winter comes, she can harvest it all and make it her own nourishment.

But for some reason, she always wanted to cross the ice field and meet Ning Chang and Ye Di.

She didn't know what they were doing.

Only by seeing can you feel at ease.

Then go and see the "wheat" before it is ripe.

Thinking so, Si Ming pushed the door open.

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Separated by the ice field, it is a battle of time.

Ning Chang practiced Shura Shenlu every day, his bones became heavier and heavier, his body became stronger and stronger, and one day when he pushed the door and stepped out, his feet fell lightly, and he stepped out of a sunken pit on the ground, and his spiritual power became stronger and stronger, and he could already extinguish the flames, muddy the water tank, and even penetrate the stone by relying on his gaze.

What made him feel the most strange was the layers of golden lotus flowers in his body.

This lotus flower floats on the sea of qi, shining brightly, and the golden crow likes to use the lotus as a boat, slowly floating in the huge sea of qi.

The Sword Sutra said in a word: "You are no longer and less like a person. ”

Ning Changjiu asked, "Why?"

Jian Jing said: "It may be difficult for you to perceive it yourself, but when you cultivate this method, your body is also subtly changing, and at this moment, your body is more like an ancient god who has cultivated as a human. ”

Ning Chang nodded and said, "Maybe." ”

The Sword Sutra said: "There is one more thing I can't figure out, these eighty-one exercises, no matter which one they are, they are not very powerful when taken out alone, why are they blended together, but they have such the ability to turn decay into magic?"

Ning Chang said: "Because the person who wrote this exercise is a real genius. ”

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra was curious, "Do you know who wrote it?"

Ning didn't answer for a long time, but he had an answer in his heart.

The second senior brother once told him that ninety percent of all the secret cultivation methods in the meditation were written by the master, and one percent was studied and compiled by the senior brothers and sisters.

At that time, Ning Changjiu sighed at the strong creative enthusiasm of the master.

Now it seems that the classics created by the master are not only abundant, but also every one of them is a masterpiece that is not born in the world......

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra didn't wait for an answer, so he guessed to himself: "I see your expression, could it be that you are another woman?"

Ning was stunned for a long time and asked, "How do you know?"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra sighed, "Could it be some peerless beauty?"

Ning didn't remember the appearance of his master for a long time, he only remembered that night when the jade clothes and snow shadows, the sword light swallowed the sky, and the long-lost face was like a bright moon in the water.

The inspiration of the Sword Sutra was affected by his mood fluctuations, and he was amazed: "It can't be really a woman, right?

Ning Changjiu sneered: "Aren't you unswervingly in favor of marriage?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered back: "Is it useful for me to support anyone? If I support Si Ming's little girl, can you still take her down?"

Ning Changjiu said lightly: "Sooner or later, I will meet it, in this world now, there are only three chess players, and only one of us can go out." ”

Blood Feather Jun, who was originally standing tall on the trunk of the tree with his head held high, wearing a flower crown, heard the discussion here, and also flew over, and said regretfully: "Hey, what this Sword Sutra says is really not a brain, even if Uncle Ning sees the color and lets go of Si Ming, can our Highness let her go?" Is the majesty of the main palace a child's play?"

These days, after it proclaimed itself the god of light, it has entered the drama very deeply, and at the moment its voice is also cold and monotonous, with an inexplicable magnetism.

And its feathers, which had been peeled off, were also plumped again after a month of cultivation, and it gradually cherished the feathers that it originally thought was ugly.

Hearing the word His Highness, Ning Chang sighed silently.

He thought of his two appointments with her.

Their apprentice's one-year appointment was approaching, and he was destined to be in time to return.

But it's okay, Ding Leshi's stupid boy is not the opponent of the scheming little girl, and he doesn't have to be sneered at by Zhao Xianger after losing, although his current strength is not what it used to be, but he doesn't dare to make a move with Zhao Xiang'er, that Zhao girl is a good hand in terms of being strong when he is strong.

Shao Xiaoli's sword training figure standing in the distance paused for a moment, and cast a gaze here, she knew that the topic that could interest the red-headed chicken was women...... Well, the eldest woman, what kind of elegance should it be?

In the evening, Ning Chang went to look for Ye Jie, pretending to ask a few difficult questions about the Shura Divine Record, so that he could let down his guard.

And Shao Xiaoli was in the grass hut, cooking a large pot of snow horned beast broth, which was Blood Feather Jun's favorite, but when it was about to come to the house to eat, it was stopped outside by Shao Xiaoli.

"Magnanimous Queen Niangniang, what are you doing here, are you trying to embarrass the God of Light?" Blood Feather Jun raised his head, looking at the girl with his hands on her hips, begging to go in.

Shao Xiaoli said: "Do you want to eat?"

"Isn't that nonsense......"

"Hmm...... Have you known the boss for a long time?"

"Yes...... It's not long or short, Uncle Ning and I, although we met in Pingshui, we hit it off at first sight. ”

"Okay, tell me about him and His Highness, and I'll give you meat to eat when I'm done. Shao Xiaoli talked about his conditions.

Blood Feather Jun smelled the smell of hot meat in the room, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, then let's make a long story short......"

Blood Feather Jun exaggerated what happened in the imperial city, and said that the old fox battle was earth-shattering and majestic, and he also shaped himself into a god who shared life and death with Ning for a long time, but Shao Xiaoli interrupted between his words: "I don't want to hear this, I just want to hear the story of the boss and that Zhao Xiang'er." ”

The girl's family just doesn't know anything!" Blood Feather Jun sneered in his heart, but said with a smile on his face.

Shao Xiaoli listened quietly, puzzled: "This is like it......? Isn't it just that we share weal and suffering, and am I not either...... What's the difference?"

Blood Feather Jun glanced at her figure outlined in her jinghai cloth skirt, and hesitated to speak: "There are always many differences between people, and the Queen of God may realize it one day." ”

Shao Xiaoli is not stupid, she looked at its eyes, and suddenly understood the meaning of the words, and directly buckled the broth on its head, and said indignantly: "Men are perverts!"

Blood Feather Jun was drenched in broth, angry and heartbroken, and wanted to teach this girl a lesson, but as soon as it made a move, Shao Xiaoli took out his sword like lightning and flint and put it against its chicken neck, "Hmm? What do you want to do with a red-headed chicken?"

She sensed that Blood Feather Jun had a hint of attack.

Blood Feather Jun was also startled, it only then did it react, in the past month or so, this dead girl had already practiced swordsmanship to such a realm, and it was lax in patrolling every day, neglecting to practice, and the gap with her was getting bigger and bigger.

Before I knew it, I was at the bottom of the team.

"Heroine's life...... Blood Feather Jun wailed and was thrown out of the house, it sat on the grass, helplessly spread its wings, sucked the soup and meat slices scattered on its wings, and said with a bitter face: "Women are devils. ”

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The Southern Wilderness is located in the center of Nanzhou, with a wide range and surrounded by the Red River, where everything is white.

Since the birth of the Southern Wilderness for more than 500 years, there has been no shortage of monks exploring with swords, but the results are not very good. Nanzhou is located in a corner of the world, and there are very few truly famous cultivators, so for so many years, people have not learned much about this cursed land where pollution spreads.

Nearly halfway through the Year of the Sin King, the shadow cast in this kingdom of God finally came to this abyss.

The Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot come to the world in person, and he will not easily cast any shadow.

And at that time, the sin monarch was here, just because he sensed the breath of the nine infants.

Three thousand years ago, it was the same ancient god as Jiuying, and now the vicissitudes of life, the gods have disappeared, and the breath of the old man has reappeared, so he wants to come and see him again.

Then, he found that Nanzhou, which was born in the corner of the world and is full of barren mountains and mountains, seems to be far from being as simple as he imagined.

He had experienced the war of the fall of the gods, so he also knew the origin of the Southern Wilderness - this was also one of the ancient battlefields under the catastrophe.

In the history books of their gods, the earth-shaking war is an extremely rich stroke.

It was a history of the demise of the gods, many ancient gods who had lived for thousands of years and were extremely powerful and had not escaped the catastrophe, and at the same time, many demon beasts in the human world He cultivators had come from behind, and at that time, the entire human territory was dotted with hundreds of big demons and monks who had entered the Purple Court Realm, and they seemed to be carried by the heavens, and many of them had extremely talented existences, and the realm even surpassed those ancient gods who had been among the five realms for thousands of years.

It's a pity that they rose too fast and fell quickly.

And since the establishment of the Twelve Divine Kingdoms, it was also the first time that the Lord of the Divine Kingdom had fallen.

This is a truly earth-shattering secret, which only the big people of their level can know.

It was only when the Sin King saw this abyss that he realized that some of the things in the catastrophe of heaven and earth five hundred years ago seemed to be a little biased from what he remembered.

He stared at the abyss for a long time, and found that he couldn't even see through it.

The whole world is not the king's land.

What the Lord of God cannot see through is only existence at the same level.

After he returned to the kingdom of God, he activated the calculation of heaven, but he also did not get any results, as if there was a certain piece of history that had been tampered with and erased.

But no matter how big it is, as long as it does not violate the laws of heaven and earth, the kingdom of God should not pay attention to it.

It's just that even the Sin King never thought that this abyss had become an indelible shadow in his heart.

Half a year later, he finally came back and entered the abyss.

Even if it was just a projection, the laws of the abyss still couldn't imprison him in the slightest.

He easily came to this isolated city of the Broken Border, and saw the beautiful woman on the high platform, he could see through her laws, and he could guess her identity, but the more so, the more confused he became.

Confusion is a sentiment that should not exist for the almost omniscient and all-powerful Lord of God's kingdom.

He knew that this woman had been a priest.

A priest of one of the Twelve Kingdoms.

It's just that for some reason, she's now down to this.

There is only one guardian of the Twelve Divine Kingdoms every year, and there is no intersection with each other, so the Sin King cannot tell which divine kingdom she is.

Then he found that there were two bright stars in the north, and he knew that one of them belonged to the Heavenly King.

In that fallen kingdom of God, both the Divine Officials and the Heavenly Monarch are still alive.

He didn't immediately go to them to find the answer, because he found that the world was far more interesting than he thought, a feeling he hadn't felt in years he didn't know, and he wouldn't have set his sights on this place if it weren't for the Nine Babies reappearing.

Then, he discovered something even more bizarre.

His own realm has also been suppressed!

Although it is only a projection, who can suppress the realm of the Lord of God?

The Sinner looked to the sky.

The pupils in the black robe were also pitch black.

He figured it out instantly.

The only thing that can suppress the lord of one kingdom of God is another.

And the broken kingdom of God is above this world, and the change of day and night here is the "breath" of the broken kingdom of God.

He was now sure that that divine kingdom was one of the twelve divine kingdoms, otherwise he would never have the power to suppress his projection.

However, if there is a lack of a kingdom of God, heaven and earth will no longer be able to operate smoothly, why is it that the reincarnation of the kingdom of God has been alternating for hundreds of years, and no one has discovered the flaws in it?

The Sin Lord thought about this, and then held out his finger at the Celestial Dome.

"The sin of deceit. ”

The lord of the kingdom of God is supreme, and if he dares to deceive by means, he is deceiving the king.

This is his verdict.

The authority of the guilty ruler is "judgment."

He only needs to make a judgment on one thing, and he does not need who did it, once his judgment is issued, as long as it conforms to the laws of heaven and earth, it will fall on the person who started it like an inescapable destiny, and there is no mistake.

For example, if he sees a corpse on the ground, he only needs to pronounce the sentence "death to the murderer", and the murderer of the corpse will be punished by heaven immediately.

The four words of the crime of deceiving the king kept echoing in the vast sky.

Whoever deceives kings deserves death according to the law.

But the sinner did not get a response.

Today is the most difficult question he has faced since he became Lord of the kingdom of God.

He was almost certain that the people behind all of this were no less than his own.

He left Broken City and walked deeper, each looming of his body thousands of miles apart.

This is the ultimate in the rules of this world.

He crossed the ice in an instant, saw the rift, and reached into the gray liquid of time.

He watched as his hands were corroded rapidly, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

He held out his hand, his thoughts moving slightly, and everything was back to normal.

Beyond the rift is a stockade.

The Sin Monarch saw the Heavenly Monarch, and he found that this Heavenly Monarch was already the body of Shura.

Among the twelve oracles, Shura has no hope.

This is an edict issued 500 years ago, in order to suppress those ancient gods who have not died in the divine war, to prevent them from resurrecting and setting off the catastrophe of heaven and earth again.

He also met Ning Changjiu.

This is also a person with the body of Shura.

It's just that he has been reincarnated too many times, and the fault of five hundred years ago has torn too much history, and he has been suppressed by this heaven and earth, and he can't see his most primitive identity for the time being.

He couldn't see it, and in a sense, it was also a kind of deception.

However, the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the embodiment of the way of heaven, and he is not a demon in the world, and he cannot do anything that goes against the way of heaven.

So he needed an opportunity.

For example, if he asks the young man in white who you were in the first place, if the answer given to him is not correct, he can judge him as a matter of course.

The Sin King didn't go any deeper, he could already guess what kind of plane it was.

With the authority of the god lord, he looked down on everything as far as his eye could see, and the feathers on his black robe fluttered gently, like an edict.

This is a world that has been detached from the Lord of God's kingdom and from the original laws.

So whether it's the priest, the heavenly monarch, or the young man in white......

Everyone here is guilty and guilty of a different sin.

As long as it is a people who are out of jurisdiction, it is sin!

Before dark, the Sin King looked sideways, enjoying the emotions in his heart that had not sprung up in a hundred years, and they rose and fell like an unpredictable wave.

He will inaugurate the day of his judgment in this desolate country.

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