Ning Changjiu stood in the sea of fire. The demon-like flames were burning everything.
He looked through the red flames and found that the layout of the streets and houses didn't seem to be much changed. The city gate he had gone through was still closed. The relics of the Qianyu Palace were also burning in the fire. Everything in the fire was nearly transparently burned.
The shrine in front of which Zhao Xiang'er stayed was hanging in the sky. A staircase constructed by the flame was drooping. The staircase was like the path of atonement the evil people had to walk past barefooted in the fantasy stories. Even if Ning Changjiu's body was potent, when the fire came to him, he also felt a blast of indelible heat as if his skin were to be grilled into a thin and charred piece.
Ning Changjiu knew that these were all hallucinations. This world was not a real world. Nevertheless, when those flaming divine birds flew up in all directions, he wa
The killing sound rent the air.This was a road paved with corpses and blood. It was like a bloody carpet, extending from this long street to the whole imperial city. Even the endless fire couldn't burn it off.Ning Changjiu was still wearing white clothes with black hair, except that his body had turned golden. The golden color was like the newly cast bell in the temple.Holding the horn, he charged forward and fought with the ancient beasts. He became like a dauntless Sura bathed in the blood. All the splashed blood was ruthlessly slashed by him with the sword, followed by even more overwhelming blood sprays amidst continuous slaying.Currently, Ning Changjiu was not exerting any sword move but simply slashing and hacking. He didn't look sturdy at all but when he rushed into the crowd, he was like a strong giant bear.The endless killing was like a falling nightmare. Holding the sword, Ning Changjiu slew all t
"I showed concern for you. How can you fool me?" Zhao Xiang'er stared at his eyes with an angry face that featured puckered lips. Her collarbones were clearly shown and her glittering eyes were full of shame and resentment. The elegant dress of Qianzhexiang on her seemed to lose its luster and appear rather dull.Ordinary people would be rendered speechless with guilt and started apologizing with sweet words in face of her complicated eyes. However, Ning Changjiu said with determination, "Stop it. Didn't you coax me into coming into the imperial city?"Zhao Xiang'er bit her lower lip and argued, "I... I brought you here for a meal!"Ning Changjiu pointed at the wrecked godly state and said, "I brought you here for a tour."Zhao Xiang'er looked around and didn't know how to describe this world. It was more of a desolate space rather than a world. In this space, a sun seemed to have exploded. Above the relics of the buildings,
This scene used to actually happen.In the house of Ning Qinshui, when Ning Changjiu woke up, he saw Zhao Xiang'er pointing a saber at him. She raised several questions and asked him to answer honestly.The history that developed in spirals finally changed at the moment.Zhao Xiang'er's Qianzhexiang dress had disappeared as the world collapsed. Currently, she was still wearing a clean white cotton dress. Now, her cotton dress was tied with the red rope, clinging to her skin.The empress who used to be majestic and exalted was tied up like this on the bed.Zhao Xiang'er’s journey of cultivation was rather smooth. By now, she had even reached the realm of Purple Court, which could make her deemed as an immortal. Never had she suffered such aggrievances before.Luckily, she still could move. She sat up from the bed with difficulty. As she sat up, the rope on her became tighter. As a result, she couldn'
Ning Changjiu stopped and looked at the young girl next to him.Zhao Xiang'er stretched her arms with a cold face. Her white dress swayed like a flower. She looked rather reluctant."Okay," Ning Changjiu agreed in a tender voice and turned around. While reminiscing about him carrying her on the back before, he bent down.Zhao Xiang'er walked to him and clung her body to him slowly. She put her arms that were like lotus roots around his neck and wrapped her slim and tight legs around his waist. Because she was wearing a white dress, when her legs were wrapped around his waist, her dress was strained more tightly with the curves of her hips and waist beautifully outlined.Ning Changjiu only felt that her soft body pressed against his back and then a pointed and delicate chin clung to him. He reached out his hands and placed them on her slender thighs. Then, he lifted her a bit using his slight strength to make their bodies cli
Luoshen Peak went through a sunrise.In the silhouette, Ning Changjiu bent down. Zhao Xiang'er lay on his back gently with her arms around his neck. Ning Changjiu held her thighs and carried her on his back. Neither of them spoke. They just walked down the mountainous path quietly."Where are we going next?" Ning Changjiu asked.After going across the green and yellow mountainous path, Ning Changjiu looked at the vast wilderness. At the foot of the mountain, the plants were wet with dews. In a blink of an eye, his clothes were wet.Light shone through the trees into her eyes. With her eyes half-open, Zhao Xiang'er said gently, "Anywhere."Then, she picked a leaf and wrote something on the leaf. Then, she blew air on it. Instantly, the leaf flew up and swirled, flying in the direction of the state of Zhao.Then, Zhao Xiang'er seemed to be completely composed.She leaned against Ning Chan
Zhao Xiang'er's bedding palace was called Lingque Pavilion. It was constructed in a classic and tranquil style. The furniture was antiques made of fine wood. Two colorful paper lanterns were held by the maids dressed in the palace costume in the wall painting. The lanterns gleamed. In the dark golden halo, the bead curtain and valance were hanging quietly.This was a long night.Wearing a white robe, Ning Changjiu paced the bedding palace and fixed his eyes on the painting on the wall. He was attracted by the mounted letter. After staring at it for a while, he couldn't help saying with laughter, "I didn't expect that you'd still keep it."Zhao Xiang'er said with a nod, "Of course, this is one of the proofs of your crime. Don't try to erase it with ease."Ning Changjiu looked at the letter and gazed at the last line--"I hope the man will live long as he can, and Your Highness can gain longevity (Changjiu), too".
The grey mist wreathed the Ancient Spiritual Sect in the Central Land.This was the third month since Ning Xiaoling came to the Ancient Spiritual Sect. She stared at the Qi of dead spirits that appeared like dragons in the air and still felt unreal.The Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect specialized in swordsmanship. Unlike the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect, the Ancient Spiritual Sect contained more than one hundred kinds of magic skills including spirit controlling skills, swordsmanship, and alchemy involving ancient gods. Ning Xiaoling didn't major in swordsmanship she was most familiar with. Instead, she chose the path of dead spirits to hell.Living spirits died in the world anytime. The Ancient Spiritual Sect guarded the relic of Hades's mansion and monopolized most of the aura of hell. The other more than ten small sects coming here to cultivate this couldn't take a share of the spoils until they came to pay a visit with great sincerity every
Ning Xiaoling rose from the ground with difficulty.The snow around was still piled up. There was a nip in the air. She coughed several times and stretched herself. Surprisingly, she found that the injuries deep in the marrow were really recovered... She couldn't help thinking of the previous pain, her arms trembling."Miss..." Covering her chest, Ning Xiaoling looked in the direction where the benefactor disappeared and coughed several times.The spirit-teller looked somewhat dull and didn't come to her senses until she heard Ning Xiaoling's call."Who on earth... was that?" Ning Xiaoling thought of the silver-haired benefactor in black as well as her ethereally uttered words. Her benefactor's coming and going seemed a bit unreal for her.Well... Her body shape was so brilliant that all the women would admire her...Ning Xiaoling found it a shame that she had been too severely injured to thank her