บททั้งหมดของ Beyond the Divine States: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

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

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'

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

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

The imperial city was coated with yellow fallen leaves.The street was paved with red cloth from the corners to the end. Red fiery bird kites flew to the sky with the autumn wind. In various stores, red lanterns were being made overnight. The patterns were delicate and festive. Thousands of bright lanterns would go to the sky late at night.Standing on the top of the imperial palace, Lu Jiajia looked into the distance and couldn't help recalling the scene of a sword shining half the city throughout the autumn rain.Back then, Blood Feather was blathering on the top of the city wall while the old fox was peeping at the bottom of the city.Everything seemed to be like yesterday...This was the eve of Zhao Xiang'er's wedding. The sun was shining brightly. The clouds in the sky seemed like continuous fishes. The autumn wild geese drifted away in the clouds. Viewed from the distance, the prosperous scenes were newly