All Chapters of Beyond the Divine States: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

The sound of sharpened swords rang out acerbically, like the sound of upper and lower teeth knocking and grinding together, piercing the eardrums with shudders.Along with the sound of sword sharpening, there are countless black qi, those black qi is like a fox tail, spreading and climbing towards the sky, seemingly wanting to tear the whole sky into pieces.Ning stood on the Divine Painting Building for a long time, gazing over into the distance.The Golden Crow flew out, Ye Chan Gong's figure landed lightly, Ji Xuan bowed and saluted, the young girl gently nodded her head, and then also dropped her gaze to the distance.Ning long asked Xinhu, "Is there still 10% certainty?"Liu Xiwan stared at the black gas that rose to the sky and shook her head, "Not even 10% is left."Ning smiled bitterly for a long time, "So the ten percent you said to me at the beginning referred to the enemy's chances of victory."Liu Xi Wan ignored his mockery and s

Rolls of smoke licked the sky, and the leafy corners of the trees below curled up at the edges, reeking of blight.The sound coming from among the sky-high trees was like cicadas drumming their bellies, followed by the sound of trees being felled and the angry roar of ancient beasts, and farther away, dragons with wing membranes flew up into the sky, circling like eagles.Shao Xiaoli looked at the ancient dragons that surrounded his body, and chills ran down his back.She had just stood in the Divine Painting Building, but in just an instant, the historical picture of the Divine Painting Building unfolded and wrapped her in.Pristine forest ahead, waves churning in the back, a river rushing by.That appears to be the Loch.She gripped her sword and appeared somewhat out of place in a clean pear-colored dress.He looked at the converging dragons and the black Daemons that continued to pour in from the distance, the human strongholds were wrap

Before the age of sixteen, Ke Manzhou would always sit in the long corridor of the courtyard, hugging his sword and watching the rain pounding on the banana leaves, sometimes able to be lost in thought for a whole day.His elder brothers and sisters then practiced their swords in the courtyard, and the old master walked through them, occasionally correcting their tendons and instructing them in the art of swordsmanship; the old master was very much in the mold of a high person, and while he walked with small steps, he always gave off a majestic aura.Ke Manzhou just quietly watched them without saying a word, most people would forget about this teenager, the banana leaves dripping with rainwater in front of the court were more striking than him.The sound of the rain was loud, the fallen lacquer pillars were plastered with paper talismans, and the disciples dispersed one after another when the brass bells were rung.They walked past Ke asked Zhou and occasion

Time is like a muddy river.Skeletons of the past and present buried deep in the middle of it, folded and sunken, pinned into a deep red rust, scrubbed and difficult to identify the origin.Between the clouds of dust, Father Lift's eyes had opened, the legendary fiery eyes refined in the True Lord's furnace, tearing away the thick dust that obscured them.It was as if he had trekked from a river of time, his feet pulling free in the mud and stomping solidly on the earth.He raised his head and looked at the long-lost sky that he hadn't seen in five hundred years, and the past flowed over him like water."Master, I want to hear the story of the Great Sage of Qi Tian."The young monkey grew beautiful golden yellow fur, it raised its head and looked at the white-clothed boy in front of it, with an expectant look in its eyes."The Great Sage of Qi Tian."The white-robed boy coughed gently and asked, "Where was the last sermon?"

The raindrops fall from the sky and crash into the soil, seeping deep into the earth and turning into seeds that will germinate the next year.Unknown flowers fly around in the cloudy, fluffy sky, like dandelions or fading spirits.In the depressed mountains and rivers, the light of dawn shines distantly, and the darkness of the night departs like an ebbing tide. Winter has arrived, the robber's ash flutters, the snow has not yet fallen, and the earth is drifting with a solemn beauty.Ye Chan Gong stood on the mountain peak outside the Divine Painting Building, her slender figure appeared fragile in the wind as she looked away from the moon, her eyes as high as the sky.At this moment, within the Bu Ke Guan, light completely reappeared, the Taoist temple that had been silent for a long time finally awakened, and the fifth elder brother, carrying a large broom, stood in the middle of the Guan that was piled up with fallen leaves, lifting his head up to look at