All Chapters of Beyond the Divine States: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

In the depths of the darkness, the word uttered by the evil ghost was lingering in his ears, which made him feel pain in his eardrums.That was a complicated word, obscure and awkward-sounding, just like the deeply hidden Heaven’s mystery.Ning Changjiu hadn’t heard that kind of language before but after it uttered the word, he subconsciously knew that word meant Sura.Sura was an ancient word.When an apathetic and heartless god was reincarnated in human form with a godly body and divinity. Yet, it still carried the seven emotions and six desires of humans, whose life was restrained by good and evil. When it cultivated to the peak of Taoism, it would become Sura.Previously, after Ning Changjiu entered the ghost prison, he wanted to protect himself with the sword sphere for two hours but he felt being summoned by the depths of the ghost prison.There seemed to be a voice calling him.H

The blade-like massifs stuck towards the sky, which covered the people’s vision. All the way ahead, the steel-blue rocks turned dark. Bats flew by, flapping their wings in the air. Those rust-like creatures attached to the rock wall stood up on all fours and landed one by one. Their bellies were flat. They seemed like ghosts starved for a long time, which had no fear even in the face of knives.This was different from being in the dark ghost prison. The fighting royal cultivators gave Shao Xiaoli unspeakable strength and courage.When the monsters were about to reach her, all the Taoist skills and swordsmanship Shao Xiaoli had learned in the past just returned to her mind and muscles after her mind was blank for a moment. With a swish, she pulled out the sword and showed the rare killing intent on her face. As she swung her arms, a corpse of the alien species was pierced through with the sword and smacked to the ground.The pus splattere

There was no summer in Duanjie City.The temperature was like nests of ants, which were moving back and forth. Sometimes, it was sultry and windy; sometimes, it was freezing cold. It was rather disturbing.Shao Xiaoli made a pot of bean porridge and carried it out of the kitchen. The hot steam blew on her rosy cheeks.Ning Changjiu recollected all the Taoist techniques he had learned in Bu Ke Temple in his previous life quickly. Most of the Taoist techniques were not as profound as The Water and Moon in the Mirror but more like the origin and foundation of many magic skills.The light shone on his face through the carved window. Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and his pupils were brightened by the light.He held out his fingers to reach the light in front.“Surpass the light...” Ning Changjiu pondered over the saying in his heart...In this world, many masters could strike the sword moves

“What you exerted is a sword technique,” Siming looked at Shao Xiaoli and then said tenderly, “The move carries concentrated intent and unrestrained spirit, which is like hiding a needle in the sleeve. It is quite nice. I wonder whom you learn it from.”Shao Xiaoli had never met the woman in front.The contours of her face were perfectly soft and her soft silver hair appeared like the best silk. It scattered in order and clung to the curve of her body. Some of the hair drooped straightly on her back while the others just clung to her ample bosoms. Her black robe was not entirely black, which was embellished with some faint patterns embroidered with silver threads. The deeply-buried lines vaguely outlined a complete design. Shao Xiaoli couldn’t see it clearly.This woman’s sudden appearance overturned her thoughts.She reckoned that even Su Yanshu who had amorous curves seemed to become a plain girl when compared with the wom

“Ning Changjiu, don’t trust this woman’s nonsense! She is a big liar! Her words are part truth, part fake. Only one out of her ten words is true. She just uses her pretty face to take in others! If you are deceived by her, I won’t have any sense of achievement when I take over your body in the future!”The sword classic’s spirit reminded him with indignation in his body.The snowstorm became heavier in the gorge while Siming appeared quieter.Her slender fingers sank between the belt and her waist. The billowing black dress also seemed to slow down.She gently curled her fingers. Then, the tight belt really got loose and clung to her fingers. It was loosely around her waist. After her black dress was no longer restrained by the belt, it also seemed as if to drop at any time.Detachment and coquetry mixed contradictorily on her. She trod across the snowfield barefooted. Her feet were of the same color as the ice