Author: Mr. Xuanxin

Close to the coast, the air is humid and warm.

Although it is early autumn, the plants by the sea are still lush.

The magic weapon flew very smoothly. Lu Xuan turned around and suddenly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, I heard that the saints of the noble sect will only enter the world to experience the world after the Mahayana period. Why did fellow Daoist go down the mountain so early?"

In his impression, Dushi Jianzhai’s practice method is very special.

At a certain period of the peak of Mahayana, you will enter a state of "transcendence", your own cultivation will be greatly weakened and you will fall to the realm of Golden Elixir.

At this time, you need to go down the mountain to experience the world and realize it before you can enter the tribulation period.

Only the saints have this strange state, which seems to be related to some kind of [physical constitution].

When the ancestor stole the Immortal Sutra, it happened to be the end of the saint's enlightenment and his state was at its peak.

The first battle to consolidate the realm was to beat Daoyanzong's ancestor first.

Lu Xuan had the means to distinguish that the saint in front of him had the age and realm of that identity token, and there was no possibility of fraud.

Unless she is like herself, the Nascent Soul will run away, otherwise the one who stands in front of her is really a real Jindan monk.

“…Fellow Daoist Lu has a wide range of knowledge.”

A trace of surprise flashed in Cheng Lingzhu's eyes.

She pondered for a moment and explained:

"Thousands of years ago, we worked with [Da Meng Pure Land] to develop a special secret method.

The saint in the sect went down the mountain in the Golden Elixir Stage and kept his insights. When the [Red Dust Tribulation] comes, he will repeat the method of entering a dream. When he wakes up, he can directly enter the realm of tribulation, which will benefit his practice even better than before."

"I see."

Lu Xuan understands it.

The way of practice has been improving and developing. Compared with the previous Mahayana period, this method of "entering dreams and experiencing tribulation" has become much more advanced.

For example, when you were young, you were immature in your mind. After you lived for thousands of years, you could re-watch your experiences back then and you would have a lot of enlightenment.

At the same time, because it is a dream deduction, and re-tracking the world, you can make up for your regrets in your dreams and make your practice more complete.

"The monk who can think of this method may have some regrets in his heart..."

Lu Xuan thought.

……………………

"Fellow Daoist Lu, the area where the Dead City is located is ahead. When a monk enters a radius of hundreds of miles, he will feel obvious discomfort."

On the spiritual boat, Cheng Lingzhu reminded.

The two have entered the range of influence of the Dead City Aura.

Lu Xuan looked at the ground and it seemed that the plants had not changed, but were still in a verdant state.

But the feeling he brought was very different from before.

When he activates the magic trick, a faint light flashes in his eyes.

All the scenes under the flying boat became slight.

The seemingly rounded leaves have many small sharp teeth on the edges, which are unevenly stacked and squeezed together. The originally smooth and straight branches have become twisted and morbid, twisted in a similar spiral form, and are filled with hema-like stalks. Under the shadow, purple-black veins are wrapped around the bottom of the leaves. Around these veins, there are burrs that tear the surface of the leaves, and they are crazily emerged, biting everything around them.

Lu Xuan knew that coastal plants should not take this form.

In the distance, the outline of the dead city has gradually become clear.

Cheng Lingzhu frowned, and the Taoist robe on her body shone slightly to resist the discomfort around her.

Lu Xuan didn't feel anything. It seemed that the aura from the dead city had failed on him.

Cheng Lingzhu glanced at him and found that the other party's expression was as normal.

I don’t know if it’s being forced or the blessing of a secret treasure on my body.

The closer you get to the dead city, the darker the sky becomes.

When they were within ten miles of the Dead City, the sky was already covered by a cloud of darkness.

It is as dark as ink, extremely dark.

"Pu"

A light sound.

Raindrops fall in the sky.

Cheng Lingzhu stretched out his hand, and a drop of raindrops quietly slid down from his white fingertips.

But this raindrop is black.

The raindrops exuded a decay and decayed atmosphere, fell on the ground, wriggling like living things, and drilled under the earth.

"Boom--"

Above the sky, thunder rumbling.

Cheng Lingzhu raised her head and saw a black lightning bolt.

It is coming.

Cheng Lingzhu raised his hand and was about to take another drop of rain. After waiting for a few breaths, his palms were as dry as usual.

Looking back, it was Lu Xuan who held an umbrella behind her.

It was a very beautiful oil-paper umbrella, as if it was shared by two people.

If one person is willing to snuggle in the arms of another, the size of the umbrella can just cover up both of them.

"What's wrong with this rain."

Cheng Lingzhu took back his hand.

Not far away is the city, with dark and heavy walls, hundreds of feet high, cold and silent.

"Do you still want to go inside?"

She raised her head and stared at Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan held an umbrella and looked at the dead city, saying the words his master hated the most:

"All come."

Cheng Lingzhu took a few hard breaths, and there were great ups and downs in his chest:

"... Then don't stay too far from me after you go in later."

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"Is this gate opened by the people from Tianshui Temple?"

Standing in front of the dead city, Lu Xuan looked at the huge chains on the city gate, his black eyes slightly sunk.

There are nine chains in total, like a black dragon, ferocious and ferocious.

But now, seven of the nine chains have been broken.

The originally closed city gate also opened a gap that allowed several people to pass through.

Cheng Lingzhu didn't think this was a good thing. Just standing in front of this dead city, she felt a heavy sense of oppression.

The opened city gate is like a beast in the dark night, lying quietly dormant, choosing people to eat.

"no."

She shook her head:

"I asked the disciples of Tianshui Temple that when this dead city appeared, its gate was like this."

Before coming to the Dead City, Cheng Lingzhu visited Tianshui Temple.

As the successor of Dushi Jianzhai, Elder Tianshuiguan and his disciples dare not hide their questions from her.

Lu Xuan nodded, he thought so too.

With the strength of the monk Tianshui Temple, you should keep these chains in trouble.

"The disciples of Tianshui Temple said that on the night when the Dead City appeared, it also rained heavily in the sky."

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the city gate.

The cold and smooth touch came from the palm of the palm, as if touching the body of a giant snake.

On this city gate, there are actually many fine patterns printed, which are lightly carved. When you touch it with your hands, it feels very clear.

The walls of the dead city are hundreds of feet high, and the city gate is also extremely tall. At a place a hundred meters above the ground, the city gate has been deformed and has disorderly claw marks, which are deeply imprinted on it.

Lu Xuan could imagine what kind of scene it was-

On that night when it was raining rain, something escaped from the dead city. He wriggled his body, twisted and struggled to get out of the city. The chains were torn and the city gates were torn and deformed, leaving His traces on it.
To be continued...