"Daolian...secret realm..."

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were slightly swollen and red, and she kept murmuring softly.

Zhao Wujiang's figure disappeared.

The tip of her nose was slightly sour, and tears came down in the heavy rain.

Zhao Wujiang is still alive?

Have you come to this world?

Just now, was he his guidance to me?

Xuanyuan Jing was in a state of heart, and she remembered the secret realm of Daolian in her heart.

She knows a lot about the Daolian Secret Realm, and she also owns a lotus card.

As early as when she left the Tianbaozhou Human Sect in the southern domain of Shenshui, she had already learned about the Dao Lotus Secret Realm. Zhang Lindao also gave her a lotus card from the Dao Lotus Secret Realm.

She originally did not plan to go to the Daolian Secret Realm. She is not very strong now. When she goes to the Daolian Secret Realm, she can't compete with a group of strong people at the peak of the God Transformation Realm.

What she saw in the heavy rain now has changed her mind.

She must go to the Daolian Secret Realm, and Wujiang's phantoms are constantly repeating, and maybe Wujiang is inside.

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes trembled suddenly. She thought of a possibility. Could it be that the secret realm where the Daxia Dynasty is located is the Daolian secret realm?

Wujiang was not dead, but was trapped in the secret realm, waiting for him to rescue him? Then he gave her a hint?

Xuanyuan Jing stepped into the small ruined temple and used his cultivation to stew the wet clothes dry.

It was still heavy rain outside the house, and raindrops as big as beans kept falling from the sky.

She bowed again to a wooden statue worshipped in the temple.

This statue has no face, but is solemn in treasure. Under the dim candlelight in the temple, there is another evil spirit.

———

Zhao Wujiang was stepping on mud and water, with a hatchet and a tattered oil-paper umbrella on his waist.

He looked up at the city made of black and black rocks.

There are two words deeply engraved on the city, as if they were engraved in a strange text with a sword.

Because of his preconceived ideas, he probably recognized these two words, which should be "Youdu".

Youdu City, you can't see the edge at first sight, and both sides extend into the fog of the night.

The city gate is wide open, and there are no guardians.

The city was dark and there was a faint light.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the city step by step, and his cultivation in his body was already running wildly.

“Well…”

The sound of shouting and horse hooves sounded behind Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang turned around and saw a carriage slowly coming.

The one who drove his horse was a middle-aged man wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat.

"Little brother, are you rushing on the road alone?" The middle-aged man pulled the reins of the horse and the carriage stopped beside Zhao Wujiang.

"That's right." Zhao Wujiang nodded with a kind smile.

"Then get in the car." The middle-aged man supported the hat:

"It's been dark for a while. If you don't find Xiling Inn again, it's not easy to spend this night."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed and he shook his head slightly:

"When I go out, my father once told me not to bother others.

Brother, I appreciate your kindness.”

"Little brother, it's a good thing to be vigilant, but..." The middle-aged man smiled mellowly.

Before the man could finish his words, the corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and a beautiful and cute girl's head was poked out:

"Hmph, are you worried that my dad will murder you? You are kind-hearted to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs."

"Su Su." The middle-aged man glared at the girl and clasped his fists at Zhao Wujiang:

"The little girl has no intention of saying anything. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the sky. It was completely dark. He remembered the words of a pig and a monkey he met at the Demon God Temple on the top of the mountain, and thought to himself.

He scratched his head, smiled gently and honestly, and said with his fists:

"Brother, that's a good job."

He lightly tapped his toes and jumped onto the carriage in one step. Instead of entering the carriage, he sat beside the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhao Wujiang, smiled heartily, held his hat and started driving.

The girl also looked at Zhao Wujiang and couldn't help but comment in her heart. She looked handsome and had a pretty good temperament. She was just rustic and could not compare with her senior brother at all.

The senior brother is still good-looking, has a high cultivation level, and loves himself.
Chapter completed!