The dizziness disappeared, and there was an empty stone room in front of me.

Except for Zhang Zheng alone, there is a space of about 100 square feet, surrounded by snow-white stone walls and a futon in the center.

What about the promised treasure hunt?

Zhang Zheng did not miss any cracks and corners, and searched the whole area carefully, but found nothing, and couldn't help but lament.

She also thought about whether this could be a test, but no matter what spell she used, she knocked on the wall everywhere, and it remained as calm as before.

This stone room seemed to have just trapped her in the stone room, with only her and a simple futon for company.

Zhang Zheng stopped exploring in frustration, and her eyes fell on the futon. She carefully explored the futon. There was nothing unusual about the Jingxin straw futon, which is very common in the world of cultivation.

Forget it, if there is no chance, then there is no chance. At least I got the mysterious water mass and a golden flower of reincarnation, so this trip is not without success.

Zhang Zheng sat down on the futon, maintaining a posture with her five hearts pointing toward the sky. The spiritual energy in the stone room here was thin, so she was no longer in a hurry to practice. She only immersed herself in the Taoist books she had read in the past, trying to find traces of the Tao.

…

The secret realm of Guyuan is left outside the cave.

The blue sky suddenly turned overcast, and layers of dark clouds with a faint red glow piled up like mountains. The wind stopped and the clouds disappeared, and the sky became dark and oppressive.

The quiet and comfortable secret realm seemed to have pressed the pause button. Suddenly everything was quiet, the grass and trees were silent, only the thunder was rolling, and the black clouds were turning ink.

"This...what is this!"

A monk raised his head and noticed the vision in the sky, and murmured to himself in shock.

As the increasingly rich red light pierced the dense black clouds, the entire secret realm fell into a dark red.

The terrifying power poured down from the sky, comparable to the oppression of heaven, and those who saw it were frightened and their souls trembled.

The black cloud completely shattered and dispersed, revealing the hidden red light.

Billions of bloody swords pointed directly at the vast vast land, thunder roared, and lightning and fire shadows swam like dragons and snakes.

No one had time to react, and there was a scream that was not uttered. The bloody sword was as wide as a steep mountain cliff and penetrated straight into the earth.

The dazzling red color dyed the loess into vermilion rouge, the rivers turned into seas of blood and floating corpses, the rich blood spread to the entire secret realm, and the pungent smell of blood permeated every inch of the air.

The secret realm of Guyuan has become a place of death.

…

"Fellow Daoist Lin, ahead is a ferry crossing the Wangchuan River. It may be dangerous to walk alone. How about you and I walking together?"

Lin Xiaoxiao withdrew her consciousness and agreed happily.

Ferrying the River of Forgetfulness is a river that the reincarnated ghosts of mortals travel by. "Crossing the ferry, you leave your past life behind; crossing the River of Forgetfulness, you enter the next life."

Although monks think they are free from the world, in fact they will always be in the reincarnation of destiny before they become immortals. Their souls are not destroyed, and they still need to go to the river of forgetfulness and enter reincarnation.

Ferry Wangchuan is located in the void, and its movements are ethereal and traceless. When the body of all things dies, it will appear and lead the soul to reincarnation.

I don’t know where the ferryman Wangchuan came from here. Since it is located in the Dongyuan Zhenjun’s cave, it is probably a test specially found by Zhenjun.

When crossing the River of Forgetfulness, don't think about the past and old dreams, otherwise all the past will be swallowed up by the River of Forgetfulness, and the past will be empty, and you will get lost in it and you will not be able to get out.

Yi Lanshan took out the Qingxin Bell and tied a red rope around their wrists. The Qingxin Bell was tied in the center of the red rope, and the sound waves of Mingshen slowly swayed.

"It is tied with a red rope, and with the Qingxin Bell Mingshen, if one of us gets lost in Wangchuan, he can be pulled out by the red rope."

The two of them cleared their minds and stepped onto the vast Wangchuan Bridge in front of them. The underworld under the bridge was completely silent, but the undercurrent was surging.

A moment is like a thousand years.

Taking the last step, the scene in front of my eyes changed, and I passed the river of forgetfulness safely.

After Wangchuan Road, the sky was filled with clouds and mist, and my consciousness was trapped, making it impossible to see even a foot of ground.

The two looked at each other and frowned. They had been transported to a place since entering the cave. They had obtained many rare treasures along the way, but they did not expect that there was nothing behind the Wangchuan Road.

"It is said that there is a Sansheng Stone behind the Wangchuan River that can reveal past and present lives. I wonder if I can see it here?"

Lin Xiaoxiao suggested to go further, and after walking for about ten miles, the clouds and fog suddenly rolled in, the wind rolled over the clouds, and the wind was so fierce that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

After half an hour, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and Shanshan pulled the red rope with a waning mind. He was frightened and pointed forward tremblingly.

Lin Xiaoxiao then looked around. The moment he saw clearly, his eyes widened with a horrified and solemn expression.

Landslides and rocks cracked, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. In the vast void, countless small worlds fell rapidly like stars, with loud crackling sounds, and fire and rubble exploded like arrows.

A fireworks display with thousands of worlds as shooting stars.

Only death is the most shocking tragedy.

The sacred and supreme fairy ladder collapsed step by step, falling inch by inch, and disappeared into the dark and silent void. Dragons and phoenixes wept mournfully, and their sorrow lasted for a long time.

The pure qi of yin and yang arise and become turbid, and everything annihilates into dust, returning to chaos and nothingness.

"The power of heaven is weak, the great road collapses, and all things are extinct..."

The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

The clouds and mist blown away by the strong wind gathered again, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Xiaoxiao and Yi Lanshan looked at each other and saw the unexplained tears on their faces. They were both shocked and felt lost.

"I...what happened..."

When crossing the River of Forgetfulness, the dead reincarnate and the living return to this world. The past cannot be traced back, and what has been seen and heard in the River of Forgetfulness cannot be recalled.

…

"Zhang Zheng! Do you know your mistake?"

Me? What did I do wrong?

In a daze, Zhang Zheng raised his eyes and looked up at the high platform. The solemn and solemn hall was shrouded in clouds and mist. The hall was full of people, and a tall person stood tall on the platform.

His hawk-like gaze fell on her, and his scolding voice contained a hint of hatred for her, and his voice was sad: "You betrayed your fellow disciples for a devil, betrayed your trust, and caused the demise of the God of Desolation. I think that more than a hundred disciples of the Tao Sect are all because of you."

And die, how dare you not know your fault today!"

Mozi?Lanshan?Sidaozong?

Zhang Zheng had a splitting headache, and his kneeling posture became prone. He beat his head with both hands and stared at the person on the stage with his eyes wide open.

The man's figure was hidden behind the clouds and mist, and his face, like everyone else in the hall, could not be seen clearly.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, "Zhang Zheng, tell me where the Sidao Sect's disciples will be training this time."

The voice was hoarse and full of temptation. She heard herself reply: "Huafeng Yanshan, you will kill Yi Lanshan, right?"

The conversation ends here.

Fuzzy memory fragments emerged, and in the blazing flames, countless figures struggled, screaming in pain, turning into a puddle of soot.

A figure in red clothes stood in the flames. The flames curled around the corners of her clothes and burned her skin, but she only looked at her from a distance with sad and sympathetic eyes.

Why should she pity herself? She is the one facing death!

My lips move slightly involuntarily, what should I say? Do I want to admit my mistake?

Zhang Zheng's eyes were fierce and she hit her head hard on the ground. The blood spread out and was bright red. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the confession she was about to blurt out.

For a long time, she lay limply on the ground, with her head raised high, looking firmly at the high platform, biting her blood-stained lips together.

What's wrong with her? She doesn't know any demons, Lan Shan, and she's not a disciple of the Sidao Sect.

She is a disciple of Wanxuanmen, and she has never had a clear conscience in her life!

"Zhang Zheng, nothing wrong!"

As soon as the words fell, the clouds and mist suddenly surged, and the palaces, high platforms, and solemn crowds disappeared into thin air.

"Are you really ashamed?"


Chapter completed!