The setting sun is half hidden, and the red glow is long.

Zhang Shiping, wearing a green shirt, stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the distant mountains. He saw only smoke and light, and the mountains were gray and purple at dusk.

The boatman in a bamboo hat still lowered his head, swung the oar, and sailed slowly in the middle of the river.

Wherever the wooden boat went, the night sunbirds in the sky sang and flew to high places, and the ground pythons swimming in the river also swung their tails away, and none of them dared to come within a hundred feet.

It's just a stick of incense, and the boat reaches the heart of the river.

"It is said to be a Dharma Palace, but it is far wider than the secret realms controlled by various sects today. The Xuanyuan secret realm of the sect has experienced countless tribulations since ancient times, and the number of Mahayana monks has increased, but even so, several secret realms cannot compare to this one.

To this day, all the dangerous and secret places left behind in the world of immortality, except for one

Some of them were born on earth, and the rest were developed by the powerful monks of ancient times. It is really unimaginable to have such great power that makes the world and gods weep." Zhang Shiping put his hands behind his back and sighed, with a trace of his love for the ancient powerful monks in his eyes.

A look of longing for a great supernatural power that would make the gods and ghosts weep.

Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, Zhang Shiping had felt how powerful the Yuanying monks were, but today, even though he could not defeat those True Lords with his cultivation at the Golden Core Stage, these monks were no longer mysterious in his heart.

They are neither gods nor immortals, and they will die like mortals when their longevity is up.

Speaking of longevity, compared to the short life span of tens to hundreds of years for mortals, the two to three thousand years of Nascent Soul monks can indeed be said to be longevity.

But if you compare it with mountains and rivers, earth and rocks, and the sun, moon and stars, they are just like mushrooms and crickets in their early years!

"The six dust-free things can be restored to unity, and all tribulations can be carried out safely. The bottomless boat cannot cross the sea, and it has been ferrying all living beings through the ages." The boatman seemed to have heard Zhang Shiping's sigh, and sang to himself leisurely.

After hearing the sound, he secretly thought: "Here we come, it is just as recorded. The monks who enter the Nanfa Temple and cross the Lingyun River for the first time will experience a cleansing of the gods, which can weaken the monks' spiritual barriers by a few points and no longer

So stubborn. It’s just a pity that this opportunity is only once. If I go

If you have done it several times, then you will go back and forth here a few times to completely remove the spiritual obstacles that hinder your practice. In this way, you will practice for another two or three hundred years. By then, you will at least have perfected the golden elixir and prepare for it.

Once everything is done properly, if the Nascent Soul Tribulation Thunder is triggered, there is no chance of surviving."

From this glimpse, you can imagine what kind of grand scene it was in the world of immortality in ancient times. Not only that the world of immortality is rich in spiritual resources, the inheritance of each sect is intact, but also there are means to enable the disciples to break free from their cages and get rid of their spiritual obstacles.

, in this case, it is no wonder that in those Mahayana sects, the Jindan Yuanying monks can only be regarded as outer disciples.

The boatman sang softly again, and Zhang Shiping quickly abandoned his distracting thoughts, purified his soul and thoughts, and listened carefully to this Taoist song. His soul became much lighter for a while, and the flow of mana became much smoother.

In this song, he felt as if something was breaking away from his body, and he suddenly had the illusion of becoming a fairy.

But suddenly, there was a 'pop' sound.

Zhang Shiping looked down intently. In the hole in the boat, there was a man in green clothes with his back turned to the sky. He was drowning and lifeless. He was slowly floating down the river and slowly floated out from the bottom of the boat. This man had not drifted more than 10 meters.

Xu Yuan turned over silently, and his appearance was exactly the same as his.

Although Zhang Shiping had read in advance from the classics that there would be such a strange phenomenon when crossing the river, when he saw it, he still felt a little strange in his heart.

However, this remnant is more like the boatman at the stern of the boat. His figure is illusory, not like a real thing, but more like a condensation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, reflected in the river.

It is recorded in the sect's classics that the Ancestor of the Transformation God entered the Nanfa Temple holding an inherited spiritual treasure. He once tried to fish out the remains of the sludge in the river to see if it was virtual or real.

However, according to what this venerable person said, the first time he took action, a yellow bell rang in his ears, shaking his mind. The second time, he was struck by thousands of ants eating his heart and suffering. As for the third time he tried to take action again,

, he was warned by the spirit and felt a great fear, so he no longer tried to test it with his life.

But even so, Zhang Shiping still couldn't help but use his magic power to form a giant hand one foot wide, trying to pick up the remains that were gradually sinking into the river. However, as soon as the giant fingertips touched the river water, his magic power collapsed.

A loud bang of a yellow bell rang in Zhang Shiping's ears, going straight into his soul and making him feel a little shaken.

He groaned unconsciously and was about to take action again, but cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead, because the corpse in the river opened his eyes at this moment and was looking at him blankly. Zhang Shiping felt that if he took action again,

The next moment he will end up with his soul completely destroyed.

Therefore, Zhang Shiping looked at the corpse in the river with a heavy gaze, and there was no other abnormal movement.

Since his parents, relatives, friends, classmates, and younger members of the clan have left one by one, all that is left in his heart now is the word 'immortality', half of which is due to obsession and half to the fear of death.

fear.

In the past, Zhang Shiping felt that he was no longer afraid of death, or perhaps he still felt uncomfortable after seeing his own remains.

He stood up thoughtfully, no wonder they said that the great horror between life and death is difficult for the world to transcend!

"If you are spotless and can be reunited, all tribulations can go smoothly..." The boatman still sang to himself leisurely.

Zhang Shiping put away his hand, and slowly closed his eyes as the boatman sang the Taoist songs in the river, and sank into the river with an expressionless face.

Ten breaths later, the distance between the wooden boat and the broken body was almost a hundred feet apart.

Even though Zhang Shiping had activated his evil-destroying eyesight, with his eyesight he could barely see through the rolling river water and vaguely see the slowly sinking residual slough.

In the past hundreds of thousands of years, I don’t know how many predecessors of the sect and other monks have crossed this river, and there is nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, after losing their residual sludge, these monks have accumulated mana almost faster than before.

Up some.

Zhang Shiping comforted himself, then withdrew his gaze and didn't take another look.

But he didn't know that when the body was about to sink to the bottom, billowing black flames erupted from its body for no reason, wiping out the green and black river water without leaving any ashes behind.

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After about another stick of incense, Zhang Shiping stepped onto the opposite river bank. Where he stood, there were several shallow and invisible footprints, which should have been left by the monks who came here before.

He looked at the surrounding scenery. There was lush vegetation, and there were two trees hugging each other in front of him. He didn't know what kind they were. They were broken at the waist and fell into the weeds.

Zhang Shiping's consciousness was activated, and he didn't notice anyone hiding around him, so he walked forward slowly.

When he walked out of the Lingyun River a hundred feet away, the scenery in front of Zhang Shiping changed. He found that he was standing on a dead tree sticking out of the cliff. Under his feet, there was heavy mist and clouds, making it impossible to see the bottom!
Chapter completed!