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

Even though it's early autumn, the seaside plants are still lush and green.

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

"Cheng Daoyou, I heard that the holy daughters of your sect will only enter the red dust after the Mahayana period, why did Daoyou go down the mountain so early?"

In his impression, the practice of crossing the world sword is very special.

At a certain time at the peak of Mahayana, you will enter a state of "metamorphosis", and your own cultivation will be greatly weakened, and you will fall to the realm of Jindan.

At this time, you need to go down the mountain to experience the red dust, and only after enlightenment can you enter the tribulation period.

Only saints have this strange state, which seems to be related to a certain [constitution].

When the ancestor stole the immortal scriptures, it was just in time for the end of the enlightenment of the saint of others, and the state was at its peak.

In the first battle of consolidating the realm, he first beat the Daoyan Sect Patriarch violently.

Lu Xuan has the means to distinguish that the age and realm of the saint in front of him are the identity tokens, and there is absolutely no possibility of counterfeiting.

Unless she is like herself, Yuan Ying will run away, otherwise the person standing in front of her is really a genuine Jindan monk.

“…… Lu Daoyou is knowledgeable. ”

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

She pondered for a moment and explained:

"Thousands of years ago, we cooperated with the [Great Dream Pure Land] to develop a special secret method.

The Holy Maiden in the door descended the mountain during the Jindan period, retained her feelings, and when the [Red Dust Tribulation] came, she repeated it with the method of dreaming, and when she woke up, she could go straight to the realm of the Tribulation, and the gain of her cultivation was even better than before. ”

"I see."

Lu Xuan understood.

The path of cultivation has been progressing and developing, and compared with the previous Mahayana period, when he only went down the mountain to practice, this method of "entering the dream and crossing the tribulation" is much more advanced.

For example, when you go down the mountain when you are young, your mind is immature, and after living for thousands of years, you can re-watch your own experience back then, and you can give birth to a lot of enlightenment.

At the same time, because it is a dream deduction, re-walking the road of red dust can make up for regrets in dreams and make one's practice more complete.

"Monks who can think of this method may have some regrets in their hearts......

Lu Xuan thought to himself.

………………

"Lu Daoyou, the area ahead is where the dead city is located, and when the monk enters its radius of a hundred miles, he will feel an obvious sense of discomfort."

On the spirit boat, Cheng Lingzhu reminded.

The two of them had already entered the sphere of influence of the aura of the dead city.

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

But the feeling it brought to him was very different from before.

Running the spell, a ghostly light flashed in his eyes.

Everything below the flying boat became clear.

The seemingly rounded leaves, with many tiny sharp teeth on the edges, were squeezed together in uneven layers, and the originally smooth and straight branches became twisted and sickly, twisted in an almost spiral form, and the tops were crowded with hematoma-like peduncles, and under the shadow, purple-black veins were wound around the bottom of the leaves, and around these veins, there were burrs tearing the surface of the leaves, and the hideous and crazy drilled out, gnawing at everything around.

Lu Xuan knew that the plants along the coast should never show this form.

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

Cheng Lingzhu frowned, and the Dao robe on his body glowed slightly, to resist the discomfort around him.

Lu Xuan didn't feel anything, it seemed that the breath from the dead city had failed in him.

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

I don't know if it's a strong support, or if it has a secret treasure blessing on it.

The closer you get to the dead city, the darker it gets.

By the time they were within ten miles of the Dead City, the sky had been shrouded in a cloud.

It's as black as ink, and it's dark.

"Smack."

There was a soft thud.

In the sky, there are raindrops falling.

Cheng Lingzhu stretched out his hand, and on his white and tender fingertips, a drop of rain slipped quietly.

But this raindrop, is black.

The raindrops, with the smell of decay and decay, fell to the ground, wriggled like living creatures, and burrowed into the earth.

"Boom—"

Above the sky, rumbling thunder rang out.

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

The downpour is coming.

Cheng Lingzhu raised his hand, just about to catch another drop of rain, and waited for a few breaths, but his palm was dry as usual.

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

It was a beautiful oil-paper umbrella, like it was shared by two people.

If one person is willing to snuggle into the arms of the other, the size of the umbrella is just enough to cover both of them.

"Something is wrong with this rain."

Cheng Lingzhu withdrew his hand.

Not far away was the city, the walls of which were pitch black and heavy, a hundred feet high, cold and dead.

"Are you still going inside?"

She raised her head and looked at Lu Xuan.

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

"It's coming."

Cheng Lingzhu breathed hard a few times, and there was a great rise and fall in his chest:

“…… Then after you go in later, don't get too far away from me. ”

………………

"This door was opened by the people of Tianshui Temple?"

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

There are a total of nine chains, like a black dragon, hideous and vicious.

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

The originally closed city gate also opened a gap that could accommodate 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 open gates are like evil beasts in the night, quietly dormant, choosing people to devour.

"It's not."

She shook her head:

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

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

As the heir of the Sword Zhai, the elders and disciples of Tianshuiguan did not dare to hide her inquiry.

Lu Xuan nodded, he thought so too.

With the strength of the Tianshui Guan monk, he should not be able to make this chain.

"The disciple of Tianshui Guan 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 slippery touch came from the palm of his hand, as if he was touching the body of a giant snake.

And on this city gate, in fact, there are many fine patterns imprinted, the carving is light, and when touched by hand, the feeling is very clear.

The walls of the dead city were a hundred feet high, and the gates were extremely high, and at a height of a hundred meters above the ground, the gates were deformed, and there were chaotic claw marks, which were deeply imprinted on them.

Lu Xuan could imagine what it was like-

On that night when it was also raining, something escaped from the dead city, and he squirmed, twisting and struggling to get out of the city, his chains torn and the gates torn and deformed, leaving his mark on them.

Lu Xuan exhaled slowly, turning into a white mist that was a foot long, like a sharp sword aura:

"How many days after the Dead City appeared?"

Cheng Lingzhu thought for a while:

"Thirty-third day."

Lu Xuan bowed his head slightly and did not speak.

Behind him is the dark rain, and in front of him is the decaying and dead city.

He took his umbrella and walked into the city.

………………

Inside the dead city, there is also darkness.

There was a dead silence around, and Cheng Lingzhu's heartbeat was a few beats faster.

With her eyesight, she could only see things within ten feet.

The architectural style in the dead city is very different from that of the Cangyuan realm, with densely packed, narrow and low houses.

Lu Xuan paused and walked to the nearest room.

Just as he was about to open the door, a slender white hand reached out and blocked in front of him.

Cheng Lingzhu spoke:

"You follow me, don't act rashly, this dead city is even weirder than I imagined......"

Hearing her say this, Lu Xuan had no choice but to give up, he turned sideways to the side and made a "please" motion.

In Lu Xuan's memory, when he used to make copies, he often had a big guy take him.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, there is still a Jindan boss with a secret treasure who is willing to take him.

Cheng Lingzhu took a step forward, and when he was about to open the door, he turned back and instructed:

"After you go in...... Remember to be careful, there may be danger inside. ”

This entrustment is a bit redundant, even Cheng Lingzhu thinks so.

So after saying that, she immediately pursed her mouth.

I have only known Lu Xuan for half an hour, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am a stranger.

As the holy daughter of the Sword of the World.

To say such a thing to someone you have just met is obviously too close.

Mother-in-law's, mother-in-law, she is not his master.

Cheng Lingzhu shook her head slightly, she didn't know why.

For some reason, after seeing Lu Xuan, she felt a little familiar in her heart.

Just like when they first met, she said without hesitation that she was willing to introduce him to other sects.

She's obviously not a nosy person.