As a monk, Cheng Lingzhu's intuition was keen, and she knew very well that she had never encountered such a situation before.

On the other side, Lu Xuan was amazed in his heart.

Thinking that I haven't been in contact for thousands of years, the saints of the Sword Zhai are so human-

When he first met his master Cheng Hongtan, the other party was as cold as a big ice mound, and he didn't want to say more than half a word.

Of course, it may be that the saints at that time all came down during the Mahayana period.

Although the strength is only comparable to Jin Dan, after all, it is powerful, and it is normal to be arrogant.

Cheng Lingzhu didn't know what Lu Xuan was thinking, she suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart, a slender white jade hand stretched out, and there was a mana vortex circulating on her fingertips, and she pushed open the door in the air.

The smell of stale and antiquity flows from it.

On the door frame, dust fell, and the two walked in.

The houses are large and reminiscent of the mansions of large families in the mundane world.

There is only one house, and the rooms in it are separated by walls.

There is nothing unusual about the furnishings in the house.

But in the middle of the house, there were two kneeling figures.

These are two statues, which look like they are made of stone, and they are facing away from the door.

Cheng Lingzhu subconsciously held his breath, and his spiritual sense swept over, but he found that these were two dead objects, without any life.

She glanced at Lu Xuan, but Lu Xuan raised his hand and pointed ahead.

Cheng Lingzhu looked in the direction he pointed, and where he was against the wall, there was a [shrine], and the cloth covered with it was covered with dust.

If it weren't for the fact that this shrine was not cleaned, it would probably be no different from the layout of the people's homes.

"It's ...... Buddha? ”

Cheng Lingzhu frowned and saw clearly what was enshrined in the shrine.

Carved in black stone, wearing a robe, with a meat bun on his head, sitting down is a lotus platform, full of bitterness and compassion.

Lu Xuan nodded, the two glanced at each other, took a few steps forward, and came to the two kneeling stone statues, looking at the front together.

The two stone statues, a man and a woman, like a couple, are very finely carved, the raw stitches on the corners of the clothes, the wrinkled eyelashes on the face, and even the rough calluses on the hands, all of which are clear.

If it is from a human hand, the person who carves the statue must have cultivated himself, otherwise it will take too much time and energy to sketch these details.

In addition to the fine carving, what is more noticeable is the expression of the two stone statues, which is an extremely pious and reverent demeanor, which even contains a bit of emptiness and perfection.

Cheng Lingzhu subconsciously looked at the shrine, and felt that the two stone statues of husband and wife also became full of bitterness.

Lu Xuan raised his hand, and the mana flowed.

The Buddha statue inside the shrine flew straight out and landed in his hands.

Cheng Lingzhu was shocked when he saw Lu Xuan suddenly move to get the Buddha statue.

I just wanted to stop it, but I was still a step too late.

Fortunately, after he took pictures of the black stone Buddha statue, nothing happened in the main hall.

Cheng Lingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw him flip the Buddha statue over, he raised his eyebrows, obviously discovering something.

Her eyes fell on the Buddha statue, and she noticed that on the back of the black stone Buddha statue, there was also a face carved into it.

This face is completely different from the one on the front, with a green face and fangs, showing an extremely crazy state, a hideous smile, only a few Buddha shapes can be vaguely seen, and the split mouth is like a demon, as if it wants to devour all living beings alive.

Cheng Lingzhu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

She looked at the stone statue beside her, touched it with her hand, and a rough touch came from her.

"Stones, indeed."

Lu Xuan nodded, and pressed one hand on the shoulder of the stone statue beside him.

With a click, one of the statue's arms was snapped off by him.

The inside is also made of stone, and the texture is the same as the surface.

Lu Xuan slapped it twice, and stone powder fell.

"Let's take a look at the other houses."

He spoke.

Cheng Lingzhu didn't speak, just nodded and followed behind him.

Obviously, she should lead the expedition by herself, but for Lu Xuan, she has a natural trust.

In this dead city, she subconsciously chooses to believe in the other party.

After some time.

The two came out of a house.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu have already explored more than ten houses nearby, and the layout inside is the same as in the first house.

There are stone carvings of evil Buddhas, standing in the shrines.

There are stone statues of mortals, kneeling in front of the evil Buddha.

"What are we going to do now?"

Cheng Lingzhu looked at the dark street and asked.

The dead city is dark, shrouded in a mystical power.

With Cheng Lingzhu's cultivation, he can only see things within ten zhang.

"I just looked at it, and the pattern of this city is actually radial."

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand in the air, and drew a square with mana.

The diagonal lines cross to determine the center point, and then there are multiple straight lines running through this point.

"The houses in the city are all built on these lines, arranged in a straight line, and there is a circular area in the middle, which is the core of the city."

Lu Xuan explained.

Fang had just run to more than a dozen households, and he had already seen the layout of the dead city.

"Can you see things in the distance?"

Cheng Lingzhu asked.

"Our Daoyan Sect was also a big sect back then, and there were still a lot of things at the bottom of the box."

Lu Xuan replied.

This sentence is not a lie, after all, Dao Yanzong's biggest hole card is him Lu Xuan himself.

Unlike Cheng Lingzhu, the darkness of the dead city could not block Lu Xuan's sight.

Standing on the empty streets, he could see what was in the very center of the city—

It was an extremely tall black Buddha hall.

………………

After the time of a stick of incense.

Standing at the foot of the steps of the Buddha hall, Cheng Lingzhu's face turned slightly pale, and his breathing became a little shorter.

The dead city felt bad for her.

This is especially true after entering the city, the closer you get to the Buddha hall, the stronger the aura of decay becomes, and the invisible pressure from the dead city becomes heavier and heavier.

No monk would like this kind of environment, the Dao robe on Cheng Lingzhu's body was glowing, and there were strange Dao patterns lit up, as if he was fighting against some kind of force.

Lu Xuan noticed the change in Cheng Lingzhu's complexion, and wondered if the psychological quality of the saint who crossed the world was too poor now.

When I first met Cheng Hongtan, this Mahayana powerhouse with Jindan's strength allowed Lu Xuan to see what it means to be a crazy critic and kill star.

If Cheng Lingzhu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely cry out to himself.

How could she, a young Jindan girl, compare her psychological quality with the Mahayana monks who had lived for thousands of years?

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the darkness, a little bit of starlight emerged and fell on Cheng Lingzhu.

Cheng Lingzhu immediately felt that the decaying heaven and earth aura around him was isolated, and even that sense of oppression disappeared.

She thanked Lu Xuan, thinking that the other party had used the secret treasure from the Dao Yan Sect to help her resist the influence from the dead city.