Yan didn't return and left, and Shen Lian still stayed at the top of Zifu Peak.

He sat there cross-legged, the sea of clouds was churning, and he looked so lonely.

Gu Caiwei came once in the middle, and then left again, because Shen Lian looked very good, of course, it was a month ago since Gu Caiwei last saw Shen Lian, if she saw Shen Lian now, she would definitely feel that Shen Lian was too good.

Shen Lian's body is clean and bright, just like the real wax figures made by those craftsmen in the mortal world, although it is still the same as before, but the flesh is crystal clear, and it is simply not stained with dust.

The temperament on his body is becoming more and more empty, like an immortal above the nine heavens, beyond the world.

But if anyone saw Shen Lian's eyes, they would probably be greatly surprised, these eyes had no brilliance, and they were lonely and empty.

These are neither human eyes, nor are they fairy eyes.

Shen Lian is like this, like a shell that has lost his soul.

His soul was indeed not in his body, and the divine consciousness had reached a place he did not expect—Taiwei Pavilion.

Because of the particularity of the Taiwei Pavilion, the demonic qi of that day was hidden in it, and no one found it, and it was even almost integrated with the Taiwei Pavilion, and the demonic qi was to be turned into Dao qi.

Shen Lian's body was still at the top of Zifu Peak, breathing together with the stubborn stone he was sitting on, receiving the essence of heaven and earth, surrounded by Zhilan, and occasionally a drop of nectar fell on the stubborn stone, making his spirituality born after being infected by Shen Lian's body grow a little.

This kind of growth is very small, but over the years, this spirit can eventually grow strong enough to make the stubborn stone become fine.

Shen Lian didn't care about this, his divine sense reached a strange place.

In the vast world, there are actually countless spaces that the physical body cannot enter, and even the divine consciousness cannot discover this kind of space, but it does exist.

It's like dreaming, sometimes I dream that I went to a strange place, and everything that happened is very real, but after waking up, it is difficult to find a trace of that place in reality.

Maybe that place is real, but it is impossible to enter it in reality.

Shen Lian's divine sense traced the demonic qi to Taiwei Pavilion, but in a trance, he arrived at a strange place. In front of him was a city, and there were three words on the gate of the city - 'City of Death in Vain'.

The city of the dead in vain, literally, is the place where the people who died in vain live. The meaning of unjust death is that it is not the end of life, but due to suicide, disaster, war, accident, murder, etc., and the unjust death is called unjustly killed.

Shen Lian also knew that a place like the City of the Dead was by no means unique to the Yellow Spring, there was once a great power of Buddhism, who took pity on those creatures who died in vain, and opened up an independent space as a place for the resentful souls of these creatures, also known as the City of the Dead in Vain.

The City of the Dead does not need to be able to accommodate living beings, and some immortal real people, if the exercises are special, can also create space for this effect. Naturally, this place is not allowed for the living, only the dead.

Shen Lian is a living person, but now he is a ball of divine will, a divine will that traces the source of demonic energy.

Even this vain city can be said to be still in the Taiwei Pavilion, but the special nature of this space makes it difficult to find.

There is no spiritual power here, it is empty and empty.

Shen Lian stepped into the city of vain death, his speed was very fast, so fast that he entered it in a moment's time.

But he didn't wonder why he was so fast, because he had a similar idea now.

The city is full of shops, stalls, and vendors, and a river runs through the city, which is somewhat similar to the Youhe River, except that there are houses on both sides.

There are also cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, carts, sedan chairs, large and small boats, houses, bridges, and city towers, not to mention the details.

Everything here is no different from a bustling mortal city.

Shen Lian wandered around, more like a boy wandering around.

He felt that he should have a folding fan, and at this time, a stall selling folding fans appeared in front of him.

He seemed to have forgotten the peculiarities of the city, that it was a city of dead death.

Shen Lian arrived in front of the stall and began to pick up the folding fan on it, he took a folding fan casually, and asked the vendor, "How much does this fan cost?"

The peddler said, "Ten cents." ”

Shen Lian picked up another folding fan and said, "How much is this folding fan?"

The peddler said, "Ten cents." ”

The workmanship and surface of the second folding fan are obviously much finer, but the vendor still only replied with a sentence of ten cents.

And only if Shen Lian asked him how much the fan was, he would answer, and the answer would never change.

He tried many vendors, even pedestrians, most of whom would only say one or two of the same thing, and some of them could not speak at all. They all have the same trait, which is dead silence, real dead silence.

Like the grass, trees, bamboos and stones, there is no emotion, no self-awareness, and even the breath of life.

Everyone in this city is the same.

Shen Lian didn't find the Heavenly Demon Qi from them, only one thing was clear, they weren't even ghosts, because ghosts also had a certain consciousness, and even some ghosts, independent consciousness was no different from that of a living person.

They have all lost the most important thing in life, which is the aura of nature.

The aura of nature is present in all living beings, and it is also a proof of self-existence.

Shen Lian traveled all over the city of vain death, every corner, and the result was that all the people and animals in this city lost their true aura.

There was another place he didn't go to, because it came out of nowhere.

This is a Taoist temple, and when Shen Lian walked in, he found that everything here was very familiar, because all the furnishings in it were exactly the same as the ancestral hall of the Taixu Dynasty on the Zifu Peak, and he saw the portrait of the ancestor with the content of Xianyun Tanying.

Next to the portrait of the patriarch, there is also a painting with a woman, or a female crown.

The style is peerless, like blue clouds.

He had seen the face of this female crown, and it was the same as that of Fairy Ziling's apprentice, that is, Shen Lian's unmet master, Biyun Zhenren.

He still remembers the kind of memory when Gu Caiwei took out the portrait of Biyun in the past.

I have also heard that Fairy Ziling attaches great importance to Biyun Zhenren.

There is no need to explain this, because for the sake of Biyun Zhenren, Fairy Ziling has chased and killed Yanxu for more than ten years, so that he does not dare to relax for a moment.

It was definitely the most embarrassing day of Yanxu's life.

Maybe if Biyun Zhenren hadn't died, he had already become an immortal real person, and Qingxuan would never decline.

When Shen Lian was immersed in this memory, a sword qi appeared silently.

This sword qi was very familiar to him, and it was the invisible sword technique that Chen Jianmei cultivated. Those who use sword qi are already at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. It is hard to imagine that apart from Chen Jianmei, there are other people who can have such a fire in the attainment of the invisible sword technique.

It's just that this person's attainments are still an insurmountable distance behind Chen Jianmei.

When the sword qi was about to enter the body, Shen Lian opened his mouth slightly, and with a strong suction, he swallowed the invisible sword qi hard, and he also saw a middle-aged Taoist priest stabbing down from the zenith with a sword.

(To be continued.) )