My baby is gone again

Chapter 4 Dead City
Being close to the coast, the air is humid and warm.

Although it is early autumn, the seaside plants are still lush.

The magic weapon flew very smoothly, Lu Xuan turned around, and suddenly said:
"Cheng Daoyou, I heard that the saintesses of the noble sect will only enter the world of mortals after the Mahayana period. Why did you go down the mountain so early?"

In his impression, Dushi Jianzhai's practice method is very special.

At a certain period at the peak of Mahayana, one will enter a state of "transformation", one's own cultivation will be greatly weakened, and one will fall to the Golden Core state.

At this time, you need to go down the mountain to experience the world of mortals. After enlightenment, you can enter the period of crossing the catastrophe.

Only saintesses will have this strange state, which seems to be related to a certain [Physique].

When the patriarch stole the fairy scriptures, it was just in time for the saintess to finish her enlightenment and her state was at its peak.

In the first battle to consolidate the realm, the ancestor of Dao Yanzong was beaten up first.

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

Unless she is like him, Nascent Soul can run away, otherwise the person standing in front of him is really a genuine Golden Core cultivator.

"...Fellow Daoist Lu is very knowledgeable."

A trace of astonishment flashed in Cheng Lingzhu's eyes.

She pondered for a moment and explained:
"Thousands of years ago, we, Dushi Jianzhai and [Great Dream Pure Land] cooperated, and researched a special secret technique.

The saint inside the gate went down the mountain during the golden core period, and kept her insights. When the [Red Dust Calamity] comes, she will repeat it with the method of entering a dream. When she wakes up, she can go directly to the Transcendence Tribulation Realm, which is even better for her practice than before. "

"I see."

Lu Xuan understood.

The way of practice has been improving and developing. Compared with the previous Mahayana period when he went down the mountain to practice, this method of "entering the dream and crossing the catastrophe" is much more advanced.

For example, when you go down the mountain when you are young, your mind is immature. After you have lived for thousands of years, you can re-watch your own experiences back then, and you will have a lot of enlightenment.

At the same time, because it is a deduction in a dream, if you go back to the world of mortals, you can make up for your regrets in your dreams and make your practice more complete.

"A monk who can think of this method may have some regrets in his heart..."

Lu Xuan thought to himself.

………………

"Fellow Daoist Lu, the area where the dead city is located is ahead, and monks will feel obvious discomfort when they enter within a radius of a hundred miles."

On the spirit boat, Cheng Lingzhu reminded.

The two of them had already entered the range affected by the breath of the dead city.

Lu Xuan looked at the ground, it seemed that the plants hadn't changed, they were still green and lush.

But the feeling it gave him was quite different from before.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes when he used the art of operation.

All the scenes below the flying boat have become finely detailed.

The seemingly round leaves have many small sharp teeth on the edge, which are unevenly stacked and squeezed together. The originally smooth and straight branches have become twisted and sickly, twisted in a similar spiral shape, and squeezed together. It is full of hematoma-like stalks, and under the shadows, purple-black veins are entwined at the bottom of the leaves. Around these veins, burrs tear the surface of the leaves, and they come out ferociously and crazily, gnawing at everything around them. .

Lu Xuan knew that the plants along the coast definitely shouldn't be in this state.

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

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

Lu Xuan didn't feel anything, it seemed that the breath from the dead city had no effect on him.

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

I don't know if it's a strong support, or there are secret treasures on him.

The closer you get to the dead city, the darker the sky becomes.

When it was within ten miles of the dead city, the sky was already shrouded in dark clouds.

It was as black as ink, extremely gloomy.

"Clap."

A soft sound.

In the sky, there are raindrops falling.

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

But this raindrop is black.

The raindrops exuded an aura of decay and corruption, falling on the ground, wriggling like living creatures, and burrowing into the ground.

"Boom—"

Above the sky, thunder rumbled.

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

The downpour is coming.

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

Looking back, it was Lu Xuan who opened the umbrella behind her.

It was a very beautiful oiled paper umbrella, which seemed to be 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.

"There's something wrong with this rain."

Cheng Lingzhu withdrew his hand.

Not far away is the city, the wall is dark and thick, hundreds of feet high, cold and dead.

"Are you still going inside?"

She raised her head and stared at Lu Xuan.

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

"It's all coming."

Cheng Lingzhu took a few breaths, and there was a big ups and downs in his chest:

"...Then after you go in later, don't stay too far away from me."

………………

"Is this door opened by people from Tianshui Temple?"

Standing in front of the dead city, Lu Xuan looked at the huge chain on the city gate, his black eyes sank slightly.

There are nine chains in total, like a black dragon coiling around, ferocious and ferocious.

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

The originally closed city gate also opened a gap, allowing several people to pass through.

Cheng Lingzhu didn't think it was a good thing, just standing in front of this dead city, she felt a heavy sense of oppression.

The opened city gate is like an evil beast in the night, quietly dormant, choosing to devour people.

"No."

She shook her head:

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

Before coming to Dead City, Cheng Lingzhu visited Tianshui Temple.

As the successor of Dushi Jianzhai, the elder Tianshuiguan and his disciples dare not hide her inquiry.

Lu Xuan nodded, he thought so too.

With the strength of Tianshui monks, this chain should be broken.

"The disciples of Tianshui Temple said that it rained heavily the night the dead city appeared."

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the city gate.

A cold and smooth touch came from the palm, as if touching the body of a giant snake.

And on this city gate, there are actually many fine patterns engraved, the carvings are shallow, but it feels very clear when touched by hand.

The walls of the dead city are hundreds of feet high, and the city gate is also extremely tall. At a height of [-] meters above the ground, the city gate has deformed, and there are chaotic claw marks deeply imprinted on it.

Lu Xuan could imagine what kind of scene it was——

On that same night of torrential rain, something escaped from the dead city. It squirmed, twisted and struggled to get out of the city. The chains were torn off, and the city gate was torn and deformed, leaving behind traces of him.

Lu Xuan exhaled slowly, and it turned into a white mist about a foot long, like a sharp sword aura:

"Today is the first day since the dead city appeared?"

Cheng Lingzhu thought for a while:

"No.30 for three days."

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Behind him is the dark rain, and in front of him is the city of decay and death.

He put away his umbrella and walked into the city.

………………

Inside the dead city, it was also dark.

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

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

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

Lu Xuan paused, and walked towards the nearest room.

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

Cheng Lingzhu said:
"Follow me, don't act rashly, this dead city is even weirder than I imagined..."

Hearing what she said, Lu Xuan had no choice but to give up. He turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.

In Lu Xuan's memory, when he used to download dungeons, he was often accompanied by big bosses.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, there is still a golden elixir 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 around and said:
"After entering...remember to be careful, there may be danger inside."

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

So after she finished speaking, she immediately closed her mouth.

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

As the saint of Dushi Jianzhai.

It's obviously too close to say such a thing to someone you just met.

Mother-in-law, she is not his master.

Cheng Lingzhu shook her head slightly, but she didn't know the reason.

For some reason, after meeting Lu Xuan, she felt somewhat familiar in her heart.

It's like when she first met, she said without thinking that she was willing to introduce him to other sects.

She is obviously not a nosy person.

(End of this chapter)