Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The city died in vain.

According to legend, Shinto has an underworld to manage the reincarnation of living beings.

This city of futile death is one of the underworlds.

Shinto respects the way of heaven, shepherds and protects all living beings in the world, and is divided into three realms: heaven, earth, and humans. Gods live in the sky, humans live in the middle, and ghosts live in the earth. The hierarchy is orderly and the system is strict.

Even if it has been 40,000 years, seeing this huge and majestic City of Death, and looking at the inscriptions and symbols on the city tower, it still seems that one can see the glorious moment of Shinto in the last era.

"How?" Juekong asked with a smile.

Jiang Sheng had expected it.

It is not the lifeless land arranged by Buddhism, the yin river and the yin earth, where people die in vain.

Apart from Buddhism, the only one that can do this is Shinto.

Originally, Jiang Sheng thought it was the secret arrangement arranged by Shinto here, but now it seems that the mysterious realm of Shinto in the last era has been unable to maintain its own existence, which is why the vision manifested in the real world.

Just the slightest trace of aura leaking out turned Jiuling into a lifeless place. From this, we can imagine how majestic this city of death must have been in its heyday.

Jiang Sheng said: "In the last era, this place should have been the dojo of a certain divine king in the upper three realms."

Except for the divine kings of the upper three realms, it is difficult for other monks to support the operation of such a large secret realm.

"Yes, I think so too." Juekong smiled.

Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong with a hint of vigilance in his eyes: "I am just curious, Master, what gave you the confidence to explore this dojo in the upper three realms?"

Juekong was completely unaware and said with a smile: "If this place hadn't been in ruins for 40,000 years and the magic had disappeared, why would I have come here?"

"Right now, this place is just a broken secret realm."

"But even so, the City of Wasted Death is not something that strangers like us can easily enter."

Jiang Sheng nodded slowly: "The City of Wasted Death is the dojo of the fallen divine king. Even if the creatures of the upper three realms die, their supernatural powers can affect a place for tens of thousands of years, and can even completely change the laws of a place. "

"This City of Death is a dojo for the upper three realms, and there are many dangers hidden in it. I am very curious as to what is there that the mage must look for."

"That's my business. You just need to open the gate of this city of futile death with me. Or are you afraid of Lingyuan?" Juekong looked at Jiang Sheng with a half-smile.

Jiang Sheng put his hands in his sleeves and counted gently with his left hand. After a moment, Jiang Sheng said with a smile: "Pindao is indeed not very courageous. This city is too dangerous. I think it is better to leave first."

"Then what if I say that there is an opportunity hidden in this to directly lead to the upper three realms?" Juekong said again.

Direct access to the upper three realms?

If there were such a good thing in the world, how could it happen to them?

Regarding Juekong's words, Jiang Sheng only believed half of the ten words.

But it is also a lie to say that Jiang Sheng, who was born in vain, did not want to go in and take a look.

Jiang Sheng wanted to know what Juekong wanted to gain after racking his brains to enter this city of futile death.

What's more, this city of futile death is indeed a geomantic treasure. It would be great if Juekong, the contemporary true successor of Datianlong Temple, could be kept here.

Juekong looked at Jiang Sheng quietly, and Jiang Sheng did not disappoint him in the end: "In this case, the poor Taoist will follow the Master into the city to take a look."

"That's good." A stone finally fell to Juekong's heart.

As long as Jiang Sheng is lured into the City of Fusi, he can keep Jiang Sheng, the true successor of Penglai Taoism, here forever.

With such a treasured geomantic land, Jiang Sheng would be very willing to stay.

The two of them came to an iron-locked bridge with their own thoughts.

This chain bridge consists of three rotten iron chains connecting the two banks, covered with incomplete wooden boards. It looks like the bridge will collapse if the wind blows.

But this is in a secret realm after all, and the seemingly rotten cable bridge is still very stable.

Jiang Sheng and Juekong crossed the chain bridge and came to the other side. They saw that the sea of ​​fire outside Wusi City had fallen silent, the mountain of swords had rotted, and the boiling oil in the hundred-foot cauldrons had solidified.

And the numerous instruments of torture were all covered in dust and dilapidated.

"These are the instruments of torture used in the city to punish those who did evil."

"Everyone has a lifespan, and destiny is determined by God. God decides that you will live for fifty years, but if you die at forty, your death will be in vain."

"Those who die in vain must spend a certain number of years in the city of vain death before they can be reincarnated."

Juekong talked eloquently, obviously having a deep understanding of this city of futile death.

"Master knows a lot about the deeds of this Shinto." Jiang Sheng said.

Juekong laughed and said no more.

But Jiang Sheng thought of the statue of King Ming in Jiuling, the King Ming who suppressed the prison.

Obviously, the origin of the Ming King is quite extraordinary, and it may be related to the Shinto of the previous era.

It seems that both the Ming King and the Heavenly King of Buddhism are involved in Shinto. Thinking of this, Jiang Sheng became more vigilant.

Juekong's plan for this trip must be very deep, and being able to follow him with confidence means that Juekong has made sufficient preparations.

I just don’t know who has made more preparations right now.

The city of Wusi is extremely majestic, and its entire body is made of pitch-black boulders. Its walls are hundreds of feet high, I don’t know how wide they are, and their length is so long that you can’t even see the edges at a glance.

The gates of Wusi City are tall and strong, making it difficult for ordinary creatures to enter. Looking at the tightly fitting city gate covered with bronze nails the size of a person, Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong: "How does the Master plan to open this door?"

Juekong explained: "The main door is naturally difficult to open, but the small door is still possible."

Naturally, the main entrance of this city of futile death cannot be passed by ordinary ghosts and monsters. The small doors below the main entrance are where ghosts and monsters can pass.

These small doors are opened under the huge city gate, each about ten feet high.

Juekong's hands shook, and his whole body appeared dark gold, and his Vajra Indestructible Body was activated.

The next moment, Juekong used a move to strike out the demon-subduing lion seal. The light golden lion seal hit the small door and splashed smoke and dust all over the sky. Listening to the muffled thunder and roar, it seemed that the small door had been shaken.

But when the smoke and dust dispersed, even the small door was still motionless, not even a mark was left.

"So, you understand. This small door is also invulnerable and cannot be opened unless you and I work together."

After listening to Juekong's words, Jiang Sheng did not hold back. The Qingping Sword appeared, and the brilliant sword intent soared into the sky. The moment the Ling Ran sword intent burst out, the surroundings were filled with whimpering winds.

In the next breath, Jiang Sheng unsheathed his sword, the sword chant resounded, and a blue rainbow roared away.

I saw the sound of thunder suddenly appeared, the clouds exploded, and the green rainbow turned into skylight and flew out, slashing at the small door with a sharp edge, and in an instant, the sword energy was everywhere.

A trace of fear flashed in Juekong's eyes. The power of Jiang Sheng's sword, even if it wasn't full strength, was enough to make him wary.

When the raging sword energy dissipated, there was still no trace left on the small door.

This shows how hard this small door is. It cannot be forced open by the golden elixir monks. Unless a spiritual being comes in person, there is no hope of opening this door.

Juekong said: "Lingyuan, you and I will use our full strength. As long as we can shake the small door and open a small gap, it will be enough for you and me to go in."

"It's feasible." Jiang Sheng agreed.

The next moment, a dark golden glow flowed around Juekong's body, and the red cassock suddenly left his body. The body of the heavenly dragon appeared, and the mighty and virtuous heavenly dragon appeared.

Following Juekong's urging, the Weide Tianlong roared and crashed into it.

A water-like sword appeared on Jiang Sheng's side, and four water-like swords appeared at the same time, turning into thirty-two sword rays.

The sky burst into sobs, and with lightning speed, thirty-two sword rainbows circled and turned sharply, and then flew out in a line.

Cranes chirp and dragons roar!

In an instant, thirty-two sword rainbows hit the small door one after another like beads and stars, and the Weide Tianlong also crashed directly into it.

But the fire was blazing, the sword energy was surging, and the deafening roar was accompanied by cloud explosions.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world was shaking, and a tiny gap was finally opened above the small door.

When Jiang Sheng and Juekong joined forces just now, none of the three or four Nascent Soul cultivators had such power.

As the small door was opened, Juekong and Jiang Sheng stopped and fled inside.

Vicissitudes of life, lamentation, hesitation
Stepping on the black jade ground of Wushou City, Jiang Sheng felt the sadness of this secret place.

The atmosphere in Wusi City no longer flows, and all the buildings remain dilapidated but not completely decayed, as if time here has been suspended.

But even so, there is still not a single living being in the entire Fusui City, even if ghosts exist.

At this time, the only two strangers in this huge city of vain death were Jiang Sheng and Juekong.

As the two strangers entered, the originally stagnant City of Death seemed to have regained a trace of time flow, and the turbid atmosphere began to become active again.

A small token appeared in Juekong's hand. The qi on the token was exactly the same as the qi of Wusi City.

This is a token that was lost in the City of Fusi, and it is the Imperial Order of the Magistrate's Office.

The token of an underworld judge.

This is where the opportunity to feel empty lies.

"Lingyuan." Juekong suddenly said.

"Why, you can't help but want to cross the river and burn the bridge?" Jiang Sheng said with a smile.

A gilt Zen staff and a purple gold alms bowl appeared in Juekong's hand, with a smile on his face: "It doesn't count crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. If we talk about it, it should be removing the mill and killing the donkey."

"The door has been opened, but there is only one opportunity to waste the city."

"The poor monk never likes to share opportunities with others. In this way, I can only let you stay here to avoid leaking the news."

After saying this, Juekong paused with the gilded Zen staff in his hand, and the golden Buddha's light bloomed. Then the purple gold alms bowl was raised in the air, casting the Buddha's light to freeze Jiang Sheng's figure.

However, under the Buddha's light, Jiang Sheng's figure spread out like water waves.

The master walked out from another direction, and the Qingping sword in Jiang Sheng's hand groaned softly, eager to slash at Juekong.

"That's really a shame."

"To be honest, Pindao is still happy to share it with others, but it's a pity that fellow Taoist is not a Taoist."

"Juekong, you want to keep Pindao, and why doesn't Pindao want to keep you here?"

As Jiang Sheng spoke, the sword light on the Qingping sword in his hand flickered, and the sword light flickered. The next moment, wind and water rose, and the green sword rainbow flew through the sky with the meaning of Feng Shui, just like the sky light breaking through the clouds, rushing straight into the sky. Face door.

Juekong laughed, the mighty heavenly dragon appeared, the Buddha's fire surged, the dragon roared in anger, and the thousand-foot-long heavenly dragon entangled itself, blocking Jiang Sheng's sword light that was indestructible and capable of cutting everything.

boom!
The sword energy surged, the Buddha's fire surged into the sky, and in the city of vain death that had been silent for 40,000 years, a roar suddenly appeared, as if it was awakening this dead city of darkness. (End of chapter)