Yan Bugui left, and Chen Lian still stayed at the top of Zifu Peak.

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

Gu Caiwei came once in the middle and then left again because Chen Lian looked very good. Of course, it was a month ago before Gu Caiwei saw Chen Lian last time. If she saw Chen Lian now, she would definitely feel that Chen Lian was better than that.

Chen Lian's whole body is bright and bright, just like the real wax figures made by craftsmen in the mortal world. Although they are still the same as before, their body is crystal clear and untainted.

His temperament became more and more clear, and he was as true as an immortal above the nine heavens, and was beyond the world.

But if anyone saw Chen Lian's eyes, he would probably be very surprised. These eyes have no spirit and are silent and empty.

This is neither the eyes of a human, nor the eyes of an immortal.

Shenlian is like losing a soul's body.

His soul was indeed not in his body, and God realized that he had unexpectedly reached a place Taiweige.

Because of the special nature of Taiwei Pavilion, the demonic energy was hidden in it, and no one discovered it, and it was almost integrated with Taiwei Pavilion, and it wanted to turn the demonic energy into Taoist energy.

Shen Lian was still at the top of Zifu Peak, and the stubborn stone that was sitting down, breathing together, receiving the essence of heaven and earth, surrounded by orchids, and occasionally a drop of nectar fell on the stubborn stone, causing the spirituality that was born after Shen Lian's body to become infected with fate.

This kind of growth is very small, but over the years, this spirituality can eventually flourish to the point where it can make a stubborn stone become a spirit.

Chen Lian didn't care about these things, his divine intentions came to a strange place.

In the vast world, there are actually countless spaces where the body cannot enter, and even the spiritual consciousness cannot discover this space, but it does exist.

Just like when dreaming, sometimes I dream of going to a strange place, 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 also exists, but it is impossible to enter in reality.

Chen Lian's divine intention traced the demonic energy to Taiwei Pavilion, but in a trance he arrived at a strange place. In front of him was a city, with three words "City of Death on the city gate".

The city of Wu Death, literally, is the place where people who die in vain live. The meaning of Wu Death is not to die in a normal state, but to be killed by suicide, disasters, wars, accidents, murders, murders, etc., those who die in unjustly are called Wu Death.

Chen Lian also knew that the place like the Wude Death City was definitely not available in Jiuyou Huangquan. There was once a Buddhist powerful man who pityed those living beings who died in vain and opened up an independent space. As the place where these creatures resentful souls were resentful, it was also called Wude Death City.

The Wude Death City does not need to accommodate living creatures. Some immortals can create spaces for this effect if their skills are special. Naturally, living people cannot come in, only dead people can come in.

Chen Lian is a living person, but now he is a divine will, tracing the divine will of the source of the demonic energy.

Even the City of Death is still in Taiwei Pavilion, but the specialness of this space makes it difficult to discover.

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

Chen Lian stepped into the city of Wushen, and his speed was very fast, and he entered it when he was almost in his thoughts.

But he was not surprised why his own was so fast, because he was almost the same as a thought now.

There are many shops in the city of Wudi, many stalls, and many hawkers. A river passes through the city. This river is somewhat similar to the Youhe River. The difference is that both sides of the river are houses.

There are also cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, cars, sedan chairs, boats, houses, bridges, and city towers, not to mention in detail.

Everything here is no different from the bustling mortal city.

Shen Lian is wandering around, and it is more like a young master wandering around.

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

He seemed to have forgotten the strangeness of this city and forgot that it was a city of deceased death.

Chen Lian reached the stall and began to pick up the folding fan on it. He took a casual folding fan and asked the vendor, "How much does this fan cost?"

The vendor said: "Ten cents."

Chen Lian picked up another folding fan and said, "How much does this folding fan cost?"

The vendor said: "Ten cents."

The workmanship and fan surface of the second folding fan are obviously much more refined, but the vendor still only replied with a ten cent.

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

He has tried many hawkers, even pedestrians, who only know how to say one or two of the same words, and some of them can't speak at all. They all have the same characteristics, that is, dead silence, real dead silence.

Like plants, trees, bamboo and stone, there is no emotion, no self-awareness, and even no breath of creatures.

Everyone in this Wude Death City looks the same.

Chen Lian did not discover the aura of the demon from them, and only knew it was clear that they were not even considered ghosts, because ghosts also had a certain consciousness, and some ghosts had no difference between independent consciousness and living people.

They all lost the most important thing about living beings, that is, their true nature.

All living beings have the spiritual light of nature, and it is also a proof of self-existence.

Chen Lian traveled all over the city of Wude Death, and in every corner, all the people and animals in this city lost their true nature.

There was another place he didn't go to because it suddenly appeared.

This is a Taoist temple. After Chen Lian walked in, he found that everything here was very familiar, because all the decorations inside were exactly the same as the ancestor's hall on Zifu Peak of the Taixu lineage. He saw the portrait of the ancestor with Xianyun Tanying again.

Next to the portrait of the ancestor, there is a painting with a woman, or a female crown on it.

The charm is peerless, like the blue clouds.

He had seen this female crown's face, just like the same as Fairy Zi Ling's apprentice, the master Biyun, who had never met before.

He still remembers the kind of remembrance when Gu Caiwei took out the portrait of Biyun's real person in the past.

I also heard that Fairy Zi Ling values ​​true to Biyun.

There is no need to explain this, because for the sake of Biyun Zhenren, Fairy Zi Ling chased Yanxu for more than ten years, making him dare not relax for a moment.

That was definitely the most miserable day in Yanxu's life.

Perhaps if the true man Biyun had not died, he had become the true man of Changsheng, and Qingxuan would never decline.

When Shenlian is immersed in this memory, a sword energy appears silently.

He was very familiar with this sword energy. It was Chen Jianmei's invisible sword technique that was practiced by Chen Jianmei. The sword technique that the person who used the sword energy was already amazing. It is hard to imagine that in addition to Chen Jianmei, there were people who could have such a high level of attainment in the invisible sword technique.

However, this person's attainments were still an insurmountable distance away from Chen Jianmei.

When the sword energy was about to be in full, Chen Lian opened his mouth slightly, and a powerful suction force swallowed the invisible sword energy. He also saw a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a sword from the zenith and stabbing it.

(To be continued.)
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