In the early morning, Tang Cheng woke up from meditation.

It floated up lightly from the mottled bamboo bed until it fell in front of the window, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

When I opened the window, white clouds poured in, soft and moist. Tang Cheng took a deep breath and walked out slowly. The Donglin Jingshe Cave was full of the beauty of the mountains, with clear springs surrounding the steps and white clouds filling the room, as if it was a fairyland.

Tang Cheng did not breathe last night, but was practicing the Thirty-Six Thunder Formation of the Heavens. Apart from the Nine Thunders of Xigang, Tang Cheng had no clue about other thunder formations. After all, this is accumulating time and cannot be practiced in one night.

Walking slowly along the stream, crystal dewdrops rolling on the weeds on the roadside, and fish swimming freely among the water plants. Tang Cheng turned a blind eye to all this, thinking about every word of "The Eternal Thunder Sounds" in his mind. Tang Cheng felt that this book was tailor-made for him.

It can be said that every word is a pearl, no word can be added or picked up.

As a Buddhist Pure Land, Nalanda Temple does not provide food. Not long after, when the rising sun is shining and the white clouds are dissipated, the monks sent by Nalanda Temple to lead the true man Wangyou have arrived.

This time, the bald man of Faxing did not arrive, but a monk named Xuan Guang left Donglin Monastery with the old Taoist and the real man.

After walking in Nalanda Temple for nearly half an hour, they were not impatient and arrived at an empty place, with several plum trees twisted with branches and no green hanging on them.

Among the many plum trees, a twinkling portal remains forever. It is a portal composed of light, which is extremely high, not far from the mountain gate of Nalanda Temple.

As he got closer, Tangcheng discovered that there were several monks sitting around the Light Gate. Countless dust was piled up on the gray monk's robes, making it difficult for several monks to see their true colors.

These monks each sat under an ancient plum tree, extremely elegant, but unfortunately the lukewarm on their faces made people feel no desire to talk.

As if he saw Tang Cheng’s question, the old Taoist Wangyou smiled and said, “Chenger, this is the famous Seven-Sage Monk of Nalanda Temple!”

He paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to speak, and then said, "I didn't expect that they were guarding this gateway to the underworld, and this complemented each other!"

Tang Cheng was very interested in the title of Seven Monks and asked repeatedly. At this time, the bald man who led the way began to negotiate with the seven monks guarding the portal, with cumbersome content.

Seeing that it was difficult to complete for a while, Master Wangyou said, "When I had not achieved my sword skills, I had the opportunity to meet these seven ascetic monks. At that time, a monk who practiced poison skills was good at soul transfer and ravaged the world. The six major sects in Zhongdi had no choice but to defeat him. Even if he could defeat him or even kill him, he carried 100,000 poisonous insects with him, and could be reborn on any poisonous insect, which was extremely difficult."

"Those years really made the monks in the world look dull!"

"Later, the Seven-Secret Monk took action, and the Buddha's light and heart fire refines the soul. In a moment, the monk turned into ashes and left. Hehe, the majesty of Nalanda Temple was extremely powerful at that time."

Tang Cheng was fascinated by the time he heard this and asked, "I wonder if the seven monks back then are these now?"

The old Taoist Wangyou smiled and said, "Even if they are not the ones they were back then!"

While talking and laughing, the light door in the middle had already shone, and a large portal appeared. Through a thin layer of fluorescent light, it was difficult to see clearly what it was inside.

Xuanguang talked aside the various taboos in the underworld to the two, and also provided a map drawn by Nalanda Temple. For tens of thousands of years, Nalanda Temple has sent countless disciples to explore the underworld, making this map extremely detailed. However, when he handed over the map, the monk Xuanguang's smile was very strange, and I am afraid that this map would not be believed in it deeply.

Tangcheng's guess is not wrong. For tens of thousands of years, there has never been a city in the Netherworld, only villages that have been relocated randomly. The village location on the map becomes beyond recognition every year or two.

The reason for drawing the map is mainly for the minerals and elixirs of the underworld. Of course, on the maps handed over to Old Taoist Wangyou and Tangcheng, all these important marks were deleted, and the rest were useless information.

Fortunately, this map is not completely useless. It is not important to refer to the directions of some rivers and mountains to retrieve the light gate leading to Nalanda Temple.

After collecting two maps, Tang Cheng thanked Xuan Guang's bare head, and the impatient Zhenren Wangyou took Tang Cheng with his sword and rushed directly into the light gate.

Netherworld.

The sky was blood-red, and the low blood-colored clouds gave people a feeling of depression.

The place where Tangcheng and Wangyou Zhenren entered was a wilderness, with rubble on the ground and no vegetation. Looking around, there was no obstruction.

"Cheng'er, remember to follow me closely. The vitality here is very strange and a little repulsive to us!" The old Taoist's face was very serious. This impact may not matter to him, but it is very fatal to Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Master, I'm not here to be a burden to you." As he said, wind and thunder wings flashed behind Tang Cheng, and the purple-green divine wings appeared, spreading all the annoying energy around him.

"Master, as long as you have wings in your hand, no one in the underworld can do anything to me. Master, please rest assured! Besides, the possibility of two people being separated is much greater to find a companion moon cicada!"

The old Taoist nodded and said, "You have always been good luck, and with this treasure wing in your hand, I don't need to worry at first. But remember that greed causes trouble, all kinds of treasures are not important!"

Tang Cheng nodded and was taught. The old Taoist then stood up with his sword, tearing the sky apart, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Seeing the old Taoist Wangyou go away, Tang Cheng chose a direction at will and flapped his wings and left.

Tang Cheng silently estimated the impact of the underworld on himself. The maximum speed of the wind and thunder wings would be reduced by about 30%, and the magical powers of thousands of miles would be reduced by about 10%. For Tang Cheng, this impact was nothing.

Shortly after disappearing, Hua Wuxie from the Fetal Encyclopedia could not help but shouted: "Master, there are treasures everywhere here. Look at the blood and energy that soars into the sky, it is the best place to practice the Heavenly Soldiers' Strategy for Slaughtering Gods."

Hua Wuxie was really fed up with Jiang Moshe's pride in front of her family. This was also the retribution for Jiang Moshe who bullied her for years ago.

Tang Cheng looked down and saw that at his feet was the foot of a giant mountain range, with various vegetation extremely lush. Tang Cheng understood the meaning of Hua Wuxie's so-called strong blood, which is that there are many places in Shura.

In addition to avoiding Mingyue's entanglement, there is another reason why Tang Cheng came to the underworld, not only the business of the unborn is the fastest. Therefore, Tang Cheng was preparing to make money in the underworld and then buy elixirs. The problem is that Tang Cheng is here to make money, not fight. With the lessons learned in Yingchuan Prefecture, who knows whether these Shura have practiced the Seven-Avian Killing Formation or the like? In short, be careful!
Chapter completed!