The vast Forgotten City, stretching for hundreds of miles, has been completely covered by Liu Qinghuan's Taoist Realm. The external embodiment of his Taoist Realm is a big river. The surging river water flows between the streets and houses, and interacts with the surroundings.
The maze is connected into one.
The entire Forgotten City turned into a vast ocean, and the billowing gray-blue fog also spread over it. It was no longer clear where the river was and where the city was.
The dead souls who were originally following Liu Qinghuan were all trying to escape in a panic, but suddenly calmed down as the river flooded behind them. Their ethereal souls were as if they were nothing, rippling back and forth with the current.
Such a scene was so shocking that even Immortal Yi standing under the altar could not help but express a bit of surprise. He did not expect that Liu Qinghuan's understanding of the reincarnation of life and death had reached such a level.
At this moment, the light that resembled thunder and lightning pierced the thick dark clouds, hung straight down, shrouded the entire altar, and completely hid Liu Qinghuan's figure standing on the high platform.
And Liu Qinghuan was so dazzled that he could hardly open his eyes. He simply closed his eyes and bathed his whole body in the light. The sound that had not dissipated in his ears became clearer, as if he was sitting in some dojo, listening to the high-level disciples.
The teachings of senior practitioners.
The fact is exactly the same. Each word started from appeasing the souls of the deceased and gradually turned into the teaching of the great road. Although it is obscure and profound, if you listen carefully, you will find that it is really related to the way he cultivated.
Liu Qinghuan was extremely surprised. He didn't know where the sound came from. It seemed to come from the sky or from the ground. It was accompanied by the sound of waves, which made him couldn't help but listen, and he forgot about his surroundings for a while.
Things.
Bear its responsibilities, bear its weight, and naturally receive its benefits. The way of heaven is passed on, and the gifts come as promised.
Liu Qinghuan entered the state of forgetfulness of things and myself in an instant, and the altar under his feet also changed at this time. The carvings carved on the stone steps were connected end to end, interlocking, as brilliant as gold water.
The light flooded into every path, climbed all the way up, and finally converged on the top platform.
A large and complex formation gradually emerged on the ground of the stone platform. Liu Qinghuan, who was immersed in the scriptures, suddenly came back to his senses, and there seemed to be something more in his deep eyes.
He lowered his head slightly and saw that the Qianqiu Samsara Pen was trembling, as if trying to break free from his hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he relaxed his strength and let it fly out.
A dazzling golden light jumped up from the ground, landed on the Qianqiu Samsara pen, and quickly swam across the entire pen body with extreme dexterity.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Qinghuan saw that the appearance of his destiny treasure had changed. The originally black pen had a few golden lines on it, making it look more luxurious. Even the pure white pen was dyed with a hint of light brilliance.
Even though there is still the last seal that has not been unlocked, the power that the Qianqiu Samsara Pen exudes at this moment is extremely astonishing, as if it only takes one stroke to turn the world upside down.
Got promoted?
A faint surprise arose in Liu Qinghuan's heart. The Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen was originally of a very high grade. Now that it has been upgraded to a higher grade, when the last seal is unlocked, it will probably be on par with the Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Vase.
He took it back into his hand and turned the pen, and heard the sound of a landslide and tsunami rumbling in the distance. With a buzzing sound, the altar beneath his feet shook violently.
On the other side of the altar is the cliff facing the maze. I saw a thick rope floating up from the rushing river. One end was hanging on the bank, but the other end was stretched straight, as if it was dragging something heavy.
, recycle bit by bit.
There was a loud "crash" sound in the water, and a black wooden boat was finally pulled out of the water. It seemed to be only a foot long, but it was as heavy as a mountain. It leaned firmly on the shore, letting the waves hit it.
But it didn't waver an inch.
Liu Qinghuan grinned helplessly. The appearance of the boat was poor. The hull was in tatters, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time. The planks of the boat were black and rotten, and the muddy yellow river water poured out from the gaps.
It seems that being an extraditer is no better than being a ferryman. The boats he handles are all broken, so why can't we get a better one?
However, although it looked like it would fall apart at the slightest touch, he knew that no other ship could sail on the maze except this boat.
Liu Qinghuan sighed, put away the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, and at the same time took back the Dao Realm that extended to the entire Forgotten City. He put his foot down, flew down the cliff, and landed on the Xuanzhou.
Immortal Yi led a group of dead souls around the altar and rushed to the shore. When he saw the boat, he did not hide his disgust: "Is this your magic weapon too?"
"Forget it." Liu Qinghuan didn't explain much and said, "Since you're here, it's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. I'll send you off sooner or later. How about I send you across this maze of rivers today?"
As soon as these words came out, before Immortal Yi could express anything, the dead souls behind him became excited, showing envy and jealous expressions one by one, but they did not dare to take a step forward.
Immortal Yi looked back, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I'm not in a hurry, not to mention I don't know yet..."
For some reason, he didn't say any more and instead said, "Let's save the others first."
Liu Qinghuan said nonchalantly: "That's okay, who comes first?"
Immortal Yi turned around and scolded him. There was a chaos for a while, but the dead souls who were desperately pushing forward lined up in a row.
Liu Qinghuan was leaning on the other side of the boat with her eyes closed and concentrating. She was too lazy to pay attention to who was first and who was behind, when she felt the boat's hull sway slightly, and the first dead soul could not wait to jump on.
He opened his eyes and was about to speak when he saw the second and third people jumping on the boat one after another. He couldn't help but frown and said: "Only one person can be ferried at a time. The next ones will go down and wait."
"Why can't there be only one?" The last two dead souls refused and shouted: "The boat is so big, it can't be squeezed!"
"Yes, we are not afraid of crowding. There is still room here. Come up quickly...ah!"
The next moment, the mysterious ark that was floating smoothly on the water suddenly started to shake, as if it had exceeded the weight it could bear, and quickly sank!
There were a lot of exclamations, Liu Qinghuan held his hands expressionlessly and said calmly: "I told you, you can only ferry one person at a time."
Immortal Yi understood: "Is there a limit?"
Liu Qinghuan said: "I would like to carry ten or eight at a time so that I can finish the job quickly. Unfortunately, this boat is not measured by weight, but by the number of people. As long as it exceeds, no one can cross the maze."
Immortal Yi nodded and shouted: "Get out of here quickly!"
The two dead souls reluctantly got off the boat, and after shaking for a while, the boat slowly floated up again.
Liu Qinghuan said to the remaining dead soul: "I want to tell you something first. When the ship is in a maze, many unexpected things are likely to happen, so don't leave the cabin. In addition, you will also face terrible dangers.
There are various kinds of confusion, whether you can break out of them depends on your luck."
"Ah?" The dead soul opened his mouth wide: "This, so many dangers! Aren't you the extraditer? Can't you help me get out of the maze?"
Liu Qinghuan sat down on the bow of the boat, waved his hand, and the mysterious boat slid out silently, and then said:
"What things have you done in the past? Why were you abandoned by the law of heaven? Why are you trapped in this situation? What you should repay must eventually be repaid. There is a glimmer of hope left in the sky, and the extraditer is just guiding you from the side, but if you can't catch it yourself
, you can’t get through it, but you can’t blame me.”