The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the peach garden is nowhere to be found.
The Xuanzhou shuttled rapidly across the maze of the river, but it was so smooth that one could not feel it moving forward. The world was silent, and one could not even hear the slightest sound of waves.
Three feet away from the ship's hull is the billowing gray-blue fog, with no way forward and no way back.
Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the bow of the ship with her eyes closed and meditating. Except for the beginning, another passenger on the ship hid in the cabin and never showed his head again.
In fact, Xuanzhou does not need Liu Qinghuan to control it, it seems to know where the other shore is, and only it knows where the other shore is.
Time seems to have lost all meaning at this moment, and I don't know how long the voyage lasted. It was so long that people almost suspected that they were just staying in place.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the fog just a few feet away. After thinking for a moment, a spell hit the hull of the ship.
A layer of deep black light rose up and enveloped the entire ship. The next moment, the mist suddenly rolled violently and swarmed in!
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, Xuanzhou's defensive cover shook violently, and a black light emitted.
"What is the sound!" A scream came from the cabin, and the dead soul stuck his head out and asked in horror: "What is hitting the ship?"
Liu Qinghuan stood up and searched the fog with his eyes: "I don't know, the other party was too fast and covered himself with the fog... and left."
"Oh, all right."
The dead soul held his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. However, there was a big hole in his chest, and the front and back were ventilated. There was nothing to cover.
However, Liu Qinghuan did not relax at all. He frowned and looked out of the boat and said, "It's time to start. The things hidden in this maze can endure for so long, which is beyond my expectation."
I don't know what the gray-blue mist is. I swept away it with my spiritual consciousness, and it was completely empty, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
The dead soul became nervous again and looked around in panic: "Will they come again? This ship is so broken, can it withstand it?"
Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and sat down on the bow of the boat again: "Don't worry, this boat is specially designed to take you through the maze, it's just an external appearance."
Seeing that he was so calm, the dead soul was also much calmer, and seemed to be having a good time chatting, saying: "My name is Wei Xing, I am originally from the Canglang Realm, and I have stayed in the Forgotten City... Well, one thousand years? Two thousand years
?I can’t remember clearly, when did your friend come in?”
"It didn't take long." Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and asked, "Why did you come to Forgotten City?"
"Who knows!" Wei Xing looked a little indignant and said loudly: "Back then, I had a fight with a Buddhist cultivator. I admit that my skills are inferior to him, so I will die..."
He pointed at the big hole in his chest: "In the end, he didn't die. When he opened his eyes again, he had already reached the Forgotten City!"
Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "What did you do before the fight with the Buddhist cultivator?"
"This..." Wei Xing's face became a little unnatural: "I just killed a few little bald donkeys and destroyed a few Buddha statues... This is not a big crime, right? We are Taoists, not Buddhists.
Kill everyone along the way. Is it worth locking me up in the Forgotten City and suffering the consequences of death? Those who frequently wash out a fairy city with blood and slaughter them constantly, aren't there too many?"
Liu Qinghuan touched his chin thoughtfully, knowing that this person was not telling the truth, but the other party refused to tell, and he didn't bother to ask.
The two of them chatted one after another. During this period, several situations occurred. The thing that had never revealed its true identity hit the mysterious ark, and the power became stronger each time.
Liu Qinghuan's expression gradually became serious. He held the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand and took action decisively when the mist moved again!
The sword-like tip traced a sharp trajectory, slashing towards the left side of the ship like lightning. Only a shrill scream was heard, the fog broke open, and a huge gray shadow fled quickly waving its long tentacles.
, but left one of them as a souvenir.
Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand a little and took the tentacle to the side of the ship. He saw that it was covered with marks and began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bones and flesh turned into gray mucus and dripped down, and a strange fragrance was emitted.
.
Just as he was about to take a closer look, a low roar suddenly came from behind him, and a strong wind came violently!
Liu Qinghuan's expression turned cold, and the golden Yang God's virtual fire burst into the air. The misfortune that rushed towards him screamed and rolled onto the board of the ship. Shocking scorch marks appeared on his virtual soul.
Liu Qinghuan turned around, and before the scolding came out, he realized that something was wrong with Wu Xing's state. His eyes turned white, his mind was obviously in chaos, and he was burned by his Yangshen Void Fire, and his face was still full of fierceness.
Severe color.
Liu Qinghuan called out to the other party several times, but the response was a series of low roars.
"Have you entered a state of confusion? Why so suddenly..."
From the corner of his eye, he saw that half of the tentacles hanging on the side of the ship had completely turned into a puddle of pus, and the strange fragrance had filled the entire Xuanzhou.
And as the strange fragrance got stronger, Wei Xing's expression became more and more crazy. He completely ignored Yang Shen's virtual fire, which had done great damage to the dead soul, and roared at him again.
Liu Qinghuan was a little impatient. The shadow of a whip appeared in the air, and there was a "pop" sound. Unfortunately, he fell out again.
The whip was wrapped around it again, tied up and thrown into the cabin.
Unfortunately, he was completely lost in confusion at this time. He was moaning incoherently, occasionally adding words like "bald donkey" and "Buddha body", and he was twisting and trying to break free.
However, Liu Qinghuan's spiritual consciousness is so powerful, and the consciousness whip is as solid as the best magic weapon, how can his weak soul and body be able to break free.
Liu Qinghuan ignored it and waved his sleeves. A gust of breeze blew by, and the strange fragrance that filled the ship finally dissipated. Then he walked up to Wei Xing and threw a few spells on his head.
Fortunately, he finally stopped shouting and moving, and became slightly conscious. He raised his head and struggled to identify Liu Qinghuan for a long time before he recognized Liu Qinghuan and said weakly: "What happened to me just now?"
"You were fascinated by the illusion. How do you feel now?"
"It hurts. It turns out to be so painful from being burned by Yang Shen's virtual fire..." Wei Xun struggled a little and asked, "Can you untie it for me?"
"Tie them up first." Liu Qinghuan stood up, walked to the bow of the boat and sat down where he could see him, and said: "If you don't want to be hurt by my mistake again, you'd better stay like this for now.
I can also wake you up in time if there is a problem."
Wei Xing huddled up in frustration and despair: "When will this damn life end? I don't even want to live. I just want to be able to look forward to the next life without losing my soul. Why is it so difficult!"
A hint of sarcasm appeared on Liu Qinghuan's lips. He didn't want to say more, but thinking of his duty to extradite people, he still said: "I don't know what you did in the past, but judging from your appearance, it seems that you haven't reflected on what you did until now."
Because, even if you practice Mahayana, you will have to go through several rounds of thunder tribulations in the end and accept the judgment of heaven for what you have done in your life."
Seeing that Wei Xing's face seemed to be moved, Liu Qinghuan continued: "So you should think carefully about why you were abandoned by the way of heaven in the first place, and then start to repent from the bottom of your heart. Otherwise, even if it is another one or two thousand years, this will