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A strange building in the desert was surrounded by people.

They dressed differently, but formed small groups. Among them, people in yellow clothes accounted for the largest number in the crowd, because they learned the news the earliest and could gather their tribesmen the fastest to rush to the Western Desert.

But this was only before Jian Zong arrived.

So many forces are now as quiet as a chicken, all because there is a woman in a light grey Taoist robe right above the strange building. It is Luo Ciying.

"Linglong, didn't my aunt ask us to go to Yulin Temple?"

Jiang Wangshu approached the girl standing in the front and asked quietly.

Jiang Linglong looked at the jade tube in her hand and said without turning her head

"Great-grandfather said that the Buddha Temple will open first, so let's go to the Buddha Temple first."

"but..."

Jiang Wangshu has some doubts

"Didn't my aunt say that Yulin Temple is more suitable for us? Fosha Temple is too far away from Yulin Temple. If we can't get out in time, can we still catch up with Yulin Temple?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Linglong glanced in the direction of the Ji family who were wearing silver robes, then leaned close to Jiang Wangshu's ear.

"The young clan leader told us to follow our aunt, and she will make all the arrangements."

In fact, Jiang Ze had the same idea as Bai Hanshi. If his niece didn't use it, it would be a waste. If she used it, she would want to use it again.

Of course, he gave the money! Using this incident, she openly filled her niece's small medicine storehouse.

Jiang Wangshu nodded to show that he understood.

"Look, they're coming!"

Jiang Fuguang noticed with his sharp eyes that a large group of people were walking towards this side.

"I'm coming!"

The crowd became excited. They didn’t know why they had to wait for the Sword Sect’s people to arrive before they could open the ruins, but it was good that they came.

The crowd made way, and after Bai Banxia and the disciples of the Sword Sect stood still, the Buddhist sect was also fully prepared.

Lin Fuping flew towards Luo Ciying in the eyes of everyone

"senior!"

Lin Fuping pays respect

"Come with me!"

Luo Ciying said lightly, and fell towards the building under her feet first, followed closely by Lin Fuping.

After a visible ripple flashed, the two people completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

As soon as he entered here, Lin Fuping felt an unprecedented violent emotion in his heart, his eyes turned red, and his spiritual power began to become unstable.

"Certainly!"

Luo Ciying's voice broke into Lin Fuping's sea of ​​consciousness. Lin Fuping found a glimmer of inspiration in the midst of the brutality and held on to it tightly.

"Hoo, hoo!"

Lin Fuping was breathing heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

"Senior, what is this?"

Lin Fuping looked at the corpses strewn across the ground at his feet. There were weathered bones, as well as corpses wearing common clothing today.

"This is the former royal city of Tianyue Kingdom, and it is also the starting point of Shengrong's collapse."

Luo Ciying has come here countless times, from being full of resentment in the beginning to being indifferent now.

"I don't know how many people have died here. The resentment they left behind is an obstacle to the cultivators' Taoism. Generally, those who have not broken through to the Mahayana stage and condensed the divine core in their sea of ​​consciousness will have no choice but to go crazy when they come here. This is also the reason why Jueming asked you to save people in other places before coming to the royal city.

Although you haven't broken through to the Mahayana stage and condensed your divine core yet, the total amount of divine soul in your sea of ​​consciousness has reached the required level, so I can wake you up!"

Luo Ciying spoke calmly, but Lin Fuping almost broke out in a cold sweat after listening to her.

She never wanted to experience the feeling she just had a second time in her life.

Lin Fuping apologized for his previous arrogance. If he had come here directly, he would have gone crazy under the influence of the nightmare.

"So, senior, what should we do now?"

Lin Fuping realized that the royal city was really different from other cities, and his previous experience might not be useful here.

"Let's go to the center of the royal city, the Tianyue Kingdom Palace. Once we get there, you'll naturally know what to do."

Luo Ciying walked in front, and a ball of rose-red light with falling petals enveloped the two of them.

"You will soon enter the nightmare realm of the entire royal city. If the emperor had not made a mistake in his estimation, you would not have lost your mind."

This is also the reason why no Buddhists were brought here this time.

"You can even see what happened in the royal city back then, as well as the spirit of Yunhua, the emperor of Tianyue."

"Yunhua? The Mahayana who proposed using humans as containers to trap the foul air?"

Lin Fuping thought, isn’t that a sinner?

"Yes, Yunhua's mistakes were undeniable, so when the plan was implemented, he volunteered to be the first person to try it despite his guilt."

Lin Fuping was stunned!

"Then why do I still see his spirit?"

"Because his proposal back then was not completely useless. It's just that this time, the container that seals the foul air is the one with the highest cultivation level in each country."

Lin Fusheng was dumbfounded, and Lin Fuping was angry!

"Then I will have to face a Mahayana cultivator!? Senior, I can't beat him!"

Although the Forget-Sorrow Song can restrain foul air, it cannot restrain a Mahayana cultivator.

"No, you can win. Because you are not alone. Behind you stand Jueming and Cihang, as well as all the vows accumulated by the Buddhist Temple over thousands of years."

Luo Ciying spoke forcefully, she would not allow Lin Fuping to fail.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Lin Fuping felt something was about to break out of the ground.

"Lin Fuping, you have to know that the Buddhist sect has waited for thousands of years for this, and all of us wandering ghosts in the world are waiting for this moment. So, you can't lose!"

"Senior, I know that Fu Ping will do his best. But can you tell me why Abbot Jueming and Master Cihang are standing behind me? Are they here?"

Lin Fuping wanted to understand it now, but Luo Ciying had no intention of explaining it to her.

"Here we are!"

While the two were talking, Luo Ciying had already brought Lin Fuping to the center of the building, which was also the former royal city of Tianyue Kingdom.

However, the once glorious royal city is now only left with broken eaves and ruins, and a lingering thick, black, foul smell.

Just as Lin Fuping was surprised by the inky black foul air below, Luo Ciying took out a string of golden Buddhist beads from her bosom. There seemed to be Sanskrit sounds lingering on the eighteen beads.

Luo Ciying stroked it reluctantly, then handed it to Lin Fuping.

"Take this with you and never leave it. It will help you at the critical moment."

As soon as Lin Fuping took the Buddhist beads, he felt his body and mind become clear and he had an urge to convert to Buddhism.

The faces of his master, senior sister, and senior brother flashed through Lin Fuping's mind, and he suppressed the impulse.

"Okay, go down!"

After saying that, Luo Ciying released the light shield, and the foul air below suddenly sensed the sudden presence of the aura, and like a giant beast, it opened its mouth and pounced towards the two of them.

The two men did not dodge or evade and were swallowed up by the foul air.