Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Ugh-"

The black air train flew through the sky with its loud siren.

The snipers grabbed Yunjing and Ziran's paper deeds as parachutes, and floated unsteadily onto the roof of the car.

At this moment, the air train has come out of the dream and entered the spiritual path.

Lingdao is the building of spiritual channels.

Although in the world of cultivating immortals, auras are everywhere, but they are like air currents in the air and ocean currents in the sea. They will gather in one place and circulate between heaven and earth. They especially like to attach to places where all kinds of breaths are mixed, such as rivers, high altitudes, and human roads. The crossroads of the world are the places of the spiritual way.

Creatures who enter the spiritual path will find that the world presents another state.

For example, the dream that I was in just now, its appearance is a huge red bubble, and other small bubbles (dreams) are suspended in the spiritual path, dangling.

And when the snipers turned their heads to look, it was when the bubble burst.

It is like a broken crystal ball, with dirty "sewage" pouring out from the middle.

Countless black hands even stretched out from "Sewage", trying to catch the sky train.

It's a pity that the speed of these "sewage" is obviously limited, and the attack range is also very limited. Their reaching out is just futile, and they can only be left far behind by the sky train.

The snipers breathed a sigh of relief and let out a series of cheers:

"Closer!"

"At stake!"

"At stake!"

"...a blessing in disguise?"

"Zhizhi, wrong connection!"

"We're not playing solitaire."

The snipers used idioms indiscriminately, looked at the "sewage" that was still spreading in the spiritual path, and commented creakingly:

"Fortunately, we ran fast! Otherwise, we would have become part of it!"

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous, Zhizhi!"

"It wasn't that dangerous at the beginning! We want a reward!"

"That's right! I want a reward!"

The small heads of this group of ferocious beasts are probably similar to the heads of birds and fish. They quickly forgot what happened not long ago, and only cared about the small profits they might get.

"What if you don't get paid?"

"Very likely! I heard that the stronger the immortal, the more stingy, just like our prince!"

"Then let's take this magic weapon for ourselves first!" a sniper suggested, and patted the train below with its small paw.

Sniper's IQ is about the same (low).

This stupid idea won the unanimous approval of other snipers.

"That's right! Take it for yourself! Take it for yourself!"

The group of snipers yelled wildly for a while, and only one asked timidly: "Then how can I keep it for myself?"

"I know!" The sniper who proposed to take the sky train as its own replied at the beginning, this one obviously didn't suddenly get its mind now, it was obviously on the way to Donghai, and it was thinking about similar ideas For this reason, I also specially observed the control method of this train: "There is a place called 'control room' in the car, as long as it occupies there, even we can control this magic weapon!"

However, the control room of the sky train is not necessarily at the front of the car.

Although the air train is called a "train", it is not entirely on the technological side after all. It is still a magic weapon. To control the magic weapon, the spiritual power must be wrapped around the whole magic weapon, so it is best to control it from the center of the magic weapon.

Snipers have low cultivation bases, but this is still clear.

They quickly ran to the middle of the train and climbed into the car along the carriage.

This train was run exclusively for the snipers. In theory, they should be the only passengers on it, but the snipers dared not enter through the train door because of their guilty conscience, but found a window that was not closed tightly.

"I came up with the idea, I was the first!"

"There is no such reason, I am the first!"

"Don't grab it!"

Although creatures like Sniper are small in size, they are thoroughly ferocious beasts. Their small heads never have the thought of peaceful coexistence for a moment, even when they treat their own race.

They scrambled to squeeze themselves into the small gap in the window, only the last one, which was weaker in stature, was a step slower, unable to squeeze in from left to right.

And the one in front of it didn't know why it didn't move, leaving half of its butt/butt and tail outside the window.

"Squeaky, get out of the way!"

In the end, the sniper screamed, kicked his companion's ass/ass hard, and then squeezed in.

What he met was a red eye.

A bloodshot red eye.

Snipers are also afraid.

No matter from the perspective of any creature, when faced with danger, it will first look at the opponent's eyes to judge the opponent's attack intention, so this has nothing to do with the eyeballs of any creature.

If a human being suddenly turns into a narrow and dark luggage rack and suddenly sees an eyeball, no matter whether the eyeball is a human being, a pig, a cow, or a dog, he will be frightened.

At least the spy is intimidated.

"squeak--"

It almost screamed, but the snipers who entered this section of the carriage one step ahead of it quickly rushed over, blocked its mouth with their small paws, and blocked the scream.

This seems like the right move.

If the actions of the snipers are not exaggerated.

When a sniper rushed over, it accidentally touched the "salute" on the luggage rack, and the unknown thing fell down, making a muffled sound.

The snipers watched in horror as the eye rolled and turned, looking down.

The snipers followed and looked down.

The carriage slowly filled with people.

They were pale and stood upright, but there were so many people who didn't make a sound, as if they didn't exist. It wasn't until something fell from the luggage rack that they all turned their necks and looked in that direction.

What fell to the ground was a head.

It has only one eye, the other eye socket is empty, apparently "forgot" the other eye on the luggage rack.

Because of this, it stared straight at the luggage rack with its only remaining eye.

And the "people" in the carriage also looked towards the luggage rack.

They turned their necks at the same angle, but their bodies did not turn. Therefore, several passengers who were not in a good position broke their neck bones in order to raise their heads, especially those at the door, and directly turned their necks into twists.

These "human beings" didn't feel that they were abnormal, they stared straight at the snipers and smiled.

"Squeak!"

These snipers screamed unbearably, and a liquid with a strong smell dripped from the luggage rack.

Bailu Village.

Lu Dayong, the head of Bailu Village, was looking into the night sky.

The location where he is is the terminal station of the sky train.

Whether it is the train heading for the reincarnation road or the train heading for the Bailu Mountain Air Ferry, they will eventually return here for maintenance.

But this terminal is not an air ferry.

It is connected with the ground by a spiral staircase and is a part of Bailu Village.

At this moment, like the village chief, the villagers are also looking up at the top of the stairs. Not long ago, a black sky train just left the terminal, and the monks in the whole village were dispatched to barely maintain order.

The villagers looked at the departure of the train, and most of their eyes were a little sad and nostalgic.

The only exceptions are outsiders who don't know the history here:

"Finally they're all gone?" Mo Bai asked.

Of course he is not a guy who looks like a change, but the real thing.

In view of Zhu Yan's unreliability, Mo Bai was sent by Nangongqin to Bailu Village to help renovate the sky train and adjust the route to "Bailu Village-Azuran Dreamland-Reincarnation Road" line.

Transforming the train is still a trivial matter, but Mo Bai was startled by the "passengers" here in Bailu Village: "Why are there so many undead in this land?!"

"That's only a small part, and it's still around Bailu Village. If you count the entire Bailu Mountain Range, there will be more!" The village head of Bailu Village replied, his tone was a bit vicissitudes, "They stay here The world has been around for a long time, and I finally have a chance to leave."

"That's it!" Mo Bai said.

It was only then that he remembered that Bailu Mountain had been eroded by demon disasters for hundreds of years, and this situation would indeed cause a large number of undead.

Although the immortal cultivator said he was indifferent to life and death, Mo Bai couldn't say that it was a natural law when faced with the situation where the ghosts just crowded onto the train.

However, Lu Dayong looked at Mo Bai with hope: "Nangong Immortal asked you to come, and he also said that the train must depart at 'yin time', and asked every undead to buy a ticket. Is he planning to count and liberate the undead in this land? ?”

"Uh," today was just an accident, we were actually going to ship something else.

Mo Bai wanted to say that, but he couldn't answer the village head's eyes.

He could only ask: "Do you not mind? I heard that you usually use this car, right? But now it is used to transport dead people."

"Such residents have lived with these dead people for hundreds of years, how could they care?" Lu Dayong smiled wryly, "It's better to say that everyone hopes that the dead can return to reincarnation as soon as possible."

Before this, no one had thought of a way to use the train to drag the undead together to the Way of Reincarnation.

The most surprising thing is that it was actually requested by Immortal Nangong.

However, Lu Dayong noticed with a wink that Mo Bai seemed unable to decide the purpose of the train, so he didn't bother him any further.

It will be the same when I ask Young Master Yanyan for instructions in the future.

On the contrary, Mo Bai felt a little embarrassed.

He rubbed his head and looked towards the village pretending not to care.

Bailu Village was quiet.

Except for those monks with relatively high cultivation bases who could come out to maintain the order of the train, the other mortals hid obediently in the house without turning on the lights, as if they didn't exist.

Mo Bai remembered that when he had just arrived in this village and conveyed Nangongqin's request - start the sky train in Yinshi, and put some ghosts on it for departure - the mortals in this village were very cooperative.

Most of them are children.

"Are those children going to study in school?" Mo Bai asked.

"Yes." Lu Dayong nodded.

"Uh, can I take a look at them?" Mo Bai bravely explained, "I promised Mr. Yanyan that I will teach the children in this school for a while."

Lu Dayong's eyes lit up immediately.

The other party is at the stage of Mahayana. You can invite such a teacher, as expected of Mr. Yan Yan.

"Please come with me!" Lu Dayong said eagerly, regardless of his melancholy.

After all, the future is more important than the dead!

At the same time, Nangongqin and Zhu Yan, who were on the top floor of the glazed pagoda at the sky ferry, also watched the sky train enter the spiritual path.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome to pull the sniper out of the dream." Zhu Yan said cautiously, "I have other magic weapons that I can use."

"That's just by the way. I just hope that people who haven't bought a ticket can't get on the bus." Nangongqin said.

"No one bought the ticket?" Zhu Yan asked strangely.

Nangongqin didn't answer, he stared at the place where the sky train passed before, and a figure was standing there alone, seemingly quite at a loss.

It was Nangong Yanyan!

Nangongqin chuckled in satisfaction, watching the figure melt away in the air like the wind.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Feng Changyue 1;

Thanks to the little angels for irrigation nutrient solution: 36 bottles of Fengchangyue; 15 bottles of Huanxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! (￣3￣)╭heart