Notes on building a city in the immortal world

A deal is a deal after all.

Since the other party offered money to test the gun (although the money was not enough), Zhenyan had no reason to refuse.

And Zhenyan also knows that as long as he sells the air ferry, his "clients" may use rail guns to blow up all the existences they want to blow up, including Bailu Mountain or themselves.

Only by working in the service industry can we know how many wonderful things there are in this world.

Zhenyan was not completely unprepared for this.

"Ah, I almost forgot!" Zhenyan said as if he just remembered.

Zhenyan walked up to the energy column, touched the column, and with his movement, the half-charged energy column suddenly lit up, and the blue thunder light even overflowed from the column, beside Zhenyan Crackle.

That's enough power to pierce the sky!

Everyone present stared blankly at the energy column, unable to react for a while.

It's a pity that these electricity are similar to the spirit stones in the storage bag, the banknotes in the wallet, and the running water between the fingers. I saw that Zhenyan pressed another switch, and the charged electricity passed through the energy column once, and instantly Disappeared.

"What are you doing?!" Jing Zhe couldn't help screaming strangely.

"Open the defense cover," Zhenyan blinked, and said casually, "I forgot to mention it just now! The defense cover of the air ferry is also determined by the power level. How powerful the rail gun can be launched is how powerful it can be activated. defensive cover."

Zhenyan said with a smile: "By the way, don't worry, the power to open the defensive cover is a gift!"

"What's there to worry about!" Jing Zhe was heartbroken, "Since you're all full, so what if you fire a cannon?!"

It's no wonder that Jing Zhe jumps his feet like that.

Since the hole was pierced in the sky, everyone in the world of cultivating immortals has been studying how Nangong Qin did it, especially the masters of the Mahayana period. Many people want to find out how much spiritual power it will take to pierce the sky.

It's not that they have a grudge against God, but that they are not sure that they can do it themselves!

Most of the Mahayana monks "touched" the sky.

Since they want to ascend, they will definitely fly as high as possible to reach the limit of what they can touch, and find a way to break through all obstacles!

But the sky cannot be broken - at least no one thought it could be done until then - because the sky is not solid!

Immortal cultivators can try to fly as early as the late stage of Qi refining, but if they go straight up, they will feel like they are climbing a building tree. The higher they go, the denser the spiritual energy and the greater the resistance. To this extent, the spiritual energy will even become a liquid state-this is simply unimaginable in the mortal world where the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner.

However, the denser the aura, the better.

Just like undiluted fertilizer will burn the root veins of plants, too much aura will directly burn the spiritual roots.

Therefore, although there are legends that if you can pass through the "sea of ​​spiritual power" above, you can directly reach the upper realm, but there has never been a successful example. The space channel "smuggles" to the upper realm.

Nangong Qin used a weapon to punch a hole in such a sky!

Some monks even went to check it, and concluded that the power of the rail gun created a vacuum in the sea of ​​spiritual energy, and the surrounding density was too dense, so it solidified into a solid.

——Although this conclusion does not seem to explain why the rift is in the state of a spider web.

However, for monks in the Mahayana period, the reason for such a thing is good, the point is whether they can do it themselves!

It is also a Mahayana monk, if someone can do it but he can't, is he weaker than Nangongqin? !

It's no wonder they care about the psionic power level a railgun consumes.

Especially Waking of Insects.

Their clan had a long-term grievance with Nangong Qin, so they panicked even more.

But after a pause, Jing Zhe suddenly reacted: "Wait a minute, if the defensive cover is also determined by electricity, then the full defensive cover can withstand the sky-shattering blow?"

Then isn't this defensive cover 'stronger' than the sky?

"Who knows?" Zhenyan laughed.

Anyway, as long as these "guests" die, there is a place that can guarantee the safety of themselves and the students.

The "guests" didn't seem to die so quickly.

After Jing Zhe test-fired the railgun at his own expense, he was not so anxious to test the data of the railgun, and said that it would only start after an auspicious day.

Customers are God, so Zhenyan naturally has no objections.

Before the air ferry was auctioned off, he was the owner of the ferry. After ordering the artificial intelligence to lock the launch port of the rail gun, other people would not be able to activate the rail gun unless they had hacker skills.

Only in this way, the valuation of the air ferry will be delayed by two days.

The finale auction is still early, so Zhenyan can naturally afford to wait.

But even so, Zhenyan wasted a whole day. When he came out of the management office of Xianji, the sky was almost dusk.

Zhenyan walked out of the gate of the management office, and then stopped.

I don't know what the design concept is. The main entrance of the management office is facing a long and thin aerial staircase without railings.

The management was originally at the highest level of the city, and now it is at the lowest level, so this thread, like a spider's thread, hangs in mid-air, enough to arouse the deepest fear in the hearts of all acrophobic patients.

But the scenery is very good.

From the stairs, you can see the endless... the sea?

There is no sea below, only countless doors.

Some of these doors are tightly closed, with thick dust on them, as if they have not been opened for centuries, while others are open. There is everything behind the door. Zhenyan even saw a wet tentacle trying to Squeeze out from behind the door.

Zhenyan heard Nangong Qin say before that the location of Xianji is constantly moving, and it will even appear at the entrance of the secret realm.

But he never thought of such a secret realm.

"Haha, it's spectacular!" Jing Zhe said proudly.

Zhenyan's surprised expression obviously pleased him.

So Jing Zhe acted as if the doors below were his property: "This is a secret realm with thousands of doors, and there is a miniature space behind each door! Although since ancient times, monks have been exploring what is behind these doors , but so far, no exploration has been completed! Some people say that after the space behind a door is completely explored, a new door will be created."

"It's amazing!" Zhenyan said, looking down in a daze.

"There are even more powerful ones!" Jing Zhe said, looking to the east, there is a clock tower over there, "At this time, it's almost time to change places."

While he was saying that, the bell announcing the coming of Xu time rang.

And in this bell, the portal below shook.

They are like the sun, moon and stars in the sky, falling towards the west, while what stretches out in the east is a fog.

The fog was much thicker than what Zhenyan saw at the beach in the morning. They even seemed solid, and the color was disgusting. If you want to compare it, it looks like writhing moldy intestines. Fortunately, there seems to be a hood covering it. On these fogs, the fog cannot invade the city.

Just looking down from the ladder in the air, the entire sole of the feet is occupied by the distorted mist.

Zhenyan's hairs stood on end.

This is an instinctive reaction, and he didn't feel this kind of fear even in the Samsara Dao.

"What is this?" Zhenyan couldn't help asking.

Jing Zhe laughed and said, "The wonderful thing hasn't come out yet!"

Zhenyan resisted the numbness of his scalp and stared at it for a long time. Just when he was impatient to continue watching the fog below, a bright red eye suddenly appeared in Zhenyan's field of vision.

If you look closely, you can see that the eye is part of the mist.

Rather, the entire "fog" is a huge living creature.

"what!"

Zhenyan vaguely heard screams.

It seemed to be sent by the nuns next to me.

But Zhenyan didn't care about these. The moment he met those bright red eyes, he felt that he lost control of his limbs, and could only stand in vain, unable to move.

"stop looking."

At this time, a pair of hands covered Zhenyan's eyes.

Although it is a bit cold, it is very comfortable.

"Ancestor." Zhenyan called.

His body was still a little weak, so he was not pretentious, and he simply leaned against the embrace that exuded a cool smell behind him.

"Don't be afraid." Nangongqin's voice rang softly in Zhenyan's ear, "The one below is just the 'seventh heaven', which is also the layer of the sky above our heads. Now we can only see it when we look closer. Its self-awareness, in fact, you usually live under this layer of sky, for it, it is actually similar."

No, that's even scarier!

It turns out that there is still such a disgusting big eye in the sky that has been watching the ground?

Sanity is going to be lost!

Zhenyan sighed and refused to continue discussing this issue with his ancestor: "Ancestor, why are you here? Are you done?"

"Not yet." Nangong Qin said, "However, dinner time is coming soon."

Nangongqin knew how much Zhenyan was obsessed with dinner—even in the Tao of Samsara, Zhenyan never gave up on dinner.

He originally went to Zangshu Pavilion for double cultivation, but he gave up the most important dinner time in order to find information. scene.

That dragon is really courting death!

Sure enough, it should be skinned and used to make utensils!

Nangong Qin thought unhappily.

It's a pity that Jing Zhe escaped fast enough, when it smelled Nangong Qin, it quickly disappeared.

Just as it has done for decades.

Zhenyan didn't know the grievances between Nangongqin and the Longzu, but when he heard "dinner", he couldn't help but twitched his lips.

"Well, let's go home." Zhenyan said.

"Home? Are you talking about Bailu Mountain?" Nangong Qin was stunned, with a perplexed expression, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to go back from this location within today..."

"No," Zhenyan laughed, "I think the place where you can have dinner with your ancestors is 'home'!"