The years when I made seven sand sculptures cry

It's not impossible for him to do what Chu Xiangwan proposed.

With this crack in the top of the head, the underground palace and the outside world are no longer isolated from each other. Even without his master's cultivation, Guocheng can let Bing Dilian drive out.

But the problem is that the top of the underground palace is a real hopeless situation. In this underground palace, there is a cover between them and the blood pool. At least the dead souls inside will not come out to seek their lives, but the above is different.

Guocheng has really experienced despair, those fierce spirits above come and go without a trace, their cultivation base is advanced, they are immortal, even their esoteric methods are no match for them.

Even when he turned into a golden body of Arhat to fight against them, the little monk still felt a faint fear in his heart.

"So you stay here." Chu Xiangwan pointed at himself and said, "Just send me up."

"No!" Guocheng said excitedly, "How can I send you to die?"

Hearing the two of them arguing here, the little black unicorn felt bored. He looked around and saw the long steps in the distance, so he walked over.

The sound of little hoofs stepping on the ground gradually faded away, and the two people who were busy arguing didn't notice it.

"Listen to me," the young castle master quickly comforted him, "I'm not going to die."

He embraced Guocheng's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered his plan to him.

Chu Xiangwan: "Look, your Bingdilian is equivalent to a teleportation array, right?"

Guocheng nodded hesitantly, so to speak.

Chu Xiangwan: "Then you preside over the formation here, so you can move me around at will?"

This is indeed true, but Guocheng looked at him, and still didn't understand what kind of medicine was being sold in the young castle owner's gourd.

Not far away, the little black unicorn has stepped out of its sinful little hooves and started to climb up the long steps.

Here, Chu Xiangwan rubbed his hands and said, "It's not safe up there, but we can't get out of the underground palace with the strength of the two of us. But think about it, there are people up there who can take us out from here!"

That's right, Guocheng's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of it?

They have now entered the safe area of ​​the ancient city of Loulan. There are two people here. As long as he presides over here and drives out the Bingdilian, Chu Xiangwan can come and go freely through the two lotus blooming in different places.

In this way, we only need to send him up, and then search for the master's trace nearby, and if there is any danger, we can go back to the ground through the lotus, wouldn't it be fine?

If you find the master, you can directly take the old man back through Bing Tilian. In this way, even if you are stuck here and cannot get out, the old man must be better than the two of them.

He knew much more about Loulan than the two of them.

Not far away, the little black unicorn thought it was too slow to walk one step at a time, so he simply jumped up and down, happily advancing two or three steps at a time.

Here, Guocheng was thinking about his master, while Chu Xiangwan was thinking about Bai Yunshen who was looking for medicine in the city, and Mu Chengxue who was looking for someone.

It would be great if I could meet the two of them and bring them back to the underground palace.

Although the people they want to save are different, their brain circuits are perfectly connected at this moment. They looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes at the same time.

Chu Xiangwan removed his arm from his shoulder and put it in front of Guocheng, who immediately shook it excitedly.

The two teenagers shook hands vigorously, and their eagerness reached an agreement at this moment.

"I'll do it now."

Guocheng lifted the monk's robe and sat on the floor, not caring about the dead souls in the pool of blood.

The lotus needs to bloom where there is soil, and the place where unknown plants are planted around the blood pool is fertile soil, and the straight line distance here is the closest to the dome, so it is best to perform gong here.

Chu Xiangwan saw him sitting cross-legged, clasped his hands together, glanced at himself before starting to activate the spell, and said to himself: "After I perform the power later, I will leave a mark on you, so that you and I will be connected. I can find you exactly."

"Yeah." The young castle owner nodded excitedly, and heard Guocheng say: "On the top, those evil spirits will gather after they detect the breath of a living person. I will send you up. You have about one breath to go." Check the surrounding situation. Remember, don’t get too far away from the lotus, and if there is any disturbance, return to the lotus immediately.”

"Don't worry." The young castle master said, "If there is any trouble up there, I will come back immediately."

Guocheng thought for a while and said, "I don't know where my master is now. I can only try my best to sense which side is popular and bloom there. After you go out, you may not meet my master. If you meet someone else, You can bring them back, too."

The little monk was thinking about the caravan that had entered the ghost domain to avoid the sandstorm. If anyone survived, Chu Xiangwan would be able to rescue him if he met him there.

"I know." The young castle master solemnly promised again, "I will try my best to find your master, and I will try my best to survive."

Not far away, the little black unicorn had jumped to the middle of the steps, and at the angle Chu Xiangwan and Guo were at, it was almost invisible.

Guocheng was completely relieved now, and was about to close his eyes when he heard the person in front of him say, "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" The little monk opened his eyes, looked at the hesitant person in front of him, and was a little worried whether Chu Xiangwan had regretted it.

But he saw that the person in front of him seemed to have made up his mind, his eyes looked at him firmly in the light of the torch, and he said, "If, I mean, if I don't come back, and you get out alive, please go Qianjilou went to Xiao Xie, the host, and told him that in half a year, the borders of Lianyun Eighteen Fortress will be changed. He can believe what I say, unite the whole continent, and prepare as soon as possible."

Guocheng opened his mouth slightly and stared at him blankly.

This news is really beyond his load, and it is more shocking to his soul than when they fell into the ground of the ghost domain.

"Promise me." The Master of the Young Castle held his shoulder, "If you got out alive and I didn't, you must bring this news to Qianji Building for me! Tell them, this is what we found in Chasing Cloud Castle." Yes, I came out this time to tell everyone the news."

Chu Xiangwan thought that if he accidentally died, the news brought by the "Warning Book" would be buried in the ancient city of Loulan forever.

Mu Chengxue, the only one who knew about this, was in a more dangerous situation than them at the moment.

All the Young Castle Master could think of was to let Guocheng go to Qianji Building to warn the largest intelligence agency on the mainland.

He was afraid that the people in Qianji Building would not believe him after Guocheng left, so he used the glory of Chasing Cloud Castle to endorse himself.

"Okay," Guocheng came back to his senses, and solemnly said, "I promise you!"

As the little monk spoke, he couldn't help but maintain the posture of clasping his hands, and raised his right arm to wipe away his tears.

Chu Xiangwan's behavior was almost as if he was standing on the sidelines, as if he would never come back after leaving.

Guocheng used to think that he was just like himself, a boy with mediocre aptitude and natural timidity, but now he knows where the courage to make surprising decisions comes from.

This mission...is really too heavy.

After the Master of the Young Castle finished his entrustment, he felt a little more relaxed, and withdrew his right hand and said, "Quick, let's start."

As soon as Guocheng started, Chu Xiangwan watched the faint golden light between his brows, and then, a little Buddha's light flew out from between his brows.

The young castle master watched the Buddha's light flying towards his forehead, and stood where he was without avoiding it.

The moment the light sank between his brows, Chu Xiangwan seemed to hear endless Sanskrit singing in his ears, cleansing his body and mind.

The master of the young castle realized that this was the connection Guocheng said he had established with himself.

Although the little monk said that his aptitude was mediocre, his Dharma was also pure. Sitting in this underground palace, he looked like a child of a Buddha, and his whole body began to emit a faint light of Buddha.

A few inches in front of him, the young castle master saw the soil move, and then, a tender blue pole drilled out of the soil.

This budded stalk has a similar aura to the lotus flower that I saw in the corner outside the city before. As soon as it got out of the soil, it swayed automatically without wind.

Chu Xiangwan turned his back to the blood pool, and the dead souls in the blood pool were still the same.

The plants around the blood pool that had absorbed the essence of the sun seemed to have sensed the pure breath flowing from the Buddha's body, and the small round fruit at the top faintly lit up again.

The little black unicorn, who had already walked nearly two-thirds of the steps, turned his head with a feeling, glanced at the faint Buddha light below and the echoes of the plants by the pool, and shook his ears to drive away the lingering Sanskrit singing , continue to climb.

At the end of the steps, there is a chair with a person sitting faintly on it.

The little black unicorn's eyes lit up, and his climbing steps became more brisk.

Compared with what happened below, it was more curious about who was sitting above.

The Sanskrit singing in his ears gradually became louder. The Master of the Young Castle saw a string of light particles escaping from the top of the golden lotus in front of him, and at the same time, his body also sensed a faint pulling force.

In front of him, Guocheng's face was completely illuminated by the Buddha's light, and his wisdom was completely unlike the timid little monk before him. The scriptures he chanted overlapped with the Sanskrit singing, leading people to an unknown place .

The young castle master's toes left the ground, and his whole body was covered with a layer of golden light. The Sanskrit singing in the air became louder and louder, almost piercing through the dome of the underground palace and spreading outside.

The Fearless Master, who was sitting surrounded by the branches protecting him, moved his ears, and heard the sound of the lotus breaking through the ground in front of him.

The white jade boat stopped outside the ancient city. Zhou Yu and the four priests who came to the wide-open city gate paused. They saw the golden flower buds emerging from the soil, and they sensed the supreme Dharma from them.

Beside the collapsed outer wall of the imperial palace, a wisp of gray mist wandered over, and re-condensed into the figure of the master of the valley of the genius doctor. When he lowered his head, he saw a completely different flower blooming among the red lotuses of the ghost land that bloomed all over the corner. buds.

In the silent and gloomy alleyway, the Emissary of the Evil Path looked at the undead and ferocious monsters condensed in the air, saw their empty helmets and armor lingering with black air, and the icy frost began to spread from their fingertips, almost covering their feet. The young shoots that have just emerged are frozen.

At the end of the long steps in the underground palace, the little black unicorn finally stepped up to the last step and came to the throne.

It looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed in a black robe with the totem of Loulan painted on it. His black hair, which was darker than the night, was straight and untied, and it almost blended with the black clothes on his body. The forehead decoration moved to this somewhat familiar handsome face, and then looked at the tear mole in the corner of his left eye.

The moment the golden light shone beside the blood pool and sent Chu Xiangwan away out of thin air, the milky voice of the little black unicorn also sounded in front of the throne wrapped in iron chains, and said excitedly: "Axue!"