About 300 miles of this stone bridge slanted into the bottom of the sea, and the other 700 miles extended to the white clouds.

As he flew forward for more than ten miles, when he was standing in the middle of the stone bridge about four to five hundred miles away, it seemed that there was a heavy burden on his shoulders, and it seemed that he was hundreds of miles away and could not see at a glance. Under the blue sea at the bottom, a giant deep-sea beast lurks with its huge mouth open, sucking Zhang Shiping like devouring the sky, causing him to fly back several miles suddenly.

But Zhang Shiping already knew it, he didn't show the slightest panic, as soon as he felt the force, he raised his mana and stopped his figure easily.

He looked around with a calm expression, and then he was more than ten feet away from the stone bridge, and flew up along the way, and flew for hundreds of miles, until he felt the sudden increase in the consumption of his mana, and then slowly landed on the stone bridge .

As soon as he landed on the stone bridge, Zhang Shiping felt that his soul seemed to be imprisoned. In the past, he could easily detect tens of miles away, and vaguely perceive the tyrannical consciousness nearly a hundred miles away. a cent.

Zhang Shiping felt a little uncomfortable. In the past two or three hundred years, the number of times he relied on his spiritual sense to explore the outside world was no less than the number of times he used his eyes to see and ears to hear. It is very normal to summarize this situation in the world of cultivating immortals. The release of spiritual consciousness is a means for monks to perceive the outside world differently from ordinary people. The higher the cultivation level, the more monks rely on it. At this moment, Zhang Shiping felt as if he was blind, he could only observe external objects with his naked eyes, and he couldn't understand everything about his body.

He took a deep breath, suppressed these discomforts, and activated the evil magic eye. Only then through the misty mist could he vaguely see the stone lions, stone elephants, stone unicorns, and stone stones carved on the railings of the stone bridge in the distance. Turtles and other stone animals.

On the bridge deck under his feet, there are relief sculptures of dragons, phoenixes, bamboos, lotus flowers and Bodhi in various shapes.

Zhang Shiping stepped on it hard a few times, the stone bridge condensed with spiritual energy was as firm as black iron and fine steel, and a body-refining cultivator in the late stage of Jindan could only make a footprint one inch deep on it.

As soon as he lifted his foot, the footprint recovered in an instant, without any trace.

Zhang Shiping turned his head and looked back and forth. The big monk Bi Yu just now had disappeared, and there was no one around, which seemed quite deserted.

This Nanfa Temple is very strange. If a monk wants to take a shortcut and fly directly to the portal of phantom light, it will be like looking at a flower in a mirror or fishing for the moon in the water. No matter how many times you try, you will never enter it. field.

"This thousand-mile stone bridge can only fly to a distance of seven or eight hundred miles with my cultivation base in the late Jindan stage. As expected, without the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage, it is impossible to fly directly along the stone bridge into the phantom light." In the gate." Zhang Shiping thought in his heart, stepped forward alone, walked out with one step, and in the next moment he appeared several feet away.

If Jindan cultivators want to enter this Dharma hall, they must pass through the stone bridge and walk the rest of the road step by step.

Zhang Shiping jumped several feet, this speed is naturally not comparable to the flying escape of a Golden Core cultivator, but it is not too slow.

But for the remaining two or three hundred miles, he walked for two full hours before passing through layers of clouds and mists and standing in front of the gate.

Zhang Shiping skipped the mirror-like phantom light, walked in without hesitation, and walked through it as if there was nothing.

…

Entering the Dharma Hall, none of the scenery Zhang Shiping saw was similar to the ones shown by the phantom light.

How can there be all kinds of phantom light shown before, neither beautiful flowers, Yao grass, ancient cypresses, pines, blue lions roaring with their heads raised, white elephants with long trunks curled up, and red phoenix flying gracefully. In the Moshan Mountain, you can still see the general outlines of the Linggong Baoque and the Linguan Pearl Court, but there are no golden gods walking through here, and there is no spiritual protection.

Floating lights and shadows are fleeting, Zhang Shiping has no intention to explore, and his attention is all on the front at the moment.

In front of him, not more than a mile away, there is a river of unknown length, which seems to flow from the horizon to the distance with no end in sight, boundless with boundless cliffs. But the strange thing is that the river is not wide, only more than ten li.

The green and black river is rolling and flowing, and it is rushing.

There are countless flying birds 'Yesun' circling on the river. They have a wingspan of about ten feet, black heads and white feathers without feet, and two long feathers behind their tails. They emit a faint fluorescent light and occasionally make a few crisp calls. , its posture is roughly similar to that of a crane at first glance, with a slender and graceful body.

But under the blue-black water surface, it is a completely different scene. Looking from a distance, Zhang Shiping saw black shadows that were tens of feet long swimming in the river from time to time.

With a sound of 'bang', a strange snake covered in khaki broke through the water, opened its huge mouth, and bit the Ye Sunbird flying more than ten feet high. Before the bird had time to struggle, the strange snake fell into the water, and there were only **** of blood gushing out from the surface of the water, which were quickly diluted.

Zhang Shiping took a light step, and within a few breaths, he appeared on the shore. Along with him, a narrow and slippery wooden dock floated in front of him out of thin air, about ten feet long, and there was a small dock on the side wooden boat. In addition, there is a stone tablet at the same height as him standing in front of the wooden dock, on which the word "Lingyundu" is written in ancient scriptures and Sanskrit characters.

The strokes of these three characters are mellow~lightnovelpub.net~The inheritance is perfect, as if the heaven and the earth were born, it should look like this!

He looked at the 'Night Sun Bird' flying in the sky, and then at the strange snake under the water, with a trace of fear unavoidably showing on his face.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Shiping took a few steps to the left, then immediately turned to the right and walked a few feet, but no matter how he walked, as soon as he stopped, the stone monument, the wooden dock, and the small wooden boat would all be gone the next moment. appeared in front of him again. Wherever the docking boat went, all the strange snakes in the river dodged, not daring to approach within a hundred feet.

Zhang Shiping casually took out an ordinary flying sword weapon, sacrificed it with mana, and controlled it to fly forward. However, as soon as the flying sword flew to the river, the magic power attached to it dissipated without a sound, and it fell straight down, without even a "plop" into the water.

"Sure enough, it is as recorded. This river is like the weak water in the legend. The night sun bird can fly on it, and the snake dragon can swim on the bottom. If monks want to cross it safely, they must take this small boat. !” Zhang Shiping sighed secretly.

He walked past the stele, stepped onto the wooden dock, and came to the side of the boat.

Sure enough, it was the same as what was recorded in the Zongmen, it was a broken boat with no bottom in the middle, but it could float on the water without sinking.

As Zhang Shiping walked the bow, a boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat immediately manifested at the stern. This man lowered his head, his figure was illusory and his face could not be seen clearly. He held the handle of the oar and shook it.

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