Chapter 593 Tianjianmen

Cheng Lijun put away the flying sword.

The stars were shining above her head, and the wind after the rainstorm was particularly fresh. On her left, across a stream, she could see the abandoned village. It was different from the intact village she saw at first. Even in the hazy night, Cheng Lijun, who had become a Xiantian Zhenren, could see clearly that the whole village had decayed and dilapidated.

Looking back to the right, Mingde Zhenjun was hanging on a branch of a locust tree.

He groaned, and it seemed that he was about to wake up from his coma.

Cheng Lijun took Nie Wushuang's hand, who was standing beside her, and her figure was like the wind. She rushed out dozens of feet in an instant. After she could no longer see Mingde Zhenjun in her sight, she settled down. The reason for doing so was very simple.

What if the embarrassed look of Yangshen Zhenjun was seen by me?

He would not blame the enemy who made him embarrassed, but would only vent his anger on you. Every time he saw you, he would inevitably think of his own embarrassed look.

In this case, you would not have a good ending.

Cheng Lijun would never make such a mistake.

"Junior brother, do you know how we got out?"

Cheng Lijun looked at Nie Wushuang who was silent and asked softly.

Nie Wushuang shook his head.

Now, there is an avatar made of space-time rules in his shadow space. This avatar can be exactly the same as him, or it can change into a thousand things, or it can become the white fog world they accidentally broke into before.

However, the anchor point between this thing and the real world is no longer the deserted village.

Instead, it has become Nie Wushuang himself. Nie Wushuang can transform the avatar into a world anytime and anywhere.

If you encounter some difficult people, you can put them in.

Even if it is the Dharma Ancestor, it will not be so easy to break through this space-time rule and get out. If you don't know much about the space-time rules, it will be difficult to get out.

A gust of wind blew, and the breath of Yangshen rippled over.

Mingde Zhenjun showed up with a pale face.

He still looked a little embarrassed, but compared with the previous coma hanging on the tree branch, he was much more normal.

"You guys came out too?"

"How did you come out?"

Mingde Zhenjun asked with an ugly face.

Cheng Lijun took a deep breath, shook her head at Mingde Zhenjun, and said softly.

"Zhenjun, my junior brother and I knew nothing about this, we came out in a daze, and we didn't know what happened..."

Glancing at Cheng Lijun, Mingde Zhenjun knew she was not lying.

As Yangshen Zhenjun, he couldn't hide his lies.

As for Nie Wushuang, as always, he ignored Nie Wushuang, and naturally didn't think that they were able to come out because of Nie Wushuang.

"Get out of here!"

"Return to the sect as soon as possible!"

Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. Yangshen Zhenjun is no exception. Mingde Zhenjun dared not stay here anymore.

A flying sword rolled up and rolled up Cheng Lijun and Nie Wushuang.

Then, Mingde Zhenjun flew up to the sky with a sword. Cheng Lijun condensed the Yin God and became the innate. He was almost weightless. He was equivalent to flying in the air with Nie Wushuang alone, so he could hold on for a much longer time.

After two hours, they finally landed.

After rushing forward on the ground for an hour, they continued to fly up and continued to move forward quickly.

Along the way, they did not encounter any accidents.

Three days later, after a quarter of an hour in the afternoon, they came to Tianjianmen, three small villages under the continuous mountains.

Cheng Lijun was a little surprised.

A dignified sect of cultivating immortals turned out to be like this, not to mention the subordinate sect Wenjianzong, even Anxi County near Wenjianzong could not compare.

Mingde Zhenjun saw Cheng Lijun's surprise, but just smiled, but did not speak or explain anything.

He landed the flying sword in front of a village.

Two rivers flowed through the mountains in the east and south, forming a place of intersection here. Three villages were located in three places, connected by bridges on the river, and fishing boats went back and forth on the river.

Faintly, fishermen's songs were heard.

"This is Tianjianmen, the village we are in is Guizang Hall, and the other two are Xuanji Hall and Tianhe Hall..."

Cheng Lijun was calm and didn't ask how the Xiuxian Jianmen could be a mortal village.

Nie Wushuang didn't ask either, but it was not because he was as calm as Cheng Lijun, but because he had experienced the white fog world and obtained the laws of time and space, so even if he didn't release his clone, he could still sense it.

These three villages are filled with distorted space rules.

It's very faint and well hidden. If ordinary cultivators, even if they are Yangshen Zhenjun, are not proficient in the rules of time and space, or if they have poor attainments in the formation, they can't sense this breath of time and space.

Tianjianmen is here, but not here.

It's not a mysterious statement, but a very straightforward description.

These three villages are just three different passages leading to Tianjianmen?

Mingde Zhenjun took Cheng Lijun and Nie Wushuang into the village, and came to meet a manure carrier who was about to go to the field to fertilize.

"I'm back!"

He smiled and greeted Master Mingde.

Master Mingde stood aside and motioned Cheng Lijun and Nie Wushuang to stand still.

Then, he clasped his fists and bowed to the ordinary manure carrier, bowed his head, and said softly.

"Well, I'm back!"

The manure carrier smiled and passed by them.

Cheng Lijun glanced at the man, wondering why he didn't ask any more questions, why only three people came back?

What about the other brothers?

Why is the flying boat not there?

Generally speaking, you would ask these questions, right?

Don't you have any curiosity at all?

Nie Wushuang was not as confused as Cheng Lijun. Although Cheng Lijun had condensed the Yin God and achieved the Xiantian, she was still a beginner and had not been taught the Xiantian skills. She was not very proficient in controlling the mind.

This guy carrying dung was not a stranger.

He was a Dharma image.

Let's put it this way, there were a total of 108 people in the whole village, including old people, strong men, women, children, young boys, gentle girls...

All of them were Dharma images.

And it was the Dharma image of one person.

If it were someone else, they would not be able to perceive this. After Cheng Lijun's Yin God was condensed, her mind was also very sharp, but she did not sense anything wrong. She still thought that those people were ordinary people and were chess pieces placed outside by the Tianjian Sect.

This was the difference in realm.

Of course, these Dharma images are indeed ordinary people now, and even they themselves think they are ordinary people. Everyone plays their own role. As long as the spirit of the Dharma ancestor does not descend, they will continue to maintain it.

Even, there are birth, aging, sickness and death!

This is much better than the Dharma image of the second world!

Zifu Xingjun and others can't do it, at least it is the level of Daluo Jinxian. Of course, the rules of the world are different and cannot be compared.

In short, the water of Tianjianmen is a bit deep.