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The bright fire is blazing, and the bright heart shines in all directions.
The path of light is Su Qinian's fundamental method. He had always been very confident about the foundation of the path, but today he could not see any evil spirits or evil spirits. However, the sideways eyes were still there, and his ears were still there.
The sound of his breathing became warmer and warmer.
call!
Huo Di turned around, and Su Qinian once again stared at the gray-white skeleton beside him. The eyes of the ricket skeleton were hollow. As he turned around, his eyes and breathing disappeared again.
Frowning his brows, this is a bit weird, like Su Qinian, who is also a little hairy. For ordinary people in the Xuanhuang land, this is the underworld, where the ghosts return. A walk on the Naihe Bridge will no longer be the past, and it will be like a lifetime ago.
Sea, thrown into the six realms of reincarnation.
If this is really the underworld, then unimaginable changes must have taken place, such as the bones of Po Meng, the desolate Huangquan Road, and even the stone statues seen along the way when walking into this tomb, like bull heads and horse faces, under the command of Yama in the underworld.
Many ghost soldiers were annihilated in the long years.
Suddenly, Su Qinian's heart moved. He stretched out a hand and turned his palm upward. A black porcelain bowl with missing corners appeared. The bowl body trembled slightly. In the originally empty bowl, water could be faintly seen rippling.
Nothing, like an illusion.
Could it be...
This bowl is an inherited item of the Qingyang Peak lineage. Even Master Jiyuan does not know its origin. It is just that it has been left in the Qingyang Palace since the beginning of the Qingyang Peak lineage. There are rumors that it involves life-changing, so it cannot be verified.
Su Qinian looked at the chipped porcelain bowl in his hand, and then at the emaciated, gray-white skeleton that seemed to be that of Po Meng. A somewhat bizarre guess suddenly came to his mind. If it were true, it would be too shocking. Qingyangfeng's lineage
, I am afraid that it is far from what he knows at the moment.
A bowl of Meng Po soup will make reincarnation empty for all eternity!
Su Qinian pondered, then leaned over and put the chipped porcelain bowl in his hand into the hand of the rickety and thin skeleton.
This is……
The next moment, Su Qinian's pupils contracted violently, and he saw a bowl of clear soup rising out of thin air in the porcelain bowl, and a five-color halo appeared. Staring at this bowl of five-color clear soup, Su Qinian seemed to feel sadness, sweetness, pain, and pungency.
He Xianku showed signs of staying away again, which further confirmed his thoughts.
The five flavors of life are all in one bowl, reincarnation after reincarnation!
This bowl is Meng Po soup!
Su Qinian took a deep breath and looked at the skinny, hunched, gray bones, which had weathered into ashes silently.
Po Meng?
Su Qinian's eyes were focused, this was the last bowl of Meng Po soup.
But when I walk across the bridge, I don’t remember the past. In the next reincarnation, I will no longer be myself.
With a final sigh, Su Qinian put away the broken porcelain bowl. If even Po Meng was no longer there, would Naihe Bridge still be Naihe Bridge? What had happened on this Huangquan Road? It seemed that it was another period of time that was annihilated in the dust of time and moon.
in the story.
Crossing the Naihe Bridge, Su Qinian came to the other side. The blue river meandered and turned into a straight river here. Su Qinian looked into the distance and caught some vague aura, which belonged to the war blood of the human race.
smell.
However, even here, his spiritual will is still greatly suppressed. Su Qinian can only take care of an area of tens of feet around him, making it difficult to travel far.
call!
Su Qinian stepped forward, and there was no trace of the road of time under his feet. All the paths here were suppressed, and only the ghost path flourished. But for Su Qinian, the path of light was blazing, and he could protect his body, and his combat power would not be affected too much.
Influence.
Ten miles away.
On the shore of Huangquan is a ring-shaped landform, which looks like it is on a meteorite, but there is no sun or starry sky.
At the end of this ring-shaped landform, the azure yellow spring water flows into an ancient city. A city that does not look very big, but is ancient enough. It has no life, and the dark city gate is closed tightly. I don’t know what kind of material it is.
It is only a hundred feet high, but even if it is more than ten miles apart, it still gives people a sense of heaviness originating from the depths of their souls, just like the home of all souls.
When Su Qinian came to this ring-shaped area, what he saw were ring-shaped sinkholes of different sizes. The big ones were about a mile in diameter, and the small ones were only dozens of feet. In these ring-shaped sinkholes one after another, killing
The sound continued, and there were blood and bones in some sinkholes. There were humans, ghosts, and underworlds. Su Qinian stood by the Yellow Spring, overlooking the four directions, as if one after another...
Arena!
Yes, it is like a gladiatorial arena, and it is a life and death arena. It is not only the difference between victory and defeat, but also life and death.
boom!
Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out, which was a powerful wave. In front of the silent ancient city more than ten miles away, Su Qinian stared into the distance, and saw a figure belonging to the human race, with surging energy and blood, and two fists.
With a sideways attack, he knocked open a gap about a foot wide in the dark city gate and rushed into it.
Bang!
Soon, as his figure disappeared into it, the city gate closed again, and through the gap that the city gate opened, Su Qinian saw many figures from the three tribes, but the city gate went from opening a gap to closing too quickly.
, with Su Qinian's eyesight, he was unable to see clearly the reality in this world where his spiritual will was suppressed.
“There are still fish that slipped through the net!”
At this time, someone discovered Su Qinian, a middle-aged ghost tribesman, standing in the nearest ring-shaped sinkhole, with half a corpse under his feet, belonging to a young human master. He opened his mouth and sucked in the corpse.
It quickly shriveled up, and a large amount of essence was swallowed into the mouth and nose. The middle-aged ghost tribe showed a bit of intoxication and said softly: "It's such an intoxicating taste. No wonder in the ancient barbaric era, the tribes raised the most people.
Human race, this is the best food that heaven and earth have given to all races."
Su Qinian's eyes gradually turned cold. He looked around the circular area in front of him. Among the hundreds of sinkholes, people were fighting in nearly half of them. On the edges of the sinkholes, there were still many ghosts and demons who had not yet taken action.
Most of these people from the Nether Clan had mocking and playful expressions on their lips. There was also the smell of blood in some of the sinkholes where there had been no fighting, and there were broken soldiers and broken bones, most of which belonged to the human race.
Taking one step forward, Su Qinian fell into the sinkhole and walked towards the middle-aged ghost clan.
"You are quite courageous. With a cultivation level of only the fourth step of the Earth Realm, you can actually reach this point. Let me guess, you have a strong body of holy soldiers to protect you. But it's a pity that when you get here, you still can't use the holy realm.
According to the law, the holy soldiers here are only a little stronger." The middle-aged ghost clan said with a bit of joking, "But the only thing you are thankful for here is that the cultivation level below the holy realm is no longer the power of the underworld.
Suppressing and dying like this may be considered a bit of dignity for you, what do you think?"
boom!
What responded to him was Su Qinian's fist.
Infinite light illuminated the tiankeng, and Su Qinian's fist was like a small sun exploding, following the dragon-shaped trajectory, like a dragon flying. He took one step forward, and the road of time was at his feet. The middle-aged ghosts even
Before he could look at him in shock, he arrived at a place just in front of him.
boom!
It was too fast, like a ray of light from the beginning of the universe, across the starry sky, across the past, present and future. The middle-aged ghost clan was beaten to pieces and exploded in the air. Ghost blood splashed with a cold breath, alarming people not far away.
There are some ghosts that I didn't care about, young masters of the Ming clan.
"You talk too much."
In the annular sinkhole, Su Qinian's eyes were cold and his tone was very calm. He raised his feet and stepped through the splashing blood and bones. His coarse white robe was like snow, not even a speck of dust touched it, and a shimmer of light flowed out, falling on many ghosts and ghosts.
In the eyes of the younger generation of the tribe, they are just like the gods, which makes them feel disgusted and hated.
Even some young masters from the two races frowned. The bright aura of this young man from the human race made them feel more disgusted and uncomfortable than the divine race.
"How can it be!"
In the ring area, there are not many strong men of the previous generation of the ghost and underworld tribes, but they are all very powerful. Many of them are saints. Even if they are not saints, they are also rare masters of the Kaitian realm. They look middle-aged, but in fact they are
He is not young, has deep savings, and has many means and secret techniques. Although there are many reasons why it is difficult to become a saint, his combat power is definitely not inferior to that of the young Holy Forbidden King in the same realm.
But now, such a strong man from the previous generation who was rarely invincible in the Open Heaven Realm was killed with one punch by a young human race who could not reach the fourth step of the Open Heaven Realm. This feeling of disparity made many of the previous generation of the two races
, and even the younger generation of strong people find it difficult to accept it, thinking it is a bit outrageous and unrealistic.
"I'll meet him!"
This is a young master of the ghost tribe. He was originally standing on the circular sinkhole watching the battle, but now he showed great interest and walked towards Su Qinian. After taking the second step, he fell into the place where Su Qinian was.
The sinkhole blocked the way forward.
"The descendant of the Ghost King of the prison family, a forbidden king."
"The Open Heaven Realm has reached the end, and the divine chain of laws has condensed. It can be called a semi-saint. If it were not for the laws of the holy realm that are difficult to use, I am afraid that this person will not be able to withstand the energy of the laws."
"No one can trample on the face of our people, and they will surely bear a price more terrible than death."
Some masters of the two tribes talked and were very concerned about this battle. Most of the young strong men with supreme physiques and above the half-step ancestral ban had already entered the ancient city. Therefore, in this ring area of the fight,
At this time, such a duel can attract most of the attention.
In the circular sinkhole.
Su Qinian did not stop, his steps were neither slow nor hasty, and he did not spread his body skills. He just moved forward calmly. But just such a gesture made the young ghost king's descendant dozens of feet in front of him look cold. This was contempt.
He didn't take him seriously.
"You don't have the courage..."
hold head high!
Before he could finish his words, he was overshadowed by a dragon roar that shook the earth. It was Su Qinian's fist, drawing a trajectory from the sun to the sun, brilliant and brilliant, a war that was even more intense than before.
The blood burst out and fell into the eyes of the masters from the two tribes in the Tiankeng. It was like a divine furnace that had been tempered for thousands of years. Suddenly the lid of the furnace was lifted, and the hottest divine fire spurted out. (Genuine subscription is for ten steps.