At this time, Yi Feng, who had closed his eyes in deep thought, opened his eyes.
If his guess was correct, only one of these sixteen bridges should be passable.
The other fifteen bridges should all be dead ends.
After all, such an ancient inheritance is also known as death. It is not surprising that there are such rules. And there is only one inheritance.
In order not to be influenced by the level creator, and to avoid being misled by his cleverness, Yi Feng's plan at the moment is to choose a bridge and walk on it.
Don't look at that damn stone monument, and don't care where it leads.
Anyway, just choose blindly, and you can go to whichever seat you choose.
He didn't believe it. From sixteen to fifteen, in a blind election, how could he still choose the only way to survive?
He directly raised his finger and started chanting.
"Dot, dot, dot, dot the bull's eye, bull's eye dazzle, one eggplant and two big melons, those who are rich, buy and eat them, those who are poor, take them off, ah no...that's it."
Yi Feng blindly chose a bridge and walked up it without caring about anything else.
This scene.
The soul body in heaven was stunned.
He stared, his whole body trembling with excitement.
"Heart of a brave man, this boy has a true heart of a brave man!"
In this level, every bridge is actually a dead end.
Only those who break through obstacles have the heart of a brave man. No matter how many roads, how many choices there are in front of them, where the road leads, what the choices are, everything follows their heart and moves forward bravely. Only then can they survive a desperate situation and turn danger into safety.
Therefore, all sixteen bridges are said to be dead ends, but at the same time, they are all dead ends.
Originally, the soul body did not have much confidence that Yi Feng could pass this level. After all, over the years, there were more than one or two cultivators who had made it through this level and made him feel hopeful, but they all stopped at
this.
But I never expected that a successful person would emerge today.
And it still passed by seconds.
Tears of excitement almost flowed from his eyes.
But at this moment, Yi Feng was weak.
I have no love in my life, I sit there blankly like a zombie.
"I was so poor in my last life. From sports lottery to scratch tickets, scratch tickets to slot machines, I never won even five dollars."
"Now your mother has chosen one of the sixteen."
"God, are you kidding me?"
this moment.
Yi Feng finally knew what fate meant.
I just want to die.
Why is it so difficult.
Yi Feng took out the beef jerky from the storage ring and chewed it while complaining.
After eating and drinking, his eyes flashed with determination.
"No, I can't give up."
"It was all bad luck before. Looking at the scene now, there should be another level next, and it will be more difficult than before."
"My luck cannot last forever, so I will definitely die next."
Hope reappeared in Yi Feng's eyes.
Holmes is online again. He believes that using mechanisms and tactics, he will be able to find a way to death.
Just when Yi Feng encouraged himself and became full of fighting spirit again, a light voice came.
"Hello, little friend."
The sound startled Yi Feng.
Turning his head to look, he didn't know when a soul appeared next to him.
He was an old man, covered in linen clothes, with a kind expression on his face, and his voice was very soft when he spoke just now, as if he was afraid of scaring Yi Feng.
"Who are you?"
Yi Feng blinked.
"I am Renyong, the owner of this inheritance. I am here to tell you, congratulations, you have passed the test and can get my inheritance!" The old man stroked his beard, smiled, and told the good news directly to him.
It’s Yifeng.
"ah?"
When Yi Feng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, "No, isn't this still in the level? Isn't this the level that we have to break through?"
The old man smiled mysteriously. Although in a strict sense, Yi Feng did not complete the level, it no longer meant much to him.
He had already identified Yi Feng when he passed the Sixteen Immortals Bridge.
"The next level is not important anymore, you have already passed it."
The old man waved his hand, and the scene in his eyes began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hey, hey..."
"Don't, don't, I haven't finished the level yet, I'm not qualified yet..."
Yi Feng stretched out his hand and shouted, but saw that the level in front of him and the danger he had expected disappeared without a trace, transforming into a stone chamber of more than ten square meters.
The stone chamber is surrounded by spider webs and is simply furnished.
A table and a stool.
On the stool lies a skeleton.
Yi Feng looked around in confusion.
The old man's voice came again just now.
"Little friend, there is no need to look any further. The corpse you see in front of you is none other than me."
"And the conversation with you is just a thought left behind by me during my lifetime."
"To be honest, there are indeed many levels to follow."
"But I can't wait any longer, and I can't wait any longer. If I wait any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait anymore. I've run out of gas. And in my heart, you've already passed the exam."
"Okay, enough chatter, let me introduce myself again."
"I was born millions of years ago as a saint. My enlightenment was my courage, and I became a saint with my courage. And my inheritance has already formed a set of armor for the brave."
"At this moment, I will pass on my warrior armor to you. It is very simple to use it. Just move your mind and use your spiritual energy to transform it and protect you. Of course, when you are in danger and have no time to be distracted, you can also protect the Lord on your own."
"In short, with it, it can help you move forward on the road of bravery. Under the saint, no one can shake you."
"What?"
Yi Feng was stunned, and refused loudly with a grimace: "No, no..."
But before he finished speaking, he felt that there was an invisible barrier coming from the corpse, falling on Yi Feng's body, and blending into it.
"My little friend, I won't tell you any more. After the armor was passed down to you, it no longer has the power to support my thoughts."
"I am happy to pass it on to you today."
"I believe in you for the future road..."
After saying that, the voice immediately fell silent.
"Hello, uncle."
"Don't, don't leave."
"Just hold on a little longer. You can do it. Here's your Oli..."
"Hey, hey, hey, even if you can't do it anymore, what kind of armor did you take from me?"
"I don't want it."
Yi Feng was so anxious that he jumped up and down.
damn it.
It would be difficult enough for him to die now.
The old man also made him a brave armor, which could not be shaken by a saint or below.
Isn’t this nonsense a scam?
Then how could he die?
"Old man, don't die, wake up!"
Yi Feng hurriedly rushed to the side of the skeleton, grabbed it with both hands, and shook his body.
But the skull's head almost shook off, but the old man's voice never came again, as if it had never appeared.
Yi Feng, who had been struggling for a long time, was already desperate.
Sitting dully in the corner.
The eyes are empty and life is hopeless.
This time, he just came to seek death.
But he didn't die, and instead got a set of warrior armor.