Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan walked along the Wangchuan River, and finally came to a bluestone bridge.
At this point, the evil spirit has already become extremely strong, and the resentment has become so condensed that it has almost transformed into a resentful spirit.
This is nothing. The most terrifying thing is that when you look up, across the bluestone bridge, you can see the shadowy ghost figure, and you can seem to hear the faint screams.
It was a real howl of ghosts and wolves. Those who are less courageous would suffer from insomnia every night and have a nervous breakdown after listening to this sound, even if they were not frightened to death.
When I came here, I didn't see Po Meng on the other side of the bridge, but the rumored Wangxiang Terrace was vaguely visible.
Wangxiang Terrace is an earthen platform. According to legend, ghosts come here after death. Before drinking Meng Po soup, they can go up to the platform to look at the situation in the Wangyang family. This is also the last scene of their nostalgia for the human world.
Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan looked at each other and saw encouragement in each other's eyes. They clasped their hands and continued to move forward calmly.
After walking a few steps, I saw a huge stone with a strange and upright appearance. It was three feet high and about seven feet wide. It was steep and exquisite. On it were engraved three ancient Chinese characters "三生石" as big as the mouth of a bowl.
Since there is a Sansheng Stone, it goes without saying that the stone bridge next to it is the Naihe Bridge.
This bridge has a bluestone deck and five steps. There are women on the west of the bridge and men on the east of the bridge. There is yin on the left and yang on the right. A thousand years of looking back and a hundred years of agreement. Perhaps the love between husband and wife in this life began here and ended here.
The bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is dark yellow, and the bottom layer is black. Rumor has it that the lower layers are more dangerous and filled with ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. People who have done good deeds in life go to the upper layer, and those who are both good and evil go to the upper layer.
In the middle level, those who do evil go to the lower level.
However, thousands of feet below the bridge, there are clouds and mist, the tumbling river can be faintly seen, and the roaring sound can be heard. No one knows what is inside.
There is no hope of meeting each other in this life, no hope of reunion in the next life. This bridge is the boundary, starting a new reincarnation.
The two walked hand in hand and gently stepped onto the first step. Of course, what they were walking on was the red bridge deck on the top level.
In an instant, Zhong Zihao felt that the true energy in his body suddenly stagnated, and he immediately started to use his exercises to guide it, so that the true energy could continue to flow. Murong Wan's face turned pale, and big beads of sweat fell down.
"Wan'er!"
Zhong Zihao took a step to the left and caught the shaky Murong Wan. He placed a hand on her back, and the true energy in his palm continued to pour out.
"It's okay!" Murong Wan looked back and smiled, not wanting the other party to see her weakness and incompetence.
She has always been the proud daughter of heaven in the eyes of everyone. When it comes to cultivation, even Zhong Zihao is not sure that he can surpass her. How proud he is.
However, at this moment, it was not for this reason that she persisted. In front of the man she liked, it didn't hurt to be a little weaker. Wouldn't it be what she wanted to have him take care of her? The reason why Murong Wan was like this was because she didn't want him to be too arrogant for her.
Too worried.
"No, you must listen to me this time. You first enter the Guwu Liuguang Tower and wait for me!" Zhong Zihao shouted coldly, with a commanding tone that did not require refutation.
"call out……"
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A stream of light flashed past, and the ancient vicissitudes of the Guwu Streaming Light Tower filled the air. It suddenly flew out of the dantian on its own and floated in the air.
An unknown coercion filled the void. It had transformed into a nine-story ancient pagoda dozens of feet high. It erupted into an extremely powerful wave and began to swallow up the evil spirits and resentment around the Naihe Bridge.
"Damn it!"
Zhong Zihao cursed angrily, this ancient pagoda must have too much appetite. It absorbed so much energy last time that it was not fully fed. At this time when it is needed most, it did not obey his orders and flew out on its own. Under such circumstances, Murong
Wan cannot enter it at all.
"Eh!"
Just when he was furious, he suddenly found that as the Guwu Flowing Light Tower was devoured, the evil atmosphere and resentment around him quickly weakened, and the movement of the true energy in his body began to become normal again.
"Everything has its two sides. Isn't this situation a kind of destiny?" Murong Wan's face turned red, and the previous paleness gradually faded away. She no longer needed Zhong Zihao's help and stood up on her own.
"Don't miss this opportunity, Wan'er, leave quickly!"
Zhong Zihao made a decisive decision and had to take action while the Guwu Flowing Light Tower was suppressing these evil auras. Otherwise, he would not be sure that he would be able to step onto the highest point of the Naihe Bridge based on his own ability.
"Yes!" Murong Wan stretched out her right hand and took Zhong Zihao's left hand. The two of them stepped together, and they stepped over the stone steps step by step.
Even so, they could feel that as they approached the center of Naihe Bridge, the suppressive force of the previous obstruction became stronger and stronger, and their forward speed became slower and slower.
Zhong Zihao's soul power was fully activated, his tiger eyes were wide open, and he was unwilling to let go of any place. He was looking for the essence of Geng Jin.
With the words of the old man from the Ziyu Sect, the two of them had no hope for the Essence of Sunflower Water, so they could only retreat to the next best thing and find a replacement, the Essence of Geng Gold.
Of course, even the essence of Gengjin is not mortal. From the time they entered Huangquan Road to the present, they have not found any clues. The Naihe Bridge in front of them is their only hope.
This bridge is very strange. It does not seem to be long, but it took the two of them half a stick of incense to walk. When Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan tried their best to climb to the center of the bridge, a feeling of despair quietly emerged from their hearts.
Not to mention the essence of Gengjin, the Naihe Bridge was as clean as a mirror washed by rain, not even a single stray stone could be found.
Do they remember that the old man from Ziyumen said that you must never step across the Naihe Bridge, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!
Now that the Naihe Bridge is halfway through, do we have to go to the other side to have any hope of finding the Gengjin Essence?
Zhong Zihao looked around, then set his eyes on the opposite side.
"Zihao, no!" Murong Wan hugged him and shook her head slightly.
"It's okay, I just want to take a few more steps, maybe I'll find something?" Zhong Zihao comforted him with a smile.
"Don't I know your thoughts clearly? Don't lie to me, let alone yourself." Murong Wan's face was pale, with a hint of begging.
At this moment, she had no cultivation at all. If Zhong Zihao didn't listen to his dissuasion, she would have no way to stop him.
Zhong Zihao sighed in his heart and was about to speak, but a slender hand covered his mouth.
"Zihao, if you are hurt because of me, even if I can survive, I will feel uneasy. Are you willing to see me living like this? You must remember that your life does not only belong to me, but also to the Jueshen Alliance.
There are more people waiting for you to go back." When she said this, the corners of Murong Wan's eyes were already wet.
"I know!"
Zhong Zihao sighed softly, with a complicated expression on his face: "But if I lose you, my life will no longer be exciting! You won't be willing to let me live like a zombie."
"Yes!" Murong Wan nodded softly and said softly, "But I still don't want you to go there."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you!" Zhong Zihao smiled and hugged the beautiful girl into his arms.
Above the Naihe Bridge, a gleaming ancient tower slowly rotated, swallowing up all kinds of energy in this place. The river rolled under the bridge, and countless resentful ghost figures swayed on the opposite side.
In the center of the bridge, two young men and women hugged each other tightly. One was wearing a black robe, with a thin body and a handsome face; the other was dressed in white, with exquisite facial features and graceful grace. They created a strange scene for this legendary place that has remained unchanged through the ages.
scenery.
"don't want!"
Suddenly, the woman let out a shrill cry, which sounded heartbreaking and heartbreaking. It turned out that the man had pushed the woman away at some point and rushed towards the other side of the Naihe Bridge alone...