A group of people rushed into the Yinlong Mountains! Ye Qi, who was taking the lead, had lines in his eyes.
He let out a 'hehe': "There are some tricks, but they can't stop me!"
Ye Qi held a turtle shell in early summer, with Qimen Dunjia painted on it.
He began to look for a way to the depths.
Su Xuan here has indeed triggered some of the connections between heaven and earth, but the Yinlong Mountain Range is too big, and monks who don't understand the laws of heaven and earth can stop it, but there is no way for someone like Ye Qi, who is a cultivator of heaven and earth.
But this is also part of Su Xuan's plan! "It's begun."
Su Xuan deep inside kept pinching the mark.
It suddenly began to rain continuously in the Yinlong Mountains.
This is the cloudy rain combined with the spring rain on the Wei River.
The spring rain is continuous and brings warmth.
It was rainy and cold, with a hint of death.
This sense of alternation between life and death makes the monks who enter this place feel extremely uncomfortable.
"The spring clouds are here, and there are many fantasies.
From this moment on, you will slowly enter the fantasy dreamland created by me."
Su Xuan whispered quietly.
"What an alternation of life and death.
There must be a treasure here!"
Ye Qi was shocked, with an expression of 'I've seen through everything'.
"continue!"
Wang Wu's eyes flashed and he spoke calmly.
Jiang Qianlong frowned slightly, not liking this scene.
In the past, he was often wandering between life and death, and this place gave him a vague sense of crisis.
But he didn't pay much attention, he just became vigilant.
The group of people... kept going deeper.
All the way through.
There is a strong wind, there are ghosts crying... At this moment, everyone feels that they are heading towards the netherworld purgatory! However, Wang Wushuang and other leaders have no intention of retreating! But... isn't it just living in the netherworld?
Although their hearts were throbbing, they were also looking forward to it more and more.
Especially Ye Qi, who was taking the lead, had bloodshot eyes and was a little crazy.
Bumping around.
Three days later.
A group of people came to three stone bridges.
They were shocked.
The bridge is dark, foggy, and eerie.
"No way!"
There was a huge stone next to it, engraved with the word scarlet! Everyone looked at it and their whole bodies were shaken wildly.
Suddenly.
There is a faint light emerging from the stone bridge in the middle.
Su Xuan walked slowly with a lantern.
Wearing a black robe and wearing a ghost mask, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.
Sure enough! It’s exactly the same as what Xie Tianyuan said! Many people who have received the news can’t help but feel excited.
Su Xuan looked at it quietly and said, "How can I become a holy king? The world on earth is like the underworld."
"boom!"
Everyone's brains almost exploded as a sense of solemnity and majesty surged into their hearts! Holy King! Naihe Holy King! This...is the land of the Holy King?
At this moment, their minds were in a daze.
And soon, their breathing became rapid.
"But there are three bridges. The left bridge takes the treasure of killing, the right bridge worships the Holy King, and the middle Holy King inherits.
You can choose a bridge according to your ability.
Remember, you only have one chance, so act according to your ability.”
Su Xuan spoke quietly, and then retreated, hiding in the mist.
In the center, Mu Xiaochan looked down with disdain: "You are so dedicated to your acting."
"I'm just giving them a chance to survive."
Su Xuan spoke quietly, and then warned: "Let's go back to the trouble, don't expose it."
"Don't worry, I understand."
Mu Xiaochan gave Su Xuan a look that said, "Don't worry about me doing my job."
Su Xuan was speechless, but he didn't say anything.
And at this moment.
The monks outside the three stone bridges looked shocked and moved.
"It's the Holy King Naihe!"
Ye Qi whispered.
"Nine times out of ten, it shouldn't be the real place of inheritance, but there are definitely remnants of Holy King Naihe."
Wang Wushuang spoke in a deep voice, greed flashing in his eyes.
"what to do?"
Jiang Qianlong frowned, instinctively feeling that he was in danger.
"This matter must not be leaked out, otherwise it will attract all the major forces! Ye Qi, Shan Yuan, you two get out! Ye Qi, go and inform the Deputy Qiu Master, Shan Yuan, you are guarding outside, and anyone who dares to run out will be punished.
I'll kill him!"
Wang Wushuang said solemnly.
"If Ning Qiu is at the level of a sect leader..." Qin Shanyuan frowned.
"Don't worry, Qianlong and I will guard them inside."
"good!"
Ye Qi's face was a little gloomy: "Why not let Qianlong inform?"
"Ye Qi, just do as I say! Do you really think you are nothing?"
Wang Wushuang spoke coldly. He was usually polite because he thought they were useful, but that was obviously not the case at the moment.
Ultimately, in the eyes of Wang Wushuang and other monks, cultivation of heaven and earth, apart from knowing the laws of heaven and earth, is a complete waste.
Ye Qi's face suddenly turned ugly, but he sensed Wang Wushuang's murderous intention and immediately remained silent.
"Okay, let's do this!"
Not far away, the three sect leaders in Ningqiu were tense, and they were all secretly communicating with each other.
However, they also knew the thoughts of Wang Wushuang and others and did not dare to tamper with them.
Especially after seeing Ye Qi and Qin Shanyuan leaving, my heart tightened.
This is obviously a call for someone! "There are three bridges. The first bridge kills people and seizes treasures. There are obviously many treasures! The second bridge has the inheritance of the Holy King. It is estimated that there are things left by the Holy King."
Sanqiao worships the Holy King, which is probably relatively safe, but there are no treasures! However, this is not certain!"
Wang Wushuang said calmly: "Everyone, make your choice.
It’s estimated that you only have one chance, so be careful!”
The three sect leaders were shocked.
Ning Qiu was the first to speak out: "Sir, wherever you go, I will go wherever you are told."
Wang Wushuang took a look and was quite satisfied with the knowledge of these people.
"In this case, Qianlong will lead some monks to the Killing Bridge on the left.
As for Sect Master Yan, Sect Master Hu, and Sect Master Ning, just follow me to the middle!"
Wang Wushuang said directly.
"yes!"
Several people felt helpless and nodded in agreement.
This... is obviously to monitor them! He asked Jiang Qianlong to take other monks to another bridge, obviously thinking that Jiang Qianlong can suppress them and win the treasure! As for the bridge of worship, what is the difference between worshiping earlier or later?
"Go for it!"
For a while.
The nearly three thousand monks who entered this place all headed towards the Three Bridges.
Most of them went to the Naihe Bridge on the left and in the middle. As for worshiping that bridge, a small number of them were monks who didn't want to cause trouble or were not strong enough.
The yellow water is surging and the wind is blowing.
Walking onto the Naihe Bridge, everyone was even more shocked.
Naihe Bridge in the middle.
Mu Xiaochan's delicate body trembled.
Here it comes! She immediately rubbed her hands.
"It's time for me to make money!"
Her little face tightened, and she smiled sinisterly. She imitated the appearance of a fierce ghost, and even put on a burlap cloth, and her hair was disheveled.
I guess it's not noticeable yet.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
She took out a wooden board and carved four characters.
"Mother Meng is here!"
The four characters are crooked and twisted, revealing evil nature.
A group of people from a distance walked over cautiously, and were stunned when they saw it.
Such a young Granny Meng?
"stop!"
Mu Xiaochan suddenly let out a strange shout.
"You are?"
Wang Wushuang was unsure and his tone became polite.
"If you want to cross this bridge, leave money to buy it!"
Mu Xiaochan was straightforward.
Robbery! Everyone was thundering! Su Xuan in the distance was also stunned.
I asked you to watch the bridge, why don't you try to rob me?
What a fuss! Everyone’s eyelids jumped.
Such a young Mrs. Meng... and robbing her... everyone's outlook on things was a bit shattered.
"Meng Po...shouldn't we drink Meng Po soup..." someone muttered, unable to bear it any longer.
Mu Xiaochan got angry, stomped her little foot on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Wrong, I am the granddaughter of Meng Po, the newly promoted Meng Po! My grandma also charges money for selling soup! I don't have soup, but I can charge money!"