The real dragon phantom roared and rushed towards Taotie. Its huge dragon claws smashed down towards Taotie.
Taotie roared, turned into his own body, and also grabbed it with one claw.
But the result was that Taotie shook violently and was directly blown away by the claws of the real dragon's shadow. He stepped back more than ten steps and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
Taotie was injured by the real dragon's shadow with just one move, which was shocking.
Taotie's combat power is definitely at the peak among them. He can explode with all his strength and can definitely compete with a strong man in the holy realm. But now, he is completely defeated and was injured by one move.
Chirp!
The phoenix screamed and rushed towards Taotie. Taotie was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly and did not dare to fight.
The phantoms of the real dragon and the phoenix were flying over their respective tombs without pursuing them.
"It's so powerful, how can it pass?"
"This definitely surpasses the combat power of ordinary holy realms. One person alone is no match at all!"
Many people looked ugly.
After going through all the hard work to get here, should we stop here?
"Everyone, if you want to pass this road, you can only join forces. Let's join forces and rush over. Otherwise, no one can pass alone!"
Huang Ling spoke, and she and Lu Ming joined forces to defeat a shadow and stepped forward.
"Yes, now the only option is to join forces!"
The tenth prince of the Golden Crow also said.
"Okay, I agree!"
"I agree!"
Others spoke one after another. Just now, everyone was wary of each other, but now, they have to join forces again, because if they don't join forces, they can only stop here.
Everyone defeated the phantoms one after another and converged towards the road. After a while, everyone gathered together.
"Let's rush together!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!...
There were more than forty people, rushing towards the intersection together.
There are more than 40 people, all of whom are geniuses at the level of heavenly spirits and come from various emperor-level forces.
The real dragon roared and the phoenix screamed, rushing towards everyone.
"kill!"
More than forty geniuses took action together, and all kinds of rays of light burst out and merged together, making it extremely terrifying.
Various offensive techniques collided with the real dragon and phoenix phantom, and they were unstoppable. They defeated the real dragon phoenix phantom in one fell swoop and drowned the real dragon and phoenix.
Touch! Touch!
The phantoms of the real dragon and phoenix collapsed.
"Good opportunity, rush!"
Many geniuses seized this opportunity and rushed towards the intersection. In an instant, more than 40 people rushed through the area blocked by the two large tombs.
The real dragon and phoenix phantoms immediately reunited, but instead of continuing to attack them, they roared, flew into the tomb, and disappeared.
"Just a ray of immortal fighting spirit has reached the holy realm. I really don't know how terrifying it was in life? Has it reached the emperor level? Is there an emperor-level true dragon buried in this tomb?"
Lu Ming looked at the big tomb, with a fiery light flashing in his eyes.
If he could obtain the skeleton of an emperor-level true dragon and refine it, what level would his spiritual body evolve to?
Will he suddenly evolve into a superior celestial spirit body?
Of course, he was just thinking about it.
The tomb was covered with terrifying power of law. Zhao Kuang had suffered the same fate just now, so naturally he did not dare to attack the tomb.
Everyone took a long breath and then moved forward along this road.
Not long after, a river blocked the way.
The strange thing is that the water of this river is yellow, very much like the legendary river of hell, Huangquan.
"This...is this really Huangquan River?"
Suddenly, someone spoke, his voice trembling.
Because there was a stone tablet there. When everyone took a look, there were two words written on the stone tablet: Huangquan!
Everyone looked at each other and saw shock and fear in each other's eyes.
According to ancient legend, there are nine hells between heaven and earth. There is a river in the hell that runs through the hell, named Huangquan.
The underworld cannot be crossed, because once entering the underworld, any living thing will be corroded by the water of the underworld and become a part of the underworld.
But all of this is just a legend, and no one has ever seen it, even an emperor-level expert.
Is there really a netherworld and a nine-nether hell in this world?
Even rebellious figures like the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow and Taotie had extremely solemn expressions on their faces.
No one dares to try it easily and cross the underworld.
If you cross it like the legendary Huangquan, you will die.
"There's a bridge there!"
Someone pointed to the front and shouted. Everyone looked and saw a bridge in front of them.
Everyone walked forward along the shore of Huangquan. As they approached, they found that the bridge was very wide and led directly to the other side of Huangquan.
On the bridge, three words are engraved.
Naihe Bridge!
Hiss, hiss...
There were sounds of gasping for air, and everyone felt chilled in their hearts.
Legend has it that there is a Naihe Bridge above the Yellow Spring. If you want to cross the Yellow Spring, you can only cross the Naihe Bridge.
Unexpectedly, there is really a Naihe Bridge.
Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, everything is the same as the legend. Is this leading to the Nine Nether Hells?
Even though everyone is a genius, comes from an imperial power, and is well-informed, but now, they still feel cold and gloomy all over.
"According to legend, there is a Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge, holding Meng Po soup. Everyone who crosses the bridge must drink Meng Po soup. After drinking it, they forget everything. Is there a Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge?"
Someone spoke, his voice trembling.
"Humph, all of this is just an illusion. It was deliberately arranged by someone. If there is really no way to go to hell, how can it appear here!"
The tenth prince of the Golden Crow snorted coldly, his body filled with the golden divine fire of the sun, strode onto the Naihe Bridge, and headed towards the other side.
"Yes, this was probably laid out by the people behind me according to the legend when they buried Emperor Samsara. It can't be the real Huangquan Naihe, how can you stop me!"
Then, someone else spoke and stepped forward.
"Huang Ling, let's come too!"
Lu Ming said.
Huang Ling nodded, and the two walked side by side and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.
Seeing this, others followed suit.
Although everyone didn't believe it was true, they were still cautious and alert.
"Where does the soul of the ancient heroic spirit go?"
Suddenly, a long voice sounded, coming from nowhere, and rang in everyone's ears.
"who?"
Some people were shocked and shouted loudly.
"Where does the soul of the ancient heroic spirit go?"
The voice continued to sound, seemingly full of helplessness and sighs, ringing in everyone's ears.
Everyone continued to move forward, and the sound kept ringing.
But all the time, there was only this sentence, repeated over and over again.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, ignored the sound, and continued to move forward. Soon, they would pass the Naihe Bridge.
But at this time, everyone stopped.
Because at the end of Naihe Bridge, there was a figure.
An old woman!
The old woman was very old, with a hunched back, wearing a large black robe, with white hair on her head, and a mountain of wrinkles on her face.
In her hand, she held a bowl. In the bowl was a milky white liquid.