Five Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty-Five Chapters? Lost

The original god.

It is one level higher than the envoy of the gods, and the top is the master of the gods.

The combat power of the messenger is at the top level. The strength of this magic sound general is probably stronger than that of King Wuzuobai.

Only the four main hall masters can be compared.

This kind of character is invincible in the four secret realms.

Of course Jian Wushuang had to be treated with care.

"You are very good, I heard about you from Wu Zuo!" The magic sound god said indifferently.

Jian Wushuang was a little flattered. He didn't expect him to be so famous. Not only the fifth-order emperors of the original universe knew him, but even the magic sound god general knew him.

The magic sound god raised his hand, a light descended, and the dark red underground ground began to collapse, eventually turning into a purgatory of churning magma.

"Entering here is just the first step. There are three bridges in this purgatory. Everything depends on your creation!"

Jian Wushuang looked at the purgatory under his feet, his heart shook, and he replied, "Yes!"

Although I felt a great danger, there was also a great opportunity with it.

His figure began to sink, and it looked like a purgatory from above, but when he got to the bottom, it was a different scene.

After he entered purgatory, the ground returned to dark red, as if it had never changed.

The magic sound god will slowly open his eyes, look through the space at a glance, look at Jian Wushuang, and secretly say in his heart: "The darling of the times? Is it really that powerful?"

He has just recovered, and his strength has returned to its peak.

The fallen character has recovered again. Although his strength has recovered, he has no hope of being the Lord of the Universe in this lifetime.

Unwilling!

If so, it might as well fall.

He who is alive now is just a trace of the soul selected by the true spirit from the previous timeline. Take out the flesh and put it in the soul, is he really him?

Thinking of this, the Demonic Sound God will slowly close his eyes.

After entering purgatory, Jian Wushuang, in front of him is a small path, nothing special, without any resistance, and there is no benefit in walking through it, all around are dark, and he can only follow this path, it is possible to deviate. lost.

"It's interesting, this should be a special space, not a cave!"

There is still a big difference between a special space and a cave.

Going down this road, Jian Wushuang finally reached the first bridge.

Below the bridge is hot lava, and above the bridge are the undead.

These spirits are unstable, very similar to the spirits after the fall of the emperor, but their strength is much stronger. All of them are at the level of emperors. They wander unconsciously, only walking on the bridge, and there are hundreds of wandering spirits.

Although the strength of these wandering spirits is good, they are all third-order emperors, who are they looking down on!

Jian Wushuang took a step forward, and thousands of sword qi burst out behind him, directly dispersing the wandering spirits on the bridge.

Ruined!

At the moment when the wandering spirits dispersed, the whole bridge began to crumble. Jian Wu couldn't see it with his eyes, so he could only step back, but the bridge disappeared?

"This is?"

Jian Wushuang is a little unclear.

"Could it be related to the wandering soul?" he secretly asked.

If so, at least give him a chance, such as returning to the starting point or something, what should he do if he is halfway there.

Can't fly over there!

That powerful pulling force, he estimated that he would fall into the magma below before he flew over.

Those magma couldn't hurt him, but the wild beasts in the magma were all genuine sixth-order emperors, and there was only one way for him to fall.

"What should I do!" Jian Wushuang touched his head.

He glanced at the magma below, took a step back, and swam over to say nothing.

Even if he turns into a wild beast, he will be recognized, and he will not be able to mix.

I fumbled around and found weeds all over my body, but nothing.

What is this purgatory for?

Some helpless, he can only go to the rear.

Going back on the same path, this walk is a hundred years.

When I came, I only walked for an hour, but when I went back, I walked for a hundred years, and the key has not yet reached the place where I came.

He regretted it halfway, turned back again, and walked towards the bridge, but found that he couldn't get there, only one way to the end.

A hundred years, a thousand years, a thousand years.

Jian Wushuang was still holding on to hope, but finally began to give up gradually, and even shouted the name of the magic sound general to the sky, wanting to go out.

But in this ghost place, no one responded to the shouts of heaven and earth.

Slowly, he began to feel tired. He walked without a human figure, and his body was sloppy, like the ghosts he saw on the bridge.

Just walking unconsciously, the consciousness in my heart began to gradually disappear.

He himself doesn't know how long he has gone, the power of the divine body has not been replenished, and it has been completely consumed. Fortunately, the physical body is immortal and immortal, at least he is still human.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure was illusory and transparent, and there was a skeleton behind the figure, which should have been left by the flesh.

Without the physical body and the divine body, human beings are left with a soul.

As for the source, it's long gone.

The moment he saw the figure, Jian Wushuang seemed to see hope.

A spring water burst out in the mustard seed, instantly replenishing the divine body, and then the eyes began to become brighter, and the pace of the feet became faster.

He went from limping to walking normally, and then ran directly behind him.

This time he didn't shoot, but rushed in front of the figure, trying to wake him up.

He can understand now that the wandering spirits on the bridge are probably the cultivators who came here. After killing those wandering souls, the bridge disappears. Although now he doesn't understand why, it has something to do with the practitioners.

Now I finally saw a practitioner again, why is he not excited.

After seeing the face of the opponent's soul, Jian Wushuang was a little surprised. Isn't this "Wanyan" who entered the Magic Sound Hall one step earlier?"

The other party is even worse than him, and his consciousness has weakened to the point where he has no perception. No matter how much he screams, he can't wake up.

Jian Wushuang raised his hand and it was two big-eared scratches, but unfortunately the other party was in a state of soul and could not be hit at all.

In the end, he could only endure the pain, and took out countless divine stones and forced them to the other side.

A little bit of strength gathered, Wanyan's eyes began to show light spots, and her consciousness was gradually returning.

When the other party woke up, after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he instantly became smart.

"Jian Wushuang!" Wanyan recognized Jian Wushuang. When Jian Wushuang was admitted by Yuanyuan, he had seen Jian Wushuang.

Later, when I recalled all the things I had entered here, I realized that with the help of the power of the divine stone, the divine body was restored and the fleshly body was condensed, and the source also reached its peak.

After recovering, Wanyan quickly took out a set of clean robes from the mustard seeds and put it on her body.

"Thank you for this time!"

Jian Wushuang waved his hands and said, "Isn't it the time to talk about this, fellow Daoist is because of that bridge?"

If this is the case, then the souls of the dead on the bridge are not meant to be killed, but to be saved.

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