Master: This Traitorous Disciple Is Not a Holy Son

Chapter 65, Heroic Spirit

"It's a bit interesting to cross the bridge without making any preparations ..."

The mountain ghost hidden in the dark fog, looking at one person on the suspension bridge, a bird, a slight moment, fell into thought.

"Hum, pretend to look at how you die in this seat." The eyes of the Chilong King have a terrifying blood, which is very oppressive. When the Weiming girl hated the previous sword, she wanted him to have such humiliation when he was the king of Chi Long Dragon, and the hegemon of the northern wasteland.

He was looking forward to the three people falling into the abyss to relieve his hatred.

"Chi Qing worshiped, do you think they can go through these two suspension bridges?" Princess Ziling looked at Chi Qingxian and asked with God's thoughts.

Chi Qingxian narrowed her eyes and stared at the back of the yellow skirt female immortal. "This woman is mysterious, I can't see it."

"The Weiming family has always been deeply related to the human race. This place is the place where the emperor is left. Perhaps they really have a way to use this life and death bridge. Pay attention to the details of their bridge, maybe some clues can be seen."

Several people talk rooms.

The yellow skirt god Zun is close to the middle of the dead bridge, and Xiao Jinpeng, who is carrying Wei Mingnu, is almost quickly reached to the middle of the Shengqiao.

The people waiting at Qiaotou stopped talking, and invariably set their sights on the crumbling suspension bridge.

Can they pass?

Hurry--

The moment you step on the middle of the suspension bridge.

Under the dark abyss, it was creepy like a ghost crying.

The shaking bridge that was shocked, shaking more and more, as if it would break and collapse at any time.

"So cold ..."

The yin wind is imitated by the tens of millions of ice, piercing the flesh and blood, and the cold bone marrow, even the surface of the soul has a layer of frost.

Xiao Jinpeng grabbed the iron cable of the suspension bridge tightly, and his little body kept trembling like sheep epilepsy.

"Sister Weiming ... I feel ... I was frozen to death."

"Is that woman really a human race? Should she deliberately pit us?" It trembled and twisted her head difficultly.

On the dead bridge, although the yellow skirt was slowed down, the footsteps never stopped.

Her clothes fluttered, facing the yin wind, moved forward step by step.

When Xiao Jinpeng looked at, she looked at her eyes at the same time, and between her eyes opened, a black and one white and two complicated Ao Xuan god patterns appeared in the left and right pupils.

Black and white magic patterns are turned into countless order chains, combined into a wheel of the avenue, and the rotation of 129,600 rotations was instantly rotated.

Xiao Jinpeng and Weiming Girls saw countless beings in it, from birth to death, from death to new life.

I saw countless unclear universal births, shattered, and then new life. Continuously interpret life and death, endless reincarnation.

Weiming looked at those eyes, and the deepest blood veins, a heat flow, sweeping the whole body.

She gradually woke up from the cycle.

Xiao Jinpeng blinked. After waking up, he moved his body, and he was shocked and happy, and he couldn't feel cold.

"Sister Wei Ming, how are you?"

"I'm fine, almost crossing the bridge ..." Weiming took a deep breath, and her feet stepped on Xiao Jinpeng's head.

"Okay ..."

Xiao Jinpeng responded, fanned his wings, and moved forward to the wind. The yin wind becomes no different from ordinary wind, and it can no longer bring chills.

Hurry--

The yin wind kept scraping from the ears, and faintly mixed with the sound of the soldiers and iron horses.

Xiao Jinpeng and Weiming lowered their heads with each other.

Views through the gap between the gaps of the wooden board of the suspension bridge and look down the abyss below.

It is no longer dark, and you can look at it at a glance.

There is a silent river flowing at the bottom of the abyss. The river is clear and translucent, and the countless corpses are ups and downs in the water.

A long army, along the curved river bank, silently marching towards a direction, the tattered flag fluttered.

Their bodies are translucent, dressed in decaying armor, hand -made broken blades, and empty eyes in the empty eyes. When walking, the soldiers collided, making the rhythmic sound of rhythm.

As soon as Xiao Jinpeng's eyes fell on these people, there was a heartbroken tingling with his eyes, and he wanted to leave the body without controlling it. It was horrified in his heart, and he quickly retracted his gaze and did not dare to look at it again.

The situation of Weiming women is not very good. After retracting her eyes, they urged: "Go soon ... It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, otherwise the soul will leave the body, and we will die."

Xiao Jinpeng dare to stay on the suspension bridge.

Specked his wings and flew towards the other side.

After arriving at the opposite side of the suspension bridge, I turned back with my heart. It was a dark paint under the abyss. I couldn't see anything. The strange yin wind had stopped, and the suspension bridge was no longer shaking. It's unrealistic like a dream.

"What was that was just scared me, and almost hooked my soul." Xiao Jinpeng swallowed his saliva, and looked scared.

The yellow skirt who came over heard the words and explained:

"They are the most loyal warriors. After the war, the heroes have not disappeared. There are countless years guarding this place, waiting for the day of being resurrected, and continue to fight for the emperor."

"Resurrection, are you referring to reverse time and space?" Xiao Jinpeng shouted, then shook his head again and again, saying, "Impossible, the blood inheritance of the soul -eater Kunpeng tells me that in the flood universe, the immortal emperor wants to reverse time and space to resurrect the death. Under the backdoing of the river, it is also necessary to pay a huge price.

The Immortal Lady in Yellow Skirt smiled and didn’t explain much. Her beautiful eyes turned to the little person sitting cross-legged on the top of Little Golden Peng: “Daoyou Weiming stood up for the human race outside the fog wall. Caiwei would like to thank you.”

“The Weiming clan and the human race have been allies for generations. There is no need to thank you.” Weiming crossed her arms, raised her chin, and looked at the Immortal Lady in Yellow Skirt: “I’m curious, why didn’t Daoyou Caiwei act with those five people? Aren’t you all human?”

The Immortal Lady in Yellow Skirt opened her red lips and explained: “The missions are different, so we take different paths.”

She didn’t want to explain too much, and Weiming didn’t ask any more questions. Thinking of What, he immediately raised his eyebrows and snorted in dissatisfaction: "That Chu Huang, it's really embarrassing, I think he is a coward who doesn't fight back or talk back."

"What are you humans doing? Do you want him to carry the flag? Is he worthy?"

Seeing that the allies disliked Chu Huang so much, the Yellow Skirt Female Immortal couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Chu Huang is also excellent among the younger generation..."

"He can't fight across borders by defeating the strong, nor can he be invincible at the same level. He can't bear the weight of the emperor. If he succeeds to the throne by force, he will probably die." Wei Mingnu shook her head and gave a very sharp evaluation of Chu Huang.

The Yellow Skirt Female Immortal was not angry either. Her beautiful eyes flashed with strange brilliance. I don't know what she was thinking. After a moment, she said: "Daoyou Wei Ming, Xiao Kunpeng, let's go."

"The core fragments of the Creation Green Ping can be seen almost in front."

"Why can't I see the others? They are not dead." Wei Mingnu looked puzzled.

The yellow skirted female immortal Caiwei shook her head and explained: "In addition to the Life and Death Bridge, there are seven or eight similar places that can lead to the location of the green lotus."

"Then how did you know that we would appear here?" Xiao Jinpeng looked at her with distrust.

"Because she marked you, but you didn't notice it." Wei Mingnu answered this question for Caiwei.

"Damn~" Xiao Jinpeng rolled his eyes and raised his middle claw.

As he spoke, his figure gradually disappeared into the gray fog.

At the Life and Death Bridge.

Everyone was already stunned.

They actually passed, and it was so easy.

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