In such an instant, Chu Wufeng had already come up with countless ways to be a yin person.

It's a pity that even the fox demon clan can't take away the magic weapon, how can he take it for himself?

Chu Wufeng kept visiting around the Fox Demon Illusion, "Xiao Xin, can you manipulate this magic weapon?"

"No, I can't. Xiao Xin shook her head, "But I don't know why, this illusion reflects all the thoughts in my mind, and it allows me to come and go at will." ”

"Before that, the fox demon clan, apart from you, who else could control the mirror?" Chu Wufeng suspected that this mirror had a lot to do with the fox demon's blood source.

If that's the case, then Xiao Xin's inability to control the mirror is most likely just because of insufficient cultivation, as long as it can be determined that the fox demon illusion can be controlled with blood sources, then he has a way.

"I don't know. Xiao Xin shook her head again, "I have always been the lowest-level fox grandson in the fox clan, and this place has always been the realm of the fox clan, so I have no chance to come at all." ”

"In that case, there's only one try. Chu Wufeng took out a dagger and said, "Xiao Xin, I want to borrow a little blood from you." ”

"Good. Xiao Xin didn't hesitate at all, she took Chu Wufeng's dagger and cut it on her wrist.

Blood came out all of a sudden, and Chu Wufeng grabbed the other party's small hand in distress and said, "It's not so much, just a little bit." ”

After speaking, Chu Wufeng sprinkled a little medicinal powder on the wound, and the blood on Xiao Xin's wound immediately stopped.

Xiao Xin said to Chu Wufeng with a happy face, "Thank you, master!"

"What are you thanking me for?" Chu Wufeng looked puzzled, it was obvious that he was the one who let her bleed, but Xiao Xin still thanked him, what kind of logic is this?

Xiao Xin carefully looked at the new scab on her wrist and said, "No one has ever cared about me as much as the master, my sister is right, the master is so good." ”

With that, Xiao Xin suddenly pounced on him and imprinted a big lip mark on Chu Wufeng's face.

Chu Wufeng sighed, sad and helpless.

What kind of changes have the fox demon clan suffered, these little foxes will think so, as long as they are a little bit better to them, they are already very satisfied.

It is conceivable how miserable the life of those fox demons who were captured by other sects to be the furnace is miserable.

Then, Chu Wufeng drew a talisman with his fingertips dipped in Xiao Xin's blood.

Xiao Xin stood aside and watched curiously the whole time, seeing that Chu Wufeng was busy, she didn't dare to disturb the whole time, until Chu Wufeng finished painting, she asked, "What is this?"

"Borrow a talisman. Chu Wufeng explained, "In fact, it is a method of borrowing your blood qi to confuse the magic weapon. ”

With that, Chu Wufeng pressed the rune paper on the mirror.

"No!" When Xiao Xin understood what his master was going to do, he immediately reached out and tried to stop Chu Wufeng.

However, it was too late.

When Chu Wufeng's fingers touched the mirror surface along with the rune paper, a multicolored holy light flashed through the mirror.

Then, Chu Wufeng's person appeared in the mirror.

Xiao Xin threw herself on the mirror and shouted sadly, "Master!"

"It's all my fault, I didn't tell you in advance, the blood sacrifice spell will stimulate the counterattack power of the magic weapon, and too many fox elites try to control the magic weapon but end up trapped in the illusion.

I don't want to tell you, I'm afraid that you will do something stupid, why do you still want to leave me!"

Xiao Xin hugged the mirror and cried, she also wanted to accompany her master into the mirror, but unfortunately only one person could enter the illusion every time.

It is said that in this fox fairy fantasy realm, there are three thousand worlds, and everyone who enters is in a different world.

Chu Wufeng opened his eyes and found him standing in an unfamiliar environment.

At night, it was dark all around.

Only a kerosene lamp was lit on a short white bridge in front of it, hanging in front of a stall, swaying with the wind.

Chu Wufeng walked to the front of the white bridge, and relying on the faint light, he finally saw the three typings written on the bridge.

Nai He Bridge!

When he saw these three words, Chu Wufeng was stunned all of a sudden.

I'm going to die?

It was just a surprise!

The power of the mirror is terrible! Just touch it, and it hangs!

Chu Wufeng was simply unbelievable, he immediately released his divine sense and wanted to explore everything around him, but he found that he didn't have to mention his divine sense.

Now I am just like ordinary people, and I can't even sense the existence of divine consciousness.

Chu Wufeng still didn't believe it, he wanted to use a little true qi to prove that he was a true cultivator, he looked at his hands stupidly, trying to release even a little bit of true qi.

Half a day has passed, and there is still no fart.

At this time, a young man with a pale face passed by Chu Wufeng, only to see that his lower body was riddled with bullets, but it did not bleed or scab.

Chu Wufeng could even see that the exposed bundles of broken muscles were moving regularly as he took every step.

"Brother, are you dead?" Chu Wufeng asked.

However, the man didn't seem to hear it, he just passed by Chu Wufeng's side straight and stepped onto the Nai He Bridge.

The moment he stepped onto the Nai Ho Bridge.

A slightly magnetic voice came from the dimly lit stall on the bridge, "Come, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the troubles of your past life, and be reborn as an adult, you will be happy and healthy." ”

The young man just walked to the stall in a daze, took the porcelain bowl from the stall owner's hand, drank it in one gulp, and took the rest of the way.

This is Meng Po soup?

Chu Wufeng looked at the scene in front of him, but he couldn't say how strange it was.

In a few moments, another pot-bellied young woman walked past him, with a long umbilical cord dragging on the lower half of her body, and a baby with her eyes closed behind it.

Died of dystocia?

Just as she was passing by, Chu Wufeng asked without giving up, "Beauty, are you dead?"

However, the mother still ignored her, just dragged the baby behind her and walked up to the Nai He Bridge step by step.

Just as she stepped on the Nai He Bridge, the slightly magnetic female voice sounded again, "Come, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the troubles of the previous life, and be an adult in the next life, you will be happy and healthy." ”

The same behavior, the same action, the same drink and then go your own way.

Chu Wufeng stood in front of the Nai He Bridge and observed for most of the day.

Someone kept coming from under the bridge, drank Meng Po soup, and walked into the distance.

And everyone seemed to have no senses, no matter whether Chu Wufeng praised them, scolded them, or even tried to beat them, they all acted as if they didn't see Chu Wufeng.

Of course, Chu Wufeng also made a move with a strong man who died in a car accident, but his fist went straight through the door of someone else's head, and he couldn't touch him at all.

Chu Wufeng also thought about leaving, but there seemed to be a strange magnetic field here, no matter which direction he went, he would eventually return to Nai He Bridge.

If it is said that the formation is strange, no matter how Chu Wufeng calculates, there is no formation here.

After standing for three days and three nights, watching nine hundred and ninety-nine souls pass in front of him, Chu Wufeng sighed and stepped into the bridge deck of the Nai He Bridge.

He suddenly wondered how he had died, and since there were no mirrors, he glanced under the bridge.

In the sparkling water, a handsome young man is imprinted.

Chu Wufeng unconsciously touched his chin and said, "It's a pity to be so handsome, it's a pity to die." ”

At this moment, the voice that had been heard 999 times in three days sounded again.

"There is no boundless water under the bridge, never beyond life, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the troubles of the past life, and become an adult in the next life, you will be happy and healthy. ”

Hearing this, Chu Wufeng's whole person was stunned.

It's not the same.

It was the first time he had heard a different version.

It was repeated nine hundred and ninety-nine times before, so repeated that Chu Wufeng even thought that this stall owner was just a robot.

But at this moment, he heard an extra word.

And this sentence is obviously based on his current behavior, 'There is no water under the bridge, and there will be no transcendence forever.' ’

The meaning is obvious, as long as he falls into the infinite water, he will never be able to be reborn.

But Chu Wufeng vaguely felt very strange, and then he glanced at the boundless water under the bridge again.

"There is no water under the bridge, and you will never be born, young man, don't think about it. ”

This time the content had changed again, and there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.

If it is really the Nai He Bridge, this Meng Po may have been guarding this Nai He Bridge for countless years, what kind of person has not seen it, it is impossible to be anxious at all.

Chu Wufeng carefully looked at everything in the water.

The next moment he smiled.