The sky was cloudless, the sky was clear, and the sunlight was sprinkled through the sky, soft as fine sand.

In the sky, there are many white broken bridges floating out of thin air, with no beginning, no way, drifting with the wind, irregular.

Suddenly, a narrow opening opened in the canopy, and a black shadow fell from it, smashing straight towards a broken bridge, and at the moment when it was about to touch the bridge deck, she quickly adjusted her posture, and finally, stood firmly on the broken bridge.

Gu Xizhan raised his head, only to see that the opening had completely disappeared, and the four fields were silent, not even the sound of the wind, let alone interpersonal relationships.

She took out the identity jade plate, found the map drawn by the sect before the mutation, and carefully checked it, and finally found that she couldn't find it.

She couldn't find where she was.

Looking down from the section, the snow-white broken bridges of different heights are like long steps, and you can't see the end at a glance, and the lower section is hidden in the dense clouds, and you don't know where to go.

This secret realm is located in the south of Zhongzhou, near the southern Xinjiang, and is named Nantong Secret Realm.

The center of the secret realm is a vast sea area, the land exists around the sea, there are many rare spirit plant demon beasts in the outside world, but there are almost no beyond the Yuan infancy, overall, the products are abundant, the danger is not great, it is a good place to practice.

Several major sects had already decided to join forces to develop, but they didn't expect ......

Gu Xizhan looked at the broken bridge below, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know if it was because this place had not been discovered, or if the terrain of the entire secret realm had changed.

Either way, the map isn't needed at the moment.

Trying to send a message to her classmates, after finding that she couldn't send it, she simply put away the jade card, looked at the clouds that seemed to solidify, and planned to go down first.

She stepped on the flying sword, and just flew out of the range of the bridge, but she felt that her body was heavy, as if something had grabbed her, and dragged her downward, and her spiritual power was interrupted, and she fell quickly.

Gu Xizhan was shocked, hooked his right foot, scooped up the flying sword, held the sword in his right hand, and inserted it fiercely into the bridge when he turned around.

"Squeak-" Sparks flew around, and the sharp and piercing friction sound made people's eardrums hurt, Gu Xizhan gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled out Qingge with his left hand and inserted it together.

Fortunately, the broken bridge was thick enough, and after sliding more than six feet, she finally stopped.

Is this forbidden space, or is it a sealed spirit? Hanging in the middle of the bridge, Gu Xizhan looked down at the erratic broken bridge below, and pursed his lips. This position is not good, so let's go up and talk about it.

The sword is too long.

Thinking like this, she pulled out Qing Ge with her left hand, and after returning the sword to the sheath, she reached out and grabbed the sword marks, and then her right hand did the same, and her arms were straining, slowly climbing up.

The bridge was not smooth, and there were sword marks, Gu Xizhan didn't feel that there was any difficulty in climbing up, and soon the last ten meters were left.

Sanzhang.

As soon as his left hand touched the bridge, he felt a piercing chill and drilled straight into the crack in the bone, Gu Xizhan was completely unprepared, and his palm subconsciously attached to the stone surface.

"Shhh

This is...... There is no such cold at all. Gu Xizhan lowered his eyes and looked at the same bridge, stretched out his hand again, and then climbed up.

"Hiss la......" just a few breaths, the palm of the hand was frozen on the bridge body by the cold, and as soon as she tried her hard, the soft skin was torn apart, and the next second the blood was stained with pink flesh, and the blood formed a half-palm trace on the bridge body, and then dragged the long tail downward, and finally rolled into the clouds and disappeared.

It's cold. There seemed to be no end to this distance, her arms gradually became numb, and the exposed wrists were already purple and black, and even the feeling was dull a lot, Gu Xizhan's face was pale from the cold, and her right hand was forceful, and she grabbed the sword marks on it again.

…………

Erzhang.

The sound of "Zizi ......" frying meat came, and the palm of the palm, which was already blood-red, seemed to touch the scorching iron plate, and the dried blood stains were scorched and blackened, and the cold air that was still like maggots attached to the bones quickly subsided, replaced by unbearable heat.

The bridge remains the same.

Gu Xizhan felt like meat waiting to be cooked, she tried to minimize the contact of other parts of her body with the broken bridge, and blisters appeared in her palms, sticking to the bridge, and then cracking and shriveling.

Slowly, no new blisters appeared, but the sound of "zizi" became louder and louder, and the palms that had already hurt so much that they were unconscious felt an inexplicable slipperyness.

She stretched out her hand, but instead of grabbing the bridge immediately, she turned it over slightly, only to see a layer of yellowish liquid appear on the crimson palm.

Oiled...... Gu Xizhan retracted his gaze and grabbed the higher bridge with an expressionless face.

…………

One zhang.

The hand, which should have been unconscious, felt a sharp pain again, from the fingertips down the bones, straight to the heart, "Hmm......" Gu Xizhan snorted, only to feel a flash of bright color in front of him.

What is that?

This part of the road was different from before, and I saw countless long black spikes burrowing out of the bridge, and even more dense roots crawling out and drilling into her fingers.

The bridge was full of roots and spikes, and there was no way to dodge. Gu Xizhan resisted the not small pull on his fingers, and continued to climb up, the limited length of the roots was pulled out, and the top was still covered with red and white flesh.

But this kind of pain is not as sharp as the first sharp pain.

Gu Xizhan glanced at the center of the nail of his right index finger, where there was a small red dot, and he had a measure in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light.

The sharp pain hit again, Gu Xizhan bit her lip tightly, and when she looked closely, she saw a needle as thin as a cow's hair penetrating through the finger gap of her left hand, and coming out through the armor, except for a few invisible bleeding spots, there was no trace left.

It turned out to be this thing.

After figuring out the culprit and finding that she couldn't avoid it at all, she simply ignored it and just climbed up wholeheartedly.

Slowly, a thin line of blood appeared in the center of the nails of her hands, the nails were white and cracked, and the fingertips were faintly visible white bones.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain that can never be numb, makes this period even more difficult than before. The movements of his hands had begun to slow down, and Gu Xizhan felt that he was beginning to climb by inertia, and the long blood stains behind him could not see his head.

If this continues, her hands will be useless. If it is wasted, you will not be able to hold the sword, and instead of wasting your hands for this road with no end in sight, it is better to jump on another broken bridge.

"Huh. The nun let go of her right hand, suddenly sneered, and the next moment, her hand grabbed the sword mark on it again.

She shook her head, and the inexplicable thoughts vanished, Gu Xizhan hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and the dry and sticky skin of her mouth was torn, and thin beads of blood appeared, which looked a lot ruddy.

Even if a sword cultivator who has comprehended the sword intent loses his hand, how can he not be able to hold the sword? This kind of demagogy is too ridiculous.

With a sharp force in her right hand, she rose a lot more, and this time, when her left hand reached out, she finally touched something different.

You can feel the spiritual power.

Gu Xizhan gritted her teeth, poured spiritual power into her fingertips, and the four fingers of her left hand were deeply embedded in the edge, she held her breath, let go of her right hand, and the whole person swung up.

"Bang ......" The four fingers pulled out a lot of rubble, and she exhaled slowly before looking at her hands.

Except for the fingertips that were a little infrared, her hands were intact, and the pain had long since disappeared, as if Fang had really just climbed an ordinary bridge.

Is it a hallucination? But if it's an illusion......

Gu Xizhan lowered his eyes, only to see that there were countless blood-red handprints left on the bridge, and the blood flowed down, forming two long blood marks, and even around the four pits along the bridge, there were blood stains.

If it's an illusion, where does this blood come from?

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