The old woman couldn't figure out the relationship between Mo Fei on the bridge and the turtle elder, so she didn't dare to hide anything, and explained in a low voice: "The bridge of life and death is an immortal weapon in the spirit world, and the spirit of the instrument has been said first, no matter who it is, if you step on the bridge of life and death, if you don't look back, you will live, and once you turn back, you will die!"

Seeing that the old turtle's face suddenly became extremely ugly, the old woman hurriedly added: "But according to the previous situation, in fact, the bridge of life and death only locks this person's soul under the bridge, and if there is a chance, it is not completely hopeless to get this person's soul back from under the bridge." ”

Listening to the meaning of this, it seems that there is indeed hope, but even the old woman herself has never really taken this hope seriously in her heart.

The hunchbacked old man was the same, his ugly face did not improve in the slightest.

In the spirit world, everyone knows that the Bridge of Life and Death is an immortal weapon, and it is also one of the most famous and superb immortal weapons in the fairy world.

Snatching something from the best immortal weapon?Are you kidding, or are you getting impatient?

Suddenly, the hunchbacked old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

After a long while, the old man took a deep breath, and then looked at the old woman with a rather strange expression: "Meng Poxian, are you sure that no matter who it is, as long as he turns back, the bridge of life and death will definitely lock his soul under the bridge?"

The old woman was worried that the turtle would embarrass herself, and when she suddenly heard these words, she looked at the bridge of life and death in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, an unbelievable expression appeared on the old woman's face, and she was more familiar with how terrifying the bridge of life and death was, and she was stunned for longer than the hunchbacked old man, and her heart was even more incredulous.

On the bridge of life and death, Mo Fei turned his head, his eyes unblinking, staring in the direction where the voice came.

He is the eldest young master of the Mo family and the son of the head of the Mo family in Xishui Town.

When he was a child, he was not only the first person of the younger generation in Xishui Town, but also recognized as a first-day genius in all the surrounding towns.

The aristocratic family background, as well as the extraordinary talent of martial arts, the two are combined, I don't know how many people have secretly envied and envied him. But no one knows that behind his apparent arrogance, there is an endless longing for his mother.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever he saw other children with the love of their fathers and mothers, he was secretly envious in his heart.

When someone else's child falls outside or is bullied, he can go home and throw himself into his mother's arms to cry and complain, and his father will find justice for him.

But as the son of the head of the Mo family, when he was wronged, he went home and cried to his father, but Mo Sheng just taught him harshly. As the head of the family, Mo Sheng can't be unfair, let alone participate in the struggle of the juniors, and all justice must be found by himself.

No one knows that since he was a child, he has no mother's care, only a strict father, no matter how much he is wronged, Mo Fei is alone and resists.

In order not to be bullied by other children, he can only continue to cultivate and strive to become the strongest, because only in this way will no one dare to bully him.

Similarly, only when he always stands in front of all his peers in terms of cultivation strength, will more people pay attention to him, the loneliness in his heart will be reduced, and his longing for his mother will not be so strong.

When he was a child, he asked his father about his mother's whereabouts, and he clearly remembered that his father's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he also said that his mother died in childbirth when he gave birth to him.

At the time, he believed it, and it was not until he grew up that he gradually understood that his real mother had not died at all, and that she was of noble birth.

It's just that the Mo family was too weak back then, and it was not easy to enter the circle of aristocrats, but the old man with a high reputation retreated bravely and moved to Xiaoxiaoshui Town to retire.

His biological mother has been used to the life of the upper class since she was a child, and Xiaoxiao Xishui Town is far from even the minimum requirements in her heart.

Therefore, not long after giving birth to Mo Fei, she ruthlessly left Mo Fei, who was not yet a full moon, and quietly left Xishui Town.

It wasn't until later that the Mo family received news that less than a year after she left, she remarried into a wealthy family, an aristocratic family far beyond the reach of the Mo family.

Murphy had almost no impression of his mother, and he had not heard more from her for the past fifteen years. That's all, he still overheard it from the Great Elder and the others.

He had always buried his thoughts about his mother deep in his heart, until this voice came from behind him, and he finally couldn't hold back and looked back.

Nothing else matters, he just wants to see what his biological mother is like.

The moment he just turned around, Mo Fei frowned suspiciously: "Strange, I just had the idea of turning back, how did I have actual action so quickly?"

Yes, he was just anxious to know what his mother looked like, but he only had an idea and did not make a final decision.

But the truth is, he's already turned around.

Behind him, there was a hazy fog all around, and a figure faintly fell in the depths of the fog.

Mo Fei immediately shook off all other thoughts, his eyes fixed on the figure in the depths of the mist, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Not far away, the hunchbacked old man turned back anxiously: "Say, is there any way to get that kid out of the bridge of life and death?"

The old woman smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Prime Minister Turtle, as long as you get on the bridge of life and death, everything can only be on your own." Not to mention rescuing that little brother, we can't even get our voice and consciousness through it. ”

The hunchbacked old man was full of anxiety, and his breath was constantly surging, as if he was really planning to snatch people from the bridge of life and death.

This can scare the old woman enough, but the hunchbacked old man has a noble status and great power, whether it is a bridge of life and death, or a hunchbacked old man, she can't afford to provoke either side.

On the bridge of life and death, Mo Fei's eyes were confused, and he walked to the side of the bridge step by step, seeing that he was about to fall under the bridge.

Suddenly, a milky white light rushed out from his dantian area, enveloping Mo Fei's entire person.

The moment the milky white light appeared, Mo Fei suddenly woke up.

The voice of his mother's call continued to be heard in his ears, but when he looked at it, his face changed instantly, and there was still a figure of his mother in front of him, all of which were clearly white.

Looking down at his feet, Mo Fei hurriedly retreated, his back covered in cold sweat.

"What happened to me? How did I almost walk under the bridge before I knew it?"

What was under the arch bridge, he couldn't see clearly. But the thick fog, and the eerie and cold aura that kept coming out, he didn't need to look to know that it couldn't be an ordinary river below.

Once it does fall, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Mo Fei wiped a cold sweat, looked around, didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and walked quickly towards the opposite side of the bridge.

"This bridge is too strange to stay any longer, and we must hurry to get there. ”

Not far away, the old man with a hunchback who was extremely nervous and his eyes widened, as if he was about to fall off at any time, finally let out a heavy breath.

Constantly wiping the cold sweat on his head, the hunchbacked old man gradually calmed down, and a fine light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "It's okay, but what was the white light just now?"

The old woman was stunned, and when she heard the hunchbacked old man's doubts, she almost subconsciously replied: "Artifact! That must be an artifact! It can crush the bridge of life and death to the point that it can't move, it must be a higher-level artifact." ”