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Tong Jianjun has always felt that every festival is not just a sacrifice to this bridge. Although such a wooden bridge can be said to be unique in the world, there are many cherished things, and most of them are just for sightseeing.

And like the Falling Moon Bridge, which has become the belief of millions of wooden bridge people, there are very few. Although few people will take the stories in the mouths of the old people seriously, they will have a kind of reverence for the rising moon bridge since they heard it for the first time.

And this kind of psychology, in the process of growing up, is intertwined with their own memories, and finally the Moon Bridge has become the representative of the hometown in the hearts of Muqiao people, and it is also the most important place in their hearts.

Looking at the prayer slips tied to the Falling Moon Bridge, Tong Jianjun felt that the Falling Moon Bridge was probably the place where the hearts of the people of the wooden bridge gathered. Therefore, the people of Muqiao tirelessly hold festivals every year to sacrifice the Falling Moon Bridge and all the good things in their hearts.

At this moment, the minds of all the spectators are gathered in one place, that is, the Falling Moon Bridge. In front of the Falling Moon Bridge, the chief priest finished his last salute, turned around, and looked at the thousands of worshippers.

Although there were countless people, Tong Jianjun still felt in an instant that the main priest was looking at him. To be more precise, this guy is looking at Mi Qi Aya's direction.

The face of the chief priest Gu Jing Bubo suddenly became extremely fanatical, and that feeling made Tong Jianjun think of the two guys. One is an older brother who looks the same as Li Jiahui, and the other is a mess who can change his body casually!

"Regards, courtesy!" the main priest bowed slightly in the direction of Mi Qi Aya, and then floated and flew onto the Falling Moon Bridge in the eyes of people who were extremely shocked.

On the Falling Moon Bridge, which condensed the hearts and minds of countless wooden bridge people, the chief priest took out a knife and stabbed it into his chest.

Red, in the minds of Chinese people, is a festive color. The festival, in the minds of Muqiao people, should also be a festive day.

And on this festive day, a touch of scarlet blood was sprayed on the Falling Moon Bridge at the last moment of the festival.

"Ahh

The stunned crowd finally realized what had happened, and the instinct of fear of death caused many people to let out a sharp exclamation.

And what happened in the next moment made everyone present lose the ability to make a sound.

In the drifting wind and rain, in the thousands of years, the Moon Bridge, which has stood for thousands of years, has long become an immortal symbol in the hearts of Muqiao people. People always feel that even if it is another thousand years, the Falling Moon Bridge will stand as before, bringing the courage of Muqiao people to be undefeated from generation to generation.

But now, this thousand-year-old wooden bridge seems to finally feel tired and want to rest for a while, and then it collapses like a father chasing the sun and drying up, and can no longer stand up!

"Help!"

Tong Jianjun was one of the first to react, he put down the mirage, flew up without hesitation, and stepped on the shoulders of the crowd to run towards the collapsing Falling Moon Bridge. Not far away, it was the rest of the priests who had been stunned.

The smoke and dust billowed and the bracket collapsed, and the spiritual pillars of the priests seemed to collapse at this moment. The priests who had lost their pillars were all pale, and even the wreckage of the Falling Moon Bridge that was about to die was as if they had not seen it.

"Run!" Tong Jianjun kicked away a rolling log and pushed the priests out.

"It can't collapse, how can the Falling Moon Bridge collapse!" The collapse of the Falling Moon Bridge hit these priests the hardest. They are not extras, but specialized priests who have been passed down from generation to generation. The education they received since childhood made the Falling Moon Bridge everything in life for them.

"The bridge can be repaired again, but people can't be reborn! You should run to a safer place quickly!" Tong Jianjun looked at these old people who were standing still, really anxious and angry. Such a dangerous place, what a nail household!

immediately stopped persuading, and directly with Li Jiahui, who rushed over, holding two in one hand, and ran out of the collapsed range.

A grand dimensional fluctuation enveloped the entire Muqiao City at this moment. The people on the edge of the Falling Moon Bridge, guided by this dimensional fluctuation, scattered in an orderly manner.

"The bureau has made a move. Li Jiahui also sensed the fluctuation and realized that this was the bureau's efforts to guide ordinary people not to riot.

"The A+ level event is about to happen, repeat, the A+ level event is about to happen!" The blue bricks on Li Jiahui and Tong Jianjun directly sounded, "All commissioners, rush to the Falling Moon Bridge immediately!"

A+ level event! Tong Jianjun was shocked, the dimensional invasion incident that occurred at sea before could only be regarded as B-level, and the collapse of the Falling Moon Bridge turned out to be A+-level!

But what is the feeling of no dimensional invasion?

The shaking of the ground is getting stronger and stronger, and it is clear that it is not caused by the collapse of the Falling Moon Bridge. It was as if something was under the wreckage of the Falling Moon Bridge, ready to break out.

"The Falling Moon Bridge has collapsed, is that guy coming out too?" an old man in a priest's robe, standing behind Tong Jianjun, muttered.

", haven't you left yet?" Tong Jianjun was taken aback, shouldn't ordinary people all leave under the influence of the dimensional ability of the bureau? These old people did not leave, which means that they are also dimensional ability?

"That guy Qianyuan, why did you do this!" the old man's expression looked quite excited.

"Don't get excited, old man, get out of here quickly, it's still too dangerous here. Tong Jianjun persuaded, even if these old men are dimensional abilities, they don't seem to be very strong, and in the face of unheard of A+ level events, it is too dangerous to stay here.

"This is the matter of our eight families, since it is the trouble caused by Qianyuan, we will block it with our lives, and we must also block that guy back!" The other priests and old men also had the same expressions.

The corners of Tong Jianjun's mouth twitched, are these old men the descendants of those who guard the seal? The eight major families guarding the seal, because of the rebellion of one of them, caused the seal to be destroyed. This plot is a bit bloody!

And this pot shouldn't let the old man named Qianyuan carry it. Looking at the way he looked before he committed suicide, he was probably possessed by the mess who kept making things around.

But these old men obviously didn't know, and they couldn't listen to Tong Jianjun's advice, and they were bent on taking the pot to themselves.

Seven old men in priest robes, led by the one standing behind Tong Jianjun before, walked towards the collapsed Falling Moon Bridge.

Tong Jianjun wanted to stop them, but was stopped by Li Jiahui: "They are professionals, I don't know how many years I have been doing this, maybe I can stop this A+-level incident." ”

"But those old men obviously want to fight with their lives!"

"Is there anything you can do to stop them?" Li Jiahui sighed, "A+ level, but second only to the level of those so-called gods of the old days! Once it really appears, can we really stop it with just a few of us?" If we can't stop it, what should we do with the wooden bridge!"