At this time, Li Tiezhu no longer has half of the rustic and honest spirit of a local man, and his face has added maturity and wisdom honed by the years, especially the scar under his eyes, which has added a bit of manliness to him, and he must have lived quite a wonderful time over the years. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Naren looked at Li Tiezhu, her fighting spirit was somewhat restrained, but there was not much expression on her face, she just opened her mouth to say something, and the woman who had just screamed behind hurriedly rushed up and grabbed Li Tiezhu's arm and said, "Brother Tiezhu, I'm afraid." ”

The woman didn't pull down her hood, and Jin Ling couldn't see her appearance clearly, just listening to the tactful voice like a yellow warbler, she knew that she was a cute and lovely girl like a little girl next door.

Naren's open mouth was closed, and he snorted coldly and walked towards the ancestral bridge without saying anything, Li Tiezhu sighed and shook his head behind Naren, raised his hand and scraped the nose of the girl hanging on his arm, and said dotingly: "Liu Yi...... When you get to the Southern Wilderness, you can't be naughty anymore. ”

Jin Ling and the others who had stayed near the Ancestral Bridge stepped back a little to make way for Na Ren, and just as Na Ren passed by Jin Ling, she stopped and glanced at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling raised her head and looked at Na Ren, and at this moment, Na Ren felt an extraordinary aura from Jin Ling's sharp eyes, which made her unconsciously guarded.

And Jin Ling also felt the fire-like heat on her body from Naren's fiery red pupils.

Naren didn't stay long, only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and walked to the edge of the ancestral bridge, knelt down on one knee and took out a jar of wine and a fiery red pottery bowl from the animal skin bag around his waist.

Naren raised the bowl overflowing with wine above his head and shouted: "The barbarian god is above, Naren of the barbarian fire department invites the ancestor of the war madness to open the way, and when the clan returns, he will sacrifice three sacrifices, five sacrifices and ten wines, and burn the holy flame to comfort the ancestor during the day." ”

The voice was loud, the words were like thunder, and the whole moat was buzzing, Jin Ling couldn't help but raise his hand and pluck his right ear, he heard it too clearly at this time, and his ears hurt.

"Smack"

Naren smashed the bowl of wine on the ancestral bridge, and then she stood upright on the bridge, holding the wine jar above her head with one hand, and the mouth of the jar was raised downward, and she poured the whole jar of wine into her mouth freely.

The liquor spilled from both sides of her mouth and down her chin, and this wild way of drinking made this woman feel like a flame in the dark underground, which was impossible to ignore.

Li Tiezhu over there stared at Naren for a moment, and the desire to conquer in his eyes was undisguised, in addition to him, there were many non-war maniac men, all of whom looked at Naren with the same eyes, and their Adam's apple rolled up and down and swallowed saliva.

The war maniac clan is also respected by women, and such a Naren is an existence that cannot be desecrated in the eyes of the war maniacs. The war maniac clan is good at wine, and often uses wine fights to settle disputes, so this jar of wine is not worth mentioning to Naren at all.

A jar of wine was poured down, and Naren casually threw the jar back, wiping the wine from his face with his arm, looking unfinished.

At this time, Jin Ling noticed that there had been a change on the ancestral bridge, and among the corpses of the ancestors whose bodies were as black as fossils, there was a trace of fiery red flames on some of their bodies, as if they were really burning in the clouds.

Naren turned back to Li Tiezhu and said, "I can only step on my War Maniac Ancestor, and I must not offend the ancestors of other clans." ”

After saying that, Naren stepped out first, up and down on the Ancestral Bridge, stepping on the corpse marked by flames each time, and the light curtain in the center of the bridge had opened a hole door for one person to pass through at this time, and Naren was there waiting for the others.

The clansmen who followed Naren didn't have a good face for Li Tiezhu, and without waiting for him to get on the bridge one by one, he disappeared into the clouds and mist through the cave door on the light curtain, standing on one side and not seeing the other side at all.

The ancestral bridge was built by the people of the three tribes when the great war and the tribes evacuated to this moat, and such a bridge sacrificed the most heroic warriors of the three tribes, and their sacrifice opened up a way for the continuation of the three tribes, so until now, the people of the Southern Wilderness have great respect for this bridge.

Li Tiezhu and Yun Liuyi walked at the end, Yun Liuyi walked halfway, and I don't know if it was deliberately or really blown by the wind, and one foot was off.

The mutation protruded, a wail sounded from the bridge, and the corpse that was trampled by Yun Liuyi actually moved, and the face that was originally facing down was directly twisted one hundred and eighteen, and the hideous and terrifying face wailed at Yun Liuyi, and a dry hand violently clamped Yun Liuyi's ankle and pulled it down.

"Ahh!!h

Yun Liuyi's screams were louder than the wailing sound on the entire bridge, and on the entire bridge, black shadows kept appearing, as if they were the same tribe as the corpse that Yun Liuyi stepped on, all of them rushed towards Yun Liuyi with their teeth and claws, this momentum was comparable to that of a monk in the Yudan period.

"Liu Yi!" Li Tiezhu flew over, and as soon as his hand grabbed it in the air, a pure white flame ignited, and the sparks fell like rain, and those ghosts shrank when they touched it.

The crowd and the entire bridge shook, and many residents of Nanliucheng clenched their weapons in their hands, hostile to Li Tiezhu, but they were afraid of the white flame in his hand.

Those corpses showed signs of getting up, and Naren's face was extremely ugly and she wanted to come to the rescue, but she was stopped by the entourage behind her, "Barbarian, the clansmen are important!"

Li Tiezhu fought against the group of ghosts, the empty fire in his hand was sharp, and those ghosts were so frightened that they didn't dare to approach, he hugged Yun Liuyi's waist, and the empty fire formed a blade across the hand that grabbed Yun Liuyi.

There was a gasp sound in the crowd, and Jin Ling intuitively felt that Li Tiezhu had made a big disaster!

As soon as the hand was broken, the ancestral bridge suddenly fell for a while, all the means of flight here did not work, and there was no place to grasp on both sides of the bridge, Li Tiezhu hugged Yun Liuyi and shook his feet, and planted towards the river of nine shadows below.

At this moment, one hand suddenly grabbed Li Tiezhu, Naren climbed on the corpse marked by flames with one hand, his body hung under the bridge, and the other hand pulled Li Tiezhu's arm, his eyes stayed on the empty fire in Li Tiezhu's hand for a moment, and then suddenly threw the two of them onto the bridge together.

"Hurry up, the bridge is going to break!" shouted Naren, and she climbed up with all her might, quickly passing through the light curtain.

Jin Ling suddenly became anxious when she heard Naren's call, she was simply not too unlucky, she just ran into this meeting on the first day she came, the bridge was about to break, wouldn't she be able to go to the Southern Wilderness, Gu Po told her, that is, Gu Po's cultivation is equivalent to turning into a god, and in the face of this barrier, she also has to take the ancestral bridge.

More than half of the corpses had already risen from the twisted corpses, and the entire bridge was crumbling, the black mist was thick, and the wails resounded in the sky.

Jin Ling didn't dare to hesitate any longer, closed his eyes and spread out his divine sense to lock the trail of Miaoxiang, and after a while, the drunken flower yin turned into a streamer and shot into Jin Ling's hand from above, and Jin Ling immediately rushed to the ancestral bridge that was about to break.

The cloak fell off, and Jin Ling, dressed in black, pulled out a series of afterimages in the air, stepping on those rising heads and quickly approaching the barrier that was about to close.

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