The old man didn't have time to put away his sword, knowing that the crisis was approaching, but he was powerless to return to the sky, and for a short moment, the old man squinted and saw Luo Yun's tender fist, as if he was urging death to come to the front.

In the next breath, the small fist slammed down on the side of his face, although it was a soul, everyone almost heard the sound of bones shattering, the old man's head had begun to deform the moment it touched Luo Yun's fist, and the immortal power wrapped in the fist formed a layer of protection, but it became a fatal existence when it fell on the old man's face.

In an instant, the old man's head hit his fist, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and in the dark underworld, the old man's figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, far away only the divine sense could detect it.

Even with Lin Xin's healing support, Meng Fang couldn't hold it at all, seeing the old man being knocked away, Meng Fang's body was like a ball that had been drained of air, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and the strength to move was gone, let alone unfold his divine sense to see how the old man was doing in the distance.

Lin Xin hurriedly picked up Meng Fang, who was paralyzed on the ground, and helped him heal his injuries on the spot, although the blow hit, Luo Yun still didn't dare to be careless at all, vigilantly observing the direction where the old man disappeared, and staring intently at the depths of the darkness with a pair of big eyes.

As Meng Fang expected, the old man was hit hard, and he did not completely lose his ability to move, under the observation of Luo Yun's divine sense, half of the old man's body was scattered, and his face was hideous, like a rotting corpse buried in the ground for more than half a year, and a trace of black gas continued to emerge from his half of his smashed body.

The old man propped up half of his body that had not been broken with one hand, and kept trying to repair the other half, but at the same time, he did not have the full zombie mobility, and half-squatted in place, gasping for breath.

A more hideous smile appeared on his face: "What a young man, I didn't expect you to have such a power to resist, the old man really underestimated you, since this is the old man, you are not welcome, I will accept you together."

After that, the old man's intact hand grabbed in the void, and a sword with a whole body of darkness appeared in his hand, and his legs touched the ground, and he was about to rush over, but just when he had just bent his knee with one leg, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, his face suddenly changed, his eyes stared at him and he didn't know what was happening, his body was swooping, he was unstable on his feet, and a mysterious force dragged him to the ground, and his mutilated body fell to the ground with a bang, lying on the ground and unable to move, only a pair of eyes were still glaring at the people in front of him.

The sudden change also made everyone in the distance uncertain, so Luo Yun, who had been watching ahead, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, ignored it anymore, and glanced back at Meng Fang, who was seriously injured.

Now Meng Fang's body has more than ten sword holes passing through, and although the blood that can't stop flowing has been stopped by Lin Xin, the whole person has still become a bloody person, the blood red on his body is in stark contrast to the miserable white on his face, if he was replaced by a mortal body, he would have died of anger at this time.

But now, even if Meng Fang is not dead, he has already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, and he is just a breath of immortal qi that has not been cut off, or it is still supported by the powerful immortal root given by Fang's friends.

Both sides have been injured, and there is almost no possibility of fighting again in a short period of time, the only ones who can move are Luo Yun and Lin Xin, Lin Xin's combat effectiveness basically does not need to be considered, and the rest is only Luo Yun, but she is worried about Meng Fang lying on the ground, she is not at ease, and naturally she does not go away, plus she really does not have the courage to face the old man who is no longer human.

The battle between the two sides finally stopped, and Meng Po woke up as if from a dream: "Those who should come will always come, and those who can't leave should stay."

Speaking Meng Po turned around and walked over to everyone, just saying that Meng Po's appearance can be called a beauty, and her clothes are also very sexy in modern society, but here, on the bridge, if anyone comes here, she doesn't dare to think about her, or there is no imagination at all, because the woman in front of her can no longer be understood by common sense, facing her, it is unfortunate for most people.

Meng Po walked past the four of them, didn't even look at them, came to the old man in the depths of the darkness, and stood still.

"As the saying goes, you are a hero among ghosts, and you are now a hero among ghosts, and it is not easy to break through the bridge until now..."

Even called the two strange, not only the three Luo Yun in the distance, but even the old man who couldn't move and was lying on the ground was inexplicable: "Stinky woman, what's the wonder."

"What she means is, no wonder you can break through the Nai He Bridge, and you actually crossed the Nai He Bridge, if it weren't for the fact that this Huangquan Road is not easy to walk, I'm afraid you would have entered the world as a disaster."

Everyone was shocked, and following the sound of speaking, looking into the distance, a figure from far and near gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The person who came was none other than Fang Youren, who went down the bridge to get the water of the Lechuan River, and saw him holding a gourd in one hand and strolling over, but his steps were a little heavier, and it seemed that the process of taking water was not easy.

Looking at Fang Youren, who slowly appeared in the field of vision, Meng Po recognized the gourd in his hand at a glance: "Crossing the spirit gourd."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Youren was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Meng Po to remember the spirit gourd on the bank of the weak water river, yes, it is this thing."

The hideous old man saw that another person was coming, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart, looking at the fallen on the other side, but not falling, and then turned back to listen to the tone of Fang You's conversation with Meng Po, the imbalance in his heart was even worse than at the beginning, a dark resentment arose, and the mutilated body began to recover under this resentment at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Fang Friend, who had just gone through a lot of twists and turns, stood still not far from Meng Po and the old man, and bowed to Meng Po: "Thank you Meng Po for guarding my friend, I am grateful."

In fact, what Meng Po did and didn't do, Fang Youren couldn't be clearer in his heart, saying this was just a courtesy remark, or he himself had other intentions.

Meng Po also didn't care whether Meng Fang was sincere or false, and after returning the salute, she turned around and walked back to the Nai He Bridge.

Seeing that the old man's mutilated body was about to recover, Fang Youren didn't give him too much respite, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the immortal rope out, and instantly tied it to the old man's body.

The rope of binding immortals is a magic weapon to defeat the enemy, and few people can break free, let alone deal with an evil ghost who only has a soul and no body.