A huge foot shattered the barrier, and something even more incredible happened at the same time as it fell, the foot surface, which had already taken up a third of the bridge deck, suddenly began to shrink as it broke through the barrier.

Until the surface of his feet fell on the bridge, the old man lost his center of gravity with one foot, stood unsteadily, fell down suddenly, smashed on the bridge deck, lost his tall body, and the white bone cane beside the old man also fell aside, and he got up and looked at the people on the bridge with a frightened face.

No one expected things to change like this, looking at the old man who fell to the ground, Meng Fang turned his head to look at Meng Po who looked calm, and suddenly understood something, Meng Po was so calm, it seemed that he had long expected that when the old man broke the barrier, he would be beaten back to his original form.

Rao is old man was beaten back to his original form, and Meng Fang didn't dare to be careless, the old man didn't know how many years he had been here, where he wouldn't know what risks would be involved in breaking into the Nai He Bridge, and no one knew if he would have a back hand.

Everyone looked at the old man who fell, Meng Po was still lying on the side of the bridge, without raising her head, not even bothering to look, and said to herself: "However, in the past life, forgetting the river and this life, I want to be reincarnated, and I don't want to forget the past life and this life, what is the meaning of the six reincarnations."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to be saying to the old man alone, but it made everyone present fall into contemplation, who in the world can really see through the cycle of life and death, not to mention mortals, it is the heavenly immortals, the demons of the demon world, if no one knows whether they can come back after reincarnation, I am afraid that no one will voluntarily fall into reincarnation and suffer from the red dust.

The most bitter thing in the world is people, and the most injustice in the world is the mortal world, birth, old age, sickness and death, six reincarnations, a cycle of reincarnation with no end in sight, this may be why the emperors of the world want to live forever and cultivate into immortals.

The old man in front of him was afraid that it was not much different, and after listening to Meng Po's words, he picked up the white bone cane that fell to the ground, and his eyes were deeply hollow and unwilling.

"The laws of the world are determined by you, why should we abide by them, the old decay has cultivated the ability of the earth immortal with his own ability, but you have destroyed the old decay cultivation with the law, and let me stay here for a full eight thousand years, why?" The old man's face was full of anger and unwillingness, and he looked at everyone's demeanor and became even more angry: "The heavenly realm formulates the law, so that we, ordinary people, have the opportunity to cultivate into immortals, but you forcibly beat me into the underworld on the grounds that this yang longevity is not enough, forget the past life and this life, and enter the reincarnation again, you tell me, why, why."

The old man almost roared out the resentment in his heart for eight thousand years, the injustice of the heavenly realm to him, his roar, and resentment caused everyone to be moved, and they looked at him deeply one by one, falling into deep thought, as if they had forgotten the fact that they had been hunted down by the old man before.

Seeing that everyone was moved, the old man continued to say to everyone: "Why can my cultivation be easily deprived by you Heavenly Realm Immortals, and I can't get back the fruits of my cultivation."

The law of the jungle is constant, no one can change it, before that, Meng Fang also thought so, herbivores are born to be eaten by carnivores, the existence is reasonable, everything is for the so-called balance, but I don't know that the balance in everyone's heart is different, in the eyes of the heavenly immortals, the old man's self-cultivation is to break the established balance.

Those immortals who are at the top of the peak are also worried about this, but the premise of dealing with these things that they think they are worried about is to nip them in the bud, and there are not a few mortals like the old man, and there are also not a few lucky people like Meng Fang.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this is just a constant paradox, because of fear, fear will do a series of things that anger and resentment, within the Three Realms, the highest in the heavenly realm, the highest in the world, the rule of all living beings in the world, the life and death of all things in the world, where will the high heavenly realm manage the suffering of the world, the so-called immortal gods will go through the reincarnation, in the most fashionable words, it is just the process of gilding the lower realm of the immortals.

The old man's indignation also made Meng Fang, a child from a poor family, deeply touched, although the things experienced were different, but they were the same result, and now there is a saying that it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, and it is suitable for the two of them.

The old man who broke into the Nai He Bridge, in fact, in terms of cultivation alone, maybe it is not a problem to break into the Nai He Bridge, but now he is just a soul, even if his cultivation is high, facing Meng Po, a ghost and fairy in the underworld, it is equivalent to encountering a nemesis, where is there room to fight back.

Meng Po didn't take him seriously at all, and was indifferent to his words: "Don't say more, but the bridge has existed since the ancient years, and you can't change it because you are alone, you better go back."

Finally broke here, where is the old man willing to stop, his eyes are glowing red, he looked at the people in front of him motionlessly, the white bone cane in his hand was raised violently, jumped up, his body was 100 meters high from the ground, and he held the white bone cane with both hands to split Huashan, and a battle was chopped down, the moment the white bone cane landed, a white bone spur rushed out of the ground, forming a straight line, straight to the opposite side, only about two meters apart, and the white bone spurs that rushed out of the ground suddenly separated into six, Straight to everyone present.

If he didn't agree with him, Meng Fang didn't expect this old man to be so irritable anyway, and immediately kept retreating with Xiao Qing on his back, and the rest of the people didn't dare to slack off at all, and waited for them one by one.

Luo Yun clenched his fists, stared at the white bone spurs that followed, and took a few steps back, until he hit the table in the middle of the bridge behind him, and there was no way to retreat, he gritted his teeth, waved his fist, and slammed it down, a fist that looked very weak, and the moment it landed, it burst out with amazing power.

Hearing a boom, the fist fell, smashing the bridge deck to a shock, and the white bone spurs that kept rushing over were instantly smashed into powder by her head, and the old man and everyone turned into a piece of white ash and scattered.

The sudden blow smashed the old man dumbfounded, and he was stunned, Mu Xi had already rushed out of the white ash group with a long knife, and went straight to the old man, finding the right time, and suddenly a knife fell.

Seeing that the comer was not good, the old man did not dare to be careless, raised his hand and put the white bone cane horizontally in front of him, with a loud bang, the old man hurriedly took the knife, and the standing body shook violently, his feet were unstable, and he knelt on the ground.

Without waiting for him to react too much, Mu Xi withdrew the long knife, and slashed down horizontally, followed by the second knife, the old man was a little caught off guard, so he had to thrust his cane into the ground, stand it on the ground, and force Mu Xi's second knife.

The moment the blades and bones touched, the old man suddenly felt bad, and just wanted to react, his body was like a cannonball, and it was knocked out.

Originally, the injury was not so neat, the two knives were slashed out, Mu Xi was also a little panting, only to feel that his throat and eyes were sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a double image appeared in front of him.