"Nai He Qiao, Meng Po soup, this can't be drunk. ”

As soon as these words came out, the old lady with a rickety figure gradually dissipated and merged with the fog.

Sun Yiqing was in a trance, and his heart suddenly became furious, and he almost took Meng Po soup.

Wu Heng saw through all this with the eyes of heaven and explained: "It is a kind of latent consciousness, Meng Po appears in our hearts, and once we are conscious, she will disappear on her own. ”

"If you drink it, will you really lose your memory forever?" Sun Yiqing asked in a cold sweat and palpitations.

"I don't know about this, after all, Meng Po soup is just a legend, and it has not been specifically verified. Wu Heng shook his head and said, "But what I can be sure of is that if you drink that bowl of soup, you will live in your potential consciousness forever, seal yourself in the dust, and never be able to walk out of the Nai He Bridge!"

"It's weird. Sun Yiqing cursed, secretly regretting that he had gotten on the thief ship, if he was given another chance to choose, he would not come to hunt for treasure even if he was killed.

"If it's not weird, it's scary. Wu Heng felt fortunate that he had broken through his latent consciousness, and there should be no more similar dangers.

"Brush"

Suddenly, another figure passed by Wu Heng, a young monk, wearing a bright red robe with a hollow look in his eyes.

The young monk turned his head and glanced at Wu Heng, his godless eyes looked directly at Wu Heng, and asked, "Do you know how to walk at the end of the Dengxian Bridge?"

"Why are you asking this?" Sun Yiqing asked first, he was very curious about this monk, mainly because the other party's cultivation was not high, but he was in the Dragon Realm, not a threat.

"Because I drank the Dengxian soup, I will become a flying immortal when I walk to the end of the Dengxian Bridge!" replied the young monk, his eyes still devoid of charm, like a madman, but he was very calm.

"Oops, he drank Meng Po soup and is already living in consciousness. Wu Heng frowned, a golden light appeared in his hand, and he pointed at the center of the young monk's eyebrows, the latter's eyes were closed, in front of Wu Heng, there was no power to resist, so he could only be at his mercy.

After a while, Wu Heng withdrew his finger from the center of the young monk's eyebrows, sighed, shook his head, and said, "It's over, any memory will be automatically sealed, and it will be hidden very deeply, as if it has disappeared, with my current ability, I can't find it in his sea of knowledge." ”

The young man opened his eyes again, still without charm, and he asked Wu Heng and Sun Yiqing, "May I ask where is the end of the Dengxian Bridge, and how to go?"

"The front ...... ahead" Wu Heng casually pointed to a position and let him move forward, maybe if he was lucky enough to meet the Great Sage, he would be able to regain his senses.

There are not a few such monks, who subconsciously think that they have drunk a bowl of Dengxian soup and begin to live in seclusion, lose their true nature, and look for the end of the Dengxian Bridge that does not exist at all.

"Where is this Dengxian Bridge, it is clearly the Nai He Bridge, otherwise how could there be Meng Po Soup?" More than ten miles away, the ancestor of the corpse chasing sect had a gloomy face and was furious. Three of his monks couldn't resist the temptation, or their willpower was not strong enough, and they drank Meng Po soup and lost forever, and even he couldn't save it.

The ancestor of Tiangang was not far away from the ancestor of the corpse chasing faction, and when he heard this shout, he immediately sneered and said: "You old guy has lived for so many years in vain, and the name of the place on that map cannot be trusted, and it should have been seen from the first stop of Wanling Mountain!"

However, people are greedy, full of longing, and always hope that there will be imaginary good things in the future.

"Hmph, don't let Lao Tzu catch the map sender, otherwise he will definitely be dismantled!" The ancestor of the corpse expulsion faction was so angry that he was angry, and the three disciples were all descendants, and they still expected to be able to take the lead in the future, but now they are forever lost in the Nai He Bridge.

"Don't get excited, it's just a little thing, just make you angry like this, relax your mentality!" Tiangang Old Ancestor teased. finally avenged the revenge of the arrow just now, and taunted back.

He was secretly glad that he didn't bring anyone with him, and it was very likely that the monks of Tongtian would drink the bowl of Meng Po soup, and there would definitely be a loss at that time.

Wrong...... Tiangang Ancestor suddenly twitched his facial muscles, it was not that he didn't bring anyone here, but that there was no one to bring!

Thinking of this, he also began to be furious, and yelled at Gao Tian: "Wu Heng, I will definitely dismantle you in eight pieces!"

"Haha, a generation of god-sealing powerhouses, actually provoked by a junior like this? It seems that your heart is not much wider than mine!" The ancestor of the corpse chaser faction hurriedly sarcastically returned, feeling a balance in his heart. Judging from that few words, it seems that Tiangang Ancestor has a lot to do with Wu Heng when he becomes the commander of the light pole.

"Could that young man be able to kill someone under the nose of Tiangang Ancestor?"

Although it is not very logical, but Tiangang Ancestor who doesn't scold, scolding Wu Heng at this time, don't even think about it, he must have been angry with the human race god body recently.

However, on the bridge, there was chaos, and the figures flew by, all of them lost their true nature and lived eternally in the subconscious.

"This is the Nai He Bridge, not the Dengxian Bridge, don't drink Meng Po soup!" Suddenly, a majestic voice echoed in the sky, with the mysterious power of the gods, and it was the purple-clothed scholar who was opening his mouth to remind everyone.

The ability of the legendary characters is quite amazing, and a shout actually saved many lost monks, and most of their consciousness has not been buried deeply, so they are lucky to be rescued!

The rest of them also woke up, broke out in a cold sweat, and fell goosebumps.

Some people were preparing to make soup with Meng Po, and when they heard the warning of the legendary figure of the purple-clothed scholar, they woke up like a lightning strike, and they felt cold in their hearts, as if they had escaped from the ghost gate.

"Isn't this the name Dengxian Bridge?" At the same time, many people raised such questions in their hearts.

"I finally get it, the map route is correct, but the name has been changed!"

"It's really bad, but the bridge was actually changed to Dengxian Bridge by him!"

The words of the purple-clothed scholar instantly made Wu Heng be hated by countless people, but fortunately they didn't know who the initiator was, otherwise Wu Heng would be torn to pieces by tens of thousands of monks immediately.

Xuanyuan Yue walked forward with Xuehua and the others, and she muttered with resentment: "If Miss Ben catches that bad boy, you must ask the bad guy cousin to beat him!"

"How did you know your bad guy cousin was going to beat him up?" asked Snowflake a little meaningfully.

"Am I going to beat it, a person who can lay out such a big situation must be very powerful, I guess I can't beat it!"

Xuanyuan Yanran vaguely guessed: "I suspect that the person who laid out the layout is likely to be Wu Heng, and not many people know the word Dengxian." ”

"How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible, when the time comes, if you find him, you must torture him to extract a confession, today it will make us miserable, Wantombing Ridge will be changed to Wanling Mountain, but the bridge will be changed to Dengxian Bridge, but there is really him!"

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