"Since you can't use the flying magic weapon, let's build a raft and cross it!" someone proposed.

Not far away, there is a primeval jungle, and giant trees with ten people hugging each other can be seen everywhere, and the buoyancy of a tree alone is enough to carry more than a dozen people!

Soon someone began to cut trees, carrying huge trees and running to the river.

That's a lot of weight for a monk!

Giant trees are placed by the river, the floating power is amazing, more than a dozen people stand on it together, there will be no shaking feeling, it is simply a natural raft.

A giant tree with ten people hugging each other is very wide on the horizontal surface, at least seven or eight meters, and it is very easy to stand.

There is a small team leading the way, as the giant tree drifts across the river, nervous and excited, and after the river of sunken corpses, they will be one step closer to the ultimate vault!

Seeing this, all the monks followed suit and followed. You can't fly here, you can't swim over, at least it's not at the psychological level, the sunken corpse river as the name suggests, there must be countless corpses below, and besides, the river is so turbid, if you can cross it with a raft, who will go for a swim!

"I think it's better to swim there. Wu Heng watched those rafts drift away, and his heart was heavy.

Sun Yiqing said: "Wait and see what happens, and see if anything happens to those who cross the raft." ”

"What about the human gods, get out of here!" Suddenly, an arrogant and uninhibited voice exploded on the scene, it was a young master of the hidden family, with a fierce and vicious appearance, belonging to a power-type monk.

He had long been unhappy with Wu Heng, and he couldn't listen to Wu Heng's legendary stories that were exaggerated by the world, and now he was put on a role by that kid, and his heart was even more unhappy.

The young master had no one to respond, and shouted again: "The human race god body is arrogant and arrogant, and he has set up an insidious situation, involving more than 100,000 monks, this breath must be unbearable for everyone, he must be on the scene, let's search together, we will definitely find out his whereabouts!"

"Hmph, the Terran gods are indeed insidious, but they can make us miserable!"

"Catch him and beat him up!"

The monks who had suffered a lot were talked about in their hearts, and when they saw that someone took the lead to take Wuheng, they each echoed their words.

"The three young descendants of my corpse chasing faction are lost in the Nai He Bridge, and Wu Heng must pay for his life!" "The ancestor of the corpse chasing faction exited, and the aura of the Fengshen Realm was extremely tough, spreading across the four wildernesses, which was awe-inspiring.

Tiangang Ancestor also stepped forward and said angrily: "Capture Wu Heng, and the old decay will reward tens of millions of spirit stones!"

He is the current helmsman of the Tiangang Divine Sect, and he is sure that tens of thousands of spirit stones can afford it!

Tens of millions of spirit stones, this is a bombshell, instantly ignited all the monks, people die for money, birds die for food, there are enough spirit stones, you are not afraid that there will not be enough people to work for yourself!

The two god-sealing powerhouses stood up, and immediately made the shouting team grow several times again, and the saint stood up for himself, what else is there to fear.

Wu Heng took Sun Yiqing to the void displacement, and he had already hidden in the nearby primeval forest, and he became the target of everyone, standing on the bank of the river was definitely looking for death.

"I'm sorry, this group of old horsemen, obviously I want to get the final secret, but I blame you, all of them are fake!" Sun Yiqing cursed in secret, but he didn't dare to go out and say it, after all, he also had his own share in this matter, if Wu Heng was the mastermind, he was a conspiracy!

Wu Heng leaned against a giant tree, didn't bother to look at the people who were shouting on the bank of the river, and said disdainfully: "Those big people on the surface of the martial arts cultivation world, there are a few frank and, saying that they are big people, but in fact they are very small-bellied!

However, Wu Heng, who is the party concerned, is much calmer than Sun Yiqing, he has seen too much of such a scene where the world is the enemy, and he has long been accustomed to it.

"Hahahaha!"

A rather sarcastic laugh resounded on the banks of the Sinking Corpse River!

The monk who was clamoring to take down Wuheng stared at it and found a sloppy old man holding a pot of wine in his hand and pouring it into his mouth, like a flower child.

Hanako laughed, but said with a sad face: "Alas, there is good wine, but there is no good meat, and there is not even a chicken in this ghost place, which is really disappointing!"

"It's always called Hanako, what's so funny?" Tiangang Ancestor stepped forward and looked at him forcefully.

The Ancestor of the Corpse Chasing Sect also looked at the sloppy old man with hostility, and said, "I know that you and Wu Heng have a lot of relationship, but at the same level of cultivation, we are two people, can you do it?"

"It's not allowed to laugh at Lao Tzu, you may not be too domineering, right?" The sloppy old man was a little drunk, his steps swayed, as if he would fall at any moment, but every time people thought he would fall, he stood up straight like a tumbler.

"Your laughter is so ugly. ”

"Could it be that what you just said is very good, your greed was finally hidden, causing your own monks to get lost in the Nai He Bridge, but you blame Wu Heng for giving you the treasure map to end up like this!"

"Hmph!" "The Ancestor of the Corpse Chasing Sect snorted coldly and said, "If it weren't for Wu Heng making a fake map and framing us, how could my Corpse Chasing Sect lose three descendant cultivators in vain?"

The sloppy old man sneered and said, "Someone else gave you a bowl of rice, but you couldn't eat this bowl of rice and choked to death, who can blame it, in the end, the person who ate this bowl of rice is still yourself, you could have chosen not to eat it, but because you were too hungry, you couldn't help but eat it!"

As soon as these words came out, many of the monks at the scene already understood and began to look ashamed.

As long as you look at it, you will know that this is a man-made arrangement, why are they here?

Isn't it all about getting the Final Vault?

Now that the dead man needs an explanation, those team leaders naturally don't want to take the responsibility on themselves, so they put all the blame on Wu Heng, which is actually a self-deceptive statement, which cannot change the essential facts.

"Wu Heng has set up such a big game and deceived so many people with fake names, if the real name is written on the map, why would everyone get lost in the Nai He Bridge because they were defenseless?" Tiangang Ancestor questioned.

The sloppy old man said disdainfully: "Wu Heng has a brain layout, but you don't have the brain to see through the situation, this is just a problem with your own IQ, there is a problem with your IQ, blame others for having too high IQ?" Or is it not that Wu Heng's IQ is high, but your IQ is too low?"

Tiangang Old Ancestor, as a generation of god-sealing powerhouses, gave an order, and now he is actually said to be under the IQ, where he can endure this tone, and said angrily: "No matter what, the bridge has lost so many people, he must be responsible!"

"The martial arts world has always respected the strong, and the weak have always been eliminated, when you say this, you have already proved that your strength is indisputable!" The sloppy old man was in tatters, he was simply dressed up as a flower child, but he dared to argue with a generation of god-strong people, and his spirit was terrifying!

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