At the same time, Xiao Ruoshui's fingers trembled slightly, her eyelids trembled slightly, and an invisible air flow converged from heaven and earth to her dry body, passing through the black and white qi that was stalemate in her body, and came to the dantian, fusing with the Buddha's light.

The Buddha light became more and more huge, but the pure gold became less and less, slowly evolving towards transparency, and the edge had begun to turn into clear qi and float away from the dantian, swimming in the meridians.

At this time, Xiao Ruoshui had opened his eyes, although his eyes were still empty, there was a trace of agility flashing, although his hair was still dry, but there was a little shiny, although his skin was still wrinkled, but a little crystal clear...

Seeing that Xiao Ruoshui's body began to change, the big fish in the veins of the Yellow River jumped up excitedly, bringing out a large wave of water splashes, turning into mist in mid-air, enveloping the red flame-like big fish, and the red fish shadow in the mist was like a dream, making the young man who was still on the shore laugh brightly.

At this time, in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, on a single-plank bridge built of rotten wood, three figures wearing robes and hats stared blankly at the black space with dazzling golden light just now.

The single-plank bridge built of rotten wood connects the Middle-earth spiritual realm that everyone longs for at one end, and the dark bank of the Yellow River at the other.

On the riverbank, there were eight people standing, three men holding their hands to their chests, some blood stains hanging from the corners of their mouths, and staring angrily at the three figures on the single-plank bridge.

A monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his breath was sluggish, the monk's robe on his body had long been torn, and several strips of cloth that had been shattered by internal force were thrown around him at random.

An old woman with a cold look at the three people on the bridge looked coldly, the dragon head cane in her hand was covered with dust, and the old woman gasped and swallowed her throat, as if she was going to swallow something.

In addition, there was a young man dressed as a scholar, and two middle-aged women stared at the three people on the bridge with expressionless faces, but from their implicit angry eyes, it could be seen that the three of them were extremely dissatisfied with the three people on the bridge.

These eight people are the Guigu and others who came down from the Zijin Water Pavilion, and at this time, only the Guigu, the Lord of the Ink Zhai and the Kunlun Heroine Ji have a stable appearance and breath, and there is nothing unusual.

Jiang Liu'er, Shan Yue Zheng, Ying Island Lord, Sima Ziru and the oldest and oldest of the eight Yingji all had more or less injuries.

Guigu looked at the three people on the bridge coldly, and a cold voice came out of his mouth: "Monk, are you okay?"

Jiang Liu'er smiled bitterly, and then said weakly: "I can't die yet." ”

Guigu still stared coldly at the three people on the bridge, but asked the master of the ink shop, "Lord Zhai, when will Xiaohu arrive?"

Not long after the Lord of Ink Zhai arrived here, he saw a few injured people and the unscathed Guigu and Ji Yirong, and before he could figure out what was going on here, he heard Guigu's question, so she replied: "Xia Gongzi accelerated before me, it stands to reason that he should have arrived a long time ago, maybe he didn't worry about the eldest princess of Daliang, so he turned back again." ”

Hearing this, Guigu did not show any emotional fluctuations on his face, and continued to ask: "Does the Zhai Master know what happened to that golden light just now, and does it have anything to do with Xiaohu and them?"

"What did you say? That golden light has something to do with you who haven't been here yet?"

Just as the Master of Ink Zhai was about to answer, a gloomy voice came from the single-plank bridge made of rotten wood.

When the master of Ink Zhai came here, he found the single-plank bridge and the three people on the bridge, and guessed that Sima Ziru's injuries must be related to the three people, but she was calm and did not be surprised or shaken.

Now, the people on the bridge took the initiative to make a sound, and the Lord of the Ink Shop could no longer treat them as if they didn't exist, so he said to Guigu: "It should be related, but I have to ask the monk and the Dark Demon Lord." Before coming here, Xia Gongzi gave the Zhengren Sword and the eight-sided rosary to the eldest princess of Daliang, but neither Gongzi Xia nor the eldest princess of Daliang appeared at this time, thinking that it was related to the golden light just now. What's going on here, and what's going on with those three people on the bridge?"

Guigu didn't immediately answer the question of the Ink Zhai Lord, he was more concerned about the origin of the golden light just now, because that golden light had successfully stopped them from fighting here.

Guigu believed that that golden light must be extraordinary, otherwise the three people on the bridge would not have stopped and went to observe the dark space there.

So, he said to Jiang Liu'er and Shan Yuezheng: "Do you know the situation, what is the origin of the things you gave Xiaohu?"

Shan Yue was spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm with blood stains on the ground, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said indignantly: "That little black sword was inadvertently picked up by me in an abandoned ruin of the demon clan, and it has been following me for more than a hundred years, but I have never known what it is for, but whenever I practice so fast that I go mad, it can always make me feel some coldness and pull me back, so I haven't lost it for so many years."

When your little scholar slandered us not long ago, he asked for some shining treasures, but I only had this shiny thing with me, and it was not very useful to me, so I gave it to him. Monk, what about you, what's the matter with your rosary?"

Jiang Liu'er was already sluggish, and after resting for a while, he still didn't get better, and said weakly: "That was thirty years ago, the monk I got it from the old monk Fa Ming, the teacher of Jinshan Temple, bah, I said that I was used to it, and it should be said that the things were returned to the original owner."

Monk, I don't know how old I am, anyway, the old monk is talking alone. He said that he picked me up on the river in front of Jinshan Temple 50 years ago, and then raised me as an adult, and when he picked me up, I had that rosary bead by my side.

You don't know, when the old monk saw the rosary, he was still very angry at first, blaming my parents for not respecting the treasure of Buddhism, and letting such a good rosary be eaten by mice.

Later, I don't know what happened, but the old monk couldn't put down the rosary, and even when I became an adult, he didn't want to give it back to me.

Later, I learned from other brothers and sisters that my tattered rosary had appeared many times, and that the true Buddha had appeared, and it happened that the old monk Fa Ming had touched it, so he had been forcibly seizing my ancestral belongings from the monk.

Don't look at me like this, in fact, I don't know if it's ancestral or not, but I was born with something around me, so let's treat it as an ancestral heirloom, who doesn't have one or two ancestral things, don't you say?"

Jiang Liu'er said this, took a breath, and was about to continue talking, when he heard the gloomy voice on the bridge come again: "Monk, so that golden light has something to do with you, when the person in your mouth comes, let him take the initiative to offer the baby, otherwise no one will want to set foot on this bridge today." ”

Guigu and the others didn't pay attention to the voice, and Jiang Liu'er didn't even blink her eyelids, ready to continue talking.

But before he could speak, a cold and domineering aura swept towards Jiang Liu'er from the bridge, and the gloomy voice sounded again: "Hmph, what are you, you dare to ignore my words, it seems that you don't want to live?"

That breath came too fast and too suddenly, even if Guigu and the others had been on guard, they couldn't stop that breath from rushing towards Jiang Liu'er in the first place.

If that breath hit Jiang Liu'er, Jiang Liu'er would definitely not be seriously injured, the previous battle had consumed him too much, and he couldn't withstand such an attack at the moment.

Just as that aura was about to approach Jiang Liu'er, the person standing in the middle of the three people on the bridge waved his hand, and another strong and feminine aura came first, dispersing the cold breath. At the same time, an indifferent voice came: "Yu Yu, let him finish speaking, you can kill him at any time, don't be in a hurry, I'm more curious about that golden light, before I understand it clearly, none of them can die, you know?"

The gloomy voice sounded again, and he said with a little respect: "I know, young master, then leave them alive first." Monk, say quickly, don't let my young master wait too long. ”

Even though the feminine breath of the young master in the mouth of the gloomy and sympathetic voice dispersed the gloomy and cold aura, there was still a little breath that touched Jiang Liu'er, causing Jiang Liu'er to let out a muffled snort, and at the same time, some black blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Liu'er's situation, Guigu was slightly moved, and said, "Monk, don't talk yet, close your eyes and recuperate, and leave the rest to us." ”

The owner of the gloomy and sympathetic voice, that is, Yu Yu, sneered, and said in his unique gloomy and sympathetic voice: "Leave it to you? or leave it to you? I heard that you are the ghost valley of this generation, so I haven't touched you until now, you must not try to provoke us, otherwise the consequences will be ugly, hehehe..."

The piercing laughter of Yu Yu like a night owl resounded in the dark space, and at the same time, it brought a gust of yin wind, and combined with the roaring sound of the Yellow River's leyline, making the laughter as terrifying as it came from hell.

"I'm this generation of Guigu! What is your relationship with the boatmen?" Guigu said coldly.

Yu Yu was slightly stunned, then sneered, and said: "The Guigu Yimai is really a little clever, and he even speculated that we are related to the great boatman Venerable based on my words alone. However, in this world, it is not a top matter to rely on the head alone, you have to rely on strength to speak!"

Guigu's face did not change, and said coldly: "You haven't answered my question yet!"

"It's funny, do I need to answer, and even if I want to, do you think you're qualified to know?" said Yu Yu gloomily.

As soon as his words fell, he heard the young master in his mouth speak indifferently. said: "Yu Yu, time is not such a waste, tell him, and then let the monk finish the story, and at the same time let the people who have not yet arrived come over as soon as possible, I am too lazy to wait." ”

Yu Yu's face changed slightly, knowing that the young master was starting to be unhappy, so Zhengse said to Guigu: "Guigu, you heard the words of the young master of my family. Listen, the young master of my family is a descendant of the 136th generation of the thirteen disciples of the Boat Supporter!"