(However, the bridge is a little different from the real myth, don't take it seriously)

Stepping on the Nai Ho Bridge, there is no turning back.

Legend has it that the head of the bridge represents life, the end of the bridge represents death, the living drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and set foot on the bridge, that is from life to death, the bridge deck will be full of Manzhu Sawah, their leaves wither and wither, blooming bright red flowers on the other side.

After the deceased experienced reincarnation, he stepped on the bridge again, which was from death to new life, the Huangquan River rolled under the bridge to bless him, and the cause and effect line was pulled up next to the Sansheng Stone, waiting for him to drink Meng Po soup next time.

Death and rebirth are a cycle.

Of course, the secret realm of the Huiyin Sect is not the real Nai He Bridge, it was just copied by a certain powerful monk, but it really copied a trace of Nai He aura.

This arch bridge can only go from life to death, not from death to life, of course, there is no so-called Meng Po soup at the bridgehead.

After a brief blur of vision, everyone entered the secret realm of the Nai He Bridge.

They stood at the head of the bridge and looked up, this huge arch bridge sits under the abyss, above the yellow spring, the bluestone bridge deck is carved with mottled traces of time, and the dim soul lamp next to the bridge points the way for the deceased.

Wu Chen stood in the crowd and frowned slightly, for a moment, he had a feeling of entering a different dimension, the breath of death was overwhelming, and the angry cry of evil ghosts lingered in his ears.

Under the bridge of the Nai River flows a dark purple river, which is a gushing yellow spring, and the surface of the yellow spring reveals huge bones and architectural debris, as if the river has buried some unknown historical truth.

Wu Chen has learned about the secret realm of Nai He Bridge, and the trial process is to walk from the head of the bridge to the end of the bridge, which seems simple but has stumped countless heroes, because the more you go to the end of the bridge, the stronger the breath of death becomes.

It is said that a person who can walk to the end of the bridge as a living person can communicate life and death.

"Looks like it's no different than before. Most people were shocked by this scene, Lu Fan stood at the front of the crowd and said suspiciously.

It is indeed very different from what I imagined, and I can occasionally hear strange noises coming from the secret territory in the square outside, and even at night I can see a hundred ghosts walking at night, but I can't even see a ghost shadow after entering.

"Do you know we're hiding when we come in?"

"What are we going to do next?

"Of course, on the bridge, we have to know where those ghosts outside are coming from, and we also have to find those missing disciples of the Huiyin Sect!"

"You can't turn back on the bridge over the Konai River, and if you turn back, you won't be able to recover. ”

"The neck is on your shoulder, you don't want to turn back and someone can't break it?"

After the shock, the crowd quietly chattered.

Chu Ziyue stood next to Wu Chen, observing the huge bluestone arch bridge in front of her, as if admiring the places of interest left over from ancient times.

"What's the matter, did you find anything?" she asked softly, feeling like she was here to make soy sauce.

"No, let's talk about it on the bridge!" Wu Chen whispered.

Under the leadership of the representatives of the five major forces, thirty or forty people began to step on this giant bridge that symbolized reincarnation, and a pale golden curtain of light was cut horizontally at the place where the slope just started, as if separating the two worlds.

Walking into this light curtain is the real stepping on the Nai He Bridge, which is the beginning of the trial.

After entering, a faint white mist quietly filled, blurring the vision, and the breath of death came to the face, although the breath was weak at the bridgehead, but it was also faintly murderous.

At the same time, the green plants slowly grew on the blue stones on the bridge deck, and a piece of emerald green completely covered the entire bridge deck, and the thin leaves swayed in the gusty wind, like a group of dancers showing off their gorgeous dancing skills.

Legend has it that the flower connects life and death, holds reincarnation, blooms for 3,000 years, the flower begins to fall leaves, and the leaves begin to bloom after 3,000 years.

However, flowers grow on the bridge, which is a normal phenomenon in trials.

But the next scene made everyone stunned.

The temperature was slowly dropping imperceptibly, and layers of frost began to condense from nothingness, covering the guardrails by the bridge, covering the flickering soul lamps, and even more ...... The green leaves of countless flowers on the other side turned into blue ice.

The swaying emerald green returns to rest, and the entire bridge deck blooms with a beautiful gorgeous blue color, with the emerald green leaves, it is also beautiful.

But the crowd froze, because the document describing the secret realm did not mention this cold ice falling from the sky.

"What's going on, is there winter here in the bridge?" In front of the crowd, Song Yunze looked at Lu Fan strangely.

"No, something is wrong!" Lu Fan's voice was very soft, and then he shouted loudly: "Listen, everyone, don't care about these visions, keep going, remember, don't look back, don't go back!"

The crowd stepped on the Nai He Bridge and stepped on the green leaves, thinking that they would crush these thin ices and flatten the green leaves, but no one expected that this seemingly fragile thin ice would actually support everyone's bodies.

They walk slowly on the tips of the plants.

"Is this ...... Ten Thousand Years of True Ice?" Chu Ziyue's eyes were full of shock after stepping on it, and a noun blurted out.

"Ten Thousand Years of True Ice?" Qian Duoduo asked in a whisper beside him.

"Yes, north of the northern boundary, called the extreme north, south of the southern boundary, called the extreme south, there is a giant beast that no one knows the origin of the perennial between the extreme north and the extreme south, and the road under his feet will be covered with a layer of ice," Chu Ziyue explained, "The ice can remain unchanged for 10,000 years, and the ice that melts now is the road that the giant beast walked 10,000 years ago." ”

"Those cold ices are 10,000-year-old true ice. ”

"Are you sure this thin ice has anything to do with that thing?" asked Qian Duoduo again.

"Not sure, but it's very likely, you can try to touch the thin ice with your spiritual power, their cold can even freeze your soul!"

Qian Duoduo was so clever that he didn't dare to try.

Wu Chen followed the crowd and walked forward slowly, always silent.

He remembered something, that sunny afternoon, and there was a young boy lying by the bedside.

The other party said, do you remember that poem?

The first line of that poem is, "But the bridge is covered with real ice." ”

It's exactly the same as the picture in front of you.

Wu Chen suddenly had a feeling of uncertainty, he unconsciously stood on the chessboard, and on one side of the chessboard, a figure hidden in the darkness was fiddling with the chess pieces.

The breath of death is getting stronger and stronger, as if in the face of the eternal and constant pressure of the strongest, many people have shown signs of suffocation, under this breath you either kneel and bow your head, or break out to the limit to fight.

And now, it is only a quarter of the way to this huge arch bridge, and even the commanding height of the bridge has not yet been reached.

"No, I'll give up!" suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

Under normal circumstances, people who give up will be directly teleported out of the secret realm, but now no one knows what will happen if they shout to give up, because no one has ever walked out of it recently.

A faint black mist lingered, slowly enveloping the man, and then the man's body turned into a pitch-black mist and began to dissipate.

Is it teleporting?

No, no, it's not the power of teleportation, it's the power of destruction, the power of death.

The man in the black mist suddenly smiled, and for some reason his pupils reflected a fiery golden yellow, as if he saw the gate of heaven opening to him.

"What's going on? What just happened!"

"Is he out or is he dead? Can't we give up now and move on?"

"What are you kidding, how many people have been able to get to the end of the bridge so far?"

The crowd burst into exclamations for a moment, as if at this moment they had finally realized that this was not a peaceful trial, but that they had come here for the sake of the high bounty.

"What to do, I can't hold it anymore. Next to Wu Chen, Qian Duoduo gasped heavily, his face was pale as if he had just donated an excessive amount of blood, and the spiritual energy in his body was tumbling but he couldn't compete with the breath of death.

There were wolves and tigers in the front and tigers in the back, and they stood on the mottled single-plank bridge, looking desperately at the turbulent Huangquan River below.

This was the first time that many of them felt that death was so close to them, and if they could do it all over again, they would shift the importance of their lives to the first place of money.

But now it's too late to cut together.

Wu Chen stood on top of the emerald green plants and watched this scene expressionlessly, he could feel the breath of death, but he was not disgusted or repulsed.

Perhaps, as he once guessed, he is the one who can communicate life and death.