The remote cobblestone path with a strong local flavor offended the left arm of the Emperor of Thirty Lu, Wu Wenxu and the others not only swaggered through the market, but the road was unimpeded, those who coveted the clan head in Tyrone's hands, as if the world had evaporated, and never appeared again.

At the end of the winding and remote path is a calm river.

This rippling river, whether it is the speed of the water or the breadth of the river area, appears out of thin air outside the town, full of incredible subtlety.

The blue reflection on the sky dome is projected in the river water and drifts with the waves, just like the white chrysanthemum woven of silk stretches, stacking one 'wave', and the dreamlike white mist comes out.

On the other side of the distant river basin, you can vaguely see the dense forest of towering clouds, the shadows of those lush trees and the blue sky 'intersect', the sky and the water, the water and the trees, it is really a beautiful picture of the sunset and the lonely bird flying together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky.

If Wu Wenxu hadn't looked at the river carefully, I am afraid that he would have really thought that he had come to a fairyland on earth far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

There are no boats in sight on this long river that flows around the dense forest, and there is no sign of life in sight.

Wu Wenxu's deep eyes inadvertently sank to the bottom of the river, and his face under the black robe suddenly became solemn.

Although the river water is clear, it is unfathomable, just looking down from the bank filled with silt and weeds, Wu Wenxu's keen vision instantly distinguishes the miserable white bone objects that are sometimes 'exposed' in the silt, this river is quiet and scary, and it is too beautiful to be scary!

Walking along the riverbank, Wu Wenxu's back gradually rose a burst of unbearable cold, there were countless white bones in the river, in a slightly shallow place, Wu Wenxu even saw a rotten palm that was lifted on top of the silt and had aquatic plants, this quiet river, as if there was some inexplicable existence, that was a very jealous existence, and I wanted to stay away immediately.

"There's a bridge ahead."

The monster of the blade shadow Tyrone still has his cold and cool signature expression, Wu Wenxu followed Tyrone's gaze and saw that far away on the north side of the river bank, separated by the rising water mist, there was an extremely blurry long bridge appeared in the fog, the bridge was continuous and could not see the end, it seemed to cross the river, and it was the only way to cross the river.

"Pick up the pace, this river gives me a dangerous feeling."

Tyrone said, his steps were like flying, seeing that he might arrive at the legendary City of Faith, the shadow of the blade had already ripped off the bloated black robe, and 'revealed' the light blue 'colored' light armor that was close to his body, and with the pace swept up, the arc on his lonely back did not change at all, Wu Wenxu looked at Tyrone seriously, and found that there were no flaws in his body.

An assassin will never easily 'hand' his back to a stranger, and in the eyes of the shadow of the blade, Wu Wenxu has obviously not broken through the shackles of the word 'stranger'.

But the lord is very satisfied.

In Tyrone's eyes, it seems that everyone is a corpse in the 'yin' ditch, such a guy who talks about death at every turn, but has been in a hundred battles, will talk to him, which shows that the true 'nature' of Blade Shadow may not be as cruel and ruthless as his 'sex' personality.

Thinking of this, Wu Wenxu secretly thought again: "I have dug up this corner lord, first step by step, and then know it with emotion and reason, it is really not good, and it must not become a hostile relationship with him, if this guy is included in the must-kill list, there will be no need to sleep in the future." ’

The long bridge looming in the mist seemed to be close in front of them, but Wu Wenxu and the two of them walked quickly for more than half an hour before they could see it clearly, as they approached the only passage of the long river, the crowd gradually became lively, although Wu Wenxu hated the Ice Descendant, but these great magicians who came from all over the territory and wore strange costumes finally broke the dead silence of the river very well, and made the cold and oppressive feeling on Wu Wenxu's back spine dissipate a lot.

The huge straight bridge that crosses the long river is actually made of hard ice!

The diameter of the bridge is about two feet, and both sides are covered by slender and sharp icicle-shaped guardrails, like the sharp teeth of monsters, and the entire bridge shuttles to the far end, which is magnificent.

Through the transparent ice bridge deck, you can see that the giant bridge is constantly infiltrating the river with a bone-chilling cold, freezing the surrounding lake, and every bridge body has been polished with 'fine' heart, depicting strange patterns, Wu Wenxu saw many strange species that he didn't know on the bridge deck at the bottom of his feet, among them, he was deeply impressed by a strange fish that was round and flat like a flying saucer.

I don't know if it was because of the Ice Carver's attempt to satisfy his exaggerated painting style or for what reason, this round and flattened ball-like strange fish is unusually large compared to other fish, and it can be called a behemoth, although its appearance looks a little funny, but the open mouth on the flat body has no less than three rows of sharp teeth!

The lord retracted his gaze with some shock, and it happened that a magician with a more kind face walked beside him, Wu Wenxu immediately waved his hand at the young man, and asked kindly: "Hey, big brother, may I ask how far away from the City of Faith is after crossing this bridge?" ”

The young man was wearing a plain Liang gray 'color' shirt, and was stopped by Wu Wenxu, who was slightly stunned at first, he looked at Wu Wenxu carefully with those dark and bright eyes, and a look of disappointment immediately appeared in his eyes, and he shook his head and said, "Are you going to go to the City of Faith in the name of 'going to the dead'?" If that's the case, I advise you not to go in, I've been to the Purgatory Arena to see it, and you can't survive that place. ”

The man said it, but the surprised person was replaced by Wu Wenxu.

When he first saw the man's expression, Wu Wenxu thought that he and others generally said something sarcastic and ridiculous, and then turned his head and left, but he didn't expect this guy to admonish himself to stay away from the city of faith, Wu Wenxu smiled slightly, and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Seeing that this guy with magic power clearly had no intention of retreating, the young man couldn't help but feel distressed, but seeing Wu Wenxu's hopeful gaze, he couldn't resist the lord's persistence, so he could only continue to shake his head and say, "Since you don't listen to my advice, there's no way to do it." ”

"Crossing this bridge of cold enlightenment, at the end is the floating forest that no one can lead even a tenth-order ice ranger to walk out of, and at the end of the bridge is the entrance to the floating forest, there will be guides of the 'going to the dead' and 'contributors', follow them for about another hour, and you can enter the city of faith."

The young man's careful answer gave the lord a great favor, it seems that among the corrupted ice descendants, there is still merit, Wu Wenxu clenched his fists to show his gratitude.

The thousand-year-old fierce battle with the clan has really made the Ice Descendants produce a lot of talents, and the crowd of people coming and going on this ice giant bridge, there are at least thousands of people, and those who can walk on the bridge seem to be carrying a round package in an open and honest manner except for Wu Wenxu.

In addition to the shadow of the blade who doesn't know how to be empathetic, he can also meet a person who can speak, Wu Wenxu suddenly exerted his familiar 'sex' personality, it should be said that he is a cheeky master, Wu Wenxu chased after the young man in Liang gray's 'color' clothes, and said with a smile: "Big brother, I have just arrived, and I don't know the rules of the City of Faith, can you explain to me what it looks like in the City of Faith?" ”

The so-called stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling man, and compared with other ice people, the young man has a kind personality and has a rare integrity in his bones, he thought that this 'going to the dead' was about to die in the Purgatory Arena, he couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but slow down his pace and responded: "The city of faith is luxurious and erosive, almost the entire treasure of the cursed ice field, there is everything in it, in a way, it is indeed a paradise on earth, but such a paradise...... I'm not endorsed by reads;. ”

Wu Wenxu was puzzled: "Oh, why? ”

The young man didn't continue on this sensitive topic, he sniffed on the freckled wings of his nose, and continued: "In addition to the inherent people who have lived in the City of Faith for generations, there are many great magicians like cattle 'hair', not tenth-order Ice Rangers, it is difficult to 'mix' in the city, on the other hand, although the 'Death' has a humble status, it is very popular in the City of Faith, because the Purgatory Arena is an excellent place for idle nobles to spend time, of course, you have to keep winning." ”

"By the way, my name is Makas Zhang."

The young man raised his cheeks, which were not handsome, but looked comfortable, and smiled kindly at Wu Wenxu, although Marcas Zhang thought that it would be difficult for the man with deep eyes in front of him to survive in the Purgatory Arena, but he stood beside him, but gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

As a ninth-level great magician, Marcus Zhang treats Wu Wenxu as an equal to Wu Wenxu, who has no magic power, Wu Wenxu can't help but restrain the teasing in the depths of his eyes, but instead picks up his arms and says: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marcus, my name is Wu Wenxu." ”

Perhaps because he was not a few years younger, after Marcas Zhang and the self-acquainted lord got to know each other, they seemed to have found a common topic, and the two talked and laughed along the way, while some of the great magicians who had rubbed past Wu Wenxu obviously maintained a contemptuous and contemptuous attitude towards Marcas Zhang, thinking that he was a dignified ninth-level great magician, and he was in the company of lowly and lowly 'going to the dead', which was really too embarrassing for the great magician.

……

"It's finally coming to an end."

The shadow of the blade, Tyrone, was elusive, and it could be seen that he didn't want to 'intersect' with this man named Marcus Zhang, but when everyone came to the end of the bridge, the wide ice giant bridge suddenly became narrow, so the blade stood behind Marcus Zhang, and the blocked crowd suddenly consciously lined up, Wu Wenxu pulled his head out of the crowd, and saw that the end of the ice giant bridge was indeed a deep and dark dense forest.