On the other side, Knife Mountain Purgatory.

Daoshan Purgatory is a mustard seed space located in the mountain behind the main peak of Shu Mountain.

After passing through the long passage, a bottomless cliff appeared in front of Mo Binglan.

The oncoming wind was eerie and cold, like a bucket of ice water splashed on the body, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The sky was low, dark clouds were surging, and there was a faint flash of lightning and thunder in the clouds.

The deep valley under his feet was pitch black, as if in the deepest part of the abyss, a giant python was opening its bloody mouth, which made Mo Binglan shudder.

"Go ahead!"

Behind him, a Shushan disciple pushed Mo Binglan.

The bridge of life and death, which is only allowed for one person to pass, has no end in sight, and the gap between the planks under your feet is large, and if you step on it, you will fall into the abyss.

And that's not even the worst-case scenario!

The moment Mo Binglan stepped on the bridge of life and death, the cold wind in front of her was wrapped in tens of thousands of sharp blades, sweeping towards her delicate and white body.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sound of the blade piercing the air was clear and piercing, leaving blood marks on Mo Bing's blue and tender skin.

With each step she took, the number of blades increased.

Soon, Mo Binglan's beautiful face was also covered with scars, and several scars were as deep as an inch, which looked shocking.

There is a limit to the physical endurance of people, and after stepping on the seventy-three planks, the world in front of Mo Binglan's eyes gradually blurred.

When she looked back, she found that the plank behind her had long since disappeared, leaving only the abyss.

"As long as I cross the bridge of life and death, I will be free, Chen Gongzi, you must hold on!"

Mo Binglan muttered in her heart, and took another step forward.

Although she had forgotten her past memories, there was a voice in her heart that kept reminding her that she must save Chen Xuan!

As soon as Mo Binglan stepped on the seventy-fourth plank, a slit blade passed through her left arm.

The blade passed through the body, bringing up a crystal like a red blood arrow, bewitching but beautiful.

The sharp pain stimulated Mo Binglan's nerves and kept her awake.

"Chen Gongzi, since I took you to Shushan, I will never let you have an accident!"

Mo Binglan took another step forward, the wind was stronger, and the color of the slit blade was also bright silver and gradually turned into purple.

The dense blades attacked, and Mo Binglan couldn't avoid it at all!

She even closed her eyes and gave up struggling.

At this time, Mo Binglan didn't even step out of a fifth.

However, at this critical moment, the mutation was abrupt.

"I really don't understand what's so good about that stinky boy!"

A soft voice suddenly came out of Mo Binglan's body, and then a red light curtain appeared in front of her, resisting those slit blades.

"I knew that Lin Zhengying didn't have any good intentions......"

The voice was scolding, and he not only brought Chen Xuan with him, but even greeted Chen Xuan's eighteenth generation ancestor.

"Who are you and how are you inside me?"

Mo Binglan was startled by this sudden voice.

"The old lady Xie Yuchen, when you ate the elixir of death and lost a soul, the old lady happened to hurt the body, and was used by Lin Zhengying's stinky Taoist priest to fill in the number."

Xie Yuchen seemed to have not spoken for a long time, but now he woke up and kept talking for a while.

"That stinky Taoist priest didn't have a good heart, and put the old lady together before he died, which made the old lady fall into an endless sleep."

"Isn't it just that I'm worried that my mother will hurt his precious apprentice, isn't my mother the kind of ungrateful person?"

"If I hadn't been pushed to the limit today, my mother wouldn't know when she would wake up."

......

With the help of understanding the rain and dust, the pressure on Mo Binglan's body was much less.

Before entering the Sword Mountain Purgatory, her spiritual power was completely sealed, if it wasn't for Xie Yuchen, but with a mortal body, she wouldn't be able to hold on to the current one.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a year.

Xie Yuchen was silent, and the red light curtain in front of Mo Binglan became vulnerable, and it seemed that if another gust of wind blew, this light curtain would be shattered.

"The old lady is going to be planted here today."

Xie Yuchen sighed suddenly, and said as if he had accepted his fate, "Actually, the old lady has already awakened the memory before reincarnation, this is the Sword Mountain Purgatory of Shu Mountain, right?" ”

"That's right," Mo Binglan nodded, "Why do you suddenly ask that?" ”

"I just remembered some of the past, although I didn't enter the Sword Mountain Purgatory in my previous life, I heard others mention it when I was in Shushan."

"In your previous life, you were a disciple of Shushan?"

Mo Binglan didn't expect that the corpse king Xie Yuchen also had another identity, and she was a little surprised for a while.

"No, but my husband is a disciple of Shushan, and he is the most outstanding genius in Shushan, but unfortunately for some reason, we were trapped in the Lock Demon Tower."

"I fell into reincarnation after my death, but the obsession of Kefujun can't be dissipated for a long time, and it is estimated that he is still waiting for me in the lock demon tower."

"It's just...... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint him again in this life! ”

Xie Yuchen's voice became low, and his words were full of bitterness.

"In your past life, you were a woman?"

Mo Binglan was shocked in her heart, thinking of the tragedy of Shushan a hundred years ago, and the name that could not be mentioned.

"You turned out to be the wife of the big devil Jiang Ming!"

"Hey, what does the little girl say, be careful that the old lady takes your soul away!"

Xie Yuchen saw that Mo Binglan said that her husband was the devil, and she was immediately unhappy, "He is the best husband in this world." ”

"Woo Woo ......"

"Click!"

The blade struck again, and at this time, the blade turned pale gold, and an aura of destruction struck him, but before the blade arrived, the light curtain shattered first.

"Little girl, the old lady has taken a step first, if you can get out alive and bring a message to my husband for me, just say, let him put it down, I'll wait for him by the bridge!"

As soon as the words fell, an illusory figure flew out of Mo Binglan's body and crashed head-on into the swarming blades.

"Lin Zhengying, you old thing, the old lady has done what she promised, don't let the old lady see you again in the next life, otherwise you will see you once, beat you once, hahaha......"

"Boom!"

The overwhelming blade pierced into Xie Yuchen's body, and then a loud earth-shattering sound came, and Xie Yuchen's soul was torn apart in mid-air, making countless points of light.

Mo Binglan felt that her heart was a little blocked, and Xie Yuchen's soul was scattered, which made her think a lot for a while.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, but soon disappeared again.

It's just that reality doesn't give her a chance to react too much.

After the rain and dust were scattered, another wave of yin wind struck, and this time the blades wrapped in the wind became red gold!

Mo Binglan had a hunch that if she used her body to bear this kind of slit blade, she would definitely be wiped out.

It's just that she has lost the ability to resist.

Seeing that the slit was coming, Mo Binglan also closed her eyes in resignation.

"Chen Gongzi, I'm sorry, Bing Lan finally broke his promise!"

At this moment, seemingly familiar, but unfamiliar pictures flashed in front of her one by one.

It is said that before death, people will quickly review the experience of this life.

Mo Binglan didn't expect that almost all the memories of her life were related to this man named Chen Xuan.

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