Zhong Zihao took Murong Wan, and the two walked all the way along the Lechuan River, and finally, they came to a bluestone bridge.

At this point, the yin and evil qi has already been concentrated to the extreme, and the condensation of the resentment has almost turned into a resentful spirit.

This is nothing, the most terrifying thing is that when you look up, on the opposite side of the bluestone bridge, you can see the figure of the resentful spirit, and it seems that you can still hear the screams of nothingness.

That's the real ghost crying wolf, and people who are a little less courageous, even if they are not scared to death, will lose sleep and have a mental breakdown every night.

When I came here, I didn't see Meng Po on the other side of the bridge, but the rumored Wangxiang Terrace was faintly visible.

Wangxiangtai is an earthen platform, according to legend, the ghosts come here after death, before drinking Meng Po soup, you can go on the stage to look at the situation in the Yang family, which is also the last scene of their nostalgia for the world.

Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan glanced at each other, both saw encouragement in each other's eyes, clasped their hands, and continued to move forward with a calm face.

After walking a few steps, I saw a huge rock with a strange appearance. It is as high as three zhang, about seven feet wide, steep and exquisite, and it is engraved with the ancient characters of the size of three bowls of "Sansheng Stone".

Since there is a three-life stone, there is no need to say more, the stone bridge next to it is undoubtedly a bridge.

The bluestone deck of this bridge, five steps, the west of the bridge is female, the east of the bridge is male, the left yin and the right yang. Looking back for a thousand years, a hundred years of agreement, maybe the relationship between husband and wife in this life began in Si and ended here.

The bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the bottom layer is black. It is rumored that the lower the class, the more dangerous it is, and it is full of lonely ghosts and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. Those who do good deeds in life go to the upper level, those who are both good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go to the lower level.

However, thousands of feet under the bridge, the clouds and mist are entangled, the churning river can be faintly seen, and the roaring sound can be heard, and no one knows what is inside.

What a bridge, how to meet in this life, but a reunion in the next life. This bridge is the boundary, and a new cycle begins.

The two walked hand in hand and gently stepped up the first step, and of course they walked on the top red bridge deck.

In an instant, Zhong Zihao only felt that the true yuan in his body suddenly stagnated, and immediately ran the exercise guidance to allow the true yuan to continue to circulate. And Murong Wan's face was even pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell together.

"Wan'er!"

Zhong Zihao took a step to the left, caught the crumbling Murong Wan, put one hand against her back, and the true yuan in his palm kept pouring out.

"It's okay!" Murong Wan smiled back, not wanting the other party to see her weakness and inadequacy.

She has always been the proud daughter of the sky in the eyes of everyone, and when it comes to cultivation, even Zhong Zihao is not sure to surpass her, how proud.

However, at this moment, it was not for this reason that she insisted, in front of the man she liked, why not be weak? Isn't it exactly what she wants to have him take care of herself? The reason why Murong Wan is like this is that she doesn't want him to worry too much about herself.

"No, you have to listen to me this time, you enter the Guwu Streamer Tower first and wait for me!" Zhong Zihao said coldly, in a commanding tone that did not need to be refuted.

"Whew......"

But at this time, a sudden change occurred!

A streamer flickered by, and the ancient vicissitudes of the Guwu Streamer Tower permeated out, and it actually swept out of the dantian on its own, suspended in the air.

An unknown coercion filled the void, and it had turned into a nine-story ancient tower dozens of feet high, erupting into a powerful wave that began to devour the evil qi and resentment around the Nai He Bridge.

"Damn it!"

Zhong Zihao scolded angrily, this ancient tower has too much appetite, it didn't feed it when it absorbed so much energy last time, and when it was needed the most, it didn't listen to its own call and flew out on its own. Under such circumstances, Murong Wan could not enter it at all.

"Huh!"

Just as he was furious, he suddenly found that with the devouring of the Guwu Streamer Tower, the surrounding yin aura and resentment were rapidly weakening, and the true element operation in his body began to become normal again.

"Everything has its two sides, and now this situation, isn't it a kind of fate?" Murong Wan's face swelled with red**, and the previous paleness gradually faded, and she no longer needed Zhong Zihao's help, so she stood up by herself.

"Don't miss the opportunity, Wan'er go quickly!"

Zhong Zihao immediately made a decision, he had to take advantage of the Guwu Streamer Tower to suppress these evil aura, otherwise he would not be able to step on the top of the Nai He Bridge with his own ability alone.

"Hmm!" Murong Wan stretched out her right hand and pulled Zhong Zihao's left hand, and the two of them stepped together, and the stone steps were crossed by them.

Even so, they could feel that as they approached the center of the bridge, the suppressive force of the previous obstacle became stronger and stronger, and the speed of their progress became slower and slower.

Zhong Zihao's soul power is fully open, a pair of tiger eyes are wide open, and he is unwilling to let go of any place, he is looking for the essence of Gengjin.

With the words of the old man of the Purple Feather Gate, the two of them did not have much hope for the essence of Kwai Shui, so they could only retreat to find a substitute, the essence of Gengjin.

Of course, even the essence of Gengjin is not ordinary, since they entered Huangquan Road, they have not found any clues, and the Nai He Bridge in front of them is the only hope for the two.

This bridge is very strange, it doesn't seem to be long, but it makes the two of them walk for half a pillar of incense. When Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan used all their strength to reach the center of the bridge, a look of despair quietly rose from their hearts.

Not to mention the essence of Gengjin, the bridge is as clean as a mirror washed by rain, and not even a single miscellaneous stone has been found.

Do they remember that the old man of the Purple Feather Gate said that they must not step on the Nai He Bridge, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!

Now that the bridge is halfway through, do you have to go to the other side to have the hope of finding the essence of Gengjin?

Zhong Zihao looked around, and then his gaze fell on the opposite side.

"Zihao, don't!" Murong Wan hugged him and shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, I just want to take a few more steps, maybe I will find anything?" Zhong Zihao smiled slightly and comforted.

"Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. Murong Wan's face was pale, with a hint of begging.

At this time, her cultivation is completely nothing, if Zhong Zihao does not listen to dissuasion, she has no way to stop it.

Zhong Zihao sighed in his heart and was about to speak, but was covered by a slender little hand.

"Zihao, if I hurt you because of me, I will be able to live in the end, and I will feel uneasy. You must remember that your life does not only belong to me, there are many more people in the Absolute God Alliance waiting for you to return. When she said this, the corners of Murong Wan's eyes were already moist.

"I know!"

Zhong Zihao sighed lightly, his face was complicated: "But, if I lose you, my life will not be wonderful! You will not be willing, let me live like a walking corpse." ”

"Hmm!" Murong Wan nodded and said softly, "But I still don't want you to go over." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you!" Zhong Zihao said with a smile and hugged Yiren into his arms.

However, above the bridge, a colorful ancient tower slowly turned, devouring all kinds of energy here. The river under the bridge was rolling, and countless resentful figures on the opposite side were shaking.

In the center of the bridge, two young men and women hugged each other tightly, one was dressed in a black robe, with a thin body and a handsome face, and the other was dressed in white with beautiful facial features and graceful demeanor. Composed a strange scenery for this unchanging land of legends.

"Don't!"

Suddenly, the woman let out a terrible cry, which sounded heart-rending and heart-wrenching. It turned out that the man had pushed the woman away at some point and threw himself across the bridge alone......