Xiao Tian didn't speak, still looking at the Yin River rolling away below.

Meng Po suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that you are a man with such beautiful clothes and skins, and you have never thought that you also have a sister?" ”

Xiao Tian frowned and turned his head, looking at Meng Po calmly. There's a sister, it's a joke. For Xiaotian, this joke is not funny, but it is deliberately sarcastic about his appearance. From childhood to adulthood, Xiaotian is very concerned about his appearance, the so-called beautiful man is worthless in front of him, but if the beauty is excessive, it is feminine. Xiaotian belongs to the latter, and even many times is considered a woman by the other party.

"Poor, really pathetic, now that I've changed my mind, I can let you pass." Meng Po looked at Xiaotian with a smile.

"I don't want to go over." Xiaotian refused. With a mockery on your face, you tell me to stop, you let me pass, what are you?

"Haven't you always been interested in what the ghost mansion is like? Don't you want to know what the clouds look like inside? Don't you want to have an extra sister or sister, who is obviously a man but has to put on a face that makes women all over the world jealous. The way you speak, your every move, you never think about why? Meng Po stood up, looked at Xiao Tian and asked in surprise.

"Why?" It was false to say that he didn't care, and he couldn't help but ask at this moment.

"You'll find out if you go in." Meng Po smiled mysteriously.

Xiao Tian stood up and took steps again, this time, no longer standing still, but gradually walking to Meng Po's side, Xiao Tian's forehead and face were already full of surprise. The closer she got to Meng Po, the younger she became, and when she came to see her, Meng Po had become a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old.

"You?" Xiao Tian wanted to ask, but stopped after saying only one word. It is very simple to change one's appearance as a god, but it is completely impossible to change even the breath of the soul. The soul comes from the way of heaven, and as the years go by, the fox breath will become more and more old.

Although the longevity of a god can be described as infinite, the soul is not infinitely extended. One day the soul will grow old until it is annihilated. Meng Po's soul breath has no traces of erosion by the years at all.

Xiaotian observed very carefully, and Meng Po's soul breath was full of vicissitudes, and it seemed to be extremely immature, like a new life. These are two very extreme phenomena, but they are very harmonious in everything.

"You're a detached?" Xiao Tian asked suspiciously.

"Sort of, in fact, you can grasp it as a machine spirit with transcendent strength." Meng Po turned into a mirror, and said innocently with a raised face at the moment.

Xiao Tian's eyes widened, this news was too shocking for Xiao Tian, if the little girl in front of him was a machine spirit, then it must be the machine spirit of the reincarnation bracelet. Then the reincarnation bracelet is a transcendent artifact. Since there is a transcendent artifact, then there must be transcendental people left in this world.

"You're thinking too much. The end of cultivation is detachment, detachment is not detachment from the Heavenly Dao, but detachment into demons, every transcendent person is born to exist to destroy everything, and it is precisely because of this that every transcendent person is a flash in the pan, otherwise this world would have been destroyed long ago. Jing'er said with a smile.

Xiaotian pursed his lips, for this answer, he didn't take it to heart at all, when he was a three-year-old child?

Ignoring Jing'er anymore, Xiaotian was born by mistake, he wanted to see what the other end of the bridge was like. Standing on the bridge, all Xiaotian could see were red flowers blooming along the riverbank.

Jing'er didn't stop her, but instead looked at Xiaotian's back with interest, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

However, the bridge is not long or wide, as if it were the most ordinary river bridge. However, walking on it feels very long, and every step seems to cross time and space, giving people the feeling that a hundred years have passed.

Xiao Tian walked ninety-nine steps, but he couldn't take the next step. In front of it was a rushing river, red as bloody waves, cold and gloomy. It is only one step away from the other side, and it is just a simple leap of ordinary people, and it will pass, but for Xiaotian, it is like a moat that is difficult to cross.

"Take one more step, and you'll be completely changed." Jing'er urged from behind, and her tone became old again.

Xiaotian turned around, and Meng Po was standing on the bridge, looking at him with a smile.

"Nai He bridge, don't look back, once you cross it, you can't help it." Meng Po smiled and waved her hand, and her tone became extremely cold.

Xiao Tian couldn't help but snort. Suddenly, the sky under his feet fell directly into the abyss, and there was a loud splash of several long waters.

Xiaotian shuddered, his expression was confused, and he came to his senses again for a moment, and opened his eyes to look at his body in disbelief, intact. Looking at Meng Po again, she was still sitting by the fire, biting the fan gently, blowing the fire, and the soup in the pot was tumbling and a skull cloud appeared from time to time, dissipating in the air.

"Nai He Bridge, don't look back, once you cross it, you can't help it!" Meng Po looked up at Xiao Tian, a bowl of green soup appeared in her hand, and handed it over with a smile: "If you want to go over, you have to drink Meng Po's ten thousand Meng Po soup." The past has nothing to do with you from now on. ”

Xiaotian wanted to refuse, but his hands did not obey, he reached out to take it, raised it and drank it all.

"Let's go, let's go, in the next life, you will definitely have a sister. Alas, the way of heaven is inactive, and everything in the world is like a dog. Meng Po shook her head and continued to face the pot of Meng Po soup that seemed to never boil dry.

Xiao Tian got up and walked slowly down the steps to the other side. The body is light and fluttering, and it doesn't seem to have any weight. When Xiaotian stepped on the other side, he was in the other side of the flower, and then he realized that he seemed to be a soul body. What about the body?

Xiao Tian looked back at the Yin River, and a voice was so familiar that it was floating in the Milky Way into the distance.

"What did you do to me?" Xiaotian angrily yelled at Meng Po on the bridge, but the voice didn't seem to even be heard by himself. Meng Po raised her head and glanced at her, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Xiao Tian felt a knife slash down his forehead. Instantly divided himself into two halves, but the strange thing was that he didn't feel the slightest pain, and then looked at the other side, the other half of himself was really a charming woman, with towering breasts and a bumpy figure.

The other side also looked at himself, with complicated eyes. A flower bloomed at the bottom of his feet, and in a moment, he enveloped the howling sky, including the other on the other side

Halfway.

The Terrans regained their peace again, and every day in the tavern where the co-workers were drunk, there was a person who was holding the case and getting drunk.

Fuso doesn't know how long he's been drunk. This drunken dream is indeed good wine, which can make the gods feel the pleasure of being drunk and forgetting everything.

What is beyond the space, no one knows, or only the self-exiled detached. It was a desolate world, with no time or space, and only killing.

A huge dragon trapped a young man tightly, with saliva at the corner of his mouth, which was tantamount to a super meal for the dragon.

The man didn't have the slightest power to resist, and the demonic energy all over his body seemed to have met a nemesis, no matter how much he released, he was gently sucked by the dragon, and all of them entered the dragon's air. For demonic energy, this Jiaolong seems to be very fond of it, and it is precisely because of this that Jiaolong has not carried out the final blow for a long time. He wants to torture the other party slowly, knowing that he will absorb all the demonic energy of the other party, as if a child is licking the lollipop until it turns into sugar water and enters his stomach.

Even if the man's demonic qi is strong, he can't withstand the dragon's predation, and the red eyes, after the drastic loss of the demonic qi, suddenly another eye became black and white. It's just that this eye is full of doubts, and there doesn't seem to be any nervousness when looking at Jiaolong. Didn't even pay much attention to it at all.

Jiaolong seemed to feel that he was being slighted, stretched out a claw, and grabbed the void on this man's head, and a powerful suction force immediately enveloped the man's whole body.

Yes! The man screamed in pain. The power of a cloud of demonic energy being torn apart is like a ramen that has been pulled to the limit, and it will break at any time.

Although it was more painful, the man's resistance was not fierce, and he was even trying his best to remain calm. It seems to be a deliberate cooperation.

This prey didn't seem to be the same as what he had met before, which made Jiaolong feel more and more interested. How long will this Terran be able to hold on?

Attracted by curiosity, Jiaolong completely gave up his plan to kill this human race directly. He wanted to see what would become of this human race if he was completely deprived of his demonic energy, whether he wanted to grovel and beg for mercy, or whether he would be directly frightened into a madman.

So Jiaolong pulled even more powerfully. There was a sound like a cloth breaking, and the demonic qi was completely torn off by the dragon. And the human who was trapped by himself showed a confused look on his face for a moment.

"What are you thinking?" Jiaolong swallowed the demonic qi into his mouth and chewed it, and his huge head leaned over and asked curiously. Does this make the dragon feel crazy, does the food also have thoughts, or has this human been completely frightened by himself?

"Me! Who am I? The human raised his face, looked at the dragon in front of him very seriously, and asked with a stammer, but his expression was not the slightest fear.

Jiaolong was very angry, a food, he didn't despair about his fate at all, and actually asked himself who he was!

So Jiaolong stared, this human being, and said slowly: "You are my food, and now I will eat you." ”

The expected fear did not appear, the human was still looking at the dragon, there was no fear in his eyes, and there was an indescribable relief.

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