On the bridge of life and death, in the mist of mist, the figures with pale faces and sluggish breath have stopped one after another.

They knew that if they took one step further, they would most likely not be able to hold on, and they had been standing here for a long time, their faces full of hesitation.

They struggled and looked backwards unwillingly, did they want to give up?

The road behind them still exists behind them, and they can walk back and leave here safely, but they have come here, they have held out for so long, they are scarred and tired, and they are not willing to give up like this.

But......

They glanced at the mist in front of them, the endless danger in which it was difficult for them to take their own steps.

After struggling for a long time, finally, everyone has their own choice.

Compared with chance, life is more important.

They turned around one after another, unwilling to take their own steps, everything they had done before, even if it was all bamboo baskets to draw water, they never dared to take that step again.

What's more, they simply can't see how far the road ahead is, and they don't know how strong the attack will be.

There is no end in sight, and it is the most desperate.

Of course, there are also some people who are unwilling to do what they have done and want to hold on again, they are gambling, betting that the end of this bridge of life and death is not far away.

In any case, everyone has a choice, whether it is backward or forward, it is their own choice, even if they are unwilling, there will be no regrets.

And Mo Li, but he never stopped his steps.

His eyes were extremely calm, and in the face of the increasingly strong attacks, he did not have the slightest wave in his heart.

Although he is now scarred.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Li punched the pitch-black thunder and lightning above his head, his body shook suddenly, a flush surged out of his pale face, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

His body was covered in scorched black, which was struck by lightning and scorched by meteorites, and at the same time, there were scars on his body, which were cut by the wind blade.

The pain permeated his body, but it didn't make him change his face in the slightest.

Mo Li wiped away the spilled blood from the corner of his mouth, and took another step with a calm face.

The spiritual power in his body poured out like money, Mo Li didn't have the slightest reservation, and even his terrifying spiritual power and spiritual power quality couldn't support such a consumption, and it became less and less.

There is no way, now every step Mo Li takes requires him to do his best and even use twelve points of strength to survive.

In this way, Mo Li took an unknown number of steps again.

Gradually, the surrounding fog has turned completely red,

On the surface of the Bridge of Life and Death where Mo Li is now, there is a dense red mist above the magma, the height is comparable to that of the Bridge of Life and Death, and at this moment, Mo Li is standing in this large area of red mist, this red mist covers the surroundings of his body, and Mo Li's visibility is reduced again.

And in this red mist, Mo Li clearly noticed that the temperature around him had risen suddenly, even if he was just standing here, there was an extremely high temperature.

At the same time, in the red mist, there was occasionally a trace of black light, which was the heavenly thunder hidden in the mist.

The fog is too thick for the distant thunder to be seen at all, and although it can be seen from a close distance, it is too late to dodge if you wait to see it, and the danger you are in will go to the next level.

At this time, Mo Li was in peace, but he had great doubts: "How long is this bridge, where is the end, how many people can cross this bridge?"

The long journey, the increasingly powerful and dangerous attacks, made Mo Li full of doubts.

"Why can I see the scene when they are dying, but I can't touch it, what is the meaning?"

Mo Li's eyes kept thinking, at the beginning, Mo Li was hit by the death of Luo Ran and Su Yuechan, and now after a while, Mo Li gradually calmed down, and finally returned to his usual calm and wise him, but found that something was wrong.

"When I first stepped on the Bridge of Life and Death, the light gate behind me was only a few hundred meters away from where I was, but now, I have walked forward for I don't know how many hundreds of meters, and this is ...... ahead."

Mo Li's pupils shrank suddenly: "Is there no end at all!"

"Assuming that there is no end to this true path, it means that it is impossible to pass this third level!"

But Mo Li frowned slightly: "Impossible, if you can't pass this level at all, then what's the need to let us in!"

As if he had caught something, Mo Li's heart was beating: "In this way, there are two possibilities, first, that light door is the real choice to pass the third level!"

The more Mo Li thought about it, the more likely it became, after all, according to what I saw earlier, this Sword Pavilion seemed to play cards out of common sense, maybe it was deliberate.

Mo Li's body paused slightly: "There is another possibility, there is an end in front of this, but I haven't reached it yet." ”

"What is going on with everything that was shown in front of me just now, is it really that those people can't hold on, and are annihilated by these powerful attacks!

Mo Li's breathing was a little short, if his conjecture was correct, then whether Su Yuechan and Luo Ran died or not remains to be discussed!

"But how do you prove it?"

Mo Li's lips pursed, and he caught a glimmer of hope, and his mood finally stopped being silent and rose high again.

Mo Li suddenly raised his head and looked at the red mist in front of him: "Then, it will be clear after passing the third level!"

It's just that, according to Mo Li's conjecture, there are two possibilities now, the first is to turn around and return, and through the light gate, you have passed the third level, and the second is to continue to walk forward and go to the end where you don't know how far away.

Mo Li took a deep breath, looking back, it is impossible, he has already come here, if he wants to test, he can only test the second possibility.

Mo Li, who once again had a glimmer of hope, was a little excited, and his eyes froze: "Since this is the case, then let me see how far it is!"

The first conjecture is the best choice for Mo Li, and if he succeeds, he will pass the third level, and if he fails, he will just lose the opportunity this time.

But Mo Li's choice of the second path can be said to be his unwillingness to give up his previous efforts, or it can be said to be an intuition in his heart.

Moving forward is the real way.

One step at a time, Mo Li moved forward again in the red mist.

Multiply!

One after another, the incomparably small, hidden in the red mist, shot rapidly towards Mo Li at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the red mist surged up, becoming more and more intense, and the orange fireballs the size of fists condensed to the extreme also swept towards Mo Li.

Rumble!

In the face of those attacks that could be seen and could not be seen, exuding a dangerous aura, Mo Li only made one action.

The black fist glove wrapped Mo Li's fist and slowly pushed it out, and an illusory mountain shadow slowly came out.

"Burning Sky Overlord Fist, Burning Mountain!"

Mo Li snorted softly, and the mountain phantom suddenly magnified, suddenly blocking Mo Li's body completely, and facing the attacks in front of him.

Boom Boom!

Thunder and flames slammed into the shadow of the mountain, making bursts of roars.

Mo Li's face became more and more pale, but there was a raging flame beating in his eyes.

He took out a handful of elixir and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The spiritual power recovered rapidly, Mo Li clenched his fists, and took several steps in a row.

As if enraged by Mo Li, the surrounding clouds and mist rolled wildly, and on the right, the red mist suddenly separated.

Mo Li's pupils shrank, and a conspicuous huge flame meteorite, with endless terrifying power, exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to destroy everything, and smashed towards Mo Li.

Mo Li exhaled lightly, this meteorite brought him a sense of crisis far greater than before.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Li's hands suddenly clasped together.

Airplanes!

As Mo Li's handprint changed, an orange handprint slowly appeared in front of Mo Li.

"Not enough!"

Mo Li's eyes were extremely solemn, and the magic seal in his hand changed again, and a green handprint slowly came out again.

"Wood Fire Seal!"

Rumble!

The two handprints suddenly fused together, becoming a red and green handprint, and an equally terrifying aura emanated from it.

The next moment, the wood fire seal rushed out in an instant, catching up with the terrifying meteorite.

The small handprints are in stark contrast to the huge meteorite, but they both exude an endless terrifying atmosphere.

Rumble!

A terrifying explosion rang out, and the terrifying fluctuations dispersed, blowing away the surrounding fog, but in an instant, they merged together again.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Mo Li gasped slowly, there was no blood on his pale face, and the strong impact fell on his body, and blood fell from the corners of his mouth again.

Ignoring the terrifying explosion and the blood in his mouth, he took a few more steps.

When he arrived here, Mo Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was extremely excited.

Pushing through the clouds and mist to see the light, facing Mo Li's last step to fall, in front of him, there was no fog, a few meters away, a door of light stood in front of him.

End!

Mo Li's face was full of smiles: "It's finally here!"

Just as Mo Li was overjoyed, an even more terrifying aura locked on him.

His face froze, and his heart throbbed.

Airplanes!

An unimaginable sharp aura emanated from Mo Li's front of him, and the sharp aura seemed to cut the surrounding space, causing the surrounding space to vibrate uncontrollably.

Bang!

Mo Li's heart skipped a beat, and he looked straight ahead in horror, his pupils were all reflected in cyan.

Directly in front of him, a cyan blade of light several meters high, but as thin as a cicada's wing, locked onto him.

Mo Li had no doubt that if he was lightly touched by this light blade, his body would be cut in two in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Li forcibly suppressed the palpitations in his heart.

His right fist slowly pushed out, and an illusory mountain shadow hovered in front of him.

"Burning Mountain, attached!"

Mo Li shouted violently, and the mountain phantom suddenly fell on his body, and his aura soared in terror.

At the same time, the fist gloves in Mo Li's hand had been re-transformed into the Spirit Devouring Sword.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Li's eyes flashed, the Spirit Devouring Sword in his hand shook rapidly, and a huge black and white yin-yang fish slowly appeared in front of Mo Li.