Left Bridge's fighting spirit was rekindled, and he accelerated his movements, and soon he was getting closer and closer to the ball of light. But at this moment, there was a sudden great attraction under his feet, and Zuoqiao now felt like a big pant floating in the pool, involuntarily sucked into the cloud of light.

Because this change happened so suddenly and quickly, Zuo Qiao had already been sucked into it before Zuo Qiao could see what the cloud of light was.

Supper hurriedly wanted to pull out the left bridge, but unfortunately the strength was not enough, and it was also brought to the light cloud.

At this moment, Zuoqiao felt as if he was trapped in quicksand, the grainy and smooth texture tightly wrapped around his body, but it did not make him feel suffocated. He could visibly feel the cloud of light rubbing against his body, allowing him to roughly judge the direction in which he was moving.

It was as if they had been thrown dry in the washing machine for more than ten minutes, and by the time Zuoqiao and Supper had come to their senses, they had already appeared in the midst of the ruins.

The sense of age of this site is very strong, and there is a smell of Pompeii, but the buildings are obviously Chinese-style, very fairy-like, and the damage is not so serious, at least many buildings can still see the shape. The main hall, the corridor, the square, and the high platform all satisfy Zuoqiao's fantasy of the kind of gate in the Xianxia world.

The occasional wind blew on the ground, bringing up a very thin and faint mist and dust, and when he looked up, he could see the misty light they had encountered floating above their heads, and Zuoqiao had some suspicions that the breeze he felt outside was blowing up from the ground.

At the end of the path is a ruined hall, the colored tiles have peeled off, but at least the roof has not collapsed, and the stone plaque above the hall is still faintly recognizable.

This is a script that Zuoqiao doesn't recognize, it seems to be some kind of ancient script from another world, but it is somewhat similar to the traditional characters on the earth, and it may be called 'Inviting Moon Temple' according to your intuition.

Zuoqiao was a little panicked at this time, he was only going to come down to see, if there is a benefit, he will fish, and if there is danger, he will run, who knows, but he was forcibly sucked into here, and the light group when he came is now also on the top of his head, and the surrounding environment is still a thief with a sense of style, and the thief has a sense of history, and at first glance, it is not the place where he should come to a rookie like a realm and four floors, and he always feels that he is in danger, and the adventurous boat is overturned.

However, they all came, and they couldn't run, and Zuo Qiao could only walk towards the main hall with supper in his arms, thinking that even if he couldn't find any treasures, he would at least find a way to get out of here.

Entering the Inviting Moon Hall, the thick layer of dust on the ground immediately flew up, but there was still a faint fragrance in the air, which was very subtle, but it seemed to have traveled through history.

There is a statue of a god in the innermost part of the main hall, which has been destroyed by the years so that it is impossible to see the appearance, and it can be vaguely seen that it is an immortal in fluttering clothes, who seems to be drinking to the moon? This shape is a little familiar

In the main hall below the statue, dozens of futons are symmetrically placed on the left and right sides, and the fabric looks like it is not bad, and it has not rotted after so many years.

It's just that this hall is empty, and Zuoqiao didn't know where to start for a while, and subconsciously walked up from the path between the futons on both sides, ready to see if there was anything unusual about the statue.

Who knew that he had just stepped up the steps, and he suddenly felt his body sinking, as if he was carrying a heavy burden out of thin air, and the whole space seemed to be stretched, and the futons on both sides and the statues in front of him were suddenly far away from him, and the surroundings became extremely empty.

Zuo Qiao turned around and ran away without saying a word, but he found that no matter how he turned around, he was always facing the direction of the statue.

At this time, he had already realized that the situation was very bad, and he had made up his mind to retreat, since he couldn't turn around, he simply went backwards and wanted to walk out of this hall. Who knew that as soon as he took a step back, the weight exerted on Zuoqiao's body suddenly rose and turned, so that it could not slap him to the ground.

The meaning is very clear, there is still a way to live if you go forward, and if you dare to retreat, you will be killed.

Zuo Qiao really wanted to scold his mother, but he still had to keep smiling: "Okay, don't you just move bricks, it's kind of exhausting me!" He gritted his teeth and walked towards the idol under pressure.

At the beginning, he walked quite easily, and if he didn't walk naughtily, the pressure on Zuoqiao's body was still acceptable. But the farther and longer he goes, the more pressure he puts on him. What's even more deadly is that this pressure not only exists on the surface of the body, but also seems to drill into Zuoqiao's body along the pores, squeezing his muscles, bones, internal organs, and even constricting the phantom of temperament in his body.

This process seems to be a kind of washing essence, Zuo Qiao can obviously feel every muscle, bone, and meridian in his body moaning in pain under this invisible pressure, but at the same time, it has become stronger and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the temperament phantom in his body has been compressed a lot more condensed.

Zuoqiao, the fourth layer of the first realm, has been cultivated twice, and the temperament phantom is much more pure and condensed than others, and after such a pressure, it is enough to stew soup in the pot.

There is no doubt that this is an adventure, but adventures often come with risks, and the problem that Left Bridge needs to face at the moment is that he really can't bear it!

At first, the pressure did not rise very fast in the first few meters, but the later it went, the more the pressure changed, and finally it even reached an exaggerated level.

There are 10 meters left

The pressure has begun to grow exponentially.

There are 5 meters left

With a pop, supper was crushed into a lump of liquid round black cake and hung on Zuoqiao's body.

3 meters

The left bridge has begun to climb with both hands and feet

Fortunately, after Zuoqiao went through an unforgettable weight loss process, his physique was far stronger than that of players in the same realm, and he gritted his teeth to survive this torture-like adventure!

At a distance of less than 100 meters, the left bridge was forced to walk and climb, and it took more than ten minutes to climb. As long as there is a moment in which he gives up his insistence, the result may be that he will be slapped on the ground and turned into pancakes, and one corpse will be killed.

When Zuoqiao really touched the last step at the foot of the idol, the mountain-like pressure on his body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the entire space in the hall returned to normal.

Zuoqiao lay under the statue like a dead dog, soaked as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he began to roll his eyes and didn't know if it was a coincidence.

"Ha is finally alive" Zuoqiao felt like a century had passed, and finally regained some strength, and finally stopped rolling his eyes.

But his whole body was so sore that every bone hurt as if it had been run over by a truck, and he couldn't even move a little finger.