090 Mourning King

Walking through the resentful immortals, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they all reminded them one by one, because, waiting on the third or fourth floor, they didn't know what it was.

After seeing the third and fourth floors, you will see a single-plank bridge.

Under the bridge, you can directly see the mourning king at the bottom level.

It was a huge dragon, several times larger than the Ji Lan Sect Candle Dragon.

Now, the King of Mourning is napping, and everyone is holding their breath for fear of waking the King of Mourning.

Han Qi held the booklet in one hand and pointed to the single-plank bridge in the other, and said in a low voice, "This single-plank bridge, without a special name, is called a single-plank bridge. When you walk on the bridge, you will see what you have lost but are still clinging to, and in this case, you will not be able to see the bridge under your feet. If you want to cross the bridge, you have to go down in a straight line from the single-plank bridge, and once you turn the corner, you will fall."

Cheng Xue repeated Han Qi's last three words: "Fall."

The crowd looked down at the King of Mourning.

Falling down will definitely wake up the Wailing King, and then be eaten by the Wailing King.

Everyone swallowed in unison, and then began to take a serious look at the single-plank bridge.

"I'm familiar with this!" Zhou Meng walked in front of everyone without doing anything, "It's like a layer of dream clouds in front of you. In the dream cloud, you will see the world I want you to see, and you will act in this world. But, in the real world, you don't know where you're going. The only way to overcome the dream cloud is to have a pure heart. I don't think it's difficult for Wei Lin and Zhuang Xiang to do this. When they met the people of Lidu in the North Mountain of Ji Lan Sect before, they used the Pure Heart Mantra. Cheng Xue and I, it's not a big problem."

Han Qi was slightly aggrieved beside him: "So, you are not afraid? Then I probably won't be able to get by."

Zhou Meng heard what Han Qi said, squinted his eyes and asked, "Han Qi, what are you that you have lost, but are still persistently pursuing?" Is it possible? It's Wei Lone!"

Before Zhou Meng's name was finished, Wei Meng's cold eyes stabbed Zhou Meng's face like a sharp sword.

"Oh oh ha, well, you just wait for us here, let's go down and steal the goggles from the arms of the King of Mourning, and you are responsible for quickly sealing the goggles so that we don't get hurt by the evil spirit in the goggles."

Han Qi nodded firmly, "Okay, just do as you say."

Zhuang Xiang and Wei Lin recited the mantra of purifying their hearts one after another, and stepped on the single-plank bridge one after another.

However, Zhuang Xiang still saw what he had pursued all his life.

His mother.

What Zhuang Xiang pursued all his life is maternal love.

However, Zhuang Xiang has not yet thought that he has lost his mother's love.

But now, Dumuqiao tells him that he has lost his mother's love.

Why? He couldn't have lost his mother's love. He knew that his mother had done a lot for him.

After Ji Lanzong's lecture ended, Gong Shiyu's jellyfish told Zhuang Xiang a lot about Qingluan.

In order to maintain the balance of forces on all sides, Qingluan deliberately alienated Zhuang Xiang to prevent everyone from being wary of Zhuang Xiang.

Under the pillow on her bed, there are hidden belly pockets of Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Xiang.

After Zhuang Xiang disappeared, Qingluan also sent people to look for him for more than ten years.

After being tried, Zhuang Xiang was sent to the execution ground, and Qingluan did not panic at all, because Qingluan used her life's cultivation to cover Zhuang Xiang.

Only then did Zhuang Xiang know that the day he thought he was most likely to die was absolutely impossible to die.

Because, he has the protection of his mother, the dream obstacle of Zhou Meng, and the rescue of the situation.

His mother loves him, why does Dumuqiao think that he has lost his mother's love?

It seems that the things of the immortals are also inaccurate, such love, this bridge does not understand, it is really a piece of wood.

Therefore, Zhuang Xiang successfully crossed the single-plank bridge and waited for the arrival of others on the opposite side.

Wei Lin saw a chaotic world.

Inside are majestic gods.

What does that mean?

She saw God

Acquaintance? Is it the realm of the gods?

What Wei Lin pursued all his life was to achieve positive results.

But what does the single-plank bridge mean that the realm of the gods no longer exists?

After a moment of confusion, Wei Lin suddenly understood the meaning of the single-plank bridge.

It turned out that he had lost the opportunity to achieve positive results, and it was impossible for him to rank in the immortal class in his life. Z.br>

After being lonely, Wei Lin returned to calm.

Earnestly learn and practice, stop at perfection. There is no such thing as the realm of perfection, so there is no end to learning.

Although he can't achieve positive results, he can use his own cultivation to defend the order of the world, and it is not in vain to live this life.

Because of this, Wei Lin also successfully got rid of the illusion and walked to the opposite side of the single-plank bridge.

Cheng Xue was in an ethereal mood, and after walking to the single-plank bridge, she didn't see anything at all, and crossed the single-plank bridge smoothly.

"It seems that what I have pursued all my life has not been lost." Cheng Xue looked at Zhou Meng and said.

Zhou Meng swaggered onto the single-plank bridge.

Cheng Xue was on the other side, her expression was obviously curious, and she whispered to Wei Lian, "Senior Sister Shan, I seem to know what Senior Sister Meng has pursued all her life."

"Just wait for her to come and ask her." Wei Lin coaxed Cheng Xue to say.

Cheng Xue quietly watched Zhou Meng step onto the single-plank bridge.

When Zhou Meng walked to the end of the single-plank bridge, Zhou Meng realized that there was nothing he had pursued all his life.

She doesn't have any goals at all right now.

Originally, she thought that what she pursued all her life would be the peace of the real world, the love of her parents and relatives, or an intimate partner.

But now she has to admit that she has nothing in her mind.

Cheng Xue couldn't wait to ask, "Senior Sister Meng, what did you see? Is there me?"

Wei Lian snatched the conversation first: "What has been lost, how can there be you."

Zhou Meng barely squeezed out a smile, pretending to be chic: "I didn't see anything. No desire, no desire, no relaxation!"

Cheng Xue suddenly became happy: "Senior Sister Meng, the two of us are the same, wow, I haven't seen anything."

Zhou Meng immediately asked, "Then do you know what you want to get in your life?"

Cheng Xue smiled and nodded.

Zhou Meng also smiled with Cheng Xue, and smiled a little bitterly.

It turns out that there is hope in the heart that will make people laugh so happily?

Wei Xiao said coldly, "Zhou Meng, you have been watching Chengxue for too long."

Zhou Meng shifted his gaze at this time, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Zhuang Xiang's lonely face.

"Oh, Senior Brother Xiang, what's the matter? What do you see? Already lost? So unhappy? It won't be to see Zhuang Di! Zhuang Yan is now entangled with Governor Yuan's soul, I'm afraid I won't be able to think of you for a while, look at it, haha."

At this time, Zhuang Xiang silently pulled out the lonely boat sword.

"Hey, hey, they're all brothers who were born and died, how can you say that you can do it? Take back the quick ......."

Wei Xiao on the side also pulled out the Tho Xiao Sword, and Cheng Xue looked behind Zhou Meng and swallowed her saliva.

Zhou Meng turned around, and the tip of his nose touched something cold.

The thing was wet, and there were two bottomless holes next to it.

It turned out to be the nose of the King of Mourning.

Zhou Meng took a step back, looked up, and saw the dark blue eyes of the King of Mourning.

"Hello."

There was a sudden roar, and the entire Shangde Building trembled.

Zhou Meng was drenched in the mouth of the mourning king's blood basin and was drenched by the mourning king's saliva.

"It's disgusting."

At this time, Zhou Meng saw a bright mirror in the claws of King Mourning.

Zhou Meng immediately transferred the ink dragon out, wiped it out and turned it into a long black ayaluo, and threw it towards the wind goggles on Wai's chest.

The Mourning King is a giant dragon that holds a goggle in one of its claws at all times.

After Ayaro touched the goggles, Mo Long automatically stretched out a pair of hands at the end of Ayaro.

Seeing that he was about to get the goggles, the King of Mourning suddenly dodged, and Mo Long pounced.

After learning that the intruder's true intention was the goggles, the King of Mourning became even more excited.

Both of its paws hold the lenses, and a puff of blue smoke protrudes from its mouth, smelling like it has burned plastic.

Zhou Meng suddenly realized that he was fighting alone.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and do it! Don't you see the lenses......

When Zhou Meng turned to look at everyone, he found that they were all glazed-eyed, and tears kept flowing out of the corners of Cheng Xue's eyes.

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

Han Qi on the other side shouted, "Zhou Meng! They have fallen for the king of mourning, and now they are immersed in mourning."

Zhou Meng thought at first that he was not immersed in sad emotions because his mind was not affected by the Mourning King, and later found that the wet saliva of the Mourning King was shining on his body.

This shows that it is the saliva of the king of mourning that ensures the stability of his emotions.

So, Zhou Meng went to everyone's side, wiped sticky saliva from his body, and smeared it on their faces.

As a result, the second-hand saliva had little effect, and the crowd did not come to their senses quickly.

Zhou Meng could only support himself.

King Mourning looked at Zhou Meng, his eyes glowing with blue flames.

Zhou Meng saw that the situation was not right, and immediately left everyone to avoid accidental injury.

The King of Mourning chased Zhou Meng, flying and hovering in the Shangde Building, aiming at Zhou Meng from time to time, he would open his mouth and spray blue smoke towards Zhou Meng.

Waiting for the blue smoke to spread throughout the Shangde Building, Zhou Meng felt that the air was spicy.

Zhou Meng couldn't help but think of all kinds of sad things.

Parents who have never met, a lonely and helpless childhood, and the betrayal of lovers......

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's gone, it's all gone! I'm fine now, I'm fine now. Smile smile smile! The corners of your mouth are curled up, and you can look happy! Come!"

Through the smoke, Han Qi saw the King of Mourning puffing the goggles in his mouth, and shouted to Zhou Meng, "Mouth! In its mouth!"

Zhou Meng couldn't see anything, in the blue smoke, he couldn't feel the direction.

Suddenly, King Mourning broke out of the fog and rushed directly towards Zhuang Xiang and the others.

Zhou Meng shouted, "Hanjiang!"

The Hanjiang sword broke through the hole, and the hilt hit Zhuang Xiang's head.

Suddenly, Zhuang Xiang came to his senses.

"Zhuang Di?" Zhuang Xiang said vaguely, and then, he gradually found that he was still in Shangde Building, and in front of him, King Mourning was flying towards him, and the goggles were between King Mourning's teeth.

Zhuang Xiang took out the Lone Boat Sword and pointed at the King of Mourning.

Han Qi took out a lens from his clothes, and through the lens, he saw the life gate of the mourning king.

"Eyes on the forehead! Zhou Meng, the life of the mourning king is on his forehead!"

Zhou Meng looked up and saw that Zhuang Xiang was in front of King Mourning, and he couldn't reach King Mourning's forehead at all.

At this time, Zhou Meng spun around and landed next to the front paws of the King of Mourning, and stabbed a sword into the dragon claws of the King of Mourning.

The King of Mourning wailed and bowed his head, Zhuang Xiang aimed at the eyes on the forehead of the King of Mourning, and stabbed it with his sword.