The Dharma rope was brought from Liuyun Peak.

Rong Hui didn't lie to Lu Yaoyao either.

Lu Yaoyao spied with her spiritual power, and saw that there was nothing wrong with the law ropes, so she was very arrogant and begged all the law ropes to be distributed to the monks who were ready to go.

Rong Hui was happy to be so enthusiastic about her.

When the rope was handed to Jiang Mingyue, she hesitated for a moment and wrapped it around her wrist.

When encountering ghosts, there is no abnormality in the magic rope that must be locked.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Lu Yaoyao flew into the air with a little foot, opened the lid of the wine gourd, and the golden slurry fell like rain, forming a sword formation in an instant.

The order of the head of the Qingcheng faction then fell in the center of the formation, and the blue light was great, illuminating the dim Xuanming Cave.

Lu Yaoyao's expression was solemn, "Fellow Daoists, please join the battle." ”

Rong Hui summoned the wooden sword and followed behind everyone in a low-key manner.

Suddenly, she noticed a peeping gaze.

Rong Hui turned his head to look at it, but he didn't find anything.

"The Golden Crow Spiritual Position is in the depths, and it needs to go through eighteen formations. ”

Lu Yaoyao walked in the front, talking as she walked.

Everyone followed, and although they avoided many mechanisms, they encountered all kinds of demons and monsters on the way.

The closer we got to the center of the earth, the temperature around me got higher and higher, but the sides of the cave became strangely wetter and wetter, and the color of the soil slowly changed from brown to light red, deep red, and scarlet.

By the time we arrived at the Twenty-Four Bridge, the bluestone slab had turned into a bloodstone slab.

The blood seemed to leach out of the ground, and it didn't cover the shallow soles of everyone's shoes.

Rong Hui looked at the blood that was trying to climb up the upper of his shoes with his teeth and claws, and his eyes skimmed over the uneven cave, and he smelled an indescribable stench.

The blue and red roots of the tree are entrenched on the mountain wall, like the blood veins crisscrossed by the roots, which makes Rong Hui think of blood vessels, and his heart is indescribably disgusting.

"The twenty-fourth bridge has arrived. Lu Yaoyao took out the Qingshuang Sword, "I bother you to stand in front of the corresponding Flame Bridge in order, there are obstacles and illusions on the bridge, everyone must not be careless." ”

Rong Hui summoned a wooden sword and stood in front of the thirteenth bridge, and under the stone bridge was hot lava.

There is a statue of a god in front of the pier, and the statue of the god holds a sword in his left hand and folds flowers in his right hand.

This should have been a beautiful and good scene, but when I got closer, I saw that it was biting half of the thigh of the little ghost in its mouth, its eyes were wide with anger, and the sword was engraved with a picture of ten thousand ghosts, and even the stamens were piled up by the heads of people who had died tragically, and the gloomy and bloody feeling came to the face.

Crimson blood wrapped around the abrupt eyes of the statue of the fierce god, oozing a patch of scarlet.

Rong Hui stretched out her hand and touched it, and the cold and biting cold went straight to the bottom of her heart, and the freezing chill made her feel shocked.

The evil gods with the effect of calming evil have all been infected with blood, and the situation on the other side of the bridge is more dangerous than she imagined.

"Rong Hui. Ji Chen was next to Rong Hui, and he handed Rong Hui a jasper bead that cleared his heart, "Be careful." ”

Twenty-four bridge monks, only Ronghui is the Jindan period.

Rong Hui was invited by Ji Chen again, so he was naturally worried about her safety.

Rong Hui took it and put it in his mouth, and the cool meaning melted in his mouth and went straight to the heavenly spirit, refreshing his mind.

She glanced at the statue in front of Ji Chen.

The statue was very different from hers, a charming and colorful statue of a goddess, and it would make you dizzy if you looked at it for a long time.

Rong Hui found that not only them, but also the statues in front of everyone had different postures, as if they were a reflection of the monk's heart.

"Idols. Lu Yaoyao crossed Jiang Mingyue, who was in the middle, stretched her neck and said to Rong Hui, "Don't be afraid, you are the strongest, you are the best, I believe in you!"

Lu Yaoyao thought of what the senior brother in charge said, the twenty-four bridges can reflect the monk's state of mind, dig out the secrets buried deep in the heart, and tear apart the monk's most painful memory.

The most important thing is that Rong Hui is just a scumbag of Jindan, and if she can't pass the Jinwu Spirit Array, she will be wasted.

At this point, she needs someone to cheer her on.

Lu Yaoyao constantly brainwashed Rong Hui, making her the strongest, the best and the most convinced.

After blowing, Lu Yaoyao felt that her fake powder was getting more and more real.

Jiang Mingyue tore off the cloak on her body to cover the statue in front of her, her thin lips pursed into a line, and she stiffened onto the stone bridge.

The moment she got on the bridge, Jiang Mingyue turned her head sideways and said coldly to Rong Hui, "The devil swears a lot." ”

Rong Huimu jumped on the stone bridge without squinting.

Jiang Mingyue, who was ignored, frowned, her hand holding the fairy sword tightened, and her face turned pale and walked into the maze.

As soon as Rong Hui stepped on the maze, the chill that was so cold to her bones climbed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, she stepped on it, and the golden spiritual power rolled forward three feet as if it had hit a thick wall, and suddenly froze.

The fog split by spiritual power revealed the true appearance of the bridge deck.

The stone bridge had been washed by the scarlet liquid tens of thousands of times, and the Rong Hui wooden sword had cut an inch-thick sword mark, and there was still solidified red and black dirt under the sword mark.

The slippery and thick mucus stuck to the soles of Rong Hui's feet, making it difficult for her to walk.

In the thick fog, several gloomy voices suddenly sounded.

A sharp female voice said, "Coming?"

Another male voice said, "Jindan is waste, it's not enough to stuff your teeth." ”

Immediately afterwards, a children's voice floated in, "Hehehehe, the ugly monster under the hat will we vomit after eating." ”

The shrill female voice said impatiently, "Then take off her hat and see how ugly it is, if it's too ugly, it's enough to eat the internal organs!"

Rong Hui listened attentively to the three strange sounds, and with a wave of the sharp wooden sword, the golden streamer coldly and resolutely split through the dense fog, and hit the invisible wall headlong.

"Click. ”

A faint cracking sound was heard.

The monster in the mist was in pain, and it screamed in terror "Ruthless Killing Sword!"

"Kill her, kill her!"

Rong Hui rushed forward with his sword and pointed directly at the wall in the mist.

Suddenly, a blood-colored shadow suddenly burst out, and Yin Hong's nails flew towards Rong Hui's face.

Rong Hui cut off his bloody hand and said contemptuously, "That's it?"

The monster hiding in the fog laughed, and the white mist instantly turned into a red mist, "Twenty-four life bridges, just Jin Dan actually chose the death bridge, go to death and die!"

The magnified malice surged, and Rong Hui was about to rush forward with his sword, when a few words suddenly appeared in the message Yujian, "Not here." ”

The jade slip did not show who sent it, and Rong Hui ignored it. 、

In the moment when Rong Hui was stunned, she suddenly felt a coolness rising from the soles of her feet, as if something was climbing up her ankles.

Rong Hui looked down and saw that the blood-colored stone bridge was full of ghost hands at some point.

Hundreds of pairs of scarlet ghost hands tightly grasped Rong Hui's ankles, piling up in an instant.

Not far away, there was a steady stream of severed hands climbing up Rong Hui's knees along the mountain.

Severed hands do not discriminate between men, women, young and old, disabled or not, and the desire for life drives them to keep climbing.

Rao is Rong Hui, who is accustomed to all kinds of bloody scenes, and his scalp is numb when he sees the dense bloody hands.

With a swing of her wooden sword, she cut off the ghost hands that were scrambling to crawl on her body, and knew a bloody path.

The severed ghost hand let out a sharp scream, disturbing Rong Hui's mind.

Rong Hui looked at the baby's severed hand not far away, and suppressed his anger, "I don't know which murderous monster is pressed underground, and I praise so many grievances." ”

"Ruthless Dao Sword Cultivation, go to death, go die, die, die!"

The surging malice sounded above Rong Hui's head.

Rong Hui raised his eyes.

A black and red scythe slashed down in the air.

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