The realm of death is constantly collapsing, and the only remaining parts that have not yet turned are the Daodao Bridge and the Styx, but the Daodao Bridge has completely collapsed, and the hidden primordial formation patterns in it are completely revealed, and only the Styx is still barely supporting.

When the Dead Realm was intact, the River Styx crossed the Dead World like a ring, forming a closed loop to divide the Dead World into two sides, and now the Dead World has collapsed, and the River Styx is constantly curling up, and the ring formed by the River Styx is no longer the Dead Realm, but a broken world barrier.

What was once the shield of the world is now the last thing to be protected.

This is a very special barrier to the world.

It was as thick as a dense fog that could not be dissolved, and there seemed to be something fierce lurking in it.

When the Dead Realm was completely isolated before, Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head, who had never fled one step slower, were led here, because there was no place else to stand except here.

The most dangerous place Luo Xiaotian had ever been to was now the last place in the Dead Realm.

The power that enveloped Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head, after discovering that he could not escape from the death realm, turned into the purest power and integrated into Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head, directly helping Luo Xiaotian break through to the peak of the Sky Control Realm, so that the injuries of the big bald head completely recovered.

Although it was impossible to leave with the two of them, after all, this was the incarnation of a doppelganger of an existence who had entered the Holy Realm, and it also contained a part of the power of the holy weapon, so it was easy for the two of them to recover.

What brought Luo Xiaotian and the others here was not the force, but the existence in this remaining world barrier.

It was a purple skeleton.

The divine light on its body flickered, and the magical talisman flickered on every bone, absorbing the chaos.

As holy as the bones of a god.

It is like a god of slaying who has returned from hell.

But now it was no longer just here, behind it were dozens of skeletons that also had supernatural talismans. But there are only three skeletons similar to its breath, one skeleton with a golden yellow physique, and one skeleton with a blood-red physique that is smaller, and the other skeletons are a little mutilated when you look closely, and the color of the skeletons is not pure, as if a variety of bones are pieced together.

Luo Xiaotian and the big bald head had already woken up, and the two of them didn't dare to move in the corner.

The purple skeleton that had brought them in looked at them and ignored them.

"It's too early. The golden skeleton sighed as he looked at the hastily assembled skeletons behind him.

"No matter what the plan, there will always be gaps. The Scarlet Skeleton shook its head, and if it hadn't been able to recover first, it would have barely been able to piece together the rest of the skeleton.

"Whatever it is, kill it. The purple skull said.

"Then kill. The blood-colored skeleton nodded, and a strong blood-colored aura wafted out of its body, merging into the dozens of bones that had been patched together.

Suddenly, the aura of those bones changed from a bit sluggish to furious.

The blood-colored skeletons took a step and disappeared directly, and the skeletons that had become berserk flew up, tearing through the chaos and flying outside.

The golden skeleton glanced at the purple skeleton, stopped talking, and disappeared with a single step.

The purple skeleton didn't leave immediately, it pointed to the chaos.

"Go there. ”

After all, the purple skeleton also disappeared.

Luo Xiaotian was slightly stunned and looked at the place where the purple skeleton was pointing at the place where the mist was shrouded.

The fog was gradually dispersing, revealing the hidden outlines within.

It was a bridge, a bronze bridge.

On the side of the bronze bridge are engraved three words, filled with blood that will never dry up, and those three words read—

Ninth Bridge.

Again, Luo Xiaotian saw the Ninth Bridge.

At this moment, the surrounding chaos began to vibrate like an unbreakable fog, as if a terrifying force was stirring outside, trying to blow away the fog-like chaos.

They can survive here temporarily because of the protection of chaos, if these chaos disperses, in a world where most of them have been transformed into extraterritorial heavenly demons, Luo Xiaotian will definitely not be able to survive. In the Tomb of the Stars before, almost the entire world was transformed into extraterritorial heavenly demons, but because of the restrictions of the Star Giants and the clans that had died there, the monks who controlled the Sky Realm at that time were able to survive there. But here in the Dead Realm, for some reasons, no one has restricted the extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, and only uses the Dao Bridge to suppress it in order to delay the transformation of the Dead Realm.

Now that the Dao Bridge has collapsed, there is nothing left to stop the transformation of the Dead Realm.

Without much thought - there was no time to think about it, the big bald head and Luo Xiaotian arrived on the Ninth Bridge.

It was different from the last time he stepped on the Ninth Bridge, maybe it was because the number of primordial formation patterns that Luo Xiaotian had mastered had increased a lot, this time Luo Xiaotian vaguely felt what was hidden on the Ninth Bridge, he didn't know how to describe this kind of thing, if he wanted to use anything to describe that kind of thing, it was only words like "miracle".

Seem...... The Ninth Bridge has a more mysterious and ancient origin than the original magic pattern.

Not long after the two of them stepped onto the Ninth Bridge, they saw the mist-like chaos around them dissipate as if it had been swept away by a strong wind and torn apart by a sharp blade.

It was as if a big scene had opened in front of them, and the two saw the battle outside.

The world turned into a pitch-black serpent, and unlike the previous serpent that was stacked with countless corpses, the serpent here was no different from real life. It has countless wings on its body, and each pair of wings is like the pitch black of the polar night, absorbing all the light. The serpent had three heads, the one on the left was a skeletal head, the right one was the head of an unknown creature made of black mud, and the one in the middle was a human head with a constantly changing face.

This giant snake is the embodiment of the dead world, a form of extraterritorial heavenly demons that have not yet been completely transformed.

In the dead world, the serpent is invincible, and the whole world is controlled by it, and the world can be twisted at will with a single thought.

And the one who fights with the giant serpent is not a living thing, but the bones left behind by a strong man who has died in the years and does not know which era.

The strong who once perished, they left behind and let themselves return from the years in another way, to let the plans of countless years ago continue.

Hundreds of black snakes split out of the serpent's body, each with a terrifying aura that threatens to destroy everything.

Those black snakes devoured the bones, and the three complete bones easily avoided the black snakes, but the remaining bones that were pieced together seemed to have insufficient spiritual intelligence, and directly killed those black snakes.

The black snake is not the opponent of those bones that are put together, but here is a place that belongs to the extraterritorial heavenly demons, whenever the black snake is destroyed, it can recover instantly, and swallow the bones again, for a while, those bones are dragged by the black snake and cannot be separated.