This seems to be the case...... Something is wrong, isn't it?

Luo Xiaotian looked at the footprints he left on the ground, and wondered if he also needed to connect these footprints. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Impossible.

Luo Xiaotian hesitated for a moment and decided to try to enter the third section of the Wendao Bridge first.

So, he stepped forward and stepped onto the black bridge.

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Outside the Hongyu Continent, behind the endless world barriers, behind the countless world oceans, there is a world.

Unlike other worlds, this world is black. Even from outside the formless and colorless barrier of the world, it is black. This world ...... It's not like the rest of the world.

In this world, the sky is black, the earth is black, and the rivers are black. This world is dead, and it has died countless epochs ago. And now...... It's rotten.

This world is called the Dead Realm.

In this world, no native creatures can be seen, and even all foreign creatures will be swallowed by this world.

And in this world, there is a river, like a black crack, that divides this world into two halves. On the river, from upstream to downstream, there are seven bridges.

This river is called the River Styx.

Each of these seven bridges is called ...... Asked the bridge.

A bridge, a stripe.

Nothing is allowed on the River Styx, it splits the world apart, and nothing can get through it.

But at some point, these seven bridges appeared, and they crossed the River Styx, as if sealing it downstream, from upstream to downstream, sealing the River Styx.

Seven bridges, among the eight major sects, except for Luo Tianzong, each sect is in charge of one. And every time the sect is in the big competition, the monks step on the second level of the big competition, and they come to this world, and with the protection of the Dao Bridge, they can survive here temporarily. After crossing the bridge, we returned to the Hongyu Continent.

At the end of every bridge, in this world, there is a person.

They are all members of various sects, and they have come here to guard the Dao Bridge in their respective sects. And because each bridge is too far away from each other, the strangeness of this world makes it impossible for them to move at high speed at will, and they are all alone in the town all year round. Boring and tasteless guards.

Because low-level monks can't survive here, the people who come here to guard are all monks who refine their minds. Even they can't be exposed for too long, and need to stay in special circles.

The monk guarding the bridge of the Sword Sect's Dao Bridge was a man, a shallow sword mark on his face fell on the right side of his brow, his long black hair was messily draped, the clothes of a disciple of the Sword Sect were already shabby, and he was holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, which was just an ordinary long sword made by blacksmiths in the mortal world.

He has been guarding the town here for a period of sixty years, and after this big competition, someone will come to take his place, and when the time comes, he can go wherever he wants, and he will not have to return to the sect for at least a hundred years.

Being free has always been his favorite thing. When the time comes, a pot of wine and a sword, he will travel through the heavens and all the worlds.

At the thought of wine, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

I don't know if the Li family's liquor shop in the small village outside the sect is still there.

Just as he was thinking about the wine he hadn't tasted for years, his brow suddenly furrowed, and he felt that something was wrong.

Look up.

But I saw the monks on the bridge in front of me, all walking separately.

Although the monks who went up to the Dao Bridge couldn't see the others, they were all in the same place, but they couldn't see each other. Everyone thought they were walking alone on the bridge of the Ask, but in fact they were just passing with everyone else.

Some people walk fast, some people walk slowly, and those who walk fast have already reached the third section of the Wendao Bridge, but no matter how fast they walked before, when they reached the third section, they all slowed down and couldn't move a step for a long time. At the forefront, it is the Gonglianghua of Tianzong.

But it wasn't these people who made him feel strange.

His gaze swept and fell on the little friar at the back of the Dao Bridge.

It can be seen that this little monk is cultivating Luo Tiangong, but I don't know if he is a casual cultivator or a disciple of Luo Tianzong. I saw him squatting on the ground, holding a short knife in his hand and carving on the Dao Bridge.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked at the monk with a strange look in his eyes.

It is not that there are no monks in history who want to start on the lines on this Dao bridge and try to solve the second level.

However, even the most talented characters have never completed these lines. Almost all of them were crushed on the last line.

The bridge is divided into three sections, but in fact, the lines of each section are the same, if the lines of the first section are cracked, the road behind is smooth.

However, the last of these lines is the road pattern.

Only those who comprehend the Great Dao can crack it. Comprehending the Great Dao and carrying the Great Dao can only be done by monks in the transcendent realm.

Not to mention these disciples who participated in the sect's big competition, even he didn't touch a single point of "Dao".

The little monk didn't know who it was, but he was here to try to crack the opening pattern, and when he saw that the lines behind him had been filled, he shook his head, not planning to look any further.

There is no need for it, although he is a little monk with good talent, and his age is only fifteen years old, with such qualifications, he will definitely achieve something in the future, but now, he is going to fail.

In this big competition, this son will definitely have no achievements, but in the future, there will definitely be a place in the monk world.

But before he could take a few breaths of his gaze, his face suddenly changed, and he raised his head suddenly, full of disbelief.

Actually......

It's over!

The little friar stood up, and at his feet, the lines writhed, and came out of the bridge and gathered into a beam of light into the little friar's body.

He......

He broke the pattern!

I saw that the little monk continued to walk, his steps were light, and all those who were in front of him were easily overtaken by him. Walking on the second section of the Wendao Bridge, everyone else fell into the illusion and did not dare to take a step easily, but he strode through the second section of the Wendao Bridge.

Then came the third stage, and I saw him hesitate for a moment, then take another step into the third stage.

The third paragraph of the Dao Bridge is killing intent.

The path of a monk should not be afraid of all things and go against the sky. Here will be able to disperse the clouds to the killing intent to condense, just like the killing god in the sea of blood here, the butcher knife is raised high, to cut down. If you have a little timidity in your heart, you can't take a single step in this paragraph. Even if you can resist that killing intent, it will take a lot of effort to get through this section.

But......

The killing intent here didn't seem to have any impact on the little monk, step by step, and Gong Lianghua, who was at the front, was directly surpassed by him.

It only took two or three steps for the minor friar to leave the Ask-Ask Bridge.

The man guarding the bridge had a smile on his face.

It's really interesting, this Jiazi's time, I can see this person, but it's not a waste.

He took a few deep looks at the little friar and kept him in his mind.

It won't be long before they meet again, perhaps.