One end of the thin line submergs into the sea, and the bronze fairy hall that sits on the three-petal golden lotus shines out, and falls into the Qianzhang Mountain in an arc.

The mountains and seas trembled, empty, there was an indescribable dead silence, there was no trace of business, as if everything was stagnant, as if time had come to an end and the years had collapsed.

"What's going on?" Chen An's heart was restless, and there was a very special fluctuation coming from the slender Hongqiao silk thread.

Ye Chenxi's face was heavy, and he flew lightly into the air, "I don't know, I've been hiding here all these years, and many people have passed through here, but these visions haven't appeared here before. ”

Chen Anzhi nodded slightly, this place is too mysterious, there are many unknown but traceable signs, such as the three-petaled golden lotus and the shaking light disciple, and the bronze immortal hall sunk at the bottom of the sea, the former once existed in three states and five places, and the latter appeared in the depths of the 100,000 mountains outside the Great Wall three thousand years ago, but the bronze immortal hall at that time was even more huge, causing an uproar in the 100,000 mountains.

At this moment, the dead sea water suddenly boiled, and the shadow that had been still for a long time slowly moved, and the huge bubble exploded, and the sea water sank and gushed out, and a huge spring gushed from the shadow as the center, flowing down from all sides.

In an instant, there was a breath from Qianzhang Mountain, accompanied by a piercing roar, like the top of the mountain, suffocating, Chen Anzhi's soul seemed to have been hit by lightning, his body was shaken, and he almost collapsed to the ground, almost unable to stand firmly.

The snow-white skeleton immediately knelt on the ground, the skull hung slightly, like a general facing the emperor, and the shaking corpse floating in the water all turned around, gathered in a circle, kneeling on the ground, the lotus arm leaned forward, and the hands were together, obviously the hands were empty, but they seemed to be holding extremely precious objects.

Looking down on the past, it is like a hollow white lotus, the white lotus is swaying, full of vitality, sprinkling clear light, a piece of magnificence.

The three-petaled golden lotus that is silent at the bottom of the sea is sprinkled with golden light, slowly rising, like a golden lotus canopy, the white lotus flower is suspended in mid-air, and the golden light and white light of the stars fall in the air and dissipate, sacred and beautiful.

However, the two people standing on the shore were not in the mood to appreciate it at all, Ye Chenxi fell down instantly because of this howling, and couldn't rise at all, he raised his head suddenly, looking at Qianzhang Mountain, a pair of smart big eyes were full of fear, and there was no previous playfulness, "What is this?"

Chen Anzhi's expression was solemn, his body was like being stuck in mud, his face was solemn, and he said, "What the hell is going on?"

Ye Chenxi shook his head slowly, his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know, from the time you stepped here, there was a change that I hadn't seen in three thousand years. ”

Thousands of feet above the sea, the rainbow line slowly fell down, reflecting the shadows below.

The sea water fell with a clatter, and the true face of the shadow was revealed when the rainbow line was completely submerged, which was originally a majestic long bridge, connecting the starry sky road with Qianzhang Mountain.

A faint mist lingers around the long bridge, sometimes steaming up, sometimes falling like a butterfly, this magnificent stone bridge comparable to the long river, majestic, engraved with various patterns, full of the breath of time.

"Ahh

The hazy brilliance that flowed out, the golden glow overflowing from the lotus canopy, like a tide, surging away, the original vigorous faces of the young boys and girls behind instantly dried up, and the full flesh and blood dried down, like rotten old bark,

It's just that in an instant, the vigorous teenager and girl turned into an old man in the last years of his life, his face was wrinkled, his body was rickety, and his flesh and blood were dry, and in the sight of Chen Anzhi and the two, they fell down like dust, like thousands of years, fleeting, and piles of powder stood quietly, which made people creepy.

A dozen lives disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was silence.

If it weren't for Mu Chunjian to hold up a barrier for Chen Anzhi and the others to defend the golden tide from the outside, I'm afraid their fate would not be much better than that group of people.

It's just that without thinking too much, a streamer of light swept through the sky in an instant, and quickly rushed towards the long bridge.

A layer of golden light appeared around the young man who had been standing on the edge, like golden flowing water rolling and moving, a thin layer of illusory transparency, and there was a real dragon swimming on it vaguely, opening his teeth and dancing claws, and the momentum was amazing.

The boy was like a frightening wave, and he disappeared in a flash, and his whole body glowed with golden brilliance.

The young man who was waiting for the opportunity suddenly moved, causing Chen An's heart to sink, and he glanced at Ye Chenxi, and the majestic and turbulent aura surged around the two of them, following behind the young man.

It's just that the young man just swept to the long bridge, and the void rippled, and the figure immediately disappeared in mid-air, without a trace.

Chen Anzhi took a deep breath, and a strange fluctuation came from the long bridge, and Ye Chenxi said in a deep voice: "It's not good, there is a vision!"

As soon as the words fell, a majestic force tore at them, trying to drag them across the stone bridge and into the Qianzhang Mountain.

Chen Anzhi nodded, the sea of spirit boiled, and the golden light flowed all over his body.

Ye Chenxi's body was haunted by the white aura that could not be extinguished, but he still couldn't ask for restraint, in front of that force, the two of them were like boats in the angry waves, tearing them apart.

The long and heavy bell rang out in the mountains and seas that should have been quiet, and the starlight was blurred, like the quicksand shattered by the bell, spreading the Milky Way and hanging in the dark night sky.

It's a mountain, a very small mountain. There is no mountain, as if it has been cut horizontally, on top of a thousand zhang mountains.

The terrifying aura rushed to his face and smashed heavily on Chen Anzhi's body, as if there was a terrifying powerful existence entrenched on the mountain, exuding his majesty, making people tremble involuntarily.

Chen Anzhi's heart beats violently like a drum, this is a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart, the power is naturally restrained, so that people can't fight, only fear.

Ye Chenxi trembled, pointed to the foot of the mountain, a small tree was flowing with ruiqi, swirling clouds and mist, overflowing with brilliance, if it weren't for the fact that this place was too weird, it would definitely be thought to be a fairy tree treasure medicine.

But the small tree half a zhang high, at this moment full of flowers, black and white petals look very weird, snow-white petals like pure moonlight, partial and stained with blood, one after another, from time to time falling.

The petals are as black as paper ashes, wrapped in mist, containing dead air, circling and rising between heaven and earth.

Chen Anzhi took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the back of the small tree, a ditch made of mountain stones stained with the smell of time, and a red trickle flowed down from the top of the mountain, irrigating the small tree for nutrients.

"This is the blood of the saints. Chen Anzhi hesitated, but his words were less confident, the blood was full of Tao rhyme, although the blood of the saint has a Tao rhyme, but it is far less rich than this, it is said to be the blood of the saint, but it is more like the blood of the lord of the world.

"Bang dang... Bang Dang..."

The sound of the chain striking was mixed with the ringing of the bell, intermittently surging out of the mountain, and from time to time there was a suppressed low roar, and following the prestige, there was an extremely terrifying figure at the top, exuding an unrivaled might.

The graceful woman, dressed in white, was covered with blood, and blood gushed out from her body, converging into a small stream of water along her body, flowing down the rocks.

Behind it, an arm-thick chain is embedded in the shoulder blades, locking it firmly, and there are wind chimes hanging in the air, hanging down thousands of golden streamers, circulating solemn and solemn qi.

The face of the woman who was bound by the iron chain was extremely painful, and whenever she made a slight movement, there were small characters of Jin Xi floating on the iron chain, as if engraved on it, and the wind chimes shook lightly, and the falling air machine smashed on the woman's body, making her miserable and miserable.

As if sensing someone below, she suddenly fell silent and slowly raised her head to look down.

How to describe that face, even if the most talented scholar in the world searches his intestines and takes out the most beautiful poems, he will feel insulted to a woman.

On her beautiful face, she has long golden autumn eyes, but at this moment, there are two lines of blood and tears, dripping down her cheeks.

I don't know what I thought, the corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly, her face softened, and she gently pulled out a smile.

Chen Anzhi was stunned in place as if struck by lightning, but his smiling eyebrows and eyes were a little similar to the scholarly young man three thousand years ago.