"Boy, you're ......"

At this moment, Meng Po's orange-peel-like wrinkled face seemed to be covered with a touch of frost, and her hood and cloak were blown by gusts of wind, and she was stunned on the spot as soon as she said the words, and in addition to the pair of eyes that concealed the essence of the light, she could still turn left and right, and it seemed that even lifting her thin fingers had become a luxury, and her whole body was frozen in an almost weird posture.

This was not her original intention, it was only now that she realized that she was locked by an inexplicable Haoran sword intent, and she couldn't even lift the wooden staff, she just looked at Mo Zhongqing who was standing with a sword seven steps away, staring at it, the light in her eyes became more and more intense, and she looked extremely ashamed, this emotion was really humiliating for her!

Mo Zhongqing took a deep breath, and suddenly took a step closer with his sword, although he walked very slowly, it seemed to be particularly difficult, but he was very firm, this was like walking in the mud, walking in the lake, knowing that the road was bumpy but still alone.

Immediately, between the two of them in just five steps, a cyclone suddenly broke out, and where the cyclone passed, tens of thousands of 'dried corpses' under the bridge accelerated to escape, revealing the gray and white bridge body again in an instant, and several surviving souls suddenly became confused in their eyes, and Mo Li, who was holding the jade lotus lantern, was even more delicate, and hurriedly looked at Meng Po and Mo Zhongqing in the bridge.

At the same time, Mo Zhongqing took another step, and just this step away, he saw Meng Po's silver hair suddenly raised without wind, and the wooden staff in his hand was crackling and full of holes by the invisible wind for some reason.

In a moment, but listening to the wooden cane's 'click', a mournful cry actually broke at the waist. The shaved sawdust pierced Meng Po's body with the strange wind, and although there was no blood, her figure became more and more dim, and it looked like the oil had run out.

At this moment, Meng Po was still holding on to half of the wooden staff, although her body was clumsy, she was still tenacious and unyielding and had never fallen, she stared at Mo Zhongqing four steps away with her angry eyes, and watched him use the Lingyun sword intent to break through his heavy protection and go faster and faster, destroying all the way, unstoppable!

Three steps, two steps, one step, and suddenly, the sword blade was already a foot away in front of him, but he suddenly heard an exclamation: "Don't!"

Immediately, a black shadow flashed, and although it was not blocked in the trajectory of the sword at all, the wooden sword still stopped suddenly. The black shadow crawled on the ground and saw that it was not blocked by the tip of the sword at all, so he hurriedly got up again, blocked the tip of the wooden sword with his eyebrows, and begged bitterly: "Don't, please... She's my mother-in-law!"

Mo Zhongqing was stunned, although he didn't know why Mo Li still had to protect him at this time, but he knew that this time and the indomitable momentum had been lost, and this sword could no longer be pierced no matter what.

He felt pity, withdrew his sword, and saw Mo Li whirling and laughing, and there was no murderous intent in his chest, but who knew that he suddenly heard a warning from the Yuan Shen: "Be careful!"

The sound passed, but it was too late, Mo Zhongqing had just remorseful in his heart, and he saw that Mo Li's eyes were in pain and gradually fell silent, and the half-cut wooden staff that was hit by the sword intent had already been punched out of Mo Li's left chest, and suddenly pierced his chest, and the two of them were violently taken by Mo Li, and both fell under the bridge!

"Ahem、...... The old man said, "No one can turn back from the bridge, no!"

Meng Po on the bridge looked very inward-looking, and roared angrily at the empty bridge, as if this was the only way to vent the humiliation that Fang had just suffered.

For a long time, she felt the chill from the water of the Lechuan River dozens of zhang, and the anger in her chest gradually subsided, and then sighed, and the wrinkles on her face deepened: "Ah Li, my mother-in-law can't stand you, but the rules of the realm are unbreakable, don't complain about your mother-in-law's cruel heart." ”

After that, Meng Po resolutely turned around and looked resolute, but no one expected that just when she had just walked a few steps and picked up half of the wooden staff and stone bowl on the ground, a woman's voice actually overshadowed the rumbling sound of water, and it came coldly from all directions: "A good sentence that the rules of the earth boundary cannot be broken, no wonder there are countless unjust souls in the bridge!"

"Who ——!"

Meng Po snorted loudly, seeing that the mist turned into the water of the Lechuan River became more and more dense, although she couldn't see half of the person, she was a little frightened for some reason.

"Who am I? I'm a little girl who was killed by my mother-in-law, are you afraid, I'm here to ask for my life!"

There was a three-point banter in this woman's voice, and the voice sounded very close, but Meng Po couldn't see her, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Where did the desolate soul dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of the gate of the earthly realm!"

The woman snorted disdainfully, and said unmoved: "Actually, I think you are still a little pitiful mother-in-law." ”

"Why is the old body pitiful!" Meng Po subconsciously paused the wooden staff, but suddenly found that the wooden staff was broken in half, and her heart couldn't help but empty.

The woman's voice was the same as before: "Because you are obsessed, the person you are waiting for has always come, and you refuse to drink the water of forgetfulness at the head of the bridge all day long, but you have repeatedly persuaded the world to drink it, you see, isn't this very pitiful? Why don't you drink it now?"

Meng Po replied like this before, and naturally wanted to try to determine her position through dialogue! Unexpectedly, the woman was so familiar with the inside story, she couldn't help but turn around sharply and look at the fog around her, and said angrily: "Who are you! Don't hide, get out!"

"Hehe, this palace will never hide its head and tail, if you don't believe it, your mother-in-law will just look under the bridge. ”

Meng Po was suspicious, half-convinced and moved to the side of the bridge, looked carefully at the fog under the bridge, at first found nothing, and gradually suddenly saw two lanterns in the fog, the lanterns suddenly appeared a huge black shadow, reflecting the bridge suddenly darkened.

"You!"

Meng Po was stunned and almost let out a startled sound, and her body involuntarily retreated backwards, and in the mist by the bridge in front of him, she saw a behemoth appear in front of her.

This behemoth is born with giant antlers, rabbit eyes are like a pair of lanterns, the seven-foot silver whiskers under the mouth are alive, there is no wind to raise and be fearful, and a body of white scales looming in the clouds and mist is dragged back and forth under the bridge, seemingly careless, but in fact it is very similar to showing off its might, and look at it from a distance, what is the white dragon that is not the heavy Yu?

It turned out that Chongyu was guarding the body of Zhengyi and Mo Zhongqing at the edge of the realm, and seeing that Zhengyi's spirit had not returned for a long time, her soul went out of her body and escaped into the realm to explore, and in this realm, her soul was not limited by Bai Suyi's body, and she was finally able to show the posture of a dragon.

"Hehe, what's the matter, this palace didn't lie to you, did it?"

In the rumbling sound, the white dragon crocodile swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog in its mouth, and the clouds and fog became thicker in one breath and one breath. Meng Po stared at it tightly for a while, and quietly sprinkled a colorless powder behind her, and the powder immediately went southwest, and after doing all this, Fang Cai said with a slightly cold face: "Ying Long! This is the Nai He Bridge in the Earth Realm, not the Tianhe River in the Immortal Realm, you and I don't interfere with the river water, you and I should never come here to be strong!"

This Meng Po didn't know Chongyu's true identity, but she was Ying Long, who had successfully crossed the catastrophe and ascended to the heavenly realm, and found that Mo Zhongqing, who was lying between the pair of antlers before falling off the bridge, made a decision, sprinkled the 'spirit guide', and sat down to wait for the Yin soldiers to help.

"This palace has always been casual, and as long as I want to take care of it, I will take care of the rivers in this huge tree. ”

Chongyu's faint words made Meng Po's murderous thoughts even stronger, and when she looked at the jade-colored flower on the other side of Mo Zhongqing's arms, her face became cloudy, and after a while, she said in a deep voice: "Okay! You return the flower on that kid's body to the old body, this kid's soul and the Zhengyi Yuan Shen will be taken away by you, and the old body will be treated as if nothing happened!"

Meng Po made such a concession with the intention of delaying.

She knew that she might not be the opponent of this Ying Long when she fought alone, so she swallowed her anger again and again, pretending to be around. But who knew that Chongyu was actually a master who had to inch in, I saw her snort, and her snort blew the cloak on Meng Po's body like a broken piece, and she raised her dragon head and squinted the dragon's eyes unscrupulously and said: "The people of this palace want it, and this flower also wants it!"

Meng Po was really angry by this brutal and domineering tone, and at this time, the southwest direction finally rolled up a huge yin wind towards the Nai He Bridge, and in the haze, I saw that the Yin soldiers were all skinny and bones like stiff skeletons, and the sword halberd in his hand was broken and wore rusty armor and broken boots, and his movements were dull and sluggish, like a bone puppet, and he looked lifeless.

But Chongyu had no doubt about the restraint of this group of Yin soldiers on the soul, and Chongyu never forgot that although she was incarnated as Ying Long at this moment, she was ultimately a soul body, so she had already retreated after saying a word, and just turned the dragon's head to leave, who knew that Meng Po was waiting for this time: "Where to go, this is how the bridge never puts any soul to turn back! Even if you are Ying Long in the heavenly realm!"

Meng Po was already ready to launch with half of the wooden staff, which was tantamount to a thunderous blow, and the end was powerful and fast. But where do you know the weight of the dragon realm, can be big and small, can be promoted and hidden, big is Xingyun and spitting fog, and small is hidden and hidden. Meng Po's blow rose into the sky, but unexpectedly, the dragon body suddenly disappeared in the electric light, stone fire, and Mo Zhongqing, who was lying between the horns, and the jade white flower fell in an instant; Meng Po's face changed, and she subconsciously reached out to catch the jade white flower, but she didn't know that her heart suddenly hurt, and a thin dragon like an earthworm had passed by.

Meng Po was caught off guard and let go of the jade white flower, and her body slammed into the bridge. In an instant, Chongyu turned into a dragon shape, steadily supporting Mo Zhongqing and Yubai flowers who had their own falling bodies in the air, but this was a slight delay, and there were many swords and halberds in the haze not far away, faintly cold light, and suddenly, it was nearly halfway.

Seeing this, Chongyu still didn't leave, looking at Meng Po who was like ashes on the ground, raised his dragon head, and his words were like a cold wind in winter: "Old thing——!!

"Who is coming, stop hurting Meng Po!!"