In just a moment, a black ball formed by hundreds of soul chains was formed on the bridge seven feet. The outer periphery of the "black ball" is a dense and tightly bound soul lock, the lower end of the black ball is a straight and trembling soul chain, and the other end of the soul chain is the cuffs of the hundreds of girls. And at this moment, their expressions were full of pain.

Mo Zhongqing didn't know that this seemingly infinitely long soul chain was actually limited, as long as the girl's soul power was exhausted, then this soul chain would disappear, in short, this was a lose-lose method.

But Meng Po didn't care, because they were just tools, just dead things. She casually glanced at the black ball that was constantly tightening in the air, then turned around, waved her crutches and said, "Lock in Lethe, never be reborn!"

The girls were ordered, leading the black ball to sink slowly, and there was a little difference between the bridge deck, the look was as usual, and Meng Po's face changed suddenly, Huo Ran turned around and saw that the black ball was actually a wooden sword blade, and poked out a hole with a "ding" sound, and the hundreds of girls trembled between the lightning and stone fire, and the hundreds of soul chains immediately shook three times, and the black sphere was even bigger and smaller and wanted to shatter, not a few, but when I heard the black ball, I shouted: "Break!"

As soon as this word passed, the black ball suddenly exploded, and thousands of soul chains shot open, and the broken chain buckles suddenly slammed into all directions, hitting the potholes on the bridge deck, stone chips flying violently, hundreds of girls fell down one after another, and the sound of mourning continued, and there were only ten people who could struggle to rise again.

Meng Po saw the soul lamps all over the ground and the soul envoys whose life and death were unknown, and she was angry in her heart, and said: "Waste!" and looked at Zhengyi with an iron face full of anger.

At this time, the incarnation of Zhengyi Yuan God was already a little faint and thin, which showed that it was not easy to break the "black ball" in one fell swoop, and Fang Cai needed to continuously send Yuan Yang to protect his soul for Mo Zhongqing, resulting in a huge loss, but his spirit was still strong, he helped Mo Zhongqing to walk to the bridge and slowly descended to the bridge, and said to Meng Po: "Poor Dao offended, please open the enchantment and let the two of us return." ”

Meng Po said coldly: "The old man said that no one on the bridge can turn back!"

As he spoke, he saw Meng Po beating his cane, and immediately the entire Nai He Bridge was shaking three times, Mo Zhongqing was surprised in his heart, and he saw that the bridge surface Huo Ran changed color. Inch by inch jade bridge deck cracked and peeled off, both shriveled like withered branches and vines of the ghost hands rushed to break the bridge, hundreds of dead souls on the bridge deck were dragged into the bridge, those who were still barely active although they were controlled by Meng Po, although there was still no expression on their little faces, from their efforts to break free from the ghost hands on their ankles, there was still some instinct to survive. As for Meng Po's lack of ghost hands within half a zhang, she seems to be quite in awe of her.

At the same time, several pairs of thin dry hands also grabbed the ankles of the two of them, and without saying a word, the wooden sword was swung to cut it off, and several pairs followed, entangled the two of them and could not break free. What's even worse is that Mo Zhongqing's body is outside, and this soul body is not as "strong" as Zhengyi's Yang God, standing on the bridge and being pulled one after another, it actually sank quickly!

Immediately, this wooden Dao sword actually made a sound of gold and iron, and gave birth to a circle of light that swept across the bridge deck, and where the light passed, hundreds of demons danced like dry hands, just like a sickle cutting leeks! As soon as he took advantage of the situation, he pulled Mo Zhongqing's soul back to the bridge deck and looked around with a solemn face.

It turned out that when the two of them were unable to use the wooden sword town bridge deck, the entire Naihe bridge was unrecognizable. When the stones peeled off from the surface, a wriggling, dry body floated on the surface.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that most of these air-dried flesh are human bodies. Their eyes are dark and hollow, their skin and bones, like bacon in the winter moon, their limbs are twisted and deformed, overlapping and squeezing, and they are desperately trying to break free from the bridge.

But Rao is like this, as the countless dried corpses in the bridge continue to slap the bridge, the wooden sword also began to tremble slightly, obviously, there is not much time left for the two of them, not to mention that Meng Po, who is eyeing the tiger, has not taken action in person until now!

"How can this be?"

Mo Zhongqing was anxious in his chest, desperately searching his stomach and intestines but still found nothing, it seemed that all the wisdom and strategies were also a blank sheet of paper in front of Meng Po, who had the right time, place and people, and it was useless.

Mo Zhongqing has never been so discouraged.

On the other hand, Meng Po was calm and relaxed, her face was calm, and there was never a trace of superfluous expression on her face like orange peel. Such an opponent is undoubtedly terrible and invulnerable. She no longer ordered the rest of the soul guards to come forward and round them up, just staring at the two of them with their backs bent like this, knowing that they would never turn back.

"Little friend, are you terrible to death?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm afraid of death because I still have a chance to live. But today you have to die, and there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

As soon as he asked abruptly, Mo Zhongqing said calmly, and the two looked at each other for a moment and both laughed.

In the midst of laughter, Mo Zhongqing looked at Mo Li, who was holding a jade lotus lamp in the distance, and thought that once he had suffered from his realm, not only did he not obtain the soul rejuvenation flower to save Dong Zhaoyi, but he also affected others everywhere, and his chest suddenly became sad, and his expression couldn't help but gloom and said: "It's just a pity, it's really not worth it to go to death with the younger generation." ”

As soon as he saw Mo Zhongqing's words, he didn't care about the wooden sword that was already violently trembling on the bridge deck, and suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, how is it not worth it, Poor Dao has always believed that standing in the world and being worthy of one's heart is worth it because of righteousness!"

"Is it worth it because of righteousness?"

Without waiting for Mo Zhongqing to chew this sentence repeatedly, Zhengyi looked at the stunned Mo Li with his gaze again, and said with a faint light in his eyes: "That little friend still wants to save her?"

Mo Zhongqing said without hesitation: "She is kind to her juniors, but now she is implicated because of her juniors, how can she not save her? It's a pity that the juniors can't catch it! Now she can't even take care of herself." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

"Huh?"

Mo Zhongqing was not surprised, but saw that Zhengyi Zhenren had already held down the hilt of the sword on the bridge with one hand, and immediately the wooden sword body suddenly shook and froze, as if it were a chime stone. Mo Zhongqing thought that Zhengyi made it Kunlun's "one gas to calm the world" kung fu to re-town thousands of dried corpses in the bridge, but unexpectedly, Zheng's face was solemn, and he actually "snorted", pulled out the wooden sword, and did not wait for thousands of ghost hands to break through the bridge again, the person had suddenly turned into a virtual shadow, and Mo Zhongqing's soul body became one, Mo Zhongqing heard someone in his mind say like this before he could react: "Little friend, listen well, everything must not be hopeless until the last moment, my generation of cultivators is to walk in the ups and downs, and preach in the heat and cold!" Now that you have entered the Tao with love, you must use "my feelings" to appreciate the world's feelings, so that you can always distinguish between them, so that you can have no discriminating mind, and you can always have me, and you can finally prove that there is no self! This is the ancestral precept of my Kunlun faction, you can remember!"

Mo Zhongqing was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't have time to think about the true meaning of the words, but he subconsciously felt that it was not good: "Real person!"

"Don't worry, the poor road enters the Tao with righteousness, and naturally you have to go to the next level! And now, the poor road will bring the little friend to witness my way! Look. ”

As he spoke, he saw that the Zhengyi Yuan Shen was completely hidden in Mo Zhongqing's soul, at this moment, the heart and the heart were connected, the Yuan Shen and the soul intersected, and before the ghost hand attacked, Mo Zhongqing had suddenly turned into several phantoms.

For a while, the sword shadows flew all over the sky, and the vultures interacted with each other, but the wind on the bridge was agitated, and a mighty sword intent emerged.

The dried corpses formed by tens of thousands of fierce souls finally climbed out of the bridge before they could cry and bep, and were suddenly dismembered by the sword intent, and the dry corpses under the bridge saw this scene and rushed to the Wanchuan River, lest they would harm themselves if they were too late.

Such an action was the heartfelt horror of thousands of living beings, the fear of death, and even more so the surging sword intent that was endless!

Mo Zhongqing was at the center of this Haoran sword intent, and he couldn't help himself, knowing that although this surging sword intent came out of his own hand, it was performed by Zhengyi's Yuan Shen with his own full strength, not his true strength. However, whether it is the exquisite sword moves of the righteous envoy or the mysteries of all kinds of deeds, they are all presented unreservedly, and they are also unobstructed from the inside. Although Mo Zhongqing couldn't use the Taotao Sword Intent, he could feel the invincible momentum of the Sword Intent at this moment, and he immediately felt empathy and immersion.

"Here you go!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and after the words, a wave of true qi rushed into the dantian, Mo Zhongqing was stunned and immediately blessed with a heart, and his heart was full of pride, he held the sword in his hand, still holding the unparalleled faith, he looked at Meng Po, and he was already moving forward!

Hmmm——!

In one go, the sword intent is forgotten!

The water of the Lechuan River under the bridge suddenly set off a violent wind and wave with the fierce sword intent and hit the bridge deck, and Mo Zhongqing turned into a beam of light in this turbulent wave, a fierce sword intent. Meng Po's face was gloomy, he shook his wooden staff, and paused heavily towards the bridge deck, and immediately, the bridge grew wildly at a speed that could not be discerned by the naked eye, and the distance between Meng Po and the speed sword light was getting longer and longer in an instant. But it was only an instant, but the swift sword light suddenly disappeared into the bridge!

"Impossible!"

Meng Po was furious and clenched the wooden staff on the spot, and her rickety body suddenly straightened. Where did he go, could it be that this kid had no obsession in his heart? Could he have crossed the bridge of Naihe that grew with the obsession in his heart? No, it was absolutely impossible! Obsession can cross life and death, not to mention that kid was still thinking about a woman in his heart!