Wang Fan cautiously and cautiously walked forward, this stone bridge seems to be extremely short, about ten zhang away, but as soon as Wang Fan stepped on it, he found that this stone bridge is particularly long, almost a hundred zhang away.

However, he didn't take this to heart, it was just a few steps away, but what he was worried about was the words on the black stone tablet: Just ask about this life, knock on the bridge.

As the name suggests, this second level must be a test of the Dao Heart, and this, in his own opinion, should not be difficult.

Looking up, on the other side of the bridge, there is also a whirlpool, slowly emerging.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Fan stepped forward step by step, and he was careful and engrossed in every step.

Gradually, the fog around me became thicker and thicker, and the whirlpool on the opposite side could not be seen at all. Subconsciously, he wanted to turn back, but the moment he turned back, a strong warning of danger arose in his heart, so he hurriedly gave up this idea.

Wang Fan's body was stunned, he stopped, and then he wanted to spread out his divine sense and probe around, but the result was that his divine sense could not come out of the sea at all, and he could only use a pair of eyes to check the surrounding situation.

Even so, the fog around him completely blocked his vision, and now it was true: blind eyes.

Wang Fan's face was gloomy, and after a few silences, he continued to walk forward.

This walk is another ten zhang.

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar behind him, that is, the stone bridge deck where he was standing shook a little, Wang Fan hurriedly stabilized his body, this sound was very familiar to him, it was the roar of the original eight-clawed tentacle monster.

At the same time, a breeze suddenly arose on the bridge, with a hint of fishy smell, which was terrible.

Wang Fan held his breath, did not look back, and continued to walk forward.

According to his analysis, most of this place was some kind of illusion, even the eight-clawed tentacle monster behind him.

Although the eight-clawed tentacle monster is strong, it is not able to run rampant here, how can it be here.

But the next scene made him doubt his guess a little.

Wang Fan only felt a burst of fishy hot breath coming from behind him, so that his back was wet, and at the same time, there was a trace of "sizzle" grinding sound around him.

He couldn't turn back, but he could imagine the eight-clawed tentacle monster's bloody jaw grinning behind his back, clinging to him.

However, although Wang Fan was shocked, he was not confused, although he was a little suspicious of his previous speculation, but he was more and more sure that as long as he kept walking forward, it would be absolutely impossible for the eight-clawed tentacle monster who did not know the truth to touch him.

At this moment, Wang Fan suddenly found that a black light on his right side flashed away, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, it was clearly a tentacle.

A cold sweat involuntarily slipped down his forehead, and he clearly saw that a corner of the sleeve of his right hand was missing.

Wang Fan took a deep breath, his steps were still steady, and he walked forward slowly, around his body, tentacles appeared more and more frequently, and there were already a lot of cracks in his clothes.

At the same time, the roar behind him became louder and louder, and the breeze generated became stronger and stronger, blowing his clothes and making his clothes crack, and a violent and bloodthirsty killing intent slowly came from behind.

Wang Fan glanced down at the rattling shirt, and couldn't help but show a sneer, if he still had some doubts about his guess just now, then he wouldn't now.

Because everything around him is fake, it's all illusion. Imagine a behemoth like an eight-clawed tentacle monster, if it was really behind him, he could just blow that breath and let him fly directly to the opposite side.

But now it seemed that he could only make his clothes dance, and he could now be completely sure that it was all illusion.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan no longer cared about the movements around him, was silent, and walked straight forward.

Even if the eight-clawed tentacle monster behind him attacked him with a huge shot from the depths, he looked calm and walked forward at a steady speed.

At the moment when he attacked Wang Fan's head, the tentacles "banged" and suddenly turned into a thick fog and dissipated around.

The next road was much easier, because he had penetrated the reality here, and there were many illusions related to him along the way, and he calmly faced them and sneered.

All the way to the ninety-nine zhang, when Wang Fan was about to take the last step, suddenly there was a shout from behind, and Rao is iron Dao heart couldn't help but tremble.

This sound, although not very loud, was like a thunderbolt in his mind, echoing in his mind.

His footsteps stopped involuntarily, his body trembled, his blood-red eyes suddenly cleared, and then a trace of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The shouting continued, and it grew louder and louder, even though he blocked his ears, but the shouting sounded directly in his head.

Even though he already knew that it was all an illusion, he just couldn't resist the urge to look back at the second elder again.

"Xiaofan...... Why don't you avenge us, you go back and tell me why, why ......" Wang Fan's father's deep voice said angrily.

The familiar voice came slowly, and the steps that Wang Fan was about to take were suddenly stunned, and his hands couldn't help but clench into fists, and they became tighter and tighter.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Fan closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was a hint of determination in his eyes, one step at a time, and he saw that he was about to take the last step, Wang Fan wanted to be here......

"Xiaofan...... You look back, my mother wants to see her baby......"

Hearing this, Wang Fan's originally ruthless heart couldn't help but soften, and the right foot that was originally taken out of the void couldn't help but be sudden, and a fragment of his childhood life with his father and mother suddenly floated in front of him.

Mother...... In addition to his father, he was the best person to him in his life, and every time he was naughty outside, he was inevitably scolded by his father when he got home, and even beat him with a wooden stick the size of a table leg.

And whenever he was beaten and ran around the house, his mother would run out halfway and protect her chicks like an old hen.

At this time, in the face of his mother's disobsessiveness, Wang Fan's father always fell behind, looked at her hatefully, and left with a wooden stick.

At this time, Wang Fan and his mother showed a similar smile, but then his mother said with a straight face: "Still laughing, hurry up and bring a bowl of tea over and apologize to your father." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan grinned, revealing a hint of fear, but then he did so.

One day, he ......

......

There are so many such things that he can't count them, or he doesn't want to count them, how can he count such beautiful memories?

Even though he knew it was all an illusion, it was so real that he trembled uncontrollably as if he had experienced it again.

Even if he could break through the illusion with a single thought, he didn't want to......

He was willing to go through it again, that beautiful memory......

From the outside, it can be seen that Wang Fan's whole person is entangled by the soul of injustice, the whole person is smoky, his whole body has become thin, and he may be blown by the wind at any time.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, the child must avenge you, and he must live well......" Wang Fan's thin face suddenly showed a hint of determination.

When he opened his eyes again, Wang Fan suddenly found that there were a large number of unjust souls wrapped around his body, and the skeletons under the bridge were climbing towards him.

Wang Fan's expression suddenly froze, and without hesitation, he used the "Extreme Realm", and a red lightning suddenly rushed out of his eyes.

The moment the extreme realm appeared, the unjust souls around them immediately sensed a terrifying aura, and when they were about to escape, they were all wiped out.

As for the skeletons under the bridge, they naturally also saw the appearance of the extreme realm, and they sent their hands one after another, falling towards the river below.

When Wang Fan was about to catch it all, he suddenly found that there was an extremely terrifying prohibition on this bridge, even if he used the Extreme Realm, he couldn't break through this prohibition.

After a little thought, Wang Fan gave up the idea of breaking this prohibition and continued to move forward.

Even though his father's voice was still ringing in his ears, he did not hesitate at all and took this last step firmly.

"Another Extreme Realm Cultivation—"

The moment he stepped into the end, his father's voice suddenly disappeared, but he heard it, like an illusory emotion.

After thinking about it carefully, Wang Fan found that he didn't hear any sound just now, even if he searched for his own memories, it was the same.

After making sure that he didn't hear any sound, Wang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to look at the stone bridge that made him "remember", and he couldn't tell whether he hated or liked it.

After a little silence, Wang Fan stepped into the whirlpool, and his figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.