Yue Fan was a little surprised, Qinghuo's cultivation was the highest cultivation among all the cultivators now, and he had the cultivation of the eleventh layer of immortal disciples, how could he still make such a mess, and besides, there were only fifty or sixty people who came out of their group, in this way, the people present now are all combined, and there are less than two hundred, where are the rest of the people?

Yue Fan faintly had a bad premonition, walked a few steps quickly, and walked towards the Qinghuo people.

Without waiting for Yue Fan and the others to greet him, a miserable smile appeared on Qinghuo's resolute face, looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, he shook his head, and said: Dead, only a few of us are left, and the rest of us are all killed by the monsters on the bridge, and their voices are extremely hoarse.

Although Yue Fan's heart sank, he handed Qinghuo a bottle of water from the storage ring and said, "Say it slowly."

After a while, through Qinghuo's story, Yue Fan and the others understood why more than a hundred of them were teleported to the lowest black stone bridge, but only these fifty or sixty people came out, and almost all of them were injured.

It's really that the strength of the monsters they encountered is too perverted, and there are too many of them, according to Qinghuo, before they have walked half the distance of the Nai He Bridge, the monsters in the blood pool under the Nai He Bridge began to attack everyone on the bridge, almost all of the monsters have the cultivation of the eighth order of the immortal apprentice, and in the end, there was a tenth order of the immortal apprentice, the monster with the wolf head and the eagle body, and the two huge claw marks on Qinghuo's body were left at that time.

It's no wonder that less than half of them are left, if Yue Fan and the others are teleported to the lowest stone bridge, I'm afraid it won't be much better than it, which also makes Yue Fan somewhat clearly understand the meaning of the merit value that Zhuang Lao said before.

This merit value, the more the better, looking at the group of monks who were teleported to the top level, it can almost be said that they crossed this bridge unscathed, and compared to Qinghuo them, it can be said that it is a heaven and an earth.

At this moment, as the yellow mist dissipated, Qinghuo and the others who came out noticed the endless sea of flowers in front of them, and each mouth let out an exclamation: Oh my God, what did I see, the sea of flowers on the other side, how could there be so many flowers on the other side, oh, there are even yellow and white mandala flowers, have we entered the realm of death?!

In the middle of everyone, a fifth-order immortal monk said a little madly when he saw the endless sea of flowers in front of him, and his voice revealed great fear.

What? Yue Fan took a few steps forward, and said with some urgency, this fellow Daoist, do you have an understanding of these flowers in front of you? Can you tell them?

Qinghuo and all the monks came over and looked at the talented monk.

Oh, ah! I also once saw a few words in an ancient book, only to know that this flower is an ominous flower, the red one is called Manzhu Sahua, which sucks people's souls, and the yellow and white one is called Mandala Hua, there is no record of any ability in the ancient books, but it should be more terrifying than the red flower, I didn't expect this to be true, I actually saw this three-color flower! The monk muttered to himself in fear.

Yue Fan and the others' hearts sank, a sea of flowers on the other side in front of them, just looking at it from a distance, there was a sense of depression from the soul, if it was really walked over, God knows what would happen, and immediately many people looked towards the road and wanted to bypass this road.

But when they looked back at the road, everyone let out another exclamation, and Yue Fan was also surprised, because the three-story bridge they had just passed by, when they looked at it again, it had disappeared without a trace, only a rushing and roaring yellow river, rolling and flowing, and there was a prohibition in the sky above the river, blocking them from crossing.

"Well, it seems that we have really broken into an evil place, you should be careful, we may have no way back now, we can only move forward!" Qinghuo said at this moment, seeing that his face was quite calm, not showing a frightened look like many monks, but calmly opened his mouth to comfort.

This made Yue Fan's perception of him change, looking at his mind was also extraordinary, and especially in such a strange environment, what he said, coupled with his calm performance and his cultivation, could indeed give the rest of the monks a sense of reassurance, which made Yue Fan also have a trace of admiration for him.

The rest of the monks seemed to have a backbone, and unconsciously leaned around the green fire.

Yue Fan, they continued to move forward.

When he walked in, Yue Fan and the others found that in the middle of this endless sea of flowers, there was a path about three zhang wide, and there were no flowers growing on it, as if it was a road specially set aside for everyone.

Although it felt a little weird, Yue Fan and the others didn't want to walk directly through the sea of flowers on the other side, and the group of people cautiously stepped on this somewhat weird path.

The blood-red flowers on the other side are extremely charming, and from a distance, there seems to be a faint layer of blood mist permeating the flowers. Yue Fan walked among these evil flowers, always feeling that something was wrong, and the feeling of danger slowly permeated his heart.

Yue Fan reminded: You have to be careful, I feel that something is wrong, and before I finished speaking, suddenly, all the evil flowers around them were like crazy, dancing wildly, and suddenly wrapped around his feet.

The flowers on the other side began to grow wildly, and all the flowers rose from more than half a meter tall to two meters directly, drowning more than a hundred monks in the sea of blood-colored flowers.

From a distance, the sea of red flowers on the other side was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the blood-colored branches danced wildly, like the claws of demons.

Yue Fan's spiritual power surged all over his body, and the silver-white shield protected his upper body inside, and at the same time, he drew his long sword and slashed at the blood-colored filaments wrapped around his feet.

To Yue Fan's surprise, although these blood-red filaments looked like thin hairsprings, as if they could be torn off with a little force, when Yue Fan's spiritual weapon long sword infused with spiritual power slashed at it, he found that this filament was really tenacious, and Yue Fan's sword with all his strength only cut an undetectable gap on it, and it recovered in an instant.

Yue Fan felt that the flower vines wrapped around his body, like tentacles, firmly tightened his body, and at the same time, these flower vines were like sponges absorbing water, and they actually began to frantically absorb the life energy in his body, which was even more terrifying than a vampire.

Damn! Yue Fan was furious, urging the spiritual power of his whole body, trying to break free of the shackles of these blood-red filigree, but what made Yue Fan feel even more shocked was that the red filigree on the other side was actually absorbing the spiritual power in his body, and his struggle was almost useless.