Chapter 1842: But you can't cross the bridge
"Roar……"
seemed to sense the aura of strangers. One of the skeleton warriors wearing white armor and carrying a long-handled bone sickle suddenly roared, and he lowered his body to rush towards the crowd.
"Huh! Overpowered ants!!!"
Baili Yingxiong let out a cold snort, and suddenly burst into a group of extremely powerful and domineering aura.
With this cold snort of his blast, the bone skeleton froze fiercely, and the whole body suddenly fell apart completely, as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer, breaking into pieces of white bones. .
Chu Chen nodded gently, the aura attacks of the strong Tianhe were so overbearing!
Tianhe elementary powerhouse, even if he comes to a world like hell, he is also a powerhouse on the side of the famous town, not just a skeleton soldier can bully it.
breath is enough to kill it!
Feeling the power of this group of creatures, the surrounding low-level necromantic creatures such as skeleton soldiers, ghosts, zombies, etc. are all forbidden to greet each other, and they don't dare to approach anymore, but subconsciously hide away.
Only those death knights who seemed to be of a higher order were unhappy, and the skeletal warhorses that were sitting down crazily drove and fled to the distance.
"Have we reached our destination?"
In the eyes of this group of old monsters of the Tianhe-level, middle-level necrotic creatures like death knights are nothing more than ants, and no one cares whether they escaped or moved their soldiers.
The man in red, Han Feng, shook his palm, releasing three bright red head-sized lanterns floating around.
Under the red light, the breath of death around him suddenly cleared, and even the air became much fresher.
This dark space is also a little brighter.
"Well, looking at the surrounding terrain, it should be correct."
A ray of aura burst out of the golden robe old woman's hand, and a huge light screen appeared in the sky.
The light screen shows the approximate topography of hundreds of miles around.
As several people move around, you can see that there are a few bright red dots in the light screen also moving.
"Let's go."
Han Feng nodded, urging the three red lights around to move forward.
The group of people moved along the route of the red light. The red light seemed to be a treasure. The light not only had the effect of driving away the evil spirits of death, but also calmed the mind and helped the monks keep the spiritual platform clear and bright, so that they would not be controlled.
In addition, most of the people present were old monsters in the realm of Tianhe, and their own strength was extremely strong.
As the so-called art masters are bold, so even in the strange space full of necromantic creatures, there is no psychological pressure on everyone, everyone is calm, and their spiritual power runs smoothly.
Perhaps, there is only one person in the room who is the most nervous, and that is Su Yun.
After all, her cultivation level only reaches the Linghe realm, and she is not the magical pharmacist secret technique like Tang Rou, who is also in the Linghe realm. This makes her feel extremely stressed...
If they are in danger, the two cultivators of the Linghe realm will definitely drag their feet.
If only one can be saved in an emergency, who will these old monsters save?
The answer is self-evident. Compared with the Tianyu-level pharmacist who can live to death, Su Yun really doesn't know what he has worth saving.
"huhu..."
At this moment, a clear snoring came from the shoulder.
Su Yun turned her head subconsciously and saw that Xiao Yinpeng was asleep on her shoulder.
The snoring that made her feel noisy a few days ago can't sleep, but Su Yun's ears are more beautiful than ever.
At least, at least in case it is really in danger, this strange bird will save itself... right...?
At this moment, Su Yun suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that she had not been better to this strange bird in the past few days, and had a closer relationship with it.
After arriving in this space full of death breath, she suddenly realized that she could only rely on this strange bird.
As for my grandmother Su Family Patriarch...
The old ancestor, who could not change her face, and betrothed her to a fat pig idiot like the young master of the Zhang family for the benefit of a little family, how much can she value her? ?
After arriving in such an ancient secret realm, feeling the strong and almost substantial breath of death in the air, Su Yun realized how ridiculous the few years she had experienced in the secular Daliang country.
The position and experience of the "General Protector of the Country" did not give her more sense of security.
The cultivators continued to move forward with the three red lights, the surrounding environment became darker and darker, and the breath of death became more and more intense.
And puddles of various sizes began to appear on the dry ground like Gobi beach.
It's just that the liquid in the puddle is not water in the ordinary sense, but a dark red, sticky thing like blood that is about to solidify.
Some blood puddles can even see things like broken arms, broken fingers, and half-bited heads.
Everything created an unprecedented terrifying picture, which strongly impacted Su Yun's mind.
If it wasn't for the strange bird on the shoulder to send a warm stream of warmth to protect her mind, Su Yun would have screamed when she felt that she would have been unable to stand it a long time ago.
In the past, even if you saw the tragic scene of corpses all over the field on the battlefield of thousands of troops, it was not as terrible as the scenery here.
The corpses on the battlefield are just an accidental result of war.
And the death, blood, and extinction here have been integrated into every inch of space in the air, becoming the normal state of survival.
After everyone walked for about half an hour, the surrounding darkness was already very dense. Even with the shining of three red lights, the visibility did not exceed one hundred meters~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the blood puddles around had even become Pieces of blood lake, exuding a strong smell.
After another cup of tea, an old stone bridge appeared in front of him.
The slender stone bridge was extremely broken and crumbling.
And under the stone bridge is a long and roaring blood-colored river, vast and mighty, with no end in sight.
There is an ancient stele in front of the stone bridge, but it seems that after too long years, the entire stele has been eroded and riddled with holes.
You can faintly see three ancient seal characters carved on the stone tablet, and some of the fonts have been eroded beyond recognition.
Despite this, someone still recognized what the three words on the stele were actually written on.
"Naihe Bridge!"
The eyes of the white-clothed boy in a wheelchair suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were shocked, "I don't know if this bridge is the one in the legend?"
The expressions of all the monks are the same shocked, Naihe Bridge, and Yangqiao, these are the two passages from the world to the underworld in the legend.
One bridge to die, one bridge to return to the sun, exists in the oldest myths and legends of mankind.
Now, this ancient myth has reappeared in front of us, giving everyone a dreamlike unreality.
The old blonde lady was silent, because she knew that this was not the big **** in the legend.
But the Naihe Bridge in the Alien Plane must not be underestimated!
