There was a flower in front of Meng Hao's eyes. When everything was clear, his spiritual consciousness immediately dispersed, his mind was vigilant, and he looked around solemnly.
"Here, is the Ruins Bridge Realm?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the Immortal Bridge Stone in his right hand. It was this thing that brought him here.
This is a broken world, the sky exudes various colors, sometimes crimson, sometimes pitch black, and there are flashes of lightning roaring away, wherever it passes, it seems to tear everything.
The remains of the earth, you can see some bones that have been decayed for an unknown number of years, and there are relics of vicissitudes in the years, as if this was a city long ago.
Looking at it, a life filled with death, the whole world, like a cage, trapped here, can only be buried with the death.
Meng Hao frowned slightly, put away the immortal bridge stone, and carefully recalled the process of stepping here. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he thought of what he had seen in the outside world before, the eight immortals. Go back and forth.
After pondering for a moment, Meng Hao proceeded cautiously. This place has weakened spiritual sense. He is ugly to see too far. He can only perceive the range of about a hundred meters in four or five weeks. As for the sky, after seeing the lightning, Meng Hao dispelled his rashness. The idea of flying.
Time passed slowly, and gradually a month passed. In the past month, Meng Hao has traveled halfway across this place. He did not find any life. None of the monks who came to this place from West Desert with him were here.
The world is small and irregular, and there is nothing like being cut around the edges. At this moment, Meng Hao is standing on such an edge.
In front of him, there was a pitch black, which was full of coldness, as if it could swallow all the material, surrounding this land. In silence, Meng Hao raised the void with his right hand and grabbed it. A rock from this place flew into his hand and went straight ahead. He left in darkness and returned immediately when he touched it. When he fell into Meng Hao's hands again, he saw the side of the stone that had touched the darkness and nothingness before, as if it had been cut by a knife, it was extremely flat.
Meng Hao's brow furrowed tighter, and slowly backed away. This pitch-black void made Meng Hao feel a strong crisis. He could imagine that if he touched it, his body would be severed.
"It's not right, if this is the realm of the market bridge, then why is there only me, and... this place is too small, and there is no fairy soil as the Wubing tribe father said!
Except for the ruins of a city, I didn't see any remains of a fairy bridge! "Meng Hao turned around and explored carefully in this small world again. After another month, Meng Hao looked gloomy and stood in the center of this small world. In front of him, there was a stone monument.
This stone stele has some cracks, but it is not broken, and it is still well preserved, with a few slightly blurred characters engraved on it.
"Yin Yun City..." Meng Hao spoke softly, his eyes showing thoughtfulness, he thought of the eight people he met on the way to come, and the woman called Zhixiang Demon Girl.
"Demon Xianzong, dressed as a puppet, trying to escape the chasing Zhixiang Demon Girl..." Meng Hao was silent, sitting cross-legged, thoughtful.
"That Zhixiang Demon Girl, obviously from a sect called Demon Immortal Sect, she lied to the eight young masters as a treasure, in order to avoid chasing and killing, she turned into a puppet.
But why after she ran away, the eight people chased them back, their expressions a little frustrated..." Meng Hao thought of this, suddenly his eyes condensed.
"This woman didn't run away at first, but in another way, confused the eight people and led them away. These eight people soon discovered something was wrong, and then recovered. From this point of view, this woman... Either it is not me. I guess that, either I entered this place before and left, alone in the realm of the ruins and bridges, and the last one might... She is by the side of those of us from West Desert!" Meng Hao thought of this, calmly, this The demon girl can be chased and killed by those eight immortals, which shows that her cultivation base must be extremely strong.
Meng Hao didn’t want to provoke such a person. He didn’t say much at this moment, but he was secretly wary and noticed that these monks from West Desert were scattered from each other here. Meng Hao faintly felt that among his three guesses, the last one might be possible. The most sex.
"I don't know whose side this girl is hiding..." Meng Hao muttered and suddenly raised his head. At this moment, there was a dark shadow in the sky, which was coming quickly. This dark shadow was not a monk, but a huge stone!
The stone is a thousand meters in size, and it is approaching from the sky, and wherever it passes, lightning collapses and the void collapses, like shattering all the way, coming with a boom.
It was fast, and it was approaching this land in a blink of an eye. The pressure formed caused the earth to tremble. Meng Hao's eyes shrank and he was about to retreat. Suddenly he realized that the huge boulder was not hitting, but was approaching a height of several thousand feet. At the time, it turned into an arc, changed its direction, and hurried away toward the sky on the other side.
Meng Hao was stunned. After a while, he took a deep breath and saw the thousand-foot-long stone, as it was moving forward, directly hitting the edge of this world, in the darkness of nothingness.
With the impact, the pitch-black nothingness was torn apart, revealing a huge gap, causing the rock to rush in and disappear without a shadow.
All this happened in a short stick of incense, which made Meng Hao too late to think about it. At this moment, seeing the stone disappear into the darkness of nothingness, his eyes shrank, and the flash of thunder in his mind, he thought In the outside world, when I approached the immortal bridge stone, I saw the dust that wandered between the broken bridge stones.
"This thousand-foot-long boulder is one of the countless dusts that I have seen before, and they swiftly walk among the countless rubbles on the immortal bridge!"
"From this point of view, the place where I am now is indeed stepping on the immortal bridge. Because of the collapse of the bridge, it was divided into countless individuals, and the only way to get out of here... is to use this dust!" Meng Hao thought. After a roar, he took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and waited silently.
Time passes again. According to Meng Hao's judgment, the time here may be different from the outside world. Otherwise, if it really takes half a year, or even several years, it is impossible for the monks who have stepped into this place in West Desert to hide. In this way, The clan father of the Wubing tribe would not fail to say.
Three months passed in a flash. During these three months, Meng Hao saw the arrival of six huge stones. He did not act rashly, but carefully observed the changes after these stones collided with the darkness of nothingness. Until this day, again, There was a huge rock suddenly coming from the sky, about more than seven hundred meters in size.
At the moment the stone came, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and his body disappeared instantly. When he appeared, he was already in the air and stepped on the roaring stone.
As soon as he stepped in, a strong and violent impact made Meng Hao feel like his body was being pulled. His cultivation base swiftly revolved, and the light of the three-color totem spread out. Only then did he barely stand firm, and immediately sat down cross-legged, to death. Staring straight ahead.
The speed of this stone was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, it bypassed the earth and went straight to the distance. It took more than a dozen breaths, and it was approaching a black void. Meng Hao was nervous in his heart. This was also a gamble for him. , But Meng Hao had observed such stones several times before, and he was certain in his heart.
In a blink of an eye, the stone was approaching the pitch-black void, and after a violent touch, the void was torn apart, revealing a gap, the stone rushed in while howling, Meng Hao calmly sat on the stone cross-legged, shocked. Dangerous, he also stepped into the darkness of nothingness.
At the moment when he entered the darkness of nothingness, Meng Hao felt the cold. This was the extreme cold, as if it could freeze the soul. Meng Hao immediately ran his cultivation base to fight the cold.
He opened his eyes and looked around. There was still pitch black all around, and he couldn't see too far, but he could see bright rainbows walking in all directions.
Every Changhong is a huge stone!
"My method should be correct. In the realm of the ruins of the bridge, the ruins of the immortal bridge, the people who come must remove these stones and go between the gravels of immortal bridges everywhere!" Meng Hao shivered, here. The more cold he became, even if he was running the cultivation base, he was somewhat unable to resist. Gradually, his body became a little stiff. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the fire totem in his body immediately circulated, which barely kept his body from freezing, but outside the body, it appeared. After a layer of frost, it looked as if it had faintly become an ice sculpture.
"In this way, I should be able to hold on for a longer time. Fortunately, I don't put out the fire. Otherwise, it is difficult to survive here without preparing the magic weapon to keep out the cold in advance." The surrounding cold became stronger and Meng Hao remained motionless. Keep your body alive without dissipating the slightest amount of heat.
As time passed, this stone took Meng Hao and wandered in this dark world. I don’t know how long it has passed. Suddenly, on this day, there was a stone more than three hundred meters in size in the distance. It looked like he would pass by the stone where Meng Hao was, and go in different directions.
Just as the two stones were getting closer and closer to each other, suddenly, a soft voice came over.
"I actually met someone who was not prepared for the magic weapon to keep out the cold! Good luck, haha!" That was the voice of a man. Meng Hao had already noticed the moment when the stone he was on was near, and noticed the three hundred meters. A middle-aged man meditated cross-legged on a large and small rock.
This person’s Yuan Ying’s initial cultivation base has several totem rays on his body. There is a golden totem on the center of his eyebrows, which looks like a lion. There are five white stones and a white mask around him. A stone was scattered, enveloping the middle-aged man, resisting the cold.
As the middle-aged man spoke, he licked his lips, and his eyes showed a sharp glow. The moment the two huge stones were close to each other, the man stood up abruptly, took a step, and disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, Already on top of Meng Hao's stone, when his right hand was raised, a golden lion transformed into his hand, roaring straight towards Meng Hao.
"Killing you is also regarded as an end to your pain, and for Xue Mou to be here, one more vitality, one less competition!"