As soon as he thought about it, he raised his hand and waved.
A gentle force wrapped up the black wood on the ground and cut it quickly. In an instant, rows of ten-foot-long wood were neatly arranged in front of him.
Looking around, for safety reasons, he got a lot of black wood again and cut it all. After a while, a small raft appeared in front of him.
"That should be enough." He thought to himself and immediately flew up, lifted up the raft, and headed towards Ruoshui as fast as a meteor.
Standing beside Ruoshui and looking at the clear bottom of the water, it is spotless and seems so cool, but who would have known that such a clear river actually buried countless souls.
Those who were swallowed by the water would probably never be reborn, and could only stay in the river, waiting for the cycle of life and death.
With a sigh, Feng Qingyang lowered the raft into the water. He saw that the originally calm water surface was suddenly rippling with ripples. The ripples slowly spread around and looked surprisingly beautiful.
The raft made of black sunken wood floated in the water. It was rare that it was not swallowed by the water. More importantly, it seemed like it was on the real water surface.
"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. If you want to know the truth, then Jiu has no choice but to go." He made up his mind and floated up immediately, standing on the raft, holding a long piece of wood made of black sunken wood in his hand. He pushed down, and the raft was immediately supported and floated to the other side with a swish.
Ruoshui River is not very wide, but if you want to float over it, it will take several breaths of time. Originally, this would only be a blink of an eye, but when you actually stand on Ruoshui River, you will find it horrifying that this place is so terrifying.
When I stepped onto the water, I immediately felt something extraordinary. The water, which was originally only a dozen meters wide, became extremely spacious at this moment, as if there was no end in sight.
At the same time, countless roars came to his ears, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and more like bursts of screams, all surrounding Feng Qingyang's ears, trying to arouse his mind. Every scream was a temptation, tempting Feng Qingyang to order the raft made of black sunken wood.
And if someone else were here, they would certainly find that Feng Qingyang had just reached the center of Ruoshui, and the raft was spinning strangely in it, but not moving forward at all.
"Where is this?" Feng Qingyang looked forward and saw a white mist. The ghost howlings in his ears were also changing rapidly. In just a short moment, they turned into a strong call.
This feeling is like...
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang was stunned. He stood there, looking at the strange scene in front of him. He saw a young woman standing in front of him, looking at him affectionately.
"Xiao Zhu?" Feng Qingyang murmured, and in an instant he forgot that he was still above Ruoshui, and he didn't even think about why Zhu Xuezhu appeared here.
He walked forward slowly, looking at the beauty he missed day and night, who was so close to him. In an instant, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xiao Zhu's delicate face.
"Big brother." Zhu Xuezhu looked at Feng Qingyang crisply, opened her red lips slightly, and whispered, which immediately made Feng Qingyang lose his mind.
He moved forward step by step, slowly. If viewed from the outside, one would find that he seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, walking from the center of the raft towards the water.
As he moved forward gradually, a section of the raft began to slowly rise up, and he was only one step away from stepping into the water.
At the critical moment, Feng Qingyang, who had already raised his feet, stopped instantly and did not collapse.
At the same time, his face turned pale instantly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated back to the center of the raft.
"That was a close call." He muttered to himself, looking ahead with lingering fear. Before, he had lost his mind again, but this time was more serious than the previous moment when he was looking for the black wood in the dense forest.
He even had hallucinations, and this hallucination came from the softest part of his heart. He was about to take a step forward, but at the critical moment, a call suddenly came from his heart.
It is tension and anxiety, but more of it is longing and worry.
It was that gentle call that pulled him out of the illusion. Otherwise, he would have sunk into the water by now.
"Xiao Zhu, thank you!" He murmured again, and pushed the long pole in his hand. A huge force suddenly appeared. With just such a simple stroke, he immediately broke through the illusion and reached the other side.
He stepped on the ground and walked up in an instant. This time, it was as if he was walking on flat ground. There was no illusion or sadness as before.
I turned my head silently and looked behind me, I saw that Ruoshui was still Ruoshui, but there was a small raft in the center with a white figure on it.
Is it him? Or is it her
He sighed deeply, packed up the raft, and was about to turn around and leave when he saw a black figure suddenly leaping out from the air on the other side of the river.
He appeared out of nowhere, without any movement, as if he had not seen Feng Qingyang. He just put down the raft in his hand, and then his body shook and came to the center of Ruoshui.
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and he secretly wondered how this person knew the method to cross Ruoshui. However, he smiled again. He saw that the raft came to the center, but it disappeared in an instant, and both the people and the boat sank in an instant.
boom!
Just as it was sinking, a huge wave suddenly appeared, accompanied by a scream, and instantly disappeared into nothingness.
"Hmph, who am I? Turns out it's you. You've been following me for so long, you didn't expect that." He smiled and thought to himself that this man's death was too miserable. No one knew what kind of cultivation he had, but he just died here. I'm afraid no one knows.
If he knew that the man in black robe who died in such a miserable way was some powerful person, he would probably be stunned with shock.
After thinking about it, he shook his head, smiled, turned around and left. When he was about dozens of feet away from Ruoshui, it was as if he had penetrated a thin film. At this moment, among the three thousand cultivation stars, exclamations suddenly came from all over the place.
"The 3,000th person has appeared!" In an instant, these few short words resounded throughout the starry sky.
At this moment, within the spirit world, a beam of light rose from every cultivation star in an instant, and three thousand of them gathered together to form a huge map.
However, the location where the map appeared was in the deepest part of the spiritual world. Only the powerful ones who have achieved the Dao could enter here, and only they had that ability.
"The Thunder Pool rises, and the ancient ruins appear! Those who enter the Thunder Pool will begin to be tested. Anyone who can successfully enter the ruins will obtain a supreme Taoist weapon - the Heaven-Suppressing Seal!"
At this moment, a majestic and distant voice appeared in Feng Qingyang's mind. He seemed to be struck by lightning. He stood still in an instant, looking ahead in disbelief.