"Demon, you are a demon!" The warriors finally collapsed, and some even ran directly towards the passage of the Lechuan River. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhuang Yichen's mouth, and at this time, he lost his mind and rushed to the path, there was no second possibility except to find death.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhuang Yichen looked like a demon god, and killed the martial artists of these sects in an instant.

There are no saints in this world, and I have to say that killing is really a pleasure! Of course, Zhuang Yichen is not a demon who has fallen into the path of killing, because he knows very well that he is the one who should be killed.

Except for the disciples of the Qingjing Sect, there were no other living people around!, and this was Zhuang Yichen's internal strength and soul power had also been exhausted, and he sat on the ground panting.

"Less...... Young master, are you okay!" Sun Wuyan was so shocked that he stammered at this time, and the four girls all turned white, squatting aside and vomiting strongly.

Nearly twenty living people were killed in front of him, and even the scene was truly bloody, even if it was an enemy.

Especially at this time, there is not a single complete corpse on the ground, and even the most courageous person will have a nervous breakdown when he sees it.

"I'm fine! don't spread today's matter, I use the ancestral forbidden martial arts, and I will lose fifty years of life!" Zhuang Yichen deliberately coughed lightly, and the disguise technique was used, and half of the black hair on his head turned gray.

"Senior brother, why did you make such a big sacrifice!" Seeing this, Sun Wuyan no longer had any doubts, and the iron-clad silent man suddenly burst into tears.

"I can't watch you being killed and humiliated, I'm the young master of the sect!" Zhuang Yichen said with a smile, he suddenly found that his acting skills could almost reach the level of an actor.

"Little junior brother!"

"Brother!"

"Young master!"

"Childe!" The four girls pounced almost at the same time, and the gambling stone squeezed Sun Wuyan aside.

How many tears welled up, all from the bottom of my heart.

"It's really the same life!" Sun Wuyan was very depressed and began to clean up the battlefield, collecting the storage bags left by those warriors.

Nineteen storage bags are not a lot, and at this time, Zhuang Yichen had already taken the pill and began to slowly recover his internal strength.

Sun Wuyan held these storage bags in front of him, Zhuang Yichen only glanced at them and said with a smile: "The five of you are divided! I don't lack resources for cultivation!"

"Six people divide it equally!" Sun Wuyan was very insistent, and in the end, Zhuang Yichen had no choice but to share it!

Most of the things in these martial artists' storage bags are just spirit stone martial arts classics and the like, plus some pills, which are really not as eye-catching as he is.

"I seem to be about to break through!" Mu Qingrong said suddenly. And Tang Tiantian, Shangguan Yuchan and Xue Junlin's three daughters also looked a little strange.

"You're also going to break through?" Zhuang Yichen couldn't help asking. The three girls nodded in unison, and Zhuang Yichen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I'll wait for you to go together!"

All the corpses were thrown into the Lechuan River, and the blood stains on the ground were also washed away by Zhuang Yichen.

The four girls sat side by side on the ground at this time, and the four beautiful faces could be described as Chunlan Qiuju, each good at it. But strictly speaking, Shangguan Yuchan will still be a little bit prettier.

"It should take another half an hour!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, calmly closed his eyes and waited.

"Nai He Bridge!" Xie Mingxiu was standing with Fang Zisong and others in an open space at this time, and there was a bridge not far away. The bridge is not very spacious, and it can only be used by two people walking side by side.

The bridge is divided into three layers, red on the top, white on the middle, and black on the bottom!

In the middle of the bridge is the Lethe River, which converges into a big river, and if you want to get to the other side, you can only pass through the Naihe Bridge.

There is a stone tablet in the open space, which reads: "Nai He Bridge, Meng Po Soup, Sansheng Stone Next to the Other Shore Flower." If you don't reach the other side, it will be empty!"

"These four places seem to be connected?" said a Wen Jinshi in a low voice at this time.

Those who can accompany Xie Mingxiu and Fang Zisong here are all talented people among the Jinshi who will become teachers within three or five years.

"Strength, wisdom, will, the next step should be courage!" Xie Mingxiu muttered.

Any level in this Martial Confucian's Tomb is actually not so good, and ordinary Jinshi-level peak powerhouses may be eliminated in the first level.

"None of the indigenous martial artists in the Evil Realm have arrived, it seems that we really think highly of them!" Fang Zisong smiled slightly at this time, the Martial Confucian's Tomb was already in their hands.

"This thing seems to be a little strange, maybe they have a conflict!" Xie Mingxiu pondered for a while before saying.

"Ignore them! Looking at the meaning on the stone tablet, you must pick the flowers on the other side!" Fang Zisong said.

"Let's cross the Nai He Bridge first!" Xie Mingxiu strode forward at this time.

"You're ready!" At this time, the four girls had already broken through the realm one after another and became the powerhouses of the martial artist level.

Zhuang Yichen asked solemnly, and the four of them nodded without hesitation.

"Keep your state of mind at all times!" Zhuang Yichen solemnly explained, and then walked towards one of the paths.

As soon as he took the first step into the path, he suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to the state of a baby, inexplicably happy in his mother's body, cheering for his birth.

Then he began to have memories, and those pleasant memories in his life slowly came to his consciousness, but Zhuang Yichen found that this was his other experience on the earth.

Step by step, he walked forward, and a crimson ghost moved carefully and slightly in front of him.

And Zhuang Yichen was still smiling, as if he was indulging in those sweet dreams that he never wanted to wake up.

The joy of childhood, the beauty of first love, the beauty of the first Wushan **, everything is so unforgettable.

It's just a pity...... Zhuang Yichen's eyes suddenly became clear. The passage of the Lechuan River is actually a process of reminiscing about the past, and it is also a matter of asking the heart.

And the ghosts on this path are taking advantage of this to harm people. First sweet and then bitter, after sweet memories, it should be bitter.

This is also a contrast that is difficult for people to accept, and all the pain is swept like a wave, and it is irresistible.

However, Zhuang Yichen is a person who has experienced soul piercing, and the sweet memories have not ended, he has become a person from the Shenlong Continent.

In an instant, he came to his senses, and he could no longer indulge in it.

"Thank you!" Zhuang Yichen said to the ghost, and he could vaguely see that the ghost was a nice beauty.

"Let's go down!" Zhuang Yichen had no intention of killing her, and his internal strength was fully expanded, shaking the crimson ghost into the Lechuan River.