Even if the fire fox turns into the body, it can't be with Zhang Xiaohan, Zhang Xiaohan said hello and walked into the door of the black hole first.

I felt a slight flicker, and the darkness in front of me changed, and I was shrouded in a small shield, but the person was standing in another strange place.

It was a large hall, the floor was hexagonal, and each wall of the hexagonal prism had a white jade door, and she stood in the middle of the hexagon, and the shield was covered from the top of the hall, obviously protective.

While observing the surrounding environment, Zhang Xiaohan figured out that after everyone was teleported in, they would be under protection for a period of time, which was convenient for everyone to observe the environment and take countermeasures.

Zhang Xiaohan first put on a body protection spirit shield for himself, and at the same time, his divine sense probed outward through the shield, and as expected, his divine sense could not penetrate the wall at all.

Looking at the ground, the ground is completely a whole, I can't say what kind of ground is jade or marble, it is a whole, without any pattern, looking up at the ceiling, the position where the edges and corners of the hexagonal prism meet is a circle of glowing gems, like the fluorescent lights of the previous life, and in the middle is a formation composed of several superb spirit stones, which is the gathering spirit array.

Zhang Xiaohan just looked around, and the shield that shrouded her flashed, and then disappeared.

Zhang Xiaohan stood in place and didn't move, there was no handwriting in this hall, she didn't even know how many floors, the six doors were exactly the same, she had no doubt that if she entered this hall again, she still couldn't tell which door had entered and which door had not.

After standing for a while, the hall was extremely quiet, as if Zhang Xiaohan continued to stand motionless, there would never be any change here. She spun around in place, carefully examining the Qiē she saw in front of her again, every wall and door in front of her was exactly the same.

No attacks were encountered, that is, the previous shield was not designed to protect them. Rather, it was to prevent unknown monks from attacking indiscriminately for fear of danger as soon as they entered.

Since you can't see the difference. There was no danger, Zhang Xiaohan walked towards a door in front of her—as soon as she was teleported in, she was facing this door. She believed in chance, that this was the providence that wanted her to enter this door.

Walking slowly and firmly, when he was only more than a meter away from the gate, the white jade gate suddenly slowly slid open to both sides. It's quite like the sensor door in the previous life, and the door is still a black hole where it is open. Neither the sight nor the mind can penetrate.

Zhang Xiaohan did not hesitate, stepped in, and his eyes lit up.

In front of it is an arch bridge carved from white marble, and the water under the bridge is steamy. Spread over the two banks, you can't see what is under the bridge and on the opposite side, but the bridge deck is dry and refreshing. The bridge railing is carved and carved with phoenixes, so it is not exquisite.

A bridge monument on the side of the arch bridge. The dragon flies and the phoenix dances three big characters: Nai He Bridge. Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw these three big characters, but the bridge, could it be that he came to the underworld and wanted to be reincarnated through the bridge?

Caidie did not send another image, proving that what she saw in front of her was not an illusion, and in front of her was indeed a white marble arch bridge called Nai He Bridge, she subconsciously looked left and right, and did not see the legendary Meng Po.

I smiled in my heart, probably the same name, how could the Nai He Bridge in the previous life appear in this life?

She was very strange about her composure, and when she saw a completely unfamiliar scene, she encountered a completely unimaginable scene, shouldn't she be nervous? At least her heart was pounding a few times, but she didn't feel anything special at all.

Probably a person who has died once, her soul came to this world, * in the previous world is bound to die, isn't it a person who has died once, so when she sees a place similar to the legend of the past life after death, she is only curious, not half afraid.

There was a bridge in front of her, and she must have gone up by herself, and for a moment she had an idea, wanting to look back and see if she could go back to that hall, but she suppressed the idea of turning back, and in the dark, she felt that if she turned back, what was waiting for her was definitely not what she wanted.

This is just an instinctive idea, embarking on the path of cultivation, it is a road of no return, there is no turning back from cultivating immortals, and the process of cultivating immortals cannot leave regrets, regrets, because every regret and every regret will become the monk's inner demon, which will always bite the monk's heart and hinder the cultivation.

No one has discussed these things in cultivation with Zhang Xiaohan, and Zhang Xiaohan has not been educated in the immortal cultivation system, these are just her instinctive thoughts, but these thoughts are in line with the road of cultivating immortals, if Zhang Xiaohan turns back at this time, even if she only turns back, the first level of this exquisite immortal pagoda is afraid that it will not be easy to get through.

In fact, Zhang Xiaohan suppressed the idea of turning back for another reason, that is, the name of Nai He Bridge, she vaguely remembered the legend of her previous life, and she should not look back when she stepped on Nai He Bridge.

There is a bridge but you can't see Meng Po, so can there be Meng Po soup? Zhang Xiaohan walked over, and just took the first step, he saw a small jade bowl on the top of the first pillar on the left hand of the arch bridge, on top of a pink lotus flower.

His gaze rested on the small bowl for a moment, and then he looked at the bridge pillar on the right, and there was also a small bowl on top of the equally symmetrical lotus flower.

Smiling slightly, although the pace was slow, it did not stop, and it didn't matter what the statement of the man left and the woman was right - all the statements were set by people, which was close to him, which was seen by himself first, and which was the will of God.

The white jade bowl is on the small core of the pink lotus, it is said to be the flower core, it is better to say that it is a small lotus canopy, Zhang Xiaohan admired the lotus, more than a dozen petals are pink and tender, the color is delicate and seems to make people feel distressed in their hearts, the green of the lotus pod is also so delicate, I know that it is carved, but I like it very much.

Such a small bridge, such a lotus, should be a very casual scene in the last session, that is, the next session, this world of cultivating immortals, in fact, can be seen everywhere in the gate sect, but the people who cultivate immortals seem to be busy all their lives, and they rarely have the time or mood to notice this small decoration.

Zhang Xiaohan reached out and took down the small bowl on the lotus, and his hand sank slightly, the bowl was a pool of clear water, this water would never be drunk, even if it was really Meng Po soup, she would not drink it.

She didn't really die, and there was no need to forget anything, whether it was past or present, whether it was joy or pain.

She looked down, and there was a ripple in the calm water......

"Is this bracelet really made from cow horns? Aren't all horns pointy? How is this a grain of grain? A crisp voice sounded in her ears, and looking sideways, it was a girl with a light smile, she was wearing a light blue casual sportswear, with a bracelet in her hand, asking her boyfriend next to her.

Zhang Xiaohan's heart thumped, her eyes only swept away, and she immediately recognized the scene, this is Tibet, the Tibet she came to before she traveled in her previous life.

She quickly looked down at herself, a pair of silver-gray tourist shoes came into view, then black trousers, gray top, looked up suddenly, surrounded by a scene that she had long wanted to forget and had not forgotten, this was a small street full of tourist souvenirs, it was in this small street, the gray storage bag she saw.

The hand subconsciously touched the top of her head, she already knew what she would touch, but she still couldn't help but confirm that there were no colorful butterflies, no buns, only a strand of hair tied at will.

"It is said that Tibetan folk customs are the most simple, and there will be no fakes." A male voice, exactly the same as in his previous life.

Zhang Xiaohan stood in a daze, did she return to her previous life? Could it be that bowl of water would send her soul back to her previous life?

No, it's not a soul, she's obviously standing on this small street, the feeling of being down-to-earth is so obvious, it's not her soul that has returned to her previous life, it's the whole person, it's a scene where time goes back to a past life, and she goes back in time before her soul travels through time and space.

The voice of the crowd in her ears was so familiar, this scene was familiar and unfamiliar, she subconsciously lifted the spiritual power of her whole body, wanting to confirm that it was just a dream, her body was empty, and there was nothing.

Dreams, there must be one that is a dream, which one? Is it now? Or ever.

I couldn't help but look at it, there should be a storage bag there, gray and not noticeable at all.

The stall owner was still the same stall owner, still babbling about the things on the stall, her eyes skimmed over the stall, there was nothing, no storage bags.

She looked at the stall in a daze, and only felt that something was wrong, but what was wrong? The gaze moved again, and the body was accidentally touched by passers-by, and the sorry voice and the contact with the body were so real that it was not a dream at all.

There weren't a lot of people, and some people looked at me in surprise, and everyone was strolling, but she was the only one standing in a daze.

Could it be that the bowl of clear water knew her background and sent her back to her previous life? Or, I have never crossed at all, and the one qiē I have crossed is just a dream?

No, the world of cultivation is definitely not a dream, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly understood what was wrong, if it was a dream, if the world of cultivating immortals was a dream, she should have gotten up from the bed at this time, or, at least, it was the moment when she held the gray storage bag.

This is the illusion, the bowl of clear water, the ripples that sucked my mind in, this scene is a scene that I have been thinking about in my heart, and subconsciously I must have guessed from time to time, if I hadn't met that storage bag in my previous life, what would be the trajectory of my life?

Therefore, after the bowl of water is pulled into his mind, it will be the current scene, the scene before meeting the storage bag on the stall, and as he wished, there is no storage bag on the stall.

Is it a pity that I can't explain the feeling in my heart? Regret that you didn't really go back to your previous life? Her eyes wandered over the stall again, not knowing if she wanted to see the bag or if she didn't want to see it again. (To be continued)

ps: Thank you 001 for your support, thank you.

Thank you for the firecrackers that Tongyuer gave on the line, thank you for the pink of qiqi557, thank you ~R466