Zhuo Yifan seemed to be going crazy, completely ignoring the bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and still waving his hands crazily. The power of his soul was like colored raw materials, overlapping and running thousands of times in an instant, forming countless
The afterimages eventually condensed together to form a simple stroke.
In fact, if all the movements and runes are disassembled, it is enough to form a large formation.
The complexity of this stroke is simply shocking.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Kong's mouth widened in surprise, it was simply unbelievable.
This seemingly simple horizontal stroke is nothing surprising on the surface, but as long as you use your spiritual mind to touch it, you will feel its horror.
But what shocked him was yet to come.
One stroke and one stroke...
There was more and more blood at the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth, but his face was full of enthusiasm, like madness.
At this moment, in his consciousness, there was a different scene.
He found himself suddenly in an ancient battlefield, surrounded by ancient soldiers in armor.
The long sword is shining, the spear is cold, and the murderous intention is soaring into the sky, like a torrent, advancing forward.
And he found himself becoming one of the soldiers, holding a spear and charging forward involuntarily, his blood boiling as if it was about to burn.
The pounding war drums that shook the soul, the unyielding roars that tore through the sky, and all kinds of chaotic and noisy sounds rushed into the depths of his soul.
His eyes suddenly turned blood red and he completely lost his mind.
kill!
kill!
kill!
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, flesh and blood flying like fragments.
The entire sky and earth were blood red.
The weird sound of the sharp blade cutting into the flesh, and the enemy's howl of unwillingness to die, are like a crazy performance by a mixed band, filling the depths of every soul.
Senseless killing, plundering without reason.
Kill for the sake of killing.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan felt that he no longer existed, but had turned into knives, swords, and spears, howling and hissing, eager for blood and eager to penetrate the enemy's corpse.
The soaring pride that wanted to wash away everything with blood, and even kill the whole world, made him feel like an inflated balloon, about to burst.
The capacity is limited, but the killing intent is unlimited.
Zhuo Yifan hated this feeling of being constrained, this feeling of being suppressed.
Just when he was about to break away from everything and seek true liberation.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of the war drums became more intense.
That's...the drumbeat to withdraw troops!
Zhuo Yifan was suddenly startled, and the murderous intention in the sky disappeared instantly.
His body trembled and he returned to reality instantly. Blood spurted out like it was free of charge. He staggered back and looked at the stone bridge with a horrified face.
There, Ekong looked at him with a ghostly expression, his face full of disbelief.
"What on earth is going on? Xiaobai, tell me, is this a conspiracy on your part to harm me?" Zhuo Yifan struck first and said angrily as he looked at Xiukong.
"Shut up, my name is not Xiaobai, I am Xiangkong. If you keep talking nonsense, I will be rude to you." Xiangkong trembled: "You don't listen to the advice yourself, and you blame others. It's really shameless.
."
"What happened to me just now? Why did I feel that my consciousness suddenly entered an ancient battlefield, killing everyone in it, and completely became a murderer." Zhuo Yifan looked weird: "This sect master is so kind, how can he be such a murderer?
Boss, who is it that is not your fault?"
Xiangkong looked at the words on Naihe Bridge, his eyes shrank, but he endured it and said: "Who knows what happened to you, this is a text of rules, only the Yuan clan can understand it, you are not high enough, but
You have to realize that you are lucky if you don’t die.”
Zhuo Yifan patted his chest with lingering fear and never dared to look at it again.
This thing is so evil. He just took a look at it, but he was seriously injured and almost died. If the devil's heart hadn't finally exploded and transformed into a war drum to call back his consciousness, he might have self-destructed.
Zhuo Yifan was secretly vigilant and reminded himself to pay attention.
This might be Ekong's conspiracy to use the facilities here to kill him.
Xiangkong said angrily: "If I wanted to harm you, do you think you can still be alive at this moment? It's really a small man's heart that can judge a gentleman's belly."
Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly: "Xiaobai, there are no outsiders here, why are you so hypocritical? If you are a gentleman, wouldn't I be a saint?"
Xiukong frowned and said: "Do you still want the devil's heart? If not, forget it. I will send you out now."
"Yes, why not?" Zhuo Yifan took out a bottle of elixir, poured it into his mouth like beans, and started chewing it.
He subconsciously avoided those three words, but Xiangkong frowned slightly, glancing at those three words from the corner of his eyes from time to time. The more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.
The two of them stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.
Ripples appeared on those three big characters. They were originally dim, but now they seemed to be alive. Little by little runes seemed to come alive, swimming among the strokes, extremely agile.
"Don't look around. Although this Naihe Bridge is not the real Naihe Bridge, it is an imitation of the Mighty King. Without someone to lead the way, even you, the Immortal King, may not be able to get in." Xiukong warned.
Zhuo Yifan's heart skipped a beat and he said with a sneer: "That little... Hehe, Brother Xiukong, you see, since we are allies, we are on the same boat. If there is any danger, you should tell me as soon as possible."
Xiakong couldn't laugh or cry, and murmured in his heart, Damn, you are such a weirdo. You actually got the approval of Naihe Bridge for the first time. Even if everyone in the world is in danger when walking on this bridge, it won't be you!
But obviously, he didn't want to tell Zhuo Yifan this secret.
Zhuo Yifan followed Xiukong cautiously, fearing that he would be betrayed accidentally.
That pitiful look actually made Ekong breathe an inexplicable sigh of relief and feel much better.
"Be careful, there is the River Styx down here. Although it is a high-quality imitation, there is still no problem in drowning a few immortals."
"Can even immortals drown?" Zhuo Yifan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
White mist filled the surroundings, making it impossible to see clearly, but Zhuo Yifan knew that this seemingly peaceful void really contained endless dangers.
The devil's heart would never warn without reason, but since he stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, his heart was beating wildly, as if he was always in extreme danger.
Zhuo Yifan did not dare to use the power of his mind to explore. He had a feeling that the creatures in the void were eager to do this.
This seemingly short bridge took the two of them a full hour.
"Although it's a high imitation, once it's really turned on, it's so powerful that it won't be a problem to kill tens of thousands of masters in an instant." Xiang Kong said casually.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but grind his teeth. This guy must have said this deliberately to hurt himself. He was really stingy.