Because even with the power of his mind, he could not determine the specific shape of the bridge, let alone where the edge was.
After someone fell, everyone was extremely vigilant and followed Zhuo Yifan closely.
Zhuo Yifan felt like a blind man crossing a river, relying entirely on touch.
The power of the soul is his feet, constantly testing the front, going to the depths and reefs.
This actually allowed him to find a safer road, but the speed was very slow.
"Sir, this foggy area is very wide. According to legend, it is a hundred miles long. At our current speed, it will take a whole day to reach the other side!"
"Sir, our curse has begun to take effect. I'm afraid it won't last that long."
"Sir, we must speed up our pace. Otherwise, we will not be able to get out of the Naihe Bridge, and we will be turned into stone statues on the bridge."
"Sir, let us explore the path ahead!"
Some monks who were seriously cursed showed firm expressions.
They knew they would die, but they could do something for Zhuo Yifan before they died, which could be regarded as repaying their kindness.
Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly and said: "I know everyone is worried, but don't despair. I think as long as we cross the Naihe Bridge, we will definitely get the antidote."
"Sir, let us go, we can't wait for that moment!"
"Sir, my hands have been completely petrified, please let me go explore the path!"
"Sir, we cannot escape death, but even if we die, we must die with value, with dignity, and for you, we are willing to die."
Many monks who were cursed asked for help.
Zhuo Yifan let out a long sigh, knowing that this was the only way to quickly cross the Naihe Bridge.
These monks said goodbye to their relatives and family members one after another, and then stood in front of the team, like an army going out for war.
"Everyone, please pay attention to the location. Once someone falls, you must not get close."
Zhuo Yifan said in a deep voice.
There is no other way to do this. This Naihe Bridge is very weird. No one knows how wide it is, where the boundary is, and there are no railings. As soon as you get close to the edge, you will fall into the abyss.
This is completely using the monk's life for detection.
Once you find an edge, mark it immediately to prevent others behind you from making the same mistake again.
An Chen and nearly a thousand core disciples stood at the end.
According to the route taken by the monks in front, they are undoubtedly the safest.
And those who are at the forefront will have to use their lives to explore the path.
The monks who felt that they were about to turn into stone statues roared and rushed out one after another.
Plop!
Plop!
On the spot, several people rushed hundreds of meters and then fell into the abyss and disappeared.
The monks behind immediately marked the route and inserted long cold iron arrows.
So, as the monks advanced, cold iron arrows began to spread on both sides of the Naihe Bridge, forming two rows of road signs.
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "This Naihe Bridge is so strange. It's not a straight line?"
Ouyang Qingzhi whispered: "This is like a winding mountain road."
Zhuo Yifan felt the power of his mind and said in surprise: "It really looks like it."
Such a strange path directly led to the death of at least hundreds of monks.
Because the curve was very weird, if you didn't make a mistake, you would go straight off the bridge.
Ouyang Qingzhi suddenly let out a sound and said in surprise: "Yifan, I'm afraid we have fallen into a misunderstanding and thought that the bridge is a straight line, but it is obviously different here."
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved and he said loudly: "Don't walk in a straight line, try to follow the arc route."
Zhuo Yifan sensed the entire route and said: "Qingzhi, you are right. This so-called Naihe Bridge is actually a winding mountain road that winds upward. If you walk in a straight line, you will definitely reach the bottom of the cliff.
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These monks had great trust in Zhuo Yifan. After hearing about it, they quickly changed their way forward and started walking in a rough arc shape.
Sure enough, since then, the number of people falling has been greatly reduced, and the boundary has been accurately predicted.
Since it is a winding mountain road, the width of the road should not change much. The road estimated based on this approximate distance usually has little deviation.
Even though there is a narrow space, it is enough for ten people to walk side by side without being crowded.
An Chen was secretly surprised: "An Yan really has some tricks up his sleeve, and he figured out the reality of the road to heaven so quickly."
Anbao sneered: "Those cursed garbage will die when they die. The key is speed. We must get to the top of the mountain as soon as possible. I heard that there is a limit on the number of people on the Naihe Bridge. Only 20,000 people are allowed to pass every day. We
There are obviously a lot of people now.”
An Chen sneered and said, "It doesn't matter. If there are too many people, just sacrifice blood directly."
An exploded: "I'm afraid Elder Anyan won't agree!"
"That's not up to him. I hope they can find the real Netherworld and get rid of the curse." An Chen smiled happily.
"Young Master, don't you plan to tell An Yan the location of the real Netherworld Spring? He seems to be of some help to us moving forward. It would be a pity to die like this." An Bao said with complicated eyes.
An Chen was stunned and said playfully: "Elder An Bao, don't you really want to see An Yan die? Why do you suddenly sympathize with him?"
An Bao said in a deep voice: "An Bao is doing everything for you, young master. Although An Yan is extremely annoying, he is indeed a genius. If the young master can truly convince him, he will swear a soul oath of allegiance."
, which is a good thing. Even if it doesn’t work, it is still the most valuable flag and must be sacrificed at the critical moment.”
"Okay, as you wish, reveal the true location of Netherworld to him." An Chen said disapprovingly.
There were people exploring the way ahead, so they could walk boldly without worrying about falling into the abyss.
Along the way, monks kept falling into the abyss.
But everyone is moving forward extremely fast.
Because the people walking in front were all monks who were cursed, they gave it a try.
There seems to be no difference between dying under the curse and dying in the abyss.
Zhuo Yifan was secretly surprised that this "winding mountain road" was too high.
According to his estimate, this winding route has probably advanced no less than a hundred miles, or at least tens of thousands of meters in the air.
Finally, the fog in front gradually became thinner, and it seemed that we were almost reaching the end point.
Everyone was excited for a while.
There is a huge stone staircase 10,000 meters ahead. The stone staircase winds upwards, and it may not take more than a thousand steps.
It's like logging into the cloud.
Everyone's spirits were high, and with a visible goal, they were even more motivated.
At this moment, they seemed to be going crazy, running wildly without caring whether they would miss the mark.
Fortunately, once we got here, it seemed like we were on the real bridge deck, which was flat and straight.
Zhuo Yifan took Ouyang Qingzhi's little hand and followed closely behind the monk at the front.
"Sir, we succeeded!"
"If you walk across the Naihe Bridge, you will get the antidote."
"Hahaha, God, we won."
Many monks who were cursed and started to have attacks were shouting excitedly.
But they seem to have forgotten that they have no idea what the so-called antidote is.