Zhuo Yifan knew that the time when Ouyang Qingzhi couldn't feel his breath was probably the time when he inexplicably vomited blood and refined his blood into the soul pool.
However, the memory of that period is blank.
"Qingzhi, I'm sorry for making you worry. It's okay now." Zhuo Yifan stroked Ouyang Qingzhi's hair lovingly and said a little guiltily.
"Yifan, An Chenyin and the others have bad intentions and want to plot against you all the time. You must be careful." Ouyang Qingzhi said worriedly.
"Don't worry, Qingzhi. I have my own plans in mind. They want to plot against me. Haha, I don't know who plots against whom." Zhuo Yifan smiled very sinisterly.
Ouyang Qingzhi was shocked. Following Zhuo Yifan's gaze, she seemed to have discovered something, and whispered: "Yifan, it turns out you did it on purpose. This move is really wonderful."
Ouyang Qingzhi and Zhuo Yifan had a spiritual connection. With Zhuo Yifan's thought, she understood everything and immediately secretly cheered.
At this moment, the crowd was already a little excited. These people risked their lives and followed An Chen and Yin Dang. They originally wanted to get a piece of the pie. Who would have thought that they would be so overbearing, even though there was a lot of holy water, they would not give everyone a sip.
Some extreme people have already started spitting fire from their eyes, planning to rush forward and take a few sips.
Experts with astonishing talents such as An Chen and Yin Dang An Bao are working hard to understand the "Netherworld Golden Body Art". From time to time, golden light appears from their bodies, and golden runes flash from time to time on their bodies.
Obviously, this divine sect was so powerful that it actually made their bodies grow by 10% in an instant.
This made everyone's eyes burst into flames. They were helplessly watching so many treasures but could not get them. The feeling was simply indescribable.
Zhuo Yifan sighed: "The underworld holy water and the Netherworld Golden Body Art are a perfect match! Even a fool with dull qualifications can make a breakthrough in a short time. It's a pity that they are so overbearing. Otherwise, the entire team's combat strength will be reduced."
It’s improved a lot.”
Zhuo Yifan's words were neither loud nor quiet, allowing people around him to hear them clearly.
This is like a fuse, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.
Elder Anyan had done so much along the way, but was abandoned and ostracized by Anchen Yindang and others, and now he was driven out so far. At this moment, everyone felt deep sympathy for Zhuo Yifan.
In addition, more than 5,000 believers saw their idols being treated so unfairly, and they became even more furious.
Soon, the core disciples had filled up the holy water, and not a drop was left.
And An Chen, Yin Dang and others also completely remembered the "Netherworld Golden Body Art" in their minds.
Without the treasure, these people finally put down the cold iron arrows, but still did not allow anyone to get close.
An burst said: "Young Master, we have firmly memorized the Netherworld Golden Body Technique, what should we do now?"
"Destroy!"
An Chen said almost without thinking.
Of course, such a deadly weapon must be in your own hands.
As for the family monks, they didn't take it to heart at all. It was impossible for any of these people to get out alive.
Seeing the monks suddenly attacking the altar, Zhuo Yifan's face changed greatly and he said: "Damn it, these bastards, they have remembered that the "Netherworld Golden Body Art" will be destroyed, and they obviously don't want us to get it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone could not suppress their inner anger.
Ouyang Qingzhi said coldly: "Damn it, they don't take us to heart at all. Sooner or later we will die. It's better to fight them."
After saying that, he rushed forward.
Zhuo Yifan quickly grabbed her and advised in a low voice: "Don't be reckless. Although they are small in number, they are all elite masters of the Mahayana period. We are no match at all. We have to find opportunities to give them a fatal blow."
Ouyang Qingzhi said harshly: "They are lucky, how come these bastards are not punished by God!"
Zhuo Yifan said sternly: "Don't worry, they are going against the grain, God will not see it, and they will suffer retribution sooner or later."
The two people's pretentiousness brought the monks' dissatisfaction to its peak.
But as Zhuo Yifan said, the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, so it is just a matter of delivering food.
Everyone looked at the group of core disciples with unwilling eyes.
Rubbles were flying, and "Netherworld Golden Body Art" was quickly destroyed by An Chen and others.
Anbao frowned secretly, always feeling something was wrong.
It’s too easy to destroy this god-level technique!
But he couldn't find any flaws in the traces. It had indeed gone through countless years of precipitation and looked very old.
Otherwise, he would really suspect that this was Zhuo Yifan's conspiracy.
An Chen didn't have the slightest doubt. He looked at An and said, "Where is the Naihe bridge? It's time for us to cross the bridge now."
An Burst said: "It's right in front, but young master, these people haven't drank the holy water of the underworld, so I'm afraid they won't be able to cross the Naihe Bridge! According to legend, without the holy water of the underworld to cover up their aura, they will be easily attacked by monsters under the bridge."
An Chen shrugged disapprovingly and said with a smile: "Then let them wish for themselves! Such a precious treasure as Huangquan Holy Water must of course be used on worthy people. If such a bunch of wastes die, they will die!
"
Hearing these words, even Zhuo Yifan had the urge to strangle him to death.
Damn this bastard, he is simply inhuman, cold-blooded, cruel and emotionless.
After An Chen finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward.
This time, he didn't want the tribulation period monks to take the lead.
Because the Naihe Bridge is said to be very dangerous, there are countless terrifying monsters under the bridge that will attack outsiders at all costs.
Only those with the aura of the underworld's holy water can avoid the monster's attack and successfully reach the other side.
Obviously, most people knew this legend, and all of a sudden, everyone's faces became extremely ugly.
Even if it is bound by an oath, even if it is related to family interests, at this moment, everyone decided in their hearts to be themselves for a minute and never to be humiliated and controlled by An Chen Yindang and others again.
"Everyone, you can come and try your luck, but you have to wait until I cross the bridge." An Chen smiled darkly: "Elder Anyan, since you like to share joys and sorrows with others, just stay here with them. Let's start with
One step forward."
After saying that, everyone walked forward.
Three thousand meters ahead, a small bridge can be vaguely seen standing in the mist.
Obviously, that is the legendary Naihe Bridge.
Naihe Bridge is mysterious and unpredictable. No one present has seen it before, but at this moment, no one doubts it.
Because that's how it's marked on the secret map.
Zhuo Yifan did stay at the end, but when he saw the backs of An Chen and the masters, he bit his lip.
He seemed to be extremely sad and angry, making the monks around him feel uncomfortable.
In fact, how did they know that Zhuo Yifan was laughing so hard that his stomach almost hurt.