It would be a pity if we really entered the turbulence of time and space.
That soul ladder and the ladder of transformation are so magical. If they were taken out, the effect would be much better than that of Magic Sound Mountain.
Copying the origin of all the ways, this is a blessed place where all the ways flow into the sky.
"By the way, fellow Taoist Wushuang, how did you recover this physical body?" Dong Sheng was a little curious. His physical body was already strong enough. Although it was refined after becoming an emperor, it was not weak to the super-grade physical body. There was only one grain of it.
Anyone can be resurrected.
Wanyan also looked at Jian Wushuang. He was equally curious, but he was not as shameless as Dongsheng to ask in person. After all, everyone has their own secrets.
Jian Wushuang didn't care about this. His enemies had never been these people. There was nothing to hide, and it wasn't some secret opportunity.
But this can be regarded as a small base of his. In fact, it is somewhat insignificant compared to his own strength.
"My physical body was once refined in the Demonic Sound Palace, but at that time, the Demonic Sound Divine General had not yet been born. Some accidents occurred during the refining process, which caused the physical body to be mixed with the origin and divine body, so that I lost my physical body.
You can also recover out of thin air!" Jian Wushuang said nonchalantly.
The listeners were extremely shocked!
Dong Sheng is also a disciple of the Spiritual Body School, and his physical body is also at the highest level, but it has not reached the level of Ninth Refining. He was extremely shocked when he heard this!
"It's amazing to be able to integrate the origin and the divine body. Qi Temple is really extraordinary. I have never heard of this refining method!" Dong Sheng's eyes showed admiration for the emperor who took the divine body route.
Have a good impression.
Especially a practitioner like Jian Wushuang who has refined his body to such a powerful level.
They all felt that Jian Wushuang was an emperor, and Jian Wushuang did not tell him otherwise. After all, if he continued to talk about it, these two people would not admire him, but would be jealous of him.
"Okay, let's get on the road first! Look at the second bridge, what tricks are we going to do!"
The two became three, and fortunately there were no other weird things along the way.
The Blood Demon really shocked them.
We walked all the way to the end. After a month, we finally saw a golden bridge.
This time, underneath the bridge is not purgatory magma, but a mortal world.
“Free at Golden Bridge!”
There is also a line of ancient writing written on the top.
As for the top of the bridge, there is nothing.
The more ordinary it looks, the more danger there is.
They all know this very well. No one is a rookie, they are all strong men who have been in the world for endless years and have never seen anything in the world.
“Go up!” Jian Wushuang said indifferently.
There’s nothing much to say, it’s right in front of you, if you can just look at what you can research, why not go up there and give it a try.
Wanyan was very brave this time and walked onto the Zizi Golden Bridge after falling.
When he went up, Jian Wushuang and Dong Sheng behind him noticed that the figure disappeared after entering the bridge.
This shows that Zizai Jinqiao is probably an independent space.
Jian Wushuang did not hesitate and stepped forward directly.
The moment you enter, you feel a sense of warmth. The scene in front of you is not purgatory, but a fairyland on earth.
Walking on this bridge feels like coming to earth.
Although there is a free golden bridge under your feet, your body is in the mortal world under the bridge.
Jian Wushuang had not heard this kind of noise for a long time. There were traffickers, rich people, and scantily clad prostitutes in brothels.
Jian Wushuang stood among these people, as if no one could detect his presence.
"What does this mean? Ordinary travel?" Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. If this is really the case, it is too old-fashioned. He does not follow this method at all.
With a status like the Demonic Sound God General, he shouldn't have such a long and difficult training!
But he is here again.
There must be something fishy about this. Jian Wushuang thought of his last experience of crossing the bridge, which could be said to be full of twists and turns.
The being who designed these three bridges is definitely a powerful person who likes to travel around the world of mortals.
This test is not about strength, but about state of mind and the strength of the soul.
Jian Wushuang started to take steps, walking forward step by step.
When he entered it, he didn't feel anything strange.
Soon he walked out of the Zizijin Bridge. He originally thought it was very simple, but the moment he stepped off the bridge, the scene around him began to become more and more real.
And he himself began to change.
Chingshan City, a small alley in the west of the city.
Now Jian Wushuang is just a beggar, carrying a crooked stick in one hand and a broken bowl in the other.
Obviously he walked out of the bridge, but did not reach the other side. Instead, he fell into this ordinary town.
He has been here for three days and has not eaten for three days!
Now he is just like a mortal, even worse than an ordinary mortal. He can't even fight a wild dog in an alley.
Jian Wushuang completely regretted it. This was simply torture.
From the beginning, I can’t see the intention.
It was better when crossing the first bridge. It improved the soul a little, but the improvement was really limited. Maybe he didn't like it after seeing the soul ladder.
But what does this second bridge mean?
Let him travel around the world of mortals?
Then throw his soul into a beggar's body and travel fart!
He really couldn't stand it anymore.
bang!
The only broken bowl left was also thrown by Jian Wushuang.
The poor people living in the alleys of the fence alleys feel a little sympathy after seeing a beggar who is so desperate that he throws his bowl.
"Shopkeeper, give him two steamed buns and charge my account!" At a roadside stall, a middle-aged man with no patches on his clothes was sipping steaming haggis soup and waved to the stall owner.
Give Jian Wushuang two steamed buns.
The stall owner was also a kind-hearted person. Not only did he give Jian Wushuang two steamed buns, he also handed over a bowl of hot soup.
“It’s better to live and die. Eat something. This winter will pass soon.”
bang!
Jian Wushuang pushed away the food handed to him by the other party, picked up the stick and wanted to beat him up.
"roll!"
who is he?
He is the ultimate Taoist king, the proud son of heaven. With his talents as a Taoist king, he is an unparalleled genius who can overpower the emperor.
Does he need to be pitied by others?
Even if he starved to death today or lay outside and froze to death, he didn't need to be pitied by others.
“You!” The stall owner’s face darkened. This was the first time he had seen such a beggar.
Putting your hot face on a beggar’s cold ass, even if the stall owner is a living Buddha, he can’t do it.
“Hmph, I don’t know what’s good or bad!”
The stall owner walked into the house angrily and ignored Jian Wushuang.
The middle-aged man who was sucking the haggis soup left some copper coins behind. When he slowly stood up and passed by Jian Wushuang, he said: "Young man, it is not good to have an impetuous mind!"
Jian Wushuang sneered, laughing at the ignorance of these people, but what he said next made him freeze in place.
“How can you stand in the universe if you don’t even have the courage to live in the mortal world?” the middle-aged man said in a faint voice.