When Lin Fenghan was silent, suddenly the monk from the Danding Sect called out: "The bridge has been found!"

Lin Fenghan suppressed the complexity in his heart and forced himself to move away. When everyone gathered, he did not find any shadow of the bridge.

The monks of the Danding Sect took out the cinnabar and sprinkled it slightly on the bridge deck. The narrow bridge immediately appeared quietly.

"How can I pass so narrow?"

The Taoist Duobao said with a ugly expression, reached out to measure it, and said, "Be good, after walking up, you can't turn around at all, but you can really call it a bridge of return that cannot turn back!"

Several monks also fell into deep thought.

Lin Fenghan suddenly said indifferently: "This bridge cannot be passed by mortals, but a monk can pass by."

The Taoist Duobao suddenly realized, turned his head to look at Qingshan Weng, and said with a smile: "Old man Qingshan, you have the highest cultivation here, please!"

Qingshan Weng snorted, his feet did not move, but the person moved slowly a few inches against the Bugui Bridge.

The monks of the five great Taoist sects passed by one by one.

When Mu Xitong was about to use the god to pass through the bridge, Lin Fenghan suddenly spoke and stopped her, "Wait!"

"What's wrong with Brother Han?" Mu Xitong looked back and smiled charmingly.

Lin Fenghan stepped on his feet, and a huge golden lotus rose under his feet. Lin Fenghan pointed to the position next to him and whispered: "Come up!"

Mu Xitong and the star's eyes were like a crescent moon, and the beautiful body shook and he jumped onto the lotus.

The Golden Lotus God's Cat moved forward against the Bugui Bridge, and its speed was no slower than that of other monks.

The Taoist monk felt the movement behind him, and his soul swept over slightly. He looked at "Lin Zhixuan" in surprise and actually took the saint of Taiqing Sect with him. He couldn't help but show a strange expression. It seemed that he had met for the first time, "Lin Zhixuan" kept staring at Mu Xitong. For a moment, several figures of Qingshan Weng who were staring at the front.

Daoist Duobao smashed his mouth, "It's interesting, it's interesting!"

Qingshan Weng's face was full of dark lines and was furious, but now he is inconvenient to get angry when he stepped onto the Bugui Bridge. He can only keep a calm face and look like he settles the accounts after autumn.

Although the bridge without returning is called a bridge.

Strictly speaking, it's more like a road.

This road sometimes goes up, sometimes falls, sometimes turns left, and sometimes circulates to the right, just like a wild snake dancing, twisting to the extreme, extremely complex, and is pitch black in front, blending with the surrounding darkness, and the difficulty rises sharply.

Fortunately, he was able to enter the ancient Yellow River Road, and the worst was that the monks in the Taoist realm were all shown their magical powers, and there were no accidents.

Lin Fenghan's heart was filled with haze, and he always felt that Bugui Bridge would not be so easy to step by. He felt a little alert and deliberately lagged behind Duobao Taoist, using the Golden Lotus God's throne to carry Mu Xitong slowly forward.

Surrounded by tension.

Suddenly.

Lin Fenghan felt a softness in his palm. In the dark and unaware environment, Mu Xitong boldly grabbed Lin Fenghan's generous and generous hand.

Holding Mu Xitong's soft little hand, Lin Fenghan's heart burst into tears, and wisps of tenderness sensation, feeling the unique aura around him. The aura belonging to the fairy Lin Qingyue, Lin Fenghan flipped his hand and tightly wrapped the jade palm.

Mu Xitong's red lips moved slightly, and she sent a message intimately: "Brother Han, I want you to cover my hands tightly for the rest of your life."

Lin Fenghan's dull expression suddenly melted like a glacier, and he unconsciously showed a hint of tenderness, "Okay!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

A beautiful atmosphere surrounds the two of them.

The small movements of Lin Fenghan and Mu Xitong are not easy to see by the people in front of them, but the Taoist Duobao who was walking at the end saw everything.

The Taoist Duobao looked at the two of them and his little hands were secretly holding each other. The Taoist Duobao was so horrified that he saw a ghost.

Good, even the saint of Taiqing Sect dare to be accused of?

Taoist Duobao swallowed in shock, rolled his eyes, and sent a message to Lin Fenghan, saying, "I said to Daoist Lin, have you played it too much? The Saint of Taiqing is a symbol of the Taoist sect and represents the spirit of the Taiqing sect. The Saint of Taiqing sect in all dynasties must not have any distractions. You will not only harm her, but also harm yourself!"

Lin Fenghan smiled coldly when he heard this. Taiqing Sect? The hatred between him and Taiqing Sect has long been so deep that it is unresolved. Why worry about not being able to provoke it?

Lin Fenghan disdained to answer this question and asked back: "Duobao, why are you willing to get involved in this matter? This is not like your style."

When the Taoist Duobao saw that Lin Fenghan did not listen to the advice, he said helplessly: "To be honest, if you had not insisted on participating, I would naturally hide as far as I could."

Lin Fenghan was silent for a moment and sent a voice to him: "Thank you."

The Taoist Duobao smiled freely and said, "It's okay, I also want to see what the fairy treasure looks like. Tsk tsk, the immortal magic weapon is a fatal temptation for us and other weapon refiners."

Lin Fenghan nodded lightly. This time, he came with him, first of all, because Mu Xitong, and secondly, he was preparing to grab the Zhenhe Xianbao. The temptation of the Xianbao is as fatal as the Taoist Duobao said!

Suddenly, the Nine Nether Demon Lord Zhao Lie suddenly shouted: "Be careful, the torrent is coming, you can't avoid it!"

Lin Fenghan was shocked and sent a message to warn Duobao Taoist to pay attention, so he used his true energy to instill it into the Golden Lotus God's throne below his foot.

The golden lotus throne is full of golden light, and the lotus flowers are opened and closed with force, quickly protecting Lin Fenghan and Mu Xitong.

Lin Fenghan suddenly moved, which shocked the monks of the five major Taoist sects in front of him to change their faces. Just as he misunderstood that Lin Fenghan was about to be in a dangerous place, he suddenly started to hurt people. Suddenly, the sound of water rushing violently from the front.

"Be careful, there is a torrent!"

Everyone was a monk in the Daochu Realm and reacted instantly, especially Qingshan Weng who was walking in front of him. He casts spells with both hands, and the mud layer quickly condenses in front of him, turning into a ball of extremely hard rock cone, blocking him.

The turbulent water flow instantly impacted.

"boom!"

The shocking crack sounded roaring.

The huge rock cone separated the water flow on the spot, and the two water columns danced and slid across the sides like water dragons.

The torrent was too fierce and controlled by special forces. The two water dragons danced wildly and quickly merged into one place, continuing to attack all the monks behind them.

"snort!"

The monk of Shenxiao Sect roared, and the divine sword behind him broke out of the box, jumped into his hand on his own initiative, and a giant sword appeared out of thin air to block his face. The sword was sharp and it directly broke through the water flow.

Afterwards, the monk of Shenxiao Sect groaned, and it was obvious that he was not feeling well.

The torrent is divided and combined.

The monks behind him rushed towards the rushing and rushing towards him.

The monks showed their magical powers and barely resisted them, and suffered considerable injuries.

Facing the torrent like an angry dragon hit, Lin Fenghan did not dare to neglect at all. The Golden Lotus God's throne became tighter and tighter, striving to be affected to the minimum range of impact.

The two bodies quickly approached.

"ah…"

Mu Xitong uncontrollably wrapped around Lin Fenghan's waist and threw herself into Wen Nuan's arms. Her body kept squeezing tightly, and her chest was squeezed in distortion.

Mu Xitong's cheeks couldn't help but flushed, and her little head was buried in Lin Fenghan's chest, making her shy and unbearable.

Lin Fenghan's heart thrust, his soft and slender waist squirmed slightly in his arms. He coughed dryly, and he couldn't say anything. He shook his sleeves casually, and instantly saw a small blue shield spreading in the wind.

The small shield is the Yuangu Shield, which is made of the body of the 30,000-year-old willow willow wood, and is fused with several precious materials.

The shield of the Yuangu turned into colorful and colorful lights, blocking Lin Fenghan and Mu Xitong's golden lotus, facing the turbulent torrent.

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