Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5471: 5465

Chapter 5471 Chapter 5465 Lost

The **** of the time.

A higher level than the divine envoy, and above it is the divine lord.

The combat power of the messenger is at an absolute top level, and the strength of this magic sound **** general is probably stronger than that of the king Uzuobai.

Only the four main hall masters can be compared.

This kind of character is invincible in the four secret realms.

Jian Wushuang has to be treated with care of course.

"You are very good, I have heard of you from Wuzuo!" The magic sound **** will say indifferently.

Jian Wushuang was a little flattered. He didn't expect that he was so famous. Not only did the fifth-order emperors of the Primordial Universe know him, but even the Demon God General also knew him.

The magic sound **** will raise his hand, a light descends, the dark red ground begins to collapse, and finally turns into a purgatory of tossing magma.

"Entering here is only the first step. There are three bridges in this purgatory. It depends on your good fortune!"

Jian Wushuang looked at the purgatory beneath his feet, shaking his mind, and replied: "Yes!"

Although I feel the great danger, there are also great opportunities that accompany it.

His figure began to sink, and he looked like a purgatory from the top, but when he got to the bottom, he changed the scene.

After he entered Purgatory, the ground returned to dark red, as if it had never changed.

The God of Moyin slowly opened his eyes, looked through the space, looked at Jian Wushuang, and said inwardly: "The darling of the times? Is it really that powerful?"

He has just recovered, and his strength has returned to its peak.

The fallen character has recovered again. Although his strength has recovered, he has no hope of being the Lord of the universe in his lifetime.

Unwilling!

If so, it might as well have fallen.

He who is alive now is just a trace of the soul selected by the true spirit from the past timeline. If he takes out the body and puts it into the soul, is he really him?

Thinking of this, the magic sound **** will slowly close his eyes.

After entering Purgatory, Jian Wushuang, in front of him is a small intestine path. There is nothing special, there is no resistance, and there is no benefit to walking over. The surroundings are dark, and he can only follow this path and diverge. It is possible to get lost.

"It's interesting, this should be a special space, not a cave sky!"

Special space is still very different from Dongtian.

Walking down this road, Jian Wushuang finally reached the first bridge.

Under the bridge is hot lava, and on the bridge is the undead soul.

These souls are unsteady, similar to the spirits after the emperor's fall, but they are much stronger. They are all at the emperor level. They wander unconsciously, only walking on the bridge, and there are hundreds of wandering souls.

Although these wandering souls have good strength, they are all third-order emperors, who is it to look down upon!

Jian Wushuang stepped forward, and thousands of sword aura burst out behind him, directly dispelling the wandering souls on the bridge.

Rundown!

As soon as the wandering soul dissipated, the whole bridge began to break down, Jian Wushuang couldn't see through, so he could only step back, but the bridge disappeared?

"This is?"

Jian Wushuang is a little unclear.

"Is it related to wandering souls?" he asked secretly.

If this is the case, at least give him a chance, such as going back to the starting point or something, what to do if there is no way in the middle of the journey.

You can't fly over it!

The powerful drag force, he estimated that he might have fallen into the magma below before flying over.

Those magma can't hurt him, but the wild beasts in the magma are all genuine sixth-order emperors, and there is only one dead end for him to fall.

"What should I do!" Jian Wushuang touched his head.

I glanced at the magma below, took a step back, and swam over and said nothing.

Even if he turns into a desolate beast, he will be recognized.

I fumbled around, all over weeds, nothing.

This purgatory, what you're doing!

Some helpless, he can only walk towards the rear.

Return according to the original path, this journey is a hundred years.

When I came, I had only gone for an hour, but I went back for a hundred years, and the key has not yet gone where it came.

He regretted it halfway, then turned back and walked towards the bridge, only to find that he couldn't go anyway, only one way to the end.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years.

Jian Wushuang originally held hope, but gradually began to give up, even shouting the name of the magic sound **** to the sky, wanting to go out.

But in this horrible place, there was no one who responded.

Slowly, he began to feel tired. He lost his human form as he walked, and his body was sloppy, just like the dead souls he saw on the bridge.

Just walking unconsciously, the consciousness in my heart began to fade away.

He doesn't know how long he has been walking, the power of the divine body has not been replenished and has been consumed. Fortunately, the body is immortal, he at least has a personality.

I don't know how long it has passed, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure is illusory and transparent, and there is a skeleton behind the figure, which should have been left by the flesh.

Without the physical body and the divine body, man is left with the soul.

As for the origin, it is long gone.

The moment he saw the figure, Jian Wushuang seemed to see hope.

A glance at the spring water erupted in the mustard seeds, instantly filling the divine body, and then the eyes began to brighten, and the steps under his feet became faster.

He went from limping to walking normally, and ran directly behind him.

This time he didn't make a move, but rushed to the front of the figure, trying to wake him up.

He can see it now. The wandering souls on the bridge are probably the practitioners who came here. After killing those wandering souls, the bridge disappeared. Although he doesn't understand why now, it's similar to practice. The person concerned.

Now finally I saw a practitioner again, why is he not excited?

After seeing the face of the other party’s soul, Jian Wushuang was a little surprised. Isn’t this the "Wanyan" who entered the Magic Sound Hall earlier?

The opponent is worse than him, his consciousness has been weakened to the point where he can't feel it, and he can't wake up no matter how he calls.

Jian Wushuang raised his hand and it was two big ear scrapers, but unfortunately the other party was in the state of soul and couldn't hit it at all.

In the end, he could only endure the pain and took out countless sacred stones and forced them to the opponent.

A trace of strength gathered, Wanyan's eyes began to show light spots, and consciousness gradually returned.

When the other party wakes up, after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he instantly becomes clever.

"Jian Wushuang!" Wanyan recognized Jian Wushuang. When Jian Wushuang was admitted by the source, he had seen Jian Wushuang.

Afterwards, I thought of all the things I had entered here before reacting. With the help of the power of the **** stone, the divine body was restored and the body was condensed, and the origin also reached its peak.

After recovering, Wanyan quickly took out a set of clean clothes from the mustard and put it on her body.

"Thanks this time!"

Jian Wushuang waved his hand and said: "Isn't it time to talk about this, is it because of that bridge that fellow Taoists is like this?"

If this is the case, then the dead souls on the bridge are not for them to be killed at all, but to be saved.

(End of this chapter)