The original god.

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

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

　　 is only comparable to the four main hall masters.

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

　　 Jian Wushuang, of course, has to be treated with care.

　　 "You are very good, I have heard of you from Wuzuo!" Moyin Shenjiang said calmly.

　　 Jian Wushuang was a little flattered, he did not expect that he was so famous, not only the fifth-order emperor of the original universe knew him, 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 just the first step. There are three bridges in this purgatory, and it all depends on your good fortune!"

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

　　 Although I felt the great danger, but it also came with great opportunities.

　　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 magic sound **** will 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 been restored, he has no hope of being the Lord of the universe in his entire life.

　　 unwilling!

　　 If this is the case, 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 intestines 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 it is possible to diverge. Lost.

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

　　Special space is still very different from Dongtian.

　　 Walking along 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 precarious, 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 took one step, and thousands of sword aura burst out behind him, directly dispelling the wandering souls on the bridge.

　　 Dilapidated!

　　As soon as the wandering soul dissipated, the whole bridge began to break down. Jian Wushuang couldn't see through it, 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 secretly asked.

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

　　 can't fly over it!

　　 That powerful drag force, he estimated that he might have fallen into the magma below before he flew 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.

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

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

　　 fumbled around, all over weeds, nothing.

　　 This purgatory, what you're doing!

　　 Some helpless, he can only walk towards the rear.

　　 Go back in the same way, and this journey is a hundred years.

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

　　 He regretted it halfway, turned back again, and walked in the direction of the bridge, only to find that he couldn't go anyway, he could only go one way to the end.

　　 a hundred years, a 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 is no one responding.

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

　　 just walked unconsciously, and the consciousness in my heart began to fade away.

　　 He doesn't know how long he has been walking, the power of the **** 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.

　　 The spring water erupted from the mustard seeds, instantly filling the divine body, and then the eyes began to brighten, and the steps under his feet also became faster.

　　 From limping to walking normally, he 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 now that 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 has something to do with the practitioners.

　　 Now that he finally saw another practitioner, he was not excited.

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

　　 The other party is worse than him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's 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 it was a pity that the other party was in a state of soul, and couldn't be hit at all.

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

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

　　 Waiting for the moment the other party wakes up, after seeing the person in front of him, he instantly becomes clever.

　　 "Jian Wushuang!" Wanyan recognized Jian Wushuang, and Jian Wushuang was recognized by the source at the time, and he had seen Jian Wushuang.

　　 Then he remembered all the things he had entered here before reacting. With the help of the power of the divine stone, he restored the divine body and condensed the flesh, and the origin also reached its peak.

After 　　 recovered, Wan Yan 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 the time to talk about this, is it because of that bridge that fellow Daoists did it?"

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

　　

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