Revival of the Gods

"What are you doing?" behind Xiao Hua, a wandering soul like a girl, "You don't want to cross the bridge?"

"I can't go!" Xiao Hua said.

“Don’t try to know?” The girl despised Xiao Huadao. “It’s a waste of life when you were alive!”

After the "bad and full of surplus", Xiao Hua was once again labeled as "the waste of the womb"!

Xiao Hua is also helpless, but he thought for a moment, and felt that the girl said that it was reasonable. He thought for a moment, and after the girl flew past, he continued to step into Huangquan Road and followed.

The front of the head is fragrant, and a magnificent river traverses the heavens and the earth!

The big river is similar to the fairy river, and the **** red water separates the heavens and the earth, as the **** barriers block the front of the crowd. The blood red looks endless, and the gaze of the eye can be seen. The blood red seems to be condensed again. There are countless stunned runes that give off a strange luster.

However, there is some fogging above the blood red, and the fog is turned into ten colors. Occasionally, there are light and shadows of the lotus flower, and the light and shadow of the flowers of the other side are born. Within these light and shadows, there is even a dementia. The soul is crowded there, and a pair of eyes staring at the air, as if there is something to attract them!

The long river that traverses the heavens and the earth is naturally Huangquan.

In addition to fog and light and shadow on the top of Huangquan, more is the law of life and death that Xiao Hua can't perceive! The powerful force of life and death forms an incomparable barrier separating the two circles of yin and yang, and the nature between the two worlds is the bridge!

The name of the bridge is the bridge. In fact, it is a spiral of chains. The surface of the chain, the ten-color light and shadows make a lot of flow, it looks very similar to the light on the other side. There is red between the streams. And white mandala flowers drift in the wind.

At this time, there are already a lot of souls stepping into the spiral. As the water rotates, it breaks through the yin and yang barriers. Whenever there is a wandering into the whirlpool, the entire chain will tremble slightly. The tiny light ribbon will come out of the chain with inexplicable texture. Scorpio, Scorpio is blood red, in fact, similar to the color of Huang Quan, so that the texture is stunned, it is not a paste to enter the sky or fall into the yellow spring!

The smell of the soul is emitted from the spiral of the Naihe Bridge. The soul of the bridge that has entered the bridge is smelling this strange smell. It is the face that is blurred and intoxicated. It seems that you don’t have to drink Mengpo soup, they will forget Former life.

Xiao Hua did not see Meng Po on the bridge, but she did not know whether she was young or old, but he was not close to the spiral light between Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge. A powerful force of rejection was born from the light and shadow, and he was pushed down. One side!

One side of the bridge is naturally the edge of Huangquan. The twisted and slanted ten-color flame will separate the river from Huangquan. Xiaohua looks at the blood-red ice crystal barrier that is within reach. He can't help but want to touch it. It is a pity that his arms are everywhere, everything is nothing, not to mention blood red, that is, his own arms are gone.

"I want to wait for him here." Xiao Hua was shocked. He just had to close his hand, and a bleak and determined voice sounded.

Xiao Hua suddenly turned back and saw a beautiful and beautiful soul struggling to escape from the vortex into the aperture and rushing toward Xiaohua.

Xiao Hua was puzzled and hurriedly avoided.

"Brush" on the bridge, a **** color fell, the woman covered, a kind voice sounded, "Are you decided? If you wait, you have to wait in the spring for a thousand years, in this millennium, you wait The person may pass through the bridge, but you can't say anything, only when he is willing to wait for you, you and he can meet in Huangquan!"

"I am willing!" the woman replied without hesitation. "I believe that he will wait for a thousand years in Huangquan like me!"

"Maybe you wait for him to come, it is not yours!" The voice did not show up, but said patiently, "And even if he enters Huangquan, maybe he is not waiting for you!"

"No matter how!" The woman still resolutely replied, "I made an appointment with him, just waiting for him here, we will reincarnate together, and we will be together for the rest of our lives!"

"唉" That kind voice sighed and said, "I can't think of the fairy-tale bridge in Xianjie, so many infatuated immortals, just smash it, you will!"

Said, the blood red light shadow on the woman turned into a flame mark condensed in the woman's eyebrows.

The kind voice said, "You can wait outside of Huangquan, but your mark is not preserved by Huang Quan, it will devour your soul, so you must enter Huangquan before your consciousness is blurred! Remember, you can't come out when you enter Huangquan."

“Thank you!” The woman hurriedly prayed, “You, are you Meng Po?”

It is a pity that after the sound falls, it will never sound again, and naturally it will not answer the woman.

When the woman saw it, she hurriedly turned to look at the soul of the stream. She seemed to look forward to finding the soul of her waiting from the inside. The red mark of the woman's eyebrows swayed like fire.

Sure enough, it was just a fragrant work, and the woman’s body began to be thin and barely able to stand.

"唉" woman sighed and looked at Xiao Hua, whispered. "If there is a wandering soul called Oriental Yushan, you are bothered to tell him that a poor woman named Wang Lang is willing to give up everything for him. Now she is entering Huang Quan, if he has the heart, he also goes to Huang Quan to find me."

"Oriental Yushan? Wang Lang??" Xiao Hua was a bit stunned. Both of these names are familiar and familiar. He can't think of it anyway.

"Coughing" Xiao Hua coughed twice and hurriedly replied, "I am willing, but unfortunately I will not wait here for how long."

The woman named Wang Lang did not seem to listen to Xiao Hua’s words. Instead, she looked at the distance with tears and opened her voice. “Looking for the sun in a place where there is no wind, doing warm sun in your cold place, there are many people, you always Too naive, for the rest of my life, I only want you."

Wang Lang’s singing is melodious. He said that Xiao Hua was obsessed with obsessiveness. All the wandering souls around him didn’t stop. But with the rest of his life, as long as you lyrics, Wang Langyi reluctantly stepped into Huangquan, that blocked. Xiao Hua’s ten-color light and shadow disappeared silently in Wang Lang’s **** flame.

"Peace is you, poverty is also you, Ronghua is you, gentleness is your heart, eyes are also, you are"

The sound is ethereal, Wang Lang falls into Huangquan, but the remaining sound is floating over Huangquan, and it has been a long time.

"唉" The kind voice that has long since disappeared again, "The edge of the deep edge is determined by the heavens. Who knows what?"

Xiao Hua was obsessed with obsessiveness, standing on the edge of Huangquan for a while, and on the other side of the Yellow Spring, on the other side of the bridge, the place where the count could not be counted, a huge palace was like a fierce beast in the towering mountains. In the central palace of the palace, a body that was lying down suddenly flew up, and the crisp and squeaking voice screamed "Ah? Is he coming?"

This figure is a movement, this is a blue-gray temple suddenly gave birth to a layer of flame like a phosphorus fire, the flames ignited from all over the temple, and then like the thousands of singular snakes along the temple inscribed in the inexplicable texture The figure, the flames of the flames reveal the true meaning of the temple. This temple does not know what kind of material is piled up, the blue material has white bone gray, the white bone is either a totem or a rune, but whether it is a totem or a rune, it has a creepy feeling at first glance. .

Even the cyan fire-like flames flowed through these totems and runes, and the ray of light, such as scorpions, bone beasts, and blood rivers, also appeared in the flames, and the light and shadows appeared one after another, and the whole flame seemed to have laughter and jealousy. It sounds. However, the flames finally gathered to the figure, and all the abnormal sounds disappeared completely. The "boom" figure shook slightly, and the wings behind it suddenly exploded. The flames engraved the strange patterns on the wings, a majestic Breathing from the figure, through the temple straight into the vast sky!

The feathered wings reveal the graceful lines of the figure, which is a woman. However, this woman's body is dark and black, and there are more than 13,200 different kinds of bizarre runes on the black body surface. www.ltnovel.com~ This rune is not rotating, although the rhythm of rotation is different. But a light purple with a blood red gas came out slowly from the air.

However, these runes flashed out when the wings spread, and then they were hidden in the darkness, and they could not be seen. It was the beautiful face of the woman, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a shallow dimple and a A beautiful woman is so clear, this woman is not exactly ya?

Ya's appearance is beautiful, but the complexion is dark, and the texture of the condensate condenses into a weird rune scattered around the cheeks. She flies in the air and looks at one direction. The eyes are eager, shocked, ecstasy!

However, waiting for her to fly out of the wings, a voice rang in her mind, "Hey, do you feel it?"

"呜" ya did not pay attention to this voice, the feathers suddenly burst into a volume, the whole body was born with a blue light instantly disappeared from the temple, waiting to appear again, is already above the sky of more than 10 million feet.

The sky is like blood, the Taotao cloud sea produces the dark clouds like ink, the wind blows the elegant black hair, and the enthusiasm of Ya’s pair of scorpions gives birth to fanaticism, concealing the unknown distance, and replies, “Hey, you can sense, How can I not sense it?"

"嘿嘿" That warm and crisp voice is still not ill, said, "Is it still mad at me?"

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Huangquan is above the bridge, but under the bridge,

After the rest of my life, I have a loved one after Huang Quan!

Is the trip to forget the river a thrilling emotional journey? Remember this Wang Lang is not the king wave

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