War of the Three Realms

Chapter 815
After Le Tian finished speaking, his figure suddenly faded, as if he had merged with the surrounding black air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Li Kuang, you...are what you said to Le Tian just now true?"

Li Kuang said indifferently: "What do you think?"

"It must have lied to him, you boy, you are really scheming."

Ziyunzi laughed far-fetchedly.

"It's true, we humans have indeed reached the most dangerous situation,"

Li Kuang let out a deep breath, lifted his spirits, and said, "Don't talk about that, look for Senior Brother Ziwu and bite tight, and feel it quickly! It will be too late if you drink Mengpo soup."

Ziyunzi was shocked when he heard it, and hurriedly closed his eyes to feel it.

At this moment, the place where the two are located is the riverside.

This is a big river that looks pitch black, bottomless, and exudes a hint of yin. It is a full [-] meters wide, and there is a suspension bridge across the river, which is only connected by three iron chains, and it is blown by the yin wind. , swaying far away with the wind, the sound of jingling and clanging keeps ringing, it looks thrilling.

This is the most famous Naihe Bridge in Hell!
On the other hand, the iron chain was covered with dilapidated wooden planks, which seemed to be decayed due to the age, and there were holes everywhere, creaking and creaking.

And when the river was surging, black waves surged even more, silent and terrifying.

It was nothing, it was just a little bit darker.

But when the chain bridge is full of ghosts, it looks terrifying.

Countless ghosts were densely packed one by one, almost filling up the entire three-foot-wide iron chain bridge. The strong wind blew up, and the swaying crowd seemed to be riding a roller coaster. The terrifying cries were earth-shattering and shrill poignant.

That's not to mention, there are always ghosts who can't hold on to the iron chains, and can't stabilize their figures. They keep falling down, and are instantly swallowed by the rough river water.

Those people were struggling in the river and shouted for help, but no one paid any attention to them. Everyone looked insensitive.

In less than a moment, those struggling in the black river water began to melt until they turned into pus and merged with the river water.

Squeeze, Squeeze!
The boards on the iron chains also broke from time to time, and more people fell down.

At the other end of the bridge is the famous Meng Po!
(End of this chapter)