Tripod Reverses the Heaven

After the ancient wind came out of the space node, it slowly felt the smell of the devil. After basically determining the location, it directly pursued it with great strides.

He just got up and suddenly changed his face, because he found that he was not as casual as the outside world.

His flight will be limited, both in altitude and speed.

"Damn it, I knew the hell was unusual. There are still such restrictions!"

For the sake of safety, the ancient wind did not continue to fly, but tried to tear open the void directly.

But as soon as he made an action, he was shocked to find that he couldn't tear away the emptiness here.

At this time, he was very frightened. If he could not tear open the void, he would lose his maximum speed. In this way, how should he pursue and kill the devil?

"No wonder it's said that hell is not easy. If you want to break through hell, you must at least cultivate at the saint level. With the cultivation of the great saint, I will encounter so much inconvenience here, let alone under the saint! "

Helpless, the ancient wind had to give up the act of tearing the void and directly lock in one direction.

Although he himself could not tear the void, he believed that the devil could not be limited. It was all mutual.

Hell, this is a special existence with no clear territory. It's just a world of different planes. It's said that all dead people will come here.

Or reincarnation, or accept the pain of purgatory.

The more the ancient wind moved forward, the more difficult it was to fly. Finally, he simply went down to the ground and began to walk.

As soon as he got down to the ground, there was a shrill sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling in the ancient wind's ear. Then he felt the air flow around him surging, more accurately, attacking himself.

"Presumptuous!"

In an instant, the ancient wind gave a loud drink, and the smell of saints scattered away, and immediately let those who attacked disappear.

After shaking away these evil spirits, Gu Feng stood up with a spear and continued to stride forward. I don't know how long he walked, and a mountain appeared in front of him.

When I wanted to rise directly into the sky and bypass the mountains, the ancient wind was shocked again. At this time, I couldn't fly. His body became so heavy that he couldn't even fly at low altitude.

This is not a good sign. Once you lose your ability to fly, won't you become a lamb to be slaughtered in this completely strange place?

He wanted to go back and give up pursuing, but Gu Feng thought of the devil's crime and Mu Qingqing whose life and death were unknown. He simply gritted his teeth and set off again.

When he set foot on the mountain, a secluded path appeared in front of him, winding and hazy, with no end in sight.

After a brief hesitation, he finally set foot directly on the path.

This path is built along the mountain. It is convenient to go down endless cliffs, but it can't see to the end. It is covered by thick mist. There is no end in front, and it is also surrounded by thick mist.

Even if the ancient wind understands the way of mist from urination, it can't peep at all.

After traveling for a long time, it finally became clear in front of the ancient wind. There is a high ridge in front of him, which is connected with the path under his feet.

A pavilion was built on the ridge. On the stone columns on both sides of the pavilion, it was impressively written: look at your hometown for thirty miles. Don't miss it for a hundred years!

On the plaque of the pavilion, there are three big words "wangxiangtai".

After seeing this scene, Gu Feng was shocked and his whole back was numb.

Wangxiangtai, this is wangxiangtai.

It is said that after everyone dies, he will look at his hometown for the last time in this place. After looking at it, he will completely end his karma with his previous life.

Although Gu Feng is a monk, he has heard these legends since he was a child and has always stayed away from them.

Forced down the fear in my heart, the ancient wind finally stepped on the lookout platform, and also looked back at the past on that platform.

At this look, it surprised him again.

He actually saw everything about himself in the past. Since he was born in Baihua Valley, important scenes passed in front of him until he put on this armor.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously smiled, then got off the lookout and continued to move towards the front.

Before he set foot on the lookout, he was only in awe, but after he set foot, he just smiled.

Because if you were an ordinary person, you would really see your life on the lookout until the moment of death.

But what he saw was that after wearing armor, it was gone. How could the lookout here reflect his life?

After leaving wangxiangtai, the ancient wind didn't go far. He heard bursts of "rumbling" sound in his ears, which immediately made his whole person nervous again.

"Is there a big river?"

After listening for a while, the ancient wind determined that there was a running river ahead.

With a bad mood, the ancient wind is on the road again.

Before long, when the fog cleared, a running river finally appeared in front of him.

The river was about 100 feet wide and ran fast. Far away, a disgusting smell of decay spread into the mouth and nose of the ancient wind, making him frown on the spot.

"Damn it, that river... That river is as yellow as I expected. This is... Yellow spring!"

Even though he has galloped the world with ancient style and laughed at the world for many years, he can't help feeling afraid after seeing the legendary yellow spring again.

It is said that the yellow spring evolved from the corpse water of those dead people from ancient times to now. Therefore, the river will be yellow and there will be a disgusting smell of decay in it.

"It is said that there is a bridge on the huangquan river. Its name is Naihe. I don't know where it is?"

Looking down the yellow spring, at the end of the gray sky, the ancient wind really saw a hazy bridge.

The bridge crosses both banks of the yellow spring and is the only way through the yellow spring.

"Hehe, I didn't expect those legends to be true. I'd like to see if there is really a Meng Po selling soup on the bridge."

After a chuckle, the ancient wind went directly along the huangquan river towards the Naihe bridge.

He wanted to see if the legendary Mengpo soup really had that magical effect.