Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu passed through the transparent light door.

Just like time traveling, the years turn around, and I feel like the world is turning upside down and the world is spinning.

It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like a long time in the past, he was brought to a circular platform in a vast underground space by the light gate array.

"call."

This place is empty and deserted, like an isolated island in the sea. Under the platform is an endless stretch of blue water, with shallow waves slowly coming in.

A piece of light blue mist floated and shrouded, and six blue rope bridges stretched unsteadily from different directions into the mist of unknown distances like swings. Due to the deep haze, they could not be seen at all from hundreds of feet away.

Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the bridge, and the fragile cable bridge seemed to be in danger of disintegrating at any time, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The sea beneath your feet seems calm, but in fact, a strange and cold aura is faintly coming out, as if seeping from the underworld.

Is it possible that this place is not the inner circle and can only be reached through this suspension bridge?

The circular platform has a radius of more than a hundred miles, and is as smooth as a mirror, without any unevenness. Except for the six rope bridges, there is nothing there, and not even a ghost can be seen.

What is puzzling is that the ocean under the platform should at least contain fish, shrimps, crabs, etc., but there is nothing there, which makes it look a little strange.

With his powerful spiritual consciousness and the magical ability to understand that the owner of the South China Sea was "shrunk into an inch", he felt a little relaxed invisibly. He keenly discovered the few faint and almost non-existent monk auras left here.

There are them in front of every suspension bridge. It seems that these people have already reached the unknown other side.

It's just that the choices are different.

These six rope bridges seem to be exactly the same, with no difference at all. However, from the auras of the monks left on them, we can tell that their cultivation strength is uneven. However, even if they are low, they are still very powerful. Compared with Fiery Explosive Bear , even worse than that, even a lot more.

Although we are far behind others, I believe there are still many people behind us. There is no doubt about this.

Time was running out, Wang Lu randomly found a rope bridge, but before he stepped on it, a blue light came in, blocking him out.

"what."

Wang Lu frowned slightly and punched out. The blue light shook slightly and quickly stabilized, giving him a sense of unbreakability.

If this road is blocked, then change to another one, spread out your body skills, and come to another rope bridge. It is exactly the same as the previous one. It is also blocked. No blue light appears on the next one.

Instead of stepping on it, he tried three more seats, but the blue light was still there, blocking him tightly.

Is it possible that the six rope bridges were not chosen by themselves, but that the thirty of them had been assigned to them long ago?

If this is true, then who is stirring up the storm behind the scenes, and according to what standard?

Wang Lu didn't think deeply about it, believing that as long as he reached the final place, the mystery would be revealed.

After taking one look at the empty platform, he spread out his body skills and flew to the rope bridge without hesitation.

"call!"

A gust of quiet sea breeze blew by, and he once again put on the monkey-head mask he bought for a lot of money, and ran at high speed as if he were walking on flat ground. His figure was soon covered by the strange blue sea mist and disappeared.

The platform became quiet again, waiting for the arrival of the next monk who had been assigned.

His steps were as fast as flying, and his figure was like a black lightning flashing across the blue light.

Three hours passed quickly. Except for the gentle blowing of the sea breeze, the sea was calm and peaceful.

The rope bridge has also reached the end, and a huge island lies in front of us.

This island was also wrapped in blue sea fog. Wang Lu only knew that it was very big. Other than that, it was completely shrouded and blurred.

A piece of pure golden beach stretches out under your feet. With the magic power, a handful of extremely fine golden sea sand comes into your hands. Feel it carefully. This sand is surprisingly flexible. No matter how much force you use, you can't crush it.

Waves of rich spiritual energy rushed towards the face, which was at least three hundred times more powerful than the outside. Presumably, this mountain was moistened by the rich spiritual energy like rain. Not to mention the natural treasures everywhere, there would be more or less.

Wang Lu moved and fled towards the island covered by blue sea fog.

The sea fog not only directly limits the consciousness, but also causes chaos when the line of sight reaches up to thirty feet.

The island is very quiet, with gently rolling waves and nothing but golden sandy beaches. There is a hint of weirdness in the tranquility.

After walking carefully for ten miles, three paths leading to the unnamed island appeared.

It seems that I have to choose again. I wonder if this time, I can only choose one of the three, and the other two are left to others.

Smiling indifferently and turning a blind eye to it, Wang Lu continued to fly along the boundless beach.

As he kept going, something wasn't right.

Hey, these three paths seemed to be on top of him, appearing in front of him every hundred miles, and he had to choose by himself.

In fact, this is normal. Who knows that the owner of the Cape of the South China Sea is proficient in the avenue of space, and can even shrink the ground to an inch with extremely powerful magical powers, let alone such a simple transformation.

Wang Lu smiled bitterly. It sounds simple, but for him, it is so difficult that he can't even reach the threshold. It's like fishing for the moon in the water, it's just unrealistic.

So what were the hundred miles in between, and why didn't he head towards the island?

The answer is simple and clear.

In the middle one hundred miles, there are nothing but golden beaches or sandy beaches, and this net of seemingly light blue sea mist is like an indestructible golden wall, blocking it to death. Ten miles deep is the limit.

Unless he sets foot on the path that has been designed for him in the corner of the South China Sea.

No way, who makes himself not the maker of the game, but a participant.

The three roads looked exactly the same, but in fact, he understood that they were quite different.

But what can he do if he knows, he can't decipher the mystery at all.

Without testing, Wang Lu walked straight towards the middle path unswervingly.

Huh?

There is no obstacle, everything is smooth sailing.

Wang Lu couldn't help but think to himself whether the other two groups would block him.

There is a conch palace hall in the inner circle. On a giant blue light screen, six golden circles are arranged, with a thick red line leading to a yellow dot in the center.

Five of the golden circles have been filled with red, leaving only one, which is still filled with red light.

"boom!"

Just as Wang Lu stepped onto the middle path, the last circle suddenly exploded into an extremely dazzling red light.

At the same time, a simple and unfamiliar voice echoed in the empty hall:

Now that the Lord of the Sixth Secret Realm has arrived, the killing has officially begun.