The movement under the cliff was as loud as boiling water.
The sound of wind and water could not be suppressed at all.
Anyone with eyesight can see that something is obviously wrong.
The old foreigner was holding a wind lantern, his toes hooked on the edge of the cliff, and his whole body was hanging upside down on a golden hook, looking at the abyss underground.
It was pitch dark under the cliff, and I couldn't see my fingers.
However, the complicated and dense strange sounds became increasingly clear, and they were also mixed with the wails of ghosts.
He just felt that standing in front of the gate of hell, facing countless evil ghosts escaping from the underworld, it felt like falling into an ice cave, his scalp was numb, and he could not hide his uneasiness in fear.
The most amazing thing is.
The originally silent black mist, disturbed by those ghostly things at the foot of the mountain, rose into the sky and roared past him.
The pungent and unpleasant smell couldn't be covered even by a black towel.
Almost nauseating.
How can the old foreigner not understand that the shot fired by senior brother just now might have disturbed some strange thing in the abyss, which would cause such a terrifying momentum.
Take a deep breath.
Kick your toes hard.
The whole person flew through the air, and when he landed, his face was already filled with solemnity.
The rest of the people saw this.
Their expressions also changed.
Either take a few steps back, or hold an umbrella in front of you to protect yourself.
The white ape hid far behind everyone. It was a wild creature in the mountains and had an instinctive and keen sense of danger. Although it could not see the situation under the cliff at the moment, the billowing black mist clearly made it feel great danger. .
"Why panic? Even if it is really the ghost palace of Hades, wouldn't it be an unexpected surprise?"
"They say there are six paths of reincarnation. It's just a good time to take a look and see if people really go to endless hell after death."
Glancing at the crowd who were facing a formidable enemy, Chen Yulou remained as calm as ever.
He even had the guts to make a joke that was neither serious nor serious.
"This..."
Hear the words.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
Fortunately, the few people who have followed him for a long time know that his character is not without scruples. On the contrary, he does things carefully and must have enough confidence to be like this.
But Feng Sibei and Bai Yuan had not been in contact with him for long.
Bai Yuan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The underworld is not a good place. Do you dare to joke about it?
As for Feng Sibei, after a brief moment of surprise, a hint of thoughtfulness flashed subconsciously in his old eyes.
Although they have known each other for a short time, some clues can be seen from his behavior along the way.
Just now, he was praising him for his integrity despite his great reputation. How could he be frightened now by not following his joke?
He looked away from that handsome, still-as-still-water face, and turned to look at the foot of the mountain.
Maybe...
Is it really not dangerous?
Or was everything as he expected?
Wow——
finally.
In the midst of everyone's panic.
A column of black smoke suddenly rushed out from the bottom of the mountain.
It looked like a ball of ink twisted together, and the sharp whistle resounded around, piercing the void, and came straight to everyone's ears, almost shattering the eardrums.
"Wait?"
"What the hell is that?"
"It seems to be a flying squirrel..."
"No, the salt rat makes such a cry, it looks like some kind of bird."
Before anyone could react, more and more black smoke rose into the sky, being carried around by the invisible eddies on the Yin River, just like the accumulation of large black clouds.
Partridge Whistle frowned slightly and suddenly threw out a flying tiger claw in his hand.
I saw a cold light passing through the black smoke.
When he pulled it back again, he had captured a palm-sized bird with a dark body and a white-gold beak.
Not even dead.
Instead, it struggled back and forth in his hands, fluttering its wings desperately.
"Driving through the wind?"
"Golden Swift?!"
The moment he saw the bird in his hand clearly, two exclamations sounded almost in unison.
The black smoke rising into the sky was clearly composed of tens of thousands, no, it should be hundreds of thousands of golden swifts.
This kind of chaffinch is best at building nests on dangerous cliffs.
Nests formed from its saliva.
It is an extremely precious bird's nest.
In addition, the golden swift is good at dancing with the wind and its body is as fast as lightning, so the people also call it the wind drill.
Just...
You can tell by looking at the stunned looks on everyone's faces.
No one expected that there would be so many golden swifts living under this cliff.
Looking up at the moment, the quiet spring of the Soul Frightening Platform is densely covered with them, almost all of them are covered with their figures.
But gradually, the astonishment on the faces of the group was replaced by a hint of surprise and disbelief.
It turned out that the cyclone vortex that gathered from the abyss and canyon on three sides carried countless golden swifts, and almost instantly filled the Yin River across the sky.
Even the area outside Longmen is airtight.
Looking from their current position.
Astonishingly, an incredible 'magpie bridge' was formed.
"This...is this the Immortal Bridge?"
"Young lady, you can still come like this."
"Could this be the inspiration for the Chinese Valentine's Day Magpie Bridge?"
Everyone was dumbfounded by the scene before them, and even Partridge Whistle, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
Feng Sibei walked to the edge of the cliff in a daze.
He completely ignored whether the flock of swallows colliding with each other in the vortex would hurt him.
A pair of eyes are red.
Tears flowed freely.
Under the starched white monk's robe, the bones of his thin body were trembling constantly, and he was still mumbling something in his mouth.
"The fairy bridge has no shadow."
"So this is Xianqiao Wuying..."
At this moment, he only felt a surge of depression under his chest, which made him clenched his fists and wanted to yell a few times to vent his emotions.
But Feng Sibei was even more worried because his unintentional actions would scare away the sparrows.
When the time comes, the fairy bridge will disperse.
He could only watch helplessly as his only chance in this life vanished in front of him.
"Taoist Priest, we can't delay any longer."
"Those swifts will break through the turbulent currents at any time. If we try to form a fairy bridge, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
"Let's go, cross the bridge and get to the other side first."
Just as his mind was churning, a gentle voice came from behind.
Feng Sibei was immediately shocked.
What shopkeeper Chen said made sense and was exactly what he thought. Once the fairy bridge is gone, I don't know how long it will take to wait for it again.
He is already very old, how many years does he have left?
"Everyone, I'm here to take the lead."
"If you fall accidentally, don't worry about me. I just ask you to take a look at Dixian Village for me. Feng's lifelong wish will be fulfilled."
Feng Sibei turned around and bowed to everyone, cupping his fists.
His words were full of determination.
He had already looked away from matters of life and death.
It's just that he has never found Dixian Village, so he has never been able to overcome this level.
"Taoist Priest, I'll do it..."
"I'm good at it, I'll take the lead."
Hearing this, Yang Fang and the old foreigner looked anxious, and immediately walked out of the crowd, trying to stop Feng Sibei.
But it was still a step too slow.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Sibei took a step forward, and the swifts flew past him, and the eddies in the deep gorge made the Taoist robes on his body rustle.
The air current is rough.
In one fell swoop, the bun that was tied behind his head was blown away.
Her long gray hair was soaked by the rain. In addition, the chaffinch under him seemed to be unbearable, and his figure was shaky, making him look quite embarrassed.
But Feng Sibei didn't panic at all, he took his time and tied up his hair in a bun, then tiptoed, and his thin figure was like a fallen leaf, striding away in the wind and rain.
Seeing this situation, Chen Yulou did not hesitate and waved his hand, "Let's go!"
The people around him have been waiting for his order.
There was no delay at this moment. They all activated their qi and used their own methods. They fell on the invisible Yanqiao like fallen leaves all over the sky.
Only two brothers and sisters, Bai Yuan and Bai Banla, were left at the end.
"You two just follow me."
Chen Yulou chuckled.
No movement was seen from him.
However, Bai Yuan and Bai Banla instantly felt that there was a breeze outside their bodies, and their feet seemed to be stepping on the top of the clouds, but they did not feel hollow, but instead felt extremely solid.
"Follow me."
Chen Yulou didn't explain either.
He had been busy for so long because he wanted to lead a group of people across the Immortal Bridge instead of walking from the bottom of the cliff according to the route designed by Feng Shigu.
First, there is no Yao Meier on this trip.
No one understands the art of beehives in Honeycomb Mountain.
There is a high probability that the Nine Palace Chihu Lock cannot be broken, and the golden pen painted door will not be able to come through the mountain.
The second point is that the terrain under the canyon abyss is rugged and difficult to walk, and it is even more undesirable for Feng Shigu to lead them by the nose. Looking at the past and present, there is no other team that can beat them.
Even if they are touching the Golden Hill, moving mountains and unloading ridges, the Taibao of Guanshan, General Jiuyou, the King of the Buddha and the ancestors of Yin and Yang Duan Gong are all gathered together.
He also has this confidence.
Nothing else.
Any method or secret technique is not enough in the face of absolute strength.
What's more, he is a Xiling warrior and not a captain of Mojin. How can he have so much free time to solve puzzles?
Mandrill Yuan Hong took his position.
Two armored beasts fight.
Even if Dixian Village is an iron gourd, it can still be drilled through.
The group was extremely fast.
and.
As soon as they entered Xianqiao, they reacted.
This fairy bridge has no shadow, and it is not really crossing the Yin River on those golden swifts,
The tens of thousands of swifts on the soles of the feet are like a ball of cotton wool, seemingly there but not there, unable to settle down at all.
Instead, it was a vortex that was swirling under the feet, leaping over in the air.
Upon noticing this scene, everyone not only did not panic, but became even more delighted. As long as they controlled their body shape, they flew across the sky like flying into the sky.
but.
That's them.
An ordinary person would have been scared out of his wits.
It is worthy of the word "scare platform".
Feng Sibei walked the fastest, and in almost an instant, he had crossed the invisible fairy bridge and jumped onto the dragon gate of the canyon.
Below him is a thick stone wall.
Soaked in a fine layer of dew.
But there was not the slightest trace of moss or moss.
As for the back of the dragon gate, it was pitch black, and it was unclear whether it was connected to the depths of the mountain, or whether it could be passed through to leave and enter the outside of the mountain.
He didn't dare to think too much.
He just took a few steps back quickly to leave enough space, then took off the wind lantern and lit it again.
Hold it high in your hands.
Light the way for those behind you.
Yang Fang and the old foreigner followed closely behind. They had previously tried to replace Feng Sibei and explore the way for him, but the old Taoist leader jumped off the bridge without even thinking.
In desperation, the two of them could only catch up quickly.
Thinking that if something happens, I can help.
But at the moment, it seems that although Feng Sibei is old and thin, he is worthy of being a contemporary mountain-watching Taibao. His fierce skills and extraordinary courage are unparalleled by ordinary people.
"Taoist Master, how are you?"
Yang Fang rolled on the spot, relieved his strength, looked at Feng Sibei who was holding a wind lantern and asked.
"There is nothing wrong with me."
"Thank you little brother for your concern."
Feng Sibei shook his head, and then continued to look outside the dragon gate.
Upon seeing this, the two of them took half a step back, pressing their backs against the stone wall, and picked up the people behind them one by one.
Just...
Wait until Hua Ling and Miss Hong just jumped into the door with the help of the vortex under their bodies.
Suddenly, a huge force rushed upwards. As soon as the Golden Swift left the eye of the storm, it suddenly dispersed. The originally calm vortex became extremely violent in an instant.
The swifts were carried around and crashed in all directions.
The seemingly weak bird's beak turned out to be as sharp as a sword at such a high speed, piercing the stone wall, and then the flesh and blood were shattered by the impact, and blood splattered everywhere.
Yang Fang and the old foreigner, who were standing by the door on the left and right to answer, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all raised their hands to protect their faces.
But even so.
There were still blood marks on the backs of their hands.
But they ignored the pain.
He turned around and looked outside.
As soon as the eye of the storm breaks, the invisible fairy bridge will disperse.
"No, senior brother and shopkeeper Chen haven't come up yet."
"Quickly, get through the sky!"
Not only them, but everyone who had gone up also changed their expressions.
Without the swift as a bridge, the upwelling air current in the canyon is like the tide of a river, and people cannot control their body shape in it.
The partridge whistle that fell at the end felt empty.
The invisible buoyancy disappeared.
However, he was also an old man who was used to traveling around the world. He reacted very quickly. He took a deep breath and forced away the tidal vortex of wind outside him. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the flying tiger claws hidden under his sleeves instantly broke through the flying swifts. Grasping straight towards the dragon gate.
Zheng!
Sharp hooks.
Submerged into the stone wall without any hindrance.
He pulled hard and stood firm in mid-air. However, he did not rush up. Instead, he looked back at Chen Yulou, who was still behind.
To be precise, Bai Yuan and Bai Banla.
He knows Chen Yulou's strength better than anyone else.
Even without the Immortal Bridge, he could easily cross it.
But Bai Yuan and Bai Banla can't.
Thinking of this, the partridge whistled softly.
"Brother Chen, send Brother Bai to me, and I will take him up!"
He thought very clearly that each of them could easily enter the dragon gate. No matter how strong Chen Yulou was, if there were two more people, the consequences would be unimaginable if he was not careful.
but.
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
"Brother Taoist, just take care of yourself."
While talking.
He stretched out his hand and gently lifted up the two guys who lost their balance and turned pale in panic. Then, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, they walked over step by step like immortals.
Outside were the rapids roaring and more than a hundred thousand swifts fleeing for their lives.
But he still strolled around.
No chaos at all.
Breaking through the swift, he stepped out and landed lightly in the Longmen Grottoes.
On the contrary, Partridge Whistle took a step slower and climbed up slowly with the help of the flying tiger's claws.
The moment he landed, Bai Ape was completely frightened out of his mind. His legs went weak and he sat down on the ground. Bai Banla was also dripping with cold sweat, and he was no better than him.
Everyone in Kunlun was relieved.
Feng Sibei, who was holding a wind lantern and witnessing the whole process, had a look of disbelief on his face.
He went to Qingcheng Mountain to practice Buddhism for twenty years.
He is well aware of the difference between secular kung fu and Taoist secret arts.
Just now, Chen Yulou's energy was flowing outside his body, and the spiritual energy under his body was lifted like the wind. It was clear that he had practiced Taoism to an unimaginable level.
Already able to step into the air! (End of chapter)