Chapter 1639 (2/2)

Everyone looked at each other, from each other's eyes, saw shock, and fear.

According to the ancient legend, there is a nine hell between heaven and earth. There is a river in the hell that runs through the hell, called the yellow spring.

There is no way to cross the netherworld, because as soon as you enter the netherworld, no matter what life is, it will be eroded by the water of the netherworld and become a part of the netherworld.

But all this is just a legend, even if it is a strong emperor, no one has seen it.

Is there a netherworld and a nine hell?

Even the rebellious characters, such as the ten princesses of Jinwu and Taotie, are extremely dignified.

No one dares to give it a try and cross the yellow spring.

If you go to ferry like the legendary spring, you will die.

”There's a bridge there!”

Someone pointed to the front and called out. People looked at it and saw that there was a bridge ahead.

People along the Bank of the yellow spring, forward, near, found that the bridge, very wide, straight to the other side of the yellow spring.On the bridge, there are three characters.

Naihe bridge!

Hissing...

the sound of a breath of cool air is emitted, and people feel cold in their hearts.

According to legend, there is a Naihe bridge above the yellow spring. If you want to cross the yellow spring, you can only cross it.

Unexpectedly, there is really a Naihe bridge.

Huangquan, Naihe bridge, everything is the same as the legend. Is this the place leading to Jiuyou hell?

Rao is everyone is Tianjiao, born in imperial power, well-informed, but now, still feel cold and quiet.

”It is said that on the Naihe bridge, there is a Mengpo, holding Mengpo soup. Anyone who crosses the bridge will drink Mengpo soup. After drinking it, they will forget everything. Is there a menpo in this Naihe bridge?”

Someone spoke and his voice trembled.

”Hum, all these are illusions. Some people have deliberately arranged them. How can they be here?”

The ten princesses of Jinwu snorted coldly. They were filled with golden sun fire. They stepped on the Naihe bridge and went to the opposite bank.

”Yes, it should have been laid down by the people behind when they buried the reincarnation emperor according to legend. It can't be true. How can it stop me?”

Then, someone spoke and stepped up.

”Huangling, let's go too!”

Lu Mingdao.

Huang Ling nodded and walked side by side on the bridge.

Other people saw this and followed.

Although people do not believe it is true, they are still cautious and keep this alert.

”Where are the souls of ancient heroes?”

All of a sudden, a long voice sounded, I don't know where it came from, in the ears of the people.

”Who?”

There was a big surprise and a big drink.

”Where are the souls of ancient heroes?”

The voice continued to ring, as if full of helplessness and sigh, sounded in the ears of all.

People continue to move forward, the voice, constantly sounded.

But all along, only this one sentence, repeated.

People hold their breath, ignore the sound, continue to move forward, soon, will cross the Naihe bridge.

But then everyone stopped.

Because there is a figure at the bridge.

An old woman!

The old woman was very old, hunched back, wearing a large black robe, with white hair and wrinkles on her face.

In her hand, she held a bowl, in which was a milky white liquid.

Meng Po!

A name came to mind!