Legend of the Green Ape

The second bridge in Wuyazidu Town.

On the third bridge, Yuan Xiaoqing and Xia Zi are also ready to fight.

Both of these two demons only had their bone-cutting stage cultivation bases. They were first ingested by the twelve-story building, built a monument of merit, signed names, and the law of the Heavenly Destruction Corridor was formed at the same time. Under the fetal period and the demon general.

Even the Jindan monks could not enter this bridge.

Within the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth, the nine-eye magic lamp and the twelve-story building alternately build bridges. Whoever sends the bridge can appoint a monk of a certain realm to participate in the war.

The advantage of the monster race is that there are too many, and the real sky gallery of the realm of extinction makes full use of this advantage of the monster race. No matter how strong the opponent is, even if facing the true immortal saints, as long as their quantitative advantage does not disappear, there will be a glimmer of life. Or odds!

From this point of view, the law of heaven and earth is unfair, because it is beneficial to the monster race, but tracing back to the root, Dongzhou was originally the homeland of the ape race. In this world, if they have the gods, it may not be unreasonable. may.

Of course, even if the gods really exist, if they don't make good use of it, they will eventually fail.

When the two bridges were being built, Yuan He was studying Tongtian Ling. He tried to sacrifice this treasure with demon energy for alms. He knew that the demon energy was suddenly contaminated, and the honeycomb in his body immediately felt.

The majestic spiritual power contained in Tongtian Ling actually flows into the hive little by little, but when he stops working, the hive will also fall into silence.

‘Is it devouring Aya? Yuan He secretly inferred that Tongtian Ling's refining materials might be helpful to revive the hive, but the hive has fallen, and Yuan He must assist him in order to swallow it successfully.

Ordinarily, Yuan He should be happy to find a way to resurrect the hive, but he seems to be in a dilemma. At the moment of war, he has to use Tongtian Ling to fight the enemy and cannot give up to the hive.

He just searched Bu Xiangrong's soul, and he also discovered that the Butterfly Nest was successfully resurrected by the ancestor of the Heavenly Barbarians, and Bu Xiangrong did not know the specific method of resurrection.

This woman has only been taught the method of taming Zhuanqi butterfly. Although she has the talent, but the cultivation level is too low, she is not qualified to be the leader of the clan. The secret of the resurrection of the butterfly nest is in the hands of the ancestor of the sky. The boss of the Chaoyuan Period, tame the butterfly king, and control the butterfly nest and butterfly army.

If the ancestor Tongtian personally took action in the previous battle, Yuan He would definitely be buried in the bridge and had no escape. Fortunately, the bridge suppressed the cultivation base, so that he didn't have to worry about the high-level monks' murder.

"Yuan Daoyou, look, there is another new bridge built!"

The voice of the bearded guest attracted Yuan He’s attention. He turned his head and looked far away, and saw two covered bridges hanging on the left and right side by side, hanging side by side. One bridge was photographed by Wu Yazi, and the other bridge was photographed. His two apprentices.

"The teacher and the uncle are on the bridge too!" Zhong Diaoer saw Yuan Xiaoqing and Xiazi at a glance, but was a bit sad: "They haven't spread here, and I don't know if they can beat the thieves!"

"Master Yuan, how many of them are there? To what extent does it count as a victory?" In the blink of an eye, the two bridges began to gather troops, with thousands of names signed, and it is difficult to count the number. Sensitive scalp numb.

Yuan He couldn't answer her question. The Twelfth Floor earlier ingested his forehead horns to let him learn part of the inheritance, but it was not comprehensive.

He only knew that there was a true spirit in the Chonglou Cave, and he had to protect the true spirit from being annihilated by the opponent.

There is more than one cave sky, and more than one true spirit.

If the twelve-story building falls with one to three true spirits, its mana will be sharply reduced, but it can still continue to fight.

Falling three to six true spirits, it will be seriously injured, the speed of taking in the monks will be slowed, and the monks in Dongyazhou will not be able to stop them from fleeing overseas.

Once the true spirit fell more than half, even if the final victory was finally won, the cave sky opened by the twelfth floor would be greatly lost, including the years and the gods forbidden to be unstable.

Among the many true spirits, there is a life, which must not fall. Because the life of the true spirit dies, it means that the primordial real treasure will disappear, and the vitality and spirituality will collapse.

The true spirit in the day of Chunxiao is the destiny. Regardless of the weak mana of this destiny, it gathers the core heritage of the twelve-story building. It is extremely important and determines the outcome of the battle.

The twelve-story building allowed Yuan He to guard his life, which meant that the victory and defeat was placed on Yuan He.

Yuan He is well aware of his great responsibility, and he is confident of defending the natal bridge, but if all the other bridge bridges fail to defend and the true spirits are killed, the Twelfth Floor will be forced to weigh the cost, and it is very likely that he will escape.

Therefore, Yuan He could not predict how far this battle would be considered to be over.

Perhaps the Twelfth Floor and the Nine Eyes Magic Lamp have already calculated all the possibilities, and the outcome has already been revealed in the game between the two treasures.

How many monks do you sign? How many bridges will you win and how many will you lose? Which true spirit will fall? Who flees, who takes over Dongzhou? Maybe the Twelfth Floor and the Nine Eyes Magic Lamp had already made their due arrangements, and the battle continued only following their arrangement trajectory, and all the monks who should be killed were kept in the dark.

In the next few days, Yuan He sat firmly on the pillars of the Nine Springs, meditation on the treasures.

The other two covered bridges have been fighting frequently.

Wu Yazi is a half-immortal with three flowers gathering at the top, but his opponent is the little demon **** who has just opened his spirit. No matter who he points to, he will definitely be unable to stop him with every move, but the fighting method is not appreciative at all. Victory is not martial.

This is like a giant trampling on an ant, and his cruel foot tramples it down, incurring the verbal abuse of the demon cultivators, even his disciples would not be proud of it.

The eyes of the spectators generally focused on the third bridge, and the two participating parties were evenly matched, and the battle was on a large scale, and the war was even more exciting.

Yuan Xiaoqing and Xia Zi were the first to enter the bridge, but they were not fighting alone. The twelve-story building kept taking in new monks, and the demon army from the Qingteng Mountains kept entering the cave.

In a few days, more than a thousand troops were assembled, and they entered the bridge by name, and the killing was dim.

Yuan He Liuxiu turned a deaf ear, and they only paid attention to it once at the beginning of the bridge, and then they had no distractions.

Until they succeeded in refining the six talisman, the talisman itself was damaged and could not be repaired in a short period of time, but the residual power was also extraordinary, enough for them to use for self-defense.

"Now that you have control of the six Ding Talisman, the war should continue!" Yuan He punched out, killing a ray of soul, and waiting for his opponent to enter the bridge by name.

But the opponent is not a fool, who can't beat Yuan He one-on-one, so who would be one against six?

Even the golden lantern prince Suo Ren did not have the courage to enter the bridge and was forced to make time.

"No one dares to come in!" Pang Min seemed to sneer: "Should we move out of the bridge and order them?"

"If you don't accumulate merit to a certain level, no one can get out of the bridge!" Yuan He looked down and judged that the Twelfth Floor would send him more reinforcements.

Sure enough, something has happened in Panshiman's five-finger pit outside the country.

"Senior Zunwu, we have been trapped here for five or six days, and the twelfth floor has not been summoned for a long time, and we can't go, so can we just wait so hard?"

"Who said you can't go!" Zhen Wu said, "It's just that the spirit treasures of my five factions can't move. You can leave if you want, and no one will stop it!"

"Senior Zunwu joked, how could I wait to abandon the treasure of Zhenshan!"

As early as when the first Heavenly Destruction Corridor was built, the five great boy spirit treasures were locked in the five-finger pit. They were trapped for several days. At first, the monks of these sects thought that the twelve-story building was intimidating them and forcing them. Signed to the Twelfth Floor, but obviously this is not the case.

A few days ago, two new covered bridges were opened. The Twelfth Floor did not call them. Instead, more than 30 disciples of the Xuan fetal stage were picked up by the nine-eye magic lamp and signed into the bridge.

Master Zun Wu Zhenren of Tian Ting was also very puzzled and couldn't figure out the intention of the Twelfth Floor.

Up to this moment, he suddenly sensed a wave of spiritual power.

The five-finger pit is a well-known dangerous area in Daze that accumulates thunder. This pit spans several tens of miles and is viewed from a high altitude with a palm-shaped outline, hence the name.

The bottom of the pit is unfathomable, full of yin and spiritual energy, and connects to the underground river. Even with the power of the real person, you can't get a full view.

That spiritual power jumped from the bottom of the pit. He spread out his spiritual thoughts and traced it, and suddenly found twelve shining stars floating in the five-finger pit.

They are all in a state of subtlety, and the real person Zunwu can only feel in a hurry, peeking into the real appearance of the dust.

He wondered: If there are two, there is nothing special, but there are twelve in total, then it is very different. The twelve-story building is exactly the number of twelve, and there may be a connection!

The real person Zunwu tried to capture the dust on his hands and studied carefully, but without waiting for him to cast the spell, the dust penetrated into the eyebrows of a cultivator of the Ancient Mango sect.

At the next moment, the monk had been taken away by the twelfth floor, teleported into the day of Chunxiao.

When she signed her name, the ban of the five great boys Lingbao suddenly disappeared, and the great elders of several sects, including Zhenwu Zhenren, could drive their respective treasures of the mountain as usual.

"Senior Zunwu, what's going on? The twelfth floor doesn't even need Lingbao?"

True person Zun Wu thought to himself, it must be like this, the five great spiritual treasures are entrenched here, just to take in the dust, the twelve-story building looks down on his group of monks, and even the five great spiritual treasures do not care.

He suddenly felt disappointed, because he looked at himself too highly, and felt a trace of anger because he was underestimated.