Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu passed through the transparent light gate.

It was like time travel, the years turned, and he felt the world turned upside down and the world turned.

It seemed like only a moment, but it also seemed like a long time ago. He was brought to a circular platform in a vast underground space by the light gate array.

"Huh."

This place was empty and deserted, like an isolated island in the sea. Under the platform was a blue sea that seemed to have no end, and shallow waves were slowly coming.

A light blue mist was floating and covering the six blue cable bridges, which seemed to swing unsteadily from different directions to the mist of unknown distance. Due to the deep haze, it was completely unclear hundreds of feet away.

Not knowing the situation on the other side of the bridge, and the fragile cable bridge seemed to be at risk of disintegration at any time, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The sea under his feet seemed calm, but in fact, a strange and cold breath was faintly transmitted, as if it was seeping from the underworld.

Could it be that this place was not the inner circle, and he had to pass this suspension bridge to reach it?

The circular platform is more than a hundred miles in radius, as smooth as a mirror, without any ups and downs. Except for the six cable bridges, there is nothing, not even a ghost.

What is puzzling is that the ocean under the platform should at least have fish, shrimps and crabs, but there is nothing, which seems a bit inexplicably weird.

With his powerful spiritual sense and insight into the magical power of the owner of the corner of the South China Sea to "shrink the earth into an inch", he felt a little relieved invisibly. He keenly discovered the few almost non-existent weak breaths of monks left here.

There are in front of each suspension bridge, it seems that these people have gone to the unknown other side.

It's just that the choice is different.

These six cable bridges seem to be exactly the same, without any difference, but from the breath of the monks left on them, it can be concluded that their cultivation strength is uneven, but even the low ones are very powerful, compared with the Fiery Explosive Bear, they are better than it, and even far beyond it.

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

Time was running out, so Wang Lu randomly found a cable bridge, but before he stepped on it, a blue light surged and blocked him out.

"Ha."

Wang Lu frowned slightly and punched out. The blue light swayed slightly, quickly stabilized, and gave him a sense of indestructibility.

This road was blocked, so he changed to another one. He used his body skills and came to another cable bridge. It was exactly the same as the previous one and was also blocked. There was no blue light on the next one.

He did not step on it, but tried the other three. The blue light remained, blocking him out tightly.

Could it be that the six cable bridges were not self-selected, but the thirty of them had been assigned long ago?

If this was the case, who was stirring up the storm behind the scenes, and what standard was used to divide them?

Wang Lu did not think deeply, believing that as long as he reached the last place, the mystery would be revealed.

He glanced at the empty platform and flew to the cable bridge without hesitation.

"Hoo!"

A gust of fresh sea breeze blew, and he put on the monkey head mask he bought at a high price again, and sped away at high speed as if walking on flat ground. His figure was soon covered by the strange blue sea fog and disappeared.

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

He walked briskly, and his figure passed through the blue light like a black lightning.

Three hours passed quickly, and the sea surface was peaceful except for the gentle breeze.

The cable bridge also came to the end, and a huge island stretched in front of him.

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

A piece of pure golden beach stretched out under his feet. With the power of magic, a handful of extremely fine golden sea sand came into his hand. He felt it carefully. This sand was surprisingly flexible. No matter how much force he used, he could not crush it.

A strong spiritual energy rushed towards him, which was at least three hundred times more than that outside. I think that under the nourishment of the thick spiritual energy, there must be some natural treasures on this mountain.

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

The sea fog not only directly restricted his spiritual consciousness, but also made his vision chaotic up to thirty feet.

The island was very quiet, with waves rolling gently. There was only the golden beach, nothing else, and a hint of weirdness in the tranquility.

After walking ten miles carefully, three paths to the nameless island appeared.

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

With a faint smile, Wang Lu ignored it and continued to fly along the endless beach.

As he continued to move forward, something was wrong.

Hey, these three paths seemed to be against him. Every hundred miles, they appeared in front of him, and he had to choose by himself.

In fact, this is normal. The owner of the South China Sea Corner is proficient in the avenue of space. He can easily achieve the powerful magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch, let alone such a simple change of position.

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

So what is the 100 miles in the middle, and why doesn't he go to the island?

The answer is simple and clear.

In the 100 miles in the middle, there is nothing but golden sandy beaches, and this net of blue sea fog that seems to be as light as smoke is like an indestructible golden wall, blocking him tightly. Ten miles deep is the limit.

Unless he sets foot on the path that the South China Sea Corner has designed for him long ago.

There is no way. Who makes me not the game maker, but a participant.

Three roads, they look exactly the same, but in fact, he knows they are very different.

What can he do if he knows, he can't figure out the mystery.

Without trying, Wang Lu went straight to the middle road unswervingly.

Huh?

There is no obstacle, it's smooth sailing.

Will the other two roads block him, Wang Lu can't help but wonder secretly.

In the inner circle, there is a conch palace hall, on a giant blue light curtain, six golden circles are arranged, each with a thick red line leading to the yellow dot in the center.

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

"Bang!"

Just as Wang Lu stepped onto the middle path, the last circle suddenly exploded with a very dazzling red light.

At the same time, an ancient and awkward voice echoed in the empty hall:

The Lord of the Sixth Secret Realm has arrived, and the killing has officially begun.