Eternal First Son-in-law

A dark river lay in front of everyone. The river looked like a stagnant pool of stagnant water, with corpses on it.

These corpses are different from the Nether River seen in the Holy Tower. Although they are all head down and pale as sticks, their heads are all bald, and each of them is a monk.

In addition, the difference from the Nether River in the Holy Building is the size. Although the Hell River here is similar, it is far less vast than it is, and it is more like an identical branch.

But even if it is a branch, Xu Wuzhou is extremely cautious, and can't help but ask Xin Yunhu: "How did you find Hell River in the land of decline?"

Xin Yunhu shook his head and said, "I've only heard about the Land of Fallen. This is the first time I've come here, so I know very little about it."

The Nether River has a great reputation as the river of hell. It is said that a living person should not be touched, as touching it will kill you.

There was a true king looking at the river, and slowly walked forward, using energy to fish out a corpse from the Nether River. It's just that their energy has just touched the water of the Nether River, as if it had touched sulfuric acid, it was directly corroded into white smoke, and all energy returned to nothingness.

This made many true kings look at each other, and some true kings used laws to drive his strongest energy, but the result was the same.

No matter what means they use, they will turn into nothingness when they touch the river water.

In this regard, Xu Wuzhou was not surprised at all. The Nether River is so weird that even the devil queen and the beauties in palace costumes have to rely on the way of the ancestor of the devil to dare to venture into it.

The warriors present were far from the queen.

"What is that?" Just when everyone was blocked by the Nether River, the real king pointed to the distance and asked in surprise.

Everyone looked and saw a scarlet blood-like flower growing on the upper reaches of the Nether River.

"The other shore flower!"

The real king exclaimed, and they jumped away at a high speed.

The other shore flower is a poison and a magic medicine. It is rumored that the Bana flower can produce a psychedelic effect, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves, and then unable to wake up and die.

But as long as he can get out of the illusion, the soul will be transformed like a rebirth.

And the saints are born with powerful minds and souls, and the possibility of them coming out is extremely high. So the other shore flower is more of a magic medicine for them.

Dozens of true kings all had straight eyes. The warrior who ran first rolled towards the Bana flower and uprooted it.

The other shore flower fell into his hands, and he was overjoyed. But before putting it in the jade box, the flower withered and withered, and fell to the Nether River,

"how so?"

This true king held the stem of the flowers on the other side, staring blankly at the withered petals on the Nether River.

"Idiot, the magic medicine of the other shore flower. How can it be picked so roughly that it can be protected by the soul, and it can be picked with the soil."

There was a real king who was in a hurry and cursed at him.

However, there was also a real king who took the other side flower stem from him who was in a daze. Although the stem of the flower also withered, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

This scene made many true kings regret. Although it has withered, it still has some medicinal effects, and it is also effective for warriors.

Sure enough, this real king showed a trance-like psychedelic appearance, shaking his head, but he hadn't come out of the psychedelic effect, and he accidentally fell directly into the Nether River while shaking his head.

In an instant, the true king's vitality disappeared, as if his soul melted all of a sudden. He turned into a corpse, leaning over the river and following the flow of the river.

laugh!

All the real kings present gasped and couldn't help staying away from the Nether River.

This is a real king, he didn't hold on even for a breath, he would die immediately after falling, and his soul would be extinguished in an instant. Really worthy of the name of the river of hell.

The real king who was robbed was full of anger, but seeing the dead opponent, his anger disappeared.

"Since there is a Bianhua flower here, there have always been other places. Let's walk along the bank of the Nether River, maybe we can find it."

Everyone nodded, the Nether River is dangerous. But they found that as long as they didn't fall into the river, there seemed to be no other danger.

Everyone also wants to find out what secrets this Nether River holds. Walk along this river bank, what can you encounter.

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A group of people walked along the river bank, but they did not find the Bana flower again. But on the way, they found a lot of yin and evil medicines, all of which were priceless.

"This is not a pure Nether River." Xiong Yibing said at this time.

"Huh?" Xin Yunhu asked suspiciously.

"If it's a pure Nether River, it shouldn't produce precious medicines, only hell products like Bianhua."

This sentence made everyone nod their heads, but the more they felt that the Hell River was terrifying. It was not the real Nether River that would die if touched, but how terrifying it really was.

A group of people continued to walk along the Nether River, but finally saw a mountain. The river flows out of this mountain, and the mountain is the source of the river.

The mountains are bare and dark. But on the side of the mountain, there is a radiant divine light, in which the rhyme of Taoism gushes out, like a dragon entrenched in the avenue.

"The Dao Shenjin." Someone exclaimed.

The warriors who come here know that there is a great way of gold here. It's just that the God of the Great Dao has a spirit. Although some warriors have seen it, they were run away by it.

Didn't expect to see it here.

A group of real kings, with bloodshot eyes, headed straight for that place.

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On the mountainside, there is a god of gold like a giant dragon, which hovers in the mountain.

And on top of this piece of divine gold, sat cross-legged a mighty warrior. There was the sound of howling wind all over him, and there were four or five corpses around him. Judging from the aura of these corpses, they were all real kings.

And next to Shenjin, there was also a powerful warrior, who locked on Shenjin and him with his positive breath. There are seven or eight real kings beside him, each entrenched on one side, locking the god gold with laws.

"Master Feng, you and I have been fighting for many years, but today we have to divide life and death."

Sitting cross-legged on the divine gold, Da Neng's expression was extremely gloomy. His eyes are full of unwillingness.

His luck was very good, and his subordinates discovered Shenjin. So he brought people to come, and also trapped Shenjin. And suppress those who want to refine.

But he never expected that his arch-rival Chen Ang would come at a critical moment. He was suppressing Shenjin, and was restrained by Shenjin, and his subordinates were killed by them in an instant. Now, the spearhead is directed at him.

"Chen Ang, it's not so easy for you to kill me. Even if I try to die, I will take you away."

"Are you worthy?" Chen Ang sneered, "If you dare to give up suppressing Shenjin at this time, the power of Shenjin Dao will definitely come back to you, and you will be seriously injured at that time. How will you fight me at that time?"

"Despicable!" Venerable Feng was furious, but Chen Ang, a powerful man, sneaked up on his subordinates and beheaded them directly. Otherwise, his subordinates could take him to suppress Shenjin and free him up.

"Master Feng, don't be reconciled. The land of decline here is the place where your bones are buried. The sky will rejuvenate me, and the sky will destroy you."

Chen Ang sneered, and said to his subordinates: "Trap Shenjin!"

Dao Shenjin belongs to him. Not to mention Venerable Feng's current state, even if it was a fair competition, Venerable Feng would not be able to beat him.

A camp of seven or eight real kings is not comparable to Venerable Feng's subordinates.

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