Five Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-One Chapters?? Comfortable Golden Bridge

If it really entered the turbulent flow of time and space, it would be a pity.

The Soul Ladder and Transformation Dao Ladder are amazing. If you take them out, the effect will be much better than the Magic Sound Mountain.

Copying the source of ten thousand Taos, this is a blessed land where ten thousand Taos flow into the sky.

"By the way, fellow Daoist peerless, how did you recover your physical body?" Dong Sheng was a little curious. His physical body was already strong enough. Although it was refined after becoming an emperor, it was not weak. Children can be resurrected.

Wanyan also looked at Jian Wushuang, he was equally curious, but not as shameless as Dongsheng to ask face to face, after all, everyone has their own secrets.

Jian Wushuang didn't care about it, his enemies were never these people, there was nothing to hide, and it wasn't a secret opportunity.

But this can be regarded as a small chassis for him. In fact, it is a little insignificant for his own strength.

"My body was once refined in the Temple of Demonic Sound, but at that time, the God of Demonic Sound had not yet been born, and there were some accidents during refining, which caused the fleshly body to be mixed into the source and the divine body, so that I lost my fleshly body. It can also be restored out of thin air!" Jian Wushuang said in a stern voice, not caring.

The listeners were extremely shocked!

Dongsheng is also of the gods body style, and his physical body is also super-quality, but he has not reached the level of nine refinements. He was extremely shocked when he heard it!

"Actually, it is amazing to be able to integrate into the source and the divine body. The Qishen Temple is really unusual. I have never heard of this refining method!" Dongsheng's eyes were full of admiration. Have a good feeling.

Especially Jian Wushuang, a cultivator who refined his body to such a powerful level.

They all felt that Jian Wushuang was the emperor, and Jian Wushuang didn't say it. After all, after all, these two would not admire him, but would be jealous of him.

"Okay, let's hit the road first! Look at the second bridge, what tricks are going on!"

The two became three, and luckily there were no other strange things along the way.

Gorefiend really startled them.

It took a month to go all the way to the end, and finally saw a golden bridge.

This time below the bridge, it is not purgatory magma, but a mortal world.

"Zizai Golden Bridge!"

There is also a line of ancient text written above it.

As for the top of the bridge, there is nothing.

The more ordinary you look, the more danger there is.

This point, they are very clear, no one is a rookie, they are all strong people who have been through endless years, and they have never seen anything in the world.

"Go up!" Jian Wushuang said indifferently.

There is nothing to say, it is right in front of you, just to see what can be researched, it is better to go up and try it.

Wanyan was also very courageous this time, and fell off onto the Zizai Golden Bridge.

When he went up, Jian Wushuang and Dong Sheng who were behind found that they had entered the bridge, and the figure disappeared.

This shows that the Zizai Golden Bridge is likely to be an independent space.

Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate, and walked up directly.

The moment you enter,

A warm feeling came, and the scene in front was what kind of purgatory, but a fairyland on earth.

Walking on this bridge feels like descending into the world.

Although the foot is the Golden Bridge of Freedom, but the figure is in the mundane world under the bridge.

There was an endless stream of various noises in the ears. Jian Wushuang hadn't heard this kind of sound for a long time. There were merchants and pawns, rich and luxurious people, and women in the brothel.

Jian Wushuang stood among these people, as if no one could discover his existence.

"What do you mean? Ordinary travel?" Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, if that's the case, it's too old-fashioned, and he doesn't eat it at all.

With such a status as the Demon General, he shouldn't have made such a strenuous ordeal!

But he was here again.

There must be something strange about it. Jian Wushuang thought of his last experience of crossing the bridge, which can be said to be twists and turns.

The existence who designed these three bridges is definitely a powerful person who likes to travel the world.

This test is not the strength, but the power of the state of mind and soul.

Jian Wushuang began to take a step, walking forward step by step.

In it, he did not feel a strange place.

Soon he walked out of the Zizai Golden Bridge. He thought it was very simple, but the moment he stepped off the bridge deck, the scene around him began to become more real.

And he himself began to change.

Qingshan City, the fence alley in the west of the city.

Jian Wushuang is now a beggar, with a crooked stick in one hand and a broken bowl in the other.

Obviously he walked out of the bridge, but did not reach the other side, but fell into this mortal town.

He has been here for three days, and he has not eaten for three days!

Now he is like a mortal, not even an ordinary mortal, and he can't even beat the wild dogs in the alley.

Jian Wushuang completely regretted it, this is simply torturing.

It's not obvious from the beginning.

It was better when he crossed the first bridge. It improved the soul a bit, but the improvement was really limited. Maybe he didn't like these after seeing the soul ladder.

But what does this second bridge mean?

Let him travel the world?

Then throw his soul into a beggar and travel fart!

He really couldn't take it anymore.

Snapped!

The only broken bowl left was also thrown by Jian Wushuang.

In the fenced alleys, people live in poverty. After seeing a beggar in despair to the point of throwing a bowl, they all feel sympathy.

"The shopkeeper, give him two steamed buns and count them on my account!" At the roadside stall, a middle-aged man with no patches on his clothes was sipping hot offal soup and waved to the stall owner. Give Jian Wushuang two steamed buns.

The owner of the stall is also a kind person, not only gave Jian Wushuang two steamed buns, but also handed over a bowl of hot soup by the way.

"It's better to die than live, eat some, this winter will be over soon."

Snapped!

Jian Wushuang pushed away the food handed over by the other party, and picked up the stick to beat the other party.

"roll!"

Who is he?

He is the ultimate Daojun, the arrogant son of heaven, and with the capital of Daojun, he is the peerless Tianjiao who can overwhelm the emperor.

Does he need to be pitied by others?

Today he starved to death, lay outside and was frozen to death, and he doesn't need to be pitied by others.

"You!" The stall owner's face sank, it was the first time he had seen such a beggar.

Put a hot face on a beggar's cold ass, even if the stall owner is a living Buddha, he can't do it.

"Hmph, I don't know what to do!"

The stall owner walked into the house angrily, ignoring Jian Wushuang.

The middle-aged man who was sucking the mutton soup left behind some copper plates. When he slowly got up and passed Jian Wushuang, he said, "Young man, it's not good to be impetuous!"

Jian Wushuang sneered, laughing at the ignorance of these people, but the next words left him stunned.

"You don't even have the courage to live in the mundane world, how come you are in the universe!" The middle-aged man's voice was faint.

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