Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
at this time.
Entering from the first stone door on the left, Mr. Fu, Fu Zhihong and three members of the Eighth Golden Elixir family, two from the Ouyang family and one Jindan cultivator, a group of eight people stopped at a fork in the road.
A tall stone monument was erected at the intersection.
On the two sides of the stone tablet, the word "life" is written in ancient characters, and there is also the word "death".
The road to life is full of flowers.
On the other hand, the road could not reach out, and pitiful cries were heard intermittently. The road consciousness did not work here at all, and could only be moved out to a distance of less than three feet.
Therefore.
No one knows what the two different roads are.
Fu Zhihong saw that his father seemed to be hesitating, and he thought carefully and said carefully: "Father, what did you find?"
Mr. Fu shook his head no.
Pass.
The virtual spirit fire in his body was very alive at this time, especially when he was at the dead end. Siyi, Master Fu was the first to die.
He moved.
Fu Hong immediately wanted to follow.
But what he saw in front of him stopped him abruptly.
But see.
As Mr. Fu's figure entered the road, in their eyes, Mr. Fu's body rotted downwards at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. In the end, only a skeleton was left walking, and soon a corpse appeared in the dead end. The stock ghost, "bang" sucked Mr. Fu into it)
"relative!
Fu Zhihong screamed desperately.
But the sound could not reach the darkness.
He quickly took out the communication jade he had with Mr. Fu, hit it with a spell, and said in a panic: "Father, are you okay? If you can hear me, just say something back to me."
The messenger jade pendant flashed, but there was no response.
"Sorry Fu Daojie!"
The Cheng family and the Ouyang family on the side saw that since someone was willing to take the initiative to be a novice, they were naturally very happy. They casually comforted Fu Zhi, who was absent-minded, and walked to the road of death together with each other. When they stepped into life, the flowers and bones originally lying on the roadside all bloomed in unison, and the fragrance spread. The aura turned into wisps of smoke and enveloped them, just like a fairyland on earth.
Zhihong waited there for a long time.
Seeing that Mr. Fu had not come out of the dead end, he opened his eyes slightly, turned around and took the road to the left. In life, you always have to keep moving forward.
Fu Zhihong made a secret.
A sword rainbow flew from his body, and a sword floated above his head, lagging behind the Cheng family and Ouyang family who were rushing ahead.
at this time.
Mr. Fu, who was on the verge of death, felt his eyes go dark.
Then a flash of yellow light came into view.
Following the lamp, there is a long wooden path.
Stepping on the wooden board, a "squeaking" sound suddenly came from under the board. At the end of the path, the misty and miserable whimpering became clearer.
Mr. Fu's eyes were slightly widened, and he held a heart-protecting amulet made from exquisite leaves from seven orifices in his right hand, Xia Yi, and walked forward with his feet raised. He walked a hundred feet forward.
suddenly.
He stumbled on his feet.
Mr. Fu almost fell down, but when he looked closely, he saw a hollow in the wood under his feet. There was a white bone claw hidden in the hollow. Mr. Fu lifted his sleeve and followed a few wooden boards, but he saw a white body buried under the board. Endless, extending to the end of the path
1831 Door of Death
