Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

At this time.

Mr. Fu, Fu Zhihong, three eighth-level golden elixir monks from the Cheng family, two eighth-level golden elixir monks from the Ouyang family, and one ninth-level golden elixir monk came in from the first stone door on the left. A group of eight people stopped at a fork in the road.

A tall stone monument was erected at the intersection.

The word "life" is written in ancient characters on the front and back of the stele, and there is also the word "death".

The road to life is full of flowers.

The dead end is where you can't see your fingers, and pitiful cries can be heard intermittently. The two paths of spiritual consciousness have no effect here at all, and can only be placed within a distance of less than three feet.

Therefore.

No one knows what the two different roads are.

Seeing that his father seemed to be hesitating about something, Fu Zhihong felt something in his heart and carefully sent a message: "Father, what did you find?"

Mr. Fu shook his head and said nothing.

However.

The virtual spirit fire in his body was very active at this time, especially when he was approaching the dead end. After thinking for a while, Mr. Fu took the lead in walking towards the dead end,

He moved.

Fu Zhihong wants to follow immediately.

But the scene before him made him stop abruptly.

But see you.

As Mr. Fu's figure entered the dead end, in their eyes, Mr. Fu's body rotted and fell down at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. In the end, only a skeleton was left walking, and he soon died on the road.

A ghostly mist came out, and Mr. Fu was sucked into it with a "bang" sound.

"Father!

Fu Zhihong screamed desperately.

But the sound cannot be transmitted into the darkness.

He quickly took out the jade pendant used to communicate with Mr. Fu, hit it with a spell, and said in a panic: "Father, are you okay? If you can hear me, just reply to me."

The messenger jade pendant flashed, but there was no response.

"My condolences, Fellow Daoist Fu!"

The Cheng family and the Ouyang family on the side felt relieved when they saw this. Since someone was willing to volunteer to be a guinea pig, they were naturally very happy. They casually comforted the absent-minded Fu Zhihong, and walked together on the road to death.

, as they stepped onto the road to life, the flower bones that were waiting to be bloomed on the roadside suddenly bloomed, the fragrance was fragrant, and the spiritual energy turned into wisps of smoke and enveloped them, just like a fairyland on earth.

Fu Zhihong waited there for a long time.

Seeing that Mr. Fu had not come out of the dead end, he closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, he turned around and walked to the left side of the road to survive. When people are alive, they always have to keep moving forward.

Fu Zhihong’s secret formula.

A sword rainbow flew out of his body, and a sword was suspended above his head, deliberately lagging a hundred steps behind the Cheng family and Ouyang family who were rushing ahead.

At this time.

Mr. Fu, who was on the verge of death, felt that his vision was darkened.

Then a flash of yellow light jumped into view.

Following the light, 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 miserable and miserable whimpering sound became clearer.
Chapter completed!