This slurry river is very long and wide. If you want to cross or go around it so simply, the possibility is basically zero.

It is worth mentioning that among the rolling and flowing dark and scorching red slurry, eighteen copper pillars carved with the patterns of dragons, fire and phoenixes are standing. The relief patterns are hideous and full of ancient and fierce beauty.

The eighteen copper pillars are like ferocious beasts guarding the outlet of the pulp purgatory, and no one is allowed to step out.

otherwise--

die.

When a cultivator practices to a certain extent, he will have a subtle resonance with all things in the world. The lowest cultivation level of the people present is also the golden elixir, so he can sense the messages transmitted by all living things.

When everyone faintly read the meaning of these eighteen copper pillars, their faces became solemn.

Is it really impossible to leave the ghost place of Pulverized Purgatory?

Some monks didn't believe in this evil and said loudly:

"Do you fellow Taoists don't have to worry. In my opinion, these eighteen copper pillars are just things that are standing up here to bluff. Please think carefully. Have we encountered actual dangers from the ice and snow all the way to this place, except for the alternation of hot and cold that is unbearable? "

The person speaking was a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk. His clothes were already wet with sweat and could be wrung out of water. They mixed with dirt and impurities discharged from their pores. The white Taoist robe, which was originally fairy-like, was ravaged like dried plums and vegetables, and was completely dissatisfied.

Even among these dozen monks, this monk's cultivation is the best group, so he speaks with great confidence and looks quite talented and bold.

As soon as this statement was spoken, someone immediately agreed, "When I think about it, I really haven't encountered any danger..."

"It seems that this is the realm of Zhuxian, which is known as a life-long death, and even the immortals can kill, is just like this!"

...

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo frowned and looked thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

Beside her, the beautiful ink-colored eyes of the boy in unparalleled clothes showed a bit of coldness and sarcasm, as if he was watching a clown, looking at the people who were jumping up and down and couldn't wait to die.

The gorgeous lips slightly raised their curves that looked down on all living beings, and they actually showed a very charming look.

But no one can see it.

The monk's words were echoed by everyone. Even if the cultivator even urged to be as quiet as water, he would feel a little proud in his heart.

So, the expression on the monk's face became more and more righteous. "The immortal cultivator went against the will of heaven. I think it was because I was scared by the evil name of the immortal realm from the beginning, so I was afraid of it. In my opinion, it was just a river of slurry, just fly over with the sword!"

"I will lead the way today and take this lead. Please be optimistic!"

As he said that, the monk took out a handful of top-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and squeezed them into his palm. While absorbing the spiritual energy stored in the spirit stones, he sacrificed his natal sword and stepped on it.

"Xiaobai, will this slurry river be as simple as he said? I don't think it's possible to be so mentally retarded."

Bai Mo tightened the cloak belt, and her bright eyes flowed. Her eyes did not place her eyes on the monk, but instead slowly swept over the eighteen copper pillars, but the words in her mouth were said to Si Bai.
Chapter completed!