842: C842 A Good Show Is Coming

C842 A Good Show Is Coming

Ji Xiaoyou looked at Fuhong and the others with a smile that was not a smile and did not say anything.

After a moment, Fuhong gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone together will benefit everyone..."

However, he was interrupted by Ji Xiaoyou before he could finish his sentence.

"If you want to follow me, then come."

After saying that, Ji Xiaoyou took the lead and walked onto the blue bridge.

Yang Fan, Feng Qian, and Xiao Mann could only follow.

Han Yuan and Qi Lan did not have much to hesitate about. They had been standing on Ji Xiaoyou's side from the beginning. Now, they could only continue to believe in Ji Xiaoyou.

Fuhong and the others started to hesitate again.

Should they really follow Ji Xiaoyou?

Perhaps not only were there dangers on these bridges, there were also great opportunities hidden within. If they followed Ji Xiaoyou, they would not get anything.

It could not be helped. Who asked Ji Xiaoyou to be the strongest? If Ji Xiaoyou took something good, they could only watch helplessly.

While everyone was hesitating, Master Zhenshao followed them onto the blue bridge.

Seeing this, Fuhong said in a deep voice, "Don't think too much. At least follow Ji Xiaoyou and be safer. As long as you live to the end of the Sea of Misery, you will definitely gain something."

Zhong Lian and the others thought about it and agreed.

Ji Xiaoyou would not joke about her own life. Since she had chosen this bridge, she definitely had a certain degree of certainty.

If they followed, at least they would have a greater chance to safely reach the end of the Sea of Misery.

Thinking of this, the few of them quickly followed.

At the front, Ji Xiaoyou slowly walked forward. Yang Fan and the others followed her with half a step to the ground. At the same time, they were sizing up the surrounding environment.

At a glance, other than the sea, it was still the sea. The other few bridges were clearly side by side. However, when they walked on this bridge, they gradually could not see the other few bridges.

Originally, on the shore, they saw that the middle part of the seven bridges was covered in thick fog.

But now, looking forward along the bridge, he could not see any thick fog at all. There wasn't even a trace of fog.

Looking back, he could only see Master Zhenshao, Fuhong, and the others who had hurried over. As for the shore, it had disappeared from his sight.

It was as if he had stepped onto this bridge and stepped into another world.

The bridge was very wide, at least a few hundred zhang wide. Yang Fan walked on it, but he didn't feel like he was walking on the bridge at all. Instead, it was as if he was walking on a square paved with blue flooring.

As for what danger there was, he didn't encounter anything after walking for more than an hour.

Yang Fan sped up slightly and walked side by side with Ji Xiaoyou. He asked, "How long will it take to cross this bridge and reach the end of the Sea of Misery?"

Ji Xiaoyou thought for a while and said, "It is hard to say."

"Why is it hard to say?"

"Because maybe we can cross this bridge in the next moment, or maybe we will still be on the bridge for ten days and half a month."

Yang Fan listened, but did not understand.

But Yang Fan also knew that this bridge was not simple. In short, it could not be judged by common sense.

What he saw in front of him might not be real, but it might not be fake either.

It was as if Yang Fan was looking forward and could not see the end of the bridge.

However, Ji Xiaoyou said that she might be able to walk out of this bridge in the next moment. Yang Fan was thinking, could it be that it depended on luck?

At this time, Yang Fan turned his head to look. Fuhong and the others had already caught up. He did not say much to them. In any case, he followed them from about ten steps away.

Ji Xiaoyou did not care about these things at all. With a smile on her face, she said, "As for the time, although I am not sure, this bridge can definitely be completed."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "You want them to follow?"

They were naturally referring to Fuhong and the others.

"Then what do you plan to do?" Ji Xiaoyou smiled and said.

What can I do?

Yang Fan was speechless. Among the group of Beyond Mortality Stage warriors, he could only watch!

If he had enough strength, he would have attacked in Storm Cliff a long time ago.

Yang Fan stopped talking about this topic and asked curiously, "How much do you know about the Sea of Misery? And what is at the end of the Sea of Misery?"

Regarding the Sea of Bitterness, Yang Fan knew that it was a sealed place, and the end of the Sea of Bitterness could strengthen the seal.

Does Ji Xiaoyou know about this?

From the moment he crossed the Storm Cliff, Yang Fan discovered that many things seemed to be within Ji Xiaoyou's expectations. Everything that he had done was already under his control.

How much did Ji Xiaoyou know about the Sea of Misery?

Ji Xiaoyou had specially come to the Profound Yellow Realm, and it was just before the Sea of Misery was about to open. At the same time, the World Crossing Spiritual Boat had just appeared.

Then, why did Ji Xiaoyou enter the Sea of Bitterness?

Ji Xiaoyou guessed Yang Fan's thoughts and said with a smile, "My understanding of the Sea of Bitterness is only that much. In short, it's all for the sake of reaching the end of the Sea of Bitterness."

"Do you know that at the end of the Sea of Bitterness, there is an opportunity to help martial artists become the Path Master?"

Without waiting for Yang Fan's answer, Ji Xiaoyou continued, "I went to the end of the Sea of Bitterness naturally for this opportunity. Now it seems that I am very close to this opportunity."

After saying that, Ji Xiaoyou asked, "Do you want this opportunity and good fortune?"

Yang Fan's first reaction was surprise, "Is the rumor true?"

Before the opening of the Sea of Misery, there were all kinds of rumors outside, and many people had said so. At the end of the Sea of Bitterness, there were hidden opportunities and fortunes that could allow martial artists to become Dao Masters in the future.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan recalled that the old Sect Master of the Juntian Tao Sect had told him that there was a great fortune hidden in the Taiqing Immortal City that could allow a warrior to become a Dao Lord.

However, in the end, he met a few Dao Lords, but he did not see the so-called fortune.

When he returned, he must get a few treasures from that old man to compensate for his losses!

These thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, and Yang Fan returned to Ji Xiaoyou's question. He shrugged and said, "If there really is, I naturally want it."

However, Yang Fan did not say that he had to get it.

With the help of the system, Yang Fan felt that the chances of him becoming the Path Master in the future was much higher than everyone else.2

Ji Xiaoyou giggled and said, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Yang Fan was just about to say that there was no need for it. He just had to rely on his own abilities to fight for it.

But before he could say it, Ji Xiaoyou suddenly said, "The good show is about to begin!"

"What good show?" Yang Fan was stunned.

"You will know when you see it later." Ji Xiaoyou did not reply. The smile on her face was like a cunning little devil. Yang Fan looked at it and felt scared in his heart.

Yang Fan quickly called Feng Qian, Xiao Mann and the others and quickly followed.

Yang Fan had a feeling that nothing good would happen with Ji Xiaoyou's smile.

Wuwuwu...

Without realizing it, the wind started blowing on the bridge. The sound of the wind was like the whispering of a devil. It made one's hair stand on end.

Yang Fan immediately became extremely alert. The same thing happened to Feng Qian and the others.

"It seems like something has appeared!" Han Yuan furrowed his brows and said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan carefully scanned his surroundings and noticed that there was something strange happening around him from time to time. Along with the whistling sound of the wind, it was as if he had entered a ghost prison.

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