Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

When Wang Fu's eyes lit up, a bridge made of white jade appeared in front of him, and the five simple and exquisite characters "Extreme Fantasy Cloud Bridge" were suspended on the top of the bridgehead of the white jade bridge.

The bridge deck was about ten feet wide, and both sides were pure white railings carved from white jade. It was so exquisite and gorgeous that Wang Fu couldn't help but marvel. He looked at it and saw that the white jade bridge was endless, and it was covered by layers of colorful clouds in the distance. He didn't know how deep or how far away it was.

Outside the white jade bridge, there were layers of white clouds, and colorful clouds were floating. In the distance, there were also beautiful pavilions and palaces looming in the clouds. When looking at those palaces, Wang Fu seemed to hear waves of intoxicating fairy music in his ears.

Seeing this scene that seemed like heaven and earth, Wang Fu's expression did not change, and he was still calm.

However, he was alert in his heart and kept his mind tight.

"The Extreme Illusion Cloud Bridge... This level should be an illusion, which has great considerations on the cultivator's mind and will." Muttering to himself, Wang Fu stepped onto the white jade bridge without hesitation.

As soon as he stepped onto the bridge made of pieces of white jade, Wang Fu felt that his spiritual power stagnated. Not only could he no longer cast spells, but even his skills were suppressed and not running smoothly, not to mention controlling any spiritual tools.

Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little uncomfortable with the feeling of having no spiritual power, he took a deep look at the colorful clouds at the end of the bridge and continued to walk slowly towards the other side of the bridge.

The fairy music beside his ears became clearer and clearer since he stepped onto the bridge.

Wang Fu had a blank expression on his face. These fairy music echoing in his ears seemed to have no effect on him. After an unknown period of time, the fairy music suddenly disappeared, and the white jade bridge became silent, leaving only Wang Fu's regular and unhurried footsteps.

It was not until a faint colorful cloud drifted over that Wang Fu heard a voice again.

At the same time, a picture of blood and fire appeared in front of Wang Fu.

In the picture, there was an endless range of mountains, with pavilions and towers scattered all over the mountains, and spirit beasts and birds flying and dancing. A huge mountain gate stood in front of Wang Fu, with three ancient characters written on the mountain gate - Wanfa Gate.

Wang Fu frowned when he saw the mountain gate.

Just at this time, the wind and clouds surged above the mountains, and hot fireballs fell from the sky, breaking through the thick clouds, cutting through the void, and rumbling into the mountain gate of Wanfa Gate.

Those beautiful pavilions and towers, jade buildings, were instantly turned into ruins under the huge fireballs of dozens of feet, and waves of painful wails came from Wanfa Gate.

Figures in white robes rose up into the sky. The foundation-building realm, the golden elixir realm, and even the two Yuanying ancestors of Wanfamen all rushed up to the sky with endless anger.

However, a vague face condensed by wind and clouds appeared above the sky, and then a palm covering the sky and the sun fell from the sky. All the people of Wanfamen were knocked to the ground by that palm, even the two Yuanying realm.

Another powerful spell condensed in the air, thunder spears, thunder rolling, with weak screams, most of the monks of Wanfamen died in an instant, and the two Yuanying monks were directly nailed to death on the top of the mountain by the thunder spears that seemed like a punishment from heaven, without any ability to fight back.

And there was only one person left in the Jindan realm, a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a goatee. This man was bound by thunder chains and could not move. The mysterious existence above the sky seemed to intend to keep his life.

Wang Fu looked at the scene of ruins and his eyes were a little dull.

Destroying the Wanfa Sect, avenging the villagers of Wutong Village, and avenging his parents, this is what he has always wanted to do, and it is also the motivation for his practice.

But now, the Wanfa Sect was destroyed just like that...

At this moment, the blurred face condensed by wind and clouds above the sky spoke to Wang Fu, and the voice was like a huge bell, rumbling in Wang Fu's ears:

"Wang Fu, this person is Hu Shengzi, the one who killed the villagers of Wutong Village and refined the Wanhun Banner. Now you can take revenge with your own hands."

A long sword fell from the sky and inserted in front of Wang Fu.

Wang Fu looked at the mountains burning with a blazing fire with an indifferent expression, and then glanced at Hu Shengzi who was bound by thunder chains on the ground. It seemed that he did not see the long sword on the ground, but raised his head and stared at the huge face above the sky.

He said loudly:

"Thank you for letting me see the operation of destroying the Wanfa Gate with my own eyes. I am very happy. When I have this strength, I will definitely follow suit and destroy this mountain gate and its inheritance."

"As for killing Hu Shengzi? It's just an illusion. It can't disturb my heart."

Wang Fu said with a sarcastic look.

It's just an illusion.

"You... are looking for death!" The blurred face above the sky was immediately furious. A palm containing thunder fell from the sky and came to Wang Fu's head in an instant.

However, Wang Fu did not change his face and was not afraid at all.

Huh...

A breeze blew on his face, and the white jade bridge was still in front of him.

"This illusion is really powerful, but it's a pity that it's just an illusion after all. If the Wanfa Gate is really destroyed like this, it would be a wonderful thing." Wang Fu walked slowly, chuckled and murmured twice.

I put my hands behind my back and continued to move forward.

"Cri" "Cri"...

From the clouds on both sides of the white jade bridge, white cranes with graceful bodies flew out, dancing up and down around the white jade bridge, accompanying the reappearing lingering fairy music, like elves, attracting attention.

Wang Fu just glanced at it casually, but did not stop at all. Even if a white crane bent its neck to ask for caress, Wang Fu did not pay attention.

But as Wang Fu went further and further on the white jade bridge, the fairy sound echoing in his ears also changed. A gentle whisper blew into Wang Fu's ears like a spring breeze.

There was no white jade bridge in front of him, no flying white cranes, but only waves of water splashing accompanied by laughter and joy.

The so-called lotus emerging from the water is charming and beautiful, like a clear spring flowing, extremely tempting.

In front of Wang Fu were graceful girls in various palace costumes. These women were exquisite, like porcelain dolls, and they were all beautiful and full of youthful vitality. They twisted their soft and slender waists and played in the stream.

When they saw Wang Fu coming, they immediately smiled sweetly.

In their bright eyes, there was a look of affection, as if Wang Fu was the brother they had been thinking about day and night.

Each of them held up their full breasts, twisted their waists, and some even scooped up a pool of stream water and splashed it towards Wang Fu. In their joy, there was love.

A soft and lingering music sounded slowly, making people's thoughts drift to the love they had once had under the moonlight. The tenderness buried deep in their hearts was drawn out and surged into their hearts unconsciously.

Wang Fu listened to the music and his heart was moved. Unconsciously, a delicate and beautiful face emerged. This face was a little cold, but it was Yun Ningshuang who had not been seen for a long time and had disappeared.

"Wang Fu, long time no see..." In the play of the stream, a voice that made Wang Fu tremble came into his ears. He looked carefully and saw Yun Ningshuang in a white dress looking at him.

In his bright eyes, there was tenderness like water.

Wang Fu's expression changed when he saw this, but then turned cold.

"Get lost..."