Tianhuang mountain is a famous dangerous place in Naidong Mingxian region.


    Dongming Xianyu, located in the east of Xianyu, is a small fairyland in the east of Xianyu. It is almost as big as Zhenwu Xianyu. Although the strong emperor was born in the ancient times, now it respects the fairy king and has the highest cultivation, which is the peak of the fairy king.


    It was early in the morning.


    Two figures fell from the sky and came to the depths of the heavenly barren mountain.


    Two people, a man and a woman, the man is white as snow, the sword eyebrows and stars, the bearing is extraordinary, the woman''s long skirt is fluttering, the flowers are beautiful, and the temperament is dusty. Who are not Yang Xuan and Wu Lingyan?


    Two people embrace each other and stand on a mountain, just like a pair of Bi people with unparalleled style.


    "This is a nice place. Is my husband going to spend the robbery here?"


    Wu Lingyan asked with a smile. The barren mountains were inaccessible, the mountains were steep, and all kinds of powerful immortal animals were dormant. There was no cultivation in fairy kingdom, and few people dared to come in to look for treasure. It was just suitable for Yang xuandu to rob.


    "Well, I still need Yan''er to protect the Dharma for me."


    Yang Xuan nodded and smiled. He chose to cross the robbery here just to see that the Tianhuang mountain will not be disturbed. As for the fierce birds and beasts in the mountain, as long as they don''t disturb, they won''t cause any trouble.


    "With me, my husband just feels at ease to cross the robbery."


    Wu Lingyan said that she was also an Immortal King. Although her strength was far less than Yang Xuan, she was confident that she could fight with the ordinary immortal saint.


    "Weifu, here is a talisman. Take it. If you encounter any danger, you will crush it."


    "Is this...?"


    "This is a talisman left to me by my master Yan Emperor. It''s not a critical moment. Even I don''t want to use it. I just hope I can''t use it this time."


    "Don''t worry, husband. There shouldn''t be anything."


    ……


    The robbery was very important, and Yang Xuan didn''t dare to neglect. Soon he and Wu Lingyan searched for a valley in the mountain. The valley was surrounded by mountains, and there were only some low immortal animals in it.


    Yang Xuan didn''t kill. After driving away these immortal beasts, he took out the swallow tripod and put it outside a mountain cave deep in the valley. There is a swallow tripod guarding here. No matter how powerful the immortal beast is, he doesn''t dare to approach it.


    After half an hour, when everything was ready, he began to cross the robbery.


    Wu Lingyan didn''t speak any more at the moment, but sat down in an open space not far away and looked at him quietly.


    On the top wall of the cave, there are several night pearls, so they are not dim. Under the light of the night pearl, Wu Lingyan can also clearly see Yang Xuan''s handsome and serious face, and can''t help seeing it gradually.


    This is her husband. They will be together all their lives.


    Yang Xuan sat with his knees crossed and his heart was calm without waves. However, this calm did not last long and was broken by many illusions. However, the illusions were illusions after all. No matter how real they were, they could not shake his heart.


    His Taoist heart is unbreakable. For him, a mere illusion will only make his Taoist heart stronger.


    "Boom!"


    I don''t know how long, all the illusions disappeared. Then Yang Xuan only felt a shock, and then the spirit came to a mysterious space full of fog.


    The space was as big as a boundless one. Yang Xuan looked up and saw a divine bridge looming in the depths of the fog.


    The divine bridge, built on a dark abyss, is millions of feet long, with all kinds of brilliance, just like a huge rainbow bridge, giving people a beautiful feeling.


    "Lost bridge!"


    Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and knew that it was undoubtedly the lost bridge. This divine bridge was related to everyone''s past experience, so it would show different colors.


    "I came from the lower boundary and experienced too many things, so the lost bridge is colorful."


    Yang Xuan said to himself with a slightly dignified look. The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are. He can also see that this lost bridge is not easy to cross.


    A bad one will fall into an endless abyss and sink forever.


    "It''s worthy of being the lost robbery of immortal friars. It''s much more terrible than any heart demon robbery."


    With emotion, Yang Xuan didn''t feel afraid about it. He took a deep breath, and then resolutely stepped forward towards the God bridge in the distance step by step.


    Along the way, although the fog covered his eyes, confused his mind and made it difficult to distinguish the direction, it could not stop him at all.


    His heart is like a mirror, his steps are firm and powerful, and he sees the fog as nothing. After about a incense burning Kung Fu, he smoothly comes to the outside of the divine bridge. Just one step forward, he can climb the divine bridge and cross the disaster of loss.


    "The way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the deficiency. The way of man is less than enough to serve the surplus."


    Outside the divine bridge, Yang Xuan first took a Taiqing pill given by yuxuzi, and then silently recited the first two paragraphs of the Taoist Scriptures, which are also the Scriptures he has mastered so far. With the emergence of the scriptures of the main roads, his heart became more and more peaceful and peaceful.


    With the passage of time, half a day later, he finally set foot on the divine bridge. With the blessing of the power of Daojing, he was confident to cross the bridge and break into the other bank.


    But at the moment of climbing the divine bridge, he found that he still underestimated the lost robbery.


    The horror of the so-called lost robbery lies in the word "lost". Standing on the divine bridge, he has been completely deprived of his five senses and spiritual senses. He can only see colorful fog in his eyes, which is very different from the fog outside the bridge.


    In a flash, he suddenly returned to his previous life, and then came to the Yang family where he lived as a child. All the things he had experienced in the past appeared in his mind one by one. If his spirit was not strong, he would have been insane and lost.


    "It''s hard to cross the heart bridge. Go back..."


    In the dark, more strange voices came, again and again, which made his brain full of illusions and thoughts more confused. This is the lost disaster between the Immortal King and the immortal saint.


    Only through this disaster can we break through vanity and then enter the realm of immortality and holiness.


    "Go back? Where can I go back?"


    Yang Xuan asked himself repeatedly. After a long time, a bright light flashed in his eyes and said, "since there is a bridge, you can cross people. Why do you come back to the shore? I am not afraid whether the other end of the bridge is a sea of swords and fire or Jiuyou purgatory."


    Although the five senses are lost, Yang Xuan still thinks in his heart. He is not affected by the illusion in his brain, let alone lose the direction of progress.


    A real strong man does not lie in his high accomplishments, but in his inner strength. Yang Xuan can figure this out and has the foundation to become a strong man.


    "Crossing this bridge is the other side of the heart!"


    At the moment, he was no longer confused. He stepped on the bridge with his feet. He had been walking for half a month, but he couldn''t reach the other bank and lingered on the bridge all the time.


    "What''s going on?!"


    Yang Xuan frowned. Although he was not fast, he walked for half a month. How can he cross this bridge and lead to the other bank?