Star Trace Gate

Chapter 784: Secretly crossing the Chihe River, a strike from behind

The red tide of Xingshan, the pressure of the sea of ​​flowers, the crimson at night...

In this emperor's tomb, it seems that all the scenes related to the color red are filled with absolute danger. Any person with supernatural powers will die if he takes a wrong step.

These dangers also have something in common, that is, the coercive power of the Tao rhyme that remains in the world of the Great Emperor.

The bronze coffin can withstand the crimson after dark...

Combining all these details, Ren Ye had a bold idea in his mind. He wanted to force his way across the Chi River and sneak up to Xiji Mountain, so that he and the Five Ghosts would be completely "out of position".

Of course, this is like walking on the edge of a knife. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. You may even be beheaded and become a useless host for Tiandao together with Lao Liu.

Therefore, this matter requires not only courage, but also a brain that can conduct "scientific research experiments".

Thinking of this, he turned his head sleekly to look at the little guy, and asked with bared teeth: "If I continue to say it, someone will die. I don't believe it. How about I try it on you?"

When the little one heard this, he showed a horrified expression as if to say, "What the hell are you talking about?" "Liger! I am your disciple...!"

When Ren Ye saw the little guy's timid look, he became furious: "You really haven't learned the courage and bravery of your master at all."

"My disciple is dull, Master, please set an example for me so that I can learn from him." The little guy was also a smart guy. After pretending to clasp his fists, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Heh, your master has been in countless secret realms for many years and is invincible. He also has countless friends. Do you still need me to help with such a small matter?" Ren Ye sneered and raised his hand, "Brother You Ye, please start your performance."

"brush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure in a black robe appeared and stood alone and proudly in the cold wind.

The Night Wanderer is a top-grade war puppet obtained by the Little Bad King in Qijia Town. Its physical combat power is comparable to that of a peak fourth-grade warrior, and it possesses the ability to reunite silver liquid, making it nearly invincible.

However, this peerless war puppet was really suffering in Ren Ye's hands. The little bad king was responsible for showing off in front of others, while the work of being beaten and exploded was all done by Brother You Ye.

"Brother, I only have one life, and your life... forget it, it's not important." Although the Little Bad King said this, he actually looked at the Night Wanderer with heartache. He then put down the bronze coffin, opened the coffin lid, and gently flicked the middle finger of his right hand.

After a moment, the Night Wanderer lay quietly and silently in the coffin.

Ren Ye closed the coffin lid, looked firmly at the turbulent Chi River beneath his feet, and gritted his teeth and said, "Whether it works or not depends on this one time!"

"brush!"

He summoned the Nine-bend Green Cloud Bamboo and caused a bamboo stick to grow infinitely. It quickly wrapped around the bronze coffin, lifted it high up, and threw it into the Red River in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The bronze coffin fell from a great height, first with a dull sound of entering the water, and then it floated up, splashing waves of red ripples.

Ren also used his spiritual power to control it, causing the bronze coffin to sway left and right for a moment, and then he instantly hooked the bamboo sticks and lifted it up again.

"call!"

After he and Little Bit hid for a long distance, they saw the red water on the bronze coffin dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then they stepped forward cautiously.

The Little Bad King looked at the coffin, his heart pounding, and he was extremely nervous.

He knew that this was the only solution he could think of at the moment. If it wasn't feasible... then he would just have to keep thinking about it.

"Crack!"

With his heart pounding and his hands shaking, the Little Bad King suddenly opened the lid of the bronze coffin.

Inside the coffin, the Night Wanderer was intact, his body was faintly emitting a silver glow, and his face was peaceful and calm.

"Huh... Damn it, if the heavens don't kill me, the little bad king, the five ghosts will be buried in the eternal snow mountain!"

When Ren Ye saw this scene, he immediately let out a breath, sat down on the ground with his whole body limp, and sighed while looking up to the sky.

It became.

This method works!

He sat on the ground, his brain rapidly perfecting the entire plan, and gradually a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu...are you leaving?!"

Just then, a familiar shout came from the direction of the cave where they had been hiding before.

"Lao Feng?! Why is he back again?"

Ren Ye stood up instantly, frowned and urged: "Let's go, let's leave here first. Oh, by the way, don't tell anyone what happened just now."

"Yes!" The little one nodded sensibly.

……

After a while, they were still in that deserted cave.

Ren Ye looked at Feng Rende in surprise, blinked and asked, "Brother, why did you come back again?"

Feng Rende looked at Ren Ye sincerely and said frankly, "I still remember when I was a child, I made an agreement with a group of young playmates that if anyone ran away first, I would never say a word to him again..."

Ren Ye was stunned when he heard that. He turned his head to look at the little guy, and thought to himself in amazement: "You two...are from the same village?!"

"Even this child knows that sharing joys and sorrows, and adversities together, is what we call friends. These days, the three of us have eaten and slept together, and weathered the wind and frost together... We have endured all these 81 difficulties, so why can't we share the adversities here?" Feng Rende clasped his fists and said, "I have thought about it for a long time and decided to make you my friend, so I turned back without hesitation. Let's work together to find a way to deal with those five ghosts!"

Ren also blinked: "No other reason?"

"Hey, it's not impossible." Feng Rende scratched his head and smiled shyly: "Everyone says that this descendant of the ancient emperor is born with good fortune in the world. Not only will he have great fortune, but he will also influence his close friends. Just like the auspicious virgin in the brothel who is said to be worth ten thousand gold a night...!"

"Okay, okay, no need to say the second half of the sentence." The Little Bad King didn't like this metaphor very much.

"Anyway, I want to get some good luck too!" Feng Rende bared his teeth and said, "It's because I was born without a good father or a good master."

"Brother Feng, this road is really difficult to travel. Are you sure you want to go with me?" Ren Ye asked seriously.

"Let's go together! I've thought it through. In this imperial tomb, with my qualifications and divine power, if I fight alone, I will definitely not make it to the end." Feng Rende pondered for a while, and said word by word: "Ninety-nine people choose one, and the rest are just runners-up. I don't think I'm the son of destiny, and I can't be that one, so I might as well choose one... and swear to follow you until death. This way, I can get some opportunities at the corner."

"That's great." After hearing this, Ren Ye boasted with a relaxed look: "Brother, you have a good eye. In this emperor's tomb, I am most likely the auspicious virgin who is worth ten thousand gold a night..."

"Excellent, excellent." Feng Rende nodded, baring his teeth: "Brother, do you have a plan to break the impasse?"

"I already have some ideas. After the battle on the bridge, I talked with Brother Lingyun..." Ren Ye bent over and sat on the stone. He simply recounted what he had said to Lingyun truthfully, but did not say more, let alone mention the plan of crossing the river with the bronze coffin.

Although Feng Rende didn't understand what method Ren Ye was going to use to fight the five ghosts behind the Avenue Bridge, he was sensible enough not to ask any more questions.

"Brother Feng, when you see me leave, go and meet up with Brother Lingyun and lie dormant around the Avenue Bridge. Remember, you have to tell him that the plan has changed... No matter when and where, even if you see me fighting with the Five Ghosts, don't move." Ren Ye said solemnly: "See the purple air filling the sky and appearing in the snowy mountains, and then rush into the bridge together to break this situation."

"Okay, I understand." Feng Rende nodded seriously: "Then when are you going to take action?"

Ren also blinked his eyes: "The day after tomorrow."

"can."

"Okay, it's getting late, so let's rest early." Ren also said.

Before nightfall, the two adults and one child lay down in the bronze coffin again to rest.

The next morning, Lao Feng yawned, reached out to push open the lid of the bronze coffin, and looked around as usual, only to find that the two coffins next to him had disappeared.

On the wall, eight large characters were carved in a flamboyant style.

"There's a change of plan, action will be taken today."

"...!"

Old Feng looked confused: "Isn't it the day after tomorrow? How come it has changed again... Alas, it seems that I, the people of Jiuli Continent, have really hurt the descendant of the Ancient Emperor. I am so frank and sincere, but he... is still guarding against me."

"Never mind, the one who takes the initiative first will always suffer a loss."

After saying that, he immediately stood up, carried the coffin on his back and went to find Ling Yun.

……

On a cliff hundreds of feet high, a narrow bamboo strip glowing green rises from the top of the cliff on the east bank, runs horizontally through the entire sky above the Chihe River, and then slants downward and hits the cliff on the west bank.

The bamboo strips were inserted straight into the cliffs on both sides of the east and west, and then took root, which was very firm. The bamboo strips on the east bank were more than three meters higher than those on the west bank, and had a certain inclination.

If someone slides over the bamboo strips at this time, they can easily reach the west bank by relying on inertia. But the strange thing about this place is that the terrifying pressure emitted by the water of the Red River cannot be resisted by magic, so it is still necessary to rely on the power of the bronze coffin to protect oneself.

To ensure that everything was safe, Ren used another bamboo stick to tie up himself and the tiny copper coffin.

The cold wind and the terrifying pressure caused Ren Ye to feel a piercing pain in his body.

He looked at the little guy and asked coldly, "Why would we risk crossing the river in such a desperate situation?"

"That's naturally because of those damn five ghosts...!"

"What if we catch the five ghosts?!"

"Cut their meat one by one, sprinkle salt on it, and roast them into sweet potatoes in this snowy weather!" The little guy rarely showed a vicious look.

The master and his apprentice were cut from the same cloth when it came to revenge. When they set out on their journey, the first thing they thought about was not how to complete the mission, but how to vent their anger.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

A few breaths later, the bright morning sunlight shone over the Chihe River, and the two coffins, relying on the inertia of sliding, slammed into the cliffs on the west bank.

Ren Ye immediately opened the lid of the coffin, and in mid-air, he endured the pressure of the Red River water, and suffered the pain of his blood reversal and his flesh breaking apart. Holding the bamboo stick in his left hand and carrying the tiny bronze coffin in his right hand, he climbed up to the west bank with bloody steps.

When he arrived at the west bank, blood was gushing out of all his orifices, his body was covered with cracks, and he looked horrible.

On the cliff, Ren certainly didn't dare to let the little guy out of the coffin. Otherwise, with his physical body's ability to withstand, as soon as he showed his head, he would be crushed into pieces by the terrifying pressure in minutes.

He endured the severe pain in his body and collected two bamboo sticks from under the cliff before leaving in a panic with the little one.

The Xiji Mountain is covered in silver and white snow is flying, and the scene is cold and freezing everywhere.

Although the Little Bad King's body had reached the third level, his upper teeth were still so cold that they were chattering with his back teeth, and he felt like there were pieces of ice in every pore of his body.

He walked with the little one for a long time before choosing a place sheltered from the wind to rest.

The master and the disciple each drank a little of Master Chu's fine wine, and then Ren also lit a ray of heavenly fire in the tiny coffin, like an eternal lamp, making it emit warm light.

“Gudong, gudong…!”