Liu Wuxie was confused when he saw it. Could it be that there was something strange about the small bridge?

I dare not get too close. These martial souls are too powerful, comparable to the seventh level of the cave emptiness.

If all of this is conquered, it will be great. Wouldn't it be possible to form a large army of martial souls?

That is truly invincible. Even if all the masters of Taiyi Sect come, they can all be wiped out by relying on these martial soul army.

Liu Wuxie just thought about it. There are too many martial souls here, and his soul patterns cannot control so many.

The more you control, the higher the requirements for soul power.

"The problem should still be on that small bridge."

Liu Wuxie said secretly that the black river water disappeared mysteriously after reaching the small bridge.

As for the source of the river, it is also a mystery, which actually penetrates from under a withered tree.

The body disappeared from the spot, avoiding the martial souls and approaching the bridge.

As for the source of the river, it should be deep underground, and Liu Wuxie cannot enter the underground.

With a move, a drop of dark river water fell into Liu Wuxie's palm, and his spiritual consciousness entered it.

The black river water kept rolling in his palms, emitting a heavy force.

It is obviously black, but there is no evil spirit. Instead, it is extremely pure and puzzling.

"This is three thousand weak waters!"

Liu Wuxie's eyes suddenly became wide open, and he actually encountered the legendary Three Thousand Ruoshui.

There are rumors that three thousand weak waters can only be taken one scoop of drinks, which reminds the world that although the three thousand weak waters are precious, they should not be greedy for too much.

In the secular world, for example, a person will encounter many beautiful things in his life, and he cannot be obsessed with it. It is enough to grasp it.

Putting it in the world of cultivation is to tell the world that we must understand the way to choose and give up.

According to ancient books, three thousand weak waters have long disappeared and this universe does not exist.

It actually appeared here.

Each drop of the three thousand weak water is very thick, placed in the palm of your hand, as if holding a bowl of water.

"Good thing, this is a good thing!"

Liu Wuxie's eyes were green. With these three thousand weak waters, it was just around the corner to improve the sixth level of Hunyuan.

Three Thousand Weak Waters are not just about improving your cultivation. Whether it is a mortal body, body or an immortal, after being washed by the Three Thousand Weak Waters, the mind is purified and the body is transformed.

The world of Taihuang is huge. If three thousand weak waters can be introduced, wouldn’t we be able to use three thousand weak waters to wash our body every day in the future?

At the beginning of Hongmeng, the first ancestor tree was born.

Later, there was the God Clan, the Three Lives Stone, the Three Thousands of Weak Water, the Witch Clan, etc.

Three Thousand Weak Waters are the ancestors of the water source of heaven and earth, and are the purest energy of heaven and earth.

Who would have thought that the purest energy in the world would be black.

Although it is black, it is crystal clear and you can see every law flowing in the weak water.

Three Thousand Weak Waters are guarded by the Blood Demon Martial Soul and Human Martial Soul. It is not that easy to collect them.

If you forcefully collect it, you will definitely be attacked by a large number of martial souls, which is difficult for Liu Wuxie to resist.

The person who tied the bell must be untied. All the problems should still be on this small bridge.
Chapter completed!