Looking at the kind-faced old woman staring at him, Qingyang Huan felt a chill running down his back, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.
"This bowl is good.
Plate it."
Suddenly, Gui Buxian, who was lying on his shoulder, shouted loudly.
What "What, what?
If you are being targeted by a ghost, why don't you run away?"
Feeling Qingyang Huan's mental ambiguity, which seemed to be a little affected by the ghost in front of him, Gu Buxian almost jumped up.
Po Meng was leaning on a cane and holding a large purple-gold bowl in her other hand.
Black smoke rose from the bowl, constantly turning into ferocious shadows.
These shadows seemed to be bound.
No matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape from the purple-gold bowl. bondage.
"Young man, please slow down and wait for me."
At this moment, Po Meng still looked at Qingyang Huan with a kind face as she walked away.
She picked up the Panlong crutch and walked forward step by step with her little feet.
"Young man, you are too angry.
You will not be able to survive the six reincarnations.
If you are reincarnated, something big will happen."
The wind howled in the ears, and Po Meng's voice kept echoing in the ears, even causing ripples in the spiritual world.
No matter how Qingyang Huan escaped, the voice was always like a shadow that could not be shaken off.
Meng Po, legend has it that she stands on the Naihe Bridge and cooks a bowl of Meng Po soup.
After drinking it, people will forget the past and enter the six paths of reincarnation with peace of mind.
In the past, all Qing Yanghuan heard were myths and legends, but now that he saw a real person, it was really terrifying.
"Ah Huan, run quickly, Po Meng is catching up with you."
Po Meng grabbed the crutches and stepped with her little feet.
The distance she took with each step seemed to be less than half a foot.
However, the ground under her feet seemed to shrink into an inch, and soon appeared a hundred feet behind Qingyang Huan.
"Ah Huan, no, it's impossible for Po Meng to leave Naihe Bridge."
What At this moment, Gui Buxian's words made Qingyang Huan stop in his tracks.
Po Meng never leaves the bridge.
This is a legend in the underworld.
In fact, as a part of the Great Underworld, Meng Po maintains the normal operation of the entire six-path cycle precisely because she sits at Naihe Bridge and continuously supplies Meng Po soup.
It's just that now the Great Underworld has been shattered for 108 epochs, and the rules of the underworld have also collapsed.
It is impossible to verify whether Meng Po's rule of not leaving the bridge still exists.
"Drink it, young man."
Qingyang Huan stopped, and Po Meng's kind face came closer again, holding a large purple gold bowl.
The ferocious ghost sound in the bowl was harsh, and it seemed very out of place with Po Meng's kind face.
"Who are you" Qing Yanghuan stared at Po Meng in front of him.
The kind look on his face made him feel a kind of disgust from the bottom of his heart, as if the kind face in front of him was indescribably evil.
The Meng Po soup in the big purple-gold bowl exudes a heart-wrenching energy, as if it wants to suck the living soul in.
"Young man, I am old lady Meng, but I am incapable of doing my job.
I would like to give you a bowl of Po Meng soup to bid farewell to the past."
"I want to go to Naihe Bridge."
Not paying attention to Meng Po's words, Qingyang Huan spoke up again.
"Yes, we are going to Naihe Bridge and cross it."
Gui Buxian also echoed.
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"But the bridge has collapsed and I have no choice but to be displaced."
"Yeah" In an instant, a strong killing force burst out from Qingyang Huan's body, and all the heavenly ways evolved in his hands, falling towards Po Meng in front of him.
Rumble It seemed that Meng Po did not react to this sudden change.
Even though Qingyang Huan's palm hit her, the terrifying power did not leak out at all, and all of it crashed into her body. boom A thick mist of blood exploded, and Po Meng completely turned into a mass of blood mist under Qing Yanghuan's palm.
However, Qingyang Huan's figure quickly retreated towards the rear.
Rumble It was also at this moment that the surrounding space and time suddenly changed, turning into a blood-colored world, with blood mist filling the sky.
Huge black holes formed in the surrounding void, each black hole looking like the mouth of an ancient giant beast. , vomiting blood.
The blasted Po Meng turned into a ball of blood mist, floating a hundred feet away, her blood energy rolling, and a figure vaguely growing in the depths.
"The underworld is immortal and the fruition status lasts forever."
A hoarse voice came out from the rolling blood mist, and an old woman wearing a blood robe and a ferocious face appeared, but soon the malice on her face melted away, and she returned to her kind look again.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Mrs.
Meng."
Po Meng's silver hair was scattered on her shoulders, her stooped body, and the robe on her body had returned to a dark red color, with mysterious runes engraved on it.
As Meng Po said, when the human race established the Great Underworld and the ten palaces of Yama existed side by side, all the warriors including the underworld kings, ghost generals, bull-headed and horse-faced messengers, and the envoys were no longer pure human blood and bones.
They have become a part of the Great Underworld, and their martial arts carry the status of the Underworld, or simply put, their strength comes from the Great Underworld.
As long as the underworld is undefeated, the state of the underworld will exist, just like the underworld kings under his command, who rely on the underworld for their existence.
In this case, the same goes for Meng Po.
Meng Po will not leave Naihe Bridge.
Naihe Bridge is the foundation of Meng Po’s existence and the location of martial arts.
If you want to fight against Meng Po, as long as Naihe Bridge is not broken, Meng Po will Immortality.
Just now, Meng Po said personally that the Naihe bridge collapsed and she was displaced.
If Naihe is not here, Po Meng is no longer here, so why is she homeless?
"You lie without batting an eye.
Are you an old ghost from the Yin Division who has become a spirit?"
Gui Buxian also realized that the Po Meng in front of him was definitely not the one on the Naihe Bridge.
It is not a strange thing for the ghosts of the underworld to become spirits.
In the short time since the human race established the underworld, there have been many strange people.
For example, the Holy Emperor Qitian of that year took a circle in the underworld before he became emperor.
This caused Yama of the Tenth Palace to become furious, and even Empress Pingxin, who had not been interested in world affairs for a long time, was alarmed.
The Po Meng in front of her was probably a ghost wandering in the underworld, who got lucky and assumed the role of Po Meng.
"Naihe is broken.
In order to maintain the stability of the Yin Division, I am taking on the responsibilities of Po Meng.
How can I not be respected by Po Meng."
Afterwards, Qingyanghuan and Gui Buxian looked at each other.
Before entering the ruins of the underworld, they had guessed that this ruins might be running on its own.
Now it seems that it is indeed the case.
Da da da Po Meng held her Panlong cane and hit the ground heavily.
She was very angry at Qingyang Huan's doubts.
"Ah Huan, look, this remnant of the underworld is really functioning independently."
Suddenly, following Gui Buxian's guidance, Qingyang Huan looked towards the black hole in the void in the distance.
With the howling wind, wandering souls were constantly being carried by the wind and falling into the underworld.
"Young man, you have not yet reached the end of your yang life.
If you break into the underworld without permission, it is a serious crime and you should be punished with a knife."
Po Meng squinted her eyes, and a stern look appeared on her kind face.
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"Knife torture, are there eighteen levels of hell here?"
Wow!
In the blood mist rolling in the distance, two black pythons came through the void.
Filled with black smoke were two black iron chains covered with rust.
Two figures, one black and one white, came bouncing over with long tongues sticking out and wearing tall hats.
It is Yinsi Black and White Impermanence, and there are four ancient seal characters engraved on the two tall hats of Impermanence.
Bai Wuchang wrote to you and you are here too.
Hei Wuchang has written a letter to arrest you.
The chains clattered, stirring up the blood mist and coming with the black and white impermanence.
In an instant, the two chains circled Qingyang Huan several times.
"In the underworld, don't enter when you are angry."
"Damn it, these two Ah Huan can't be fake."
Seeing the two Impermanence Judges bouncing over, Gui Buxian's little eyes widened, wanting to see if there were any flaws.
"Follow me to the Tenth Palace Yama to accept punishment."
Qingyang Huan did not resist despite being restrained by the chains.
He wanted to see who the so-called Ten Palaces of Yamas in Black and White Wuchang's mouth were.
"Hey, Mr.
Turtle protests, I'm not your human race, you can't treat me like this."
The turtle lying on Qingyang Huan's shoulder had four shrunken chains wrapped around his turtle shell, locking his shell.
"The underworld hates turtles."
Bai Wuchang turned his head, glanced at Gui Buxian, and then dragged the chain toward the depths of the endless blood mist.
As Black and White moved forward, Qingyang Huan saw the scene deep in the blood mist, a desolate and silent black world.
The earth was cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the palaces along the way collapsed and turned into ruins.
Hazy shadows were crying in the distance.
Their heads, feet, or arms were pierced into the dry earth.
They were planted like grass and trees, making mournful sounds.
For the two impermanent black and white people, there was still something to behold.
Po Meng, who was in the back, turned a blind eye to the surrounding scenes.
After walking for about three sticks of incense, Qingyang Huan saw undulating mountains in the distance.
The pitch-black peaks almost reached the bottom of the sky.
All the ruins stretching from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain were not there.
Complete palace.
"Reporting to Yama of the Tenth Hall, a stranger has trespassed into the underworld and has been arrested."
Bai Wuchang reported back towards the top of the mountain.
"Get off the pan."
"Crossing the mountain of knives."
"Plate it" "Lord Yama, eat him."
"What a young little human brother, come and let me take a look at you."
Almost instantly, under the dim sky, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, piles of ghost bonfires lit up on the ruins along the way.
Under the originally empty dim sky, hundreds of people came forward.
Tao figure.
The wild man in animal skins, the ranger in silk robes, the girl with beautiful eyebrows, and the shy goddess all looked at Qingyang Huan.
"Ghost" The iron chains wrapped around Gui Buxian's body shattered and he suddenly retracted into his turtle shell.
"Ah Huan, Mr.
Turtle is telling you that this is the first time that Mr.
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Turtle has seen so many pretentious ghosts.
When did wandering spirits become so formal?"
There was no need for Gui Buxian to shout and scream, Qingyang Huan was also stunned at this moment, and the ghosts were dancing wildly, which was creating another Yinsi. s will update first at noon, my cold is still not cured, and I am not in good shape writing: