Looking at the kind old woman staring at him, Qing Yanghuan only felt a chill on his back, and time seemed to freeze for a while.

"This bowl is good, dish it. ”

Leng Buding, the turtle Buxian lying on his shoulder shouted loudly.

What the!

"Whatever, if you're targeted by a ghost, don't run!"

Feeling Qingyang Huan's spiritual obscurity, it seemed that he was somewhat affected by the ghost in front of him, and Gu Buxian almost jumped up.

Meng Po was on crutches, and the other hand was holding a large purple gold bowl, black smoke rose from the bowl, constantly conjuring up hideous shadows, these shadows seemed to be restrained, no matter how hard they struggled, it was difficult to break free from the shackles of the purple gold bowl.

"Young people, slow down, wait for the old body. ”

At this moment, Meng Po still looked at Qingyang Huan with a kind face, picked up the Panlong crutch, and walked forward step by step with her little feet.

"Young man, you are too angry, you can't pass the six reincarnations, and something big will happen if you are reincarnated. ”

The wind was whistling in his ears, and Meng Po's voice continued to echo in his ears, even causing ripples in the spiritual world, no matter how Qingyang Huan escaped, the voice was always like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Meng Po, the legend is neutral in the Nai He Bridge, cook a bowl of Meng Po soup, after drinking, let people forget the past, and enter the existence of the six reincarnations with peace of mind.

In the past, all Qingyanghuan heard were myths and legends, but now that he has seen a real person, it is really terrifying.

"Ah Huan, run, Meng Po is catching up. ”

Meng Po grabbed the crutches and walked with her little feet, and the distance of each step seemed to be no more than half a foot, but the ground under her feet seemed to shrink into inches, and soon appeared in the position of a hundred zhang behind Qingyang Huan.

"Ah Huan, no, it's impossible for Meng Po to leave Nai He Bridge?"

What the!

At this moment, Gu Buxian's words made Qingyang Huan stop.

Meng Po does not leave the bridge, this is the legend of the great underworld.

In fact, as a part of the Great Netherworld, Meng Po is precisely because of sitting on the Nai He Bridge and constantly supplying Meng Po soup that she can maintain the normal operation of the entire six realms of reincarnation.

It's just that now the Great Netherworld has long been shattered for one hundred and eight epochs, and the rules of the underworld have also been shattered.

"Young man, drink it. ”

Qingyang Huan stopped, and Meng Po's kind face came to the front again, holding a purple gold bowl, and the hideous ghost sound in the bowl was harsh, which looked very incompatible with Meng Po's kind face.

"Who are you!"

Qing Yanghuan stared at Meng Po in front of him, and his kind look made him feel a 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 purple gold bowl exudes a kind of breath-devouring qi, as if it wants to suck the soul into it.

"Young people, old Meng Po, what can I do, send a bowl of Meng Po soup to say goodbye to the past. ”

"I'm going to Nai Ho Bridge. ”

Not caring about Meng Po's words, Qingyang Huan said again.

"Yes, we're going to the Nai Ho Bridge and coil it. ”

The turtle buxian also echoed.

"However, the bridge has collapsed, and the old body can only be displaced. ”

"Really?"

In an instant, a strong killing force burst out from Qingyang Huan's body, and the Heavenly Dao evolved in his hand, falling towards Meng Pozhen in front of him.

Thundered!

This instantaneous change, it seems that Meng Po did not react, and let Qing Yanghuan's palm hit her body, and the terrifying power did not leak in the slightest, and all crashed into her body.

Rumble!

A viscous blood mist exploded, and Meng Po completely turned into a cloud of blood mist under Qingyang Huan's palm, but Qing Yang Huan's figure quickly retreated towards the rear.

Thundered!

It was also at this moment that the surrounding time and space suddenly changed, turning into a blood-colored world, the blood mist was all over the sky, and huge black holes were derived from the surrounding void, each black hole was like the mouth of an ancient giant beast, swallowing blood.

Meng Po, who was blown up, turned into a cloud of blood mist, floating a hundred zhang away, the blood and qi rolling, and a figure was faintly derived in the depths.

"Yin Si is immortal, and the fruit is eternal. ”

A hoarse voice came from the tumbling blood mist, and an old woman wearing a bloody robe with a hideous face appeared, but soon the resentment on her face melted away, and she returned to her kind appearance again.

"Who the hell are you!"

"Old body Meng Po. ”

Meng Po's silver hair was scattered over her shoulders, her body was clumsy, and her robe had reverted to a dark red, engraved with mysterious runes.

As Meng Po said, when the human race established the Great Netherworld, the ten halls of Yama were listed side by side in the world, including the kings of the Yin Division, the ghost generals, the bull head and the horse face, and all the warriors, including the messengers, were no longer pure human blood and bones.

They have become a part of each other with the Great Netherworld, and their martial arts carry the fruit position of the Netherworld, or to put it simply, their strength comes from the Great Netherworld.

As long as the underworld is undefeated, the Yin Si fruit position will exist, just like those Yin Si kings under his command, they rely on the Yin Si to exist.

In this case, Meng Po is the same, Meng Po will not leave the Nai He Bridge, the Nai He Bridge is the foundation of Meng Po's existence, and it is where the martial arts fruit is located, if you want to fight with Meng Po, as long as the Nai He Bridge is not broken, Meng Po is immortal.

Just now, Meng Po said that the bridge had collapsed and she was displaced.

However, if he is not there, Meng Po is not there, and he is displaced.

"You who lie without blinking, which old ghost of the hell are you? ”

Gu Buxian also reacted, the Meng Po in front of him was definitely not the one on the bridge.

It is not a strange thing that the ghosts of the Yin Division have become essences, and in the short years that the Great Hades of the Human Race has been established, there have been many more outliers, such as the Monkey King of the year, when he had not yet become an emperor, he first took a turn in the Yin Division, which caused the Ten Palaces of Yama to jump like thunder, and even the peaceful Niangniang who had not asked about the world for a long time was shocked.

The Meng Po in front of him is most likely a ghost wandering in the underworld, who got the opportunity to create, and then impersonated Meng Po.

"However, it has been broken, in order to maintain the stability of the Yin Division, the old body is responsible for Meng Po, how can he not be respected by Meng Po. ”

Subsequently, Qingyang Huan and Gu Buxian glanced at each other, and when they did not enter this underworld ruin, they guessed that this ruin might be operating on its own.

Now it seems that it was.

Da! Da! Da!

Meng Po held her dragon cane and slammed it on the ground, she was very angry at Qingyang Huan's questioning.

"Ah Huan, look at it, I'm afraid this remnant of the underworld is really operating independently. ”

Then, following the guidance of the turtle immortal, Qingyang Huan looked towards the black hole in the void in the distance, accompanied by the howling of the yin wind, and there were constantly wandering spirits who were carried by the yin wind and fell into this underworld.

"Young man, you have not reached the end of your life, trespassing on the Yin Division, a big crime, and you should be punished with a knife. ”

Meng Po squinted, and her kind face showed a fierce color.

"Sword punishment, is there still eighteen hells here?"

Whoa!

In the blood mist rolling in the distance, two black pythons pierced through the void, and the black smoke was filled with two black iron chains covered with rust.

Two figures, one black and one white, with long tongues and high hats, jumped up.

It is the black and white impermanence of the Yin Si, and the two impermanence high hats are engraved with four ancient seal characters.

Bai Wuchang is on the book, and you are here too.

Black Impermanence is catching you.

The rattling of the chains stirred up the blood mist and rolled, and with the impermanence of black and white, in an instant, the two chains circled around Qingyang Huan several times.

"Yin Si Hades, don't be angry. ”

"Damn, Ah Huan won't be fake. ”

Looking at the two impermanent judges who were jumping up, Gu Buxian's little eyes widened, wanting to see if there were any flaws.

"Come with me to the Ten Temples of Yama to be punished. ”

Letting the chains bind him, Qingyang Huan did not resist, he really wanted to see what kind of god the so-called Ten Hall Yama in the mouth of Black and White Impermanence was.

"Hey, Lord Turtle protests, I'm not your human race, you can't treat me like this. ”

The turtle who was lying on Qingyang Huan's shoulder, and four shrunken chains were wrapped around the turtle shell, locking his turtle shell.

"Yin Si hates turtles. ”

Bai Wuchang turned his head, glanced at the Turtle Buxian, and then dragged the chain towards the depths of the endless blood mist.

As the black and white impermanence moved forward, Qingyang Huan saw the scene in the depths of the blood mist, a barren and lonely black world, the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the palaces along the way collapsed and turned into ruins.

In the distance, hazy phantoms were crying, their heads or feet or arms were pierced into the parched earth, planted like grass and trees, making a wailing sound, and for the black and white impermanence, and Meng Po who followed behind, they were oblivious to the surrounding scene.

After walking for about three incense sticks, Qingyang Huan saw an undulating mountain in the distance, and the pitch-black peaks almost towered to the bottom of this heavenly dome, extending from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and there was no complete palace.

"Ten halls of Yama, the living trespass on the Yin Division, has now been arrested. ”

Bai Wuchang returned to the top of the mountain.

"Get out of the pan. ”

"Over the Knife Mountain. ”

"Coil!"

......

"Lord Yama, eat him. ”

"Good young little brother of the Terrans, come and let my sister take a look. ”

......

Almost instantly, under the dim sky dome, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, on the ruins along the way, piles of nether bonfires lit up, and under the originally empty dim sky dome, there were hundreds of figures who stepped forward at once.

The wild man in animal skin, the ranger in silk robe, the woman with eyebrows and eyes, and the shy goddess all fell towards Qingyang Huan at once.

"Hell!"

The iron lock wrapped around the turtle immortal's body shattered, and suddenly retracted into his turtle shell.

"Ah Huan, the turtle master told you, this is the first time the turtle master has seen so many pretending ghosts, when did the ghost be so formal. ”

There is no need for turtles and immortals to shout, Qingyang Huan was also stunned at the moment, and the ghosts danced wildly, this is another yin.

ps First one shift at noon.,The cold is still not good.,The code word is not very in the state.