This mixed-race woman had seen it in the main hall two days ago.

Although it was not clear what the identity of the other party was, with the position of the other party at that time, Qin Yuyi understood that her level in the underworld was definitely not low.

When she first arrived in the underworld, her mind was stiff and dreamy, but through the adjustment of her mentality of staying at home for the past two days, she has gradually accepted the fact that she really came to the headquarters of the underworld.

After Li Futu went out, she came to the bedside and took off her clothes very cooperatively, leaving only her underwear.

Under the light, the delicate body is like a pearl, beautiful and beautiful, white and dazzling.

However, this beautiful scenery can only be seen by Yin Luohua, who is also a woman.

Yin Luohua's expression did not fluctuate, and she also sat on the bed with the suitcase.

The box was opened, and inside was a piece of leather, and on top of the leather, there were rows of sharp silver needles!

"Maybe it's going to be painful, be patient. ”

Qin Yuyi didn't have any look of fear, and nodded silently.

Outside the room, Li Futu closed the door, and Hei Wuchang's seemingly joking words just now came to mind again, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of worry.

Although the news kept spreading, he believed that Meng Po would definitely receive it, but at this time he had to worry about another possibility.

What if Meng Po receives the news but doesn't come back?

Although the message sent only said that he had something urgent to find Meng Po, and did not disclose the specific situation, it did not mean that no one would report to Meng Po.

For example, at this moment, he was in the room to curb the corpse poison for Qin Yuyi.

Regarding himself and Meng Po, the vast majority of people in the underworld are silent, but a few people have extremely clear attitudes.

One is the horse face.

One is the one who punishes evil.

Li Futu exhaled softly, and then let him go out to find Meng Po, it would definitely be too late in time, and he could only hope that Meng Po would be able to understand the general situation at this time.

……

Europe.

The Miluo River can rank among the top ten in length.

The river is lined with tall trees.

There was a large tree, which I don't know if it was due to a storm or for some reason, but instead of growing upwards, it showed a curved arc, and its thick trunk lay across the surface of the river.

At this moment, on the trunk of the tree, someone stood lightly, and a demonic purple hair flew all over the sky with the whistling river wind.

The river beneath her feet is narrow, which makes it very turbulent to flow through it.

"Sack, I just didn't intend to break in, you actually chased all the way here from the country of Egypt, I have to admit that you are really patient. ”

She looked across the shore and sighed softly.

On the shore, a figure followed.

"Whether intentionally or not, you have disturbed Pharaoh's sleep, Meng Po, come with me and ask Pharaoh's forgiveness!"

The man was dressed in a dark brown robe, with his hands tucked into his cuffs and extremely intricate tattoos on the back of his neck.

"Sark, it's just a dry bone, and even the flesh has completely rotted, and that's what you call the immortal Pharaoh?"

The purple-haired woman smiled softly.

"Religion is really only a tool used to enslave the mind, if your pharaoh is really as great as you believe, I should have been punished for breaking into its graveyard, and I would have used you to hunt down thousands of miles?

"Blasphemy against Pharaoh is punishable!"

Sack drank heavily, with a majesty like thunder, and then, ignoring the rapidly flowing river in front of him, he stepped forward firmly.

On the Miluo River, there was an incredible scene!

On the turbulent river, there are people riding on the waves!

Meng Po was not surprised, and there was even pity in her strange purple eyes.

Sark.

The name is unpretentious.

But he is one of the emperors of the world!

The guardian of the Egyptian Pharaoh's Tomb and the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of Egyptians!

In the country of Egypt, where religion reigns supreme, Sack is like a god!

He was considered the successor of the will of the pharaohs.

Known as the modern pharaoh!

But such a strong man, in the past twenty years, he has not stepped out of the Pharaoh's Cemetery.

Pharaoh gave him great glory, but likewise imprisoned his mind and freedom to death.

If it weren't for Meng Po breaking into the pharaoh's tomb this time, he would probably have been guarding the dry bones for the rest of his life.

Walking on the turbulent river, Sark is like walking on the ground, like a ghost, if there are ordinary people here, the worldview will definitely collapse in an instant.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Sack was in front of Meng Po.

The deep pupils unique to the Egyptians stared at Meng Po, and his right palm grabbed Meng Po's shoulder without any condensation.

"Bang!"

On the surface of the river, the thick trunk of the tree suddenly exploded, and Meng Po's figure instantly turned from reality to nothingness!

Without any movement, as if to anticipate it, Sack turned in an instant, and his left hand was quickly extended.

Behind him, Meng Po had already appeared above the river.

The palms collided, and the river under his feet suddenly stirred up big waves!

The river splashed up, but it was as if there was a barrier, whether it was Sack or Meng Po, neither of them was contaminated with a drop of river water.

The river is getting more and more turbulent.

On the Miluo River, the battle between the two human emperors is in full swing!

"Meng Po, go back with me, and in two months, Pharaoh will forgive me, and I will let you go. ”

Pharaoh King Sak is not really so stubborn, if others intrude on Pharaoh's rest, it will be impossible to escape the death penalty, but he is facing Meng Po who is not weaker than him at this time, so he can only retreat to the second.

But how could Meng Po agree.

"Sack, that dry bone may be the faith of your Egyptians, but to me it is nothing. ”

A few silver threads shot at Sack sharply, like light and electricity, almost impossible to catch.

Sack's eyes froze, and he took the initiative to stretch out his arms and stir rapidly in front of him.

The silver threads that had been shot at his shoulders and chest and abdomen were all wrapped around his arms.

Immediately, he clenched the silver thread tightly with both hands and pulled it violently!

The corners of Meng Po's mouth raised slightly.

"Smack. ”

After an imperceptible sound, all the silver threads broke, but Meng Po took advantage of Sack's pull and rushed towards him like a purple lightning.

"Boom!!"

A palm appeared directly above Sark's head, but between the lightning and flint, Sark's keen sense of danger made Sark tilt his head in time.

The palm that had been smashed into the skull ended up on Zack's left shoulder.

That palm is not wide, on the contrary, compared to Sak, who is nearly one meter nine above sea level, it seems that it will not bring him much damage, but with one palm, the Pharaoh of Egypt seems to be pressed by Mount Tai!

Crash!!

The river splashed open, and Zac was smashed into the river.

At this time, Meng Po's figure had already appeared on the shore.

"Sark, you've been chasing me for so long, you should be sober too. ”

Looking at the empty river, Meng Po's figure slowly dissipated again.

A few seconds later, the surface of the lake exploded again, and Sack broke through the waves and landed on the shore, the god of hundreds of millions of people was drenched and looked rather embarrassed.

Ripping open the silver thread that was still wrapped around his arms, he clenched his left hand, and a pain came from his shoulder.

Frowning slightly, he raised his eyes to look around, but he couldn't see Meng Po anymore.

(End of chapter)