The four ghost kings carried the sedan chair, and there was a netherworld road between tossing and turning, and finally came to the netherworld dividing line, before the yin and yang realm.

"Shangxian, the front is beyond our reach, please don't blame the immortals. ”

Meng Lu nodded, it was not surprising that the Yin and Yang Realm was the inner and outer barrier of the Netherworld, and inside, it was the place where the real Netherworld power gathered, how could it be allowed to enter and exit casually.

Raising his head, the divine power mixed with the voice, the mighty spread out: "Interception disciple, ask to see the Xuanming seniors, ask to see the peaceful mother!"

Meng Lu wasn't sure if Xuan Ming was here, and Pingxin Niangniang was more expensive than a saint, so he might not be able to see it, so he simply said it together.

The voice dispersed, and it didn't take long for a drooping old voice to come from the ghost gate.

"Come in. ”

After receiving the promise, the four ghost kings who carried the sedan chair naturally had no scruples, and carried Meng Lu into the ghost gate.

Stepping on the Wangxiang Terrace, walking through Huangquan Road, and finally, coming to the ghostly Nai He Bridge.

The four ghost kings quietly carried the sedan chair and left, leaving only Meng Lu standing on the side of the Nai He Bridge.

Meng Lu's eyes turned, and he fell on the side of the bridge, the figure with an old face, like an old woman.

The person who spoke out before, the voice is not difficult to distinguish, it is obviously an old woman, and in the underworld, who is qualified to respond to Meng Lu, I am afraid that the only one who has always been extremely mysterious is Meng Po, a celebrity in the underworld.

Meng Po is old, holding a bowl of pure Meng Po soup in her hand, and from time to time she pours a bowl for a muddy wandering ghost, each time the amount is exactly the same, the action is the same, like an ancient machine, but more like a living being.

Meng Lu didn't step forward to disturb Meng Po, just stood there quietly, watching Meng Po's movements.

As a junior, you have to look like a junior, and you can still retain a little arrogance in front of the ghost king, or the guy who is not as good as him, but in the face of this predecessor who is suspected of being an ancient supernatural power, arrogance is an idiot's doing.

There is never a shortage of ghosts and ghosts in the underworld, but the ghosts and ghosts on the bridge are endless, and I don't know how many there are.

Time passed so slowly.

I don't know how long it took, but the wandering spirits and wild ghosts on the bridge finally drank all the Meng Po soup and entered reincarnation.

At this time, Meng Lu walked up.

When Meng Lu came to Meng Po's side, I don't know if it was a habitual action, or how, Meng Po actually poured a bowl of Meng Po soup directly and served it in front of Meng Lu, those old eyes, looking at Meng Lu faintly, without saying a word, I don't know what it means.

Meng Lu's eyes narrowed slightly, Meng Po soup is a thing, but any monk with some achievements is no stranger, washing the soul and purifying the soul, can wash the memory of ghosts.

This thing is not a nice thing, but it is dangerous!

Since ancient times, Jin Xian, Taiyi don't know how many mortals, Da Luo is not lacking in every era, and even quasi-saints have fallen, those fallen guys, as long as they are reincarnated, must have walked through the Nai He Bridge, and must have drunk this Meng Po soup.

So this thing can be called a divine water that ignores cultivation, and if a living creature drinks a bowl of this thing, the ghost knows what will happen.

Meng Po came to such a set as soon as they met, to be honest, it was very difficult to do.

And Meng Lu didn't dwell on it for too long, just hesitated for a moment, and then smiled on his face: "Seniors, don't dare to resign." “

After speaking, he took Meng Po soup and drank it.

Meng Lu thought clearly, this Netherworld Mansion was not the kind of joke place that a monkey could push sideways in the mouth of the storyteller.

In this place, even if the quasi-saint dares to mess around, the result may not be much better.

Netherworld's strength and heritage are very strong, and he is not afraid of intercepting the sect at all, since he is allowed to come in, there is no reason to play any small tricks.

Seeing that Meng Lu drank it all, an extremely ugly smile appeared on Meng Po's old bark-like face: "The generation of the Interception Sect is far away from a good walk, and you are much more interesting than Duobao's little ghost." ”

Meng Lu was shocked.

Treasure that little ghost!!

Duobao Daoren, the former elder brother of the Interception Sect, the first generation of the Interception Sect walked, and in the ancient years of the gods, he had already obtained the power of the Dao quasi-saint, and later escaped into the Buddha's door, and achieved the ancestor of today's Ten Thousand Buddhas, and his cultivation became more and more unfathomable, which is one of the real strongest existences in this world today!

And such a character, in Meng Po's mouth, is actually just a little ghost's evaluation.

The thought that Meng Lu had occasionally had before was also much clearer at this time.

hugged his hands and gave a half-salute: "Junior Meng Lu, I have seen Xuanming's seniors." ”

In the Netherworld, there may be many strong people lurking, but who can call Duobao a little ghost, except for Xuanming, one of his two targets.

As for Pingxin Niangniang, to be honest, Meng Lu didn't expect to be able to see that one at all, how could it be so easy to see an existence that was more terrifying than a saint, or even a saint in some cases.

Meng Po shook her head: "Xuan Ming has passed away, and now there is only one old woman, don't mention it." ”

Meng Lu frowned, and just as he wanted to say something, he listened to Meng Po continue.

"Drink a bowl of soul-purifying water, you are a guest, you are a guest, you should be entertained. ”

"Your purpose is already known to the old woman........."

After speaking, Meng Po took the spoon of Meng Po soup and shook twice at the bucket that seemed to have endless scooping.

Under Meng Lu's gaze, the bucket seemed to be connected to a vast world, and Meng Po just scooped it a few times at random, and it actually seemed to be scooping a world.

After a few moments, the spoon was submerged in it, and it was quickly lifted again.

At this time, a small bead had already appeared in the soup spoon, Meng Po threw it very casually, and the bead in the spoon flew out, and finally landed in front of Meng Lu, floating gently.

After doing this, Meng Po looked at Meng Lu again: "That's what you want, whether you can get what you want depends on your little guy's ability." ”

After that, he said no more.

Only one Meng Lu with a frown was left.

What do I want??

Obviously he didn't say anything, how did this senior know?

Also, this bead.........

"Don't ask too much, don't think too much, and don't try to figure things out, because too much speculation will not help you. ”

"You should know, the old woman knows, you have already got what you should take, and it's time to leave. ”

Meng Lu's heart became more and more shocked.

Xuan Ming is very strong, this Meng Lu does not deny it, but he should not be able to know the world with one thought.

Moreover, at this time, the calamity is rising, and most of the calculus energy is abolished, is it possible that Xuan Ming is still proficient in mind reading?

Mind reading is not a great skill, but for a monk who is also not weak, the success rate will be greatly reduced.

The most important thing is that even if it is really a mind reading, at most he knows what he is thinking, and looking at Meng Po's behavior, no matter how he looks at it, it looks like he has been prepared for a long time.

After thinking about all the possibilities, it seems that there is only one possibility left.

Mixed Yuan's handiwork?

Knowing the past and knowing the future, as early as the moment he gave birth to an idea, he saw through all his ideas.

It's a bit incredible, but it seems like there's only one answer.

Holding the bead that didn't look special in his hand, a trace of divine sense probed into it, and when he saw some of the conditions in it, Meng Lu's expression changed again and again.

Then, he arched his hand to Meng Po: "Thank you seniors, juniors say goodbye." ”

After speaking, he left, and walked neatly without the slightest hesitation.

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