The Dust Hall is also the eighteenth hall of the Hades. Breaking the dust, as the name suggests, is where the souls of the dead decide the worldly fate.

In the Dust Breaking Hall, there is still a river that runs through the hall, and there are evil ghosts roaring in the river, and copper snakes and iron dogs barking wildly. The river is a branch of the Santu River, and those who cross it will be carried away by the wails of evil spirits and forget about the past. This is the Lechuan River, and there is an antique bridge over the red river, which is called Nai He Bridge.

On the bank of the Lechuan River, there is a three-life stone. This stone has two divine patterns, which divide the stone into three sections. At that time, Nuwa ordered her three stages to be named the previous life, this life, and the next life, and added a marriage line to her body, which continued from this life to the next life, and was responsible for the reincarnation of the three lives.

Nai He Bridge, blue-faced stone bridge, five steps. Under the bridge, a woman slowly stepped up the stone steps, each step looking heavy, as if she was running to the execution ground.

"Chenxing, I will wait for you to the next reincarnation, I don't want to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup, just to remember what you look like, and I am even more afraid of missing the last encounter with you in this life in reincarnation. ”

When she reached the third stone step, the woman stopped, she put her hands on her chest, looked at the Sansheng Stone standing on the riverside, and the tears in the corners of her eyes silently swept across the snowy face.

Holding back tears, he lowered his face, and half frowned shyly. I don't know that my soul is broken, and there are dreams with me.

"Girl, come here, the past is gone, forget your feelings and worries and don't look back. On the other side of the bridge, an old woman saw the woman looking back three times and called to her softly. That old woman is a Meng woman in this house.

Meng Po, with tears as a guide, refines the thoughts that the world can't let go of into Meng Po soup for the yin soul to drink, and then he will forget the love and hatred of his previous life, unload the burden of his life, and enter the next reincarnation.

When the woman heard the old woman's call, her eyes were covered with blue mist, and her body involuntarily walked in the direction of Meng Pozhuang.

Meng Pozhuang is full of carved beams and painted buildings, and the stone pillars are built. Inside the room, there is a curtain made of pearl and jade, and there is a table carved in jade in the hall. Meng Po has already filled a bowl of Meng Po soup and placed it on the table, and the soup and tea are wafting with the aroma of ecstasy, so that the yin soul has no sorrow or joy, and is transcendent.

In the corner of Meng Po Village, an emaciated man was surrounded by two beautiful women sitting at a stone table. One pinched his shoulders and beat his back, and the other served tea and soup for him. It can be said that the joy is not missing, the high-rise building of the night string of the song, and the dance sleeve of the city and the country.

The man's eyes were misty, as if he was fascinated by the indulgence of his soul, and the bowl of Meng Po soup on the table that made the world salivate probably had already made him forget the misery and sadness of his previous life.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the old man to be so happy in this life! Happy, happy!" The man stroked his beard and sighed, laughed wantonly, and drank the Meng Po soup on the table.

Suddenly, the man's eyes flashed a hint of clarity, and he looked down again, and in the bowl he put down, there was mud at the bottom of the bowl. Looking up, there were no carved beams and paintings, and there was a withered vine hut everywhere, and even the two beautiful women who were serving beside him were two skeletons standing behind him at this time.

Seeing this scene in front of him, a trace of sorrow flooded his heart, and the man was sad and cried, and when he was hurting, he was dragged into reincarnation by the ghost.

Meng Po is still quietly boiling the fragrant Meng Po soup. These scenes have long since ceased to touch her. For thousands of years, since she served as the generation of Meng Po, she has seen too many ghosts who are nostalgic for the mundane, but after all, she still can't escape the baptism of a bowl of Meng Po soup, and she will enter reincarnation. Therefore, Meng Po soup is also known as ecstasy soup.

At this time, the woman on the bridge no longer had her own consciousness, and in the Meng Po Village, which was filled with the fragrance of ecstasy, she gradually became a little confused, and let her slowly begin to be free.

Meng Po handed her the tea, the woman took it with both hands, slowly put it to her mouth, and just about to drink it, there was an anxious cry from the hall:

"Yue'er, that soup can't be drunk!"

Chenxing quickly jumped over the foyer and saw that Jiaoyue was about to drink the bowl of ecstasy soup, so he went to stop it and flew towards Meng Pozhuang.

"Wow"

When Jiaoyue heard Chenxing's voice, she trembled, the mist in her eyes dissipated, and she regained her clarity, and Meng Po Tang slipped from her hand and spilled all over the ground.

"Chenxing!" Bright Moon had tears in her eyes and turned to run in the direction of Chenxing.

Meng Po was expressionless, and didn't care about Chenxing's intrusion, she still held a bowl of tea soup and handed it to Jiaoyue, blocking the way in front of her, and said in a low voice,

"Hugh wants to toast and not eat and drink, once you enter this underworld, you have no turning back, obediently drink Meng Po soup, and enter the reincarnation as soon as possible!"

At the same time, under the bridge, a group of hideous-looking imps rushed out of the river, waving forks, and rushed towards Chenxing with their teeth and claws.

Seeing that Jiaoyue was stopped by Meng Po, the anger in Chenxing's heart could not be contained, his eyes were scarlet, his long hair was flying, he didn't care about the attack of those bridge guards, his eyes were still looking at Jiaoyue.

Facing the little ghosts rushing over in the Lechuan River, Chen Xing frowned slightly, and threw the Fang Tian halberd in his hand on the ground hard, and the insolent power suddenly made the earth shatter, and the gravel splashed, and the entire Dust Breaking Hall trembled, and the splashing stones instantly knocked down a bridge guard slave in front of him.

Before the one behind could catch up, Chenxing jumped up, stepped on the Fang Tian halberd standing on the ground, and flew in the direction of Meng Pozhuang.

Jiaoyue raised her hand and knocked over the tea soup in Meng Po's bowl again, and also ran to the Nai He Bridge.

Meng Po finally showed a fierce expression at this time, and scolded the two ghosts behind her: "Meng Yong, Meng Ge, you two ghosts go and escort her back!"

The two women behind her answered Meng Po and flew away after Jiaoyue. They were like ghosts, and soon chased after Kyaukyue, and they stretched out their ghost hands to capture Kyaukyue back.

"I want to see how much ability you have, dare to touch my woman!" Chen Xing slapped at the two ghosts, and the dark palm shadow bypassed the bright moon and flew towards Meng Yong and Meng Ge.

Feeling the power of the clutches coming from the shop, Meng Yong and Meng Ge interlocked their fingers and worked together to make a palm, and this blow fell apart before it could meet the clutches, only to see that the power of the clutches was undiminished, and they still attacked the two ghosts.

Seeing the attacking clutches, Meng Yong and Meng Ge both saw fear in each other's eyes, and reflexively wanted to flee back. Because with their cultivation, if they stubbornly defend this clutche, I am afraid that they will either die or be injured.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that the speed of the ghost shadow they were proud of in the past was actually fleeing in embarrassment under this clutches.

Seeing that the clutch behind him was approaching, the two ghosts shouted to the depths of Meng Pozhuang: "Sister, come and save us!"

At this time, in Meng Po Village, a string of jade rings jingled, and a woman wearing a red Luo dress and stepping on silver wire trimmed crested shoes walked out, this woman was the sister in the mouth of the two ghosts, Meng Jiang.

Meng Jiang flew towards Meng Yong, Meng Ge's two ghosts, backhanded several jade rings and threw them out, locked the clutches of the devil, and reduced its power, Meng Yong and Meng Ge took this opportunity to escape as phantoms. Although the clutches were locked by the jade ring, it shattered the jade ring in a moment and slapped into a soup and tea room in Meng Pozhuang, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Chenxing took the moon and hugged her into his arms, his black eyes revealing endless tenderness. However, on the bridge, Kyaukyue leaned on Chenxing's shoulder, crying like a tearful man like a pear blossom. At this time, the intoxicated song echoed in the distant memory:

The concubine stroked the piano by herself, and the ups and downs followed the husband to accompany the king to get drunk and laugh 3,000 times.

"This is not a place for you to fall in love and talk about love, I advise you to let go of your obsession and obediently enter this reincarnation, and I will no longer pursue this matter. Meng Po scolded fiercely, like blaming a disobedient child.

"Huh, pursue?" Chen Xing took back his Fang Tian halberd, although this remnant halberd was not as powerful as it was in the past, but it was stained with the blood of gods and ghosts, and it still exuded a killing aura, and the murderous aura always oppressed those bridge guards under the bridge, so that they did not dare to go beyond half a step, as if if they moved, the murderous aura on the halberd would make it go up in smoke.

Chenxing wiped the tears on Jiaoyue's face with his thumb, and said with pity, "Let's go back and leave this ghost place, okay?"

It's as if they've come to Hades to play, and it's getting late, and it's time to go back.

"Hmm. Kyaukyue nodded, grabbing Chenxing's arm. It's not that Kyaukyue doesn't know that her life is over, it's her trust in Chenxing. In Kyaukyue's heart, since he came to Hades to find her, he could bring her back, because his name is Chenxing, and he is her man.

Meng Po saw that Meng Yong's two ghosts fled back in embarrassment, and Chenxing and Jiaoyue embraced each other here again, and wanted to leave the underworld and return to the yang world, when suddenly her face was distorted, her whole body trembled, and a black mist rose out from behind her.

Meng Po's voice became hoarse, and her voice ran through the entire Dust Breaking Hall:

"How many red faces, how many lovesicknesses, only the blood-stained ink fragrance is left to cry and mess with the grave. People in the world are always too naïve, your fate has long been written in the scroll of life and death, and useless struggle is meaningless, and you can't escape the fate of death after all. ”

"A few sighs and sorrows and joys of several lifetimes, it's ridiculous that my life is up to me. Hahahaha!"

Meng Po stood in the black mist, looking up to the sky and smiling. I saw her rickety figure slowly elongated, her gray hair turned into green silk, her bewitching figure was wrapped in long black hair, her slender arms were stretched, and her hands like the claws of a demon dragon had sharp scimitars.

The black mist turned into black vines blocking the path ahead of Chenxing and Kyaukyue, and the vines continued to grow, and hundreds of tentacles continued to attack Chenxing, also trying to restrain Kyaukyue. But Chenxing still protected the moon in it, so that the vines could not touch the moon in the slightest.

A black shadow crept in, and Meng Po suddenly appeared behind Kyaukyue, and stabbed the heart of Kyaukyue's soul with the glittering scimitar.

The so-called soul heart, it is to maintain the three souls and seven spirits of the yin soul, once the soul heart is lost, the yin soul will fall into the dark abyss of the underworld, never enter reincarnation.