0920 Who wants a bowl of Meng Po soup?

What Meng Po said made everyone present react.

Indeed, their time is running out!

Xudu is only open to the living for twenty-four hours, and so far they have spent a full three or four hours, although it seems that there is still plenty of time, but if what Meng Po said just now is true, then once they miss this opportunity, then they are afraid that they will completely lose their relationship with Sanshengshi!

And for many people present, the significance of the Sansheng Stone may be more significant than the reincarnation bead!

So a moment later, a cruel "good show" began to be staged among the people in the eight ancient capitals.

After all, there are not many survivors outside the Eight Ancient Capitals now, and many of them can't talk about trusting anything, even if they kill each other, they don't meet Meng Po's conditions, so just in case, the people in the Eight Ancient Capitals can only kill each other.

Different from those free people, the forces of the eight ancient capitals are actually very united, after all, they are all from the same family or the same sect, and in addition to the comrade-in-arms, there is also the love of the teacher, brother or relatives and friends, this kind of relationship is far stronger and more sincere than the feelings between ordinary "scattered people".

Because of this, after they were betrayed and killed, the black and red light that emerged from their bodies became more and more intense, making the taste of the Meng Po soup even stronger.

Of course, in fact, not all of these people who started were ruthless, but for many of them, the rise and fall of the sect and the royal family was more important than their personal emotions or even life and death, so after facing a choice, they would naturally choose to sacrifice others or themselves to achieve the great cause of the sect and the royal family.

But in any case, under the cannibalism of the eight ancient capitals, the last seasoning needed for Meng Po soup was finally gathered.

And as this last seasoning was gathered, the Meng Po soup gradually turned into a clear one, and emitted a brilliant seven-colored brilliance, as if a rainbow appeared in the soup.

"I thought that glowing cuisine was only available in the little Chinese masters, but I didn't expect Meng Po to do the same......

Seeing this scene, Fallen silently spit out: "It's a pity that there is no golden egg fried rice that will glow golden, otherwise it will definitely be a perfect match." ”

"You're still thinking about eating ...... at this time?"

Hearing the depraved words, Huang Shang glared at the depraved with a smile, and then his eyes became solemn again.

Now that Meng Po Tang is completed, the battle for the Sansheng Stone should also begin!

"The soup is ready, let's try the taste."

However, at this moment, Meng Po still ignored the people in front of him, but took out a white jade bowl, scooped a spoonful of thick soup from the cauldron and poured it into the bowl, and handed it to Oink, who didn't know what he was stewing next to him, and said.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Meng Po was going to hand over the first bowl of soup to Oink, the second elder behind Gongsun Yu had a cold look in his eyes, and shouted: "There are thousands of avenues, the one who reaches is the first, my capital is the hand of the eight ancient capitals, it is the orthodoxy of China, this first bowl of soup should be handed over to us, not to him!" ”

He knew very well in his heart that whoever got the Meng Po soup first would be able to try the chance of the Sansheng Stone first, and there would be an extra opportunity, so he had to have a chance to take it anyway.

"It's dry, and you don't have any meat, so it's not a good material for cooking."

However, when he heard the words of the second elder, Oinke glanced at him, and then his eyes turned cold: "You dare to say so much nonsense like this?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Oink's right hand waved, and the kitchen knife in his hand shot out, slashing directly at the two elders.

"Measure the sky!"

At the moment when Oink's move, a huge sense of crisis rose in the second elder's heart, and then his face changed, and with a wave of his right hand, a black ruler shot out and intercepted the kitchen knife.

Rumble!

What was unbelievable was that the ruler that emitted a rich black light was blasted out after it collided with the kitchen knife, and then the kitchen knife continued to slash towards the second elder.

"Tie the rope to the sky!"

Seeing this scene, the three elders' faces changed, and with a wave of their right hand, a red rope shot out, wrapping around the kitchen knife, trying to stop the kitchen knife.

But the next moment, the red rope was cut hard, and the kitchen knife continued to cut forward.

Rumble!

Fortunately, at this moment, Gongsun Yu finally made a move, and with a wave of his right hand, a black light shot out from his palm, slamming on the kitchen knife, and then blasting the kitchen knife back.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Although he successfully blocked Oink's blow, whether it was Gongsun Yu and the others or the people in the other ancient capitals, they were all shocked, and even the old blind man looked slightly condensed.

You must know that the second elder and the third elder are all cultivators of the Yuanying Realm, and they also have powerful magic weapons in their hands, but even so, the three of them joined forces to block Oink's attack, although in the end, Gongsun Yu did not exert all his strength, but this has fully proved that Oinke is terrible!

First of all, the blind man of unknown origin!

And then again this terrible pig-headed man!

It seems that the situation of this feast is even more complicated than they imagined!

"Don't worry, this is a fellow friend of the old body, this time I came purely for the soup of the old body, and I have no interest in Sanshengshi at all, so you don't have to worry about him competing for opportunities with you."

At this moment, Meng Po grinned and said to Oink: "Drink it, if you don't drink the soup, it will be cold!" ”

"Well, it's a pity if such a good soup is lost because these guys have lost a trace of flavor."

Oinker nodded, then took the white jade bowl, sniffed it, took another sip, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and drank it all.

"Good, good, good!"

The next moment, Oinke threw the white jade bowl on the ground and laughed: "Seven emotions and six desires, love and hatred are all in this bowl of thick soup, yes, very good, this time is really worth the trip." ”

At the same time, seeing that Oinke actually drank Meng Po soup, the faces of the others present changed slightly.

Did this guy really drink Meng Po soup?

You must know that they seized Meng Po soup in order to water the Sansheng Stone, and to arouse the resonance of the Sansheng Stone with the power of seven emotions and six desires, and then hoped to use this to compete for the opportunity, but this pig-headed man was really just to drink this bowl of soup?

Isn't he afraid of forgetting the past, and really coming to a six-root purity?

Or is he not under the influence of Meng Po Tang?

Coupled with the terrifying strength displayed by the knife just now, everyone's gaze towards Oink's eyes became more and more different at this moment.

"Drink soup, drink soup, why did you smash the old man's bowl?"

At the same time, Meng Po complained, and then asked, "You drank the soup of the old body, what about yours?" ”

"My soup hasn't arrived yet, and I'm running out of ingredients."

Oinker shook his head, and blood flashed in his eyes: "When they start fighting, they get one or two corpses of legendary realm powerhouses and even Yuan Infants, and this pot of soup should be done." ”

"What?"

Hearing Oink's words, the eyes of many legendary realm powerhouses present froze.

This pig-headed man is actually beating their idea, and he is so outspoken?

"Okay, okay, I'll wait."

But Meng Po nodded with a smile, then took out a white jade bowl, scooped a spoonful of Meng Po soup, and asked with a smile at the people in the eight ancient capitals: "Then who wants a bowl of Meng Po soup now?" ”