"Yun Ruo, stop, you will never recover."

I was lying on the ground, no longer strong.

Yun Ruo still insisted on directing the transparent butterfly to plunder those souls who wanted to get close to me.

But we soon discovered a phenomenon that became more and more severe -- the number of unjust souls increased.

Thin souls as thin as pieces of paper continued to burst out of the Lechuan River one after another, and the entire river bank had been covered by the black oppressive ghostly aura that covered any gap in the space.

All the unjust spirits looked at me like they were looking at delicious food, and as I grew weaker, they became more and more agitated.

"O weak soul of the Ghost King! Once in a thousand years, as long as we swallow him, we can leave the never-ending torture of the Lethe River. ”

"That little girl's skin can't bear it anymore, rush over, don't be afraid of death, you are also tortured under the Lechuan River, it is better to fight once, achieve the ghost king, and have eternal life."

"Rush!"

Countless souls are drifting towards us like winds,

Yun Ruo's transparent butterfly could no longer support it, she raised her hand to put away the butterfly, took it into her body, and then stretched out her arms and blocked in front of me.

"No, no!"

I stretched out my hand to stop Yun Ruo, but I didn't have the slightest strength to struggle at the moment, and I couldn't pull her at all.

Those unjust souls turned into fierce ghost qi and pounced on Yun Ruo, like sharp arrows, piercing through her body and nailing to my body.

It was as if something had gotten into my body, cold, cold, itchy.

I saw that my body began to flow out of a liquid of unknown color, and the liquid dripped to the ground, and immediately gave birth to a black flower, which withered instantly, and in the flower, a black seed the size of a watermelon seed shone with a strange light.

As the countless unjust souls rushed through Yun Ruo's body and burrowed into my body, drop after drop of liquid fell to the ground, and one after another black flowers bloomed everywhere, withered and withered, and finally turned into demonic seeds on the earth.

With the penetration of those unjust souls, Yun Ruo's soul became weaker and weaker, and gradually there was a tendency to drift away.

"No, Yunruo, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

I stretched out my hand weakly, but to no avail.

"Ah......h

I let out a terrible shout, and with the last of my strength, I rolled over, and actually crashed into Meng Po's soup pot at once.

The soup pot shook a little, and a pot of Meng Po soup was all over my face.

The boiling soup ran into my eyes, down my cheeks and into my nostrils, mouth, and ears.

Strangely, I wasn't disfigured by this, nor did I get a first-degree burn.

The moment my eyes came across Meng Po Soup, they instantly became extremely cool and refreshing.

The moment my body flowed into the Meng Po soup, the cold feeling brought by those unjust souls instantly dissipated.

I saw countless black qi coming out of my soul.

The souls that came out were terrified like lost dogs, rushing out of my soul and completely stupid in the air.

I feel that my body is incomparably light, my mind is incomparably clear, my body is full of strength, and my qiē seems to have completely returned to my soul in a brief moment.

On the Sansheng Stone, the scenes of this life are still repeated, the hell ghosts encountered when I was a child, the black and white impermanence that appeared later, the corpse to the curtain Xiaoxiao, and then to Sister Hua, the dish fairy of Zhilan Middle School, to the birth of Xingtian.

All the qiē was constantly repeated on the Sansheng Stone, and this qiē flowed into the iron pot along the jade cylinder on the Sansheng Stone, sprinkled on my body, absorbed by my body, and became my memory again.

"Ghost King! The Ghost King is born! ”

In the midst of the screams, my whole body was filled with strength, and on the ground, those seeds dived into the ground, and then germinated, giving birth to black bright flowers.

The bright flowers fluttered and swirled around my soul, turning into a black robe and draped over my body.

Those flowers bloom so eeriely, as if to celebrate the birth of a new ghost king.

After absorbing a pot of Meng Po soup, my soul was instantly sublimated and became a ghost king-like being.

I felt the overflowing power, the power of incomparable anger, the power was so strong, so strong, that my short hair kept expanding and getting longer in a moment.

I finally understood why my brother's hair suddenly grew longer, it was a release of power.

The old people say that the hair grows and presses the fire, in fact, because the hair is stored by absorbing the energy of the human body, the longer the hair, the more energy is needed to nourish it, and when the body has more energy to the extreme, the faster the hair grows naturally!

At this point, my strength exceeded the carrying capacity of my body, my hair was growing, and as my long hair was flying, I raised my arm and touched Yunruo.

"Get out of here!"

I roared angrily, and the moment my fingers landed on Yun Ruo's palm, the souls that penetrated Yun Ruo's body were like rabbits that had been stepped on by their tails, surging madly towards Yun Ruo's body.

"Run!"

A wronged soul finally came to his senses, turned around and fled into the Lethe River.

The Lethe River, which had been like hell, seemed to be their only refuge at this time, and they would rather re-enter the Lethe River to endure the torment of a hundred lifetimes than bear my wrath.

Want to escape? Looking at the faint soul of Yun Ruo beside me, I already hated these unjust souls in my bones, how could I let them go?

I vaguely remember that day the blue-faced ghost king released the trick of the water of the Styx, although I have just become the ghost king, I don't have the background of the blue-faced ghost king, but my inspiration is the most powerful in this world, my eyes are the dark eyes that have been washed by Meng Po soup, and my ghost qi is the strongest among so many unjust ghosts and wild ghosts at this time.

"Burn the Lethe River!"

Beside me, there is also a never-ending pot of Meng Po soup, which is the source of my strength at this time, and the strength of my anger is added to the bodies of these unjust souls.

My eyes were filled with purple flames at this time, and this purple fire was a catastrophe for those ghosts in Lethe River.

I picked up Meng Po's iron pot in one hand, and kept drinking Meng Po soup, the purple fire in my eyes became more and more vigorous, and a sea of fire ignited on the Lechuan River in an instant.

"Ah, help!"

"Don't, I don't want to die!"

"Onicha, where is Onicha-sama?"

Countless lamentations and appeals rang out, countless wails of pain rang out, and the entire Lechuan River burst into a purple flame, which penetrated the sky and lit up the entire underworld.

Accompanied by the purple color that penetrated the sky, an extremely majestic voice spread to every corner of the entire underworld: "Who is wanton in my underworld? ”R1148