Fan Zhuoyuan made the boatman lose himself in the lake, so he could only support the boat by himself.

It's not a big problem, it's the same as rowing a bamboo raft, when you go offshore, you can stretch it out and paddle it far, and then you can use the oars, after all, the flow rate of the yellow spring water is very gentle.

There can't be any natural disasters here, after all, Huangquan is a mysterious existence that can't even be blown by the wind.

Fan Zhuoyuan sat at the stern of the boat and shook the oars, admiring the gimperous performance of the boatman after stripping naked and pants.

It wasn't until he came to the center of the Yellow Spring that a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly struck, and Fan Zhuoyuan hurriedly raised his head.

I saw that on the Yellow Spring, where all the power of the law was imprisoned and could not fly, there were three women wearing bronze masks and ancient costumes suspended on it.

The bronze mask obscured all expressions on their faces, as if they were one with their heads, and they couldn't even see with their eyes, but this didn't seem to affect their vision.

The three women first looked at Fan Zhuoyuan, and then at the boatman who was doing ridiculous things in front of the air, and couldn't help but snort coldly in unison.

Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly remembered that the boatman had mentioned to him about the Yellow Spring River Patrol, could this be the person who patrolled the river?

The woman at the head waved her sleeves towards the boatman, and suddenly, in the hallucination of the boatman, all the delicate beauties in her arms who were violently impacting turned into rotting corpses and white bones, maggots drilled in and out of her charming face, and the smooth and delicate skin all turned into inelastic blue gray, and then the epidermis fell off to reveal the flesh inside.

This momentary change had a full impact even on the ghost, and the boatman was frightened and sat back on the boat.

Following a blank look in his eyes, his soul suddenly flew out of the sky, and he found that he had already moved away from the river bank to the center of the river.

At the same time, he also looked up and noticed the three women suspended in mid-air, and suddenly fell to his knees with pale faces and kowtowed repeatedly.

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"Meng Po Immortal! The little one was deceived by a spell, and he was really guilty, and it was an unintentional mistake to see the little one, so please spare the little one this time. ”

The Meng Po on the left sneered, "You don't need to say it, we have never acted according to the rules and don't listen to explanations. ”

The boatman looked desperate and looked back at Fan Zhuoyuan, "You actually used a spell to trick me!" You've killed me this time! You won't die well! ”

As soon as the words fell, a spiritual pressure directly pushed it away from the wooden boat, and without even a trace of struggle, it sank directly into the yellow spring.

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "You are Meng Po? ”

"Unruly lonely souls and wild ghosts can only be transformed by Huangquan into all spirituality, completely turned into spiritual fetus, and can only re-enter reincarnation after accepting the transformation of the underworld."

Fan Zhuoyuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I thought that I would sink under the Yellow Spring for the rest of my life and not be able to live beyond life, in this case, there is no difference between drinking your soup and going on the road again." ”

Meng Po, who was the leader, said with a smile: "You definitely don't like the feeling of being gradually corroded and engulfed by the cold air in the water under the Yellow Spring, that kind of pain is long and long-lasting, and it is ten thousand times more terrible than the most cruel punishment in the world. ”

Fan Zhuoyuan said with a smile: "In this case, why don't you do it yet, it won't be bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, so let's coward." ”

"Hmph, above the Yellow Spring, even if the Ten Halls of Yama come, you have to let us have a few points!"

The three Meng Po's figures spread out and opened their sleeves, and Fan Zhuoyuan found that their sleeves were empty, and there seemed to be no arms at all.

The calm Yellow Spring suddenly became turbulent, spinning rapidly on the side of Fan Zhuoyuan's boat, gradually converging into a whirlpool with powerful suction power.

Fan Zhuoyuan slammed his palm on the surface of the river, the river rippled, but it was not affected too much, and the true qi he emitted was directly swallowed by the yellow spring.

"It's useless, the blood flowing out of the Pangu artery is living blood, turning into rivers, lakes and oceans, nourishing and nurturing all things.

And the blood flowing out of his veins is dead blood, which is the yellow spring that runs through the entire underworld, and is the end of all things.

Although your cultivation is strong, all the spiritual energy released will definitely be absorbed and assimilated by the dead qi in the Yellow Spring, and you can only accept this final outcome. ”

Fan Zhuoyuan stood up and fell into the yellow spring It was not a joke, of course he couldn't sit still.

Since you can't stop the boat from entering the vortex, try attacking the caster.

His claws turned into dragon claws, and the dragon's breath burst out, and in just one fell swoop, he dispersed the spiritual pressure jointly exerted by the three Meng Po, and even caused the whirlpool to dissipate for a little time.

He used the dragon grabbing style to suck the three Meng Po into the palm of his hand.

Meng Po's strength is definitely not weak in the underworld, but in the face of Fan Zhuoyuan's absolute power suppression, she has no power to resist, and can only be sucked by her palms.

Then Fan Zhuoyuan struck out with both palms, instantly beating the three Meng Po to the point of vanishing, and the aura on their bodies only dissipated in this instant.

Three Meng Po died, and the turmoil above the entire Yellow Spring immediately subsided.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at all this with his arms folded on his chest, and shook his head slightly, "How strong do I think it is......"

As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that the cold aura above the Yellow Spring was changing strangely, as if it was gradually gathering and forming.

Suddenly, the small boat around him, the surrounding river gradually gathered in the air, and turned into ten almost identical Meng Po wearing bronze masks appeared in front of him.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at this scene in surprise, only to see ten Meng Po laughing in unison.

"I'm afraid you don't know a secret, that is, Meng Po is Huang Quan, and Huang Quan is also Meng Po! You think that Meng Po is just the one who feeds the soul soup on the bridge, but in fact, Meng Po is the whole Yellow Spring!

If you defeat three, ten will appear immediately, and if you defeat these ten more, a hundred will emerge from the river! ”

As if to prove her words, the Huangquan River in the distance flew into the air, forming dozens or hundreds of Meng Po figures around Fan Zhuoyuan.

Meng Po flew higher and higher, and said, "You only rely on this tiny ferry, and I, with just one wave, can capsize it!" ”

As he spoke, a huge wave suddenly rose on the water, pushing from a distance like a mountain, and directly covering Fan Zhuoyuan's head like a mountain!

Fan Zhuoyuan's expression was solemn, and he turned into a dragon body with the body of the primordial god, and the law was huge like heaven and earth, but the yellow spring under his feet seemed to be huge with his size, including those countless Meng Po.

Looking around, nothing seemed to have changed except that the boat beneath its feet had become smaller.

And he barely used Ying Long's dragon breath to reluctantly turn into an ice layer to support his standing on the river, but he still had to sink into the Yellow Spring with the ice, and he couldn't fly at all.

There was a screaming laugh from Meng Po around, "It's useless, accept your fate, here the gods have to bow down for it, the demon lord has to retreat for it, the power hidden in Huangquan is the power of the law of Pangu, the founding god of the world, above all laws!" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan turned into a human form and landed heavily on the boat, but the boat had already been destroyed by Meng Po at this time, and became scattered everywhere, he could only step on a wooden board that would never sink, and looked up at hundreds of Meng Po.

"That's not necessarily, if it's Pangu's law against his law!"