Before Meng Po could react to what Fan Zhuoyuan meant, she saw the ice spirit cold veins in his body erupt, and a field opened.

An illusory river Styx appeared in the realm, and it was the Yellow Spring.

This is absorbed from the power of a warlord ghost king in hell, but with the improvement of Fan Zhuoyuan's own strength, this ability is getting stronger and stronger, and it has long been comparable to the power of ordinary ghost kings.

The illusory Yellow Spring gradually turned into a real Yellow Spring, but it was suspended in mid-air.

The huge waves of the Yellow Spring that were set off by Meng Po were photographed, but they were slapped into the Yellow Spring in mid-air, and a small number of waves were slapped towards Fan Zhuoyuan.

It didn't do him any harm at all.

Meng Po looked at this scene in shock, and forgot to attack Fan Zhuoyuan for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Zhuoyuan successively absorbed the planks scattered everywhere, threw them towards the opposite bank, and then followed the jump.

When jumping, he sucked back the plank under him, and when he fell on the next plank, he threw it instantly, like a plank, and quickly crossed the wide Huangquan River.

He knew very well that Meng Po's own strength was actually very weak, not to mention these hundreds, even if there were thousands of Meng Po, he could easily clean it up.

But as long as she is above the Yellow Spring, Meng Po can infinitely use the power of the Yellow Spring, this Styx River with the power of Pangu's original law, the hidden power is comparable to that of God, and it is simply impossible for her at this stage to resist.

Therefore, only by leaving the Yellow River and stepping into the other side can we not be afraid of the siege of Meng Po.

When the Meng Po discovered Fan Zhuoyuan's intentions, countless Meng Po rushed out of the river one after another to block it.

Fan Zhuoyuan is like swatting flies, and he can scatter a group of people with a slap.

Seeing that they couldn't directly hurt Fan Zhuoyuan, they began to attack the plank under his feet, as long as they destroyed his support point on the river, no matter how strong this person was, he would never want to cross this yellow spring.

However, this did not work, Fan Zhuoyuan sucked and released the plank, all of them were bound by the true yuan, and they were shrouded by the power of Ying Long.

With the power in Meng Po's hands, it was impossible to break the defense, let alone take it away. Even Meng Po, who was blocking the path of the plank being thrown out, was all hit into mist by the true qi attached to the plank.

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Seeing that Fan Zhuoyuan was about to approach the other side, Meng Po was so angry that she set off a bigger whirlpool of waves on the river to block it.

But all this lost its effect in front of the Yellow Spring Realm that Fan Zhuoyuan had conjured up, and the Yellow Spring he had conjured up was another part of the Yellow Spring in front of him, which was originally one.

Although Meng Po called herself Huangquan, in fact, it was just an existence condensed by a certain ancient power in order to construct the order of the underworld, borrowing the power of Huangquan.

She can borrow the power of the Yellow Spring, but she is only limited to the scope of her existence, and it is impossible to control the entire Yellow Spring at will.

It is the Yellow Spring that folded from afar in Fan Zhuoyuan's domain, and the laws in it directly affect the Yellow Spring in the current area, so that it cannot interfere with Fan Zhuoyuan at all.

Meng Po wanted to control the part of the Yellow Spring in Fan Zhuoyuan's domain, but she had to go to that remote area and be in it before she could operate it.

But first of all, it is not too late to say that it is not too late to do so, and Fan Zhuoyuan in the field can replace a certain part of Huangquan at will.

With the Meng Po in front of her, she couldn't distribute her clones along the entire Yellow Spring, which was the upper limit set by the great power in order to suppress her power.

In this way, she could only watch Fan Zhuoyuan successfully reach the other side and show herself a smug smile.

Facing the down-to-earth opponent after going ashore, Meng Po had no choice but to turn into a bridge in this position and looked at Fan Zhuoyuan from afar.

It was difficult to argue his emotions and thoughts under the bronze mask, Fan Zhuoyuan frowned slightly, and then fled away.

Watching Fan Zhuoyuan leave, Meng Po, who was standing on the Nai He Bridge, suddenly nodded as if talking to someone.

"Master, I have tested the strength of the people who have come over, and I have the strength to fully embody the dragon, surpassing the four holy beasts, and it is judged that it will be of great help to help you return from the earth realm......

understands that with the current situation of Yin Si, there is a chaotic war with the Western Hell, the two sides infiltrate each other, and the order is even more chaotic, Zhong Kui has been given the opportunity to move freely......

Okay, Zhong Kui will take over the contact with this person next, and I hope my lord will get out of trouble as soon as possible and recast the order of the underworld! ”

Fan Zhuoyuan, who didn't know about these circumstances, was summing up his blame at this time.

He acted too eagerly, and he could have slowed down for a while, even if he waited a day or two for the end of the Huangquan River Patrol before acting, he would not have a thrilling situation.

Of course, after finding a way to cross the river, that thrill was just thrilling, but his actions were indeed reckless.

At this time, the physical body is not there, and if the original spirit is damaged, it will be much more difficult to recover, so it is impossible to be too careful.

He didn't know how far away from the Yellow Spring, but after he went deep into the underworld, the sky was either black or red, full of cold chill.

There are also various plants in the underworld, but most of them exude a strong dead aura, and many of them are able to move, and even actively hunt for lonely souls.

Fan Zhuoyuan came here smuggling, and after he went ashore, he only saw a small number of ghosts, all of which were smuggled by smuggling methods like him.

These ghosts have some abilities, either inherited from their lifetime, or changed after death.

Otherwise, there is no ability, and bribery will not deter those insatiable and unruly boatmen.

Even so, there are many of them in this ghost crying forest as big as several Great Xing'an Mountains in front of them, devoured by various ghost-eating plants.

After the ghost dies, according to Meng Po, it will become a pure spiritual fetus, that is, a form of aura, and will naturally re-enter reincarnation when it returns to Yinsi.

Therefore, the deeper you go into the Ghost Crying Forest, the fewer lonely ghosts you will see.

Fan Zhuoyuan has also been attacked by many such plants, and they were all killed by him.

He is not like other ghosts, who intend to re-enter reincarnation with the thoughts and memories of his previous life, or simply to escape the war of the underworld.

So the opposite is the opposite, and the deeper and deeper.

"Legend has it that there are ten layers of hell, what should I do, which layer should I go to, so that I can enter the Western Hell by joining the power of a ghost king?"

Since there were no other ghosts around, Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't help but mutter.

In the dark forest, a voice suddenly came.

"You came to the underworld with all the difficulty, but you were looking for a way to go to the hell of the West? And what are you going there for? ”

Fan Zhuoyuan was taken aback, with his cultivation and spiritual sense at this time, he didn't even notice the existence of the other party in advance, which really surprised him, and hurriedly looked at the place where the voice came from.

But his vision was blocked by layers of dead wood, and the darkness in the distance was like a fog, which also obscured the spiritual probe, so that if he wanted to know who was speaking, he had to go there himself.

And the other party also sent out an invitation in a timely manner.

"Now Yin Si, all the big and small ghost kings, no matter what their strength, dare to proclaim themselves the kings of Hades, attack each other, and become a pot of porridge.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I have been living in seclusion here for decades, and it is rare to meet an interesting human being who has not died and entered the underworld. ”