"Boom—"

The thunder roared again, piercing the sky, and then, after the thunder and lightning, the rain slowly fell on the earth, through the shadows, irrigating the entire realm shrouded in night.

"Meng Po...... Meng Po ......"

In the weak waters, the dead air is turbulent, a group of ghosts gather, behind the black black, a ghostly girl with a little red stamen, silver hair and a shawl, is boiling a pot of pale red soup, directing the phantom butterflies in the sky, constantly distributing them to the hands of every yin ghost.

"Meng Po...... Meng Po ......"

Maybe it's a thousand, maybe it's 10,000, in the process of Meng Qi cooking soup day after day to attract ghosts, in her ears, the title of "Meng Po" keeps ringing.

One voice, again and again, as if with some kind of willingness, this was originally a nonsense name, but inexplicably, among the ghosts who went to the weak waters, it was widely spread.

Hmmm-

"Two hundred and ninety-ninth times."

After the previous batch of Yin Ghosts escaped into the barrier of the underworld, another wave of luck entered her eyebrows.

And as the number of times increased, the luck became stronger, and Meng Qi, who was originally pale, began to gradually turn rosy. Not only that, but the vermilion seal in the shape of the "stamen on the other side" above the center of the eyebrows is also becoming more and more bright red.

"Lord Goddess, the number of Yin Ghosts in the Soul Suppression Array is about to exceed the tolerance of the formation, if the Yin Soul is forced into it, there is a high risk that the array will burst."

The phantom butterfly flapped its wings, and a subtle sound came from the mouth of the phantom butterfly next to Meng Qi's ears, and the message conveyed in it made Meng Qi's movements pause slightly.

"Won't you be able to do any of them?"

"Not a single one."

Hearing Xiao Bao's last affirmative words, Meng Qi nodded lightly, looking at the few Yin Ghosts in front of him who were already slightly commotion, Meng Qi's brows couldn't help but furrow deeply.

"Xiaobao, in a while, if you don't want to cooperate, you can directly manipulate the Phantom Demon Butterfly to make them leave the weak waters."

Leaving weak waters?

Under the weak water river, hearing Meng Qi's instructions, Xiao Bao couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Prior to this, in order to prevent some uncooperative Yin ghosts from affecting Li Muyu's "soul-attracting plan", they had to be forcibly suppressed in the soul-suppressing array. However, this time, Meng Qi didn't seem to care anymore, and actually let Xiaobao take the initiative to manipulate the Phantom Demon Butterfly to release those hysterical yin ghosts, which was obviously quite different from Meng Qi's previous behavior, and it was likely to affect the yin ghosts who were going to enter the weak waters in the future.

"Lady Goddess, do you really want to let them go? What should I do with those yin ghosts in the ghost array? ”

"You don't need to pay attention to the yin ghosts in the ghost suppression array, as long as you follow what I said, release those yin ghosts who have entered the weak waters in advance before they completely lose their minds."

"Yes."

Finally confirmed Meng Qi's instructions, Xiaobao no longer questioned it, but cooperated with Ah Man and Niu Rui to observe the movements of the Yin ghosts through the perspective of the phantom butterflies on the shore, and then according to Meng Qi's instructions, those more restless Yin Ghosts were directly sent out of the weak waters.

Hmmm-

Suddenly, a flash of red light, from the direction of the Nameless Sea, once again a wave of red luck surged in, through the vast fog, and submerged into the more and more bright red stamen vermilion seal in Meng Qimei's heart.

"It's the hundredth time."

Qi luck turned into shape, merit condensed, and in Meng Qi's sea of knowledge, she could clearly feel a red bead the size of a grain of rice.

When this bead was condensed and formed, immediately afterward, a large amount of information would squeeze into Meng Qi's mind, making her a small ghost cultivator who had only cultivated to the Qi cultivation period, and suddenly, inexplicably had a lot more inheritance. Even the seals of the Three Yin Bodies were all unlocked the moment she got the inheritance.

"This is the immortal that only the Yin God of the Underworld can condense......"

The action of holding the soup in his hand was still carried out in an orderly manner, but at this time, in Meng Qi's heart, there was a constant wave of emotions. Wave after wave, her heart, which had always been cold, became hotter and hotter.

"Divine Monarch ......"

As the Immortal Ge became more and more condensed, the memory of the magic power inheritance in his brain became clearer and clearer, and Meng Qi's gratitude to Li Muyu became stronger and stronger.

"Even if Meng Qi is a cow and a horse in this life, it will be difficult to repay one-thousandth of the kindness of the Divine Monarch."

The murmur in the mouth, the fire in the heart, between a peck and a drink, are all kindness and debts, and the shackles of the heart.

……

Heavenly Court, Immortal Descending Array.

"Hum—"

There was darkness in front of him, and the sound in his ears rang, and after Li Muyu jumped down the immortal array with the Ziyang Divine Monarch and the Hades King, the familiar and annoying voice sounded in his ears again.

It was as if there were thousands of bees flapping their wings in their ears at the same time, and their ears were full of buzzing sounds.

But this time, unlike the previous pain of physically and mentally pulling the soul and tearing apart, after forming the Demon Pill, the influence of the aura disorder in the Immortal Descending Array could no longer affect Li Muyu in the slightest. It's just that the roaring sound in my ears is still annoying.

"Bang-"

Even though Li Muyu had already prepared, after the endless darkness, the light without warning still made his eyes sting for a moment, but only for a moment, his eyes were clear, and Li Muyu quickly regained his sight.

"Let's go."

Without dragging his feet, the Purple Sun Divine Monarch was still the extremely cold appearance, looked at Li Muyu beside him, and then turned his gaze to the Hades King behind the two, his gaze was cold, even if his eyes were covered with black veils, it still made the Hades King who was being targeted feel uncomfortable.

"Humph!"

Passing over the two, the Hades snorted coldly and strode forward directly, while behind him was followed by the awakened Stygian Wind.

"Keep up with me."

Seeing that the Hades King was walking away, the Purple Sun Divine Monarch turned his head and gave an order in the direction of Li Muyu, and then he also took steps and moved forward in the direction of the weak waters.

"Boom—"

Under the sunny clear clouds, a huge dark cloud shrouded the weak waters. Li Muyu and the others only walked forward for a while, and then completely broke away from the scope of the day and entered the "night".

At this time, the dark clouds covered the sun, lightning and thunder, but the raindrops that fell on the ground were sparse and not majestic, like a slender hand gently brushing the hair, gently caressing every inch of land in the weak waters.

"Sure enough, it was a vision."

The Hades King, who took the lead in stepping forward, felt more clearly the extremely majestic power of creation in the dark clouds, thunder and lightning. Not only that, but every drop of rain that falls on the weak water contains an extremely rich vitality, constantly washing the soil infected by the Yin Soul Death, and also blocking the scorching sunlight for the Yin Soul around the weak water.

"That's not right!"

Just as the distance between Hades and the weak waters was getting shorter and shorter, suddenly, an extremely strong sense of strangeness suddenly rose from his heart.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"