The Familiar Souls surged up and down like a tide, their abilities were so weak that it was difficult to do much damage to these Yang Cultivators.

Even if it is the souls of cultivators like Xiang Zhiwen, their strength is only relative to other souls, and they are not comparable to monks, and their only advantage is that they are outnumbered.

This is a very fragmented scene, every day there are millions of familiar souls lining up to rush to the Nai He Bridge to pursue their new lives; But there are also tens of thousands of souls who are unwilling to lose their past, and do their best to break the barrier that seems to never be broken.

Everyone does not interfere with each other and goes their own way.

Hou Yu really wanted to mix in that group of fighting souls and sneak up to do two tricks, but he knew that it was inappropriate, it was unfair to these brave souls, it was not fair to the Taoists, and it was not fair to the Trumen who brought him, and it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He had a gut feeling that if he did something today, he might not be helping these indomitable souls, but harming them.

He believed in his realization.

As the spirits moved, he was involuntarily engulfed in it, and gradually approached the Nai He Bridge; In this process, it was a coincidence that he was squeezed into a position very close to a Taoist, and this Taoist was Huiyuan Daoist who had always been very unkind to the sword vein.

He was completely sure that if he struck a blow, he would be able to turn this guy from a yang soul to a yin soul, as if a devil in his heart had been instigating him: make a move, no one will know......

…… Hui Yuandao had a warning in his heart, he didn't understand why he felt like this here, it was very undeserved, but in such a chaotic scene, the application of divine consciousness was greatly reduced, and he couldn't tell where the danger came from.

This feeling passed away in a flash, and with the surging tide of souls, wave after wave, that feeling of danger gradually disappeared, and he knew that there must be some soul or person who killed him in the soul group?

However, under the special circumstances, he couldn't find any clues, and he couldn't guess, because the distorted face and body could no longer see the original appearance.

…… Hou Yu missed the best opportunity to make a move, but he did not regret it, he defeated his demons and refused the urge to kill created for him in the surrounding environment, which was not easy.

He tried to go back, but found that he had no way back, as if a force was pushing him; This is the rule of the bridge, and when you get on this bridge, you can't go back.

As a yang soul, most of the rules of the underworld have no effect on him, but in the special place of Nai He Bridge, the power of the rules is extremely huge, because this is the transit node of reincarnation, and it is a place where there is no room for loss, so there is the constraint of the reincarnation avenue in the prohibition, to put it simply, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one.

There are two treasures in the underworld, the book of life and death, and the bridge, which supports most of the operation of the underworld.

He doesn't have to worry about it, the rules are the rules, and since he is a reincarnated person, it is impossible for him to have fundamental side effects, which is also part of the rules.

People are not dead yet, try the taste of Meng Po soup first, which is also good.

When I didn't get on the bridge, I felt that the speed of these familiar souls crossing the bridge was very slow, but when I got on the bridge, I felt that the speed was actually very fast, after all, there would be nearly a million people here every day.

After that, a bowl of soup, drank, disappeared...... In front is Huangquan Road, and then there is the Ghost Gate, and passing through the Ghost Gate Pass is a new journey of life.

Soon it was his turn, from the time he got on the bridge to the time he came to Meng Po, it seemed that there was only a few breaths, this was an old woman with a face full of folds, her face was full of kindness, and there was a peculiar contagion, under her smile, everyone would not hesitate to drink the soup she handed over with her own hands, as if it was a liquid of elixir and jade.

But when it was Hou Yu's turn, she not only handed over a bowl of soup, but also opened her mouth very rarely,

"Young man, this is the soup I specially made for you, drink it slowly, whether it tastes good or not, don't vomit it."

Hou Yu beat a drum in his heart, but it didn't prevent him from really drinking the soup in one sip; His movements are slower than those of other familiar souls, but it does not affect the passage of those familiar souls, this is not only a bridge, but also an innate spirit treasure, and Meng Po is the instrument spirit of the innate spirit treasure.

All this, if you don't walk on the Nai He Bridge, you will never understand; Only in this way can a small bridge cross millions of people every day without chaos.

Although it was the first time in his life to meet, he could intuitively feel the kindness of the old woman in front of him, which was a little strange to say, but it was his intuition.

"Mother-in-law, who is so bold to drink the soup and dare to spit it out?"

Meng Po smiled, "I am also a sword-bearer, I think the old woman's soup is not delicious, pick and choose, I want to drink seafood soup, tomato and egg soup...... There was a lot of, but I drank soup and went on a roller coaster, and I vomited everywhere! ”

Hou Yu was a little speechless, and he didn't know which senior of the Quanzhen Sect was acting so chic and uninhibited?

Meng Po looked at him with a smile and drank the soup, "Drinking soup is a must, swallow slowly...... Well, how does it taste? ”

Hou Yu smacked her lips and held the bowl, "It's Hu spicy soup, it warms the stomach, has a long aftertaste, and is a good soup!" ”

Meng Po smiled and couldn't see her mouth, "Of course it's a good soup, I live in the south of the river, no spicy and no joy, another bowl?" ”

Hou Yu respectfully brought it over, and Meng Po gave him a bowl again, "Drink slowly, I added a lot of ingredients, the children's spiritual strength is extraordinary, but it is complicated, frivolous, in the long run, it is difficult to make an inch, it is better to drink the soup and take a bath in the Lechuan River, I think there will be some changes?" ”

Hou Yu said respectfully: "Given by the elders, I dare not resign." ”

After drinking three bowls in a row, a warm air is born from the inside, a very special feeling; I was about to jump over the railing and jump into the river, when I suddenly remembered something, rode on the railing and turned back and asked:

"Mother-in-law, I don't know which sword cultivator senior spit out your soup?"

Meng Po's cloudy eyes rounded, as if she was recalling something, "It's what you all really taught, but I don't dare to say his name, well, it's been thousands of years, and I have forgotten what he looks like...... Forget the good, forget the good, some people remember too clearly and get into trouble......"

Hou Yu's heart moved, thousands of years old? That was still before the revival of the splendid spiritual machine, so in this case, it could only be the two ancestors of the sword vein, or the surname Mu? Or is it a surname stone?

For a while, he couldn't figure out the relationship behind this, so he threw himself into the dark and gloomy Lechuan River, and in the extremely chaotic reincarnation scene, no one noticed that there was such a person who couldn't think of it.

(End of chapter)