Because the true fire of the sun is the unique ability of the Jinwu clan, it is not the same as the great day of Buddhism.

"How do you want me to help you?"

Jiang Wenming didn't know what Meng Po was thinking, and what he was worried about now was what would happen if those dead souls broke in.

"Whoever crosses the line, kill!"

Meng Po's tone was cold, and she did not hide her killing intent.

"So many dead souls killed?"

Jiang Wenming was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.

"That's right, as long as you dare to cross the line without permission, there will be no mercy!"

Meng Po said, not forgetting to manipulate the human-faced vine to attack those revenant souls in front.

"You're not kidding, are you? With so many dead souls, if they are really killed, even saints will have to suffer karma, are you a fool to me? ”

Jiang Wenming's tone was displeased.

Although he caused the disaster, he was willing to help clean up the mess, but it didn't mean that he was willing to be a fool.

Such a big cause and effect, whoever loves to touch it will get it.

"You listen to me, I said that you should kill them, not to let you scatter their souls, but to scatter their souls. In fact, even if you really want to beat them to death, you can't do it. ”

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Wenming was confused.

"These souls all ran out of the eighteenth layer of hell, even if you kill them all, they will only return to the eighteenth layer of hell, and they will not really die at all, if you don't believe it, you can see if there are traces of torture on their bodies."

Meng Po knew that Jiang Wenming had misunderstood what she meant, so she explained.

"The evil spirits that escaped from the eighteen layers of hell? So what are they doing here? ”

"Ahead is the Soul Cliff, they want to be reincarnated."

“……”

Jiang Wenming wanted to complain, he was in such a hurry to be reincarnated, but suddenly thought of something.

Meng Po is now seriously injured, which means that if these evil ghosts really cross the Nai He Bridge, they are likely to be reincarnated with their memories.

These are all evil ghosts of the eighteenth layer of hell, and if they are reincarnated with memories, God knows what will happen.

Not everyone can willingly accept the punishment of the eighteen layers of hell and change their ways, just like black and white impermanence.

It is very likely that these evil ghosts will hold a grudge because of the punishment, after all, after so many years of torture, it is not said that they can let go.

Once these demons are reincarnated with their memories, it will be an unprecedented disaster.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wenming's expression also began to become solemn.

These demons must not be allowed to pass.

However, he didn't dare to believe Meng Po's words, after all, the other party was now a human-faced vine, and he didn't know if what the other party said was true.

If it was to deceive him, he would have killed so many souls stupidly, and when the time came, it would be difficult for him not to fall.

In order to verify Meng Po's words, Jiang Wenming chose the most advanced revenant, and with a flick of his fingers, a ball of sun true fire was bounced out by him.

Flames fell on the revenant, instantly burning it to ashes.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Wenming saw a phantom flying out of the location of the revenant, flying straight towards the eighteenth layer of hell.

"It's true?"

Jiang Wenming was a little surprised.

It seems that Meng Po really didn't lie to him, these dead souls are indeed from the eighteenth layer of hell.

In that case, he has no scruples.

A layer of solar fire burned around the body, directly blocking the Nai He Bridge.

The scorching heat made these souls afraid to come closer, and they retreated one after another.

When Meng Po saw this scene, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The current crisis is temporarily resolved.

"Meng Po, when will the enchantment be restored?"

Jiang Wenming turned around and asked.

"I'm going to have to wait for the flowers on the other side to grow again."

"And when will the flowers grow?"

"It will take about five hundred years."

Meng Po thought about it seriously and replied.

“…… Rub, are you kidding me? ”

Jiang Wenming broke the defense in an instant.

What is the concept of 500 years?

The sea has changed a lot outside.

Let him stand here for five hundred years?

"I'm never joking."

Meng Po was very dissatisfied with Jiang Wenming's tone.

"I'd rather you're joking with me, five hundred years, I don't know what the chaos is like outside, I can't wait that long, at most one day, you can't think of a way, then I'll leave, how do they love."

Jiang Wenming's own affairs have not been done yet, how can he have the time to stay here with her for five hundred years.

"You destroyed the sea of flowers on the other side, shouldn't you be responsible for it?"

Meng Po was a little displeased.

"I didn't know it was an enchantment, three days, three days at most, you hurry up and think of a way, by the way, don't you have that ecstasy soup? Wouldn't it be nice to feed them? ”

Jiang Wenming was a little lacking in confidence when he said this.

"The ecstasy soup needs to be boiled by the flowers on the other side, and now the flowers on the other side have been destroyed by you, where can I get the ecstasy soup?"

The more Meng Po said, the more angry she became, the good sea of flowers is here, you have to burn it all, even if you leave a little.

"Could it be that in the entire underworld, there are only flowers here on the other side?"

Jiang Wenming asked a little unwillingly.

"That's not ......"

"Where?"

When Jiang Wenming heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is a sea of flowers on the shore of the bitter sea, but it is just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that the Bodhisattva who was originally sitting there is now possessed by an evil demon, and if you go over, it is very likely that your life will be in danger."

Meng Po hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Jizo King Bodhisattva is possessed by evil spirits?"

Jiang Wenming was stunned.

"That's right, if he hadn't been possessed by demons, the underworld wouldn't have fallen to where it is now."

Meng Po sighed, her tone full of helplessness.

The Bodhisattva who once guarded the shore of the bitter sea to transform evil ghosts has now become the most terrifying evil ghost in the underworld, which has to be said to be an irony.

"The Dharma of the King of the Earth is profound, although he does not have a Buddha position, but his own strength is not weaker than those ancient Buddhas, how can he be entered by evil demons?"

Jiang Wenming couldn't figure it out, this big guy is one of the few great powers in Buddhism, and he once made a grand wish, and he will not become a Buddha if hell is not empty.

He's been doing this for years.

Now Meng Po suddenly told herself that this powerful Bodhisattva was possessed by an evil demon, who could accept this?

"I don't know exactly what happened, but it's true that he was possessed by demons, and the six great Yin Marshals of the Difu are currently in the Sea of Suffering with countless Yin soldiers and ghosts, and I don't know if they have suppressed him."

Meng Po's tone was full of worry.

"Are you saying that all the Yin soldiers and ghosts are in the sea of misery now? Or is it suppressing the Jizo King Bodhisattva? ”

Meng Po's words made Jiang Wenming stunned.

"Really, are you going?"

Meng Po asked rhetorically.

"Go! Gotta go! ”