There are many troubles in the former world, and there is no return at the end of the Lechuan River.

Ren Qinglian noticed being peeped at, turned her head to look, and saw the old woman standing under the Wangxiang platform.

Gray hair, a serene face. On the banks of the Lethe River, which is filled with sulfur rancidity, it seems so out of place, but it makes people feel a little relieved for no reason.

Not far away, Meng Po was still serving a bowl of soup to the ghosts who were about to be reincarnated, and she had a strange momentum on her body, which could make this messy scene orderly.

Ren Qinglian's gaze swept over the two Meng Po's bodies, slightly surprised.

This Meng Po's identity is obviously another mystery, but who is the other party and why he stops to look at him.

At this moment, the surrounding water suddenly roared loudly, and the waves of yellow spring water in the sky overturned towards him.

Before she could think about it, Ren Qinglian let out a long roar, her palms flipped over, and the shadows of her palms formed a light curtain to block these waves of yellow spring water.

As soon as the thought moved, the collapsed waves began to coalesce into two balls of water above his hands.

The boat under his feet was unharmed and continued to drift with the current.

It's just that the monstrous ghosts around it have been replaced by a huge skeleton monster with wings ready to fly.

Ren Qinglian's eyes sank slightly: "Did the King of the Earth Treasure Bodhisattva send you over?"

"Since you know, let's go to Jiuhua Mountain with this seat!" The skeleton monster smiled strangely, and stretched out his hand to grab Ren Qinglian.

Ren Qinglian's eyes were cold, and the two water balls in her hand exploded into the sky, rolling out a huge wall of water of ten zhang, and slammed down on the skeleton monster with the momentum of horror!

The water of the yellow spring dispels bones and breaks the soul, and the momentum is majestic.

The skeleton monster let out a low roar in its throat, kicked its feet hard, and spread its bony wings on its back, and countless bone arrows shot out, shattering the wall of water.

Ren Qinglian's eyes were dark, and the poison of the spirit descended on the skeleton monster's mind, causing the flying skeleton's movements to stagnate.

Taking advantage of this kung fu, Ren Qinglian came out with a sword, and Zhang Xu's blood flame seemed to ignite the entire long river, and a puff of fire exploded, and countless evil souls and ghosts were used as fuel for this blood flame sword gang.

A sword came west and severed a pair of Skeleton Monster's wings.

A flash of fire burned the skeleton's bones.

But at this moment, a burst of Buddhist Zen sound spread.

The skeleton monster's body seemed to be repainted with blood-colored paint, dense golden runes emerged, and in an instant, the broken bone wings grew again, and the burned bones began to shimmer again with a faint ash light.

In the cold silence, the skeleton monster of "Nirvana Rebirth" walked towards Ren Qinglian with heavy steps.

On the long river, bang, bang, bang, and low footsteps seemed to step on Ren Qinglian's heartstrings.

"Roar!" the skeleton roared, its wings flapping and its fists stirring the cold wind.

Every blow is like a collapse of the sky and the sea.

Ren Qinglian's sword qi shattered, and she subconsciously attracted this monstrous river to sweep away.

But as the Skeleton Monster's fist fell, the water curtain shattered again.

Ren Qinglian saw that this skeleton monster was not afraid of blood flames, and used the ice spirit cold flame, manipulating the water of the Yellow Spring to condense into several icemen to encircle and suppress this skeleton monster.

For a while, blood-yellow ice chips flew around, and many of them had burst into the distant lookout platform.

The Meng Po standing by the river finally made a move.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, an earthy yellow light shot out.

In a frenzy, the skeleton monster swung its fist at the light.

With a bang, it exploded into countless earthy yellow ripples.

These ripples converged in mid-air to form a huge net, flickering with thousands of dazzling yellow lights, entangled the skeleton monster to death.

After a long time, the flying skeleton finally calmed down from its furious state.

Finding that it was Meng Po who made a move, she tightened slightly, and said with her hands: "I have seen Venerable, this person is the master of my family......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Meng Po suddenly spoke: "Since this person has come to Wangxiang Terrace, whether he is alive or dead, on the Mirror Stage, he has his own decision, so he will not work for Master Dizang!"

The flying skeleton was unwilling, and saw that Meng Po stretched out his hand and pointed, and the Lechuan River under the skeleton monster's feet made a loud bang, the waves splashed, and a huge whirlpool was formed.

"Your Holiness, you ......"

The skeleton monster was shocked in his heart, and couldn't figure out why Meng Po, who had never asked about the world, would act for a human kid today.

Halfway through speaking, the growing suction force in the whirlpool was that he could no longer resist it, and with a muffled snort, he was pulled into it.

All the way upside down, in an instant, this flying skeleton has returned to the eighteenth layer of hell, looking at Jiuhua Mountain not far away, secretly complaining, hard-headed to go back to restore his life, needless to say.

Ren Qinglian walked against the water, came to Meng Po, and bowed down to thank her: "Thank you mother-in-law for saving your life!"

After speaking, he secretly glanced at the old woman who was distributing Meng Po soup to the ghosts in the distance.

"Don't think about it, she's just an incarnation of what I had with Meng Jiangnu back then!" said the Meng Po in front of her, her figure changed for a while, and she had become a young woman wearing a shawl, a collared coat, and cloud-toed shoes.

"Houtu Niangniang ......" Ren Qinglian has seen the statue of the Houtu god enshrined in the temple, although there are some differences in appearance, but this costume cannot be faked.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me. There seemed to be a force in the woman's voice that was difficult to refuse, Ren Qinglian nodded subconsciously and followed.

A layer of white mist appeared on the Lechuan River, but the two of them walked on the ground, stepping on the river and disappearing into the mist.

Soon, Ren Qinglian found that the surrounding scenery had changed, and she had come to a wonderful place where the sea of clouds was churning, with flowers and trees, birds and flowers, which were more immortal than any place he had ever seen in the earth fairy world.

"'Thousands of miles of smoke and dust, look at the hometown platform up. If he were an ordinary man, the clouds under this cliff would disperse by themselves, so that he could see his loved ones. Houtu said suddenly.

Ren Qinglian's heart tightened, and she said in her heart: "Could it be that she discovered the fact that she crossed over?"

It was between the surprises that a nine-wing hall had appeared in front of him, with eaves and arches, exquisitely warped.

In the hall, there was a woman wearing a crown sitting on the dan, which was vaguely similar to the back Tu Niang in front of her.

Seeing Houtu bring Ren Qinglian in, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Why does Niangniang have time to come to my Peace Hall today!"

"Daoyou said and laughed, Houtu is peace, peace is Houtu, you and I are one!"

It turned out that during the primeval flood, the ancestral witch queen turned into a reincarnation, and only then did he have this netherworld. It's a pity that once a good thought arrives, the land will not be a witch.

The ancestor of the earth disappeared from then on, but after all, this move was a great merit, and the true spirit of the earth was immortal, and the cultivation quickly reached the realm of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal with the help of merit.

However, the true spirit of the Wu clan is fused with the physical body, and although this true spirit of the Houtu has achieved the Mixed Yuan Dao, it has been trapped in this netherworld since then.

The obsession in the true spirit sticks to the heart of the ancestor and the witch and turns into this Pingxin Temple, which is the current Pingxin Niangniang; the good thoughts in the true spirit feel the prayers of the world, which is the Houtu Niangniang worshiped in the mortal world; and the evil thoughts in the true spirit feel the things that cherish Meng Jiangnu, which is turned into Meng Po.

It's just that there are very few people who know this kind of secret, and these two people don't explain, Ren Qinglian can only stand there in a daze and speculate, but at least one thing is certain, whether it is Pingxin Niangniang, Houtu Niangniang, or even Meng Po on Wangxiang Terrace, in fact, they are just the embodiment of a person.

At this moment, then Tu Niangniang suddenly pointed at Ren Qinglian and smiled: "What do Daoyou think of him?"