"Hey, you can actually find the Sanguang Divine Water?" The black-robed man who was wandering in Huangquan sensed the changes in Wuzhuangguan, and couldn't help but be surprised, but he didn't take it to heart, after all, it was just an idle chess piece that he arranged casually. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking on Huangquan Road, passing through the Ghost Gate, and seeing an ancient stone bridge connecting the underworld from a distance, and going deep into reincarnation, the black-robed man couldn't help but be a little curious, after all, there was no underworld back then.

When I approached the bridge, I saw a mother-in-law sitting on a small bench, boiling a pot of fragrant tea. The black-robed man ignored it, and was about to step on the Nai He Bridge to take a look.

When the mother-in-law saw someone coming, she only scooped a bowl of tea into the pot, handed it over and said, "Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, the past is only for Yunyan!"

The black-robed man ignored the old woman, and was about to step on the Nai He Bridge, but he didn't want to, and as soon as he saw a flower, the old woman appeared in front of him again, blocked the bridge, handed over a bowl of soup, and said the same thing, "Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, the past is only for Yunyan!"

"En?" The strange appearance of the old woman attracted the attention of the black-robed man, and he looked up and down, but saw that his figure was rickety, old, old, old, and his eyes were blank, just an obsession, that is, to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup for everyone who wanted to walk on the Nai He Bridge.

But this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that this old woman who seems to be able to hang up at any time, the black-robed person actually can't sense her cultivation, this surprise is not trivial, "Okay, good, sure enough, it is a talented person from the country, I didn't expect that there is such a master as you in the underworld, who is Your Excellency?"

However, in the face of the black-robed man's questioning, Meng Po didn't seem to hear it, so she only handed over the bowl of fragrant tea again, and still said: "Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, the past is only for Yunyan!" So many times, but the fragrant tea was cold, and Meng Po had no other words except for handing the tea and those few words.

"Hehe, I just like the feeling of a hard mouth. Seeing Meng Po ignoring herself like this, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed man, "Since you don't say it, then I'll see it myself." ”

As he spoke, the black-robed man stretched out his right hand and grabbed it from afar, and in an instant, the demon clouds rolled and condensed into a big hand, crystal clear, like jade, with thin and slender roots. Grabbed the Baihui acupoint on the top of Meng Po's head, and there was a whirlpool in the palm of his hand, which made people feel out of his body at a glance.

"Daoyou is too much. Meng Po finally couldn't be indifferent, looking at the big hand that was about to fall, not sad or happy, as soon as she looked up, six whirlpools appeared above her head out of thin air, and the big hand fell, but it seemed to fall into the quagmire, was torn a little bit, fell into the whirlpool, re-crushed into aura, and dissipated in the air.

"As soon as the Taoist friends have discordant thoughts, they search for souls and refine their souls, but they are not on the right path. Meng Po looked at the black-robed man lightly.

"The right way, what is the right way, Xuanmen, Buddhism?" the black-robed man smiled coldly, "The ancestral witch inheritance Pangu can be said to be the right way, what is the result? The right way? The winner is the king, the loser is the king, whoever wins is the right way." ”

Meng Po pondered for a while, shook her head and said, "Whether it's the righteous way or the evil way, it has nothing to do with the old woman, I'm just a soup for the souls of the dead." ”

When she saw Meng Po hearing about the Wu clan, her expression was slightly strange, and the black-robed man's heart moved, and he had a plan.

"Is it? The Wu clan has nothing to do with you?" the black-robed man smiled, "I think that back then, the demon palm of the sky, the witch palm land, the eight desolations and six harmony, I was the only one, that is, the saints had to retreat, and now they dare not walk in the desolate land, they can only retreat in the underworld, and the desolate and treacherous place like Beiju Luzhou will survive, as for the future, it will really be cut off, and the glory of Pangu will no longer be remembered, if Pangu knows that his bloodline finally fell to this fate, I don't know if he will regret opening the sky." ”

"With Pingxin Niangniang, the Wu clan will not be destroyed. Halfway through, Meng Po's somewhat hoarse voice rang out.

"It's possible. The black-robed man nodded in agreement, "It's a pity that it's no longer the Pangu bloodline that fights the heavens and the earth, and no one is afraid." ”

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked for the first time the origin of the black-robed man.

"I won't say who I am, but who are you?" the black-robed man said with a smile, "Is it the ancestral witch queen who fights the heavens and the earth, or the selfless peace of the Grand Duke, or the walking corpse Meng Po." ”

"Does it matter?" said Meng Po in a low voice, as if talking to herself.

"It may not be important to you, but it is important to me, to many people, to the Wicans. The black-robed man replied affirmatively.

Meng Po didn't speak, she raised her eyes, a pair of eyes, as if she had crossed time and space, saw the Wu clan in the underworld, turned into a shadow, no one is a ghost or a ghost, saw the Beiju Luzhou, the Wu clan who was still breathing, saw the degradation of the bloodline, and saw the ......

After a long time, Meng Po let out a long sigh and said, "Is it useful even if it is the ancestral witch descendant?"

"Yes. When the black-robed man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said categorically, "If it is the ancestral witch descendant, she will not watch the witch clan fall like this, and will try her best to restore the glory of the past." ”

"It's a pity that manpower is sometimes exhausted, and it is difficult to support the sky alone. Meng Po shook her head and sighed.

"Hmph, things are man-made, if you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will understand. For Meng Po to be so negative, the black-robed man couldn't help but snort coldly, "Besides, you are not fighting alone, you must know that since the opening of the sky, you have had a bad life, and it is not only your Wu clan who wants to rise up." ”

"Including you?" Meng Po asked.

"Not bad. The black-robed man nodded.

"Then you can tell me who you really are now. Meng Po asked.

"Hehe, Pangu is my mortal enemy, Dao Buddha is my opponent, blood stains the wilderness, and thousands of living beings have achieved catastrophes. The black-robed man laughed, "Who do you say I am?"

Meng Po thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered someone, and said in disbelief, "Aren't you dead?"

"Death?" the black-robed man pursed his lips and said arrogantly, "I don't want to die, who can let me die." ”

Meng Po is not an ordinary person after all, she took a deep breath to suppress the surprise in her heart, ignored the arrogance of the black-robed man, or shook her head and said, "Things are people, time changes, such a world is not what it was back then, even if you are added, it is impossible." ”

"As I said, it's not just you, it's not just me, it's all the races that have fallen since the beginning of the world. The black-robed man smiled, "What do you think of the two saints, the five holy beasts, plus you and me, and the heavenly court?"

"That's a big deal. Meng Po couldn't help but be shocked by the black-robed man's generosity, "What do you want to do?"

"Reverse time and space, reverse the original, everything from the beginning. The black-robed man said casually, but it was like thunder when it fell on Meng Po's ears.