When Yun Xiang saw that Jiang Ji was actually moved by Meng Po’s words, he was extremely anxious. He would never have thought that Jiang Ji, who had always been reliable in doing things, would actually lose his links at such a critical moment.

Although Jiang Ji's body was Gonggong's remnant soul, even if he drank this forgetful soup, he might not really lose his memory. However, at this time they were in the underworld. If Gonggong's remnant soul had a mutant change, he really didn't know what would happen.

Seeing that Jiang Ji seemed to have really been thinking about the bowl of Forgetful Soup in Meng Po's hand, he couldn't help but stop him and said, "Brother Jiang, don't listen to her. We will definitely have a way to help you eliminate the bad luck in the future, but if you drink this Forgetful Soup, it will only cause more trouble, and then everything will be over."

After hearing this, Jiang Ji finally looked away from the Forgetful Soup and looked at Yun Xiang, as if he was planning to reconsider the pros and cons of the matter.

Meng Po looked at Yun Xiang coldly and said to Jiang Ji again: "It turns out that you are called Jiang Ji. Jiang Ji. You have to remember that everyone has their own cause and effect, so you are the only one who bears these cause and effect. Even if others are willing to help you, they will be involved in vain and will not have any effect. Cutting off the cause and effect on yourself is not only helping you, but also helping the people around you."

When Jiang Ji heard this, he immediately remembered the fact that Yun Xiang had found the Broom Star Lord to help him clear away the bad luck, but was hurt by him. He immediately made up his mind and reached out to pick up the soup bowl.

As a result, Wuzhiqi, who has always followed Jiang Jima's head, couldn't help it and shouted angrily: "Master, don't listen to this old woman's nonsense. She is just a junior in the underworld. How can she have the ability to cut off cause and effect for you? Old woman, what is my master's identity? How could I drink your ghost soup? If you dare to say those nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude."

As he said that, he had already taken a step forward and grabbed Jiang Ji's sleeve with one hand, but his other hand had reached over to grab Meng Po's hand holding the soup bowl.

Seeing that Wuzhiqi dared to take action, Meng Po's face suddenly turned cold, and his body shook, and he could dodge Wuzhiqi's grab. At the same time, he gently flicked his other hand, and a faint blue aura shot out from his fingertips, and shot towards Wuzhiqi in his chest.

Wuzhiqi was fine, but he was shot directly by the breath. He felt his whole body stagnant, his soul trembled, and he could not move for a moment. He was hit by Meng Po's best soul-fixing curse.

Meng Po's cultivation level has already reached the stage of honoring the saint. If someone else had hit her this move, she might have been fixed by her. Unfortunately, Wuzhiqi was a master who survived in ancient times. Even if he left the water, he would not be easily controlled by others.

He glared at his eyes, the demonic power circulated all over his body, and suddenly shouted loudly, and the soul-fixing curse was driven out of his body. Then, his wrist flipped, and a ray of water-blue light shot out and shot towards the porcelain bowl.

Meng Po originally thought that the people in front of her were just ordinary ghosts, but she didn't expect that the other party was actually a hidden master. Unpredictable, she was hit by the blue light on the porcelain bowl. With a snap, the bowl was smashed to pieces, and the gray-brown soup inside splashed her and Jiang Ji's faces.

Jiang Ji was so excited by the hot soup that he woke up immediately. He looked at Wuzhiqi, who looked anxious on the side. He remembered the careful care of the other party over the years, and felt a little reluctant to leave. He quickly took two steps back and shook his head and said to Mengpo: "I won't drink it anymore."

But at this time, Meng Po had no time to care about Jiang Ji in front of her, but stared at Wuzhiqi with a serious look on her face and said coldly: "You are not an ordinary ghost! Who are you?"

Wuzhiqi was eager to protect his master, so he took two steps forward and protected Jiang Ji behind him, and said with a grin: "The old woman who doesn't know how to be alive and die, dares to deceive my master again and again. Today, I think I can't spare you."

Yun Xiang, who was standing by, saw Wuzhiqi taking action, knew that he was going to be in trouble. However, the two of them had a fight too quickly. He wanted to stop him but it was too late. At this time, the matter was not good. He had to go forward and show off and said, "Meng Po, our identity actually has nothing to do with you. We are here to deal with some trivial matters. We just hope that you can do something convenient for us and let us go. How about it?"

Meng Po slowly looked around everyone, her eyes were filled with a sudden look and said, "It turns out that you are not ghosts, but Yang people who used the water of the Styx to block the yang energy. Do you not know? There are strict orders in the underworld that are not allowed to enter the underworld. Those who violate the orders will be deducted at least their lifespan will be deducted, and those who are sent to hell will be punished. Xie Envoy, Fan, even if they do not understand the rules of the underworld, don't you both understand?"

After hearing this, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu frowned. The two looked at each other and heard Xie Bi'an say, "Meng Po, although these friends are from Yang, they are all friends from Heaven. They will leave if they do some trivial matters. Why do you have to force each other?"

Meng Po sneered, "The Bodhisattva of Netherworld often said that you have never had any rules in doing things in the Hall of Hell. Now you dare to openly lead Yang people into the underworld, which shows that what the Bodhisattva said is true."

Fan Wujiu couldn't help but shouted angrily: "The rules of the underworld have been broken by your Netherworld Bodhisattva long ago. How can you say that there are no rules in our King of Hell Palace?"

Meng Po said, "In any case, the rules that Yang people are not allowed to enter the underworld were set by the Netherworld Bodhisattva and the Ten Palaces of Yama. Now the facts are all there. After I take these people down, I will send them to Yamama to see what they have to say."

When Hei Bai Wuchang heard this, his face suddenly looked extremely ugly. Over the years, the Netherworld Bodhisattva has tried every means to make things difficult for the Ten Palaces of Yanjun. It was expected that Meng Po would take the opportunity to attack again, and it was really helpless.

"Take us down?" Wuzhiqi, who was standing beside him, suddenly laughed to the sky and said, "You are a mere junior, and you don't know how many years of practice, you dare to speak so wildly. Since you are so ungrateful, I don't think you can keep you today."

As he said that, he saw that his extremely huge palms had turned, and his blue light shining, and he slapped at Meng Po on his head.

Meng Po is a master of the cultivation level of the saint, so of course she would not be afraid of Wuzhiqi. She flashed back and forth like a ghost, and then she fought with Wuzhiqi.

Seeing that the matter was getting worse and worse, Yun Xiang felt helpless. However, Meng Po was so reluctant that he couldn't persuade Wu Zhiqi, who had always been rebellious, so he had to make up his mind to deal with Meng Po first, so that Lai would surrender her first.

After pondering for a moment, he first said to Heibai Wuchang: "Two brothers, please go to the bridge and drive away the ghosts first. Don't leave too many witnesses. Let's leave this Meng Po to us to deal with."

Hei and Bai Wuchang's cultivation is not high, and he really cannot intervene in such a battle. He can only say, "Well, then you should be careful. This Meng Po is deeply trusted by the Netherworld Bodhisattva. If he cannot surrender him, he will cause endless trouble for everyone."

After saying that, the two of them flew up and waved their mourning sticks to drive away the ghost Xie gathered at the bridge. Seeing that the situation had completely lost control, they could only try their best to control the impact of the matter. As for that Meng Po, they could only hope that Yu Yunxiang and the others could really deal with it.
Chapter completed!