Chapter 4836 A bowl of Mengpo soup, the front edge can be forgotten......
Chapter 4836: A bowl of Meng Po soup can forget all the past...
Wow!!
The terrifying suction force was like a storm sweeping through nine days, dragging Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er into a long passage at an extremely fast speed!
Ye Wuque's whole body's energy exploded fiercely, and the huge physical power was like Optimus Prime bombarding all directions, fighting against it.
Earth-shattering roars continued to sound in the void from all directions. How terrifying was Ye Wuque's current attack?
However, there is still nothing that can be done about this terrifying suction force!
Then Ye Wuque stopped resisting and chose to go with the flow. He just stabilized his figure, his eyes were like daggers, and the power of his soul spilled out in all directions, and he also supported the painting Ke'er on the side.
The pulling of the terrifying suction force instantly pulled Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er out of the passage and rushed forward. Under the vision of his soul, Ye Wuque suddenly saw a dim and chaotic world appearing in front of him, covering everything and filled with endless
black mist.
Tear!
The terrifying suction force was like the moment it came into contact with this chaotic world, Ye Wuque suddenly felt a repulsive force burst out, pushing himself into the chaotic world!
Then, the terrifying suction power disappeared!
Ye Wuque's figure immediately began to fall, and there was an extremely strong black mist in all directions. As he arrived, it began to disorder and squirm at a very fast speed, exuding an indescribable ancient and mysterious feeling.
The fighting spirit of the holy way surged out, and Ye Wuque's body suddenly lit up with golden light, illuminating all directions!
But the strange thing is that this chaotic world seems to have indescribable power and controls everything, as if it has formulated all the rules, making Ye Wuque unable to fly at all and standing in the sky.
It can only float a little bit and fall slowly.
During this process, the black mist continued to surge and wrap around Ye Wuque, as if he was being washed in it.
Ye Wuque did not detect any danger from the black mist, but as he walked through it, he felt as if he was in another world, as if what was falling was not the direction, but the long years.
Until a certain moment, the black mist suddenly slowly became thinner, and the bottom of Ye Wuque suddenly lit up slightly.
The black mist suddenly split open!
Ye Wuque's figure fell from it and hit the ground.
Turn over and land firmly.
After a few breaths, Huapi Keer also landed here with a pale face.
Ye Wuque looked at this place, his eyes had slightly narrowed, the Holy Path fighting energy in his body surged rapidly, he was on alert, ready to unleash all his fighting power at any time!
He was sucked into the headless giant corpse by that terrifying suction force, that is, inside the Immortal Burial. Everything happened too suddenly, and it was not out of his original wish.
In addition, Nangong Jian's crazy demon was in front, and he encountered something in this immortal burial, so Ye Wuque was on full alert at this moment.
"This seems to be a... dry river bank?"
Ye Wuque frowned slightly, having recognized this place. She raised her head and looked at the sky, but there was no black mist at all, only a pitch-black night.
Above the night sky, a crescent moon hangs high, but it is... miserable green!
The miserable green crescent moon!
The light shines in all directions and is filled with green, which is very eye-catching.
The place where it stood was uneven, and the dark ground gradually became clearer under the pale green moonlight.
Hua Pi Ke'er on the side suddenly let out a muffled grunt and stepped backwards. His pale face was filled with panic, and his feet had nowhere to rest!
Because at this moment, under her feet, countless faces appeared on the uneven ground!
Those faces were all pale white with different expressions.
All kinds of strange faces seemed to be inlaid on the earth, as if they were staring at Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er.
Ye Wuque also narrowed his eyes.
Because the entire dry river bank is densely covered with countless weird faces, looking down at them, the visual impact is too great.
Ouch!
At this moment, gusts of cold wind suddenly blew up from all directions, like a ghost whimpering, with a hint of coldness to the bone.
The green crescent moon in the sky.
There are countless ghost faces on the ground.
The dark wind gusts like a ghost howling!
Hell is nothing more than this.
Ye Wuque's spiritual power had already spread, but he felt a boundless nothingness.
And he could tell that this was not an illusion.
"Is this the Immortal Burial?"
Ye Wuque looked at Hua Pi Ke'er.
Huapi Keer's face was pale at the moment, but after hearing Ye Wuque's inquiry, he immediately said in a tone of voice: "Master, I, I don't know either..."
"But Master, I feel an uneasiness! A strong uneasiness! It's as if there is some terrible danger approaching us!"
Hua Pi Ke'er's words made Ye Wuque's eyes flash slightly.
Wow!
Suddenly, the roar of a river suddenly came from far to near. In the distance ahead, an endless turbid river appeared at some point, with endless waves rising and falling.
Ye Wuque's eyes became captivating.
There was no such turbid river in this strange world before. There were only dry riverbanks in the distance, but now it appeared inexplicably!
The river bank is covered by the turbid river, as if it has always been here.
Wow!
The cold wind blows, bringing with it a strange feeling of the end of life and death, which makes people feel cold all over and makes their scalp numb.
On the turbid river, I saw a small boat drifting leisurely with the current.
The boat was very dilapidated and looked gray-black.
Swirling, as if coming with the wind, slowly approaching Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er.
The next moment, a sad and strange ancient song sounded.
"A tear of lovesickness...
"Two dollars of life and death tears..."
"Three bowls of tears of regret..."
"Four cups without tears..."
"Five inches of mourning tears..."
"Tears are falling like rain, crying for the dead, how joyful is life, how painful is death..."
"On the banks of the Forgotten River, life and death are separated, Yin and Yang are separated, all are helpless..."
The song rippled, and the boat approached, and finally came to the shore, floating quietly.
On the boat, in front of a pair of oars, an old woman was hunched over. She was wearing black clothes and a black hat. She looked at Ye Wuque and Huapi Keer with a pair of muddy and sad eyes, and slowly opened her mouth.
A weird smile.
"You two, since you're already here, why don't you get on the boat?"
The voice of the old woman in black had a faint weirdness to it. At first glance, it sounded like she was seventy or eighty years old, but it also had a bit of a girlish voice mixed in with it.
Ye Wuque's face was expressionless, but his bright eyes were as deep as knives. He stared at the old woman in black without saying a word.
"You, you are..."
Here, Hua Pi Ke'er was staring at the old woman in black, as if she vaguely recognized something, and her expression began to turn into fear and disbelief!
"The poor girl was already dead, but she stayed in the world and suffered again. Alas, it's so painful..."
The withered palms of the old woman in black suddenly reached forward gently, and she didn't know when she was holding a bowl of soup in each hand!
Black bowl, black soup!
But if you look closely, the black soup seems to be filled with endless crystal colors, as if it is filled with all the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy in the world.
"Drink this bowl of soup and put an end to the past."
The old woman in black sighed.
“Mengpo soup!!”
"You are...Mother Meng!!"
“This is the Lethe River!!”
Hua Pi Ke'er's voice revealed a hint of unbelievable panic, and was extremely sharp and high-pitched. At the same time, her expression began to twist, and she held her head in her hands, with endless pain on her face, as if she had recalled something.
"well......"
"Good boy, drink this bowl of soup and you will no longer suffer..."
The old woman in black, that is, Po Meng sighed softly again.
Her voice seemed to be filled with a kind of magic power. Huapi Ke'er, who was originally in great pain, suddenly became quiet. She looked at Po Meng, her eyes slowly became blurred, and she slowly walked towards Po Meng.
Finally arriving at the side of the boat, Hua Pi Ke'er took a bowl of Meng Po soup, stared blankly at the bowl of soup, and subconsciously murmured: "You will forget after drinking it, and you will feel better after drinking it..."
..."
"A bowl of Meng Po soup will make you forget all about it..."
Hua Pi Ke'er just drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then her eyes became more and more blurred, and she walked onto the boat unconsciously.
Po Meng's eyes turned, her strange and vicissitudes of eyes looked at the remaining Ye Wuque, she also raised the remaining bowl of soup, grinned and said: "Young man, it's your turn..."
Ye Wuque remained expressionless. After hearing Po Meng's voice, he finally said calmly: "If you don't drink soup, can't you get on the boat?"
"certainly."
Po Meng sighed softly, and then looked at Ye Wuque with a hint of pity in her eyes.
"Only the undead who drink the soup can temporarily seal the resentment in the body and freeze everything, so that they can safely cross the Wangchuan River and reach the other side. Otherwise, the endless resentful spirits in the Wangchuan River will launch a desperate attack, which is worse than death.
A horrific experience that was countless times more painful.”
Po Meng seemed to be patiently explaining to Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.
The pity in the eyes of Po Meng, who had been staring at Ye Wuque, became stronger, and then she sighed softly: "Young man, it seems that you have not accepted what has happened."