Prehistoric Humanity Supreme for Online Game

Chapter 191: Po Meng

"The hand of fate, is there really such a power in the dark?"

Suddenly, this feeling disappeared in an instant. Qin Nan frowned, carefully pondering and recollecting the strange feeling just now. ..

The whole world is like a river running from west to east. All creatures are fish in this river. They always swim in the direction of the current, follow the current, seem to be swimming freely, but In fact, everything is pushed by the current.

And Qin Nan felt this way now. He was also a fish in the river. Suddenly, he didn't know how, he suddenly jumped out of the water, and the moment he jumped out of the water, he was condescending and found I learned the secrets of the entire river, and saw the direction of the river and the driving force of the river.

However, it was only for a moment. When Qin Nan wanted to see where the river came from and where it was going, he fell from the surface of the river into the water again. The surrounding area was vast and muddy. Clearly, he can't see anything anymore.

"Master, what's the matter with you? Hurry up, old pig, I will help you use the technique of change to become the ghost of the witch race."

Zhu Bajie saw Qin Nan staying in a daze for a while, and hurriedly pushed him, and then struck him with a change technique, Qin Nan's figure began to change, and finally became the appearance of a ghost after that, not bad at all.

"Forget it, it's not a time to think about such a profound problem. It's important to sneak into the underworld."

Qin Nan shook his head and put the strange thoughts behind him. Then, together with Zhu Bajie, he carefully looked around and found that there was nothing unusual, and the other ghosts of the Witch Clan did not notice. With the changes here, he walked directly through the gate of the underworld with a swagger.

Hh hh...

Several invisible rays of light flashed down, scanning Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie like a scanner, but they were blocked by the two dark golden rays of light emerging from them.

Qin Nan knew that all objects entering and leaving the gates of the underworld would be scanned in this way. If they were ghosts, they would inspire memories and let them understand their past and present lives, and understand their merits and demerits. It will take a while for Yama to be sentenced before they can understand. . But if it’s a living creature, it’s really bad. If it’s not for the protection of the ranks of Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie, the body will be forcibly bombarded by the gate of the underworld, leaving nothing but the soul like others. Ghosts entered the Netherworld Palace.

Therefore, even if a mortal touches the gate of the underworld for a lifetime, once he enters the underworld, he will live and die, and there will be no possibility of repaying the sun.

"Wow! This Netherworld Mansion is different from the Netherworld Realm. I don't think the old pig is cold around me, and it seems that someone is staring at me from behind at any time. Master, there is something wrong here, I think we should go quickly!"

As soon as Zhu Bajie entered this Netherworld Palace, he felt something was wrong, and Qin Nan did the same. It was like sitting on pins and felt. As expected, the place where the dead is not comfortable for the strangers. Even though Qin Nan and the others were protected by the power of their ranks, they still felt awkward and unable to operate their spiritual consciousness.

"Go! Go in again, Ba Jie, don't worry, we have the protection of the rank power, what are we afraid of?"

Qin Nan shook the eight sun-shooting arrows on his body and gained courage, and stepped in with Zhu Bajie.

Sorrowful and howl, in the entire Netherworld Palace, Qin Nan couldn't see the sky, nor could he step on the ground. People walking on it seemed to be suspended in the air, surrounded by various spirits and ghosts, exactly like they were Same as a grocery store.

But fortunately, Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie had rank powers in them, which made these ghosts think that they were real ghosts, so they all stayed away and didn't dare to approach them.

"Huh! What should I do? Since the emperor died, the Netherworld Life and Death Book and the Judge's Pen are unknown, all souls cannot be reincarnated, and the accumulation of souls in our underworld is increasing."

"That's right! Ten Temple Yama is happy and leisurely, but we suffer from the ghosts underneath us, and we must drive these souls to come and go every day, and we must not rest."

"I'm tired of this kind of life, but I heard that Yama of the Ten Temples is not idle, and is building the **** of our Netherworld Palace. It is said that in order to accommodate these souls, there are a total of 18 floors, each of which is boundless. Accommodating hundreds of millions of souls, you won't be afraid that these souls will be crowded here, and we won't have to rush over..."

Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie listened carefully, but they heard a lot of secrets about the conversations between the ghosts and ghosts of the witch family.

"Ten Temple Yama, 18 hells...this..."

Regarding the legend of the Netherworld, Qin Nan’s impressions came from the mythical TV series "Journey to the West" he watched. He had a deep memory of the Yama King and the eighteen layers of hell, but the monkey entered the Netherworld and was torn apart. The life and death book, the judge's pen was broken, but Qin Nan laughed it off. Even if he wanted to come to the grandson, no matter how supernatural, he could easily destroy the life and death book and the judge's pen that was blessed by a higher-level power?

"Master, this is too horrible! Who on earth is the Yama of the Ten Halls of the Nether Underworld? He actually wants to build eighteen layers of **** in an attempt to imprison the souls of prehistoric creatures. It is terrible..."

Zhu Bajie thought more deeply than Qin Nan, knowing that the ten halls of the Yamas built the eighteen hells of the underworld, and certainly not just to contain these souls.

"Well! There must be a hidden secret in this, maybe it involves a big secret."

The moment Qin Nan just heard the "eighteen layers of hell", many terrifying pictures appeared in Qin Nan's mind, cutting his tongue, going up the mountain of knives, going down the pan...

All kinds of torture flashed in Qin Nan's mind. These were all Qin Nan's hearings about the eighteenth hell.

"If the Ten Temple Yama really wants these eighteen layers of **** to contain the soul, why do they need so many punishments? There must be a great strangeness in this."

Qin Nan also felt that it was not simple, so he winked at Zhu Bajie, and said, "Let's sneak into the depths of the underworld to see what the eighteen layers of **** are."

"it is good!"

Zhu Bajie came in for so long and nothing happened. Seeing that there was no danger, he was bolder at this moment. In addition to his curiosity about the eighteen layers of hell, he fumbled with Qin Nan all the way, traversed countless souls, and went to the ten From eight levels of hell.

"Meng Po soup, take a sip, forget Hong Chen..."

With gurgling water and long screaming, Qin Nan was attracted by a strange sound, and Zhu Bajie followed this sound to find the past, and saw a spring in the distance with an invisible head and invisible tail, running across the entire Netherworld. Above this spring, there is a miniature stone arch bridge, which is very delicate and small. On the stone arch bridge, there is an old woman with a turban on her head and a broken porcelain bowl in her hand, shouting with her mouth full.

"This... is Meng Po Tang, that old woman is Meng Po?"

Qin Nan immediately remembered the legendary Meng Po soup, which can make people forget all kinds of Meng Po soup when he was alive. Then he looked at the spring water. At first glance, it was crystal clear and very clear, but he looked at it again. At that time, it revealed a mysterious and mysterious yellow.

"This spring is the yellow spring?"

In an instant, Qin Nan understood that those souls who arrived in the underworld would have to come to this Huangquan and drink a sip of Mengpo soup before they were reincarnated in the six reincarnations.

"Master, my old pig sees that something is wrong with the old woman. Why doesn't she have any power fluctuations in her body, as if she is a mortal. However, if she is really a mortal, how could it be possible to gain a foothold in this netherworld? Here, there are souls everywhere in this mansion. Is it possible that her Mengpo soup is still not for ghosts?"

Zhu Bajie looked surprised, and the facts are true. Anyone who sees such a peaceful old lady holding a broken porcelain bowl in this ghostly underworld filled with ghosts and screaming Meng Po soup will feel that Very weird.

"Yes! Bajie, you are right this time, she really made this Mengpo soup for ghosts."

Qin Nan smiled, pointed in the direction of Meng Po, and then told him about the role and allusions of Meng Po Tang.

"With just such a bowl of Meng Po soup, can people forget their past and present lives? My old pig doesn't believe it, Master, let's go, let's go and take a look..."

When he came to Meng Po, Qin Nan was not surprised to see that Meng Po soup. He held the Meng Po soup in his hands and approached the two of them, saying: "A bowl of Meng Po soup will dissipate all previous lives. Let's have a bowl! Let's have a bowl!"

"Meng Po, we are not here to drink your Meng Po soup, we are here to ask something!"

Qin Nan gently pushed away Po Meng's broken porcelain bowl, and said thinly at the hollow eyes of Po Meng.

"Meng Po Tang, Meng Po Tang..."

However, Po Meng didn't seem to hear Qin Nan talking at all, and she kept talking to herself there.

"Hey! Old lady, my master is talking to you! Why don't you seem to see it..."

When Zhu Bajie saw that Po Meng was so ignorant of her master, he didn't care that she had previously felt that Po Meng was unpredictable. With a paw forward, she was about to catch Po Meng.

"Bajie, slow down, don't be rude."

Seeing that Zhu Bajie was about to move rough, Qin Nan hurriedly stopped, and whispered to Bajie, "Dead pig, don't mess around. You don't know her true identity, otherwise you will not be so bold."

"A stinky old lady, what's the true identity? My old pig is also a big Luo Jinxian anyway, so I can still be afraid that she will fail?"

Zhu Bajie had a look of disdain, thinking that Hou Yi, the highest cultivation base in this Netherworld Palace, was dead. Even the ten great Yamas were only the great witch's cultivation base, which was comparable to his Zhu Bajie, although he might not have beaten him. They, but they are not afraid.

"Do you know what turns into six reincarnations? "She" is actually her..."

Qin Nan didn't call his name either, and said to Zhu Bajie in a whisper. However, Zhu Bajie suddenly understood, with a look of surprise, covering his mouth, and asking Qin Nan inconceivably, "Master, are you saying that she is the ancestral witch Houtu?"

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