Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 282 The reason why Meng Po soup is mixed with water...

"Please also ask Taoist friends to name..."

Ping Xin's voice was like a candle in the wind, as if it might disappear in the next moment.

"Shura."

"Let's call this last path the Shura Path."

Jie Yin said without hesitation.

On the other side, Styx was touched in his heart.

Somewhere in the dark, there was a great force blessing him, making him more consistent with this underworld.

"good."

After Ping Xin finished speaking, the last portal suddenly took shape.

At this moment, the power of transformation reached its peak.

Ping Xin's soul is quickly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, the pressure of a saint suddenly came!

A white jade hand penetrated the gap between heaven and earth, came out from the void, enveloped the world in all directions, resisted the entire world, and snatched the last ray of Pingxin's soul from reincarnation!

Nuwa takes action!

"Boom~"

Countless thunders danced wildly, and destructive energy fell from the sky.

The world is angry.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation became even more unstable, and the true spirit faintly overflowed, transforming into a piece of sea water again.

"amnesty!"

At this time, Jieyin also took action.

There was a hazy green light above the head, and a lotus jumped out.

The flowers bloomed at thirty-six levels, scattering billions of chaotic energy.

It is the rare treasure of chaos, the thirty-sixth grade Chaos Green Lotus.

In mythology, Pangu was born from the thirty-sixth grade Chaos Green Lotus!

I saw the green lotus rhizome extending into the void, taking root on the portal of reincarnation, blocking the last gap in reincarnation.

"You finally took action."

Jieyin looked at Nuwa with a smile and said in a relaxed tone.

He had sensed Nuwa's aura a long time ago, so he tried to persuade her to "please calm down" over and over again, hoping that Nuwa would make a decision.

This is really His compensation for this matter.

"Humph!"

Nuwa rolled her eyes at him and was too lazy to pay attention to the guy who had plotted against her.

Jie Yin was also wise enough not to fight against the fire anymore. In the end, Ping Xin will live or die, but it still depends on Nuwa's mood.

So, He turned around and began to make his arrangements.

The thirty-sixth grade chaotic green lotus sheds thousands of rays of light, like a bright sun, illuminating the underworld.

"The six paths of reincarnation have appeared, and the underworld will also be born."

After saying this, he activated the saint's laws and began to control and modify this world.

First, there is the gate of hell. The eight-hundred-mile Huangquan Road stretches into nothingness, and the flowers on the other side of the road are the first to bloom.

It takes a thousand years for flowers to bloom and a thousand years for flowers to fall.

There are no leaves in the flowers, and no flowers in the leaves.

Immediately afterwards, there is the Sansheng Stone reflecting the Three Lives and Three Worlds.

Then came the Wangxiang Terrace, the Wangchuan River, and the Naihe Bridge. He even thoughtfully set up a big pot.

Then, there are the ten major Yama halls, which have a general framework of ten halls of Yama, left and right judges, etc.

Finally, the eighteenth level of hell is all alone under the six paths of reincarnation, looking shabby.

Nuwa took a curious look, but found that it was so gray that even a saint like her couldn't see what was inside.

"You really have a plan in advance!"

She pouted, turned her head, and fiddled with the last bit of Ping Xin's soul.

He didn't even defend himself. Facts speak louder than words. His piece of yellow mud fell into his crotch. It was either that or that.

So, he waved his hand, and the thirty-sixth grade Chaos Green Lotus suddenly shook. Each two lotus petals merge into one, gathering the boundless ghostly energy, and after contacting the saint's law, a total of eighteen small worlds are transformed.

"The underworld is where good and evil are judged!"

"Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded! Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil deeds!"

"Everyone in the ancient world and the billions of Hengsha creatures who committed evil will return to the underworld after death and fall into the eighteenth level of hell. They will suffer all kinds of hardships and wash away their sins before they can be reincarnated again."

“One of the eighteen levels of hell is the tongue pulling hell:

Anyone alive who sows dissension, slanders and harms others, has a glib tongue, speaks cleverly, lies and deceives others...all will go to this prison! "

"The second is scissors hell..."

"The third is the Iron Tree Hell..."

……

"The eighteenth level of hell, saw hell..."

"Anyone who falls into the eighteenth level of hell will never be reincarnated!"

"Boom~"

With the majestic sound of the Holy Sound, the laws of the Netherworld were activated, and the rules suddenly became more complete!

A ray of fluctuation swept across the ancient world, and all living beings felt it in their centers, and they all trembled suddenly!

On the other side, Nuwa's movements just stopped.

In the Qiankun Cauldron, the last trace of Ping Xin's soul was put into Po Meng's divine body.

The two have the same origin, and now they are easily integrated.

Immediately afterwards, Nuwa took action again, taking a ray of Tao Transformation power left in the reincarnation, and punched it into a chaotic rock, refining it to look like a stone bowl.

"From today on, there will be no peace in reincarnation, only Po Meng."

"I allow you to monitor the six paths of reincarnation for me, cook Meng Po soup, and let the true spirit of the past drink it to dissolve all past events."

"Mother Meng, wake up quickly!"

Nuwa lowered her finger and Meng Po faintly woke up.

He was confused for just a moment, and then he quickly woke up, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

"Meng Po thanks the saint so much."

She saluted Nuwa.

Jie Yin looked at this scene. The focus was not on Nuwa and Po Meng, but on the stone bowl:

"Sure enough, the further you go to the back of Meng Po soup, the more "water" it becomes."

He blocked the last gap in reincarnation with the roots of the Thirty-Sixth Grade Chaos Green Lotus, but it was only blocking, not filling.

Therefore, this power of transformation still exists.

The meaning of its existence is to remove the memory and emotional power of the true spirit, or it can be called: innate energy, so as to slowly complete the reincarnation.

And every time the reincarnation is completed a little, the power of transformation will correspondingly weaken until it is completely ineffective.

This is why, in today's era, even after the reincarnation of the innate divine beings, they cannot leave memories. They can only understand their past lives after returning from contact with the great road.

In later generations, a Daluo, a Taiyi, or even an immortal could solve the mystery of the womb and reincarnate with memories.

Meng Po soup is getting watery...

"Brother, I think it's better for me to return to the Blood Sea first."

Styx sneaked up behind Jieyin and spoke cautiously.

There is no way, He knows too much today.

Witch clan, reincarnation, six paths, eighteen levels of hell...

He can know all of this, but he can’t know it in such detail!

These are all deadly things!

Even if his true spirit merges into the sea of ​​blood and claims that the sea of ​​blood never dries up and the river of Styx never dies, he is still a little scared.

What if, after knowing too much, the sea of ​​blood dries up?

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Styx. Although this guy is a cheat, at least he won't cheat his teammates "easily"."

Nuwa's voice came faintly.

When Ming He looked up, he saw her looking at him with a half-smile, as if she had seen through everything:

"My fellow Taoist's treatment is not comparable to that of my brother or even the saint Zhunti."

Somehow, when Styx heard these words, he felt like his true spirit was trembling.

"Okay, keep your heart in your stomach. If I want to harm you, why do I need to wait until now?"

Jie Yin glared at Styx, always feeling like he had "raised" him crookedly.

Shouldn't the Ancestor of Styx be murderous, unruly, defiant to the sky and the earth, and not even bow his head to a saint?

What kind of thing did you encounter?

(End of this chapter)