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Chapter 843 The Gift of the Dead

This seemingly simple path was in front of Xu Ming, but anyone with an exquisite mind could see that the murderous intent contained in it was not just these three palms.

You know, if Meng Po, who is guarding the bluestone bridge, only made such a simple request.

Then there would not be so many human-shaped stalagmites at the head of the Qingshi Bridge from ancient times to the present. The invisible pressure on the old woman in front of her who was always hunched over and squinting her eyes made Xu Ming not dare to relax easily.

Different from the previous black-faced ghost king, Meng Po, who also bears the title of ghost king, seems to be more restrained.

But the same thing she tried to hide must be extremely dangerous and terrifying.

Xu Ming looked back at the stalagmites on the side of the bridge behind him, and the Wangchuan River was quietly flowing past his ears all day long.

Although he is not a person from the underworld, he can still see countless unjust souls floating and struggling in the muddy Wangchuan River with his naked eyes. They are constantly struggling in the Wangchuan River, but they can't stop the river from taking them far away. .

Granny Meng's narrowed eyes were always watching Xu Ming's every move. When she noticed that Xu Ming's gaze was attracted by the Wangchuan River, she spoke slowly in a cold and hoarse voice.

"Old woman, I have met all kinds of people in my life. Some people would not forget their memories even after drinking the bowl of soup in my old woman's hands. They would rather jump off the bridge of Naihe to protect what they cherish to the death."

"It has been floating in the waters of the Forgotten River for hundreds of years and thousands of years, with no end in sight."

"In the eyes of the old woman, this is stupid, completely stupid, and stupidly strong"

"For the obsession of this life, you actually gave up the happy life of the next few lives. This really makes me take a high look at you self-proclaimed ruthless cultivators."

After all, Meng Po's eyes reflected a palpitating coldness.

But Xu Ming who heard the words spoke.

"Senior, you are wrong."

Ok?
Hearing this, Po Meng frowned, and then looked at Xu Ming with a face like dead tree bark with a half-smile.

As the Ghost King, every step she takes will naturally not be useless. She has stood in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years and has seen the bleakness of the world. It would be difficult to describe it with the words of "Meng Po". The greatness of.

Even though her eyes seemed a little cloudy and squinted, every word she spoke was directly aimed at people's hearts.

Everyone who came here was shaken uncontrollably, as the saying goes, she won't fight and kill recklessly like the black-faced ghost king.

With her long and sharp tongue, she made many talented people with heroic ambitions sink into the sand.

The three palm strikes that I promised before are completely nonsense, and the really powerful move is the following word for word.

Every sentence was like a sharp knife stabbing Xu Ming's heart, and it was also an attempt to shake his Dao heart.

But today, Po Meng's wishful thinking was in vain, and Xu Ming's firmness of heart was simply beyond Po Meng's imagination.

She was always observing the changes in the expression in Xu Ming's eyes, but what disappointed her was that Xu Ming's eyes from beginning to end were unprecedentedly firm and indomitable.

"Senior, it's useless to talk too much, if you want to fight, then fight, otherwise no one can stop me."

"Hmph, you rude junior, I really think that this Nine Nether Yellow Springs is just what you say."

"If that's the case, then I'll take the old lady's three palms."

After all, Meng Po's original cloudy eyes also changed suddenly, and the Wangchuan River flowing under the Qingshi Bridge suddenly shook.

The pressure also turned into a storm and headed straight for Xu Ming's face. This first palm was so powerful.

One can imagine how frightening the two palms after that were.

When it was too late and then too soon, Po Meng gently pushed forward with her palms.

It seemed like a breeze blowing against his face, but Xu Ming's eyes shrank suddenly in an instant.

The terrifying power hit Xu Ming's body in an instant, and this strange feeling also made Xu Ming feel unstoppable at the moment of the collision.

However, after the Heaven-refining Art of Creation in his body ran violently, the yin energy that invaded Xu Ming's lungs along his meridians disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Under the tempering of the Heavenly Creation Art, the originally fatal Yin Qi was tempered into the purest Spiritual Qi and merged into Xu Ming himself.

And the remaining strength was completely blocked by Xu Ming's tyrannical body that had been tempered countless times, and this first palm resisted without any danger.

Seeing this, Po Meng couldn't help but show some appreciation in her eyes. Xu Ming blocked his first palm in such a straightforward manner. In addition to being a reflection of his own strength, it also showed his incomparable power. Tough heart.

"Good boy, the old lady is optimistic about this second slap."

boom!
This time, Xu Ming's stature that he wanted to maintain was completely lost, and his flustered upside down was enough to illustrate the power of Granny Meng's second palm.

However, Xu Ming abruptly grabbed the stone slab under his feet with his hands while flying backwards, and forcibly stabilized his figure.

But with only three steps left, he was about to be completely blown out of the Qingshi bridge, but Xu Ming also forcibly stabilized his figure with a burst of ruthlessness.

But even so, the surging energy and blood in his body almost blurted out.

But the moment he just got up, Granny Meng didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the third palm struck.

Seeing this, Xu Ming also forcibly took a breath and then punched with the burning blood in his body.

The fists were fierce, and they collided with his fists and palms with a monstrous momentum and an indomitable state of mind.

ah! ! !

The violent eruption of the gangster also urges the Wangchuan River around the Qingshi Bridge to surge up like a turbulent current, and countless innocent souls are completely invisible under the monstrous air waves.

But the moment they disappeared, the look in their eyes was clearly one of unprecedented relief.

They can finally return to the world with their memories, and they can be regarded as dead without regret.

Before disappearing, the soul power that had been stored in the body of these wronged souls for thousands of years also turned into soft light and sank into Xu Ming's eyebrows.

Leaving aside the surging qi and blood in his body for the time being, an unprecedented feeling of empowerment also greatly improved Xu Ming's soul.

It seems that the fuzzy veil that originally covered the eyes has disappeared because of this. Whether it is the way of the sword, the way of the knife or even the original way of space, there are faint signs of breakthroughs when they were originally stuck in a bottleneck.

The bottlenecks that had originally held him back now began to crumble as if the ice and snow were melting.

This kind of opportunity, which can be called an epiphany, also caught Xu Ming off guard.

(End of this chapter)