Immortal and Demon Cultivation

As Axiang Taoist's nine-character mantra was uttered, countless strange and whirling words began to condense at the mouth of the bowl of Zhenhunshang, forming a high-speed rotating vortex.

"receive!"

With a loud shout, countless Yin spirits were bound by a mysterious force from the dark river and cold spring, and were sucked madly into the huge black bowl of soul-suppressing souls. It was so densely packed that I don’t know how many Yin spirits were sucked in in an instant. Go in.

Ye Xiaochuan and others were stunned. It was conservatively estimated that at least tens of thousands of Yin spirits were swallowed up by the black gathering bowl in an instant.

The devouring did not end, more Yin spirits came from all directions. They either wanted to enter Zhenhunshang on their own, or were dragged in by Zhenhunshang's mysterious power.

The place where the Nine Yins gathered turned into eighteen levels of hell. Countless ghosts and ghosts were howling, roaring, and struggling, but they were unable to break free from the shackles of the mysterious power. They turned into green light and were sucked in. into the black bowl.

Although Zhenhunshang is a rare treasure of the Maoshan sect of the Taoist sect in the past, it comes from the underworld and is designed to defeat ghosts, evil spirits, and monsters.

Although Tianshi Tao has inherited a small amount of Maoshan sect's spells and magic weapons, they have not passed down the method of how to activate Duanhunshang. Even the founder of Tianshi Tao has no idea that this big black bowl is Duanhunshang. Axiang's voice sounded slowly and said: "There are six rare treasures in the underworld, which fell into the world when the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pool was reversed 160,000 years ago. They are the Reincarnation Disk, the Blood Soul Essence, the Soul-eating Rod, and the Soul-Capturing Bell. , the soul-suppressing weapon, and the undead treasure armor. Among these six rare treasures from the underworld, the reincarnation disk connects the six reincarnation pools. Shang's Yin power is the strongest, followed by the power of soul-eating and soul-stirring. The Undead Treasure Armor is just a defensive armor and has no combat power at all. The ability to suppress souls is not inferior to that of blood souls at all. Miss Qin, you have no idea. I'm afraid you have always thought that this soul-suppressing thing is an ordinary thing.

Collect ghost magic weapons. "

No one doubted Axiang's words, because everyone was so shocked by the soul-suppressing power of the soul at this moment that they couldn't close their mouths.

Countless Yin spirits gathered in the Nine Yin Land are still being absorbed into Soul-Suppressing Soul in a steady stream. I don’t know how many Yin spirits that big black bowl can absorb. It can almost absorb all the millions of Yin spirits here. Absorbed completely.

Axiang has this idea.

But some people disagreed.

The boiling cold pool suddenly exploded with a water column, and then the huge cold pool began to rotate clockwise, forming a huge deep pool vortex, like the Eye of Return to Ruins in the South China Sea.

An extremely terrifying Yin evil force spurted out from the vortex of the cold pool. With a strange loud roar, countless Yin spirits bound by the mysterious power suddenly regained their freedom and fled in panic.

Everyone was shocked.

Miss Axiang, who was controlling the soul in mid-air, her eyes behind the veil suddenly became extremely solemn.

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice, like a hungry ghost chewing bones, slowly sounded in the underground world.

"One wave can't go away, and another wave comes. Hey, all things are born, and all living beings are equal. Little girl, can you give these ghosts a way to live? Why bother to kill them all..."

The voice spoke very slowly and deeply, but there was an undeniable firmness to it.

She was not discussing with Axiang, but ordering Axiang to let go of these ghosts.

Axiang caught the spinning Zhenhunshang and said: "What a powerful soul, who are you?"

The sound, like gravel rubbing against each other, slowly sounded again: "Nai He's soul is on the Nai He Bridge, thinking about the past and the birth of Nai He. Even I don't know who the old woman is."

Ye Xiaochuan and the others all looked suspicious. Fairy Liuyun, who often came here, was also suspicious. Even she didn't know that there was a mysterious person hiding here.

However, Axiang's expression became more solemn.

She said slowly: "The road is Naihe on the Naihe Bridge. Right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone. I meet Po Meng by the Wangxiang Terrace... We meet again."

"Oh, we've met before?"

"That's right. You have dealt with my ancestors. If I hadn't declared my family status back then, I would have died in your hands. Do you still remember?"

The voice was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Are you a descendant of Mu Chuzi?" Axiang said, "Yes. I didn't expect that Mrs. Fan, who was busy with everything, still remembered Mu Chuzi back then. If it weren't for you and Mu Chuzi back then, If we fight each other and let her Yin Qi enter her body during pregnancy, my Mu family will not live such a miserable life.

I don't have much memory, but I know that you, Mrs. Fan, are the life and death enemy of my Mu family! "

"Mrs. Fan?"

Baili Yuan asked Fairy Liuyun in a low voice, "Aunt Miao, who is this Mrs. Fan? I remember Mu Chuzi was a person who lived in the world more than 20,000 years ago. This Mrs. Fan lived for more than 20,000 years?"

Fairy Liuyun shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know either. To be honest, she is more surprised than anyone else now. There is someone else in the place where Gui Xuanzong has controlled the gathering of Nine Yin for more than 800 years?

Even Fairy Liuyun didn't know who Mrs. Fan was, and no one else knew who this mysterious Mrs. Fan was.

However, there is one exception.

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes at this moment, and his mouth was open enough to fit an ostrich egg.

This expression has been formed since Axiang said those four lines of poetry.

He already knew who the owner of this mysterious voice was.

Bailiyuan turned around and saw Ye Xiaochuan's frightened expression at this moment.

said: "Boy, why are your eyes so big? Do you know who this Madam Fan is?"

Ye Xiaochuan held his chin with his hand and closed his mouth, but the fear in his eyes was hard to eliminate.

He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in succession, looked at the whirling cold pond vortex, and said: "Why, you don't know who she is? Didn't Miss Xiang say it just now?"

Bai Liyuan said: "Did A Xiang say it? She only said Madam Fan, and she didn't hear it."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "On the Naihe Bridge, right and wrong don't cross the Wangchuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Three Lives Stone, and Meng Po will meet at the Wangxiang Terrace... These last two words should be her name."

"The last two words? Meng Po?"

The expressions of the crowd changed again in an instant, but they were not surprised, but unbelief.

Meng Po is just a character in the myths and legends of the world. On the Naihe Bridge, she gave a mouthful of Meng Po soup to the passing ghosts, so that the ghosts would forget their past and present lives.

It's just a myth, how could it really exist? Qin Fanzhen said: "A Xiang clearly called her Madam Fan, how could it be the legendary Meng Po? Even if it is Meng Po, she should be called Madam Meng."