Resurrection of spiritual energy: the identity of the master of horizontal training is exposed

Qin Yang retorted.

Merit?

King Yan Luo looked down and found that because there were too many words on the first page, the column of merit was squeezed to the second page.

"Hmph, such a crime, what kind of merit do you expect from you?"

Yan Luowang snorted coldly and turned over, ready to make Qin Yang die completely.

As a result, he turned over and looked, and the whole person was dumbfounded again.

"More than 60 billion merits?"

Yan Luowang subconsciously shouted after reading it.

This is fucking unreasonable!

60 billion merits, how many people can be saved to have so many merits.

Suddenly, King Yan Luo frowned, raised his head to look directly at Qin Yang, and said in a deep voice, "You are not an ordinary person, who the hell are you?"

Originally, Qin Yang thought that he would be able to grow up for a while, but he didn't expect to be exposed at the first level.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"Magic knife!"

Qin Yang slashed open a crack and got into it. He disappeared in front of King Yama in the blink of an eye. It seemed that he had practiced countless times.

After a while, King Yan Luo realized that someone was about to break into the underworld.

Soon, news about someone breaking into the underworld spread throughout the underworld.

Many people started searching.

After all, this is the land of the six realms of reincarnation, and it would be a big deal if it was destroyed by someone with a heart.

At this time, Qin Yang looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

His eyes were blood red, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Is this a sea of ​​blood?"

Qin Yang looked down and found that there was a boundless sea of ​​learning under his feet.

In the Underworld, only Patriarch Styx's Dojo looks like this.

However, at this moment, many tentacles suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​blood and attacked Qin Yang.

With a wave of Qin Yang's magic knife, all the tentacles were cut off directly.

And this move may have angered the sea of ​​blood, only to see blood-colored bubbles rising from the sea of ​​blood.

The bubble burst, and figures appeared one after another.

Qin Yang directly opened his eyes to look.

【Name】: Blood God Son

【Race】: Blood God Bizi

[Cultivation base]: Level [-] (True Wonderland)

Wonderland?

Qin Yang looked around and found that the number of blood god sons was increasing continuously. Before long, hundreds of blood god sons appeared in front of him, and they were still hatching.

Originally, Qin Yang would be very happy to come to one or two real fairylands, but why come so many in one go.

"It's really bad luck!"

With a wave of Qin Yang's magic knife, a crack was opened and he slipped in again.

Chapter 342

"It should be fine this time."

When Qin Yang reappeared from the crack, he thought that he should not be so unlucky. . . . . . .

After all, there is one and two, there should not be over and over again.

However, what he didn't know was that sometimes misfortunes never come singly.

Qin Yang looked around and found that there were a group of ordinary ghosts around him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is no major problem.

Just as Fen Qing was about to leave, a voice rang in his ear

"Young man, let's have a bowl of Mengpo soup."

An old voice appeared near him.

After hearing this voice, Qin Yang froze instantly.Only then did I realize that I seemed to be standing on a stone bridge, and looking down along the stone bridge, I saw a river full of struggling people, terrifying and weird.

"Young man, let's have a bowl of Mengpo soup."

At this time, the old voice sounded again.

Qin Yang looked back and saw an old woman in plain clothes standing behind a wooden cart.

On top of the wooden cart, there were also many clean bowls and a pot of steaming soup.

"Here, have some soup."

The old woman stretched out her old and withered hands tremblingly in front of Qin Yang.

At this moment, the hairs all over Qin Yang's body stood on end, his heart was pounding, and even the sweat glands that had been closed for a long time leaked a little bit of sweat.

A deadly sense of crisis rose in his heart.

But he didn't dare to move, because he had a feeling that if he moved, he couldn't get away.

"Well... I'm not thirsty, can I stop drinking?"

Qin Yang said with a bitter face.

At first he thought his luck was good enough, but he didn't expect it to be worse every time. Now he would rather face the group of blood gods in the blood sea than face this existence in front of him. Po Meng wants to be strong.

Because, in the legend, Meng Po is the master of the six realms of reincarnation and the incarnation of Empress Houtu.

Who is Empress Houtu?

Although Houtu Niangniang may not be as good as those top bosses.

But in terms of strength, it is almost the same as Nuwa's first-class.

The cultivation base of a sage, coupled with her status as the master of the six realms of reincarnation, allowed her to be on the same level as Patriarch Hongjun.

After all, like ancestor Hongjun, he is the existence of the master of the world.Thinking of this, Qin Yang opened his eyes to confirm.

【Name】: Houtu

[Race]: Innate Spirit

【Repair】: Unknown

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it, the feeling is not the incarnation, but the body of Houtu.

And what is this unknown cultivation?

Could it be that Empress Empress is not a saint, or maybe even above a saint?

"Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Houtu said in a flat voice.

"If you don't drink, I won't drink if you kill me."

Qin Yang shook his head frantically.

If it was ordinary Mengpo soup, he felt that he might still be able to withstand it and not be eroded by his memory, but it was delivered by Empress Houtu herself, so he couldn't guarantee it. The power of a saint is extraordinary.

If I really drink it, I am afraid that I will really run to reincarnate.

"Don't drink? If you don't drink, you won't be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation."

"Then you won't be allowed in."

"In this case, I can only let you change places."

After speaking, Qin Yang didn't feel anything yet, and when his eyes went dark, he disappeared in place.

As soon as Qin Yang's front feet disappeared, he saw King Yan Luo walking over with a group of ghost soldiers on his back feet.

"Where is the person? I remember clearly noticing that he was here."

Yan Luowang stood on the Naihe Bridge and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone.

"Don't look at it, I've already dealt with it."

At this time, I saw a phantom walking out of Meng Po's body, which gradually solidified into a human figure.

When Yan Luowang and others saw the figure, they all knelt down on the ground.

"Meet Empress Empress."

King Yan Luo was in a cold sweat. He never imagined that Empress Houtu, who hadn't appeared for hundreds of thousands of years, would appear at this moment.

"Go ahead."

After Hou Tu finished speaking, the whole person disappeared in place.

After Houtu disappeared, it took a long time before Yan Luowang and a group of people dared to stand up.

"My lord, are we still looking for it?"

The judge on the side came up and whispered.

"Find a fart, get the hell out of here."

"But, it says..."

Yan Luo Wang didn't wait for the judge to finish speaking, he kicked up, and cursed, "The higher ups are a fart, let them just get the hell out of me."

"The underworld is not a heaven. Here, we have to say it." King Yan Luo didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that Empress Hou Tu was warning him.

However, regardless of whether it was a warning or not, now that Empress Dowager Tu appeared, it would not be easy for the saint to come.

at the same time.

In a mysterious palace somewhere in the underworld, a figure appeared.

It was the post-natives.

Dressed in a yellow dress, her face has an indescribable beauty, beautiful and kind, so beautiful that people can't help but worship her.

At this moment, Houtu was holding a clay figurine in his hand, and couldn't help chuckling, "Sister Nuwa, your human race is really interesting."

After finishing speaking, Hou Tu put away the clay figurine, and the whole person disappeared in place together with the palace, and he didn't know where he went.

At this time, Qin Yang, after a period of dizziness, finally stood firm.

When he opened his eyes and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, he fixed his eyes and saw that there was nothingness around him, as if covered with a layer of mist, and the whole space was pitch black.

"What is this place?"

Qin Yang said to himself.

At this moment, a dim figure appeared in the mist, and it became clearer and clearer.

When Qin Yang saw the opponent's entire figure clearly, his brows were immediately frowned.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming."

The dark figure kept muttering in his mouth.

"What is this place?"

Qin Yang asked with a frown.

"Jie Jie, it looks like you broke in unintentionally, no wonder, hahaha, the delicious flesh and blood is mine."

After the figure finished speaking, he rushed towards Qin Yang.

Seeing this, Qin Yang shot directly without hesitation.

At the same time, they opened their eyes and looked at each other.