Men and Men Cultivation Counterattack System [Traveling]

Nether world, flowers bloom on the other side.

A hundred years ago, Huangquan was still a desolate gray, but now, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and both sides of Huangquan are dazzling red.

The small boat used to carry the soul a hundred years ago disappeared, and a flower bridge was erected on Taotao Yellow Spring.

The Flower Bridge, named Mengpo Bridge, is named after the Mengpo soup on the bridge. It is shaped like a rainbow and spans the sky.

In the knee-high sea of ​​bloody flowers, a white figure was busy, handing bowl after bowl of Mengpo soup to the souls walking by him.

After drinking Mengpo soup, the past will be forgotten!

Memory is the heaviest part of the soul, and it is impossible to reincarnate with memory. The previous soul body was tortured by the bitter wind for seven to seven days at the reincarnation platform, and it can only be reincarnated smoothly after the memory of this life is completely dissipated. Souls with a lot of anger and resentment, the wind cannot dissipate their memories, so they can only turn into lonely ghosts in the dark.

Now, those ghosts don't have to suffer that kind of pain anymore. They just need to drink a bowl of steaming Mengpo soup, and they can forget the memories of the world and step on the road of reincarnation easily.

"My lord, give Po Meng soup!" The soul of an old man at the end of the line, after a long wait, finally arrived in front of the man in white and stretched out a trembling hand towards him.

The man in white leaned over, scooped out a bowl of soup from a steaming cauldron and handed it to the old man. The soup was hot and steamed upwards.

The old man took the bowl of soup, "Gulu Gulu" drank it in one gulp, and followed the team in front to the other side of Huangquan.At this moment, a wisp of faint blue smoke drifted out from the Baihui acupoint on the top of the old man's head, and drifted towards the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring.

Looking around, there is a faint blue mist covering the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore. Those are the memories of the deceased who were drawn out after drinking Mengpo soup.

"It's midnight, please be early at noon tomorrow!" The white-clothed man said to the people who walked up to him while packing up the pots and pans.

"Brother, it's me!"

Hearing a familiar voice, the man in white raised his head, only to see a handsome young man in Tsing Yi looking at him with a smile on his face. The young man was holding a jujube-like fruit in his hand that was all red.

"Ayu, you gave me blood fruit again!" Seeing the person coming, a faint smile finally appeared on the cold face of the white-clothed man, but the smile was too faint, and there was no trace of it when the wind blew.

Seeing the pale face of the man in white, Wen Yu felt a little distressed. For 100 years, this person has been guarding at the intersection of the underworld, making soup during the day and distributing soup at night, day after day, endlessly!

"Brother, just rest!" Wen Yu couldn't help but said, "If you look like this, if Brother Wen Xiang comes back, you will definitely feel bad!"

Wen Xiang, come back...

These four words are the most repeated words in Ruan Yu's mind in the past 100 years.

Shutting down the disappointment that was about to burst out of his eyes, looking at the thin strands of memory that were gradually fading above the sea of ​​bloody flowers, Ruan Yu's beautiful peach eyes burst out with a strange brilliance.

"Xiangxiang will definitely come back!" Ruan Yu's voice was low but firm!In the past 100 years, every time he was discouraged, he would say this to himself.

Back then, he was controlled by the nightmare and destroyed the body sachet of the demon king Wen Xiang, causing Wen Xiang to lose his soul.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, I will be back!" These were the last words Xiangxiang said to him.

His Xiangxiang is so gentle and considerate, even if he kills him with his own hands, the only thing he worries about is whether he will be afraid!

Waking up from the nightmare, Ruan Yu seemed to be going crazy. He stretched out his hand into the rain of flowers, as if he wanted to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything.

Just when he was desperately trying to commit suicide, a Bianhua seed fell lightly into his palm.

"The spirit of the demon king has merged with the Bianhua in this sachet. If this seed can still bloom, maybe His Royal Highness the demon king still has a glimmer of life!" Feng Ji, the great Luo Jinxian, said to Ruan Yu after searching all the ancient medical skills.

The Qiang Ling clan stood proudly at the top of the human race by relying on the nine skills of shamanism and spirits.Its Wuling Nine Techniques is a kind of technique that even the comprehension world is quite afraid of.And when Qiang Ling Sheng Wang sealed Zhan, he created the tenth technique of Wu Ling, which shocked the three worlds even more.

The tenth technique created by the Holy King Qiang Ling has a very poignant name: the flower puppet technique.

Use the body of a living person as the soil, and sprinkle flower seeds into it.The flower seeds feed on the flesh, blood, and blood of living people. They take root and germinate in the living human body, crushing the human organs, until finally breaking through the layers of rotting flesh, breaking through the ground, and blooming beautiful flowers one after another. flowers.And at that time, the person who nourished the flower seed was exhausted, not only turned into a skeleton, but even his soul was absorbed by the flower seed, and became one with the flower.

Dry and crush the blooming flowers on the bone and blood to make a sachet, and drip the owner's blood, the soul in this sachet will form a bond with the owner. Bear it for him and become that person's flower puppet.

But this kind of endurance has a time limit, because every injury of the master will consume the soul energy of the flower puppet, and when the soul energy is exhausted, it is the end of the flower puppet's entire life.

And Wen Xiang is a flower puppet, a flower puppet that dripped Ruan Yu's blood essence and made a pact with him.

It's no wonder that Xiangxiang always has a strange fragrance that Ruan Yu feels very familiar with. It turns out that this is the original smell of the unicorn sachet.It's just that after 1000 years, Wen Xiang became the demon king and got rid of the shackles of the sachet, and the smell of the sachet no longer existed.

No wonder I have never been injured since wearing this sachet on the day when I formed the golden core. It turns out that all the pains he suffered were borne by his flower puppet Wen Xiang for him.

Back then in Yixian Town, the genius doctor Feng Ji saw that Wen Xiang's soul and body were weak and dying, but Ruan Yu only thought of him as a quack doctor, and now it seems that he was wrong.

The dense white bones with incomplete ribs, the gaps between the seven orifices and the bones, are all full of large and strange red flowers.The fiery red flowers linger all over the body, and between the pale bones are like the fire of hell in the underworld, devouring the sad bones.Among the blooming flowers, only the pale cheeks were faintly splashed with dark red blood spots, which were already mottled.

The safflower and white bones are so beautiful and heartbreakingly beautiful.

After knowing the truth, every time Ruan Yu thinks of Wen Xiang's body, her heart aches unbearably.

When the flower seed took root in Wen Xiang's body and shattered his internal organs, when the flower trail bit his flesh and came out of it, when the soul was eroded by the flower and lost himself...

Xiangxiang, how painful it will be!How desperate!

And all of this is thanks to the original owner!

Ruan Yu simply couldn't forgive herself, and couldn't tell whether this feeling came from the original owner or the current him.

Since the warm fragrance dissipated, the memory of the original owner gradually became clear in Ruan Yu's mind. He could feel the original owner's pain, as if he was himself and he was the original owner.

But who he is is meaningless, the person he loves the most, his fragrance, has vanished into thin air.

"Irrigate the flower seeds with yellow spring water and feed on the memory of the soul. Maybe the flower seeds will bloom again, and the soul of the demon king will return at that time!" Feng Ji studied behind closed doors for three years, and finally gave Ruan Yu a Answer.

Planting flowers on the edge of Huangquan is naturally no problem for Ruan Yu, who is already a golden fairy.But it is impossible for Ruan Yu to strip out the memories of those souls.

The wind from the Samsara Terrace could indeed blow away the memories of those ghosts, but the wind was so strong that it even blew away the fog of those memories.

"In ancient times, there was a spiritual vessel called Mengpo, which was described as a pot. If you poured the blood of exquisite jade bones into it and boiled it at a high temperature, you could cook a soup that could separate the memory of the soul and body. Mengpo soup !” Feng Ji said to him.

Hearing this, Ruan Yu was mixed with joy and sorrow, for those who were happy, he was originally an exquisite jade bone, and the blood on his body was exquisite blood, but for those who were worried, the ancient artifact "Meng Po" was just a legend, and no one had ever seen it.

At this time, Ruan Yu suddenly remembered the upgraded funeral system he carried.Collecting a corpse will generate a spirit weapon value, and a spirit weapon can be randomly obtained when the spirit weapon value reaches [-].

Ruan Yu had to collect the corpses every day and night. Every time he got [-] spiritual weapon points, he would exchange them with the system for spiritual weapons, but none of the spiritual weapons he got was what he wanted.

However, selling these spiritual artifacts allowed Ruan Yu to accumulate a lot of wealth. He announced to the Three Realms that he bought the spiritual artifact "Meng Po" with a lot of money, but there was no news for a long time. Finally, after exchanging countless spiritual artifacts, in the tenth year , the artifact "Meng Po" he had been thinking about was long in coming.

He passed the lord of Kaiyang City to Helian Qiyu, came to Huangquan alone, and planted the flower on the edge of Huangquan. More than 100 years have passed, and the flower seed took root and sprouted, and went along the two sides of Huangquan, and the blood-red flowers on the other side were in full swing.

But Xiangxiang did not come back as Feng Ji said.

"It doesn't make sense, it says so in the book!" When Wen Yu went to ask Feng Ji, Feng Ji scratched his messy hair and said.

in the book?It is better to have no books than to believe in books!How can the words in the book be trusted.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Wen Yu's lips, but when he returned, he deceived Ruan Yu that Wen Xiang was a demon king, and his soul was different from that of ordinary little monsters, so he needed more spirit of memory.

Ruan Yu believed it and worked harder.From midnight to noon, he kept bleeding himself, and after noon, he began to distribute Mengpo soup to the ghosts.

Although frequent bloodletting made Ruan Yu's fairy body haggard, it was better than his life without love.

"Brother..." Looking at Ruan Yu's pale face, Wen Yu lowered his eyes a little guilty, "This place is full of Bana flowers, you should take a good rest!"

"No, maybe it's just a little bit close, as long as you work harder, Xiangxiang can come back!" While speaking, Ruan Yu had already cut her wrist with a knife, and dripped drop by drop of Linglong's blood into the "Meng Po".

Watching the blood in Ruan Yu's body rolling down into "Meng Po" drop by drop, Wen Yu has nothing to do.

If you tell him at this time, Feng Ji, the genius doctor, does not know whether this method is really feasible, tell him that no matter how hard he tries, the demon king Wen Xiang may never come back, and tell him that his 100 years of sacrifice and dedication are nothing but bamboo baskets If the fetching of water is in vain, this person should completely collapse.

Looking at the person in front of him who looked very weak but had unusually firm eyes, Wen Yu swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Brother, let's eat this blood fruit first!" Wen Yu said as he handed the jujube-shaped crimson fruit to Ruan Yu.

Ruan Yu's eyes moved slightly, he took the blood fruit in Wen Yu's hand, and swallowed it in one gulp.After a while, the pale face turned a little rosy.

The blood fruit is born on the top of the icy and snowy Kunlun Mountains. It absorbs the essence of heaven and earth day and night, and is supported by the spiritual power of the ancient Yinglong. It takes five years to produce such a fruit. Eating it will help to recover blood essence and spiritual power.

In these years, thanks to the blood fruits that Wen Yu sent regularly, Ruan Yu was able to barely maintain the cultivation base of the Golden Immortal Stage.

But what I can do now is to give this person some blood fruits.

Seeing that the man in front of him recovered a bit, Wen Yu's brows relaxed slightly, but as usual, he left without saying hello.

He seized the time to go back and use his spiritual power to make offerings to the next blood fruit.

"Shangxian..." Not long after Wen Yu left, Ruan Yu heard a rough voice from far to near.

Ruan Yu looked back, but saw a man with a leopard head and eyes around him, an iron face and a beard, dressed in red clothes like fire, with a round belly on his head, running towards Meng Po Bridge tremblingly!