Create a new soul?
This once again broke Feng Wuchen's cognition.
In all the worlds, the higher your cultivation level, the more you understand the truth that the soul is more important than the physical body.
Injuries to the soul are far more difficult to deal with than injuries to the physical body.
For example, the poison poisoned by his second brother, Dangmo Tianzun, is difficult to eradicate because it is attached to the soul.
No matter how powerful the heavenly being is, once the soul is damaged, it is almost impossible to repair it.
As for what Sanqi said, how ridiculous is the Ghost Emperor's method of rubbing the soul with his hands?
"Creating a new soul out of thin air... How can such a method be possible in this world?" Lin Xiang'er covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise.
"Ha..." Sanqi still had that same smile and said: "The Ghost Emperor of Yins has far more methods than you think... Qi! But why am I telling you this..."
"..."
Although Feng Wuchen thought what Sanqi said was absurd, he believed it.
Because he believes in Sanqi's theory more than the so-called resurrection from the dead.
Maybe, the legendary Ghost Emperor of the Yins is really still alive...
After thinking for a moment, he looked at Sanqi not far away. This woman did not seem to be a bad person, so he softened his tone a little and asked: "I have no enmity with senior, why did senior give me a seed?" Put a curse seal?"
When asked, Sanqi's smile gradually turned mean, and said: "This city has been deserted for hundreds of thousands of years, and now two little mice suddenly came in, and one of them had several auras that made my body palpitate. But I have to guard against it..."
Feng Wuchen was speechless for a while, then said again: "Junior has no ill intentions towards senior, please ask senior... to remove junior's curse seal!"
"If you really have no ill intentions towards me, then there is no harm in keeping the curse seal. You will have to stay with me in this city of futile death for a long time. If you have any evil thoughts, you can do it. A bondage…”
With Panax notoginseng?
Forever?
When Feng Wuchen heard this, he was almost dumbfounded.
He didn't have time to torture each other with this crazy woman here.
He still has to find his five beautiful wives.
Although he was speechless in his heart, he still suppressed his temper and said: "Senior, please stop joking... I have something important to do. Please be kind to me and send this junior out..."
Sanqi tilted his head slightly and looked at Feng Wuchen with a slightly amused look: "You kid, why can't you always remember what I said? I've said it before, in this city of vain death, there are no living people. If you don't want to go, if you really want to go out, you might as well liberate yourself, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup cooked by me, and then you can leave..."
Feng Wuchen was stunned.
Now he is not afraid of Mrs. Meng joking with him.
He was just afraid that what this woman said was true.
At this time, Sanqi continued to say: "In the past, when the Underworld was established, I took the initiative to ask the emperor for the City of Wasted Death! This city and the ghost palace where he lived were separated from the two ends of hell. Only in this way... He and I Only then can we live forever and never see each other..."
When Feng Wuchen was silent, beside him, Lin Xiang'er pursed her red lips and asked, "Why don't you want to see the Ghost Emperor?"
Sanqi smiled miserably and sighed: "This is the fate of our clan... If you want to make Meng Po soup that can wash away the cause and effect of the soul, you need a medicine, and that medicine is what Meng Po doesn't like.
Tears..."
Hearing this, Lin Xiang'er was shocked: "So... you have fallen in love with the Ghost Emperor?"
At this point, Sanqi put away her sadness again, her eyes turned cold: "Little girl, it's better to ask less questions than you shouldn't! You two should think about how to live your life in the future, right? If you two have
In my leisure time, I don’t object to adding more incense from the human race to this wasted city..."
Hearing this, Lin Xiang'er's cheeks turned red, and before she could speak, Feng Wuchen raised his head fiercely and said, "Senior just said that the City of Wasted Death and the Ghost Palace are at the opposite ends of hell! Then can I understand...
The Ghost Palace and the City of Undead are both the entrance and exit of hell?"
After hearing Feng Wuchen's inquiry, Po Meng's expression froze for a moment, and then she smiled absurdly: "You want to leave the City of Wasted Death through hell? Hahaha... It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers... Do you know what kind of place that is?
Even if you go in, you won't be able to leave alive, so you'd better give up these thoughts as soon as possible!"
Who would have thought that after hearing these words, Feng Wuchen would not be worried but happy instead.
His previous question was actually a test.
Because he was not sure whether the so-called hell was connected to the City of Death and the Ghost Palace.
Now Sanqi's answer convinced him that his guess was correct, but there might be some difficulties and dangers involved.
Then he added: "The junior has a reason to leave, so I would like to ask the senior to give me some guidance and tell the senior... where is the entrance to hell!"
After receiving the request, Sanqi's expression suddenly changed: "Little devil, isn't what I said clear enough? If you step into hell, you will definitely die. You would rather pursue a completely impossible hope than stay and be with me.
As a companion?”
Feng Wuchen's eyes were full of determination: "Senior, aren't you willing to stay here for millions of years for the so-called fate? And leaving this place is the fate of this junior..."
"you……"
Sanqi was speechless for a moment.
He looked at the kid in front of him for a moment, and his face finally showed some emotion.
After pondering for a long time, she sighed softly: "That's all... Even if I want to die, I won't stop you!"
Immediately, he looked at Lin Xiang'er again: "Girl, what about you? If you are willing to stay here, I wouldn't mind accepting you as an apprentice. After being a concubine for a hundred years, you can inherit the name of Po Meng..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiang'er's scalp suddenly went numb.
If she was allowed to stay in this place where there was only evil for the rest of her life, she might as well die.
So he quickly said: "My life was saved by Mr. Feng. Even if it is a sea of ​​​​knives and fire, I should accompany him to go through it. Thank you for your kindness, senior..."
"Sigh... in the final analysis, I would rather follow the young man to death than stay here with an old woman like me..."
Lin Xiang'er was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that the two of them had decided to leave, Po Meng let out a long sigh, and immediately rose into the air, activating her entire body.
At that moment, Feng Wuchen felt that Meng Po's strength was like the vast ocean, which could not be seen to the edge.
This feeling was never given to him even by several sword masters in Long Yuan.
It was at this moment that he truly felt the horror of this living fossil that had been standing in the City of Futile Death for millions of years.
As Meng Po exerted her strength, several huge white phantoms suddenly appeared behind her, biting the big pot of Meng Po soup in the center of the grotto one after another.
The pot was lifted.
"boom!"
The cauldron is lifted off the ground.
I saw a heat wave rising into the sky.
Under the cauldron, there was just a huge hole, and under that hole, there was a heat wave reaching into the sky.
It turns out that Meng Po soup is cooked by the heat wave under this cave.
Feng Wuchen looked under the hole, but it was completely foggy. He could only feel that there was an endless heat wave, but he could not see the bottom.
At this time, Po Meng said again: "Under this cave is the first level of the eighteen levels of hell! Once you go down, your cultivation will be suppressed by special laws, and you will not be able to use the technique of space movement, so you will not be able to fly.
...And when you reach the bottom, the temperature will only become more terrifying. Even if you are lucky enough to pass through hell, with the suppression of that law, you will not be able to find another exit. If you regret it now, it is not too late!"
Chapter completed!