"Each of these runes is an ultimate power in the way of runes. You can't just focus on their superficial power, but you should spend your efforts to study and understand them. Even if you only understand one rune, it can benefit you.
lifelong."
"This is a huge treasure, you have to grasp it carefully."
Meng Po warned earnestly.
"Yes, I will." Zhang Xiaozu nodded vigorously.
"However, it seems that they have not yet shown their complete form and need to absorb energy to grow. After they show their complete form, it should be relatively easy to comprehend, so don't be stingy. No matter how much you spend on them, it is worth it."
"knew."
Niu Dawa glanced out the window and asked strangely: "The Great Emperor Fengdu is the master of the underworld. He is so powerful, but why can't he see the power of heaven's choice on his bones?"
Po Meng said: "That's because the power of the gods in the underworld comes from the power of the godhead. The upper limit has been set long ago, so it is almost impossible to cultivate the power of the chosen one."
"What exactly is the Godhead? Is it conceived by heaven and earth, or is it created by man?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked curiously.
Po Meng shook her head and said: "Some people say that the Godhead was born from chaos, while others say that the Godhead was created by the ancestral gods. There is no clear conclusion yet."
"Then after we destroy these gods, will new gods appear again in the underworld?"
"Yes." Po Meng nodded, "I hope the new gods can reestablish the order of reincarnation."
"You are so concerned about the stability of the underworld and hope that everything will get better. Why don't you become the Great Emperor of Heaven yourself? It's not like we don't have this condition." Zhang Xiaozhu asked.
"Haha..." Po Meng shook her head with a smile and said, "I'm just an old woman selling soup. I only know how to adjust the taste of soup, but I don't understand the ways of an emperor."
Niu Dawa added a few pieces of firewood to the stove hole and said: "In my opinion, the principle is the same. If you can make the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty things in the people's pots comfortable, that is a good way to govern the world."
"It's such a principle, but it's not easy to do. The old woman can't hold a spoon as big as the world."
Gulu gulu!
The bubbles in the pot are getting faster and faster, the heat is rising from the pot, and the aroma is overflowing.
Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa's throats squirmed and they swallowed greedily. They were very surprised. They didn't understand how Po Meng could cook out such tempting food after throwing a bunch of snakes, rats, insects, ants and other scary things into the pot.
smell.
If they hadn't seen Mrs. Meng throwing those things into the pot with their own eyes, they might not be able to help but fill up a bowl and taste it.
"Grandma, is Po Meng's soup fragrant?" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but asked curiously.
"What do you think? What does it taste like in your imagination?" asked Po Meng.
Niu Dawa said: "I think it should be bitter. After drinking Meng Po soup, you will forget everything in this life. How uncomfortable it is, so the soup must be bitter."
But after saying that, he immediately shook his head and said: "That's not right. If death becomes a release for people who have suffered a lifetime and forget the past suffering, it must be an extremely happy thing for them. No matter how bitter the soup is, drinking
It’s also sweet in your mouth.”
Zhang Xiaozu said: "I think we should give sweet drinks to good people and bitter drinks to bad people."
"So, what does it taste like?" Niu Dawa cast a questioning look at Po Meng.
"It smells delicious, but tastes... I don't know either," said Po Meng.
"Ah?" Niu Dawa and Zhang Xiaozhu were surprised when they heard this.
Po Meng said with a smile: "Because I have never drunk it, and all the ghosts who have drunk it have lost their memory, so I can't tell you what the soup tastes like. How about... you two try it?"
Niu Dawa and Zhang Xiaozu shook their heads quickly.
It took Po Meng more than three hours to cook a pot of Meng Po soup that smelled delicious, but she didn't know what it actually tasted like.
She kept a bowl for herself and gave the rest to Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa.
Then he spent more than four hours cooking a pot of Shiquan Dabu Decoction, and put various elixirs and spiritual materials into it. Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa were greedy, but they both suppressed their greed and did not eat it.
Drink it because they know it is for Po Meng to heal her injuries.
However, after the soup was cooked, Po Meng still gave each of them a bowl.
The power contained in Emperor Qitian's godhead was obviously not comparable to that of other godheads. The red rune had been sucked for more than seven hours without being sucked dry. Zhang Xiaozu transferred it to the cave and continued to suck it.
The red runes are nourished by power and have several more lines, making the runes look more profound.
Zhang Xiaozu stared at a rune, trying to understand something, but after only looking at it for a short while, he felt dizzy, and the knowledge about runes and spells in his mind became confused, making him feel like he was insane.
Po Meng told him that this was because his knowledge of runes and talismans was still superficial and could not reach the level of understanding the red runes. She asked him to learn the knowledge of runes immediately after going out, and he had to learn both yin and yang talismans.
Without the interruption from the black-robed emperor and others, Zhang Xiaozu and the others began to practice with peace of mind again.
By absorbing the power of the godhead and practicing, their cultivation speed can be seen with the naked eye.
Qi Yoyo broke through the bottleneck of the fourth-level Star Reaching Realm and advanced to the Destruction Realm.
Jin Zhihui has reached the consummation state of reaching the stars, and it is only a matter of time before she enters the state of destruction.
Niu Yao's cultivation level improved the fastest, and he directly crossed a big realm and was promoted to the ghost king realm.
He felt like he was in a dream. All the panaceas and elixirs that he had never dared to think about before were now placed in front of him for him to squander.
Teng She's injury has healed.
White Tiger and Sky Turtle have taken a big step towards awakening to their sanity.
Niu Dawa has broken through nine levels and is only one step away from the Demon Emperor realm.
Although Zhang Xiaozu's cultivation level has not been greatly improved, his fusion with the golden bones has reached nearly 80%, and his physical and combat skills have been greatly improved.
The bones all over his body have glowed with a faint golden light, a bit like the color after taking away the power of the ancient immortal of the Shen family.
On the morning of the fourth day, the red runes finally drained the power of Emperor Qitian's godhead. Just like the previous two godheads that had been drained of power, they were crushed into powder by Zhang Xiaopou.
The red runes turned as red as blood.
Zhang Xiaozu originally wanted to take out another godhead to feed them, but they seemed to be full and were not interested in Zhang Xiaozu's feeding at all. They all returned to the golden bones.
At noon on the tenth day, the sound of killing suddenly shook the sky above the small courtyard.
The black-robed emperor waited and returned, bringing with him a black mass of ghost cultivators that completely obscured the sky above the small courtyard.
"Meng Po, get out of here quickly!"
"Hand over your godhead and I will spare your life!"
Under the instigation of the black-robed emperor, thousands of ghost cultivators immediately rushed into the small courtyard and started shouting and cursing. Some of them with bad tempers directly waved their weapons to attack the courtyard's protective formation.
Click, click, click!
Niu Dawa moved her body, and a string of popping beans came out of her majestic body, as if infinite power was surging in her body.
"I really want to rush out and fight!"
He felt a new realm and more powerful power, and a war-loving impulse arose in his heart.
"Then kill!"
Po Meng's eyes turned cold, and her voice was as cold as an ice pick.
Then he opened the door and walked out with the sickle in hand.
