"You two don't have to be so polite! I don't take advice seriously, but I can provide some information for your reference!" Meng Po picked up the tea cup, smelled the tea aroma with the tip of her nose, then took a sip and said calmly.
"Thank you, senior!" Ye Zhenyu and Feitianhu quickly bowed and thanked them.
Po Meng took a sip of tea and said in a leisurely tone: "I have been stationed here for hundreds of thousands of years. The living and dead souls on both sides of the Naihe Bridge have passed through the Naihe Bridge and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the cycle has continued until the order has been maintained in a stable state.
Until the Middle Ages, because many Kunlun monks ascended to the fairy world and the divine world, the power of the heaven world became more and more powerful, and the power of the hell world became weaker and weaker. This balance was finally broken. Under the planning of many great gods in the hell world, Kunlun
Emperor Zhuanxu of Zhuanxu was plotted to cut off the sacred tree connecting the sky and knock down Buzhou Mountain. The Kunlun Realm completely lost the passage to ascend to the heavenly realm. All the gods in the Kunlun Realm also lost the spiritual energy to become immortals, and it was difficult to live long from now on.
Humans can only live for decades and then die. Their souls are taken to the hell realm by ghosts from the hell realm and become a member of the hell realm. In order to further expand their power, some races in the hell realm continue to cross the border and harass the creatures in the Kunlun realm and other realms such as Biluo Xingyu.
, causing a large number of living beings to die in vain and join the hell realm."
When Po Meng said this, she seemed to have a deep sense of resentment. After taking a sip of tea, she continued: "Most of the countless disasters and wars in the Kunlun Realm are inseparable from the calculations in the Hell Realm.
Thousands and millions of souls were devastated and became slaves of the hell realm. You may remember that in the history of Kunlun Realm, the Qin Dynasty, under the bewitchment of eight bronze-armored knights of the hell realm, burned books and harassed Confucianism in order to cut off Confucianism and become a saint.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of lives were slaughtered; huge projects were built, and hundreds of thousands of lives were exhausted; as if this was not enough, the First Emperor built a large-scale mercenary army during his reign, and tens of millions of mercenaries became shady soldiers.
The Ghost General was escorted to the Hell Realm after the death of the First Emperor. With his outstanding achievements in the Kunlun Realm, he was awarded the head of the Ten Lords of Hell and was known as King Guang of Qin. Later, even his two sons were also killed by his subordinates.
They instigated rebellion and gave up their glory and wealth in the world to become kings and lords in the hell world and realize their dream of immortality."
Po Meng's eyes were full of resentment, and she continued: "Even a monk as powerful as me in the Kunlun Realm can only watch his beloved die tragically at the foot of the Great Wall. When I chased him to the Hell Realm, I found the Lord of the Ten Palaces.
I have become so powerful that my beloved has become a stranger to me in order to cut off my desire for revenge. From then on, I am on this side of the Naihe Bridge and he is on the other side of the Naihe Bridge. The flowers cannot see the leaves, the leaves cannot see the flowers, and we will never see each other again in this life!
In return, he and I both saved our lives, and from then on we became zombies and fell into hell!"
Hearing this, Ye Zhenyu stood up and said: "I'm sorry, senior! Can you interrupt me for a moment? Can you answer any questions I have?"
Po Meng was not angry. It seemed that after explaining her thoughts, her resentment disappeared a lot, and she said softly: "No problem, please tell me!"
Ye Zhenyu's tense heart relaxed, fearing that he might offend Po Meng with his words. He asked in a low voice: "There are many legends about you circulating in the world. Some say you are Nvying, the daughter of Emperor Yao, and some say you are Meng Jiangnu. I don't know.
What’s the truth?”
Po Meng did not answer Ye Zhenyu directly, but asked: "Then are you Sanqing, Xihuang or Ye Zhenyu?"
Ye Zhenyu was thoughtful and whispered: "Junior understands! Senior please continue!"
After Meng Po pondered for a moment, she looked at the distant Huangquan Galaxy and said in a deep voice: "What I said above is also to let you know something about the hell world. Regarding the details of the hell world, in fact, over the years, I have been stuck at the Biluo Pier of Naihe Bridge.
I don’t know much, and I didn’t pay much attention to what Guizhao said. However, there was news that someone in Kunlun Realm has reopened the passage to the Immortal Realm and the God Realm. As a result, the number of dead souls has been decreasing recently, and the Hell Realm is uneasy. I’m afraid it’s
There needs to be a big plan again. I think you are the one who will reopen the road to heaven, right? I hope you will take care of yourself and be careful!"
After bidding farewell to Po Meng, Ye Zhenyu left Feitianhu behind to guard the Taoist merit battlefield, while he went to the Buddhist merit battlefield and the Confucian merit battlefield alone. He had to fight a sure battle and make a decision before taking action.
Shortly after Ye Zhenyu left, eight stalwart figures appeared on the Meteorite Continent where the Taoist community was encamped, and surrounded the Taoist merit battlefield camp from eight directions. The eight stalwart figures were wearing bronze armor, eight feet tall, holding hammers and halberds.
, knives, swords, sticks, whips, axes, sickles, and with enough magic power, they are the eight great bronze-armored holy war generals of the Yama clan in the hell world. They all delivered a fatal blow to the Taoist monks. Although there were monks standing guard, they were all
He was eliminated by the Eight Battles of Hell without anyone noticing.
Hundreds of holy monks were caught off guard by this sudden blow, and dozens of holy monks were wiped out. The rest of the monks were in panic. The Flying Tiger manifested a huge body, flew into the air, looked down, and shouted: "Where is it?"
You monster, dare to sneak attack on me!"
Seeing that the Taoist monks were not seriously injured in one blow, the eight hell Yama clan warriors immediately flew into the air and surrounded the Flying Tiger in the center. The leader among them, the warrior holding the death scythe, shouted: "You are Ye Zhenyu's brother, right?
I will deal with you today first, and then settle the accounts with him! Everyone, don’t hold back, come together!”
In an instant, the war hammer, broadsword, axe, sword, divine whip, divine staff, war halberd, and death sickle erupted with black death energy, flying together and striking at the Flying Tiger's vitals. The Flying Tiger did not dare to neglect, mobilized his true energy, and was surrounded by golden light.
Dasheng, as if the Buddha had descended, formed a protective light shield around him. With a bang, the black air of death was completely purified when it encountered the golden holy light. The protective light shield actually blocked the strongest attack of the eight hellish Yama clan warriors.
There were only some cracks in the photomask, but they were quickly repaired by Feitianhu.
"You are quite capable, but I underestimate you! Everyone, form a formation!" the warrior holding the death scythe ordered.
Soon, black death gas smoke pillars emerged from their heads and gathered together in mid-air to form a large black net, trapping the Flying Tiger in the big net. The eight black smoke pillars became more and more intense.
The gaps between the thick and thick smoke pillars gradually disappeared, forming an airtight realm of death.
The Flying Tiger naturally would not sit still and wait for death, but he bumped left and right countless times and failed to break out. Hundreds of monks below were preparing to fly to help the Flying Tiger, but they were entangled by hundreds of hell troops lurking in the dark.
Can't escape.
Seeing the crisis of the situation, suddenly, golden lightsabers pierced the black field, like a star covered with spikes. However, although the lightsaber could pierce the black field, it could not completely break through the black field and escape. The black field
The Flying Tiger in the middle was sweating profusely, and his spiritual power was about to be exhausted. The Flying Tiger was extremely depressed. He didn't expect that the famous immortal warrior would end up in such a mess in the first battle. Could he die here today?
The strange and arrogant flute sound of the Yama clan warrior came to my ears: "It's useless. Even gods can be killed in the Dark Death Realm, let alone your mere cultivation as a great sage!"