Chapter 1,124 Po Meng

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As the nine-turn spiritual formation was operating, Zhang Xiaozu and the others felt a powerful force rushing towards them. Knowing that this was the power contained in the divine power, they immediately gathered their minds to refine and absorb it.

The old woman looked at the few people who quickly entered the state, nodded with satisfaction, and said in her heart: "You have taken away many gods and prevented the gods from waking up. You have really done a good thing for the benefit of the common people, but the old woman has ruined your It’s such a great opportunity that I can only use this method to make up for your losses as much as possible. I hope you will be gentler when you wake up and blame the old lady.”

Because she didn't want to see Emperor Fengdu waiting for the true god to wake up and plunge the underworld into endless catastrophe again, so she had a bold idea: destroy the godhead and prevent Emperor Fengdu from waiting for the true god to wake up.

However, destroying the godhead is equivalent to ruining the opportunities of Zhang Xiaopeng and others, because they could have refined the godhead, gained the power of gods, and become the new masters of the underworld.

She felt that if Zhang Xiaozu and others were asked to voluntarily give up refining the godhead, they would definitely refuse, so she used the ecstasy soup to confuse them and make them "willingly" destroy the godhead.

But she felt guilty for doing this, so she could only think of this method to extract the power contained in the god, and use it for Zhang Xiaopou and others to practice, so as to make up for their losses as much as possible.

However, in fact, for Zhang Xiaozhu and the others, these gods were nothing but opportunities. They were clearly the ghosts that urged their lives. If she had not come to rescue them, Zhang Xiaozhu and the others would have been killed by the body of Emperor Fengdu.

But she didn't think about this, she just felt that by destroying the divine power obtained by Zhang Xiaozu and others, she ruined their opportunity, and she felt bad.

It can be seen that this is a very particular old woman.

The old woman stayed in the cave for a while, and after making sure there was no problem, she returned to the ground.

Then he went into the kitchen and started making soup again.

She knew that Zhang Xiaozu and the others were strong-willed people, so she needed to continue feeding them the ecstasy soup.

Making soup is her best skill.

If all the condiments were put into the ecstasy soup she made, even Emperor Fengdu would forget the past after drinking it.

She has a name, Po Meng.

She once cooked the soup on Samsara Cliff for thousands of years, and people called the soup she cooked Meng Po soup.

From the first day when she picked up a spoon and stood on the cliff of reincarnation to become Po Meng, someone told her that she must not have feelings when she was Po Meng, otherwise she would be very likely to be deceived by the ghosts who came to be reincarnated when she saw their previous lives. Affects emotions, causing neglect of duties or making mistakes.

She is very conscientious, so she is cautious and freezes her heart, preventing herself from having emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Even though there was a boring man teasing her on the cliff for five hundred years, she never gave him a smile.

She only dared to raise the corners of her lips and smile secretly in the dead of night, when no one was around.

She thought that the man who never saw her smile must have been extremely frustrated and finally lost interest in her completely, so he left, never wanting to see her with her cold face again.

More than seven hundred years have passed, and she lives alone, surrounded by thick fog. She forgets when it started, and suddenly starts to miss him in her heart.

Then her appearance began to age rapidly, turning into an old woman with wrinkles and dark spots on her face.

Just because she was moved.

Po Meng cannot be emotional, old age is her punishment.

But she still couldn't help but think that if he could come back, she would definitely smile at him. Even if she was an old woman now and her smile might be uglier than a ghost, she would still smile.

But, I'm afraid I'll never see him again.

GuluGulu——

The soup in the pot boiled as she recalled the past, and a ray of hot air flew out from the gap between the lid and the pot, hitting her face and waking her up from her memories.

She opened the lid of the pot and stirred the soup with a spoon while adding ingredients.

The ingredients were very sufficient, but only a little enchanting ingredients were added, and more were some elixirs and spiritual materials, most of which were collected from Zhang Xiaozu and others.

Very few people know that she can really make Shiquan Dabu Decoction.

During these two days together, Niu Yao screamed "mother", Zhang Xiaozhu, Niu Dawa, Qi Yoyo and Jin Zhihui screamed "grandma", which made her feel comfortable, so she borrowed them. Show them the ingredients.

This pot of soup simmered for five hours, and it was not until dark that the fire ceased.

The old woman was not in a hurry to sell it out, because Zhang Xiaozu and the others obviously would not wake up from practice so soon.

She waited until the evening of the third day before lifting the lid.

The fire in the stove had obviously stopped long ago, but when the lid of the pot was lifted, hot steam still came out, and the aroma instantly filled the entire yard.

She put the soup into a wooden bucket and carried it to the underground cave. Then she forcibly woke Zhang Xiaozu and others from practicing and made them drink the soup.

Several people had been practicing for three days, and their stomachs were already empty. Although they were already at their level of cultivation, they would not be hungry even if they practiced for another ten days and a half. However, when they smelled the tempting aroma, their stomachs suddenly became ravenous.

"Grandma, this soup is so delicious. What did you use to cook it?" Niu Dawa praised while drinking.

"It's really delicious. I have to get another bowl." Zhang Xiaozu drank up the soup in a few mouthfuls and added another bowl for himself.

"Grandma, how do you cook it? You can teach me if you have time." Jin Zhihui said.

The old woman looked at how many people enjoyed drinking. She was so happy that her eyes turned into slits and she said, "If it tastes good, just drink more. I cooked a lot. This is the Shiquan Dabu Decoction with dozens of elixirs added to it." , which is extremely beneficial to your body and cultivation."

The soups she cooked in the past were all delicious. At least none of the ghosts said that the soup tasted bad, but no ghost said that it tasted good, because after they drank it, they forgot everything and did not remember that they drank the soup at all. How to remember the taste of soup.

This incident has always made her very disappointed, because every pot of soup is cooked with her heart, and it is really uncomfortable not to receive feedback from diners.

Although the soup I made today was not a soup that I had forgotten about the past, at least I got very good feedback from Zhang Xiaozu and others, which made her, a soup maker, feel an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

However, her white hair became paler, the wrinkles on her face became deeper, there were more age spots, and her body became more stooped.

She is a little older.

Four people, one ghost and three beasts drank a large bucket of soup, then solved the diarrhea problem and continued to practice in the formation.

Before she left, Po Meng told them that she would come back to deliver food to them in ten days.

Zhang Xiaozu was sitting in the big formation, not in a hurry to practice, because he always felt weird when he was practicing, as if something was missing, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of it, so he could only give up and concentrate on continuing to devote himself. to practice.

The power contained in Emperor Fengdu's divine power is extremely majestic, just like a dragon's veins. But different from the dragon's veins, the power of the divine power is far more pure than the spiritual energy in the dragon's veins. When absorbed, it feels like constantly swallowing stars. Like Dan, very powerful.

There was a lot of energy flowing to Zhang Xiaopou because he absorbed it very quickly.

The nine star seas all seemed to have opened a huge mouth of the abyss. The golden bones were sucking in desperately, and the dragon veins and dragon souls in the star sea were also sucking hard...

Therefore, the energy flowing to him alone is even more than the energy flowing to the other three people, one ghost and three beasts combined.

On the bridge outside the courtyard gate, several more naked men appeared one after another.

Every time someone comes, Po Meng will stand on the bridge and salute respectfully, because these are the bodies of the true god, and she knows them all.

On this day, she left the small courtyard with the sickle and flew towards the direction of the dead city.

She wanted to see if the gods of Emperor Qitian and the other three true gods were still in the dead city.