They rose directly into the air and leaped over the endless flowers of the other side.
It's just that they flew to the west for a long time, so long that it seemed like dozens of days had passed, and they still didn't see the shadow of Naihe Bridge.
Fortunately, they found a way in Bianhua. At least this way, they no longer have to spend mana to control the air.
Xiang Hongxuan frowned, "Could it be that we were deceived? This soul tree didn't tell the truth at all and led us in another direction."
But Li Jing disagreed. He said, "Feng Qingjue also said that thunder and fire are the most important oaths of their wood-type spiritual beings. Maybe we haven't encountered them yet."
He Jie was very interested, "After walking through Huangquan Road and heading towards Naihe Bridge, there is always a section of the road that is useless to regret and can only move forward. The oath of this soul tree is punished by lightning and fire. Plus, plus the torrential rain, then they will never be able to survive again."
"Let's move forward." Zhan Xuexuan said.
At this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly raised his eyes and said, "There seemed to be some sound."
Everyone was slightly on guard, and it didn't take long before they discovered that they were almost out of the range of Bianhuahua. A tall shadow appeared in the distance, looking like a hill or...
Everyone frowned, this was no ordinary hill, but a mountain of corpses.
There were countless corpses stacked on it, not only human corpses, but also some monster beast corpses. Their shapes were so weird that it was impossible to see their original appearance.
But this is Jiuyou, and the most important things are souls and corpses.
Everyone didn't pay attention, they just wanted to prevent the corpses in the mountain of corpses from suddenly jumping up and attacking them.
However, when they continued to walk forward, they found that there were more mountain-like shadows, accompanied by gusts of wind and ghosts crying and screaming. They were the shadows accumulated by ghosts. They were like a bridge of souls being swept away by a huge force. Pile up together, there is no way to break free, you can only struggle feebly in it.
There are many mountain shadows like this. These shadows stand among the flowers on the other side, bringing an extremely weird experience. But at the same moment, besides this, there are other sounds approaching.
Everyone thought that something was about to rush over, and they were on guard. However, after being on guard for half a cup of tea, they all realized what it was and stopped in place, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Zhan Xuexuan said hesitantly, "Will it rain in Jiuyou?"
Of course it won't rain in Jiuyou. Looking up at the sky in Jiuyou, you can't even tell whether the sky in Jiuyou is the sky. It is covered with black air all year round, and no light can seep out from it.
But everyone could still clearly feel the rain approaching.
Obviously, you can see that the changes become more vivid red in the rain.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Why, I always have a bad feeling." He Jie suddenly said.
Zhao Ning said, "If that's the case, then be on guard and use your magic power to rush through this area?"
Everyone responded in agreement. The rain was extremely strong and was approaching them quickly, but the divine light on everyone's body was already protecting them, so they were not that afraid.
But after everyone took a few steps in the rain, they suddenly realized something was wrong.
"This rain is really not right."
Something was indeed wrong. Zhao Ning could slightly sense the divine light around him. The power of the divine light was being consumed, which meant that the rain did have an indescribable power.
The alertness in everyone's hearts was once again raised. Without further words, they headed straight ahead, increasing their speed to the extreme.
But the scope of this rain is huge. Even if you move forward at the extreme speed of the Nascent Soul realm, you still can't reach the end.
Zhao Ning followed Ting Lan at the rear. At this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly felt something and glanced behind.
With just this glance, Zhao Ning paused in his steps, and Ting Lan also paused after her, "What's wrong?"
Following Zhao Ning's gaze, he could see only those mountains of shadows, and the mountain of corpses had been completely melted. This was not surprising, but the mountains with accumulated souls and shadows had a strange reaction.
They did not show too drastic changes. It was even said that these soul shadows were constantly struggling and screaming in the mountains, but when they were poured down by the heavy rain, they did not show any violent movements anymore.
Instead, he seemed to be soothed, gradually calmed down, and his whole body seemed to soften.
"This rain..." Zhao Ning murmured.
"Boss Shen." At this moment, someone suddenly heard a shout from the front. It was He Jie's voice, and Xiang Hongxuan was also standing not far away.
Probably Zhao Ning and Ting Lan didn't catch up, they deliberately stopped and waited for them.
Their eyes were too focused, so they followed suit and noticed the abnormality of those soul shadows, "Could it be that this rain is good for the soul body?"
But this is just a speculation, but no one dares to test what is going on.
At this moment, these soul bodies underwent new changes. They were no longer entangled with each other. From the highest point, one soul shadow floated down. As the heavy rain washed away, the black nine ghosts originally stained on their bodies All the energy was washed away, and the soul was extremely white, and then it shrank back into those other shore flowers, as if it was waiting for rebirth.
Everyone realized that this situation was very reasonable, but after the exchange of glances, there was no way to get the answer immediately.
At this moment, Zhan Xuexuan and others who were trying to fly away from the rain came back instead.
Feng Qingjue frowned, "Damn it, there's no road ahead."
"No way?" Zhao Ning was slightly surprised.
Li Jing said coldly, "It's not that there is no road, but it is a repetitive road. We just can't get out of the rain. We don't know when we will walk the road we have walked again."
"There is indeed something wrong with this rain." Zhan Xuexuan said. She looked at Zhao Ning and said, "When you stop here, do you notice something happening?"
Zhao Ning and others did not answer directly, but pointed directly in the direction of another mountain of soul shadows, letting them see for themselves.
Sure enough, these soul shadows are in the same situation as the previous soul mountain.
"What's going on? Could this rain be able to calm the rage and anger of these ghosts?"
The answer is obviously not like this. Master Yuanying is present and can easily detect a sense of crisis from the rain. This rain is definitely not that simple.
Zhao Ning suddenly remembered something.
"You said before that new ghosts would be born in the flowers of the other side?"
Ting Lan nodded, she paused slightly, "Just like those."
She was referring to those ghosts who had washed away the black air in the rain and huddled back into the flowers on the other side. At this moment, these ghosts seemed to have just been born, poking their heads among the petals.
Zhao Ning hesitated and said, "Could it be that these are not new students, but have all the past wiped out and start over?"
He Jie echoed Zhao Ning's statement, "Yes, there are no ghosts from the past. Their souls are blank, with no memory and no emotions. How can they be as violent as the ghosts in the underworld?"
With these two sentences, everyone suddenly understood something. At the same time, they looked up at the sky, as if looking for the source of the rain.
Feng Qingjue said leisurely, "I just said that when we reach this Jiuyou, the underworld has been crossed, and the Naihe Bridge is waiting. There is still something missing. Sure enough..."
I don’t know who responded to his words.
Just listen to one voice, "Meng Po."
The only possibility of this rain is the overturned Meng Po soup.
A bowl of Meng Po soup clears away all memories, all the past, all emotions, and everything about "me". After drinking Meng Po soup, and then walking on Naihe Bridge, what follows is Jiuyou and reincarnation.
But Jiuyou itself has been destroyed. This Meng Po definitely does not exist, but what about Meng Po Tang.
No one knows whether this thing, which has been compared to jade liquid and nectar in myths and legends, will completely disappear.
But since Meng Po was guarding the entrance to Jiuyou in ancient times, the sudden heavy rain had to be related to Meng Po Tang.
Feng Qingjue withdrew his gaze and looked at everyone, "Everyone, what do you think, let's go up there and take a look. I heard that Po Meng was on duty at the entrance to Jiuyou, and Po Meng's soup pot was set up beside the Naihe Bridge."
He Jie chuckled, "Feng Daoist friend has said so, so why not go?"
After hearing He Jie's words, everyone flew upwards in unison, plunging directly into the rain, penetrating the area shrouded in hazy black air. The situation above was still like this. Although they couldn't see the top, everyone was still there. A pavilion in the sky was seen in the first layer of black air area.
There is a large pot in the pavilion.
Everyone looked at each other, put on extreme alert, and rushed towards the pavilion.
Sure enough, when I got close to the pavilion, I saw the words "Meng Po Soup" written on the plaque of the pavilion.
It's just that the pot for making "Meng Po Soup" is a little tilted at this moment, and the soup inside is constantly spilling out. As the black air surges below, the soup gradually merges into the black air, condenses into black clouds, and finally turns into rain. Falling downward.
Li Jing held her sword and stared at the Meng Po soup, "One scoop of this Meng Po soup will make even gods and humans forget their past lives. Everyone, can you collect a scoop?"
Now that we're all here, it would be a pity not to get this scoop.
Everyone paused for a moment, fearing that there was a threat in Meng Po Pavilion, so they did not go in directly.
In the end, Li Jing went first and approached Meng Poting with his sword. Strangely, nothing unusual happened.
But when Li Jing tried to take out a ladle of Meng Po soup, he suddenly paused.
His pause made other people outside become suspicious and asked, "Fellow Daoist Li, what happened?"
But Li Jing didn't answer, he just looked at the soup pot blankly.
Everyone was shocked and thought he was possessed by something. Xiang Hongxuan and Feng Qingjue flew forward.
But unexpectedly, he was blocked outside by a sword light from Li Jing.
Xiang Hongxuan and Feng Qingjue cast spells at the same time, breaking the sword light.
Xiang Hongxuan frowned, "Fellow Daoist Li, what do you mean?"
Feng Qingjue was even more wary, "You are Li Jing now, or something."
Everyone was on guard, but fortunately, Li Jing quickly withdrew his gaze from the cauldron. He turned around slowly, looking a little dazed.
His posture was definitely not that he was possessed. Zhao Ning glanced at Ting Lan, who whispered, "I heard that you can see past lives by watching Meng Po Tang. I think it's true."
Soon, Li Jing slowly walked out of the pavilion without even taking Meng Po soup.
He said, "I just didn't know who I was for a moment. Don't be wary of me. When you see Meng Po Tangli's past life, you will also feel confused."
This made Xiang Hongxuan and Feng Qingjue less alert.
Xiang Hongxuan said, "The past life has long passed, and the only way to practice is this life. Fellow Daoist Li is so sad about the things in the past life, I am afraid that his state of mind is not clear enough."
Li Jing didn't care at all about Xiang Hongxuan's statement, and only said coldly, "Fellow Taoist Xiang, since you don't care so much, then go and have a casual look, and help each of us get a ladle of Meng Po soup." .”
These words were somewhat provocative. Xiang Hongxuan snorted and went straight to Meng Poting without saying anything.
He only glanced slightly towards the pot, and for a moment, he froze in place. His eyes were firmly fixed on the Meng Po soup. He was even more out of sorts than Li Jing. He didn't know what he saw. Everyone is pouring into Meng Po soup.
Li Jing snorted and said, "You still told me that I should rush into the past life."
But Li Jing could only say a word. He raised his hand, raised his spiritual sword slightly, went to Meng Po Pavilion, and forcefully pulled Xiang Hongxuan out.
Xiang Hongxuan devoted himself wholeheartedly to the past life reflected in Meng Po Tang, and even forgot to stop Li Jing. After letting him pull out, he stood there blankly without moving.
The few of them looked at each other, and He Jie walked over, "Boss Xiang, what did you see? Since it is a past life, just forget it."
But Xiang Hongxuan suddenly turned his head, and his gaze passed across the crowd and landed on Zhao Ning. There was horror, disbelief, and even a hint of madness in his gaze.
"What did you see?" Zhao Ning also asked.
