The eight Saint Sons of the Underworld walked along this road and headed into the distance.
Lao Lang and Zhu Yan led the way, followed by Zhang Chu and other demons.
Although it was agreed upon who would be in the middle and who would be in the back, they were all very far away from each other, and they were very guarded against each other.
Not long after, Dieyi approached Zhang Chu and asked in a low voice: "Hey, why did you lie to me?"
"When did I lie to you?" Zhang Chu asked Die Yiyi.
"You are clearly not Jiang Baiyin, why are you still betting with me?" Die Yi asked.
Zhang Chuze said calmly: "I never said that I was Jiang Baiyin. It was obviously your wishful thinking that I was Jiang Baiyin."
Dieyi frowned slightly and recalled the past fight with Zhang Chu. Indeed, the other party never said that he was Jiang Baiyin.
So Die Yiyi said: "So, Jiang Baiyin's rattan armor was snatched away by you?"
"A gift from a friend." Zhang Chu said casually.
Die Yiyi looked strange: "Are you and Jiang Baiyin friends?"
Zhang Chu smiled and did not answer.
"What's your name?" Dieyi asked again and again.
"Zhang Chu."
Dieyi nodded: "Zhang Chu? I remember you, our bet..."
"If you want to violate the bet, you will bear the consequences yourself." Zhang Chu interrupted Die Yiyi.
Die Yiyi's expression froze and he did not dare to mention the bet again.
At the same time, Die Yi gritted his teeth, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Zhang Chu deserved a beating.
Zhang Chuze stopped talking and kept walking forward.
Of course, Zhang Chu's mind has been paying attention to Yaoyao, nephew Xiaoyi, and Gu Diao.
After all, these three things all died in Zhang Chu's hands. It was really weird for them to appear again.
What's even weirder is that Zhang Chu feels that they don't seem to be in a soul state. They all have tremendous energy and blood and good fighting ability.
Obviously, Die Yiyi also discovered something was wrong. At this moment, Die Yiyi approached Zhang Chu again, almost shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Chu.
"Hey, have you noticed that something's not right with my nephew?" Dieyi asked.
She didn't know that Gu Diao and Yao Yao had been killed by Zhang Chu, but she knew clearly that her nephew had been killed by Zhang Chu. Therefore, Die Yiyi's main thoughts fell on his nephew.
Zhang Chu also asked in a low voice: "What did you find?"
"Its footprints are wrong." Die Yiyi said.
Zhang Chu looked at his nephew's footprints. Because the ground was very hard, the footprints were very shallow and almost invisible.
Even after most creatures walked across the earth, their footprints quickly disappeared and they were unable to leave any footprints on the path.
However, when Zhang Chu observed carefully, he discovered that nephew Xiao's footprints were actually backwards!
The nephew was clearly walking forward with his head in front, but the footprints on the ground seemed to be walking backwards with his butt in front.
So, Zhang Chu looked at several other creatures.
Sure enough, there are problems with the footprints of Yaoyao and Gu Diao.
Even Zhu Yan's footprints were backwards.
At this moment, Die Yiyi was a little distressed: "But the problem is, not only the footprints of my nephew are wrong, but also the footprints of several others are reversed. I'm afraid, we can't judge the problem just by the footprints."
Zhang Chuze suddenly realized that these guys with backward footprints were probably dead, but Dieyi didn't know it.
At this moment, Lao Lang and Zhu Yan, who were leading the way, stopped.
"There is a bridge ahead, and there is an old human woman at the end of the bridge." Old Wolf said.
Of course Zhang Chu and the others also saw the bridge. From a long distance away, Zhang Chu gasped.
The old woman was standing by the bridge holding an ancient bowl, as if waiting for everyone.
"Naihe Bridge, Po Meng!" Zhang Chu was surprised. Then the bowl in Po Meng's hand was not the bowl that Xuan Kong was thinking about?
The old wolf asked: "Want to go there?"
Yaozhu snorted: "Nonsense! But that bridge, how can we go to the underworld?"
Yaoyao said: "Go ahead, if you dare to block the road, kill!"
Lao Lang and Zhu Yan walked toward the bridge. When they approached the bridge, Lao Lang suddenly said, "No, my power has been suppressed!"
Zhu Yan's huge body even turned into the size of an ordinary ape. It also looked ugly: "My power has also been suppressed!"
It can be seen that Yaoyao's hill-like body has shrunk to the size of an ordinary wolf, and Nephew has shrunk to the size of a fox, including Yongzhu, who has also become as tall as an ordinary adult.
The power of several monsters was actually suppressed.
Zhang Chu also felt an obscure aura pressing down on him. Zhang Chu did not resist and allowed the aura to fall.
The spiritual power fluctuations in his body were originally very weak, and after being suppressed, he did not feel anything abnormal.
Moreover, Zhang Chu had a feeling that if he didn't want to be suppressed, he could break away at any time and regain his strength at any time.
"It seems that the laws of this place cannot be resisted." Yaozhu said.
When the old wolf heard this, he felt relieved and said: "Now that we are here, there is no way out, let's go."
With that said, Lao Lang took the lead and walked towards Naihe Bridge.
As soon as we approached the bridge, the old lady at the head of the bridge said: "Come on, come on, get on this bridge, drink this bowl of soup, and forget about the past, then you can enter that section of the road..."
With that said, Po Meng handed the bowl of soup to the old wolf.
The old wolf only smelled the Meng Po soup and was immediately surprised: "Huh? Good stuff!"
Then, the old wolf drank it all without hesitation!
It can be seen that after swallowing this bowl of Meng Po soup, the pale fur on the old wolf's body began to turn green, as if this bowl of soup made the old wolf a hundred years younger!
At the same time, the old wolf's momentum became more terrifying, and the power to suppress it disappeared.
The old wolf felt the changes in himself. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the other seven Holy Sons of Hell with a fierce look.
"Hehe, while you guys are down, why not..." A ferocious thought arose in the old wolf's heart.
But the next moment, Po Meng suddenly slapped the old wolf directly in the face.
Boom, the old wolf fell far away, rolled several times, and became disgraced.
At this time, Lao Lang didn't dare to have any other ideas.
The second person to drink soup was Zhu Yan.
Zhu Yan's reaction was completely different from that of the old wolf. When he saw Po Meng's bowl of soup, he panicked. He backed away quickly and shook his head: "No, this is poison. I won't drink it. I won't drink it!"
But Po Meng said calmly: "When you go to Naihe Bridge, there is no reason to regret it. Come on, drink this bowl of soup, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and forget about the past."
Po Meng seemed to have a strange power that made it impossible for Zhu Yan to escape.
At this moment, Zhu Yan seemed to be controlled by invisible hands and came to Po Meng.
Zhu Yan looked horrified, kept screaming, and was very resistant to Meng Po Soup.
But Po Meng was holding an old bowl, and the soup in the bowl poured into Zhu Yan's mouth.
At this moment, the other remaining Saint Sons of Ming looked at Zhu Yan nervously.
"Did it find something? Why is it so resistant to that bowl of soup?" Dieyi said in a low voice.
The fur on the nephew's body also stood up, and he exclaimed: "I also feel something is wrong. That bowl of soup is not a good thing."
Yaozhu said without hesitation: "If you don't want to drink, let's go over together."
Although he said this, no one took action. Now, all living beings want to see what Zhu Yan will become if he drinks this bowl of soup.
It can be seen that after Zhu Yan drank the bowl of soup, he calmed down. His eyes became dull and his facial expression became completely stiff. He looked as if he had turned into a fool.
At this moment, Po Meng pointed to the distance: "Go, go, the depths of reincarnation are your destination..."
Zhu Yan walked blankly in the direction pointed by Meng Po. It walked very slowly, like a zombie, completely without its own thoughts.
Zhang Chu was shocked. This is Meng Po soup. After drinking it, Meng Po soup can make people forget all their memories.
"Could it be said that this Meng Po Soup is useless to the truly living Holy Son of Ming? It is even a blessing to the Holy Son of Ming who has flesh and blood. But it is a disaster for the somewhat weird Holy Son of Ming who has died once?" Zhang Chu guessed this in his mind.
Sure enough, Meng Po Tang's turn came to Yao Yao and Gu Diao.
As soon as these two guys approached Po Meng, they screamed instinctively.
Gu Diao turned around and ran away, but Po Meng just sighed softly: "Oh, there is no way out on this road to hell, where can I run to?"
Gu Diao was instantly controlled by the bridge and could not move.
Yaoyao and Gu Diao opened their mouths and were forced to drink a bowl of soup by Po Meng. The two things immediately became sluggish and followed Zhu Yan's footsteps.
"Sure enough, Holy Son Ming, who has already died once, was eliminated here." Zhang Chu thought in his heart.
At the same time, Zhang Chu understood that to open that road, eight Holy Sons of the Underworld were indeed needed. Even the dead Holy Sons of the Underworld must be resurrected to help everyone work. After finishing the work, they would die again.
Then, the little nephew was also sent away.
Meng Po Soup It was Die Yiyi's turn. Die Yiyi was very calm. After drinking the bowl of soup, her strength suddenly increased and her momentum changed drastically.
However, Die Yiyi did not make trouble, but walked forward directly. There seemed to be something attracting her in the distance.
In the end, only Yaozhu and Zhang Chu were left at the scene.
At this time, Yaozhu said: "You go first."
Zhang Chu smiled and said: "You go first."
"You go!" Yaozhu was very insistent. When he thought about it, whoever went first would prove that he was weak and had the taste of "taste of poison".
At this time, Zhang Chu said: "I'm afraid that if I drink Meng Po soup first, it won't be your turn."
"What?" Yuzhu didn't understand what Zhang Chu meant.
Zhang Chu didn't even explain, he came to Naihe Bridge generously and looked at Po Meng's bowl.
"Is this the human bowl? The bowl that this boy Xuankong has been thinking about..." Zhang Chu's eyes were fiery.
As for the Meng Po soup in the bowl, Zhang Chu felt speechless. It was obviously a bowl of ordinary cold water, but Zhang Chu couldn't feel any medicinal power in it.
At this time, Meng Po said: "Young man, come, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and walk on the road to hell."
With that said, Po Meng put the bowl to Zhang Chu's mouth.
But Zhang Chu suddenly reached out and grabbed Po Meng's bowl.
? ? ?
Po Meng was stunned for a moment, a little confused, because since ancient times, any living thing on the bridge needs to be fed soup by her own hands, and no one in her species can catch her bowl with her hands.
But now, this young man actually grabbed her bowl.
"Let go." Po Meng said softly, and at the same time, a mysterious force acted on Zhang Chu's hand.
However, Po Meng wanted to take the bowl back, but found that the bowl did not move at all.
