Po Meng found that the bowl in her hand could not be withdrawn, and she immediately raised her head and looked at Zhang Chu.
Zhang Chu saw Po Meng's face clearly, an old face full of vicissitudes of time, as if she had suffered all the hardships in the world.
Zhang Chu smiled brightly and sunnyly at Granny Meng: "I have grown up and I am not used to others feeding me. I will do it myself."
Po Meng said softly: "Young man, when you get on this bridge, you must abide by my rules. I will feed you."
Zhang Chu shook his head: "You are wrong. You should abide by my rules here. I am the god of this world."
At this moment, Zhang Chu's body released a little bit of the aura of the Great Law.
Po Meng felt the aura on Zhang Chu's body and suddenly panicked. She grabbed the bowl back with all her strength: "Give it to me!"
But with a thought in Zhang Chu’s mind, the Law of the Great Dao directly acted on Po Meng’s hands: “Let go!”
At the same time, Zhang Chu used a little force and snatched Po Meng's bowl away.
"How dare you!" Po Meng was shocked.
She has been here for countless years, and no one has ever dared to take her bowl.
Of course, no one can stand up to her on this bridge.
In the past, she had encountered some thorns, but as long as she was on the bridge, she was always honest and could not be her opponent.
But now, Zhang Chu actually snatched her bowl away.
Zhang Chu took a look at the soup in the bowl and felt that it was just ordinary cold water, which was neither a threat nor any benefit to him.
"What broken bowl? Xuankong wonders what this thing is doing..." So, Zhang Chu poured the cold water in the bowl onto the ground.
Po Meng immediately exclaimed: "What are you doing? How dare you pour the soup away!"
Zhang Chu stretched out his hand and moved lightly towards the ground, and two stones came into Zhang Chu's hands.
Zhang Chu stuffed Po Meng's bowl into his arms, and used the power of the Great Law to turn the two stones in his hands into two bowls.
One gold and one silver.
At this time, Zhang Chu placed two bowls in front of Granny Meng and asked her to choose: "Grandma Meng, which of these two bowls is yours?"
Po Meng said angrily: "Go away, neither of these two is mine!"
"No, this is yours!" Zhang Chu gave the golden bowl to Granny Meng.
Po Meng was angry and slapped Zhang Chu.
Originally, Po Meng spanked the old wolf as easily as she spanked a child.
However, facing Zhang Chu, her palm was moving in the void, as if it were inside sticky asphalt, and she couldn't pull it out.
At this time, Zhang Chu chuckled and put the silver bowl into Po Meng's arms: "Exchange one for two, and you still made a profit."
Then, Zhang Chu strode across the Naihe Bridge and walked forward.
Yaozhu, who was following Zhang Chu, was stunned. What Zhang Chu did was completely seen in its eyes.
It originally planned to watch the joke, but the final result made its eyes explode.
What is this operation? Someone asked you to finish the soup, but you snatched their bowl?
No wonder Zhang Chu said that he would be late and might not have any soup to drink. Human beings like emotions are not good people. He had already made up his mind to grab the bowl.
However, at this moment, the void in front of Zhang Chu suddenly distorted, and a huge humanoid monster that looked like a judge blocked Zhang Chu's way.
The judge looked like a giant, with one calf taller than Zhang Chu. He was wearing a solemn official robe and an official hat, his head lowered, and his voice boomed: "Stop!"
Zhang Chu's heart moved and he stopped.
At this time, Zhang Chu raised his head and looked at the judge, not afraid in his heart, because when the bronze sword hilt appeared, a judge had appeared and wanted to interfere with the bronze sword hilt, but was instantly erased.
If the judge now dares to take action against Zhang Chu, even if Zhang Chu does not take action, the judge may not benefit.
However, the judge did not take action, but asked: "What's the disturbance?"
Po Meng hurriedly shouted: "Sir, this person is so bold that he actually stole my bowl of love. I don't know what he wants."
The judge looked at Zhang Chu: "Is this serious?"
Zhang Chu knows that such a high-ranking person is blind in both eyes and heart, and can be easily deceived by big money.
So, Zhang Chu took out five large bills from his arms and handed them directly to the judge: "Judge, this is my complaint. Please take a look at it."
The judge looked solemn and had a majestic posture. He reached out to take the big money, looked at it very seriously for a while, and finally said solemnly: "That's it! Po Meng, don't you have two bowls in your hand? What are you still making a fuss about?"
Po Meng shouted: "These two bowls are not mine!"
"It's not yours, why do you have to hold it in your hand?" The judge seemed to be angry, and there was an air of majesty and inviolability in his voice.
Mother Meng was so frightened that she hurriedly defended herself: "Judge, he forced this bowl onto me. My bowl is in his arms."
Zhang Chu hurriedly said: "In my arms, it is my bowl, are you right?"
The judge nodded immediately: "That makes sense!"
Mrs. Meng was still unwilling to give in. She shouted: "Your Majesty Judge, you are aware that the bowl in his arms has the character Meng on it. That is my surname, and I carved it on it."
The judge was very surprised: "Why did you carve your last name on his bowl?"
When asked this question, even Zhang Chu was confused, let alone Meng Po and Yao Zhu.
At this moment, Zhang Chu wanted to ask loudly: Is this the role of big money?
But Po Meng collapsed completely and burst into tears: "Oh my God, is there any justice or justice in this world?"
The judge hummed: "Meng Po, do your job well. The gold and silver bowls can also fill you with Meng Po's soup. Why do you need the true love bowl? It's just a bowl. Don't be pretentious. If you are not qualified for this job, I can call Po Wang and Po Li to do it."
When Po Meng heard this, she hurriedly said: "Sir, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will use this gold and silver bowl to make people forget their troubles and sorrows."
The judge left.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old wolf turned around and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
There were no longer any obstacles in front of Zhang Chu. He crossed the Naihe Bridge, and a winding road appeared under his feet, leading to the distance.
So, Zhang Chu continued to move forward along this road.
Behind Zhang Chu, Yaozhu was a little dumbfounded. Although Meng Po was beaten by the judge and let her continue to share Meng Po soup here, Meng Po soup was gone...
"You go." Mrs. Meng said frustrated.
Yaozhu took a few steps forward, felt something was wrong, and came back again.
It said: "No, my strength has been completely suppressed. If I just walk over like this, I will have no power at all and will be killed."
Meng Po said with a straight face: "Whether you have strength or whether you will be killed has nothing to do with me. That Meng Po soup is generated by itself from the bowl. I have lost my bowl. What should I feed it with?" you?"
Yaoshu became numb on the spot, and said angrily: "How could you lose the bowl?"
"Am I willing to lose it?" Po Meng asked.
"Then what should I do?" Yaozhu asked.
Po Meng said coldly: "Go find the person who snatched my bowl and ask him to reward you with a bowl of soup."
Yaozhu's expression changed for a while. Did he go to that human to ask for soup? I'm afraid I'm not going to deliver soup to that human being...
Although Ying Zhu doesn't understand Zhang Chu's character, in fact, all the Ming Shengzi are in a competitive relationship. Thinking about it from his perspective, if Zhang Chu loses his power and asks himself for something to restore his strength... then Ying Zhu will definitely get it in one bite. Zhang Chu ate it.
So, Yaozhu stood on the Naihe Bridge and refused to leave.
"Why aren't you going?" Po Meng asked Yaozhu.
"You can't leave without drinking soup. This is the rule." Yaozhu said.
"I don't have any soup here."
"Then I won't leave. You can't drive me away anyway." Yaozhu made up his mind. He would rather not go to hell than die without any strength.
But at this moment, a young man's voice came: "Yao Zhu, come with me, accept me as your master, and let's hunt down those Saint Sons of the Underworld."
Yaozhu's neck stiffened, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
It's Jiang Baiyin!
At this moment, Jiang Baiyin walked out of the darkness in the distance. His whole body was glowing with green light, and his powerful aura was blooming. Along the way, clumps of weeds sprouted on the ground.
"Jiang Baiyin!" Yaozhu actually knew him.
Jiang Baiyin smiled slightly: "Yes, it's me."
At this moment, there was a confident and evil smile on Jiang Baiyin's face: "Come with me, overturn the road to hell, break the rotten rules, kill the Holy Son of Ming, and seize the hell."
"What are you talking about?" Yaozhu stared at Jiang Baiyin, filled with confusion.
Jiang Baiyin walked towards Yaozhu step by step, and he said in a rather mocking tone:
"It's really biased. The Huangquan Road requires eight Holy Sons of the Underworld to open it together. People who are not the Holy Sons of the Underworld are not even qualified to enter."
But then, Jiang Baiyin sneered: "I am not the Holy Son of Hell, but so what?"
"If God doesn't give it to me, then I'll take it myself!"
At this moment, Jiang Baiyin had a powerful aura about him. He stared at Yaozhu and said, "I am not the Holy Son of the Underworld, but I am better than each of you, the Holy Son of the Underworld, no, I am better than all of you. powerful!"
It can be seen that behind Jiang Baiyin's head, a mysterious egg is rising and falling, as if there is an aura of the beginning of the world constantly emerging.
"Accept me as your master, and I will take you to witness the true underworld." Jiang Baiyin's calm tone revealed endless confidence.
It seems that Jiang Baiyin is the protagonist of this era, and all other people and monsters are just stepping stones for him.
Yao Zhu was extremely frightened. If Yao Zhu's strength recovered, it would never be afraid of Jiang Baiyin, and would even crush Jiang Baiyin with one kick.
But it's different now. Not only is Yaozhu's strength suppressed, but it's even the height of a person. It's no match for Jiang Baiyin.
But Yaozhao has its own pride, so how could it recognize Jiang Baiyin as its master.
"Go by yourself. I'm tired. I want to rest here and stop fighting for the underworld." Yaozhu said.
Jiang Baiyin smiled: "Yao Zhu, I give you two choices, either come with me, or I will kill you now and use your blood to carve a way to hell."
