Chapter 2439 Po Meng
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Buzz!
The moment Han Yang stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, the dizzying feeling came over him again.
However, Han Yang at this time is no longer the Han Yang who first entered the underworld last time.
After being promoted to the Third Realm of Emperors, Han Yang's strength reached an unprecedented level of terror.
"break!"
Holding Tie Qingshu's hand with one hand, Han Yang shouted the word "broken" in his mouth.
The power that swept over Han Yang last time and made him confused was broken by Han Yang's words.
The next moment, Han Yang saw with his own eyes a film of light emerging from Tie Qingshu's side.
The last time he stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, when Han Yang opened his eyes, the remnant soul of Tie Qingshu had disappeared without a trace.
That ray of light blocked between the two of them.
Han Yang didn't even notice how the light film appeared at the time.
This time, he finally knew where the light film came from. It actually rose from the Naihe Bridge.
Han Yang stepped forward with one foot with cold eyes and stepped hard on the light film that had just risen.
Click!
A shattering sound sounded.
The last time, the light film that could not be broken despite all his efforts and required Han Yang to use Xiao Huangquan Technique was crushed by Han Yang's foot.
This is the terrifying power brought by absolute strength.
"Huh?"
The once familiar voice sounded for the second time.
Immediately afterwards, a strange shock force was transmitted to Han Yang's soul.
"The soul cannot enter the underworld!"
The voice was still full of incredible majesty, as if the will of heaven was roaring.
"Who can stop me!"
Unlike the last time when he had no resistance, Han Yang chose to resist the underworld and heaven this time!
Boom!
Shinto Dharma of the past!
The future will have no form of Dharma!
The two gods merged into one, turning into Han Yang's peak power.
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded on Naihe Bridge.
The sound of the mirror shattering was heard.
The next moment, a shrill wail came from the Naihe Bridge.
"ah……"
With the screams, something seemed to be broken by Han Yang, and the space around the Naihe Bridge became distorted.
A vague figure appeared on Naihe Bridge.
This figure is just dressed as an ordinary peasant woman.
One hand was slashed with blood by Han Yang's Qianye Fairy Sword.
The dry and thin face was full of incredible shock.
"There is no conflict between life and death! How could you hurt me..."
The old woman roared at Han Yang.
Before Han Yang could take a closer look, Naihe Bridge became blurry again.
It was as if something had swallowed up the old woman.
Han Yang's heart moved and he thought of a possibility.
He is no longer Wu Xia Amon.
During such a long time in the Immortal Palace, he had read many classics about the underworld through his identity as Qing Alchemist.
Among them is the relevant introduction to Naihe Bridge.
Legend has it that there is a Sanguan Yin God on Naihe Bridge, named Meng Po.
A large pot was set up at the end of Naihe Bridge to refine the thoughts that the world could not let go into Meng Po soup for the ghosts to drink.
After the ghost drinks Meng Po soup, he will forget the love and hatred in his life, shed the burden of his previous life, and enter another reincarnation.
Han Yang originally thought that this legend was nonsense, but he didn't expect to see someone suspected of being Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge.
"If the legend about the underworld in the immortal world is true, then..."
Han Yang's eyes flickered as he recalled the previous image of the old woman.
really!
The old woman seemed to be holding a broken bowl full of holes in her hands!
Is it really filled with Meng Po soup that can make people forget their past lives?
But if this is really the case, then nine
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What happened to the reincarnation?
He was reborn in nine lifetimes, but he still carried the memories of his previous lifetimes.
Didn't his dead soul drink Meng Po soup when passing through Naihe Bridge?
It's a pity that even Han Yang has no memory of the ghost entering the underworld after death, so he naturally has no way of knowing the truth.
However, this time is a good opportunity to observe.
Just when Han Yang took action to fight off the old woman who was suspected of being Mrs. Meng, Tie Qingshu had already set foot on the Wangxiang Terrace again.
Memories of the past emerged in front of the Wangxiang Terrace.
With the previous experience, Han Yang would naturally not let Tie Qingshu's memory slip away like this.
boom!
Han Yang took action and used two dharma images to form a light film, guarding Tie Qingshu's remaining soul within it.
The joy at the corner of Tie Qingshu's remnant soul's mouth suddenly stopped and turned into confusion again. ..
Buzz!
Buzz!
At this time, two rays of light came from the sky and flew towards Tie Qingshu's remaining soul.
It is Tie Qingshu’s soul.
Seeing that Tie Qingshu's soul was about to return to its remnant state, the old woman's strange voice sounded again.
"Bold! Do you know what kind of crime it is to disturb the order of the underworld?"
"Quack!"
Before the old woman could finish her sentence, Han Yang slashed at her with his sword again.
This time, the old woman was obviously prepared.
clang!
With a crisp sound, ripples surged.
The space of Naihe Bridge is folded layer by layer, surging like ripples on water.
The blurry figure of the old woman reappeared.
She actually blocked Han Yang's Qianye Sword with the broken bowl in her hand.
But he only resisted for a moment.
Boom!
Unimaginable power suddenly erupted from the sword's edge.
Violently shaking the space.
There was another gap in the broken bowl in the old woman's hand.
The old woman spat out a mouthful of black blood and staggered back.
When the old woman retreated, the space around her became blurry again, swallowing her up without a trace.
Poof!
At this time, Tie Qingshu's two souls have returned and entered Tie Qingshu's remaining soul.
Tie Qingshu's remnant soul's expression became much more alert.
One soul and three souls!
Tie Qingshu's remnant soul initially regained some humanity.
She pursed her red lips, as if she wanted to say something to Han Yang, but her eyes quickly became confused and she didn't say anything.
"No rush, let's wait until you fully recover..."
Han Yang comforted him with a smile.
Not sure if he understood Han Yang's words, Tie Qingshu's remnant soul became quiet.
Buzz!
From outside the sky, two rays of light shot towards Naihe Bridge again.
This time, it’s actually one soul!
Han Yang was overjoyed.
The soul controls the body, and the soul controls the soul.
If the two souls can return, even if Tie Qingshu cannot be completely resurrected, he can still survive in an undead state and restore most of his memory and humanity.
"If you dare to come to the underworld to rob the ghosts, you are seeking death!"
The old woman's voice sounded again.
Unlike the previous two times, which were full of majesty, this time the roar was full of anger.
boom!
The space ripples.
The old woman appears for the third time.
This time, she was dragging the broken bowl with one hand and carrying a black pot with the other, full of murderous intent.
Han Yang's mouth twitched slightly.
Blame?
Could that be the pot where Po Meng's soup was cooked?
Before the thought could come to an end, the old woman had already picked up the blame and threw it at Han Yang.
For some reason, Han Yang always had a strange feeling when he faced this old woman who looked like Mrs. Meng several times.
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What is it?
The moment the black pot fell down, a thought flashed through Han Yang's mind like lightning.
"This old woman doesn't know martial arts!"
That's right!
When he climbed onto the Naihe Bridge for the first time, he easily defeated Han Yang.
This time, the old woman blocked Han Yang's powerful attack, and she did not use any martial arts from beginning to end.
It seemed like he was just smashing it with brute force.
this……
Han Yang felt weird and decided to test it out.
This time Han Yang did not choose to fight head-on, but used a force-relieving technique in martial arts.
The effect was beyond Han Yang's expectation.
The old woman who charged forward fiercely seemed to have never seen such a wonderful force-relieving technique. She was actually pulled by Han Yang's sword edge, staggered, and fell into the Wangchuan River with a thud.
