Intercept the second disciple

Chapter 122

The Dojo of Tongtian is in chaos.

In the chaos, the energy of chaos is infinite, but the energy of chaos summoned by Tongtian is actually not much.

However, the air of chaos with a radius of one thousand meters wrapped Xu Siyuan tightly.

If there was more chaos, Xu Siyuan would not be able to bear it anymore.

These chaotic spirits are not too much, but Xu Siyuan can cultivate in the chaos today, and he will be able to re-enter the chaos in the future.

Such an opportunity is unique and difficult to replicate!

Xu Siyuan fell asleep in the chaos, with a smile on the corner of Xu Siyuan's mouth, and he didn't know whether Xu Siyuan dreamed of something or realized something.

Seeing that the Qi of Chaos could no longer hurt Xu Siyuan, Tongtian went directly to the underworld.

However, at the bridgehead, Po Meng was not seen.

Tong Tian said softly: "Since I came to the underworld, how can you be stingy to see me. Even if I am in your underworld, I can always find you if I want to look for it."

Houtu appeared on the Naihe Bridge, but with his back to Tongtian.

"The past is like a dream, a girl is a mother-in-law, it is really shameless to see you again!"

Tong Tian said softly: "In our eyes, there is no beauty or ugliness."

"I'm a girl, but I still care about my appearance!"

Tong Tian shook his head and said: "It's not that you can't see me, you feel ashamed to see the dead ancestral witch and the hundreds of millions of witches, it's just that the dead have passed away, and since you are in charge of reincarnation, you should look down on the past."

"It's not that easy, don't call me Houtu, call me Po Meng!"

Meng Po sighed softly, and finally turned around: "Master, what are you doing in the underworld today?"

"Many people thought you were dead, including, including my disciple!"

Tong Tian said softly: "But we and other saints all know about your Po Meng's existence, but do you plan to stay in the underworld forever?"

"The underworld is dark, it's hard to see the spring and autumn, the ghosts cry every day, and the ghosts cry at night, this is really not a suitable place to live!"

Houtu picked a Bianhua, and Houtu put the Bianhua on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

"In the underworld, there are also flowers blooming."

"When you see the flowers bloom, you are satisfied!"

Meng Po said softly, "I'm already very content."

Tong Tian sighed: "It's just contentment, but not happiness!"

Houtu asked: "If one day you can't lift the sword in your hand, will you feel sad in your heart? Will you still feel happy?"

"It must be sad," Tongtian replied: "If Tongtian can't hold a sword, he is not qualified to be Tongtian."

Meng Po said softly: "I am an ancestor witch, but I have lost the body of the witch clan, so there is no descendant in this world, only Meng Po."

"There will be future generations!"

Tongtian handed the drop of Pangu's blood essence to Granny Meng: "Take it, a drop of blood essence, an ancestor witch."

"If the ancestor witch returns, it will be your descendant."

For the first time, there was emotion other than indifference in Meng Po's eyes: "Where did the father's blood come from?"

"Chi You gave the heart of Pangu to Yichenzi, and Yichenzi got two drops of ancestral witch's essence from Lu Ya's hands. I got two drops of ancestral witch's blood when I shot in the chaos."

Granny Meng lowered her voice: "It's him!"

"Well, I have taught many disciples, but I have taught thousands of immortals, I think only Yichenzi has the most miserable life!"

"I still remember when I saw him in Kunlun, he was so cautious, his heart was full of fear and uneasiness!"

"After I opened my mouth to accept him as an apprentice, the smile on his face."

"That smile is very real, he is laughing that he can no longer be killed at will."

"Actually, what he wanted at first...was to live."

"It's just that I didn't expect that Yichenzi, who seems so careful, would ask the elder brother for alchemy."

"I sometimes wonder what he has gone through to be so disturbed and want to grab everything that can change his destiny."

"It's just that he wasn't so uneasy later on, but as a master, I can still see that there are worries hidden in his heart, worries about my future."

"He used to want to live for himself, but in the end what he pretended in his heart was my master and Jiejiao!"

Tongtian said softly: "So I taught Yichenzi the law, but I never asked him how to cultivate. I think he has suffered enough."

Granny Meng said softly, "Maybe he doesn't find it hard."

Tong Tian said: "But as a master, I feel distressed. The burden of my teaching's rise and fall is too heavy. Sometimes I feel that my shoulders are heavy, but he always wants to share some of it for me."

"Go to the Four Seas, go to Kunlun, go to the Wu Clan, go to the Heavenly Court... He is always busy!"

Meng Po asked: "So there is still a drop of Father God's blood for him?"

Tong Tian nodded slightly.

Meng Po smiled slightly: "He is your disciple who reaches the sky, and he has walked the way of my witch clan's body training. He is the only one in the prehistoric world who is qualified to use the blood of the father."

"Then this drop of blood essence will be given to you." Tong Tian said.

Meng Po said: "You are generous."

"It's something from your witch clan. Whether it's Meng Po or Houtu, they are all my Tongtian sisters."

"Father God left his heart to you Wu Clan when the family was separated, so now I, Tongtian, can't occupy the property of my sisters."

Tong Tian said again: "I was not able to help you during the Lich War, but this drop of blood can still help you."

Meng Po said softly: "Did you ever think about helping my witch clan during the Lich War?"

"Of course I thought about it!" Tong Tian said.

"So you Tongtian is still not strong enough," Meng Po said softly: "If you Tongtian has the strength of Father God, the general trend, cause and effect, and fate are nothing."

"You are not strong enough to reach the sky, so you should keep this drop of blood essence for yourself. After all, even if I get this drop of blood essence, I will not leave the underworld. If I do not leave the underworld, the blood essence is useless."

"Why is that?" Tong Tian asked.

Meng Po slowly said: "Our ancestors and witches made Bu Zhou fall, this is a great crime."

"Chi You and the witch clan under him are innocent, and I am the only one among the twelve ancestor witches who is still alive. I should bear the guilt."

Meng Po said seriously: "I will bear this crime on my shoulders. If the crime is not clear, I will never leave the hell!"

Tong Tian looked at Po Meng, and she was the only one alive among the Twelve Patriarchal Witches.

It must be very hard for her to bear the sins of the Wu clan alone.

Seeming to know what Tongtian was thinking, Po Meng said softly: "It's not bitter, it's really not bitter!"

Tong Tian looked at the sea of ​​blood: "Styx is not safe, if one day, I will help you."

Po Meng did not refuse.

Tong Tian said at this time: "Then I should go too, I, Tong Tian, ​​am not strong enough?"

Tong Tian walked two steps and turned back, "I still hope that one day you can walk out of the underworld."

Meng Po said indifferently: "Let's talk about it later."

Tong Tian asked: "If one day you walk out of the underworld, should you be called Po Meng or Houtu?"

Po Meng paused for a long time before replying: "That depends on whether anyone still remembers me, whether they still remember a... woman named Houtu!"

(End of this chapter)