Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 457 Crossing the Styx

Fan Zhuoyuan confused the boatman, so he had to support the boat by himself.

This is not a big problem. It is the same as rowing a bamboo raft. When leaving the shore, use your strength to paddle a long way, and then use a paddle. After all, the flow of Huangquan water is very gentle.

It is also impossible to have any natural disasters with high winds and rough waves, after all, Huangquan is a mysterious existence that cannot even be blown by the wind.

Fan Zhuoyuan sat at the stern and paddled, admiring the amusing performance of the boatman after he took off his clothes and pants.

When he came to the center of the water surface of the Yellow Spring, a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly struck, and Fan Zhuoyuan quickly raised his head.

I saw three women wearing bronze masks and ancient costumes floating above the Yellow Spring where all the power of laws could not fly.

The bronze masks covered all the expressions on their faces, and seemed to be integrated with their heads, so they couldn't even see their eyes, but this didn't seem to affect their vision.

The three women first glanced at Fan Zhuoyuan, then at the boatman who was doing ridiculous things against the air, and couldn't help but groaned in unison.

Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly remembered the matter of Huangquan river patrol mentioned by the boatman to him, could this be the river patrol person?
The leading woman waved her sleeves towards the boatman, and suddenly, in the boatman's hallucination, all the delicate beauties who were fiercely attacking in his arms turned into carrion corpses, and maggots crawled in and out from the charming face , the smooth and delicate skin all turned into inelastic gray, and the skin fell off to reveal the flesh and blood inside.

As if to prove her words, the Huangquan River in the distance flew into the air, forming tens of hundreds of figures of Meng Po around Fan Zhuoyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan's expression was dignified, he transformed into a dragon's body with the body of Yuanshen, and the phenomena of heaven and earth became huge, but the underworld seemed to grow with his size, including the countless Meng Po.

As soon as the words fell, a spiritual pressure directly pushed him away from the wooden boat, without even a trace of struggle, and sank directly into the underworld.

Suddenly, surrounding his boat, the surrounding river water gradually gathered in the air, turning into ten almost identical Meng Pos wearing bronze masks and appearing in front of him.

Fan Zhuoyuan slapped the river with his palm, and the river was rippling, but it was not affected too much. The true energy he emitted was directly swallowed by Huang Quan.

At the same time, he raised his head and noticed the three women floating in mid-air, and immediately turned pale and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at all this with his arms folded, and shook his head slightly, "How strong do I think..."

His claws turned into dragon claws, Yinglong's aura burst out, and the spiritual pressure exerted by the three Meng Pos was dissipated in one stroke, and the vortex dissipated for a while.

The leader Meng Po smiled and said, "You will never like the feeling of being gradually swallowed up by the cold air at the bottom of the Yellow Spring. The pain is long and lasting, and it is ten thousand times more terrifying than Ling Chi, the cruelest punishment in the world."

Looking around with blank eyes, he was suddenly dismayed, and found that he had already come to the heart of the river away from the river bank.

Po Meng flew higher and higher, and said: "You only rely on this tiny ferry, but I only need one wave to capsize it!"

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at this scene in surprise, and saw ten Meng Granny laughing in unison.

He used the style of catching a dragon, and sucked the three Meng Pos into his palm.

"Lonely and wild ghosts who do not obey the rules can only be transformed into a spiritual fetus by Huangquan, and they can only enter reincarnation after undergoing transformation from the underworld."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly noticed a strange change in the cold aura above Huangquan, which seemed to be gradually gathering and forming.

The boatman looked desperate, and looked back at Fan Zhuoyuan, "You used magic tricks to trick me! You killed me this time! You will die too!"

Since the trend of the boat entering the vortex cannot be stopped, try to attack the caster.

Looking around, nothing seemed to have changed except for the smaller boat underfoot.

Fan Zhuoyuan stood up, falling into hell is not a joke, of course he can't sit still and wait for death.

As he said that, huge waves surged up on the water, pushing them from a distance like a mountain, and directly covering Fan Zhuoyuan's forehead like an earth-shaking one!

And the blood flowing out of his veins is dead blood, it is this yellow spring that runs through the entire underworld, and is the end of all things.

"Hmph, above the underworld, even if Yama of the Ten Palaces comes, he still has to give us a little bit!"

This momentary change has a full impact even to the ghost, and the boatman was so frightened that he backed away and fell on the boat.

"I'm afraid you don't know a secret, that is, Po Meng is Huang Quan, and Huang Quan is also Po Meng! You think Po Meng is just the one who feeds the wandering soul soup on the Naihe Bridge, but Po Meng is actually the whole of Huang Quan!
If you defeat three, ten will appear immediately, and if you defeat these ten again, a hundred will appear from the river! "

Po Meng's strength is definitely not weak in the underworld, but facing the suppression of Fan Zhuoyuan's absolute strength, she has no resistance at all, and can only be sucked away by her palms.

The calm Huangquan suddenly became turbulent, spinning rapidly beside Fan Zhuoyuan's boat, and gradually converging into a vortex with strong suction.

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "Are you Po Meng?"

The three Granny Meng died, and the turmoil in the entire underworld immediately subsided.

"Mengpo Fairy! The little one was deceived by people using magic. It is really a crime. It seems that the little one was unintentional. Please forgive the little one this time."

"It's useless, the blood flowing out of Pangu's artery is for blood, turning into rivers, lakes and oceans, nourishing and nurturing all things.

Although your cultivation base is strong, all the spiritual energy released must be absorbed and assimilated by the dead energy in the underworld, so you can only accept this final outcome. "

The three Meng granny spread out and opened their sleeves, and Fan Zhuoyuan realized that their sleeves were empty, as if they had no arms at all.

Fan Zhuoyuan smiled and said, "In that case, why don't you guys do it now? It's not because you're bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, so you've been persuaded."

Fan Zhuoyuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I thought that I would sink to the bottom of the Yellow Spring for the rest of my life and not be reborn. In this case, it would be no different from drinking your soup before going on the road."

Then Fan Zhuoyuan struck out with both palms, instantly beating the three Meng Granny until they vanished into thin air, and the aura on their bodies dissipated invisible only in this instant.

The lady Meng on the left sneered, "You don't need to say anything, we always follow the rules and don't listen to explanations."

However, he managed to use Yinglong's dragon's breath to forge a layer of ice to support him standing on the river, but he still had to sink into the Yellow Spring along with the ice layer, and he couldn't fly at all.

The shrill smiles of the Meng women came from all around, "It's useless, accept your fate, here the gods will bow their heads for it, and the demon king will retreat for it, the power hidden in Huangquan is one of the laws of Pangu, the creator god. Power is above all laws!"

Fan Zhuoyuan turned into a human form and landed on the boat. However, the boat had already been destroyed by Po Meng at this time, and it was scattered everywhere. He could only step on a wooden board that would never sink, and looked up. Look at hundreds of Meng Po.

"That's not necessarily the case, what if Pangu's law is against his law!"

(End of this chapter)