Resurrection of Spiritual Qi: The identity of the master of horizontal training has been exposed!

Chapter 342
"It should be fine this time."

When Qin Yang reappeared from the crack, he thought that he should not be so unlucky. . . . . . .

After all, there is one and two, there should not be over and over again.

However, what he didn't know was that sometimes misfortunes never come singly.

Qin Yang looked around and found that there were a group of ordinary ghosts around him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is no major problem.

Just as Fen Qing was about to leave, a voice rang in his ear
"Young man, let's have a bowl of Mengpo soup."

An old voice appeared near him.

After hearing this voice, Qin Yang froze instantly.Only then did I realize that I seemed to be standing on a stone bridge, and looking down along the stone bridge, I saw a river full of struggling people, terrifying and weird.

"Young man, let's have a bowl of Mengpo soup."

At this time, the old voice sounded again.

Qin Yang looked back and saw an old woman in plain clothes standing behind a wooden cart.

On top of the wooden cart, there were also many clean bowls and a pot of steaming soup.

"Here, have some soup."

The old woman stretched out her old and withered hands tremblingly in front of Qin Yang.

At this moment, the hairs all over Qin Yang's body stood on end, his heart was pounding, and even the sweat glands that had been closed for a long time leaked a little bit of sweat.

A deadly sense of crisis rose in his heart.

But he didn't dare to move, because he had a feeling that if he moved, he couldn't get away.

"That... I'm not thirsty, can I stop drinking?"

Qin Yang said with a bitter face.

At first he thought his luck was good enough, but he didn't expect it to be worse every time. Now he would rather face the group of blood gods in the blood sea than face this existence in front of him. Po Meng wants to be strong.

Because, in the legend, Meng Po is the master of the six realms of reincarnation and the incarnation of Empress Houtu.

Who is Empress Houtu?

Although Houtu Niangniang may not be as good as those top bosses.

But in terms of strength, it is almost the same as Nuwa's first-class.

The cultivation base of a sage, coupled with her status as the master of the six realms of reincarnation, allowed her to be on the same level as Patriarch Hongjun.

After all, like ancestor Hongjun, he is the existence of the master of the world.Thinking of this, Qin Yang opened his eyes to confirm.

【Name】: Houtu
[Race]: Innate Spirit
【Repair】: Unknown
I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it, the feeling is not the incarnation, but the body of Houtu.

And what is this unknown cultivation?
Could it be that Empress Empress is not a saint, or maybe even above a saint?

"Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Houtu said in a flat voice.

"If you don't drink, I won't drink if you kill me."

Qin Yang shook his head frantically.

If it was ordinary Mengpo soup, he felt that he might still be able to withstand it and not be eroded by his memory, but it was delivered by Empress Houtu herself, so he couldn't guarantee it. The power of a saint is extraordinary.

If I really drink it, I am afraid that I will really run to reincarnate.

"Don't drink? If you don't drink, you won't be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation."

"Then you won't be allowed in."

"In this case, I can only let you change places."

After speaking, Qin Yang didn't feel anything yet, and when his eyes went dark, he disappeared in place.

As soon as Qin Yang's front feet disappeared, he saw King Yan Luo walking over with a group of ghost soldiers on his back feet.

"Where is the person? I remember clearly noticing that he was here."

Yan Luowang stood on the Naihe Bridge and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone.

"Don't look at it, I've already dealt with it."

At this time, I saw a phantom walking out of Meng Po's body, which gradually solidified into a human figure.

When Yan Luowang and others saw the figure, they all knelt down on the ground.

"Meet Empress Empress."

King Yan Luo was in a cold sweat. He never imagined that Empress Houtu, who hadn't appeared for hundreds of thousands of years, would appear at this moment.

"Go ahead."

After Hou Tu finished speaking, the whole person disappeared in place.

After Houtu disappeared, it took a long time before Yan Luowang and a group of people dared to stand up.

"My lord, are we still looking for it?"

The judge on the side came up and whispered.

"Find a fart, get the hell out of here."

"But, it said above"

Yan Luo Wang didn't wait for the judge to finish speaking, he kicked up, and cursed, "The higher ups are a fart, let them just get the hell out of me."

"The underworld is not a heaven. Here, we have to say it." King Yan Luo didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that Empress Hou Tu was warning him.

However, regardless of whether it was a warning or not, now that Empress Dowager Tu appeared, it would not be easy for the saint to come.

at the same time.

In a mysterious palace somewhere in the underworld, a figure appeared.

It was the post-natives.

Dressed in a yellow dress, her face has an indescribable beauty, beautiful and kind, so beautiful that people can't help but worship her.

At this moment, Houtu was holding a clay figurine in his hand, and couldn't help chuckling, "Sister Nuwa, your human race is really interesting."

After finishing speaking, Hou Tu put away the clay figurine, and the whole person disappeared in place together with the palace, and he didn't know where he went.

At this time, Qin Yang, after a period of dizziness, finally stood firm.

When he opened his eyes and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, he fixed his eyes and saw that there was nothingness around him, as if covered with a layer of mist, and the whole space was pitch black.

"What is this place?"

Qin Yang said to himself.

At this moment, a dim figure appeared in the mist, and it became clearer and clearer.

When Qin Yang saw the opponent's entire figure clearly, his brows were immediately frowned.

"Someone is coming, someone is coming."

The dark figure kept muttering in his mouth.

"What is this place?"

Qin Yang asked with a frown.

"Jie Jie, it looks like you broke in unintentionally, no wonder, hahaha, the delicious flesh and blood is mine."

After the figure finished speaking, he rushed towards Qin Yang.

Seeing this, Qin Yang shot directly without hesitation.

At the same time, they opened their eyes and looked at each other.

【Name】: Unknown
[race]: unknown
【Repair】: Unknown
One question three don't know?

This is the first time Qin Yang has seen this kind of existence, what the hell is this.

He could at least see two-thirds of Empress Houtu, and he couldn't see any of them here.

At this time, the figure had rushed over, and Qin Yang directly slammed his palm on him.

bang!
The figure disappeared immediately, turning into fly ash.

At the same time, a stream of points entered Qin Yang's system.

Seeing this, Qin Yang comforted him a lot, as long as he has points.

Looking at it, I found that it was quite a lot, a full thousand energy points, comparable to a fairyland.

However, one thing made Qin Yang feel that something was wrong.

He found that the internal energy he consumed could not be recovered.

It seems that the rules of this space are different and isolated from the world.

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