Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"It's okay." Xia Yan glanced at the other girl. There is no way. Xia Yan is also a man. Although the most important thing now is to find a way to deal with the catastrophe, but encountering a pretty girl does not prevent Xia Yan from seeing others. The same.

And Xia Yan definitely didn't look at it secretly, he just wanted to look upright.

Then he turned around and took Lingbao Tianzun and others on Huangquan Road.

Before leaving, he waved back.

"Girl, you are very pretty, smile more in the future, it's beautiful."

...

"Miss, people have gone far."

The scene was very quiet for a time, Xia Yan and others disappeared on Huangquan Road, but the people in front of Huangquan Road did not react at all.

Because the people in the sedan did not make a sound.

The only remaining big Luo Jinxian old man secretly glanced at the position of the sedan chair window, vaguely, he seemed to see his own lady smiling stupidly.

Ok?

Not only did he not get angry when he was slaughtered, but he also laughed? ?

Miss has a fever, right...

The old man couldn't help but reminded him, otherwise, he couldn't stand here forever.

When Lin Yin heard this, she woke up immediately. She smiled slightly and said to herself: "Funny guy, I have never met such a person in so many years."

"He said I'm beautiful?"

"Smile beautiful?"

This seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be asking people.

But no one dared to answer the conversation, because fools could hear Miss Weijia say this, but she didn’t want people to answer the conversation and flatter...

After a long time, another voice came from the sedan chair.

"By the way, the dragon robe he wore seems to be the costume of the Daxia imperial clan. Didn't we receive a message earlier that a certain emperor from the Daxia imperial clan died in this ancient city."

"I think that old emperor uncle should have been killed by him."

"What does miss mean?"

"Let the Daxia royal family who came here shut up, this matter doesn't have to be passed on to the ears of Da Luotian's Daxia royal family."

"understand……"

The hearts of everyone present suddenly chilled.

Don't look at Lin Yin as fragile, her face is much paler than normal, but her name is absolutely loud in the Daluo Heaven.

...

"Master, old cow, I think that little girl is a bit interesting to you, Master."

"Yes, yes, hehe, Nezha also thinks that beautiful young lady has a good impression of you, the master."

"Well, Nezha is right. Otherwise, if we kill someone, they will not only blame them, but also apologize. This must be a thought for the owner." Yuzao touched his chin and said.

Tathagata Buddha smiled and said nothing.

The monkey blinked, and said cheerfully, "That's not it, the owner is wise and martial, vigorous, talented, handsome, and good-sounding. If my grandson is a woman, then he must have fallen in love long ago. Master."

"Monkey wait a minute, shave your hair first, you are still a woman, it's not an old brother, I say you, virtuous brother, you have become a female monkey, that is only suitable for male monkeys to appreciate."

"Huh? Big brother doesn't like hairy ones? My grandson thinks hairy ones have a smell."

"There is a smell, the smell is quite heavy..."

All the way along Huangquan Road towards the ancient city, there are a few live treasures chatting and farting, which is not boring.

It's just that they have this thought, but Xia Yan is always paying attention to the surrounding movement.

Now he only has 50% control of the Netherworld Palace. Although he is not at the mercy of the little mouse in the gutter, Xia Yan still feels that he should be more cautious. Otherwise, something might happen. trouble.

However, taking Huangquan Road along the way is extremely quiet.

When Xia Yan and the others walked to a bridge, underneath it was a dim yellow river that cut across the ground, Xia Yan knew that they had come to the Naihe Bridge.

But the yellow spring water under the bridge, immortals can't pass, Daluo will always sink to the bottom of the river when he falls, and he can't die again.

And the only thing that can pass through the Yellow Spring is the Naihe Bridge erected on both sides of the strait.

"No matter how helpless in front of the bridge, no matter how sentient beings cross the bridge."

"Several friends from the fairy family, would you like to try the old lady's Mengpo soup?"

In front of the Na Naihe Bridge, a small stall suddenly appeared.

Behind the booth was an old woman who was crouching. She lowered her head, and her long gray hair blocked her face, making her look unclear.

But the words revealed the identity of the old woman.

Meng Po.

The old woman who specializes in drinking Mengpo soup for the souls who stepped on the Naihe Bridge.

In orthodox myths and legends, one sip of Mengpo soup can forget this life and this life. It is a baptism for the people after death to have no memories and to reincarnate cleanly.

But Xia Yan, do they need to drink Meng Po soup?

I am afraid that people who have a pit in their brains will drink this Meng Po soup.

Xia Yan has not lived yet, let alone forgetting his past and present life.

Ignoring the old woman directly, Xia Yan and her party filed past the old woman's booth.

Huahua also stretched out her hand curiously, as if she wanted to ask Meng Po for 10,000 Meng Po soup.

Lin Lin, who was holding her little hand, quickly pulled the flowers farther away, and when they walked over, they whispered in a low voice, "Huahua, children don't dare to eat them, especially for street vendors like this. Take a look. She looks filthy, and the small stall is also in tatters and mess. If you eat it, it won’t hurt your stomach.”

"Ah! Thank you sister for reminding me, Huahua remembered it!"

"Well, Huahua is good."

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"..."

No one noticed that Po Meng who was standing in front of the Naihe Bridge, her cheeks trembled violently.

I don't want to be so dirty.

But this is my setting, hello!

Do you want to be so shameless! Do you want to **** me off, and then inherit my bills? !

"Hey! Wait! Are you sure you can't get a bowl of Meng Po soup?!" Seeing Xia Yan and his party walk up to the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po hurriedly raised her head, wiped her face with her hand, and messed up the mess. The hair is divided into two sides, which is cleaner and fresher.

However, no one answered her, everyone saw her ignored.

"Delicious and delicious Meng Po soup, drink Sai Shenxian, eat Dream Happy!"

"Big bargain on the spot! Free collection, first come first served!"

The old woman yelled hard.

Xia Yan and others still did not look back.

Huahua's heart was immature, and the child was still young. Huahua, who was holding her little hand by Lin Lin, suddenly turned her head, and there was a deep pity in those big pure eyes.

Oh, poor old woman...

The destructive power of this look is too great, and Po Meng suddenly became an explosive head!

The long gray hair is dancing in the air like tentacles with teeth and claws.

Darkness rushed into Po Meng's body.

Who makes you pitiful! Hey!