2097: C2097 Meng Po Soup

C2097 Meng Po Soup

# 2097 # Meng Po soup #

Rolo was one of the eight great surnames of the Netherworld's First Heaven. There were two late Nether Stage experts in the family, and eight of them were at the mid Netherworld. Juan Luowang was one of them, and he was in charge of one of them. He held supreme power in his hands!

The power of the Rolo Family was spread across all the large domains. There was also a cultivator of the Asura Race residing in Samsara City. He was one of the two late Nether Stage warriors, Meng Tianshu's enemy, Juan Luowang. Currently, he was in the Sea of Reincarnation, the territory of the Dark Dao Empire. Now, he was replaced by Juan Luowang, and on the way to the Dark Dao Empire... Meng Tianshu's expression became more and more excited.

With Ning Qi's speed, it wouldn't take long for him to travel from Samsara City to the Sea Domain. When the three of them were about to reach the Diving Sea Region, a large group of Underworld Cultivators appeared in front of them. It seemed like an extremely powerful existence was travelling, and all the surrounding Underworld Cultivator avoided him.

"It's the Asura Race cultivators!"

In the crowd, Meng Tianshu gritted his teeth and stared at the group of cultivators viciously. In the middle of this group of cultivators, there was a huge palanquin that was carried by eighteen cultivators as they tore through the sky.

All of a sudden, the group of cultivators disappeared from where they stood. Not only them, even the Underworld Cultivator around them had disappeared, leaving only Ning Qi and the other two.

Nether Third Prince looked at Ning Qi and then at Meng Tianshu. "Where are they?"

Meng Tianshu said with a strange expression, "It should be a place where many people died. They went to search for souls."

"Sure enough, everything about the Underworld Cultivator is under the control of the Heavenly Dao. You don't have any autonomy."

Ning Qi smiled.

Meng Tianshu nodded. "That's right. It's also because of this that all the Underworld Cultivators want to escape from this place. I'm heading to the Netherworld's Second Layer Sky. Back when I was still the Imperial Prince... Basically, in ten days or half a month, they would be sent out by the rules of the Heavenly Dao to search for souls. If I want to comprehend some kind of cultivation technique, I will be interrupted. "

"What's the point of living like this?"

Nether Third Prince felt a chill in his heart.

Meng Tianshu laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was born like this. I have long gotten used to it."

"Will they return to where they came from after going to search for souls?"

Ning Qi asked.

"No. All the Underworld Cultivator that went to search for souls will leave the Reincarnation Divine Temple after capturing their souls."

Meng Tianshu said.

A trace of pity flashed across Ning Qi's eyes. These Underworld Cultivators... Speaking of which, they were probably slaves under the rules of the Heavenly Dao. They would do whatever the rules of the Heavenly Dao told them to do. Compared to the cultivators of Central Continent, besides the huge difference in cultivation base, in terms of freedom, the Underworld Cultivator could not even catch up to them.

"Let's go. We are almost at the Sea of Reincarnation."

Ning Qi smiled.

Ten days later.

Sea Wheel Realm.

After so many years, Meng Tianshu once again returned to where he came from, but everything had changed. Everything he was familiar with, be it things or people. At this moment, he could no longer see any of the unfamiliar buildings. The Asura Race cultivators kept passing by with proud expressions on their faces. When their eyes fell on Ning Qi and the other two, there was a trace of disdain in their eyes. It was as if the Asura clansmen were the heavens here. The rest of the cultivators were just ants!

"Back then, this was the capital of the Nether Path Empire, but now it has become Juan Luowang's palace."

Meng Tianshu looked at the end of the street and saw an extremely luxurious building.

"Let's go."

Ning Qi smiled. Killing a Mid Nether Stage Underworld Cultivator was like killing a Mid Period of Human Devil Stage warrior from the Devil Clan. To Ning Qi, killing an Underworld Cultivators was as easy as killing a chicken.

"Have you guys heard? Juan Luowang's temper has become more and more violent these years. A few days ago, a few families were wiped out because they offended his servants!"

"No wonder. A few years ago, when Juan Luowang's favorite grandson went to search for his soul... He went missing and never came back. He might have been killed during the process of searching for the soul. It was because of this that Juan Luowang became more and more irritable. Not only his grandson, but also a few cultivators of the Curly Clan who didn't come back because of the soul search. This kind of thing was very rare. Juan Luowang had appeared a few times. Do you think he won't be angry? "0

"Indeed. This matter is really strange. We, the Underworld Cultivator, have always been successful when we go out to search for souls. Those souls are crying, hoping that we can spare their lives. Ordinary cultivators won't be able to detect our existence. Logically speaking, such danger shouldn't have occurred. I think that they might have been killed on their way back to Reincarnation Divine Temple! "

"If that's the case, it's very likely that Juan Luowang's enemy did it."

"Forget it. Let's not talk about this. Today is Juan Luowang's birthday. Let's go and have a look. I heard that even the number one beauty of the Sea Domain, the Ice Glass Devil, will be present. He would also get a bowl of Meng Po soup to drink. This was a rare item that was bestowed to Netherworld Emperor by the Upper Realm. If it wasn't for Juan Luowang's birthday, he wouldn't be so generous! "

"Tsk tsk, if we can really drink a bowl of Meng Po soup and get rid of the devil in our hearts, our future cultivation will be much more efficient!"

"He died during the soul-seeking process?"

Ning Qi's eyes slightly moved. He had killed quite a number of Underworld Cultivators in his hands. It wouldn't be such a coincidence that Juan Luowang's grandson was one of them, right?

This thought flashed across his mind. After that, Ning Qi was attracted by the Meng Po soup. This was the legendary thing on Earth. Could it really be found in Netherworld? Were the two of them the same thing?

"Sect Leader Meng, the Meng Po soup they were talking about, have you drunk it before?"

Ning Qi looked at Meng Tianshu.

Meng Tianshu shook his head, "I have never tasted such a precious thing. Rumor has it that the Meng Po soup was given to Netherworld Emperor by the Netherworld's Second Layer Sky. It has the effect of eliminating inner demons and increasing cultivation speed. As for the specifics... I'm afraid only those who have drank it before will know."

Ning Qi nodded when he heard this. This effect was somewhat different from the legends on Earth. The legendary Meng Po Soup on Earth allows ghosts to forget their past lives. It was good to be reincarnated, but legends were still legends, so it was understandable if there were some differences. As for whether the two are the same thing, Ning Qi was 70 to 80% sure that they are the same thing. He had seen many legends and items. In the spatial package, there was a Pill Furnace called Taishang Old Lord. Therefore, the Meng Po soup would not surprise Ning Qi.

"Underworld, Netherworld, perhaps it is the same place. The Ten Yama Kings should also exist, right?"

Ning Qi's eyes revealed a trace of a smile. This world was getting more and more interesting. Was there really reincarnation in this world? Perhaps this time, he would be able to find out the truth!

"Miss Ice Glass Demon has arrived!"

"The number one beauty has arrived! Look, look!"

"Hiss... She really is the number one beauty. She is indeed worthy of her reputation! So beautiful..."

Ning Qi and the other two sat in a corner. Juan Luowang's birthday was open to everyone. Anyone could attend as long as they had a seat.

"The prettiest girl?"

Ning Qi looked at the door with a strange expression.

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