This is a dead earth.

There has never been a sunshine here. Countless lonely souls can only look up at the sky silently. The gray and dark sky is like the color of a dead person, giving people despair.

A long, bloody river flows on this land, not knowing the source or the way back. The souls that sink into it keep struggling, but can only reach out and make silent shouts, and will never be able to climb to the shore.

The banks of the river are covered with flame-like red flowers, which have been in full bloom for a thousand years. They have a blood-like color, but have a very beautiful name - the Risanhua.

There is also a stone bridge mounted on the river, and there is a young girl who likes to boil sugar water at the bridge.

Her name is Mengpo, this bridge is Naihe, and this river is Wangchuan.

This is the underworld, where the soul is reincarnated after death.

This day.

A loud shout resounded throughout the underworld.

"The flower picker, don't leave!"

The girl, who had originally had no eyes and had mechanically boiled sugar water, immediately shook her body, and her eyes gradually came back to her senses and became more agile.

She took out a bag of melon seeds excitedly, looked brightly at the direction of the movement in the distance, and muttered to her words:

"Fight, fight!"

As for the souls who are waiting in line to drink Mengpo soup and ready to be reincarnated, let's queue up first.

You can be reincarnated at any time, but you can not see the bustle in this huge underworld at any time.

Anyway, her performance this year is just like this.

I saw Meng Po’s eyes emit divine light, as if she had seen the situation thousands of miles away.

The burly black-faced King Yama blocked a handsome handsome guy with a handsome face and a lazy temperament. The life and death book in his hand was opened, and the spirit of life and death was filled with life and death, and he was very tempted to start a fight if he had a disagreement.

"Hey, King of Hey, can you not be so stingy?

Wouldn't you just pick two flowers? Look at the flowers everywhere, and the other side of the street are almost ruined. There are two flowers left but no one noticed them.

If you don’t say it, I won’t say it, who can know that there are fewer flowers?

Let's just let it go, give me someone Jiang's face.

Who doesn’t know that I, Jiang, will be repaid for my kindness? Give me a face today. What difficulties will you encounter in the future? Just say hello and I will respond to you."

The handsome guy who claims to be Jiang looked calm and unstoppable and tried to get close to King Yan Luo.

King Yama had anger hidden in his tone, but for some reason he did not take action immediately, as if he was afraid of something.

"Jiang Ping, I have turned a blind eye to you when you secretly resurrected a mortal. Don't be too eager to get more and more.

If you want to restore their memory, an ordinary flower of the other side is enough.

And the flower king on the other side of your hand will only appear in millions of years. If you take two flowers at once, the flower flowers on both sides of the Wangchuan River will wither a lot. How many souls cannot be pulled and dissipated between the world.

You can't bear this sin, don't blame yourself!"

Jiang Ping sneered and said, "King Yan Luo, do you think I am a three-year-old child? Isn't this King of Flowers on the other side your specialty?

The underworld has existed for billions of years, and I don’t know how much you have saved in your treasure house.

Every year, I take out food, do a lot of hunger marketing, limited quantity, and purchase qualifications. The most important thing is that it sells so expensive!

If I hadn't just broken through and my pockets were so poor that I would have called you with money long ago, so I would have had to make a fuss with you here.

And don’t you know that the resurrected is my wife?

They have been waiting for me for thousands of years, and an ordinary flower of the other side is trying to pass it away. Then my ten thousand years of hard work is too cheap.

Without the Peacock King of the Other Side as a medicine guide, how could I create a true spiritual immortal body for them?

They cannot become immortals, so I will never see them again without thousands of years.

Stop talking nonsense, you have to give this face today, and you have to give it if you don’t give it.

Otherwise, I would have to ask my brother to make a big fuss in the underworld!”

Jiang Ping's tone became cold and threatened.

King Yama's face turned dark, but his heart felt relieved.

It turns out to be a true spirit immortal body. This physique that will definitely become an immortal if you don’t commit suicide in the middle of the journey. It is nowhere in a billion people, let alone forced shaping after all.

The resources needed in this are even a cosmic immortal country.

Not to mention that he still had two tricks.

No wonder even the king of Flowers on the other side has to steal.

However, two flower kings on the other side were stolen in the underworld, and the bonus could be deducted from his salary.

So there is nothing to talk about.

So King Yama's face turned stern. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked moved and his face calmed down.

"Okay, even if you give Qiye Saint Lord a face today, you can take the red shore flower away, but you have to promise this king that you will not step into the underworld from now on."

"If you don't come, don't come. You think I'm rare."

Jiang Ping curled his lips, then turned his eyes and said:

"But there are still some cats and dogs in my house that have to be resurrected. I will also give me some of your ordinary red shore flowers."

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As he said that, he saw the changing wind and clouds in the world, and a huge green palm suddenly appeared, fishing it on the Forgetful River.

The water of the Forget River boiled, and a huge gray-white face composed of painful faces of billions of souls suddenly appeared and roared toward the palm.

I saw that the blue palm was instantly dyed with a grayish-white color, as if it had been in an instant for tens of millions of years, and it was annihilated in an instant, turning into powder.

But there was a small palm hidden in his palm. He sneaked a handful of it on the bank of the Wangchuan River, grabbed a few flowers on the other side and then slipped away.

By the time the huge face reacted, Jiang Ping had already run away.

"By bye, don't have to send it far away!"

King Yama had only heard of the deeds of the unscrupulous immortal Jiang Ping. When I saw him today, the word "unscrupulous" is indeed well-deserved.

Fortunately, his boss, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, had already taken the blame, so he didn't have to worry about himself.

Although this guy is not very strong, he is only half a pound of ecstasy with him, just a fairy.

But his sworn brother, the Seven Nights Saint Lord, is famous for his evil spirits. He has become the Immortal King in less than ten thousand years and stands on the top of this universe.

Many immortals believe that he will become a transcendent to the constraints of the universe in the future and jump out of the long river of time. From then on, the universe will be destroyed and he will never die. Thousands of universes will recite his holy name.

Moreover, this person is extremely protective of his shortcomings and once personally attacked Jiang Ping to destroy a universe of immortal kingdom.

The billions of creatures ended in one sword, and together with the Immortal Lord, an ancient fairy who was said to have existed in the universe, also died on the spot, the immortal spirit's energy dispersed and returned to the universe, and even the chance of reincarnation was gone.

During that period, their underworld became extremely busy, and many overtime workers didn't even get overtime pay.

King Yama suddenly felt less aggrieved when he thought about it.

If the Seven Nights Saint King goes down to the underworld, he, the King of Yama, will not be the first to bear the brunt.

But no matter how much I think about it, the underworld's cards cannot be lost.

King Yama showed green face and fangs, and the huge Yama Dharma surrounded by red flames was similar to the world. The huge roar turned into roars, causing gusts of wind to dissipate towards the entire Yellow Spring Road.

"What a thief, I'll let you escape today, but I'll be able to live for thousands of years after being given a palm by my king!

When you go to hell in the future, I will definitely curate you well!"

Meng Po, who had been watching the show, curled her lips and threw down the melon seeds in her hand, looking angry:

"Damn it, let him pretend again."

"Meng Po, you actually used the puppet to charge again. Your salary, bonus and performance this year are gone.

There is also the Mengpo soup that Niutao and Horse Noodles complained about your complaint, which caused the reincarnation to leave memories of the past, and almost caused a big mess."

The sudden appearance of King Yama had a majestic tone, and he looked like a boss patrolling the situation.

Meng Po snorted: "If you can have any big troubles in a mere mortal, you can tell the dangers. If you want to, you can deduct the bonus. Anyway, I have already owed the underworld a million years' salary, so I don't care about this."

Thinking of her next painful life of paying off her debts and working, Meng Po suddenly became fearless.

Seeing that Meng Po was not threatened, King Yama thought about it and turned to sneer:

"Do you want to listen to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva preaching to you again?"

Meng Po's face turned pale immediately, she glanced at King Yama with hatred, and turned to greet the souls in the queue, and stepped forward:

"Everyone has come to drink the soup, huh? Why is your soul so dark? Is it because of the sins that have not been washed away?

Come on, press him off the Three Life Stone and reflect on his past and present lives again!"

"No, the little devil is just born to grow black!"

The soul shouted with grievances as he dragged the bull head and horse face.

The Three Lives Stone Shot means that you have to experience your miserable life again.

King Yama shook his head, ignored Meng Po's little girl-like behavior, and turned around and disappeared on the Naihe Bridge.
Chapter completed!