Deadlock: The Strongest Shinigami

Chapter 1213

“This is the Yellow Spring of Eight Baili?”

Looking at the lifeless yellow sand of eight hundred miles, Su Jing really didn’t expect it to be Huangquan.

What kind of Huangquan should be? Su Jing is not clear, but only knows that Huangquan should have other shore flowers? There seems to be Po Meng? The rest is not clear, after all, every kind of myth and legend seems to be different. However, this place does not fit Su Jing’s impression of Huangquan, and his spiritual consciousness is covered. Su Jing soon discovered that there were people here?

This made Su Jing a little surprised, and he passed directly in the next moment.

It can be vaguely seen that this is a ruin? A man dressed in white sat there foolishly as if he had fallen into silence, as if he hadn’t reacted at all to Su Jing’s arrival.

“Who are you?” Su Jing asked.

Hearing the sound, the man slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to regain brilliance. “who are you?”

“I am the Lord of the Underworld!”

“You are Pluto? No, you are not Pluto.” The man was shocked and then shook his head.

“I am Pluto, the new Pluto!” Su Jing said lightly. “No one in this underworld should dare to pretend to be Hades!”

“Are you really the Pluto?” The man was dubious and finally felt that it should be right. After all, no one in the underworld dares to pretend to be Pluto. “My name is Changsheng.”

“Changsheng? Why are you in the yellow spring.”

“Wait for someone!”

“Waiting for whom?”

“Three Seven!”

One question and one answer, instead of letting Su Jing figure out the situation, he was still a bit at a loss. “Who is Sanqi?”

“Sanqi is Po Meng!”

“Many, many years ago, I fell in love with Sanqi. I… I believe she will come back. When the Huangquan is full of Manzhushahua, she will definitely come back!” Changsheng said quietly.

“There is no vitality that can appear in Huangquan, there will not be any flowers, plants appear in Huangquan!” Acha appeared next to Su Jing and said slowly. “There is a story in it, about longevity, about Sanqi, about… Zhao Li!”

“Is this related to Zhao Li?” Su Jing was even more curious.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

A Cha nodded and was about to say, but Su Jing waved his hand. “Wait, since it has something to do with Zhao Li, I’ll just go and see it myself. I still have the last little hell that can’t be placed. I think it might have something to do with Huang Quan, just to investigate the reason!”

“it is good!”

Acha talked about the approximate time, and Su Jing went straight to that point in time. It is still the yellow spring of eight hundred miles, and the sky is still full of yellow sand, looking lifeless. But the difference is that the place where Changsheng was seen before was a ruin, but now an inn has appeared here.

Meng Po Inn!

“Sure enough, it is Po Meng!”

There is Po Meng in hell, Ma Xiaoling’s mother Tang Jinbao, but it was only after the king bit her that she became Po Meng. It didn’t seem to be before? And the underworld does not seem to have heard of the existence of Meng Po.

It now appears that the 800-mile yellow spring, this Meng Po Inn should be related to the disappearance of Meng Po!

boom!

Su Jing slowly opened the door and walked in.

A quaint inn, Su Jing saw the woman inside the inn counter as soon as he entered!

Amazing!

The most important thing is Su Jing’s acquaintance.

Isn’t this prajna?

She is exactly the same as the long prajna!

“who are you?”

Before Su Jing could speak, he heard the other party questioning. “Why do you have the breath of Pluto.”

“It doesn’t matter who I am, you won’t remember it anyway, until it’s you… I’m very curious about who you are!” Su Jingdao.

The other party smiled.

“Enter my Huangquan and come to my Mengpo inn. You yourself asked who I am? I tell you, I am Mengpo!” She suddenly jumped up and fell in front of Su Jing the next moment she was close to Su Jingxiong. Up. “Your soul is very special and powerful. I can smell it and it seems to be stronger than Pluto!”

“Prajna!” Su Jing said suddenly.

“Princess?” Po Meng frowned. “Who is Prajna?”

Su Jing looked at Po Meng and found that she was nothing unusual. It seemed that she had never had this name. Could there be two people who are exactly the same? Well, this is not impossible, but one is the spirit of Huanghou and the other is Po Meng? This is unlikely, unless they are in a relationship between previous and subsequent generations.

Perhaps Meng Po is the previous life of Prajna?

But Meng Po shouldn’t be a character who can only make Meng Po soup in most legends. She can control eight hundred miles of Huangquan by herself, and even mention that Hades did not see any special colors. This shows that her strength is definitely not weak. . Under such circumstances, how could she die?

“Is that over there?” Su Jing asked casually, seeing a little girl hiding quietly not far away.

“Three Seven!”

“She’s Sanqi, someone who has to wait for longevity?”

Su Jing looked around for a few moments and wanted to say more, but suddenly heard that the door behind him seemed to be pushed open!

Su Jing and Po Meng looked at it at the same time, and saw a monk wearing a white monk’s clothes walking outside the door!

Zhao Li!

No… It should be Zhao Li’s previous life.

“Today is really interesting.” Po Meng looked at Zhao Li and giggled. “You are a living soul, and a living soul can’t enter Huangquan casually!”