Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1692: Come on, fill up

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Yan Luodian, surprisingly quiet, sometimes wailing with ghosts.

The magistrate looked at the life and death book for a long time without saying a word, his fierce face, a little strange, looked at it and wanted to scratch his head.

Seeing him not speaking, the black and white impermanence of the pestle behind him all looked at the life and death book. Is this person very incredible / extraordinary?

However, this black and white expression is strange.

I do n’t blame the tribes, only the life and death book. There are only two words about Ye Chen ’s life story: bitch.

The three are a little ignorant. The other people ’s life notes are all full of big pictures. This is good, just two words: bitch.

The magistrate looked up, glanced at the black impermanence, then glanced at the white impermanence, and then looked at the life and death book, and really scratched his head.

The three of them looked at Ye Chen together. Like a talent, a judge had a profound meaning and a black and white impunity.

Both life and death books are judged like this, how cheap should this person be!

Below, Ye Chen is also strange. Is there any difference in my life and death book? Both judges are impermanent, and they all have an expression.

I do n’t know, let him know if the two big words in his life and death book domineering side leak, will he jump up and scold the mother on the spot.

"Everything is done, and the animal is born." The magistrate regained his majesty, fierce and evil, sounded like Hong Zhong and thunder.

"What kind of animal life, I don't do animal life." Ye Chen stopped, leaping three feet tall, yelling, screaming, doing all the evil, Lao Tzu saved the entire Wanyu?

"Dare to rebel against the government and break into the eighteenth level of hell."

"Actually, it's also good to be ... being a beast." Ye Chen chuckled, and counseled on the spot, there was no sign.

Eighteen floors of hell, it ’s not a good place to hear, even mortals know, will he not know? Still want to come in?

Compared to that hell, being a beast is really good. At least you can be reborn. As long as you can go back, everything ... is possible.

"Drag away, beasts." The judge shouted, and the judge swiped a pen, drawing a fork in the Ye Chen page of life and death book.

Order, the two little ghosts stepped forward together, one left and one right, one with one arm, the action was even violent.

Ye Chen has a black face all over his face and wants to scold his mother. If Lao Tzu is still a Dacheng sacred body, he will lift Yan Yan Temple first.

Helpless, he is just a Heaven Realms, and he is in the underworld, if this fights, both little devils can cry him.

He was taken out again, but it was a long way.

This is Yinyang Road, also known as Huangquan Road, and the sides are covered with fiery red flowers, which is the legendary flower on the other side.

This road is like a carpet of blood, and the red flowers on the other side are the only scenery and colors on this Huangquan Road.

In addition, there are many solitary ghosts and ghosts on Huangquan Road, all of which died normally before Yangshou's flight. They could neither go to heaven nor be reborn, only wandering on Huangquan Road.

"This flower is good." Ye Chen walked all the way, ignoring the lone soul and wild ghost, only looking at the fiery red flower.

That flower is very strange, such as bright red blood, a flower that only blooms in hell. He has only heard the legend, but has not seen it.

According to legend, the flowers on the other bank bloomed on the other bank. When the flowers bloomed, they could not see the leaves. When there were leaves, they could not see the flowers.

Can't help, Ye Chen reached out and wanted to pick a flower.

However, this hasn't touched the flower yet. A little ghost's leather whip arrived. When the whip came over, he hit his hand with black smoke.

This time, the goods are honest, and the painful teeth are grinning.

In front, there is a river, and its water is blood yellow.

This is the Wangchuan River. There is an arch bridge above it.

Qiaotou, there is an earthen stone platform, which is the legendary Wangxiang platform, which can be seen as a window between yin and yang.

On the left side of Wangxiangtai, there is a blue stone, which is a three-life stone, which records each person's past life, present life, and afterlife.

On the right side of Wangxiangtai, there is an old woman called Meng Po.

The two imps sent Ye Chen, and each disappeared.

Ye Chen is curious and stares at the Wangxiangtai and the Sanshengshi.

That ’s a good thing. There is an ancient mysterious power to describe it. You ca n’t see the level. Carrying it back to fight, it should be very fierce.

Thinking in his heart, he put his hand on the Sansheng stone.

The Sansheng stone hummed, showing an ancient picture.

That was his previous life, a general in the mortal world. After ten years of battle in the battlefield, he defended his home and defended the country, and never removed his armor.

He smiled slightly and knew that his previous life was a general.

After seeing the previous life, this is this life, but his afterlife, but chaotic chaos, I do not know whether it is a man or a devil.

The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, the fate of reincarnation, the fate of the fate.

Sansheng Stone witnessed the suffering and joy, sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, hatred and hatred of all living beings, and the debts and feelings that should be repaid are all written off before the Sansheng Stone.

With his palms closed, he set foot on the lookout platform and looked at the 缥缈.

Another picture appeared, it was Hengyue 'Fairy Maiden Peak', a small tomb with his name engraved on the tombstone.

All the women stood in front of the tomb, wearing wedding dresses and whirling eyes.

He saw Chu Xuan, like Bingdiao, lying on the bed of Bingyu, with white hair and tears in the corners of his eyes.

Ye Chen reached out, trying to wipe the tears off her eyes.

But he couldn't touch it at all, they were separated by yin and yang.

Hengyue Sect is still Hengyue Sect, there are too many familiar people, Xie Yun Nao, Xiong Er Nao, very intimate.

Wangxiangtai is indeed mysterious. It can reflect his hometown, as well as his life.

For the first time, he saw his parents, not big figures, but two ordinary people.

The reason why he was left behind was that the village was robbed, and all the people in the village were slaughtered. Only he escaped.

Ye Chen was crying. It was a father and mother, but he could only watch it on Wangxiangtai. He passed away as early as three hundred years ago.

For a long time, he has not stepped down, looking greedily at his hometown.

This reincarnation, see you again, I do n’t know what year it is, I do n’t know what to know, and everything is unknown.

I do n’t know when he touched the tears and turned to the stage. He saw his death, but he could n’t let go of the past.

"Drinking this bowl of soup, let's go on the road!" Meng Po's words were plain, no joy and no worries, and she brought out a bowl of yellow soup.

Ye Chen leaned forward and sniffed, knowing it was Meng Po soup.

This soup is very fierce, it is a bowl of unforgettable water.

Once you drink it, your love and hatred will be forgotten all your life, and the ups and downs of your whole life will be forgotten.

"I won't drink it anymore, I'm not thirsty." Ye Chen chuckled.

"If you don't drink this Meng Po soup, you will have no choice but to drink it, and it will be clean and re-entered into the six courses."

"Then a bowl." Ye Chen dry cough, took the bowl, confident that a bowl of Meng Po soup, can not erase his memory.

Moreover, he had to drink, and if he did n’t drink, he would have no choice but to cross the bridge, and he could n’t give birth. He had no choice.

Meng Po soup tastes extremely bitter, with joy and sorrow, pain and hate.

After a bowl of soup, Ye Chen wiped his mouth, but did not feel anything. The so-called memory is still his memory.

If you insist that you have a feeling, that is his soul, a lot of pure solidification, the floating body actually touched the ground.

"Is there still this effect?" Ye Chen's eyes light up a bit, where is the water of unforgettable love, it is a bowl of tonic.

Moreover, it is a medicine for rejuvenating souls. For his current state, there are more benefits, and soul power will accompany the afterlife.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen chuckled, "Come on for another bowl."

It does n’t matter what he said. Meng Po, who has been immersed in her head, could not help raising her head. expression looked at Ye Chen strangely.

How many years have passed, the number of people drinking Meng Po soup cannot be estimated. They are all under a bowl of soup, and I do n’t remember anything.

But this one is good. If there is nothing, let's have a second bowl.

Has something wrong? Meng Po frowned, her old hand flicked the empty bowl, the yellow soup was full again, and the clear soup was sparsely watered.

Ye Chen is very powerful, a head up, a clean drink.

For the first time, his soul power has increased a lot, and there is more power in his body, which is no longer as weak as before.

Meng Po approached, expression was strange, looked up and down at Ye Chen.

The second bowl is over, but the memory of this product is still not erased. Not only is it not erased, but it is still alive.

Ye Chen wiped his mouth and saw Meng Po staring at him like this, he asked tentatively, "Come on another bowl?"

Meng Po didn't even think about it, and filled Ye Chen again.

Come on, you must come, she Meng Po, really believe in evil.

Besides, she must erase the Ye Chen memory and reincarnate with the memory. The underworld is known to the human world and there will be a big disaster.

Ye Chen goo goo goo goo, a bowl of Meng Po soup, directly dried.

Okay! The soup is full of warmth and warmth, and memory is not scarce. Soul energy rubs up, feeling good.

"Come on, fill up." After tasting the sweetness, Ye Chen reached out the bowl again, meaning: I can drink it again.

Meng Po was not calm, and under her hand, the soup was full again.

Ye Chen comes with Wang Ba Qi, how much to pour, do n’t take the rest with one drop, and do n’t forget to lick the bowl of Meng Po after drinking.

"Mother-in-law, don't be stunned, continue! I can drink again."

"Sometimes it ’s easy to come, I have to get full before I get on the road."

"The secret recipe of your soup, come back and give me a whole meal."

The Ye Chen mate, bowl after bowl, without stopping.

He is real, Meng Po is even more real. He is drinking bowls of bowls, Meng Po is pouring bowls of bowls and bowls, and can't keep up with the rhythm.

It ’s just a bit of effort, and you ca n’t drink more than one hundred bowls.

To say, this product is really interesting, do not rush to reincarnate, with the people Meng Po bar, bowl after bowl without stopping.

Drink, we must be full and drink until you doubt your life.

Anyway, if you do n’t cry, you wo n’t be finished.

The so-called forgetful water has become cheaper than plain water.

What kind of freak is this, Meng Meng swallowed.

Ye Chen did not give her a cry, but she really gave her a skeptical life, Meng Po Tang! Can you take a snack.

It was another bowl, Ye Chen could not help hiccuping.

Seeing Meng Po staring at him deadly, he secretly broke, and drinking so many bowls is fine, and will definitely be carried to study.

If this is taken away, God knows whether it can still be reborn.

Thinking about this, the witty Ye Chen hastily covered his head, "Yeah ... no, it hurts!"

The acting of this product really has nothing to say. After staggering in the same place, expression becomes stupefied and empty.

This expression looks like a person with amnesia.

He acted very similarly and really deceived Meng Po.

The old lady is relieved. If you drink it again, I will cry. I have never seen you like this.