Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

This is a woman, also the lord of the six reincarnations, and when she comes out, the heavens and the earth are quiet, the immortal Buddha and the ten halls of Yan Luo, the heart trembles, and she doesn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

Terror! It’s terrifying!

This is the true sage momentum, coercing the heavens and the earth, and the ants are trembling.

“The momentum is much stronger than Su Ming, but “Seeking Demons” has not been written after all, and it is not his true strength, and which is stronger and weaker may only be known after fighting!”

Jiang Hao’s heart was awe-inspiring, he looked up, and saw a woman standing there, surrounded by a halo, not able to see clearly, but the momentum was detached, and a person seemed to be able to suppress nine heavens and ten earths.

“This is a distinguished guest, treat it with courtesy!”

Pingxin Niangniang spoke, her voice rumbled, breaking through time and space, and there was a supreme greatness, so that the Ten Temples Yan Luo could not have a trace of resistance.

“Obey your mother’s orders!”

“Obey your mother’s orders!”

“Obey………!”

The ten temples of Yan Luo got up at the same moment and bowed down to pray.

“So, very good!”

Pingxin Niangniang replied lightly, she came and went quickly.

In the void space, leaving only this faint echo, Miaoman’s figure disappeared into the endless darkness.

“Wait!”

Jiang Hao hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted: “My business, I haven’t given a solution yet, I have to do things with a beginning and an end!” ”

“Stop barking!”

“Your business, someone will handle it later!”

“Come on, come on, quickly serve a cup of calming tea to your distinguished guests!”

Ten Temples Yan Luo was almost frightened by Jiang Hao’s sudden shout, and his heart and liver almost jumped out.

Who is that person? That is the ancestor witch who has been born in the world since the opening of heaven and earth, the incarnation of the six reincarnations, and now the alternative sanctification.

Dare to talk to a saint like that? This kid is really not afraid of death!

“Oh, your attitude has changed really quickly, this kind of skill, praiseworthy!”

Jiang Hao let out a sneer, then put away his sword and drank tea on the throne at their invitation.

Tea, an extraordinary product, is boiled with forgotten river water, combined with flowers on the other side, which has the peculiar effect of washing the mind and quenching the soul.

Jiang Hao drank two cups, only to feel that the spiritual platform was clear for a while, and his body karma was washed away a lot.

“This tea is good, a few more pots!

Jiang Hao said with slight admiration, and then stuffed a whole pot of tea into the Qiankun Ring, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Luo, the brows of the ten temples jumped, but the heart was on fire, but helplessly, the holy order did not dare to disobey!

“Come on, get a few more pots!” King Chu Jiang ordered helplessly.

Not long after, a ghost sent freshly brewed fragrant tea, which was fragrant and refreshing.

“What do you see? Don’t hurry up and pour me tea, how can you pour tea yourself! Jiang Hao put his hands around his waist and said lightly to King Yan Luo beside him.

When King Yan Luo heard this, his eyebrows jumped three times, his fists clenched, and he was angry in his heart.

“Ahem, it’s better to let my wife pour tea for you with my own hands.”

After several coughs, I saw an old woman on crutches and slowly stepping over.

This is an old man, his white hair is like the first snow of winter, and like the first frost of autumn, the roots are silver-white, half-covered, and looming.

This person is Meng Po.

“Boy, don’t dare!”

Jiang Hao quickly got up and hugged his fist slightly.

However, when Jiang Hao got up, the pots of tea on the table disappeared inexplicably with a flick of his sleeves, this scene. The corners of Yan Luo’s eyes twitched.

“Take him and come with the old age!”

Meng Po didn’t say much, just turned around and led Jiang Hao to leave.

After passing the ghost gate pass, stepping on Huangquan Road, crossing the Forgetchuan River, and walking on the Naihe Bridge, Jiang Hao saw the hell scene along the way and made him feel deeply.

Life and death, reincarnation does not stop!

“Have you ever wanted to meet the deceased?”

Meng Po pointed to the woman who handed Meng Po soup to the reincarnated ghosts on the Naihe Bridge, and said lightly.

Dressed in aqua green clothes, thin eyebrows and beautiful eyes, jade-like skin deceived and frosted and snowy, in this darkness, it seems to bring a strange beauty, and there is a touching and strange beauty.

Jiang Hao’s eyes shrank slightly, who else could that person be if he wasn’t Baguio?

“No need, with the mother’s care, she should not have a bad life!” Jiang Hao shook his head slightly and said.

Meng Po took a deep look at him, did not say a word, but led Jiang Hao to continue to move forward until the end of the Nine Ghosts.

There were six worlds slowly spinning, like a six-square treasure wheel, exuding supreme power, and Jiang Hao just glanced at it, and he had a feeling of wanting to be devoured.

These are the six reincarnations, incarnated by the flesh of the Later Earth, the place where the dead in this world belong, and the place where the soul licks.

“What is reincarnation?” Meng Po suddenly asked.

Jiang Hao thought slightly, and gave an ambiguous answer: “Going back and forth, repeating the cycle, is for reincarnation!” ”

“Slippery!”

Meng Po shook her head and smiled, she was not satisfied with this answer, and said, “If you want to make a move, this answer is not enough!” ”

“Life and death flow, reincarnation does not stop!” Jiang Hao replied again.

“This is a bit of an artistic conception, but unfortunately it is not enough!” Meng Po continued to smile, she was a little looking forward to Jiang Hao’s reply.

“Huh?”

This time, Jiang Hao finally felt a trace of pressure, he glanced at Fu Hongxue’s cold corpse in his hand, and forgot to glance at the six reincarnations with immeasurable divine power.

Lost in thought……………………_

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