Chapter 4838: Emperor of Samsara!
"Only the dead can turn into the undead, only the undead can pass through the black mist of nothingness and come to the banks of the Wangchuan River, and only the undead can make Po Meng appear..."
"well……"
A sigh fell with Po Meng's emotion, and the temperature of the world seemed to have dropped to the limit.
"Am I already dead?"
Ye Wuque spoke lightly.
Then, he glanced at Hua Pi Ke'er, who was already standing on the boat, and walked towards Po Meng with a calm expression.
Po Meng seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
But when Ye Wuque walked to her, he did not take Meng Po's soup. Instead, without stopping a step, he jumped over Meng Po and also stepped onto the boat gently.
But the strange thing is that Po Meng didn’t stop it!
After Ye Wuque also got on the boat, Po Meng turned around and raised the soup in her hand to Ye Wuque again.
"Young man, you really don't want to drink soup?"
Po Meng grinned at Ye Wuque.
"I don't have a good appetite today. Let's talk about it some other time."
Ye Wuque replied calmly.
Po Meng glanced deeply at Ye Wuque, and finally sighed and moved her hands. The black soup bowl disappeared, and she got on the boat again.
She didn't force Ye Wuque.
The oars started to paddle again, and the boat began to return on its original path.
After drinking Meng Po Soup, the painted skin Ke'er stood blankly on the boat, seemingly losing all consciousness and really turning into a painted skin.
Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Po Meng shook the oar and sang the sad and strange song again.
The boat was getting further and further away from the river bank, moving forward. Soon, only the turbid Wangchuan River was left in all directions.
Wow!
The Wangchuan River suddenly began to turmoil, and waves swept across it. It seemed that there was some unimaginable terrifying existence hidden under the turbid water.
Until half a quarter of an hour later, the boat was completely alone floating on the Wangchuan River.
"young people……"
On the boat that had been dead silent, Po Meng's voice sounded again, and Ye Wuque raised his eyes and looked over.
"If you drink the soup now, it's still too late."
Po Meng seemed to be persuading her with good intentions.
Ye Wuque didn't comment, but just turned his attention to the Wangchuan River.
"well……"
Po Meng shook her head gently.
Wow! !
At this moment, the turbid Wangchuan River suddenly exploded, and a figure covered in darkness and full of resentment, like a devil, emerged!
Wraith!
The whole body was wet, the face was ugly and frightening, and a pair of eyes full of violence and evil aura swept across the boat.
First he glanced at Hua Pi Ke'er, his eyes became fierce, but there seemed to be a trace of hesitation, and finally his eyes moved away and fell on Ye Wuque who was beside him.
At this moment, Ye Wuque also happened to look straight over!
The eyes of one person and one spirit collided in the void instantly.
"Roar!!"
The resentful spirit let out a sharp and terrifying roar, shaking the world and causing infinite fear. The entire Forgotten River suddenly began to vibrate crazily!
"well……"
Seeing this, Po Meng sighed.
"Young man, why bother?"
She seemed to have seen Ye Wuque's fate.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The Wangchuan River burst open, and countless resentful spirits rushed out from the bottom of the river, rushing towards Ye Wuque like flies that smelled blood!
In the blink of an eye, everywhere in the world, wherever you can see, there are endless resentful spirits, covering everything, falling towards the boat.
Looking at all this, Ye Wuque remained expressionless.
His hands were clasped behind his back, without any sign of panic, but his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.
Po Meng watched with cold eyes, showing no intention of intervening.
And as countless resentful spirits rushed out of the Wangchuan River, the turbid Wangchuan River seemed to become quiet at this moment, and even the color changed slightly.
Ho ho ho ho!
The roar of resentment shook the sky, and Ye Wuque had no way to avoid it!
However!
Ye Wuque had no intention of avoiding it.
At this moment, facing the resentful spirits in the sky, he just quietly uttered two words...
"Reincarnation."
Buzz! !
The blazing mysterious purple light instantly rippled from Ye Wuque's body, sweeping in all directions and spreading for nine days!
The realm of reincarnation reappears!
The moment those resentful spirits that rushed over touched the realm of reincarnation, their whole bodies felt as if they were on fire, they let out shrill howls, and were instantly destroyed!
Po Meng, who was originally watching with cold eyes, suddenly changed her expression at this moment! !
A frightening light burst out from a pair of eyes. Looking at Ye Wuque who was standing in the realm of reincarnation, his whole body was trembling slightly!
"The power of reincarnation???"
"How can this be!!!"
Po Meng's voice was trembling, she was so shocked!
"Is it difficult to..."
Suddenly, Po Meng seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes looking at Ye Wuque revealed a kind of...horror that could not be concealed!
Tsk tsk tsk! !
Between heaven and earth, countless resentful spirits were directly wiped out by the illumination of the realm of reincarnation, unable to even resist.
Ye Wuque stood on the boat, with purple light shining all over his body. He saw the resentful spirits rushing out of the Wangchuan River all over the sky. With a thought, the realm of reincarnation suddenly expanded ten times or a hundred times again!
The entire Wangchuan River was completely submerged by the realm of reincarnation in an instant!
Tsk tsk tsk!
Endless roars resounded within it, and endless resentment rose in all directions, like hell overturning, sweeping across the heavens.
About dozens of breaths later.
The purple glow slowly faded away.
When all the brilliance completely disappeared, peace returned to heaven and earth, and there were no longer any resentful spirits.
All the resentful spirits were wiped out and purified by the realm of reincarnation.
Wow!
The Wangchuan River has returned to calm, and the turbid river water seems to be much clearer. The boat floats quietly on it, adding a touch of peace.
Ye Wuque, who was standing with his hands behind his back, did not move from beginning to end, and it was still the same at this moment, but he turned his eyes and looked at Po Meng.
thump! !
The mysterious and strange Po Meng suddenly knelt down at this moment!
She actually knelt in front of Ye Wuque and lowered her head, as if worshiping Ye Wuque.
But at this moment, Po Meng was trembling, her face turned pale, and her eyes looking at Ye Wuque showed a kind of boundless... fear!
"Meng Po meets the Supreme Being...the Great Emperor of Samsara!"
A voice full of endless awe, fear, and trembling sounded from Po Meng's mouth, echoing on the dead and peaceful Wangchuan River.