The First Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty-Five Chapters Come, Full

Chapter 1685 Come, fill it up

The Yama Hall is surprisingly quiet, and sometimes there are ghosts wailing.

The judge looked at the book of life and death, and was silent for a long time. His fierce face was a little strange, and he wanted to scratch his head when he looked at it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the black and white impermanence behind him all looked at the book of life and death. Is this person very cool?

But at this glance, the expression of Black and White Supreme is also strange.

I don't blame the three of them for doing this, only that in the book of life and death, there are only two words about Ye Chen's life: slut.

The three of them were a little confused, and the other people's life stories were all full of big sheets. This stuff is good, just two words: slut.

The judge raised his head, glanced at Black Impermanence, then glanced at White Impermanence, and then looked at the Book of Life and Death, and really scratched his head.

The three of them looked at Ye Chen together, as if looking at talents, a judge had a profound meaning, black and white impermanence and sincere words.

The book of life and death judges like this, how cheap this person should be!

Below, Ye Chen is also surprised, is there any difference in my life and death book? A judge is impermanent, and this is all an expression.

I don't know if he would jump up and scold his mother on the spot when he knew the two big characters in his life and death book.

"Do all the evil things, go to the way of the beast." The judge regained his majesty, fierce and vicious, and his voice was like a bell and thunder.

"What a beast, I don't want to be a beast." Ye Chen quit, jumped three feet high, shouted, howling, howling, after all the evil things were done, how did Lao Tzu save the entire Wanyu?

"Dare to disobey this mansion and enter the eighteenth layer of hell."

"Actually, it's good to be... being a beast." Ye Chen laughed, and he was cowardly on the spot, but there was no warning.

Eighteen levels of hell, it's not a good place to hear it, even mortals know it, will he not know it? Want to go in and come out?

Compared to that hell, being a beast is really good, at least being able to reincarnate, as long as you can go back, everything is possible.

"Drag away, beast." The judge shouted, and with a wave of the judge's pen, he drew a cross on Ye Chen's book of life and death.

Under the order, the two little devils stepped forward together, one left and one right,

One person is holding one arm, and the action is very rough.

Ye Chen's face was full of black lines, and he wanted to scold his mother. If Lao Tzu was still the Holy Body of Dacheng, he would be the first to lift the Yama Hall.

Helpless, he is only in the realm of a day, and he is in the underworld. If this fights, the two little devils can beat him to tears.

It was a long way for him to be brought out again.

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

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

In addition, there are many lonely and wild ghosts on Huangquan Road, all of whom died normally before their longevity.

"This flower is not bad." Ye Chen walked all the way, ignoring the lonely ghost, and only looked at the fiery red flower on the other side.

The flower is very strange, like blood red, a kind of flower that only blooms in hell, he has only heard legends, but has never seen it.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, when the flowers bloom, you can't see the leaves, when there are leaves, you can't see the flowers, and the flowers and leaves don't meet each other.

Unable to help, Ye Chen stretched out his hand and wanted to pick one.

However, before it touched the flower, the little devil's whip arrived, and when he whipped it, black smoke came out of his hand.

This time, this guy is honest, baring his teeth in pain.

In front, there is a river running vertically and horizontally, and its water is blood-yellow.

This is the Wangchuan River, and there is an arch bridge on it, which is called the Naihe Bridge.

At the head of the bridge, there is an earth and stone platform, which is the legendary Wangxiang Terrace, which can be viewed as a window of yin and yang.

On the left side of Wangxiang Terrace, there is a blue stone, which is a three-life stone, which records each person's past life, this life and the next life.

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

The two little ghosts sent Ye Chen to each other and disappeared.

Ye Chen was curious and stared at the Wangxiang Terrace and the Sanshengshi.

That's a good thing. It has ancient and mysterious powers portrayed, and you can't tell the level. If you take it back to fight, it should be very fierce.

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

Sanshengshi hummed, showing an ancient picture.

That was his previous life. He was a general in the mortal world. He fought on the battlefield for ten years, defended his family and defended the country, and never disarmed.

He smiled slightly, knowing that he was a general in his previous life.

After seeing the past life, it is this life, but his next life is chaotic, I don't know if it is a human being or a devil.

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

Sanshengshi has witnessed the suffering and happiness, sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, hatred and hatred of all living beings, debts that should be repaid, and feelings that should be repaid, all written off in front of Sanshengshi.

Withdrawing his palm, he stepped onto Wangxiang Terrace and looked at Misty.

Another picture appeared, it was Hengyue Jade Girl Peak, a small tomb with his name engraved on the tombstone.

The girls stood guard in front of the tomb, dressed in wedding dresses, with tears in their eyes.

He saw Chu Xuan, like an ice sculpture, lying on the ice jade bed, her hair was white, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

But he couldn't touch them, they were separated by yin and yang.

Hengyuezong is still Hengyuezong, and there are too many familiar people, Xie Yun, Xiong Er, who are extremely kind.

Wangxiangtai is indeed mysterious, and it can illuminate his hometown and his life.

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

The reason why he was left behind was that the village was attacked by robbers, the whole village was massacred, and he was the only one who escaped the disaster.

Ye Chen cried, it was his mother and father, but he could only watch it on Wangxiang Terrace. He passed away more than three hundred years ago.

For a long time, he did not step down, looking at his hometown greedily.

This reincarnation, we meet again, I don’t know what year it will be, and I don’t know if we can still know each other. Everything is unknown.

I don't know when, he wiped his tears, turned around and stepped off the stage. He saw through his death, but he couldn't let go of the past.

"After drinking this bowl of soup, let's go on the road!" Meng Po's words were flat, without joy and worry, and she held a bowl of yellow soup in her hand.

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

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

Once you drink it, your love, hatred, and hatred will be forgotten in your life. Those you care about in this life and those you hate will be strangers in the next life, and you will never know each other.

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

"If you don't drink this Mengpo soup, you will have no choice but to step on the bridge of helplessness. Drink it and you will be clean and re-enter the six realms."

"Then have a bowl." Ye Chen coughed dryly, took the bowl, and was confident that a bowl of Mengpo soup could not erase his memory.

Moreover, he had to drink. If he didn't drink, he would cross the bridge of resignation, and he would not be able to reincarnate. He had no choice.

Meng Po soup has a very bitter taste, with joy, sorrow, pain and hatred.

After a bowl of soup, Ye Chen wiped his mouth, but he didn't feel anything. The so-called memory was his memory.

If he insisted that he had a feeling, it would be his soul, which had become much more pure and solid, and his floating body had actually hit the ground.

"And this effect?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up, where is the water of forgetfulness, it is a bowl of tonic.

Moreover, it is also a medicine to nourish the soul. For his current state, the more the better, the soul power will accompany him in the next life.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen chuckled, "One more bowl."

It doesn't matter what he said, that Meng Po, who had been burying her head, raised her head and looked at Ye Chen strangely.

How many years have passed, the number of people who have drank Meng Po soup is incalculable.

But this one is good, there is nothing wrong, and there is a second bowl.

there is a problem? Madam Meng frowned, and the old hand brushed over the empty bowl. No matter how full the yellow soup was, there was little water in the clear soup, and there was nothing surprising.

Ye Chen was very powerful, he raised his head and drank cleanly.

According to the first time, his soul power has increased a lot, and his body has more power, and he is no longer as weak as before.

Po Meng approached with a strange look, looking at Ye Chen up and down.

It's the second bowl, but the memory of this guy has not been erased, not only has it not been erased, but it is still alive and kicking.

Ye Chen wiped his mouth, and seeing Po Meng staring at him like this, he asked tentatively, "Another bowl?"

Madam Meng didn't even think about it, she filled Ye Chen again.

Come, she must come, her mother Meng, she really believes in evil.

Moreover, she must erase Ye Chen's memory and reincarnate with memory. The underworld is known to the human world, and there will be a catastrophe.

Ye Chen clucked, a bowl of Mengpo soup, and it was dried directly.

Okay! The soup was submerged in the stomach, warm, and the memory was not lacking. The soul power was rising, and it felt better to say.

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

Madam Meng was no longer calm, and under her hands, the soup was full again.

Ye Chen has the temperament of a bastard, how much he pours, not a drop, and he doesn't forget to lick Meng Po's bowl after drinking it.

"Mother-in-law, don't be stunned, go ahead! I can drink more."

"It's hard to come here once, I have to drink up before I go on the road."

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

Ye Chen's servant, bowl after bowl, without stopping.

He is real, and Granny Meng is even more real. He drinks from bowl to bowl, and Granny Meng pours it from bowl to bowl, so he can't keep up with the rhythm.

This is a little bit of effort, and I can drink no less than a hundred bowls.

I have to say, this guy is really interested, he didn't rush to reincarnate, and got on with the woman Meng Po, bowl after bowl without stopping.

Drink, we must drink enough, drink until you doubt life.

Anyway, if you don't drink and cry, it's not over.

The so-called Forgetful Water has become cheaper than plain water.

What kind of freak is this, Meng Po swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ye Chen didn't cry for her, but he really gave her a life of doubt, Meng Po soup! Can you take a snack.

It was another bowl to eat, and Ye Chen couldn't help burping.

Seeing Granny Meng staring at him, he secretly said that he was broken. He would be fine after drinking so many bowls, and he would definitely be taken to study.

If this is taken away, God knows if it can be reincarnated.

Figuring this out, the witty Ye Chen hurriedly covered his head, "Yeah... No way, my brain hurts!"

This guy's acting skills are really nothing to say. He staggered in place for a while, his expression became dull, and his eyes were empty.

This demeanor resembles a person who has lost his memory.

He acted very similar, and he really deceived Madam Meng.

The old woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. If you drink it again, I will really cry. I have never seen you like this.