Chapter 150: Such a Great Merit, There Is No Reason Not to Take Advantage of It (Please Subscribe)

"Hua La La~"

The turbid water of the Wangchuan River was surging, and the blood waves kept hitting the river bank, emitting bursts of fishy smell.

A large group of copper snakes and iron dogs were floating in the blood waves, greedily staring at the ferocious giant python lying limp on the shore.

But they were afraid of Yang Ling's breath and did not dare to move forward easily.

The dead trees on the shore were intertwined, with dense shadows, withered branches and leaves, and the branches stretched towards the sky like ghost claws, which was creepy.

Yang Ling stood in front of the slender woman in a fur skirt, with a smile on his face that he thought was kind.

"I have no ill intentions, I just want to ask you some questions."

"Yeah."

The slender woman nodded repeatedly without any hesitation.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of the prehistoric world, and this situation is particularly common in the harsh environment of the netherworld.

There is rarely any right or wrong here, and there is no heavenly rule or law. All rules are determined by the strong.

Whoever is the most powerful, his words are the truth!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Xiang, I'm the eldest in the family, you can call me Meng Xiang."

"Age?"

"Should be... seven years old?"

"Seven years old?"

Yang Ling looked at the slender Meng Xiang with a little surprise. Can she develop so well at the age of seven?

"Not seven years old, but seven years old!"

Meng Xiang corrected seriously.

Yang Ling suddenly realized, and then was shocked.

He knew that in ancient times, the prehistoric world did not count years, but measured the passage of time in Yuan, Hui, and Yun.

After the birth of the human race, the units of measuring time added Shi and Nian.

In the era when the human race is the protagonist of the prehistoric world, "year" has become the most widely used unit of measurement.

There are twelve Hui in one Yuan, and thirty Yun in each Hui.

There are twelve Shi in one Yun, and thirty years in each Shi.

In other words, one Hui is equal to 10,800 years!

And the Meng Xiang in front of him has already reached seven Hui, which is 75,600 years!

In other words, according to the human race's measurement method, this woman who looks no more than twenty years old is actually more than 70,000 years old!

This woman clearly has no mana fluctuations, but has lived for so long. Obviously, she is not a human cultivator, but from a race that looks similar to humans, but is completely different!

"Are you... a witch?"

"Yes."

Meng Xiang nodded, then shook her head, "But I'm not a pure witch warrior. I have some witch blood in my body."

Yang Ling nodded, not surprised by this answer.

Although he is not familiar with the current status of the witch clan, he also knows that after the witch demon catastrophe, almost all the remaining witch clans moved to the netherworld, relying on the dangerous environment here to survive.

It can be said that the current witch clan has completely left the stage of the prehistoric world, and can only quietly lie dormant in the netherworld to lick its wounds, hoping for the opportunity to rise again.

In fact, as early as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Wu Clan did try to make a comeback, and by supporting Chi You, they expanded the power of the Wu people and attempted to rule the human race.

However, at that time, the human race had been vigorously developed by successive emperors, and it was prosperous and prosperous, and it was no longer a weak race that could be manipulated by others!

In the end, the Wu Clan's plan ended in failure.

Its leader Chi You, and 81 powerful Wu Kings all fell on the battlefield.

Since then, the Wu Clan has not made any moves.

It is estimated that they knew there was no hope, so they became honest.

After finding out Meng Xiang's origins, Yang Ling secretly thought that this Wu Clan woman had lived for so long, and must be very familiar with the netherworld, so he could learn more from her.

"By the way!" He continued to ask: "Just now you said that many outsiders have come to the underworld recently, what's going on?"

"Don't you know?" Meng Xiang looked at Yang Ling in surprise, "Aren't you here to hunt for treasure?"

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly. Strictly speaking, he was indeed here to hunt for treasure.

But the question is, how did Meng Xiang see it?

At this time, Meng Xiang seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized: "I understand, you outsiders like to hide things, fearing that the news will leak out and attract more treasure hunters!

But for us Wu people living in the underworld, the news that the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is about to open is not a rare thing."

"Yangquan Secret Realm?"

Yang Ling frowned. He didn't expect that there would be such a thing as a secret realm in this netherworld.

Since the Xiang Lengquan Secret Realm, he has known that the so-called secret realm is actually some ownerless small worlds.

These secret realms may contain some treasures left by the previous owner, or they may naturally breed some natural treasures.

For example, the Luobao Money and Enlightenment Tea Tree that were bred in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm last time.

Of course, that possibility is very small.

Most secret realms are barren inside, with nothing valuable!

"It seems that you are really not here to look for treasure."

Seeing Yang Ling's suspicious look, Meng Xiang nodded with some relief, and then took the initiative to introduce: "It is said that in ancient times, three great powers fought a battle in the Netherworld, and directly smashed the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld into pieces!

Later, it was the Queen Mother Hou Tu who took action and reshaped the broken Netherworld together, but some of the Netherworld fragments were left in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and finally formed the current Huangquan Secret Realm."

After hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart. He looked at Meng Xiang and said, "Among those three great powers, there shouldn't be Patriarch Hongyun, right?"

"As expected, you have heard of this legend!" Meng Xiang nodded and said seriously: "The ones who fought in the underworld were the Hongyun ancestors, the Kunpeng Demon Master and the Styx Cult Master!

After the formation of the Underworld Secret Realm, it opens every once in a while, and every time it is opened, it attracts countless immortals and gods to hunt for treasures!

It is said that when the Underworld Secret Realm was first opened, even the Kunpeng Demon Master and the Styx Master personally went in to search... You should know what they are looking for, right? "

"Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

"That's right, it's that Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Meng Xiang said leisurely and fascinated: "It is said that the Hongmeng Purple Qi can make people realize the Tao and become a saint. Unfortunately, the ancestor Hongyun was unlucky. Before he could become a saint, he was killed by Kunpeng Demon Master and the Styx Master together, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi was lost. Already..."

When Yang Ling heard this, his mind began to spin rapidly.

If it is true as Meng Xiang said, even the two great masters Kunpeng and Minghe went to search in the secret realm of Huangquan, could it be that Hongmeng Ziqi was really lost in the secret realm of Huangquan?

Although Yang Ling saw Hongyun Ancestor throwing a jade bottle into the Wangchuan River in his memory fragments, he could not be sure that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was hidden in the jade bottle.

Therefore, he felt that it was necessary to go to the underworld secret realm to take a look.

After all, the Underworld Secret Realm is essentially the original battlefield. If clues related to the Hongyun Ancestor can be found there, perhaps the hope of finding the Hongmeng Purple Qi will be greater.

"Then do you know the specific location of the secret realm?" Yang Ling asked tentatively.

Meng Xiang nodded: "Of course I know. I went in the secret realm last time when it was opened, but I still have to pick the Forget-Worrow Grass and the Flower of the Other Shore, otherwise I would take you there."

Yang Ling frowned slightly and asked curiously: "What are you collecting these forget-me-nots and other-side flowers for?"

"This is my latest discovery."

Meng Xiang immediately showed great enthusiasm when mentioning this, "You should know that the dead souls in the Netherworld need to drink the water of Wangchuan to eliminate the memories of past lives before reincarnation, right?"

Forget the river water?

Yang Ling frowned slightly, isn't it Meng Po Tang?

Could it be that at this time, there is no Po Meng in the underworld?

Seeing the doubtful look on his face, Meng Xiang said strangely: "You don't even know about the Wangchuan water? The Wangchuan water is the water in the Wangchuan River. After drinking it, the dead souls will forget all the past lives.

However, there are some memories that are so profound that even the Forget River water cannot clean them out. These dead souls enter reincarnation with their memories, which often causes some big troubles! "

Yang Ling nodded, expressing understanding.

It is extremely important to eliminate the memory of the dead soul, and it is the key to reincarnation.

If the dead souls were reincarnated with the memories of their previous lives, then the world would be completely in chaos.

At this time, Meng Xiang's eyes flashed with excitement, and she continued: "Not long ago, I accidentally discovered that if you add an appropriate amount of forgetwort grass and Bianhua flower to the water of Wangchuan River, plus several other herbs, their medicinal efficacy will be great." By interacting with Forget River water, the effect can be greatly improved.

In this way, those more profound memories can be completely erased. "

A strange light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, with some speculation in his heart.

"If it is true as you say, then this is a great merit!"

Clearing the memory of dead souls is of great significance to the six paths of reincarnation. If it can be successful, there will definitely be a lot of merit!

"Unfortunately, this is just my guess. I have tried it many times without success."

Meng Xiang shook his head, with a hint of bitterness on his face: "No one believes that I can refine the Wangyou Pill anymore! Even the herbs in the tribe are not allowed to touch me anymore, so I can only go out and collect Wangyou Pill by myself. Grass and Hibiscus flowers.”

"Geniuses are always not understood...wait a minute!"

Yang Ling originally wanted to offer some words of comfort, but suddenly realized something was wrong, "Shouldn't the Forgetwort and Bibi flowers you collected be used to make soup?"

"Making soup?"

There was a trace of confusion in Meng Xiang's eyes, and then she said in surprise: "Yes, if you use these materials to make elixirs, too much of the Forgotten River water as the main ingredient will be consumed!

If it is used to make decoction, it can not only retain the effect of Wangchuan water to the maximum extent, but also incorporate the medicinal effects of forgetwort grass and Bianhua flower into it!

I see! I see! "

Meng Xiang became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes shining with eagerness. She no longer cared about talking to Yang Ling, turned around and walked towards the deserted mountains in the distance, lowering her head to look for the possible existence of Forget-worn Grass and Bibi Flower.

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he immediately released his spiritual thoughts, carefully exploring the ground within a few hundred miles, and soon found a few forget-me-not grasses among the inconspicuous rocks.

He quickly walked over, carefully picked these herbs, and then found a blooming Bianhua flower nearby.

He dug up dozens of plants in the mud and soil, and then brought these medicinal materials to Meng Xiang. The latter was still empty-handed and couldn't find even one plant, with an anxious look on his face.

When she saw the Forget-Worrow Grass and Bianhua Flower sent by Yang Ling, a look of surprise flashed across her face.

"Great, these are enough to make a pot of soup... It's a pity that I don't have the utensils, otherwise I would..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw rays of pale golden light coming from all directions and slowly hovering in front of her.

This is the golden essence within a radius of 100 miles, which was pulled over by Yang Ling with his powerful magic power, and then gradually condensed into substance under his control, and finally formed a huge copper pot.

The pot is thick, exuding a faint metallic luster, and looks very solid.

Yang Ling pulled a water column from the Wangchuan River into the copper pot, and then urged a trace of the burning magic spirit to start heating the copper pot.

"What else do you need?"

"That's enough, I have all the other materials with me!" Meng Xiang said excitedly: "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, you developed Meng Po... ahem, what you did is a good deed that is beneficial to the Three Realms and Six Paths, so I naturally want to provide some help within my ability.

By the way, my name is Yang Ling, and I am a disciple of the Taiqing Saint, the leader of the Human Sect!"

Yang Ling happily introduced himself, and his purpose was very simple.

Since he had come across the good deed of developing Meng Po Soup that is beneficial to the Three Realms and Six Paths, there was no reason not to try it.

Hearing his identity, Meng Xiang's eyes widened, and her surprise was beyond words.

She was still secretly on guard, after all, in this netherworld, most people as warm-hearted as Yang Ling were not well-intentioned.

But now that she knew Yang Ling's identity, she felt much more relaxed.

What bad intentions could a disciple of the saint of the human religion have?