"Only dead souls can turn into undead souls, only undead souls can pass through the black fog of nothingness and come to the bank of the Wangchuan River, and only undead souls can make Meng Po appear..."

"Alas..."

A sigh fell with Meng Po's emotion, and the temperature of this world seemed to have dropped to the limit.

"Am I dead?"

Ye Wuque said lightly.

Then, he glanced at Painted Skin Ke'er who had already stood on the boat, and walked towards Meng Po with a calm face.

Meng Po seemed to smile.

But after Ye Wuque walked to her side, he did not take Meng Po's soup, but did not stop for a step, just jumped over Meng Po and also walked onto the boat lightly.

But the strange thing was that Meng Po did not stop!

After Ye Wuque also walked onto the boat, Meng Po turned around and raised the soup in her hand to Ye Wuque again.

"Young man, do you really not want to drink the soup?"

Meng Po grinned at Ye Wuque.

"I don't have a good appetite today, let's talk about it another day."

Ye Wuque replied lightly.

Meng Po looked at Ye Wuque deeply with her eyes, and finally sighed. She waved her hand, and the black soup bowl disappeared. She also walked back to the boat.

She did not force Ye Wuque.

The oars were rowed again, and the boat began to return.

Painted Skin Ke'er, who drank Meng Po's soup, stood blankly on the boat, as if she had lost all her mind and really turned into a painted skin.

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Meng Po shook the oars and sang the sad and strange ballad again.

The boat was getting farther and farther away from the river bank, and kept going forward. Soon, there was only the turbid Wangchuan River in all directions.

Hualala!

The Wangchuan River suddenly began to turbulent, and the waves swept, as if there was some unimaginable horror hidden under the turbid river water.

Until half a quarter of an hour later, the boat was completely alone floating on the Wangchuan River.

"Young man..."

Meng Po's voice sounded again on the silent boat, and Ye Wuque looked up.

"If you drink the soup now, it's not too late."

Meng Po seemed to be persuading him kindly.

Ye Wuque didn't comment, but just cast his eyes towards the Wangchuan River.

"Alas..."

Meng Po shook his head gently.

Wow!!

At this moment, the turbid Wangchuan River suddenly exploded, and a figure with a dark body and overwhelming resentment, like a devil, rushed out!

The vengeful spirit!

Wet all over, with an ugly and terrified face, a pair of eyes full of tyranny and evil spirit, swept across the boat.

First, it swept across the painted skin Ke'er, and its eyes became fierce, but it seemed to have a hint of hesitation, and finally moved its eyes away and fell on Ye Wuque who was standing aside.

At this moment, Ye Wuque just happened to look straight over!

The eyes of the man and the spirit collided in the void in an instant.

"Roar!!"

The vengeful spirit let out a sharp and terrible roar, shaking the world, infinite fear, and the entire Wangchuan River suddenly began to shake wildly!

"Alas..."

Seeing this, Meng Po sighed.

"Young man, why bother?"

She seemed to have seen Ye Wuque's fate.

Chi Chi Chi!

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, the world was filled with endless resentful spirits, covering everything and falling towards the boat.

Looking at all this, Ye Wuque still had no expression on his face.

With his hands behind his back, he did not look panicked, but his eyes became deeper.

Meng Po watched coldly, without any intention of intervening.

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.

Roar, roar, roar!

The resentful roar was shocking, and Ye Wuque had no way to avoid it!

However!

Ye Wuque did not have any intention of avoiding it.

At this moment, facing the resentful spirits all over the sky, he just quietly uttered two words...

"Reincarnation."

Buzz! !

The blazing mysterious purple light instantly rippled from Ye Wuque's body, sweeping across the ten directions and spreading across the nine heavens!

The samsara domain reappeared!

The moment those vengeful spirits rushed over and touched the samsara domain, their whole bodies suddenly seemed to be on fire, and they let out extremely shrill howls, and turned into ashes!

Meng Po, who had been watching coldly, suddenly changed her expression at this moment! !

A pair of eyes burst into a terrifying light, and she looked at Ye Wuque standing in the samsara domain, her whole body trembling slightly!

"The power of samsara???"

"How is this possible!!!"

Meng Po's voice was trembling, and she was terrified!

"Could it be..."

Suddenly, Meng Po seemed to have thought of something, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Ye Wuque revealed an unconcealable... horror!

Chi Chi Chi!!

Between heaven and earth, countless vengeful spirits were directly turned into ashes under the illumination of the samsara domain, and they could not even resist a little.

Ye Wuque stood on the boat, his body shone with purple light. Looking at the vengeful spirits rushing out of the Wangchuan River one after another, his mind moved, and the reincarnation field suddenly expanded tenfold and a hundredfold!

The entire Wangchuan River was instantly submerged in the reincarnation field!

Chichichi!

Endless roars sounded inside, and endless resentment rose in all directions, like hell overturning and sweeping across the heavens.

After about ten breaths.

The purple light slowly faded.

When all the light disappeared completely, the world returned to peace, and there were no more resentful spirits.

All the resentful spirits were all wiped out and purified by the reincarnation field.

Crash!

The Wangchuan River returned to peace, and the turbid river water seemed to be much clearer. The boat floated quietly on it, adding a little peace.

Ye Wuque, who stood with his hands behind his back, did not move from beginning to end, and he was still the same at this moment, but he turned his eyes and looked at Meng Po.

Plop! !

The mysterious and strange Meng Po suddenly knelt down at this moment!

She actually knelt in front of Ye Wuque and lowered her head, as if she was worshiping Ye Wuque.

But at this moment, Meng Po was trembling, her face turned pale, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Ye Wuque revealed a boundless... fear!

"Meng Po pays homage to the Supreme Being... The Great Emperor of Samsara!"

A voice filled with endless awe, fear, and trembling came from Meng Po's mouth, echoing above the dead and peaceful Forgotten River.