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Chapter 192: Eighteen Levels of Hell (Part 1)

Chapter 192: Eighteen Levels of Hell (Part 1)

"Um!"

Qin Nan nodded, then looked at the Meng Po soup, who was still standing there blankly, muttering: "Meng Po soup, have a bowl! Meng Po soup..."

"Could it be that after the ancestral witch Houtu reincarnated, a trace of the true spirit left behind turned into this Po Meng? Master, I think this Po Meng is stupid, what is there to be afraid of?"

Zhu Bajie didn't know the allusions about "Meng Po Soup", nor did he know the various rumors about the Netherworld that Qin Nan knew.

"Granny Meng, I am Qin Nan, the leader of the Fuxi tribe of the human race. This time I came to the Netherworld for this thing..."

Qin Nan walked up to Po Meng mysteriously and revealed the eight sun-shooting arrows hidden in his sleeves. A burst of dark golden light flashed on the dark-black arrows of the sun-shooting arrows. They were six rays. The rank power of reincarnation.

"Meng Po soup...Meng Po soup..."

Meng Po was still shouting softly, but Qin Nan could see that the moment he showed the sun-shooting arrow, a look of surprise flashed on Meng Po's face, and then it immediately returned to normal. .

But it was the look of surprise at this moment that made Qin Nan understand that the memory of the ancestral witch Houtu must not have been erased. This Meng Po was not just a puppet, but the consciousness of the ancestral witch Houtu must be in it.

But Qin Nan didn't know why Hou Tu Zu Sha was so low-key, bending down next to the underworld and transforming into Po Meng.

"Granny Meng, I know you are the ancestral witch Hou Tu, so don't hide it. Now that the great witch Hou Yi is dead, there is no one to take care of him in the underworld. The Tenth Hall of Hell has no book of life and death, and no judge's pen. There is no way to take care of the whole world. Netherworld Underworld, if you don’t come out to take charge of the overall situation, the underworld will be in chaos. Not to mention the prehistoric times, even this underworld will have no place for your witch clan. I’m afraid...the witch clan will die..."

Qin Nan spoke to Po Meng again. The words were very serious. Qin Nan even told some of the later history that he knew, including Buddhism's invasion of the underworld, Haotian's entry into heaven, etc.

Qin Nan picked up these mythological allusions easily, but they made Meng Po close her mouth, frown, and it took her a long time to spit out a few words between her teeth: "You... said... all... real?"

"Absolutely true!"

Qin Nan vowed to do so, and seeing that Po Meng no longer pretended to be crazy, he secretly thought that he had opened the door. He was really afraid that Po Meng would be so crazy and ignore him, so he wanted to understand the affairs of the underworld and repair the Judge's Pen. , I don’t know who to look for. The Tenth Palace Yama obviously knows, but Qin Nan won’t look for them, because I’m afraid they are always thinking about Qin Nan’s Judge’s Pen.

But this Meng Po is different. Although Meng Po was transformed from the descendant of the ancestral witch, her ambitions have been reduced to nothing after the reincarnation. All she can think about is how to preserve a bloodline for the witch clan. , this Netherworld is the compensation given by heaven and earth after her reincarnation, allowing the Witch Clan to control it.

But now, Hou Yi, the great witch who controls the witch clan, as the Emperor of the Netherworld, died under the Chaos Bell of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. The two artifacts, the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen, were lost, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation could not be activated. All of this is... The underworld is about to face a huge crisis.

Qin Nan knew that as long as he explained the stakes, there would be no need for Mrs. Meng to worry. When she gets worried, she will naturally show her true colors and talk to Qin Nan happily.

"You are just the leader of a human tribe, and your cultivation level is Mahayana. How do you know so many secrets? Is there any evidence?"

Po Meng calmed down and glanced at Qin Nan carefully again, but she saw through Qin Nan's cultivation level at a glance, and she said seriously instead of the infatuated look she had just said.

"Granny Meng, although I have no way to prove it, what I said is true. Regardless of whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. If you don't believe it, then the witch clan will suffer a great disaster in the future. You don't want to regret!"

Qin Nan's words were very relaxed. What he meant was that the matter had nothing to do with me anyway. Whether you believe it or not is all your own business. There is no need for me to lie to you.

"Boy Qin, can you show me the sun-shooting arrow in your sleeve again?"

Po Meng hesitated for a moment, and after carefully pondering the meaning of Qin Nan's words, she sighed and spoke slowly.

"this……"

Faced with Granny Meng's request, Qin Nan hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out the eight sun-shooting arrows hidden in his sleeves, handed them to Granny Meng and said, "Grandma Meng, here, these are the archery arrows. Sun Arrow, I want to recombine them into the Judge Pen, do you think there is any way?"

"Master, this..."

Zhu Bajie hurriedly squeezed forward, wondering how he could hand over such an important thing to that old woman. However, Qin Nan waved his hand to him and said through a message: "It's okay, just let her take a look. The ancestral witch Houtu is not here yet." As for doing something like this.”

After Meng Po received the eight sun-shooting arrows, she stroked them for a while and sighed deeply without saying a word. However, Qin Nan was anxious and asked, "Grandma Meng, is there any way to restore it to the Judge's Pen?"

"Hou Yi died unjustly. There should have been ten of these sun-shooting arrows, but there are only eight here..."

"There is another one here, but the last one was probably destroyed by Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell."

Qin Nan quickly took out the sun-shooting arrow from Zhu Bajie's mouth and handed it to Po Meng. Then he saw Meng Po touching the nine sun-shooting arrows with his big hands.

Uh-huh!

The nine sun-shooting arrows merged into one body and turned into a dark penholder.

"Done? Is it that simple?"

Qin Nan was a little confused, so he took the judge's pen from Granny Meng's hand, looked at it carefully, and then said in surprise: "The tip of the pen is gone?"

It turned out that the Judge's Pen, which was restored with nine sun-shooting arrows, only had one pen holder, and the most critical tip was missing.

"There are ten total Sun-shooting Arrows that the Judge's Pen transforms into. Therefore, if you want to restore them all to become the Judge's Pen, you must have ten full Sun-shooting Arrows. Now you have one missing, which happens to be the one at the tip of the pen. Yes, that’s all we can do.”

Po Meng explained, but Qin Nan said: "The last sun-shooting arrow has been destroyed by Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell, and it is impossible to find it. What should we do?"

"No, with the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Judge's Pen will not be damaged. Likewise, the last Sun-shooting Arrow will not be damaged either."

"Then...where will it be?"

Qin Nan also remembered that the Sun-shooting Divine Bow in Hou Yi's hand was smashed to pieces by Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell, but it was finally repaired by the power of six reincarnations, and then fell into Haotian's hands. in hand.

"It's up to you to find it yourself. If you find it, you can directly put a set of it on the Judge's Pen, and the pen head will be born, and the complete Judge's Pen will be back."

After Meng Po finished speaking, her eyes suddenly became blurred again, and she shouted in a daze: "Meng Po soup...Meng Po soup..."

"What's going on? Master, is this old woman going crazy again?"

Zhu Bajie took the judge's pen from Qin Nan's hand, shook his shoulders, and said: "Master, I don't think this is a good deal! How come our nine sun-shooting arrows were replaced with such a pen barrel? The arrows are made of I'm here to kill people, and what's the use of this pole? And it doesn't even have a pen, so I can't even write..."

"Pig head, how do you know its magical function? The souls of all living things are recorded in the book of life and death. With just one tick of the judge's pen, you will be killed immediately, no matter if you are a Daluo god..."

Qin Nan took back the Judge's Pen, put it in the palm of his hand, and felt it carefully with his spiritual sense. Sure enough, he realized that there was a huge power of reincarnation surging inside, as well as the ability to steal people's lives invisibly, but now , Qin Nan knew that the Judge's Pen was incomplete. Without the tip of the pen, there would be no outlet for this power, and there would be no way to use it. Therefore, the most critical thing now is to find the last sun-shooting arrow and form it into a pen.

"It's such a small pen, can it really be so powerful?"

Zhu Bajie had some doubts, but the power of these innate spiritual treasures, especially those with rank power, was immeasurable.

"Let's go! Bajie, I have a hunch that the last sun-shooting arrow is in this underworld, and it is very likely that it is in the six paths of reincarnation."

Qin Nan tried hard to recall that after the sun-shooting bow was broken, it returned to the six reincarnations and was repaired by the six reincarnations.

Therefore, Qin Nan had a vague feeling that the last sun-shooting arrow must have been recovered by the Six Paths of Reincarnation and hidden somewhere in the Netherworld.

"Then we won't care about this old woman?"

Zhu Ba ring pointed at Meng Po soup, looked at the Meng Po soup in her hand, and said with a smile: "Master, do you think we should drink her Meng Po soup for one night before leaving?"

"If you want to be reincarnated, just drink it!"

After saying that, Qin Nan walked away, heading towards a place in the underworld based on his feeling. Zhu Bajie quickly caught up with him.

Now, the two of them have transformed into ghosts of the Wu clan and blended in with the ghosts. Qin Nan's idea is to use these ghosts to find out the whereabouts of the last sun-shooting arrow.

However, what disappoints Qin Nan is that these Wu clan ghosts are now discussing the issue of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and there is no other useful information at all.

boom!

Just when Qin Nan was unable to do anything, there was a violent vibration in the entire Netherworld, rumbling like countless boulders falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Nan heard the ghosts shouting: "The eighteen levels of hell are completed, completed!"

"What? The eighteen levels of hell have been completed?"

Qin Nan was also surprised, thinking that it would take at least a long time for the eighteen levels of hell to be completed, but he did not expect that the Ten Palaces of Hell were so fast that they could actually create the eighteen levels of hell in such a short period of time.

"It's that direction..."

Qin Nan's consciousness felt an extremely terrifying aura coming towards him, and he looked in that direction. His consciousness couldn't help but tremble on his own. An extremely cold and terrifying aura enveloped him, making him move. Unable to move, all five senses and six senses were sealed, as if falling into an infinite abyss of hell.

"Owner?"

Zhu Bajie quickly slapped Qin Nan's body, infiltrating his own power, and then Qin Nan escaped from such a terrifying aura.

"It's the Sun-shooting Arrow. There is the aura of the Sun-shooting Arrow in the eighteen levels of hell..."

Qin Nan was frightened as soon as he pulled away, but he felt the breath from the last sun-shooting arrow.