Drink this bowl of soup and you will be brothers.

Zhao Yang remembered those mortals who were like weeds in the cave.

They just drank a few bowls of their own soup, and did not reveal the news of their departure until their death.

After wandering in the Northern Territory for so long, Zhao Yang never thought of the lives buried in the collapsed cave.

It’s not because there is too little intersection, but because I subconsciously forget it.

This is not normal.

At this moment, holding the soup bowl in front of him, a violent evil aura slowly emerged in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at the faces in front of him.

"It's so awesome..."

He lowered his head and looked at the egg white soup rippling in the bowl, Zhao Yang murmured in a low voice.

"Brother, what did you say? Drink it while it's hot." The man who delivered the soup grinned and smiled.

In the distance, several men swallowed their saliva with difficulty.

"This is the devil's way? As long as there is a flaw in your heart, you can take the opportunity to enter, right?" Zhao Yang did not look up, but just spoke in a low voice.

Compared to the sword cultivator I met before, the magic path is much weirder.

Senior Jian Cultivator brought his younger disciples into his memory fragments, so that they could find opportunities, and they could fit together and follow each other.

This demon cultivator directly enters his memory space to find the flaws. If he is an ordinary person, his mind will collapse when he sees the cave scene just now.

"Haha, it seems that I am not a fellow fellow…" The man with messy hair chuckled and said coldly.

There was only the crackling sound of bonfires in the entire cave.

Zhao Yang held the bowl with a strange look in his eyes.

They can't see their past.

In other words, they can only see some of their memories in the Northern Region World, but they can't see the memories of the system world and the other world at all.

This made him feel relieved, but he was a little disappointed.

"I once heard a story where a powerful person pitys people for being miserable. When the human life ends, he will give him a sip of hot soup." With a gentle breath, Zhao Yang whispered.

When everyone in the cave heard his words, their faces showed a look of contemplation.

"Drink this bowl of soup, the past will disappear, there will be no regrets in this life, and no resentment in the next life."

"There is such soup in the world?" someone asked in a low voice, his face showing a look of longing.

"Is there such a powerful person?" Someone spoke in confusion, but the expression on his face clearly showed that desire was greater than doubt.

"That powerful man is called Mengpo, and the soup is called Mengpo soup." After Zhao Yang said that, he put the bowl to his mouth: "Today's fish soup is considered my Zhao Yang's Mengpo soup. If you drink it, forget it if you should."

After saying that, he drank the fish soup in the bowl with a few mouthfuls, and then laughed.

In the cave, others laughed happily.

Since then, Zhao Yang has fished and hunted with these people every day, using blood and food to replenish qi and blood.

Half a year later, a demon cultivator came and took them away, and went to the Dark Night Demon Sect to practice the magical skills.

Zhao Yang practiced faster than everyone else. He achieved the foundation-building realm within a year, led a group of brothers to kill monsters, and occasionally became enemies with some practitioners.

Life is so happy, and you will live a happy revenge.

Three years later, at the peak of Zhao Yang's foundation building, a brother who came out of the cave was killed by the demon cultivator to refine his soul.

Zhao Yang was already the leader of a small force at this time. Without saying a word, he led his subordinates to chase and kill the Golden Pill Demon Cultivator.

In the end, with all his casualties and serious injuries under his command, Zhao Yang reversed his magic skills, broke through at the last battle, formed a golden elixir, and killed the opponent.

Becoming a Jindan demon cultivator and having the record of killing the enemy for his brothers, Zhao Yang became famous and quickly gathered himself to become a very respected demon disciple.

Until one day, the man who gave him a bowl of fish soup came and handed him a glass of bitter wine.

"The silent devil said, you are blocking his way."

Looking at the glass of wine in front of him, Zhao Yang reached out to pick it up.

Just as I was about to drink it in one sip, I was taken away by the man in front of me and drank it dry.

Zhao Yang looked at the man and just smiled with a tugging face, and then turned into a pile of dry bones in front of him.

Without a word, Zhao Yang set up all his troops and spent ten years to kill the silent demon disciple.

Turning back, he is already the strongest young man of the Dark Night Demon Sect.

Naturally, he was named the No. 1 Demonic.

A thousand years later, he took over the magic script given to him by his master and transformed into the Dark Night Demon Envoy.

The mission of the Dark Night Demon Sect is to wait for the Demon Lord to come.

Zhao Yang is a person who is unwilling to be content. When he became the peak existence in the world, he finally opened the last page of the magic scripture.

"Refining the demon body, receiving the demon soul, and transforming the demon lord?"

Looking at the scene of the Demon Lord descending on the last page, Zhao Yang's body was filled with demonic energy and began to slowly refine his demon body.

"Did the host consume 1 world's power to refine the demon body?"

"Did the host spend 10 world power to refine the true body of the Taoist demon?"

A cold sound penetrated Zhao Yang's soul consciousness like lightning.

In an instant, all the demonic paths and demon lords were like a spring dream, without any trace.

There was only half a broken bowl in his hand.

"Buzz--"

The broken bowl vibrated and turned into a heavy sword with awesome devilish energy.

Zhao Yang didn't think about it and directly inserted the big sword into the sword box.

He was extremely familiar with this sword. It was the great sword he used in the Demon Sect for hundreds of thousands of years - God-Slaying Sword.

Of course, he knew that it was not himself who used this sword, but the senior of the Demon Sect who was sealed in the tomb in front of him.

Looking at the big words "Demon Sect Emperor Motian" on the tombstone in front of him, Zhao Yang bowed and bowed.

Unlike the Great Snow Mountain Sword Cultivator, this Emperor Motian transformed into a sword. After leaving behind the inheritance, he handed over all his cultivation insights to Zhao Yang without reservation.

This made Zhao Yang really lost, and finally relied on the system to reply to Qingming.

"Boy, is there really Mengpo soup in this world?"

In front of the stone tablet, a afterimage slowly condensed, but it floated and seemed to dissipate at any time.

The figure was wearing a black robe, with a black jade hair crown on her head, and a Kui Niu python pattern jade belt around her waist. Her face was majestic, which was exactly what Zhao Yang looked like before.

Dimotian.

The first demon envoy of the Dark Night Demon Sect.

However, now Di Motian really has only one residual soul, and all his power has been handed over to Zhao Yang.

Hearing Di Motian's words, Zhao Yang's hand flashed with inspiration and a small white porcelain bowl appeared.

"Sir, try it."

Di Motian reached out to take it, looked at the faint soup in the bowl, lowered his head and took a sip.

“How does it taste?”

"It's a little sweeter, maybe you young people will like it." Di Motian shook his head and took another sip.

"Do you want to add more?" Zhao Yang said, and a pot of clay appeared in his hand.

"This is a medicinal meal specially prepared for me by my junior sister. I was afraid that I would go hungry outside, so I prepared a lot for me, and the taste was specially prepared."

Seeing that Emperor Motian handed over the bowl, Zhao Yang poured half a bowl for him.

"Looking like this, there is no such powerful man Meng Po in the world?" Di Motian looked at the bowl in his hand, his face showed disappointment and slowly lifted it up.

"If you want, senior, please treat this bowl of soup as Mengpo soup. After drinking it, your grudges and love will be in this life." Zhao Yang said softly.

Di Motian's hand holding the bowl was slightly paused, and after a long time, he slowly put the bowl down.

"I don't want to forget." His body gradually dissipated.

Zhao Yang bowed and bowed.

"Can you give me a bowl of Mengpo soup?"
Chapter completed!