Wuhuang is above

Chapter 665 Mo Qing
Could it be that this woman really has a way to return to the Netherworld?

The man in black suddenly looked forward to it, looked at Feng Qingyu, lowered his head, and spoke his experience for a moment.

It turned out that the man in black was named Mo Qing, and he had indeed survived the turmoil in the Nether Realm a long time ago.

The Hades of the Nether Realm are very old, even though Ming Ye is still a teenager in front of him, the actual survival time is extremely long.

"Can you really take me back to the Netherworld? How can you guarantee it?"

Feng Qingyu knew that he would ask this question a long time ago, rubbing her fingers, a dark green flame ignited in her palm, shaking back and forth between square inches, and a breath of death permeated it.

Seeing the flames in Feng Qingyu's hands, the man in black couldn't help but tremble, as if the cluster of flames in Feng Qingyu's hands was the most precious treasure in the world.

The next moment, he respectfully bowed down, kowtowed to Feng Qingyu, bowed his head and said, "I hope my lord can take me back to the Netherworld!"

Feng Qingyu kept silent, just tapping the table lightly with his fingers, the man in black felt a little flustered, but he also understood that Feng Qingyu couldn't take him to the Netherworld for nothing.

"I don't know what your lord is here for? Almost everything within a thousand miles is under my control. If you need anything, I will help you as much as possible."

Feng Qingyu still didn't speak, the black-robed man's heart fluttered, he knew that Feng Qingyu probably wanted him.

But after thinking about it, I set up a phantom array on this barren land, so that people will be stunned when they come and go in the future, isn't it just to return to the Netherworld one day.

Gritting his teeth, the black-robed man kowtowed again, and said firmly: "With the will-o'-the-wisps of the Netherworld, I believe that you, my lord, are of great importance in the Netherworld."

"I am a ghost who survived the chaos in the Nether Realm thousands of years ago. Because of some chances, I successfully transformed into a form, but I was involved in the storm of time and space. That's why I came to this Mortal Realm."

"If my lord can take me back to the Nether Realm, as long as you let me do it before I go to the Nether Realm, I will definitely do my best... How about it?"

Feng Qingyu drank the liquid in the cup on the table in one gulp, got up, and walked directly to the door.

The face of the man in black changed, and just when he didn't know what Feng Qingyu meant, a sentence floated from the front.

"Where is Ye Mingquan, take me there!"

Hearing this, the man in black immediately understood what Feng Qingyu meant by accepting her.

He was a little annoyed at Feng Qingyu's tone, but thinking about it, in order to be able to return to Youjie, he suppressed his unhappiness.

Mortal monks cannot adapt to life in the Nether Realm, and the creatures in the Nether Realm naturally have difficulty adapting to the aura of the Mortal Realm. Although the two worlds communicated with each other a long time ago, they are two completely different systems.

Otherwise, how could he have secretly cultivated here for so long, but his strength is still a long way from the peak.

If he wanted to practice in the mortal world, the dark energy he used to cultivate his skills was not enough, so he transformed this area into his Shura field.

If you can return to the Netherworld, these are nothing.

When Feng Qingyu walked out of the black building, the outside sun shone down again, it was a bit dazzling, Feng Qingyu raised her hand to block it.

Originally, he was just asking casually, but he didn't expect that the man in black actually knew where Ye Mingquan was.

"Ye Mingquan? My lord, you want to find the night spirit grass, right? Then I guess you will return empty-handed this time."

"Huh? Why?" Feng Qingyu looked at him, and the man in black smiled, revealing a somewhat pale face under the black hat.

(End of this chapter)