Looking at Granny Meng who was kneeling on one knee, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light, "It seems that the Human King did not lie!"
Ye Feng was curious about the relationship between Meng Po's lineage from the Nether Sect and the Human King.
Logically speaking, the Nether Sect has existed for more than five thousand years, and the Qian Dynasty was only a dynasty more than a thousand years ago. It is impossible for Meng Po to be the undercover agent arranged by the Human King in the Nether Sect. Unless the Human King can travel through time and go to the Five Dynasties. Thousands of years ago.
Traveling through time and space is something that even a great star-level Heavenly Master cannot do.
Po Meng took a deep breath, stood up slowly, stared at Ye Feng who was sitting on the chair, and said: "Since the Human King gave you that drop of blood essence, then you are indeed qualified to inherit the resources placed here by the Qian Dynasty."
Ye Feng smiled slightly and said: "Then, when will you give me the resources left here by the Qian Dynasty?"
"I can't give it to you!"
"What's the meaning?"
Po Meng sighed softly and said: "That batch of resources is deep in the Netherworld Palace. It is the retreat place of previous generations of Netherworld Sect sages. Once you enter, you will definitely be discovered immediately!"
"Well!"
Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes and asked, "Even you can't enter?"
"I can get through it, but there are too many resources in that batch, and many items cannot be stored in the space ring."
"I want to ask, what are those resources?" Ye Feng was very curious as to what treasures the Human King had placed here, and whether it was worth his risk.
"I don't know the specific items. However, I know three of them. The North Sea Kunpeng Bone, the Nine Dragons Meteoric Iron, and the Hundred Treasures God Box!"
Ye Feng's eyes lit up. The Beihai Kunpeng bone alone was worth a fortune. If he had special means, it could even be integrated into the cultivator's body, allowing him to gain Kunpeng's power. As for the Nine Dragon Meteor Iron, it was a fragment of a star, which contained the power of a star. It is a treasure that even the great masters in the middle star level would be jealous of. As for the Treasure Box, Ye Feng doesn't know much about it.
Just the Beihai Kunpeng bone and Jiulong meteorite iron, Ye Feng can't stand the temptation.
"How many strong men are there in that place?"
There was a glimmer of light in Po Meng's cloudy eyes, knowing that Ye Feng couldn't stand the temptation of that treasure, so she said in a concentrated voice, "The first generation of Po Meng, the first generation of Water and Fire Judges, and the second generation of Fire Judges, where are they shutting down life and death?" .Also, there are many old monsters in the dark."
"Can you contact Grandma Meng and ask her to take action secretly?" Ye Feng asked, squinting his eyes.
Po Meng shook her head and said: "It's difficult. The situation of Po Meng's generation is very bad. Her end is approaching and she may pass away at any time."
"All right!"
Ye Feng frowned and suddenly raised his head, "Where is that generation of Nether Sect leader?"
"He is the current leader!"
"What?" Ye Feng's expression froze. He thought that the current leader of the Nether Sect was the third or fourth generation leader, but he didn't expect that he was actually the first generation leader.
"He has lived for more than five thousand years, and his energy and blood are still so strong?"
Meng Po's eyes flashed and she said: "The leader is very mysterious. Logically speaking, based on his ability, he should have broken through to the middle star level, but he has never made a breakthrough. I originally suspected that he was consolidating his foundation. He wanted to become a saint directly. Later I discovered that he seemed to have a bigger plan."
"Your Netherworld Sect is really mysterious!"
Ye Feng frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Let's not talk about anything else. Take me to the depths of Netherworld Palace and then make a decision!"
"good!"
"Buzz!"
Ye Feng's body suddenly twisted, slowly condensed, and turned into a drop of gold-tinged purple blood, which shot towards Po Meng's mouth.
Po Meng didn't hesitate, she opened her mouth to hold the blood and semen that shot out.
She closed her eyes and adjusted herself. After a while, Po Meng removed the lines covering the room and walked slowly and leisurely outside on crutches.
Ye Feng's thoughts overflowed from his blood.
The entire Nether Palace is a treasure that will be turned into a weapon of the Holy Spirit. If it were not covered by Meng Po's aura, Ye Feng would have nothing to hide.
There is a cave in the Palace of the Netherworld, the area of which is unknown.
After walking for three hours, Po Meng appeared in front of a dark door.
Po Meng slowly raised her crutch, and the dragon head on it gently knocked on the dark door.
"Boom!!!"
Suddenly, the dark door made a dull and sharp opening sound.
"The cabinet is inside, you must not expose any aura fluctuations!" Po Meng whispered to herself.
"I know!"
A faint gleam of blood flashed across Po Meng's eyes, and Ye Feng used her eyes to observe the surroundings.
Behind the gate, the demonic energy is so cold, like the Nine Nether Hells, which makes people shudder.
There is only one passage in the entire cabinet, with iron gates on both sides. Inside were the previous generations of venerables from the Nether Sect, many of whom have scattered with the wind and completely disappeared in this world.
However, inside more iron doors, there is still a terrifying atmosphere.
Holding a cane, Po Meng walked quickly towards the iron gate at the end.
Along the way, Ye Feng counted carefully and found that there were at least thirteen or fourteen sages still alive here, especially behind the four front doors.
His Holiness.
"Bang!"
When she reached the iron gate at the end, Po Meng picked up her crutch again and tapped it gently.
The iron door that had been covered in dust for a long time slowly opened, and a cold air came out of it.
When Po Meng walked into the room behind the iron door, the iron door slammed shut.
"This is?"
Through Po Meng's eyes, Ye Feng looked at the huge ice in the center of the room and couldn't help but feel shocked.
The huge ice froze a skinny figure, and wisps of cold air were like dragons, surrounding the entire ice.
As Po Meng entered, the thin figure frozen by the ice suddenly opened her eyes, filled with confusion.
However, after just a moment, the confusion in those eyes disappeared. He stared at Po Meng and his hoarse voice echoed in the room, "What's the matter?"
Po Meng did not answer immediately. She let go of her right hand and the dragon-head crutches floated in the air, sending out ripples like the waves of a lake.
When the dragon-head crutch fell again, Po Meng opened her mouth slightly.
"Buzz!"
The gold-tinged purple essence and blood shot out and turned into a slender figure.
"Um?"
In the ice, the eyes of Po Meng were filled with cold murderous intent, staring at Ye Feng with one hand behind his back, "Who are you?"
Looking at the generation of Po Meng in the ice, Ye Feng showed a look of surprise on his face. This Po Meng was the one who had come into contact with him in the outer world.
Ye Feng raised his hand, and a wisp of human king essence and blood overflowed.
Feeling the essence and blood of the Human King, the expression of the first generation Meng Po in the ice changed slightly, "He is finally here!"
"Kakakaka!!!"
As Po Meng's voice fell, cracks appeared in the ice that froze her, densely packed like a spider web.
