"Ten Thousand Nether Mountain?"

When the judge Cui Jue heard Meng Po’s words, his eyes changed slightly and immediately said, “Ten thousand Mingshan is a forbidden area of ​​the underworld. Not to mention our underworld members, even the ghost immortals from other divine kingdoms dare not get close to that place. How did you know that there are soul branches of Ten thousand Mingshan?”

Meng Po smiled slightly and said, "You should know that I was a mortal before. Before I became an immortal, I cried for my husband, right?"

Hearing Meng Po’s words, Hei Wuchang’s eyes lit up and he immediately said, “I know this! My husband’s soul was hooked by me. At that time, I didn’t expect that Meng Po, your temperament was so strong that it moved a certain immortal in the fairy world and cried a large area of ​​the solid Great Wall.”

"I'm good... that's really a big scene, I can't forget it now! Xiao Meng, I've witnessed that legend with my own eyes!"

Meng Po looked at Hei Wuchang and squinted her eyes and smiled: "That's the real thank you for seducing my husband's soul?"

Seeing Meng Po’s smile, Hei Wuchang suddenly felt a cold murderous intent, and he couldn’t help but tremble and laughed tremblingly: “No, no thanks… I, I’m just completing the work.”

Bai Wuchang, who was standing beside him, closed his mouth tightly and said nothing.

He was in love with Hei Wuchang at the beginning. Meng Jiangnu could cry for her husband to the Great Wall. This kind of tenacious emotion was beyond ordinary people's ability. Hei Wuchang's actions just now were like dancing in a minefield.

He still wants to live longer.

Cui Jue frowned and said, "I naturally know your story about Meng Jiangnu, but what does it have to do with the Forgetful Soul Branch of the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain?"

The Ten Thousand Nether Mountain is originally a forbidden area of ​​the underworld. The major gods of the Three Realms have explicitly prohibited their members from going there. Even Cui Jue himself does not know what Soul Forgetting Branches are in the Ten Thousand Nether Mountains. Now Meng Po knows that, and even uses Soul Forgetting Branches to refine the Forgetting Water...

This is really unreasonable. Cui Jue, as the judge of the underworld, believes that it is necessary to find out about this matter.

"Brother Cui, don't be anxious, I'm talking..." Meng Po looked at Cui Jue with a resentful look, with a very aggrieved expression.

Even Cui Jue, who was so heartless, could not stand Meng Po's current aggrieved expression, and his face suddenly turned red and his embarrassment appeared.

"Cough cough..." Cui Jue used a cough to cover up his embarrassment and signaled Meng Po to continue, "You, continue talking."

Meng Po seemed to like teasing Cui Jue and Hei Bai Wuchang like this. After Cui Jue retreated, she changed her grievance and laughed: "I was trapped by love back then and moved a certain immortal."

"The immortal who pityed me and gave me the fruit of Tao, allowing me to obtain a small position in the Heavenly Court. Later, he was afraid that I would not be able to get out of my husband's affairs, so he specially brought me the Soul Forgetting Branch from the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain, allowing me to refine the Water of Forgetting Love."

Hearing Meng Po’s words, Ye Ling couldn’t help but wonder: “I have been to the Ten Thousand Ming Mountain. Those who can come out safely from that place are at least saints. According to your words, he also found an immortal position for you in the Heavenly Court, which shows that he has a great status in the Heavenly Court. Do you know which saint he is?”

It is not simple to be able to go to the 100,000 Mingshan Mountain to get something out, and Ye Ling also wants to meet him.

Meng Po shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know either..."

"The Supreme Immortal disappeared after giving me the Soul Forgetting Branch. I have also inquired about him, but many colleagues in the Heavenly Court said that they had never seen the Supreme Immortal, and I am not qualified to see other saint-level gods, so I still don't know the identity of the Supreme Immortal."

"If possible, I would like to thank him personally. If it weren't for that immortal, I would have been exposed to the wilderness and reincarnation, let alone working in the underworld."

"Don't you know..." Ye Ling murmured, for some reason. He always cared about the Supreme Immortal in Meng Po's mouth.

However, even Meng Po doesn't know the identity of the Supreme Immortal. Even if he continues to ask questions here, he will not get any answers.

Soon, Ye Ling stopped engaging in this issue and confirmed to Meng Po: "To refine this Forgetful Water, now only the Forgetful Soul Branch is missing, right?"

Meng Po respectfully bowed to Ye Ling and said, "Yes... When the Emperor goes to get the Soul Forgetting Branch, I will finish all the preparations here. As long as the Emperor brings the Soul Forgetting Branch back, I can refine the water of Forgetting.

"Okay, I'll go back!"

Ye Ling nodded, but did not continue to stay in the Emperor's Hall, tearing open the space and escaping towards the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain.

"Give me a visit to the Emperor."

Meng Po respectfully bowed to the place where Yeling disappeared, and then whispered: "I wish you... good luck."

Hundreds of thousands of dark mountains.

There is still a strong dark energy here, and the mountains are silent and there is no living thing.

The rich dead energy makes the place look extremely gloomy.

The trees in the mountains were surrounded by dark energy, and they were all pitch black, with only bare branches.

Ye Ling walked out of the cracked space, glanced at the dark trunks around him, frowned, and said to himself: "This Meng Po did not say what the Soul-Forgotten Branch looks like, where should I find it?"

Ye Ling walked to a tree casually and found that the whole tree was made of metal. There was no other power except the dark energy that could erode life's vitality, and there was not even a trace of spiritual power.

"The branches of these trees should not be soul-forgotten branches, I have to look for special ones..."

Ye Ling glanced around and found that the black trees around him were similar. He was about to release his soul to cover the Hundred Thousand Nether Mountain. When he was looking for the Soul Forgetting Branch, a phantom slowly condensed in front of him.

Ye Ling saw the phantom condensed, his eyes slightly condensed, and he said, "Who?"

"Emperor..."

A man wearing broken armor, with a blood hole on his chest and a pale face appeared in front of Ye Ling and respectfully gave Ye Ling a big gift, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ye Ling carefully looked at the pale-faced man and confirmed that he had never seen him before asking, "Who are you? Have we seen him?"

The man said hoarsely: "My name is... Chu Yuan."

"Chuyuan?"

Hearing the man's words, Ye Ling's eyes changed slightly: "Are you the ancient Chaos God Chu Yuan who created the Tianmiao Evil Formation?"

Chu Yuan smiled weakly and said, "It seems that the Emperor has heard my story...but those are all false names. Compared to you, Emperor, I am still far from me."

Ye Ling really didn't expect that he would meet Yuan's father here, and his mood also fluctuated a little, and he sighed: "It's rumored that you are already scattered and are not in the world. I didn't expect that you could actually see you here."

Chu Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "I fell in the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain, and a large number of creatures died due to the power of many saints, resulting in a large number of Nether Qi gathering in the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain."

"My soul was infected by the Nether Qi when my soul was scattered. I finally survived because of the Nether Qi, but I was also trapped in the Ten Thousand Nether Mountain by the Nether Qi."

"It's a blessing that I can wait for the Emperor here."

"Wait?" Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Yuan deeply, "It seems that our encounter is not fate... but a situation set by a certain person..."
Chapter completed!