Yan Luo's face sank, and he quickly replied: "Of course not, do you think that crossing this thing is like taking an airplane, you can wear it as you want, and it is so simple to cross back and forth a few times?"

Mo Yufei asked, "Isn't it? Oh, by the way, do you have to pay? I really can't, when you send me back to my hometown, I will pay you a lot of money. You know, I'm also a young man in the dark capital!"

Yan Luo pouted his mouth and gloated: "Is your family very rich, but having money can't solve the problem of crossing." To tell you the truth, you don't have to pay for crossing, and crossing has nothing to do with money. ”

Mo Yufei began to be a little anxious again, and asked in a panic: "Since it has nothing to do with money, what does it have to do with it? How can I travel back to the secluded capital of the world." ”

Yan Luo Chair said with a wicked smile: "Since I have already crossed you to the ghost city of the netherworld. You might as well stay here, cultivate hard, start from scratch, put down the shelf of the big young master in the yang world, and start from a newcomer, starting from the most ordinary and ordinary newcomer. As long as you are willing to work hard, within three years and five years, your martial arts cultivation and career achievements will never be worse than those in the world. opposite

I'm sure you'll live a better and more wonderful life than in that secluded capital city......"

Mo Yufei hurriedly interrupted Yan Luo's words, and continued to protest: "I said the old immortal, please help me, okay, I really don't want to enjoy any outstanding and wonderful life here, I just want to return to the world as soon as possible, help my father and other relatives, friends, and deal with the blood blowing in the east gate!

Unbeknownst to him, Yan Luo chair shook his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, my promise to your master has been fulfilled, and I can't send you back to the world!"

Mo Yufei hissed and asked, "Why? Why is this happening? What kind of promise did you and my master make?"

The eyes revealed on the back of the Yama chair were fierce. It said helplessly: "Even if I want to take you back to my family, your master will not agree......!

Mo Yufei asked, "Unless what?"

Yan Luo Chair sighed and said, "Unless your master is willing to promise to let you return to the Yang Realm, otherwise, you can only accept your fate!"

What is this word, it is simply ridiculous, ridiculous, and ridiculous. Mo Yufei is not a person who is willing to be appointed easily.

Therefore, he asked, "Who is my ancestor? Is he alive or dead, human or ghost? Where is he? I want to see my ancestor! I wonder if you can take me to meet my ancestor! I am grateful!" Mo Yu was about to cry out loud. He knew very well that if he delayed like this any longer, if he couldn't return to the world, he was afraid that he would never see his father, younger brothers, and senior brothers and sisters, and his friends Miaoshan in the future. I don't know if they will join forces with the Sleeping Beauty Witch with a Thousand Faces and the Demon Cult's Dark Valley to deal with the demonic East Gate Blowing Blood? Who will win and who will lose? Who will live or who will die?...... Thinking of this, Mo Yufei couldn't bear to think about it anymore! If he thought about it any more, he would be even more worried about the safety of his father and younger brothers. Because, at the moment when Mo Yufei crossed over to this netherworld, the sword had already snatched the Guanyin Sword and the Rulai Sword in his hands when he saw the bleeding from the East Gate. And at this moment, how could Mo Yufei not worry about his relatives and friends?

Therefore, Mo Yufei's eyes widened, for fear that the Yama chair would suddenly disappear from under his nose in an instant.

I only listened to the Yan Luo chair think for a long time before he said slowly: "Do you really want to see your ancestor Mo?"

After Mo Yufei heard this, a light appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly said in surprise: "That's natural, since the immortals know where my ancestor is, then take me to see my ancestor!" Hold in your arms. It's like hugging a big savior, a life-saving straw.

Yan Luo chair muttered a little suffocated: "You stinky boy, why do you hug me so tightly, you want to suffocate me to death, if you suffocate me to death, you will never see your ancestor again!?"

When Mo Yufei heard this, he quickly let go of his hand embarrassedly, and said apologetically: "Old immortal, are you okay, blaming me just now was already reckless." It hurts to hold you, and please return you, the gods don't care about mortals, forgive me for being careless for a while. However, I was also afraid that you would abandon me, so I hugged you tightly. ”

If I am an immortal, no matter how tightly you hold me, I can still get out, what is the use of you holding me like this!?"

Mo Yufei said with a smile: "Yes, the immortal is very right! In the next moment of ignorance, please ask the old immortal to take me quickly to meet my ancestor!"

Yan Luo shook his head again and sighed, "Young man, do you think that it is as easy as having a meal to see your master? If it is so simple, why should I bother so much?"

Mo Yufei asked, "Old Immortal, what are you thinking about so much, is it still very difficult to see my ancestor!?"

Yama Luo nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed very difficult to meet your master, and it is not an ordinary difficulty!

Mo Yufei said: "Is it possible to go up the knife mountain, get off the oil pot, and do everything you can?"

Yan Luodian said blankly: "It seems to be about the same, even more serious than you said, and even more cruel!"

Mo Yufei asked: "No matter how hard it is, I am not afraid, as long as I can see my master as soon as possible, even if I am allowed to go to the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld, I will have no regrets!"

Hearing this, Yama Luo Chair cheered and said, "Well said. Look at you as if you are not afraid of the sky and the earth. I'll rest assured, I'll take you to the eighteenth layer of hell to see your ancestor!"

Mo Yufei was stunned for a moment, looked at the Yama chair in surprise, and asked after a while: "Old Immortal, Old Divine Chair, what are you talking about? What are you saying that you want to go to the eighteenth layer of hell? Could it be that my master can't stay in the eighteenth layer of hell?"