Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

"Because you have the Xuanwu blood in your body, you may not be able to take shape at the spiritual level."

White Shadow explained.

"Anyone whose blood is too strong may not be able to transform at the spiritual level, because the cultivation level cannot support the transformation of a demon body."

Xiao Hei nodded: "I see, I understand."

But right away, it became curious again: "Then what should I do if I can't transform when I reach the ground level?"

Xuan Cheng and Bai Ying were stunned at the same time.

this……

Now no one can break through the ground level, even Song Yu is so strong, he is still only at the ground level, and it is even more impossible for others.

If even the ground steps can't be transformed, wouldn't it be...they won't be able to transform for a lifetime.

"There will be a way."

In the end, Xuan Cheng could only speak in a low voice.

Bai Ying was not worried at all, "Xiao Hei, don't worry, Boss Song hasn't said anything yet, what if Boss Song knows how to transform you."

Hearing this, Xiao Hei immediately felt a little relieved.

That's right, the boss is so powerful and knows so much, maybe he really knows how to transform himself.

The third thunder just now was very terrifying. Xiao Hei was almost scared to death when he was in the store, but he was stopped by the boss.

The key is that Boss Song is still intact.

However, after a whole day, Boss Song did not show up.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was time to get off work, and many diners consciously left early.

Sein Fei took out the welfare meal that he had prepared earlier for Lan Ning to eat, and went to stay at the counter again.

Lan Ning asked worriedly: "Shopkeeper, is the boss really okay? It's been a long time, why hasn't he come downstairs yet?"

Seinfeld said: "It's okay, the boss just needs to recover."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Sein Fei, Lan Ning slowly felt relieved.

At that time, Song Yu sat cross-legged on the bed after returning to the second floor, closed his eyes and fell into cultivation.

Usually he replied that he only needed to drink a cup of soy milk and meditate for a while.

But this time, he faintly felt that there seemed to be something wrong, so he hurried back to the second floor and began to practice the exercises steadily.

But at the beginning of the practice, an abnormality suddenly appeared. Song Yu's mind was completely immersed in his body, but suddenly he seemed to become vain.

But in the blink of an eye, the things in the foreground change rapidly, from a shop to a lush green grassland, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a virgin forest again with dense vegetation.

Blinking again, Song Yu only felt that his eyes went dark, and the environment became dim.

I saw a huge majestic pass standing in front of me, and a familiar aura came over my face.

The three words that he obviously didn't recognize had their meanings deeply imprinted into the primordial spirit.

"Ghost Gate...how did I come to Ghost Gate?"

Song Yu whispered to himself, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment again.

"This is not an illusion. The ghost and yin qi around me are real, and the weakness that has just consumed all the energy in my body is also real."

He was nervous for a moment, then took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and began to assess his environment.

"So why did I come to the ghost gate of the underworld? Or am I already dead and in a state of soul at this moment?"

Song Yu asked himself in his heart, but when he checked his own state, he still had a physical body, and he didn't have any dead energy on his body.

But now that it's here, there's no point in doubting it.

Might as well figure out what's going on.

I just practiced for a while, why did I reach the gate of hell?

So he strode towards the gate of hell.

Having pulled so many ghosts and practitioners into the gate of hell, now it's time for me to go through the gate of hell myself.

Thinking of this, Song Yu couldn't help showing a smile.

But after approaching the gate of hell, he was slightly stunned.

Because the Nether Reincarnation Art in the body suddenly accelerated, the energy in the body was recovering rapidly.

Song Yu paused for a few seconds, then started to move forward again.

When he reached the bottom of the ghost gate, there was a sudden overwhelming pressure, causing Song Yu to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

He quickly circulated the energy in his body to resist.

Is this the power those people face?

Song Yu was puzzled, but then he refuted it himself.

No, although this kind of coercion is strong, it will not make even the strong at the ground level unable to resist.

Song Yu continued to move forward and embarked on the real road to Huangquan.

He looked around all the way, but found nothing abnormal, only endless ghost and yin qi surrounded the surroundings, and there seemed to be very little ghostly qi here, wandering in the air.

But right away, he realized something was wrong.

There are very few ghosts here, which is completely different from the legendary underworld where there are hundreds of millions of scary ghosts.

Why?

Looking carefully, he was taken aback. There were many ghosts screaming under the road, but they seemed familiar.

Suddenly, he saw several familiar faces.

Those are the people in Liang'an Town.

When they killed Quanxian by themselves, they also rushed to Quanshan.

But at that time, I didn't use the full power of the ghost gate, but let those people with evil intentions be torn into the ghost gate, leaving behind a few people who were kind-hearted.

Is this my own ghost gate?

To be precise, when he used the underworld to guide spirits, he came out of the gate of hell?

Song Yu was dumbfounded.

As for these evil ghosts and resentful souls, I collected them myself, and they became part of the Huangquan Road of Guimenguan, so when I cast Guimenguan again, the power will increase.

I actually entered the place where my supernatural powers are.

I'm afraid he went mad against Tianlei?

Song Yu's expression became serious, and he walked forward step by step.

The pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he had to use his energy to resist.

But along the way, he did not find the source of the coercion release.

It is far enough away from the ghost gate, but the coercion is still increasing. It is not the coercion released by the ghost gate, but more like a problem with the entire environment.

Some flowers appeared on the surrounding shores, which made Song Yu's eyes narrow.

There is a high probability that these coquettish and beautiful flowers are the flowers of the other shore.

They are fatal to living beings.

Song Yu didn't stop, just like that, he walked on step by step.

Until he saw a river, the Wangchuan River.

Wangchuan River...Naihe Bridge...Wangxiang Terrace...Sansheng Stone...

Song Yu walked step by step, gradually matching all the places in the underworld he imagined.

There are also very famous places in the legends such as the city of death in vain and the hall of hell.

Except for the road from Ghost Gate to Wangchuan River, there is no one else, not even a ghost.

In the end, Song Yu finally arrived at a place following the guidance from somewhere.

He looked around blankly, but found that the place was dark and there was nothing.

No, it's pitch black here, with no light at all.

It seems... something is missing here.

Huangquan Road has come all the way, what else is missing here?

Song Yu frowned in thought, his eyes gradually became sharper.