"I didn't push it with my heart." Ye Fei didn't expect that he would push the heart with the power of true qi, but his heart was not shaken at all.

"That doesn't matter." Cha Cha walked up to him and picked up the wooden barrel and said, "Since you can push the heart to grind, then help him grind these beans."

"Okay." Ye Fei nodded, circulating his true energy to push the heart grinding. Chacha grabbed a handful of beans and sprinkled them into the grinding eyes.

When the beans were pulp and flowed out, Ye Fei felt that the outflow of soy milk contained extremely powerful energy fluctuations. The energy contained in the soy milk was extremely pure, countless times purer than the spiritual essence in his body.

"Is this bean a high-end treasure?" Ye Fei stared at the flowing soy milk and asked in surprise.

"This is the Yuan Dan made by the Saint of Original Aspiration with countless spiritual medicines and underworld materials. Grinding into pulp is the last step. She said that this Yuan Dan can help her physical strength reach the Puritan realm. However, for countless years, there has been no one who can promote the heart grinding, and her Yuan Dan has never been able to form." Cha Cha explained.

"I guess those chickens are not ordinary." Ye Fei looked at the six chickens in the yard that were pecking at beans. Since the beans were made of countless kinds of spiritual medicines and underworld materials, even if they were originally ordinary chickens, they would become stronger after feeding on these beans containing massive energy all year round.

"You are wrong about this. Those are really just ordinary chickens. The Yuan Dan was preserved for twenty years. After time, the energy will slowly overflow. The energy inside the beans thrown to them to peck at will have long since astigmatized." Cha Cha shook his head with a smile.

Half an hour later, Ye Fei grind all the beans in the sieve into slurry. He was about to stop when the door opened and a bag of Qiankun came towards Ye Fei.

"There are still some here, please trouble Mr. Ye." Chuxin did not come out, but only a sound came out.

Ye Fei took it and there was no divine mark in the Qiankun bag. Ye Fei's divine sense was investigated and he stayed on the spot.

These are not some, more than a few thousand pounds, and when will it take to grind so much? Ye Fei lamented in his heart.

But he had a request for his original intention and did not dare to give up, so he could only hand over the Qiankun bag to Cha Cha for her to help pour it into it.

"Actually, you can try to push with your heart and strength now. If you can, the speed will be much faster." Chacha's spiritual sense glanced at Qiankun bag and said with a smile.

"I tried it before, it won't work." Although Ye Fei shook his head, he still tried it with his heart, but he couldn't shake it at all.

"No." Ye Fei honestly used his true energy to promote the heart grinding.

"This is really strange. You can already push the heart grinding, so you should be able to push it with other forces." Cha Cha frowned slightly. Although this heart grinding was pushed for the first time, the performance of the heart grinding is not a secret.

"I tried it, it really doesn't work." Ye Fei shook his head again.

"You can only grind it honestly." Cha Cha pointed the Qiankun bag at the inner demon's eye, turned it back, and poured it into it directly.

But strangely, no matter how she fell into it, her heart-stained eyes were not filled, like a bottomless pit.

"What's the situation?" Cha Cha was puzzled. The pouring speed was accelerated. Ye Fei used a very uniform force, but as Cha Cha pouring speed increased, the heart grinding turned faster and faster. Ye Fei was sure that he had not increased his force. Later, his hand was still like a phantom, and the speed was faster than when he cast the phantom step.

However, the amount of soy milk produced has not increased, but the energy fluctuations contained in it have become more powerful and pure.

One day and one night, all the thousands of kilograms of beans in Qiankun bag were poured into the grinding eye, but the soy milk produced was only half of the wooden barrel.

Just as Ye Fei stopped and got up, Chu Xin also pushed open the door and walked out.

She walked to Ye Fei, bent her body gently and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

"Miss Chuxin, don't be polite, I wonder what the Netherworld Treasure Mirror?" Ye Fei was still concerned about his mother's soul.

"It has been recovered, Mr. Ye is waiting for you for a while." Chu Xin saw Ye Fei so anxious, he reached out and took out a jade mirror with blue and purple brilliance, and stretched out his hand. There was a fog in the jade mirror, and gradually the fog dissipated.

There was a green flame in the reflected area, and Lin Miaoyu's soul did not appear. It took half an hour before Chu Xin put away the jade mirror.

"Where was that place just now? Have my mother's soul been found?" Although Ye Fei kept watching the jade mirror, the screen was covered with green flames and he could not see anything.

"That is the seventeenth level of hell." Cha Cha's face was solemn. There were eighteen levels of hell in the underworld. The so-called hell is the cell where the real spirits are imprisoned in the underworld.

The Netherworld Treasure Mirror shines on the seventeenth level of hell, which shows that Ye Fei's mother must be inside.

But what Cha Cha couldn't understand was that after Ye Fei's mother entered the underworld and became a true spirit, even if she was arrested for making a crime, she would be locked up on the first three floors at most, and it would never be locked up to the seventeenth floor.

"Seventeenth level hell, Acha, let's go and look for it now." Ye Fei knew that his mother's soul was in the seventeenth level hell, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, so he immediately asked Acha to accompany him to search.

"Okay." Cha Cha didn't dare to waste time. If something happened to Ye Fei's mother's soul in the underworld, the situation would be bad.

"Young Master Ye." Chu Xin called Ye Fei.

"What is the explanation for Miss Chuxin?" Ye Fei turned his head and asked with his fists.

"Take the Netherworld Treasure Mirror, you can quickly find your mother wherever you go." Chu Xin sent the Netherworld Treasure Mirror to Ye Fei.

"Thank you, Miss Chuxin." Ye Fei hurriedly took over and thanked him.

Cha Cha took Ye Fei directly to the air, and even the spiritual boat was not in charge. He just wrapped Ye Fei with a circle of spiritual power defense covers so that Ye Fei would not be damaged by the speeding space energy.

This time I spent a long time traveling through the space, and it took me a full hour to break through the air.

This is a vast desert. The sand is black. The air is filled with not the yin energy of the underworld, but a pink mist. There is a dark abyss hole on the ground. The hole is not big, and it is only the size of three people holding each other together.

Ye Fei was worried about his mother's soul and was not in the mood to explore the pink air. He just looked at the hole in front of him that exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

"This is the entrance to hell." Cha Cha pulled Ye Fei forward and jumped into the abyss.

Ye Fei felt his body suddenly be bound by a heavy pressure, and he quietly circulated his spiritual power, but found that his spiritual power had been imprisoned and could not be used.

Fortunately, Cha Cha followed him, and even if he encountered anything, he didn't need to take action.

"This is the bondage of hell. Any existence that has not yet reached the Golden Immortal will be completely imprisoned when entering here. Neither the Yin Qi nor the spiritual power of the underworld can be used." Cha Cha explained to Ye Fei.

After falling for half a quarter of an hour, he finally got down to earth and without the blessing of spiritual power, even Ye Fei could clearly sense a sudden cold force from the soles of his feet and drill into his body.
Chapter completed!