Chapter 87: Phantom Wolf General
"carried me!"
Feng Qing'an had just stepped off the bed when Nan Ge couldn't wait to lie on his back, wrapping her arms around Feng Qing'an's neck, her voice soft and her breath sweet as orchid.
She was unwilling to miss any opportunity to have close contact with Feng Qing'an. Although Feng Qing'an's image and aura had changed greatly in her perception, his most fundamental and most attractive characteristic remained unchanged and remained the same as before.
"good!"
Feng Qing'an did not refuse the ghost girl's dependent behavior, but lifted her legs so that she could lie on his back better.
After all, apart from Heishan's demonic power, he can also borrow Nan Ge's power, but this requires Nan Ge's active cooperation, and Nan Ge's potential is unquestionable.
“…”
But when Feng Qing'an wanted to put on his shoes out of habit, he found that there was no pair of shoes in his room that fit his current feet.
However, Feng Qing'an felt the changes in his body and didn't care about this matter anymore. He just went barefoot. There was no discomfort anyway.
Click!
However, just as Feng Qing'an took a step forward, he heard a somewhat harsh sound. He retracted his outstretched foot and looked down, only to see that a blue brick on the floor of his room had been cracked by his step, and a footprint with a very clear edge outline appeared on it.
“Giggle!”
Seeing Feng Qingan in such an embarrassed state, Nan Ge, who was lying on his shoulder, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Montenegro!"
Feng Qing'an called out to Heishan with an expression on his face, and was ready to return the demonic power in his body.
Although he was able to control the demonic power in his body, he still couldn't control the strength when he really used it. If he walked out like this, he would probably leave a row of clear footprints from his house to the gate.
"No need to bother!"
After realizing what Feng Qingan was about to do, Nan Ge held back his laughter and hurriedly stopped him.
Then, on the robe that was hanging down as Feng Qing'an's legs were held up, vines shining with purple light stretched out, intertwined right in front of Feng Qing'an, and grew broad and thick purple leaves, thus paving a road to the sky without any support.
"Feng Qing'an, let's go! This way you won't have to worry about damaging your home anymore!"
Hearing this, Feng Qing'an turned his head to look at Nan Ge, then stepped on it tentatively. The solid touch made him put his other foot on it.
The strength filling his body made him not afraid of this vine path that had no support at all and stretched outwards.
After taking a few tentative steps, Feng Qing'an walked out of the window to the yard, and then stepped out of the yard. He started to jog, and then turned from jogging to running.
No matter how his speed changed, the vines stretched, intertwined, and grew green leaves, paving the way much faster than he did.
Not long after, Feng Qing'an saw the crack in the underworld that he had known about for a long time but had seen for the first time with his own eyes.
However, before arriving at this gap, Feng Qing'an did not rush in, but just stood in the air with Nan Ge on his back, looking in the direction of the mountains, waiting quietly.
"Are you waiting for Montenegro?"
The girl saw Feng Qingan's intention at a glance.
"Well, the demonic power in me comes from it after all. If I were to be separated from Black Mountain, my power might disappear!"
Feng Qingan’s explanation was reasonable, and Nan Ge nodded slightly in agreement. After all, it was the first time.
Soon, a long wolf howl sounded among the mountains and forests, and a figure that almost blended into the night came running out from between the mountains, swept by a demonic wind.
"Montenegro!"
Feng Qing'an was in a good mood at this time, but Heishan, who had been running all the way out of the mountains, was stunned for a moment when he saw Feng Qing'an's appearance at this time and the girl lying on him.
It was surprised that Feng Qing'an's appearance had changed so much and her aura was similar to its own. It was even more surprised that the girl had become so close to her master in just a few days.
For a moment, Heishan's mood was extremely complicated, and even Feng Qing'an couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Heishan, what are you standing there for? Come with me into the underworld!"
Feng Qing'an called out to Heishan, and although the ghost wolf had mixed feelings, he still followed obediently.
The moment Nan Ge's white finger pointed out the tiny gap in the underworld, it was torn apart by a force that made Feng Qing'an and Heishan feel extremely frightened, creating a huge gap that was large enough for the three of them to pass through together.
Feng Qing'an looked at this scene, pursed his lips, and said nothing. He quickly passed by carrying the smiling Nan Ge on his back, and Heishan followed closely behind.
After they entered the Netherworld, the vine road that Feng Qing'an walked on instantly turned into countless purple light rains and dissipated in the air, and the torn gap in the Netherworld began to slowly heal.
A faint ochre-colored divine light flickered nearby, and then silently sank deep into the ground, leaving only an imperceptible sigh.
In the underworld, Feng Qing'an looked at the Gobi desert in front of him, which was barren and full of sand and rubble. He then looked at the gloomy sky above his head, and a howling cold wind blew towards him.
He felt a slight discomfort, but as the evil spirit from Black Mountain rose in his body and covered his body, this cold wind was nothing more than a slightly cool breeze to him.
"Is this the underworld? It's so desolate!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but sigh, but he also knew that what he saw before his eyes was definitely not the real scene of the underworld.
Because there were no ghosts and spirits everywhere, the environment was probably as bad as it was now. The magnificent jungle he saw when he first entered should be the transformation of Nan Ge's robe.
"Are you disappointed?"
"No, this is just right for me right now!"
Feng Qing'an replied that the Gobi Desert in front of him, where there was not even a ghost, was the best training ground. Here he could use his magic power unscrupulously without worrying about any bad consequences.
As he spoke, his hands loosened. Although Nan Ge was not satisfied, she had no choice but to get off him.
"My current power!"
Feng Qing'an bent down and picked up a thumb-sized stone from the ground. He then pinched it between his fingers and crushed it lightly. Fine powder then floated from his fingertips .
“That’s great!”
Looking at the powder scattered by the wind, Feng Qing'an continued to test the many changes of his demonic power. He ran in this vast and desolate area, and inserted his hands with sharp nails into the rocks. With a slight scratch, the rocks broke.
Splitting rocks with bare hands!
At this moment, Feng Qing'an truly felt the power that the monster could possess. It was totally beyond the ability of mortals to resist. Even the cavalrymen wearing armor could be torn apart by him with his bare hands.
