"If you can leave, then it's better to leave."

Zhang Ziling's expression was gloomy. In this ancient underworld, he felt like he was in danger of peace.

But obviously, it is not easy to leave.

"I can't leave."

Zhang Ziling said in a deep voice: "If you want to leave, you have to cross the battlefield between the Blood Seal and the Lord of the Underworld. It is not safe to rely solely on the quasi-imperial weapon brass pestle."

When Han Zongyu heard this, his heart was slightly shaking. The Blood Seal Luan Gu fought with the Lord of the Underworld very fiercely. The world collapsed, the universe changed, and the void turned into chaos.

The infinite chaotic light exploded, and at that glance, you can see endless nothingness, as if there was a river of chaos flowing in the turbulent flowing.

Under such circumstances, who dares to get involved easily? Han Zongyu smiled bitterly and then sighed: "It seems that he can only walk deep into the ancient underworld."

At present, this is already deep in the ancient underworld, but this is not the limit.

If you continue to go deeper, you will inevitably encounter extremely terrifying disasters.

Just think about it carefully, no matter how dangerous it is, it is much better than crossing the battlefield between the three masters of the Blood Seal and the Ancient Underworld.

Deep in the ancient underworld, it is as quiet as ever, and the world here is bleak and full of vicissitudes of life.

It was vast and there were no blood corpses here, and they were empty everywhere. However, when Zhang Ziling and Han Zongyu walked in such a place, he felt a sense of anxiety in his heart.

It's like there's a chill that can't be dispelled, like a haze.

"I always feel that someone is peeping in the dark. Could it be that I am thinking too much?"

Han Zongyu looked around with his eyes. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt like he was on his back.

Zhang Ziling pondered without saying a word. Zhang Ziling naturally had this feeling.

Moreover, Zhang Ziling could only feel more than Han Zongyu, but Zhang Ziling didn't say it out.

This ancient underworld seems empty, but it is obvious that there are probably some strange existences in it.

"Buzz!"

On the bronze pestle of a quasi-emperor's weapon, green light flowed, like a magic lamp, shining brightly.

"What is that?"

Endless green light surging, the mist was like fog, like a layer of green water waves, spreading around.

Then a layer of shadow appeared in the endless green light.

The shadow seemed to be frightened, jumped suddenly, and fled away and disappeared.

But Han Zongyu was filled with a cold breath, "A creature actually appeared."

"That's probably not considered a creature."

Zhang Ziling said lightly: "Even Yin Ling is not considered a ghost."

Although reincarnation is invisible in this world, it does not mean that there is no ghost.

In some places where the yin evil energy is deep, after the creature dies, the soul and the yin evil energy will become yin spirits.

But even Yin spirits still have a life span, and there will be great restrictions when practicing.

It is not said that the Yin Spirits of all kalpas are difficult to become a saint.

Without a physical body, it can be said that there are many difficulties in going far on the road of cultivation.

The body is like a raft. When you take a person to the other side, the so-called raft may not be important.

But if you do not reach that level of practice, you will lose the raft, which almost means you cannot go far on the road of practice.

Of course, there is no absolute in the world, and there are always some geniuses who create their own miracles from the impossible.

"It's not a Yin Ling, is that a little obsession?"

Zhang Ziling shook his head and pondered for a while, then said, "That may be voice."

"Voice? What is that?" Han Zongyu showed a look of confusion in his eyes. Han Zongyu didn't know the so-called Voice.

"A man dies as a ghost, a ghost dies as a holy, a holy death as a holy death, and a holy death as a fright."

"It seems that the environment in this ancient underworld is really unique. After the ghost dies, it can turn into a voice."

The so-called ghost is naturally a yin spirit. Usually, after the ghost dies, it will directly turn into ashes.

It is not easy for ghosts to turn into sound.

"The yin evil spirit here is very strong."

If it weren't for the quasi-imperial military bracelet, Zhang Ziling and Han Zongyu would probably be directly infected by the evil spirit, and their physical bodies would eventually change and turn into evil spirits. Then maybe.

The green light of the quasi-imperial soldier copper pestle surged out again, as if it turned into a green divine flame, spreading three feet away, directly imprisoning a sound.

The voice was constantly eroding, and it seemed to turn into nothingness.

If it weren't for the quasi-imperial weapon to involve some kind of power of higher dimensions, it would have been unimaginable to imprison that sound.

"It looks like a cloud of evil spirit."

Han Zongyu hesitated and said, "Is this voice a great threat to us?"

Han Zongyu didn't understand what was terrible about the voice. Zhang Ziling shook his head and said, "You and I can't feel the harm of that voice, because it is protected by the quasi-imperial weapon bronze pestle."

"Otherwise, you and I will be shocked, which would be very terrifying."

Zhang Ziling said in a deep voice: "The so-called voice transformation means that you and my soul are all transformed into this voice, not just a voice."

"The soul can be regarded as a combination of many thoughts, and after the sound is transformed, a thought is transformed into a sound."

“Can you still maintain your self-awareness in this way?”

"The most terrifying thing is that this so-called voice is a taboo, and it is difficult to do if you want to defend against it. The so-called mysterious magic powers are useless. Unless the cultivation level is so profound that all things are not invaded, you can fight against the trend of voice transformation, otherwise there will be no way out."

"If there is no quasi-imperial brass pestle, you and I will start to turn their voices when they see that voice."

Zhang Ziling's words made Han Zongyu shudder.

However, Han Zongyu also had doubts in his heart, "Since the voice is so powerful, why are there no records of voice in ancient history?"

Logically speaking, once this taboo is, once it runs into the outside world, it will cause a huge wave.

Zhang Ziling shook his head and said, "This is not clear."

"Perhaps this kind of fear may not have happened in ancient history, but it is all buried in the years and has not been passed down."

"Voluncture is also a method of immortality at the beginning. After all, whatever taboo creation, strangeness and ominousness must be related to the emperor in the end."

"This is also an experiment of an emperor. If the process of Voice can be artificially controlled, can it become an alternative immortality?"

Zhang Ziling smiled faintly and said, "But in the end, this method of immortality was too uncontrollable. It was aimed at cultivators above the Emperor, and had too many limitations. Then it was abandoned. I didn't expect that I could still see the sound here."

Zhang Ziling's heart was slightly moved. The so-called "sing" has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation.

Of course, it's not that it absolutely doesn't matter.

If Zhang Ziling had the power of an emperor at this time, then the vocalization would not have happened at all.

Even if an emperor stands there, he has supreme power and flows by himself.

All laws are invincible and invincible.

In fact, even a quasi-emperor cannot be praised.

Although there is a gap between the quasi-emperor and the great emperor, the quasi-emperor's divine aura is also extraordinary.
Chapter completed!