Suddenly, he noticed something, that is, after death, these underworld people would turn into a wisp of smoke and float into the center of his eyebrows.
"This is...the power of faith?"
Lin Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he realized that all the power left behind by the death of the Nether Clan would be gathered in the center of his eyebrows for him to absorb.
He could detect that there was a mysterious and pure power nourishing his spiritual power in the center of his eyebrows.
"Haha, it turns out that the underworld's power after death can also help cultivate spiritual power. It's really profitable."
Lin Han couldn't help but grin, showing his white teeth, like a greedy child.
The power here was so huge that Lin Han even felt that his mental power was growing rapidly and reached saturation.
Finally, he stopped practicing.
"The power of the Hades here has completely disappeared after their death."
Lin Han shook his head regretfully, this time it was really a blessing in disguise.
"But how can there be such a big space in this underworld?"
Afterwards, Lin Han looked around and was a little amazed.
This place is like an ancient battlefield, full of the vicissitudes of time and the smell of decay. Looking around, the mountains, rivers, etc. here are all black, exuding an eerie smell.
In the distance, there seems to be a majestic ancient palace standing, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of fluctuation, which seems to be connected to the Nine Nether Hell, which makes people's hair stand on end.
Lin Han looked around and found no dangerous aura.
At that moment, he stepped into the majestic ancient palace. In the ancient palace, he saw coffins and coffins. In the coffins lay the corpses of the underworld, both male and female, lifelike, as if they had crawled out of hell.
He looked like a god of death, exuding an alluring aura.
In the center of the ancient palace, there is a black stone platform suspended, with many intricate and mysterious patterns carved on it, and a faint mysterious light flowing through it.
"Um?"
When he saw the patterns carved on the black stone platform, Lin Han's expression suddenly changed.
Lin Han was surprised. He also saw this kind of pattern in an ancient book. It is said to be a special mark of the Nether Clan and represents the sacred object of the Nether Clan.
At this moment, he never expected that there would be a dark pattern here, which surprised him.
Aren’t the Hades already extinct?
However, just when he was surprised, the whole world suddenly trembled.
Then, Lin Han was horrified to find that the corpses of these Hades actually stood up.
"How is it possible? How is it possible that a corpse that has been dead for millions of years is still conscious?"
His eyes widened and his face was filled with shock. This was really unbelievable.
The corpses of the underworld have their eyes opened one after another, exuding a cold and evil aura, like ghosts crawling out of hell, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
"Haha...Human, you are late. This piece of Hades has been taken away by our Saint Son of the Hades!"
One of the corpses laughed ferociously and hoarsely.
Immediately afterwards.
Those corpses started to move and approached Lin Han, like a group of zombies, surrounding Lin Han.
"The Holy Son of the Underworld?"
Lin Han was slightly startled.
Could it be that the Holy Son of the Underworld also entered the underworld?
This made his eyes narrow.
"Humph, even if your Holy Son comes, it won't work."
Lin Hanhan snorted, without any fear, and stepped hard on the void with the soles of his feet. There was a loud and dull explosion, and the corpses were immediately shattered into pieces. They fell down like tiles, fell to the ground, and fell into pieces.
powder.
This was because the physical strength was too strong, which caused the corpses to be unable to bear it and turned into ashes.
Lin Han continued to walk towards the depths, and finally saw the towering cloud-like tomb of the Nether Clan.
The Holy Son of the Underworld is indeed here.
This caused blazing fire to burst into his eyes.
"Boy, who are you?"
"How dare you come to our stronghold of the Nether Clan to cause trouble."
The Holy Son of the Nether Tribe was sitting cross-legged in a golden coffin, his whole body glowing with dazzling golden light, like a sun.
In his hand, he held a golden ball, which exuded mysterious energy.
Hearing the movement outside, he slowly opened his eyes, and two clusters of golden flames jumped.
His eyes were calm, but it made people feel a biting chill, as if they had seen some terrifying existence.
A solemn look flashed across Lin Han's eyes.
This Holy Son of the Nether Tribe is indeed very strong, giving him a very dangerous feeling.
"Boy, retreat quickly. This is the ancestral mausoleum of our Nether Clan. Anyone who dares to desecrate it will be severely punished."
The Holy Son of the Underworld said calmly.
"Oh? Really?"
Lin Han raised his eyebrows, sneered, and did not leave.
A look of indifference flashed across the eyes of the Holy Son of the Underworld, and he shouted:
"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me, kill me!"
He waved his sleeves, and the space suddenly shook violently, as if a mysterious force exploded.
This power is enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Lin Han was immediately shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood and flew away. His face turned pale, and the clothes on his body were torn apart, revealing patches of solid skin.
"So strong, the Holy Son of the Underworld is truly worthy of his reputation."
Lin Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said solemnly.
This blow.
He almost died!
"Boy, you are no match for me, get out of here, otherwise I will destroy both your body and soul, and you will never be reincarnated."
The Holy Son of the Underworld said in a cold tone.
"Haha, you have to try to find out. Holy Son of the Underworld, don't you want to rob me of my treasure? Today I will let you see how powerful I am."
Lin Han smiled lightly.
His eyes shone with an extremely fiery light.
How could such a precious thing be given away?
Then, Lin Han formed seals with his hands and produced extremely obscure runes one after another.
After those runes were intertwined, they actually combined and turned into a huge "cage", trapping the Holy Son of the Underworld in it.
The cage is dark gold in color, with densely painted mysterious patterns on it, filled with a divine radiance.
"Damn, what is this? Let me go!"
The Holy Son of the Underworld roared angrily.
This prison seemed to be specially designed to imprison powerful creatures, restraining him so that he could not move. There was also a mysterious force that blocked his power, seeping into his body and suppressing the dark energy in his body.
"Hahaha, you little beast, with just a cage, you want to suppress my dream, the Holy Son of the Nether Tribe."
As his words fell, waves of extremely low voices resounded, as if a demon king had awakened.
Then, the corpses that had been standing quietly began to move, and wisps of strange luster lit up on them.
They were getting bigger and bigger, like prehistoric ferocious beasts resurrected, rushing towards Lin Han with overwhelming rage, overwhelming the place, turning the place into a sea of death.