After a while, he slowly said: "Keep moving forward...we can only continue moving forward."

After finishing speaking, it was the first to step towards the dilapidated ruins ahead.

The urn followed behind, whispering: "Why can't you go around this ruin? Since there is danger inside, why do you take the initiative to walk over?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain!"

The columbarium was depressing.

Even though he lowered his voice, the anger in his words did not decrease at all.

Chapter 441 Tangible Objects

The ashes urn complained and complained, but followed Zen Master Zhizhen tightly, not daring to leave.

Zen Master Zhizhen said dully: "In the underworld, there is a fog of ghosts, and the little monk can only find his way by the beacon given by the master of the dragon head."

"Once you leave this route, even the monk will lose his way."

"So the only route we can take is this one, and there is no detour."

"Anything you encounter on the road can only be regarded as your own bad luck."

Zen Master Zhizhen clasped his hands together, and said dumbly: "Fortunately, what appeared were only ruins and ruins. Although it is scary, it is not too dangerous."

"Just don't touch these ruins and the things in the ruins..."

"If you encounter something tangible, you will be really unlucky."

At this time, everyone has already stepped into the ruins.

After getting closer, you can clearly see that on the barren land, there are countless rubble, debris, and collapsed houses scattered among the land.

What's even more strange is that among these ruined walls, there are many dark red weeds growing on the ground.

It is obvious that the entire land of Yin Division is empty and desolate, without any vegetation.

The ghost mist in the ruins seems to be much lighter.

Zen Master Zhizhen led the way, carefully avoiding all the debris and not touching anything.

Kong Ning and the others followed closely behind, and naturally they did not dare to touch those tiles that seemed to have long been decayed and would shatter at the touch of a finger.

Here, there used to be a group of luxurious and magnificent palaces, but now they are all decayed, and there is no more luxury.

Floating among the rubble is the dull and dead energy.

Like the scimitar that appeared before, it was so ancient that it was unknown how many years ago. The wild and desolate atmosphere made people feel awe.

But as he walked, the urn suddenly opened.

"That... stinky monk, the tangible thing you are talking about, shouldn't it be that thing..."

"On our left..."

Kong Ning and Wan'er were both startled when the columbarium's words came out.

Zen Master Zhizhen, who was leading the way, suddenly turned his head to look to the left.

I saw a shadow among the ruins on the left side of the crowd.

It was a collapsed hall, but after a corner of the palace collapsed, there were pillars crookedly supporting the corner, preventing that place from completely collapsing.

Under the tile ruins, there is an empty shadow.

But now, in that shadow, vaguely, there seemed to be a black shadow standing, watching the people here from afar.

A creepy feeling climbed up Kong Ning's back in an instant.

The columbarium's voice was trembling: "Can't touch...does it include mana? I can kill this thing from a distance, can I?"

The ashes urn, which has never taken the initiative to take action, is going to do it this time.

It can be seen from the pressure that the black shadow put on it.

However, Zen Master Zhizhen's body was stiff, staring at the black shadow in the shadow, but slowly said: "You must never touch... let alone provoke..."

"The lord once said that the tangible things in the underworld are extremely dangerous existences."

"If you see it, you can only stop and stare at it."

"Other than that, nothing can be done..."

Zen Master Zhizhen spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid of speaking in a hurry and disturbing the strange black shadow.

The urn became even more anxious: "You can't touch it, you can't hit it, you can only stop and stare at it... Then what? Just stare at it, can it go away?"

Zen Master Zhizhen fixed his eyes on the existence in the shadow, and slowly said: "Look at it, it may leave by itself..."

"Then what if it rushes over?" asked the columbarium.

Zen Master Zhizhen murmured: "Then you can only admit that you are unlucky..."

Such an answer made Kong Ning's face change slightly.

The ashes urn went silent for an instant, obviously angry.

But no matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to move.

Everyone knows the weirdness and danger in the underworld.

From ancient times to the present, many practitioners have been lost on the land of the underworld due to various reasons.

It was even rumored that a real immortal would risk his life to walk through the ghostly mist-filled underworld.

However, regardless of their level of cultivation or strength, all the practitioners who walked into the Nether Ghost Mist Wasteland disappeared without a trace.

People have long guessed that the dangers in the underworld are not only confusing the sense of direction, but may also hide some kind of crisis that ordinary people cannot detect.

But now Kong Ning and their experiences have confirmed the existence of this danger.

If it's just a simple loss of direction, then this barren land of the netherworld is absolutely impossible to swallow even a true immortal...

After all, no matter how big the underworld is, it is only similar to the land in the world.

A powerful monk does not eat food without food, and has a long lifespan. He has been lost in the underworld for 1 years, or even 10 years, and he will be able to get out sooner or later.

So the mysterious existence seen in front of me is the real danger in the underworld, the reason why even real immortals can swallow it...

Kong Ning's body was slightly stiff, not daring to move.

Even the columbarium, which is fearless and generous, is now very nervous and extremely nervous.

Among the ruins, there was a moment of silence.

There is only the sound of the cold wind blowing over the barren land and the ruins.

Wait... wind?

On the ruins, there are not only weeds, but also wind?

Kong Ning discovered such an anomaly, but he didn't seem to change his situation in any way.

Everyone still stood there stiffly, not daring to move, they could only stare at the strange black figure in the shadow, not even daring to blink their eyes.

Time passed by every minute and every second. In this ruins, Kong Ning not only felt the wind, but even felt the passage of time after a long absence.

Obviously in the Yin Division, no matter how powerful the cultivation base is, it will lose the sense of time.

And the time, from a quarter of an hour, an hour, to a day, a night, three days... five days...

Finally, just when Kong Ning thought that he was going to be petrified here, the existence in the shadow moved.

The black figure left silently and quickly disappeared into the rubble.

Indistinctly, a corner of the shroud can be seen.

That tangible thing, is it a dead body?

Kong Ning was slightly startled.

At this time, they had already stood here for seven days and nights.

Zen Master Zhizhen turned around slowly and said, "Continue on the road..."

The monk who had been standing still for seven days was still taciturn and did not express much emotion, but continued to walk ahead and lead the way.

The ashes urn, which has been held back for seven days, is very fortunate.

Seeing that the crisis disappeared, he immediately opened up the chatterbox.

"Damn it! I'm about to be scared to death!"

The ashes urn complained: "There are so many sinister things in the fucking underworld. If you tell them, no one will believe them."

"The ruins here are definitely older than the ancient Liutianjun."

"Even before life appeared on the land of Shenzhou, these ruins existed."

"I have never heard of a palace in the underworld in any classics or legends."

"Historically, the Yin Division was found to be opened, and there is no relevant record of what we have seen these days."

"This is a buried piece of ancient history!"

"The Yin Division used to be definitely not this barren and dilapidated appearance!"

Chapter 442 The Change of the Evil Spectrum

Once the chatterbox of the columbarium is opened, it cannot be stopped.

The main reason is that it has held back for too long during these seven days.

It followed behind Zen Master Zhizhen, chattering constantly, bragging to Kong Ning about the ancient books it had read and the secrets it knew.

Speaking of the discovery and development of the Yin Division, there are all kinds of secrets about the great power in ancient times who created the Yin Division system of the City God.

Trying to prove it knows a lot.

But Kong Ning discovered another strange thing.

That is, he lost his sense of time and direction again. Walking among the ruins, he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, and counted silently in his heart, but couldn't remember any time.

It has become the same muddled state as before. .

Even the wind in the ruins stopped.

There is only a gloomy ghost fog, permeating among the ruins.

Such a situation made Kong Ning slightly silent.

Could it be that the recovery of the sense of time just now was not because the ruins they were in were special.

And because that tangible thing is special?

So when the tangibles leave, the wind and the sense of time disappear?

Kong Ning guessed this possibility and asked Zen Master Zhizhen.

"What is that tangible thing? If you provoke and touch it, what kind of danger will there be?"

"What kind of Taoism exists, so you don't have to be afraid of it?"

Kong Ning asked.

Zen Master Zhizhen didn't hide anything, and said slowly: "I don't know much about it, but Longshou once said that if the Immortals of the Zifu provoke something tangible, they will die."

"That thing has its weirdness. No matter how high the divine power is, in front of it, it is no different from ordinary people."

"Perhaps only the existence of true immortals can deal with it..."

"But this is just Longshou's conjecture."

"As for whether the true immortal can fight against tangible things, it has not yet been verified."

Wan'er immediately sensed the point of these words.

"That is to say, the dragon head has verified that the Zifu immortal can't fight against this tangible thing?"

Such inquiries made Zen Master Zhizhen slightly silent.

Then he said: "The dragon head once said that before the little monk and Mrs. Bai, there were three confidantes in his mansion..."

Zen Master Zhizhen said that all, but the three of Kongning and Ning immediately understood.

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