Chapter 442 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 a distance.

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 how much pressure 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? Staring 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 their strength, all the practitioners who walked into the Yinsi Ghost Mist Wasteland disappeared without a trace.

People have long guessed that the danger in the underworld is not only a confusion of direction, but also a hidden 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 who does not eat food and has a long lifespan, has lost his way in the underworld for 10,000 or even 100,000 years, and 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 underworld was found to be opened, and there are no relevant records 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!"