Four Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Five Chapters After Death

These words describe an amazing fact.

The general idea is that this "person" wants to use this road to return to the sun and get real life.

get real life?

Why is there such a statement?

Ling Han was stunned, there was only one possibility, that the dead person was a ghost.

But the yin soul can still return to the yang, and get real life?

This is what shocked Ling Han. No wonder these corpses only have skin and red hair, but no flesh and bones. It turns out...they didn't have these things.

In fact, the ghost is just a group of souls, there is no entity at all, and now the skin has grown, what does it mean?

They can indeed materialize.

Damn, what kind of road is this? It's so awesome, it can make Yin soul return to Yang?

However, Ling Han can be sure that the one who fell was the Yin Sage, so even the Yin Sage fell halfway, which shows how difficult this road is.

Why haven't you encountered any danger?

Ling Han said again in his heart, Could it be that this danger is only for the ghosts?

It can only be explained in this way, otherwise, there is no reason for the Yin Sheng to fall, but he is very good.

A thought suddenly rose from Ling Han's heart, making the steps he wanted to take abruptly stop.

——Dorja Buddha, is this how he lived his second life?

People die and lights go out. This is irreversible. So, how do we live out the second life?

To enter the underworld and go this way?

Even the sage of Yin has fallen, which shows that this road is difficult, but the emperor is not a saint, but has the word emperor.

Therefore, Ling Han absolutely believes that Dorja Buddha can finish this road.

"If that's the case, wouldn't the strong be immortal?" Ling Han murmured. When he died, he would walk the "way of life" once. Anyway, if he could walk once, it would be easy to walk again.

"So, if the message from this yin sage is true, and it is true that you can live a second life after walking this road, then there must be great restrictions, and it is impossible to walk a second time."

"Otherwise, the world's top powerhouses will really be as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river."

Ling Han continued to move forward. In fact, instead of guessing here, it is better to ask Dorja Buddha. This master must understand. The question is, will the other party answer him?

After walking for a while, Ling Han found a new body on the ground.

Still Yin Sheng, also left endless regrets.

Some corpses should have an infinite age. Therefore, even if it is Yin Sheng, the corpses have already corroded, which is very shocking.

After a short walk, Ling Han had seen tens of thousands of Yin Sheng's corpses, but in the later stage, he discovered that some of the corpses actually showed white bones!

It's strange that some have only spines, some have skulls, some have leg bones, and no corpse has a complete bone.

Ling Han understood that the farther the yin sages went, the stronger their strength, and the higher the degree of their "returning yang", not only grew skin, but also gave birth to bones.

It's just that, from yin to yang, living out the second life is an act against the sky, so they all fell on this road.

"Do you have to be a quasi-emperor at least when you go to life?"

Ling Han murmured, maybe there is a powerful Yin Sage, but Yang Jian has never heard of such a thing, and of course it cannot be confirmed.

Going forward, I can no longer see the Yin corpse, and the passage finally came to an end, and a plain appeared in front of me. .

very scary!

Even if Ling Han is so far away,

I also sensed the horror of this magma, which may even kill a saint in seconds, which is on the same level as Heavenly Fire.

The spouting of these magma is irregular, so this plain is terrifying, how can someone who can kill a saint in seconds pass?

Ling Han bared his teeth, is this the danger Dorja Buddha said?

Indeed, this is too terrifying, and a little carelessness is a matter of standing.

Ling Han did not rush forward, this magma can kill even a saint in seconds, he must not bet his life and death on luck-although his luck has always been very good.

It was there that he observed, trying to figure out the pattern.

No matter how messy it is, there should be rules. Otherwise, it will be a dead end.

Ling Han didn't want to use the beads of the innate treasure, the upper limit was the saint level, which could not protect him.

So, he can only rely on himself.

But after three days of observation, he found that the eruption of the magma was indeed random, and there was no regularity at all.

Damn, does he want to go back the same way and go home?

Huh?

He suddenly saw an ancient chariot driving slowly from the front. Boom, although the lava spewed and hit the bottom of the chariot firmly, the chariot was stable and there was no sign of being washed away. And it didn't mean to burn at all.

Ling Han's eyes widened involuntarily, is this chariot too awesome?

An emperor-level treasure?

Otherwise, how to fight the magma that can kill the saint in seconds?

After a while, the chariot was approaching, Ling Han could see clearly, there was a fully armed man on the chariot, but not a little bit of skin was exposed, even the eyes couldn't see it, it was tightly blocked by the armor. Reality.

This person... exudes a terrifying aura that suppresses nine days and ten places.

Great Emperor?

Ling Han was a little dizzy. On the way from the underworld to the sun, there was actually a great emperor?

Impossible, impossible, no great emperor is so idle, and if there is a great emperor in the world, how can Zhenlongyuan and Emperor Road be opened?

Great soul?

But the Great Emperor is too strong, so strong that as long as he transforms into the Dao, his soul will merge with the heaven and the earth and become a part of the heaven and earth, and there is no chance to enter the underworld at all.

Ling Han was confused and felt that he knew too little about the emperor. All he could guess was based on his poor cognition, but how much did he know about the emperor?

When he was thinking about it, the chariot gradually approached, and it was only about ten feet away from him.

It was amazing, obviously at the speed of the chariot, it would take at least half a day to reach him from a distance, but the chariot appeared in just a few blinks.

Shrinking to size?

Ling Han clenched his fists and said to the armored man, "Senior, can you let this junior take a ride?"

The armored man didn't answer, just slowly turned the front of the car.

Then I'll take it as your promise.

Ling Han hurriedly jumped and fell towards the chariot, because if the chariot turned around, it would have to stay away from him.

He's betting that Dover won't hurt him.

He landed firmly on the chariot, and the armored man paid no attention to him at all, as if he didn't even know he was on the chariot.

Well, you are a great emperor, you can indeed regard me as an ant.

The chariot moved slowly towards the depths of the plain.