Chapter 4111 (1/2)

There are all kinds of strange dead creatures wandering in the wasteland. These dead creatures either fight and devour each other, or absorb the whirlwind of reincarnation in space to strengthen themselves.

Yes, it's really absorbing the whirlwind of samsara!

Shen Lang discovered the secret after observing it for a long time.

The whirlwind of reincarnation does contain energy, but it is the energy given by the law of reincarnation. It is only used to decompose the soul body and make it belong to the reincarnation of heaven and earth.

It's unbelievable that the dead creatures can actually use the energy contained in the whirlwind of reincarnation to strengthen themselves, just like monks use the spirit of chaos to exhale.

Shen Lang is an eye opener, but he also suspects that the law of reincarnation at the bottom of hell may have been rewritten artificially.

There are also necromancers in the upper 18 levels of hell, but they are not so rebellious that they can swallow the power of reincarnation.

Lazy to think too much, the waves rush to the aurora area.

Compared with these giant dead creatures, Shen Lang's shape is like a mole ant, but it is easy to attract dead creatures because he releases the breath of the newborn.

Along the way, Shen Lang's palm played the holy light from time to time, and frequently attacked the dead creatures who tried to get close to him. Just when his chaotic power was about to be consumed, he finally arrived at the area that the Aurora was shining on.

In the area where the aurora is located, the sky seems to have broken a hole, and the dazzling white light falls from the hole and shoots straight to the ground.

This area has a range of more than ten miles. The environment is slightly different. The ground is quite undulating, like a small hillside in the wasteland, and there are some messy boulders piled up here.

These are not the key points. The key point is that Shen Lang is in the area of the aurora. He obviously feels that the space pressure acting on the surface of the soul body is suddenly reduced, and he even regains the ability to escape from the air!

The swirling hole in the sky releases a strong suction. When Shen Lang tries to escape, he obviously feels that his soul is pulled by the suction.

According to the previous sayings of cassock youth, dunkong can reach the reincarnation tunnel of the 18th prison by passing through the hole above the aurora sky, and return to hell or eternal life.

Now it seems that the young man in cassock did not cheat himself.

Shen Lang was relieved to think that he had a way to go.

The dead creatures wandering around the wasteland seem to deliberately avoid the area illuminated by the aurora. Shen Lang conjectures that maybe the hole vortex in the sky is the space gap at the bottom of hell!

It is because it disturbs the power of the original law that the necromancer feels extremely uncomfortable.

In a word, seeing that there were no dead creatures near here, Shen Lang boldly came to sit down in a pile of rocks.

Just in case, Shen Lang laid a layer of hidden prohibition.

Later, he sacrificed the purple gourd and began to absorb the chaotic aura in the gourd to quickly supplement the exhausted chaotic aura in the soul.

Previously, Shen Lang used the purple gourd to absorb the massive chaotic aura released by the bodhi tree, which is more than 100 times of the chaotic aura stored in his body, enough to spend in the bottom of hell.

Chaos aura is no better than the top grade immortal spirit stone. Shen Lang needs to completely replenish the chaos aura in the soul. At least it takes half an hour.

When the waves meditate among the rocks.

In the distance, there was a strange sound of flute.

”What sound?”

Shen Lang was awakened in a moment, and the Shura Saint pupil in the middle of his eyebrows was shining with a dark golden light. He used his pupil technique to quickly find the source of the sound.

In the distance, a friar in coarse linen came to the sky. The friar was playing an ancient and strange music with a clumsy clarinet in his hand.

”Friar? How can it be