Han Zhonglin probed into the hinterland of the miasma domain, and found a lot of clues one after another.

Although there are many kinds of monsters in the miasma domain, they are far from reaching the level of enlightenment, and there seems to be no demon cultivation in the entire miasma domain.

Even so, Han Zhonglin's heart became even more confused, and as he continued to go deeper, Han Zhonglin quickly realized the abnormality.

Behind the layers of smoke miasma, there is all the unknown, the sense of the five senses is quietly weakening, and the miasma in front of him is becoming more and more like a huge labyrinth.

"It turns out that the danger of this miasma is not from poison or other monsters!"

Han Zhonglin stood in a small patch of moss, looking at the smoke miasma around him, and his heart was inexplicably filled with a sense of irritability.

Hurriedly calmed his mind, the feeling of irritability gradually subsided, and Han Zhonglin's mind became clear again.

"The five senses of the inscription are the symptoms of spirituality, if they do not exist, the appearance of the decay of the sky! The beauty and ugliness of the shape, the height of the sound, the smell of fragrance, the sour and salty taste, the hot and cold of the touch, the day of indistinguishability, the time when the life is about to die!"

A mundane phrase crossed his mind, and Han Zhonglin then remembered a rare Jedi recorded in the "Apocalypse of the Divine Wind"—the Land of Heavenly Decline.

The Land of Heavenly Decay is extremely rare, and although there have been rumors of the Land of Heavenly Decay on the Divine Wind Continent, no one knows where it is located.

Very different from other natural realms, the Heavenly Decay Land seems to be free of any danger, but it can invisibly dissipate the spiritual sense, and the spiritual spirit is lost, and the first malaise appears, that is, the vitality begins with decay.

In the "Divine Apocalypse", Qu Daoren once boldly speculated that the land of heaven and earth did not exist between heaven and earth for a long time, because of the rotation of mountains and rivers or the movement of stars and stars, the vision of the land of heaven and earth was created by thousands of coincidences, and it was not the same in terms of all things.

"I'm not sure if this miasma domain is the legendary place of heavenly decay, but it's better to leave this time as soon as possible, if you are completely lost in this miasma domain, I'm afraid you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover!" Han Zhonglin couldn't help but sigh unlucky.

"If you keep looking for the direction, you may be able to get out of this miasma!" After a brief thought, Han Zhonglin decided to follow the method used in the Stanley world to break through the predicament.

Two more spirit dragons were summoned, and Han Zhonglin was in the center, marching forward in a straight line.

Half a day later, Han Zhonglin was surprised to find that his sense of smell began to lose little by little, until the original sour smell in his mouth and nose completely disappeared, and his nose could no longer smell any smell.

"Entering the swamp without smelling the rotten gas, the fragrance overflows in front of you and cannot be noticed, and the sad omen is also! This place is indeed the rumored land of heavenly decay, and it has strayed into such a Jedi!"

Han Zhonglin hovered on top of the Cold Sky Sword and sniffed vigorously repeatedly, but he couldn't smell any breath, so he was sure that he had really strayed into the Jedi. Immediately, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, and began to regret that he was too reckless when he entered the miasma domain.

But then, another doubt arose in Han Zhonglin's heart: "This miasma domain is full of small monsters, could it be that this heavenly decay land does not allow for large creatures?"

Half a day later, something even more terrible happened, Han Zhonglin's hearing began to gradually lose, the sound of fragments in the silent miasma disappeared, and his ears suddenly fell into a terrible silence.

Han Zhonglin is deeply aware that if there is no other way, when the five senses are lost, it will be the time when the real death comes.

Having to drop the sword light and recall the four spirit dragons, Han Zhonglin fell into a swampy water, and after looking around, he leaned over and probed a finger into the swamp, and then put it in his mouth.

I felt a trace of filth spreading on my tongue, but the taste was not as violent as I imagined.

"It seems that the sense of taste is also starting to wane!" Han Zhonglin frowned, although he couldn't smell or hear, the center of his mind turned quickly.

"I can't care about it so much, if I still can't fly out of this miasma domain by using the Thunder Wing Technique, then the heavens are going to kill me Han Zhonglin!"

The dantian Zhongyuan power surged out, and two thunder wings quickly stretched out behind Han Zhonglin, Han Zhonglin let out a long roar, the depressed breath in his chest was empty, and the wings vibrated and turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the thick smoke miasma.

Keeping his mind clear, he just flapped his wings forward with an obsession, and he didn't know how far he had flown out, and Han Zhonglin fell down again.

When he tried again, Han Zhonglin found that he could no longer taste any peculiar smell on the taste buds of his tongue.

"Heaven is going to bring this strange disaster, I, Han Zhonglin, will definitely fight with God!"

The thunder wing behind him reappeared, and Han Zhonglin urged the dantian Zhongyuan force to flourish with all his strength, and soon disappeared into the miasma again.

A day later, what Han Zhonglin feared the most happened, the vision in his eyes began to blur, his pupils began to become gray, and the light he relied on for survival gradually faded.

The nose, ears, and tongue were lost one after another, and Han Zhonglin's heart began to really panic. But contrary to his wishes, his vision failed to stay as expected, and Han Zhonglin's pupils became without a trace of brilliance, replaced by boundless darkness, and his whole body and mind fell into a cold and silent dark world.

After struggling for a long time, Han Zhonglin put away his thunder wings, and he didn't know where he landed in the miasma, only to notice that his lower body was cold and his robe was half wet.

"The clouds and smoke of the past are like a dream, and there is no common thing to stop at success or failure!"

The corners of Han Zhonglin's mouth curved a little, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The kindness of his parents flashed in his mind, the fierce scenes in the demon domain, the deceit in the puppet cave, and the scenes shattered like bubbles.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through Han Zhonglin's mind, and then he slowly raised his finger and lightly touched his eyebrows!

"The five senses have lost four consciousnesses, and when the five senses are lost, it is the time when the consciousness returns to the mixed earth! If you can find a glimmer of life by opening the spiritual consciousness world, it will be endless in heaven!" At this moment, Han Zhonglin's originally almost desperate heart rekindled the spark.

The moment the god escaped into the ethereal and closed the last two senses, the boundless darkness struck violently.

In a pure white world, a translucent eye slowly opened, revealing a pupil full of dots of color.

Soon after the eyes opened in the pure white world, ten fluorescent rays appeared one after another.

The colorful pupils did not blink in the pure white world, and suddenly found that one of the ten fluorescents swayed slightly, although the amplitude was not large, but it attracted the attention of the pupils. The fluorescent glow seemed to be attracted to the nameless, and seemed a little cheerful, something that rarely happened.

"This is the Sword of Thunder, could it be that somewhere in this miasma domain, there is an existence that attracts the Sword of Thunder. It's just that this kind of induction is extremely weak, but it can't be felt directly! Summoning the Thunder Mark, you may be able to find out what is faintly attracting the Thunder Sword!"

Exiting the spiritual world, Han Zhonglin directly summoned the Thunder Sword, held his breath and concentrated, and then a thunderbolt mark appeared at the center of his eyebrows.

The moment the Thunder Mark appeared, Han Zhonglin noticed a huge light flashing in his heart, and then he felt that the invisible shackles in the darkness were loosened a lot.

A strange sense of joy came to my heart, and it was from the sword of thunder.

"Hurry!"

Han Zhonglin let out a loud shout, and the Thunder Sky Sword in his palm silently disappeared into the obstacle, and almost at the same moment, a flash of lightning from Han Zhonglin's painting followed.