"Since you can't understand the world from the outside, then through these distorted and polluted souls, you can also understand the history of this world, anyway, there is a lot of time now, just to pass the time!"

Zhang Xuan has to wait now, waiting to be sucked into the center by this black mud vortex, and then wait until he is spit out, and wait until the linear speed is the highest before swimming out of this black mud.

With the Maoshan Cleansing Mantra, wash this twisted and filthy soul.

This soul gradually revealed its true appearance, but it was a middle-aged European man, covered in armor, and looked like a warrior.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

The man was confused at first, but then gradually regained his memory:

"By the way, my name is Gneloga, and I'm a member of the Crusaders!"

The Gneloga looked around and saw that it was black mud outside, but he was in a glow.

I saw that the surrounding area of several kilometers was full of fluorescence, and the fluorescence in front of me was even more winding and undulating, reaching into the sky.

"Haven't I already died on the battlefield? How is it still alive? ”

Gneloga frowned, "Luffy, where are they again?" By the way, they also died, and our souls fell into the black mud! Where is this? ”

"It's in my hands!"

Zhang Xuan suddenly laughed, and Gneloga saw that a huge face suddenly appeared in the clouds, looking over with a smile on his face.

At the same time, Gneloga also felt the ground shake under his feet, and he rose rapidly with him, and finally came to Zhang Xuan's chin.

This Gneloga is a random one that Zhang Xuan randomly pointed out from the black mud flowing around him.

To use the word dot, it is still relatively accurate.

Zhang Xuan's index finger was stained with a little black mud from the crack of the fingernails, and after this black mud was extracted, it returned to its original appearance, which was Gneloga.

This huge difference in body shape is not because Zhang Xuan's soul is as high as a thousand zhang.

Zhang Xuan's soul was already close to the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and his soul was very condensed, if it was released with the density of a mortal's soul, it would reach three thousand six hundred zhang.

But such a huge soul, the density is too low, and it will be broken in one hit. Therefore, Zhang Xuan constantly compressed his soul, only about one zhang.

It seems that there is not much difference between it and the soul of mortals, but the soul in this black mud has been continuously squeezed and worn out, and there is only the last bit of pure true spirit, which is only the size of a drop of water.

"Ah~~Ha~~Ah~~~Ha~~Ha~~"

Gneloga was speechless in shock, and could only gasp stiffly,

"Have you been scared away even by thinking?" Zhang Xuan asked again.

For Zhang Xuan, this is just a casual question, but for Gneloga, it is as terrifying as the collapse of heaven and earth.

Far beyond imagination, moving freely in this black mud, loud voice, staggered language, is this God?

Just facing him has already made people lose all courage, especially this giant, who still speaks words that he doesn't understand, is this the language of God?

Gneloga was terrified!

"Oh, I don't understand the language!" Zhang Xuan suddenly,

Just now, Gneloga speaks ancient Roman, and although he knows all the languages he has come into contact with, he habitually uses Chinese.

"Okay, I'm going to talk to you in Roman now, and I ask you, what is your time, environment, and humanity like?" Zhang Xuan continued to ask.

"Goo-toot!"

Gneloga swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and then opened his mouth and said:

"Ah, well, I am the ten-captain of the Crusaders, Gneloga, who died on the way to the Crusade, and I ········· in my life"

Zhang Xuan listened to this Gneloga's narration, and only then did he roughly understand the previous history, of course, only the history of Gneloga's survival era.

This point is not much different from the history in Zhang Xuan's memory, the only difference is that there are magicians in the army where Gneloga is located.

"Magician? Do you still watch circus performances? Life in the army is quite open and lively! Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"No, they use a specific form of magic, and the destructive power is very strong, so they are called magicians!" Gneloga hurriedly waved his hand.

"Well, that's a lot of fun!"

Zhang Xuan smiled: "What about the contemporaneous East? What about the situation in the East? ”

"I don't know much about that!"

Gneloga pondered: "The mysterious East, even a general, does not know much about it! ”

"Thank you!" Zhang Xuan smiled: "You can leave!" ”

"No, I don't want to go into the black mud, lose myself, and suffer eternal pain! It's hell there! Please! Gneloga pleaded.

"You know, you're dead!" sheet

Xuan smiled: "Death is equal, but since you are so afraid, then I will let you sleep without pain!" ”

At that moment, Zhang Xuan pointed his finger and shattered Gneloga's consciousness, which made him flow back into the black mud.

The soul that had been restored to crystal light was instantly polluted in pitch black.

What if you save Gneloga?

Take him out of the black mud? And then reincarnate him as a man?

And then he died of old age again, re-entering the black mud?

Zhang Xuan doesn't care about the reincarnation and death of ordinary people.

In the following time, Zhang Xuan pointed out a few more points of black mud, restored these people to their senses, and obtained information from different eras.

Generally speaking, the vast majority of people are very ordinary in front of them, and the changes in history are similar to Zhang Xuan's memory, which can basically be regarded as normal history.

After passing the time for so much, Zhang Xuan felt the drastic changes in the gyroscope on this day, but it was already close to the center of the black mud vortex, and Zhang Xuan was also holding his mind and resisting the impact of the vortex.

The closer you get to the center, the faster you spin, but when you get to the center, it's calm.

It's like coming to the surface of the water under the ancient well, and the center of the vortex is faintly glowing.

Zhang Xuan took a closer look, this water surface is not a reflection of Qinghui, but absorbing countless wishes in the world, and every grain of Qinghui is a wish.

You must know that pure wishes can produce magical changes, and Zhang Xuan's cultivation of the "Shinto Immeasurable Sutra" is to absorb these wishes and transform them into divine power, so that they can do anything.

Divine power is the power of the golden oil, because it is condensed from people's wishes, and there is no fixed form in the ever-changing, and it can also be converted into different energies such as qigong, mana, and electricity.

This black mud not only absorbs the souls of the dead, but also absorbs the scattered wishes in the world, which surprised Zhang Xuan.

In such a huge area of black mud, every drop is a soul, and in the black mud like the Atlantic, it can cover the souls of almost all creatures throughout the ages.

The circulation area of the soul is generally called the underworld, the kingdom of heaven, and so on, and the better ones will be re-entered into reincarnation after the judgment according to what they have done before.

Almost, it gathers all the souls together, and then wears out the consciousness, breaks it and puts it back into the heavens and the earth, which is simple and practical, and extremely efficient.

For example, in the Marvel world, the place where souls rotate, Vommel, all souls are dissolved together after entering, and then evaporate back into the universe.

But either way, the place of reincarnation will not absorb these pure desires, it does not have this function, just like if you ask for marriage, you can't go to the plague god, the business is not right.