Feeling the huge spiritual power, Zhang Xiaoming laughed.

With such qualifications, who else can break through the realm in just a few days? The range of this spiritual power has been expanded tenfold, and the "Soul Movement Realm" has actually arrived so quickly.

The only strange thing was why the mysterious voice had not arrived for a long time, and after waiting for a while, Zhang Xiaoming stopped waiting, and his consciousness returned to his body.

"Have you broken through your mental power?" The voice of the black-clothed ghost came in confusion, although she was only a virtual person now, her consciousness was very powerful.

"Hey, a small breakthrough, not enough to worry about, senior, I've told you all about the current situation, do you think the earth can still be saved?" Continuing from the topic just now, Zhang Xiaoming raised this question, and he didn't mention what level his spiritual cultivation had reached at all.

The black-clothed Netherworld was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision: "There may or may not be." ”

"How?"

Zhang Xiaoming was a little curious, he understood that it was very difficult, so he was eager to know the answer.

"Today's earth terran race is divided into countless countries, and it is difficult to fight for that slightest victory, it should be said that the probability is zero! Unless they all unite and fight in unison, there is the slightest chance of winning! ”

"The second way is to go to the ruins and ask them to come out and help!" The black-clothed ghost was very excited when he talked about returning to the ruins, as if he was very angry and scared.

"Who are they? Where is the ruins? ”

Zhang Xiaoming was very curious, he had heard the mysterious man talk about returning to the ruins before, and there was also a picture of the gate of returning to the ruins in that booklet.

"Return to the ruins..."The black-clothed ghost on the screen showed a painful expression, and she cried with her headache.

What the hell is this, the virtual person actually cried, I don't seem to bully her, right? Zhang Xiaoming felt speechless, he just wanted to ask what was wrong, when the voice of the black-clothed ghost came again.

"Legend has it that the ruins are the heart that connects the universe and the earth, and every planet in the universe has a place to return to the ruins, and this ruins are called the other side by everyone."

Zhang Xiaoming became serious when he heard the word "other side", this is a really weird place, whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, they are all pursuing to reach the other side, but has anyone really reached it?

"There are all kinds of wonders in the ruins, whether you can think of it, or what you didn't think of, there are people who have obtained the Tao, some people have obtained treasures, and some people have obtained the relics of the strongest, and these people have come out alive."

Zhang Xiaoming's eyes were hot, and his heart was excited, this is a good place, doesn't he just lack all kinds of treasures?

"But!" The words "The Netherworld" in black woke up the person in the dream, and Zhang Xiaoming was instantly frightened.

"It may be a vast sea, or an endless desert, or a strange city, or a floating island without a ground, where there is no border, where there is no distinction between heaven and earth, and whoever enters it will lose all power, it is like the primordial universe..."

I'm rubbing, there is still this kind of place, Zhang Xiaoming is blinded, what kind of place is this, forbidden demons and forbidden weapons, a zero-egg area with all rules?

"Eh, senior, how do you know?" Zhang Xiaoming asked curiously.

The black-clothed Nether's face suddenly turned hideous, and then he said in pain: "It's all me, I killed them, I shouldn't go, it's all my fault, I'm a sinner, they are lost in it, they are one of the strongest necromantic troops of our Flame God Clan!" ”

"Senior, maybe they don't blame you? I guess everyone is voluntary, right? Zhang Xiaoming comforted.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, the two Great Elders disagreed and fought, and our Flame God Clan finally split, and I followed the Great Elder to stop them to the death, and finally failed..."

As the black-clothed ghost slowly revealed the ancient truth, an amazing picture of an ancient battle was displayed in front of Zhang Xiaoming.

In ancient times, the Flame God Clan was forced to flee to the solar system, and conflicts broke out in a series of escapes.

There are clansmen who advocate a great counterattack, there are clansmen who advocate cultivation and recuperation, and there are clansmen who advocate retreating to the ruins, and these people are divided into three factions.

Later, the contradiction became bigger and bigger, and another great elder who advocated returning to the ruins wanted to leave, but Yan Rong'er disagreed, so the two sides fought.

Looking at the two clansmen who did not listen to the persuasion, the great elder who advocated a major counterattack was angry, and took people away from the earth in a fit of anger.

The two sides of the fight were evenly matched at first, but as Yan Rong'er's old injury recurred, they never succeeded in stopping it, and finally the black-clothed Netherworld led people to chase it in...

"This is really nonsense, the ancient truth is actually like this!" Zhang Xiaoming really wanted to complain, the myths and legends books he read before were all deceitful, and the truth was changed to such a mess.

"Whose legacy is this?" A table-sized golden light was taken out of the spiritual power space by Zhang Xiaoming, and he had not activated this inheritance yet.

A powerful stream of consciousness energy emanated from the big screen, and she circled around the golden light, and then returned to the big screen.

"It's... He actually left the Tianshui kettle, did we blame him? The voice of the black-clothed ghost was a little surprised, because the kettle was that person's personal weapon on this day.

Hearing that it was the inheritance left by his own people, Zhang Xiaoming no longer hesitated, and he unleashed his spiritual power to extend the golden light.

As the spiritual power entered the golden light, a piece of information appeared in Zhang Xiaoming's mind, this information explained the use of the Tianshui kettle, and there was a sentence.

"Descendants of the human race, this treasure is left by the ancestors, the ancestors have told that if you want to enter the ruins, you must leave all the treasures as a legacy to future generations, this thing is given to you, the ruins are the only hope for the rise of our human race, but don't go in until you have to, remember to remember!"

When Zhang Xiaoming read this passage to the black-clothed ghost, she cried loudly: "We blame him, he is still paving the way for our family, he wants to lay a place to return to the ruins!" ”

"Seniors, maybe now they have gained a firm foothold in Guiru, maybe Guiru has been defeated by our Yanshen Clan!" Zhang Xiaoming whispered comfortingly.

The black-clothed ghost was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then his face showed joy, and then his face darkened again: "Impossible, you can't imagine the horror of returning to the ruins, and we can't even figure out the universe, let alone returning to the ruins." ”

After saying this, the black-clothed Netherworld seemed to have lost everything, and she returned to the role of the little girl again: "Since you are a descendant of my Flame God Clan, and you are still favored by the Protector Divine Beast, then all the permissions of this Necronomicon Temple will be opened for you!" ”

As the words of the black-clothed ghost spoke, the lights of the entire Necronomicon Temple dimmed, and then a strong light erupted from the big screen and shone on Zhang Xiaoming's body.

"After the big data statistics of the Necronomicon Temple, your name is Zhang Xiaoming, blood type: type A, height 175, age 16 years old, birthplace: Qinghua Town, Qingling City..."

The black-clothed ghost reported all the information about Zhang Xiaoming, and all the information on it didn't know where it came from, anyway, it was clearer than checking the household registration, and even the eight generations of Zhang Xiaoming's ancestors were clearly displayed.