"How can I help you?" Lin Han stood differently, transmitting his voice with his divine sense in the cave.

However, in the depths of the cave, there was silence, and there was no response for a long time.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

After knowing for half an hour, the weak voice came again, saying, "I...... The oil runs out and the lamp withers...... You can't always transmit sound. ”

Even if he is a powerful saint, it is difficult to survive being trapped in this place where he has no spiritual power except for dead energy.

If it were replaced by other monks, I am afraid that it would have already returned to dust and decayed into a pile of dry bones.

"Senior, how long have you been trapped?"

"I can't remember, a million years, two million years, maybe three million years. ”

"Boy, who are you talking to?" said the will of the Dead City again.

The Demon Saint Emperor Jun sighed: "He is just a will left by the master of the Vain Death City, and he can't sense my existence. ”

How can a remnant thought make a saint manifest, and how powerful is a saint's divine thought, how can it be captured by a remnant thought.

"You open the door and come in, and I'll be inside. ”

Lin Han hesitated, stepped forward, and pushed the two heavy and tall stone doors open.

With a bang, the stone door opened, and a stream of dusty air erupted out, but it was pitch black inside.

"What are you doing there, boy, how do you know there's a door there?" came the will of the dead city again, full of confusion and worry.

"If you still want to get out of here, go and get the beads. ”

Lin Han ignored him and plunged into the stone gate.

The moment Lin Han stepped into the stone room, a cold air greeted him, and the entire stone room was like an ice cellar.

His body trembled and he stepped forward.

"Da", "Da", "Da......

In the dark stone room, only Lin Han's footsteps were still echoing, and there was a dead silence beyond that, in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Lin Han could only grope forward with his weak divine sense.

After walking forward for nearly ten zhang like this, another stone gate appeared in front of Lin Han's eyes.

"This ...... How is it possible, from the outside, not to be made of such a large space. Lin Han was puzzled and hurriedly asked, "Senior, where are you?"

However, he was met with endless silence.

Lin Han hardened his head and pushed open the second stone gate, but the third stone gate was coming.

It wasn't until the ninth stone gate was pushed open that Lin Han understood that he had come to the end.

Inside the ninth stone gate is a very open hall, the four walls are inlaid with pale green pearls, and the faint green light makes the hall look particularly weird, like a gloomy underworld.

When he saw the scene inside, he gasped, his scalp was numb, and there were two columns of dried corpses standing on both sides of the main hall, the dried skin and flesh were tightly wrapped around the skinny bones, and the twisted facial features were extremely hideous, Lin Han's heart was "plopping" and jumping, and he even thought that he had entered the Netherworld.

In the center of the temple lies a white skeleton that paves the way to the throne. Some of the creatures' bones were taller than the door with one arm, and it wasn't worth it how they got into this vast hall.

"Ahem......" The old man's cough suddenly sounded in the main hall, and Lin Han let out a cold sweat and glanced at the dark throne at the end of the main hall.

Immediately, he quickly retreated, but found that the stone door had long been closed, and he could not push it open.

And the remnants of the will of the city seem to have long since disappeared, and it has not sounded for a long time.

"Senior, is that you?" Lin Han asked, his eyes staring at the end of the hall.

"Yes...... Me!"

"Senior, who are they?" Lin Han asked, pointing to the big corpses on both sides.

"They, I don't know, maybe it's my subordinates!" came the weak voice of the Demon Saint Emperor.

"Your ...... Repair for ...... Yes?" asked the Demon Saint Emperor Jun again.

Lin Han was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask this question, so he had to answer truthfully: "The body cultivation is the Great Perfection, and the Spring Dao is the ninth order." ”

"You...... How is it possible to cultivate both the physical body and the spring path...... Are you...... No...... Impossible!" Demon Saint Emperor Jun's weak voice suddenly raised a few points, with a bit of shock.

Immediately, there was a heavy sigh, which seemed to be extremely desperate, as if all the power of the demon saint had been drained, and he didn't make a sound again for a long time, without any words.

"Senior, are you okay?" Lin Han asked.

After half an hour, the demon saint in the darkness had accumulated enough strength, and was very disappointed, his voice was lonely, and he looked lifeless, and said: "Even if it is, you are too weak, if you give me another hundred years, I can afford to wait." ”

"Have you ever heard of the Taiyi clan before?" Lin Han asked cautiously, his eyes nervously watching, but he could only see pitch black.

"The Taiyi clan, I only remember that it is the most powerful race in heaven and earth, its people have been the emperor of heaven for generations, each clan has the talent of ten thousand years of sanctification, and it is the only god race in the world who can cultivate the physical spring and the path dually. ”

Lin Han already knew this, and what he wanted to ask was naturally not these: "Do you know anything else?"

"I don't remember...... Forget about it. The Demon Saint Emperor said quietly: "Come here, although I have lost my memory, I have not lost my nature...... I won't hurt you. ”

After Di Jun said these words, it was as if he had withdrawn the last trace of strength, and after he finished speaking, he fell silent again.

Lin Han hesitated slightly, then strode forward and quickly passed through the dried corpses on both sides.

At this moment, Lin Han saw clearly the scene on the divine platform above.

The high altar is placed on a purple-gold throne, which is exquisitely carved and mysterious, the material is rare, and the atmosphere is simple and simple, highlighting the extraordinary nature of the divine seat.

However, at this moment, the purple-gold throne looked dark and obscure, and it was full of dust, as if it would collapse with a bang at the slightest touch.

And on the throne sat a withered figure, like a dried corpse, skin wrapped in bones, and shriveled eyelids closed, lifeless.

A generation of saints, domineering the heavens and the earth, the only one in the sky and the earth, but in the end they are like walking dead.

The Demon Saint Emperor Jun sat upright on the divine seat, but his body was wrapped with endless cyan vines, bound to the divine seat.

The cyan vines didn't look real, they loomed. There were many finger-long needles growing on the vines, and these sharp needles hammered into Di Jun's body like an awl, as if they were absorbing the blood purification and divine power in the body of the Demon Saint Emperor Jun.

No wonder, Lin Han slightly understood.

The saint is favored by the spring of heaven and earth, as long as the will is not extinguished, it is impossible to die, but the demon saint Emperor Jun has become a dying corpse in just a million years, which is all thanks to the vines above.

"Normal...... You can't see these Dark Yin Vines......" The voice of the Demon Saint came from the old man, but his mouth and eyes did not open.

"These shade vines...... Chop and ...... The burn can't be exhausted, and you can only rely on absorbing its spiritual power to devour it little by little, but it's a pity...... You can't cultivate enough......" The old man's voice came again: "If you can move these ghost vines out of the way and rescue me, I may be able to help you escape from here." ”

Lin Han was stunned, thinking of the Flame God and Demon in his heart, could it be that he also came for this demon saint? But why didn't he make a move, he disappeared.