When those images disappeared, Ao Han's soul got closer and closer to the strange silver needle.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of crisis spread in Ao Han's heart.

This feeling is very direct, and letting go of the Buddha can directly threaten Ao Han's soul.

This kind of feeling is something Ao Han has never had.

At this time, Ao Han could choose to leave and avoid this danger.

But Ao Han's soul still came into contact with the strange silver needle.

This is Ao Han's choice.

People all over the world call Ao Han a madman, but it is not an exaggeration at all.

It's just that his madness has never been understood.

Because they didn't understand what Ao Han was pursuing.

When Ao Han's soul touched the silver needle, Ao Han's soul couldn't help but start trembling.

That kind of tremor didn't come from Ao Han's fear.

Rather, it is a knee-jerk reaction to predators.

Just like a mouse is afraid of a cat, a snake is afraid of an eagle.

This silver needle, or rather, the power carried by this silver needle is the natural enemy of the soul.

He was not targeting Ao Han, but the innate suppression of all souls.

At this time, Ao Han thought of the legend that Zongheng Wuji told him, the Taiyin needle is a means used by the gods to punish immortals, and it can lock the true soul of immortals.

Thinking of the seven shadows before, and then thinking of this moment, Ao Han understood that it was not a legend.

Under such a tremble, Ao Han completely lost control of his soul, and then saw that the light of the silver needle was slightly worse, and Ao Han's soul directly submerged into the silver needle.

In the silver needle, the original endless darkness has disappeared, and in its place is the endless light.

In this bright space, there are eight different directions.

At the end of seven of the directions, there is a shadow.

It was the seven figures that Ao Han had seen before.

Their true souls have been locked away by Silver Needle Town for 70,000 years, and they have already become extremely weak at this time, and they are not far away from their souls being scattered.

And in the middle of this light, there are still thousands of illusory humanoid souls.

Among them are Zongheng Wuji, Ao Laojiu and the 1,200 tyrants.

Their true souls are locked, their consciousness has been sealed for some reason, and their eyes are closed like an illusory floating corpse.

In this space, only Ao Han can still have complete consciousness.

Looking at the true souls of Zongheng Wuji and the others, Ao Han did not rush over, but looked thoughtfully at the end of the direction where there was no figure.

Ao Han's soul was like an illusory human form, and at this moment, his face was calm like never before.

Often in the most dangerous times, Ao Han will appear calmer.

The entire bright space was filled with a quiet holiness, and it was clear that no sound could be heard, but Ao Han let out a deep sigh at this moment.

That sigh came from Ao Han's soul.

The illusory gaze looked at the figures who were still standing, and Ao Han's voice slowly sounded in this space: "I've already come in, when are you going to wait?"

There was eternal silence in the space, and no one answered Ao Han.

Ao Han alone seemed to be talking to himself.

But Ao Han's eyes never looked away, just staring in one direction, waiting for a response.

"It's easy to get in this place, but it's hard to get out, I'm stuck here as you want, what are you worried about?"

Still no one answered.

No one knows who Ao Han's words are addressed to.

Ao Han smiled, and then the illusory shadow floated forward, stretched out his palm to the other illusory figure, and said, "Soul, fusion." ”

The power of the soul is completely restrained here, and it cannot be used at all.

Ao Han clearly knew this, and that person also knew it.

But when Ao Han said these words, the man still subconsciously felt scared, and the originally illusory true soul also trembled extremely weakly.

It was this slight tremor that made the man unable to hold it anymore.

Zongheng Wuji slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ao Han and smiled, smiling happily.

No one knew what he was laughing at, maybe only Ao Han knew.

"Tsk...... You're still so smart that you can always catch other people's weaknesses. "The sound of Zongunji is like a compliment, but it is also like a mockery.

Before Ao Han could speak, Zongheng Wuji's tone became a little regretful again: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, a smart person like you, if you have a choice, I really don't want to choose you." ”

"Instead, you're my only choice. ”

Except for Ao Han, no one can understand the words of Zongheng Wuji.

Ao Han still smiled and said, "There's no pity, you have waited for 70,000 years, wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't achieve your goal?"

"Seventy thousand years!" Thinking of this long time, Zongheng Wuji's gaze also became deeper, and he sighed and said: "Yes, seventy thousand years, even for me, is a bit long. ”

Zongheng Wuji looked at Ao Han: "You know that I have been waiting for 70,000 years, it seems that you have already guessed?"

Ao Han said: "The picture I saw earlier, isn't it the hint you gave me?"

"After waiting for 70,000 years to complete something, wouldn't it be a great pity if no one witnessed it?"

"Didn't you let me see those images so that I could guess and be the only witness at this moment?"

Zongheng Wuji smiled, without explaining or refutating: "Go on." ”

"When I saw that magnificent picture, I knew that the barrier laid by such a person would never be broken, and no one would be able to pass through that barrier by chance. ”

"For 70,000 years, you have been in the land of three states. ”

Zongheng Wuji nodded and did not speak.

Ao Han continued: "The soul, the sheepskin, and the Taiyin needle were all left by you, and the door of cultivation was placed in front of me by you. ”

"It's kind of ridiculous, it's not that I caught you, it's that you chose me. ”

"Perhaps, you didn't choose me alone, but I was the only one who came to the point you expected and became your only choice. ”

"What else did you guess?" asked Wuji.

Ao Han said: "The twelve states collapsed, and the three states were annihilated, and only seven people appeared in that picture, but in fact, there were actually eight people who shot at that time, not seven." ”

"And the only one who has escaped the silver needle locks is you. ”

Zongheng Wuji's smile was even stronger, but he shook his head: "It's not that I escaped the silver needle to lock the soul, the legend of the Taiyin needle, whether it is true or false, as you can see in the picture, the needle fell, and the seven immortals were damaged, but it was not the Taiyin needle, this seat was trapped in the magic needle for thousands of years, based on the magic needle, looking at its breath, and realizing the Taiyin needle, in order to get out of trouble." ”

The Taiyin needle was created by Zongheng Wuji, which was somewhat unexpected by Ao Han.

70,000 years ago, the eight people of Zongheng Wuji were all killed by a needle, but only Zongheng Wuji created a Taiyin needle in thousands of years.

Get out of trouble.

With such a heart and talent, even if he is an immortal, he should be the top of the immortals.