This phantom can go straight to the eighteenth level of hell without even triggering any reaction from the jailers and demon dogs.

In addition, Qin He also learned from the shadow puppet performances of several unlucky Yin officials in the underworld:

Lord Yama of the underworld is closed in the eighteen forbidden areas of hell and basically does not care about the affairs of the underworld, so that the twelve Yin commanders of the underworld each support their own troops and rule in separate areas.

Therefore, except for the legendary Yan Jun who has never seen his true form, Qin He can no longer think of anyone else.

As expected, Xuying pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Actually...it's nothing, I just want to chat with you."

Its voice is very soft and peaceful, with a calmness and indifference, the kind that has no desires or desires.

Its body is as illusory as its soul, and its eyes are empty. If you don't look carefully, it looks like air. But at the same time, the difference between it and the soul is also very obvious. It is empty but not scattered, and its breath is condensed.

"Chat? What are you talking about?" Qin He asked.

"You can talk about anything." Xuying's empty eyes blinked a few times, and he said slowly: "Actually, I haven't chatted for a long time. The last person I chatted with was a Taoist priest. He is different from you.

Different people.”

"Oh, by the way, the sword in his hand is very beautiful, I like it very much."

"But I don't like the way he talks."

"Overall, he is still very interesting, as interesting as you."

"Yes, it is interesting."

"As interesting as you."

"Is his name Taoist Master Lingyun?" Qin He asked.

A Taoist priest can come here to chat with it. Within three hundred years, only Taoist priest Lingyun will be able to do so.

"Yes, he said his name is Ling Yun."

"However, he came here on his own, I didn't invite him."

"He chatted with me for a long time."

"I liked him quite a lot at first, but then I didn't like him anymore."

"..."

Yan Jun said softly, his empty eyes seemed to be lost in memories.

"Then, how was your chat?" Qin He's train of thought was unconsciously taken astray and he asked along the way.

"I drove him away because I didn't like him anymore."

"He's not very reasonable."

"It's a bit ugly."

"My hair is very dirty and there is mud in my nails. I shouldn't take a shower."

Qin He: "..."

Qin He's brain was a little down. It was not for anything else, but because he found that Yan Jun was a bit consumptive and talked too much.

Moreover, I like self-talking statements.

The image of the Yin Shen Supreme, who is cold and cold and whose mouth is full of gloomy energy, is completely the same as the sky and the earth.

So much so that Qin He didn't know how to continue the conversation for a while.

First time seeing this.

"Uh, what about that? Let me confirm one question first. You are the Lord of Hell in the underworld, right?" Qin He shook his head and hurriedly returned to the issues he cared about.

Taoist Master Lingyun doesn't take a bath? Does he look ugly?

Is there mud inside your fingernails?

This kind of gossip is not important, and I am not interested in it either.

"That's what they call me, but I don't really like it."

"And I don't like them that much either."

"Because they're boring."

"There are very few interesting people."

"Then what...have you been practicing here in seclusion all year round?" Qin He hurriedly interrupted its soliloquy and continued to ask.

"Retreat?" Xuying was stunned for a moment and said, "Why do you think so?"

"This place is full of murderous potential. What are you doing here if you're not practicing in seclusion?" Qin He asked strangely.

"This...is my home." Xuying said matter-of-factly.

"Home...home?" Qin He's eyes widened.

Can this kind of place be called home?

Is your brain going crazy?

Any place in the world is a hundred times better than here, right?

Let’s not talk about these murderous intentions. Let’s talk about the endless silence and ruins here. How can it be any good?

"This...is the place where I was born."

"I was born here."

"So I'll stay here."

"Like your word, home."

"This is a very interesting word, I like it very much."

"Oh, by the way, it was a Taoist priest who taught me, but it wasn't Ling Yun."

"He is very strong, but weaker than you. It's incredible."

"..."

Xuying explained something, and then started talking again.

"Stop, stop it!"

Qin He hurriedly stretched out his hand to interrupt it again, and allowed it to continue. He couldn't talk this day without talking, and his mind was easily confused. He said: "Well, you said you were born here, then... who are you?"

"I... am not a thing."

"Uh... let's put it another way, what race are you? Demon, demon, ghost, monster or something else?" Qin He guided.

This time, Xuying finally fell into thinking for a moment, and then said: "I should... belong to the spirit."

"What's the spirit?" Qin He asked.

"That's it." Xuying pointed to the surrounding ruins.

This time, Qinhe was down for more than ten breaths.

He looked left and right, and finally determined that it referred to the surrounding broken walls, broken bricks and tiles, and not anything else.

This is the eighteenth level of hell in the underworld. It is completely silent and there should be and will not be anything "vibrant".

Can "spirits" be born from ruins?

Talk about it all day and night!

Artifacts can give birth to spiritual intelligence, and flowers, plants and trees can also give birth to spiritual intelligence, which are called spirits.

A considerable part of the so-called monsters are spirits. Spirits do not enter reincarnation, but they possess spiritual wisdom and certain abilities. For example, some towering ancient trees are very mysterious and cannot be cut down randomly.

ruins?

HOW?

But soon, Qin He reacted.

It doesn't refer to ruins.

But...heaven!!

This ruins are part of the heaven.
Chapter completed!