"Yinming Mountain?" Han Xuan still felt that this name was not appropriate for such beautiful scenery. If Han Xuan was not named well, it might be called the Wonderland of the World.
But at first, under the guidance of Lei Ming, Han Xuan and A Gu found this place. Han Xuan and A Gu would not feel wrong with the special power of Yin. Perhaps Ming Jun summoned Han Xuan because of this.
Han Xuan, who was smiling, walked in front of A Gu and asked without looking back: "A Gu, what do you think of this place?"
"Agu couldn't say it, but he just felt that this place looked much more comfortable than the bone beast passage, and it was not as noisy as the bone beast roar. I don't know what the sound here was made of, it was crisp and pleasant, I love to listen to it!"
"This is called bird singing, it is an animal in the human world. They are not even considered a monster. They are just an extremely ordinary animal that can fly. Their call sounds very nice, but they cannot change their destiny at the bottom."
"The world of humanity is so good. It seems that everything makes people feel very comfortable, but the underworld is completely different."
"Haha, Agu, you are not well-educated after all. What I want to tell you is that no matter where you are, you must learn to judge right or wrong, and not be blinded by the gorgeous outside. Often, what is hidden behind the beauty is the crises and traps that can kill your life."
"Is the master trying to tell Agu what's wrong with the bird singing?"
"Haha, let's not talk about this for now. Tell me, can you hear many different kinds of bird songs?"
"Uh..." It seemed that Agu was not good at distinguishing the sound, but he still tried hard to listen to the sounds around him. After a while, he said in certain uncertainty: "Are there more than thirty kinds, and Agu can't hear it if there are more."
"Haha, let me tell you, there are actually at least a hundred kinds of sounds."
"There are so many? A Gu really didn't hear it. The master is still powerful!"
"What I told you was only heard with my ears, but there is only one kind of perception I use my spiritual sense!"
"How could it be? I obviously heard a lot."
"I can't make mistakes about this, it's just a kind of thing. If I'm not wrong, we are now in a formation, and the bird songs we hear now are just a magic sound formation, which should be called the Hundred Birds and Phoenix Phantom Sound Formation."
Hearing Han Xuan's words, Agu immediately became alert and seemed a little nervous. He had never touched the formation before, but the formations used by Han Xuan made him feel extremely powerful, so he was a little timid. Seeing this, Han Xuan hurriedly said: "You don't need to panic. Although this formation has endless changes and uses illusion to influence the minds of the monks, most of them are only used for territory prevention, and most of them are used to confuse people who accidentally enter this place. Although it is used to attack the enemy, it requires the master to control it before it can work."
"Isn't the one who led us here? Do you think he will be unfavorable to us?"
"Ha, of course not. I guess Mr. Ming set up this formation here just to entertain himself. With his strength, most of the formations in this world are not as useful as his finger. Why do you have to do this in one move?"
A Gu was obviously much more relaxed, but at this moment, a voice suddenly blew like a gust of cold wind and said, "What a boy who is afraid of flattery. If you have the ability to walk through this formation, Tianming Peak will be behind this formation!"
Han Xuan smiled slightly, bowed his hand and said, "What's the difficulty? Please come to find you later, kid now!"
After saying that, Han Xuan closed his eyes and stood still. After a moment, he didn't see him flying to Agu's head and reached out to guide Agu's road. Agu had no doubts. Han Xuan walked wherever he pointed. Even if he turned around, there was no doubt. About half an hour later, Agu suddenly felt that his ears suddenly quiet, and the beautiful scenery around him disappeared in an instant, and a mountain hidden in the fog appeared in front of him.
Agu said excitedly: "Master, look!"
Although Han Xuan did not open his eyes, his spiritual sense had already known everything. If it were to say that this formation was indeed difficult to break for ordinary formation talisman masters, it was not difficult for Han Xuan, who knew the art of soul forbidden. To put it bluntly, the Illusion Sound Formation is also a kind of soul power formation. During the Holy War, it was only a relatively ordinary formation. In the inheritance of Lu Tianlin, there was still a very clear explanation of this formation.
Han Xuan gently stroked Agu's big head and calmed him down. Looking at the mysterious mountain in front of him that seemed to have emerged out of thin air, he slightly tidied up his clothes, bowed and said loudly: "Han Xuan is here as scheduled. Can the King of the Underworld allow boy to enter the mountain?"
"If you have the ability, you will get it naturally, so why bother mother-in-law and mother!"
"Oh, it seems that seeing this King of Underworld is really a lot of obstacles. OK, let's see if you have any moves to block my way!"
After saying that, he jumped off the top of Agu and walked in front, but just took a few steps and found Agu following behind him. After he hesitated, he said: "I find it difficult to do it, don't show off!"
Agu nodded to show his understanding. Han Xuan then stepped forward to the mountain. It doesn't matter. Han Xuan felt like he had first met Xiaoyu. The soul pressure from nowhere began to gradually suppress him. At this time, Han Xuan felt very relaxed, but he was worried that Agu was behind him. Looking back, he found that Agu was also very relaxed.
Looking up at the mountain path in front of him that was straight to the top of the mountain without seeing the end, Han Xuan continued to move forward, and walked more than a hundred stone stairs. Suddenly, he felt the pressure of his soul suddenly became stronger, but at this time, Han Xuan could still be at ease. He turned back and saw Agu still relaxed, and smiled secretly: "What a dark king, this is intended to target me. Since that's the case, I insist on going up to show you."
Han Xuan was extremely stubborn. At this time, he knew that the soul pressure of Mingjun was only applied to him, so he stopped and said softly to Agu: "You go up first, I will arrive later!"
But unexpectedly, Agu rarely violated Han Xuan's order and said, "No, Agu will follow you."
Agu seemed to see that Han Xuan was suffering from obstacles that he could not feel at this time. Han Xuan was surprised, so he insisted on not leaving. Han Xuan didn't say much and walked up again, and he walked faster and faster. In fact, Han Xuan was constantly feeling the change of soul pressure.
He rushed to more than 500 stone stairs in one breath. Han Xuan finally arrived here. The soul pressure of the soul that had reached the level of the initial level of the emperor level, but Han Xuan was already the peak of the imperial level at this time, so he was naturally not afraid. However, the pressure of the imperial level soul still made Han Xuan cautious. Looking up now, the stone stairs had to say that there were at least seven or eight hundred levels. If it was changed every 100 levels, when Han Xuan reached the end, the pressure he had to bear would reach the peak of the god level, and might even be higher.
This forced Han Xuan to be careful. After all, the God-level level was a field that Han Xuan had never touched, and he could not even hear it. He could not tell how much the gap between him and the God-level level was. However, the Crazy Blood Shura King was an existence that was infinitely close to the God-level level. If he hadn't had a great mind at that time, he would have had a hard battle and would not have won so easily.
As Han Xuan guessed, the pressure at the level would be increased by one level per hundred level. However, when Han Xuan came to the eighth hundred level, he found that the pressure here was stronger than that of the Crazy Blood Shura King. Not to mention the cultivators in the human world, even monks in the underworld could not have such pressure.
But despite the many obstacles, Han Xuan was born with a tough bone that refused to bow his head. Even the world was reversible, let alone the King of the Underworld, who was no different from other monks in his eyes. Han Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and continued to move forward like a demonstration, and soon passed the hundred-level ladder at the peak of the emperor level.
At this time, there were more than 500 layers before Han Xuan reached the peak, but when he crossed the ladder of the imperial level and realized the pressure of the early stage of the god level, he almost made a mistake. If Han Xuan had not gritted his teeth and held on, he would have probably all of his previous work would have been wasted.
Han Xuan never expected that the level of the early stage of the god level seemed to be only one level away from the pressure of the peak level of the emperor level, but after personal experience, the gap was so big. At this time, every step Han Xuan took seemed so difficult. It seemed that every time he took one more step, the sea of consciousness and the soul in it would shake violently.
When Agu saw that Han Xuan suddenly seemed to have increased resistance, he wanted to step forward and push the server, but Han Xuan said a few words popped up from his teeth: "No, no, don't worry about me!"
"But master, you..."
"Hehe, you...if you...if you help me...if I'm afraid...even you...if you can't even get up!"
Agu knew that Han Xuan would not lie to him, so he looked up and roared at the top of the mountain, but it did not get any response. After roaring for a long time, he still focused on Han Xuan. Although Han Xuan did not let him help, if Han Xuan fell down, he would always come forward to help him.
Han Xuan's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the sea of consciousness would not feel dizzy. The initial pressure of the god level had already brought him a huge obstacle. The hundred-level stairs that could pass in an instant on weekdays were as difficult as thousands of mountains and rivers. Han Xuan could only move his steps within a few hours, and sometimes even one foot had to stop in the air for several hours before he could fall.
But Han Xuan still did not surrender. He was still relying on his iron-killed body and the will of King Kong. He always reminded himself that Xiaoyu was waiting for his rescue, and his family and friends in the human world were waiting for him to go back. The holy war was about to begin. How could he be missing from the battlefield of fighting against the demons?
His legs were trembling, his sea of consciousness was shaking, but his will to move forward did not stop there.