All around him, chaotic sounds from who knows how far away all superimposed on each other, causing pain in his eardrums and a splitting headache.

This is just in the relatively empty and lonely underworld fantasy.

If we move to the Kyushu continent, the ubiquitous sounds, when added together, can really penetrate the human brain with sound alone.

Even though Jiang Li used the Heart Sutra of Guanyin, the situation was only slightly better. He could barely recognize some of the thousands of voices, but he still could not eliminate the chaotic and terrible influence.

Jiang Li did not rush to take off the dog ears. While enduring the noise that was enough to drive people crazy, he thought about why this happened.

Although this magic weapon is tainted with an ominous aura due to its material, if it is used forcibly, it will cause damage to one's hearing and subtly affect one's spirit.

In the Baxing Temple, the original owner of the pair of ears was affected for a long time. When he was not using the hearing dog ears, his own ears were almost decorations, and his soul was damaged and weakened.

This resulted in the treasure-stealing rat easily stealing the wooden box from his arms without him noticing.

But if we ignore the side effects, the effect on dog ears should not be discounted much.

If one cannot even accept the sound coming from one's own Heart Sutra, then it is even more impossible for others.

A useless piece of chicken ribs, even if its grade reaches the earth level, is still a useless piece of chicken ribs and will not be treasured and collected by the Eight Lines Temple.

So, maybe I am using it incorrectly.

He touched the fluffy dog ​​ears that were pressed against his ears and began to think.

According to the scientific concepts of previous lives, sound is a form of expression of vibration.

The propagation of vibration can be roughly divided into three ways: solid, liquid and gas.

Although both are transmissions, the specific circumstances are completely different.

Jiang Li's Heart Sutra of Guanyin is not afraid of these, but this pair of ears may not be so smart.

Perhaps this is where the problem lies.

If it is not transmitted by gas, then maybe you can try changing the medium.

In his speculation, Shan Ting is most likely the reincarnation of Di Ting.

The mythical beast Di Ting can also be called "Earth Ting".

When it uses its ability, it must also put its ears to the ground and rely on the conduction of the earth to be able to hear clearly the three realms.

He raised his hands and made two hand seals. Two rock pillars immediately emerged from the ground, one larger at the bottom and one smaller at the top. They extended to both sides of Jiang Li's head and fit tightly against his earlobes.

Although Jiang Li does not have earth-attributed spiritual roots, he also does not know earth-attributed spells.

But he possesses the power of the earth's veins and spirits. With this high-level earth power, it is not a problem for him to simply activate the rock and soil layers.

Sure enough, when the rock pillar touched his ear, the chaotic sound disappeared instantly.

Immediately, Jiang Li's eyes suddenly became confused. As waves of sound traveled back along the rock pillars of the earth, clear pictures appeared before his eyes.

Outside the hall, two teams of Royal Guards were performing their duties faithfully. One of the guards scratched his butt out of boredom.

In the dungeon, Warden E Lai was still drinking his soul-shaking wine, looking helplessly ahead at the young man who was meditating peacefully on the hot blade.

Above, in the main city of Fengdu, several vendors were arguing fiercely over the ownership of a pair of beautiful yin-yang eyes.

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The picture extends outside the city. The endless land, like undulating waves, spreads to distant places.

The amount of information transmitted back was so huge that Jiang Li, with his current spiritual level, was unable to bear it.

He quickly called upon several of his parallel consciousnesses to maintain the Heart Sutra of Guanyin together, and only then was he able to receive this information.

These ears really enhanced his hearing ability greatly.

The range of comprehensive monitoring has been extended to ten times the original limit, while the single-point extended hearing limit has been extended to a hundred times the original limit.

You know, with Jiang Li's original Guanyin magic, it is enough to monitor a distance of one hundred to five hundred miles at a single point.

Now with the enhancement of this pair of earth-level magic weapons, he can even expand his hearing to 50,000 miles away.

That was a distance that would take him quite some time to reach even if he flew at his fastest speed.

Now you can directly hear every movement there and convert it into a three-dimensional picture.

In addition, with the help of this ear, he seemed to be able to vaguely perceive the origins of certain special individuals.

It is just like the divine beast Di Ting back then, which was able to use the art of Di Ting to distinguish between Sun Wukong and Liu Er Mihou.

Although it is not as powerful as Di Ting, it is already a very magical and powerful ability.

It's a pity that it only works when one ear is close to the ground, which limits its normal use.

Moreover, the good hearing ears can only detect things on the ground. If the target is not standing on the ground, these ears will become useless.

There are quite a few restrictions, but no matter what, such a practical increase is enough for Jiang Li to happily take it.

“Try this.”

Jiang Li separated the stone pillar, took off the dog ear on one ear, and then pulled the cage to his ear and put it against it.

The Dragon Prison Lock is also solid, so I don't think there will be any big problems.

As the vibration waves spread, the sound and image in Jiang Li's mind spread rapidly along the iron chain.

At this time, Fengdu City had been transferred by Jiang Li to the edge of the underworld illusion. After following the iron chain and circling a giant tree for several times, his vision extended out of the boundary and straight towards the dark void below.

The endless dark void was quiet and silent, which allowed Jiang Li to explore downwards more attentively.

Ten thousand miles, twenty thousand miles, thirty thousand miles, forty thousand miles.

It was not until he had traveled forty-four thousand four hundred miles that he finally felt the other end of the Dragon Prison Chain.

The Dragon Prison Chain was still extending, and at the end of it, there was a copper bell tied.

That is a magic weapon of Maoshan that can hold souls.

The soul of Taoist Zhaixing is inside it, otherwise, ordinary people cannot survive for such a long time in the underworld with their soul out of their body.

Just at this moment, the Soul-Gathering Bell began to shake, emitting a clear ringing sound.

In Jiang Li's hearing field, the ripples of the ringing sound spread out. If there was nothing there as usual, the sound would not be hit and would not bounce back, and he would not be able to hear any echo.

But just when Jiang Li was about to feel disappointed as usual, a slight sound wave came back.

In his sound vision, the tip of the iceberg of a vast land is revealed.

That piece of land was only forty-four miles away from the end of the chain! "Finally! Found it!"

It has come to this, Jiang Li naturally would not be reluctant to give up that little bit of spiritual energy.

The pitch-black chain stretched faster and faster, and soon fell on another piece of underworld debris.

So cold!

The soul of Taoist Zhaixing discovered that a layer of frost had formed on his soul-collecting bell without him knowing when.

Zhaixing didn't dare to confirm, because this piece of underworld was shrouded in a terrifying black fog. When his spiritual power explored it, it would be corroded without leaving a trace if it touched it the slightest bit. He couldn't see the scene under the black fog at all.

"But this can be considered as completing the mission."

Fortunately, the black fog did not cover all places. He successfully found a protruding rock outside the fog.

The Yuanshen controlled the Soul Collector to fly, dragging the Dragon Prison Chain, and was about to fix one end on the rock.

Use the indestructible dragon lock to connect the two fragments of the underworld in the most primitive way.

However, after just pulling the chain around for a circle, Taoist Zhaixing suddenly discovered that his speed seemed to have slowed down a lot.

"I just turned around once. Why do I feel so tired?"

I don’t know why, just from turning in circles, a dignified cultivator actually felt tired.

"The second lap, the... third lap, should... be enough."

After swaying around for three rounds, the Taoist Zhaixing's spirit was exhausted. He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, weak and powerless.

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The soul-collecting spirit was hanging there, and it was shaky and was about to fall down at any time.

"No, don't... tie it yet. It will come loose this way."

The soul, which was about to fall asleep, felt a stream of spiritual energy flowing into the bell along the chain. It woke up a little with a start, and continued to tie the knots by controlling the bell, shaking it.

When he finally tied the chain into a knot and breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered that in the gap between the rock and the ground, there was a strange human figure with a body as black as charcoal and hollow facial features curled up.

This thing has been here all along, but he didn't even notice it.

Taoist Zhaixing recalled the introduction to Beiyin Mountain in his sect’s inheritance.

“It is not a famous mountain in the world of the living, but a dangerous place in the underworld.”

"There are ghosts and monsters hidden in the thorn bushes, and evil spirits are hidden in the rocky cliffs."

"The whistling wind is the smoke from the mouths of divine soldiers; the spreading black fog is the breath of sneaky ghosts."

This is not a place for living people to come. Just staying on the edge for a while would be life-threatening for him.

If he stayed any longer, once he lost consciousness, he would probably become as sneaky as the one under the stone.

Ah! But at this moment, with a sharp cry, a black mist gushed out from the seven holes of the sneaky hole and shot towards the soul-collecting bell.

Taoist Zhaixing was shocked and immediately planned to give up the Soul-Gathering Bell and escape with his soul.

However, the speed that should have been achieved in an instant was actually slowed down countless times at this moment.

Before he escaped from the bell, the black fog had already arrived.

The top-grade Xuan-level Maoshan magic weapon quickly became dim and dirty when hit by the mist, and it was obvious that it was unusable.

The Taoist Primordial Spirit of the Star-Picking Taoist was about to be corroded and corrupted by the black fog. At this time, a purple-red energy spread along the black chain and wrapped the bell in it.

When the black mist touched the purple-red energy, the two fluctuated slightly, but there was not much collision, as if they were at peace.

The power of Jiuyou Shura prevented the black fog from continuing to invade, but after all, they were so far away that Jiang Li's control was still slow.

Fortunately, this soul-collecting bell, in addition to its ability to exorcise evil spirits and collect ghosts, is also a life-saving magic weapon unique to Maoshan Taoist priests.

The reed in the bell has special powers. It can protect the user's soul in times of crisis and prevent it from being invaded by external forces for a hundred days.

After Danghuang gathered the sleeping soul, it immediately dimmed. The Maoshan talisman on it emitted a bright yellow light, temporarily resisting the invasion of the strange power everywhere around it.

At the other end of the Dragon Prison Chain, Jiang Li took off his listening dog ears, stood up and stretched himself.

During this period of time, I have to provide spiritual energy closely.

He was confined to this small area and could only meditate and practice, which seemed a bit boring. Now he can move around a bit.

That kind of black fog did not conflict with the Nine Ghosts' aura. Instead, it seemed to have a similar origin.

This means that it is very likely that is the place where the Nine Nether Wood, the spiritual root of heaven and earth, was born.

"Beiyin Mountain, a place where even gods and immortals could fall according to legend, how much power does it have left now?"

Jiang Li's foundation of cultivation comes from the Jedi that separates the yin and yang worlds. No matter what, this trip will bring him a lot of gains.

After untying the chain around his waist, he felt that it would be unsafe if he just tied one end of the chain to a tree.

Simply, he wrapped the Dragon Prison Chain around twice and tied this end firmly to the city lord's stone tablet of Fengdu City. This place is directly connected to the earth veins, and there is no place stronger than this stone tablet.

Then Jiang Li walked to the edge of the underworld illusion, grabbed the Dragon Prison Chain, and jumped directly into the endless abyss below.

He felt a sense of weightlessness, and after leaving the area of ​​the underworld illusion, he could not even fly normally.

He could only hold on to the Dragon Prison Chain and slide down along with the so-called "weight of life".

However, this speed does not continue to increase. After reaching a certain level, it begins to fall at a constant speed.

Based on the sliding speed of the chain buckle in his hand, he could judge that the falling speed was quite limited.

It's probably the level of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator flying at full speed.

For Jiang Li, this turtle-like pace is already a distant memory.

Obviously, it is far from comparable to his Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword.

The distance was 44,444 miles, and his speed was so awkward, it seemed that he would need to fall for a very long time. . . a very long time.

It seems I have to find something to do.

. . . .

Jiang Li's physical body was still falling and shuttling in the void between the fragments of the underworld, but his soul had already squeezed into another body.

"Hmm, what a weak body."

Across the ocean, in Heniuzhou, Grace House Royal Farm.

The sword cultivator's clone lying on the hospital bed suddenly made a weak sound.

Jiang Li showed an expression of disbelief and moved his fingers reluctantly.

As soon as he entered this body, he felt that just breathing required all his strength.

This is of course mostly an illusion.

Although the sword cultivator's clone had been stripped of his cultivation, he had once reached the level of Divine Transformation, and his physical and mental strength were not lost. With a little use of skills, it should not be a problem to kill a few Golden Cores.

However, Jiang Li came here from his own body, and the difference was more than a thousand times, so he naturally felt like a salted fish.

After adjusting for a while, he finally sat up.

The first thing that caught his eye was a face that was exactly the same as the sword cultivator's clone.

(End of this chapter)