The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 582 Long Sleeping Lamp!
Chapter 582 Long Sleeping Lamp!
The river that appeared in front of the three of them, from the horizon to the eyes, had no source and could not see the end, across the sky, in the muddy yellow river water, there were skeletons floating up and down, filled with lifeless energy, as if it was about to overwhelm the whole world. It turned into a boundless hell.

At the very beginning, Ling Hantian instinctively thought it was the Styx projection, but in an instant, he realized something was wrong.

This river is too real, even if Ling Hantian opened the Eye of Delusion, this river is not the slightest difference.

"Is this the real Styx?"

At this moment, Ling Hantian's heart set off a huge wave, and Styx, the existence in the myth, unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes.

Why does the mythical existence of Styx appear in the world? Is it because the blood world of Styx really broke out?

Is all this related to the blood sword?

Ling Hantian stood at the end of the ruins in a daze, looking at the rolling Styx in front of him, his heart couldn't be more horrified.

Yue Xiaowu and Shi Nian had more exaggerated expressions than Ling Hantian, showing a look of horror. Obviously, all this was beyond their expectations.

At this moment, in the Styx River, faint roars suddenly sounded, with a ghostly aura. It sounded like cold air rose inexplicably in the body, and the scalp went numb.

Ling Hantian operated the Nine Nether Soul Forging Record to the extreme, looked intently, and saw, in the Styx River, among the endless bones, phantoms of souls unexpectedly emerged.

These phantoms of souls are constantly ups and downs in the water, making shrill screams. It sounds like it really makes people feel cold and shuddering.

Such phantoms of the soul, on this long river, can hardly be seen at a glance, layer upon layer, and the number is unknown.

Millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions!

No one can count the souls in the river clearly. These souls are ups and downs in the water, but they seem to be suffering some kind of terrible punishment. They keep screaming and screaming, which is very real.

"In myths and legends, after the soul enters hell, it falls into the River Styx and is bound in the river. It cannot be exalted forever, and suffers endless pain. It is tortured all the time without a moment's rest."

"Legends say that this river of Styx swallows up a life, and every soul is added, the length of the river will increase by ten feet. The more souls in the river, the longer the river of Styx."

Yue Xiaowu's sleepy voice made Ling Hantian's scalp tingle.

Every time this River of Styx devours a life, every time it adds a soul, the river will grow by ten feet. So how many lives and souls does this River of Styx, which has no end in sight, swallow?

This is simply beyond Ling Hantian's imagination.

At this moment, a terrible thought rose in Ling Hantian's heart. Many legendary things have been seen or even experienced by himself. What exactly does this mean?
Just when Ling Hantian was terrified, the phantoms of the souls in the Styx River actually showed fear and fear, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Seeing this situation, Ling Hantian's face changed in shock, and almost at the next moment, Ling Hantian saw something floating from the Styx River.

In an instant, like a magic trick, a strange black lotus flower floated in the center of the Styx River. This black lotus flower bloomed quite strangely, like a black flame.

The black lotus is an extremely rare species in the whole world, and it has always looked evil.

The weirdest thing is that there is actually a lamp in the center of the petals of the black lotus.

The shape of this lamp is similar to that of a palace lantern, its whole body is incomparably black, with traces of black light shining through, giving people a cold and gloomy atmosphere.

However, the strange thing is that there is no wick in this lamp, nor does it emit any light.

The next moment, Ling Hantian saw that the strange lamp actually moved, and began to rotate, turning slightly for a circle.

I saw the phantom of the soul of the strange lamp nearby, showing a look of fear as if the end was coming, and the body floated up from the Styx.

At this moment, they have escaped from the confinement of Styx, but there is no joy on their faces, only endless fear and ferocity.

Immediately afterwards, these phantoms of souls, as if being drawn by some kind, rushed towards the strange lamp quickly, rushed into the lamp, and appeared at the position of the lamp core.

"puff!"

The strange lamp was lit up all of a sudden!

A black flame the size of a sesame seed jumped up in the center of the strange lamp.

However, the phantom of the soul that was drawn is forever annihilated.

Seeing this situation, Ling Hantian understood that this strange lamp was actually devouring the phantom of the soul in the Styx River.

The next moment, around the strange lamp, dozens of phantoms of souls gathered towards the strange lamp under the traction of some force.

Dozens of soul phantoms were swallowed by the strange lamp like moths to a flame.

In the center of the strange lamp, the black flame became the size of a soybean and began to emit a strange black light. Under the black light, countless phantoms of souls turned into dots of light and merged into the strange lamp.

The wick in the strange lamp is still relatively small, and can only illuminate a small area.

But within this range, all soul phantoms illuminated by the black light turned into tiny dots of light strangely and flew into the lamp.

Ling Hantian observed carefully, every time more light spots poured in, the black flame of the wick of the strange lamp increased by one point.

With the passage of time, the wick of the lamp also became larger unconsciously, the wick of the lamp became larger, and the range of light illuminated by the lamp also continued to expand.

For a moment, Ling Hantian saw that, with the strange lamp as the center, the light was expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the light came, the phantom of the soul in the river Styx had a dead silence on his face, showing the expression of the approaching doomsday.

These soul phantoms, under the cover of the light, couldn't even struggle, and turned into specks of light like dust, attracted by the strange lamp.

Within a few breaths, with the ghost lamp as the center, hundreds of thousands of phantoms of souls were mysteriously taken away without even a trace of resistance.

The weirdness of the strange lamp has reached a heinous situation.

As the area covered by the light becomes larger and larger, the ghost images of souls captured by it become more and more. Naturally, the speed at which the strange lamp devours is also rapidly increasing.

In almost a moment, the light of the strange lamp covered a large area of ​​the world, like a black sun, I don't know how much area it covered, but I saw countless light spots pouring in from all directions. In the strange lamp.

All this sounds very long, but it is actually a matter of a few seconds.

At this time, Yue Xiaowu also recovered from the horror, and said with trembling lips, "This should be the legendary eternal sleep lamp, the final place where the soul belongs."

(End of this chapter)