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Chapter 244 Rescue the Drowning

The bottom of the river Styx is dark and dull, as if immersed in a black ink.

As soon as Yan Nu entered, his soul was eroded, and then he sank to the bottom rapidly.

But before he landed, he was already immune to erosion, and he recovered from his injuries in an instant.

"Taste the taste..."

"It's a bit like weak water."

Yan Nu took a big sip of water and found that this thing was a bit similar to the 'Northern Dark Water' that he was used to.

It's just that the latter is a product of the East, and it only has the effect of alchemy or melting the soul, and the water of the Styx, on this basis, incorporates the power of the Roman gods.

Some indescribable, absolutely sunken divinity prevented him from swimming.

Any force he interacts with the Styx water, and the force of feedback will make him sink continuously, the more he struggles, the faster he sinks!
You sink when you go up, and you sink when you go forward!
He waved his arm, the water flow is normal movement, but the direction of all reaction force is attributed to the direction of gravity.

"Interesting divinity, unable to struggle at all, can only sink continuously..."

"Buzz!"

Yannu got to the bottom very quickly, and by estimation, it was only a hundred feet deep.

It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, but he could sense that there were many things nearby.

As a result, the lightning flashed on Yan Nu's body, and he instantly became a luminous soul full of lightning patterns.

This is the supernatural power thunder and lightning harvested in the battle of Wuming Valley. It has long been integrated into the soul, and the lightning meridian like a tree diagram spreads all over the body.

Now in bloom, the blue-white radiance immediately illuminates the surroundings brightly.

It doesn't matter if the power is exhausted, just drink a sip of water and it will be fully charged...

"A lot of bubbles, there are dead souls..."

Under the electric light, Yan Nu could see that the river bed under his feet was as dirty as the shore.

Not far away, there is a dead soul with a painful and distorted face, lying on the river bed, his body is flat, and he is still struggling desperately.

Surrounding them are one by one... large and small air bubbles, which are also firmly pressed to the bottom of the river by gravity.

There is air in the underworld, and it is a special kind of filthy smell, which can be swallowed by the dead souls made of filth.

Apparently, the special thing like dirt is what makes the soul have the same senses as the body.

Although it will obtain infinite regeneration and be called undead in the underworld, it also has vulnerabilities similar to living people, such as suffocation, pain, hunger and thirst.

"I can't move...he is two feet away from me, but I can't reach him."

"Don't talk about him, I'm trapped here myself."

Yan Nu paddled desperately, but the gravity was getting stronger and stronger. Looking at the dead soul of the drowning man, his facial features were ferocious, his hands were like chicken feet, showing a gesture of extreme pain.

Drowning victims are full of torment before they die. Their faces are distorted and they struggle crazily due to suffocation.

If you will die, your body will gradually lose strength, your mind will lose consciousness, and you will return to calm.

But in the underworld, they will not die, and the pain of drowning will be prolonged infinitely.

The dead soul in front of him didn't fall from the boat before, but was just at the bottom of the river on the bank. It should have been squeezed off the bank or pushed down maliciously a long, long time ago.

God knows, how many years he has been drowning here... Infinite pain caused him to struggle, and the strength of the struggle would be returned as sinking, so he was lying down, maybe he was still enduring... the huge amount of water accumulated over the years pressure.

The dirt on the river bed is also extremely hard, with a smooth surface, which can be called a tabletop.

Obviously, these soils are also affected by the divinity of 'absolute sinking', and there cannot be any protrusions.

Anything that sinks cannot be squeezed into the soil, because if the thing wants to squeeze in, the surrounding soil will exert an upward force on the Styx water, but the feedback is downward, so no matter how large the squeezing force is, , It just keeps the soil compacted.

Closer and tighter, like bedrock.

Yannu pawed the riverbed twice with his feet, not to mention the mud, he couldn't even rub up a speck of dust.

"Thanatos, how do I act in the Styx?" Yan Nu asked the god of death in the artistic conception space.

Yes, he didn't enter the underworld alone. In the artistic conception space, there are gods such as Mars, plus the Eastern casual cultivator who led the slave riot, Chi Qing.

"Styx? That is the river of divinity, you must not fall into it..."

"I'm at the bottom of the river."

"...Otherwise... what? Are you at the bottom of the river?"

Thanatos, Mars and other gods who understand the Styx exclaimed in the artistic conception space.

As long as Yan Nu didn't let them go out, they wouldn't be able to perceive the outside world. They didn't expect that when they suddenly asked, they had already sunk to the bottom of the river.

"You... why didn't you ask me? Did Charon push you down? He also has divinity on the ship, even a god-king can be pushed down by him!" Thanatos said.

Yan Nuhan said with a smile: "No, I jumped off myself."

"..." Several gods were speechless.

After a while, Thanatos said, "Your heart is too big. You only came to ask me at the bottom of the river."

"I asked you before I jumped, will there be a way?"

"My solution is to tell you not to jump..."

"That's not the same, I have to come down to save people." Yan Nu laughed.

Thanatos and the others said helplessly: "That's really helpless, you should be able to feel how desperate it is to sink in the Styx, um...we all feel your suffocation."

"Oh? Can you feel my suffocation?" Yan Nu asked curiously.

Chi Qing worried in the space: "Senior, your communication with us is a shared communication, and your most important feeling at the moment will also be received by us."

Yan Nu said heartlessly: "So that's the case, what about this one?"

He turned off resistance and tore his own soul.

"Ahhhhhhhh! What the hell..." Dionysus writhed in pain, cursing on the spot.

The god of death couldn't bear it, Thanatos screamed: "It hurts! It hurts too much!"

Chi Qing also said in extreme pain: "Senior, you are crazy! Why do you want to tear your soul apart?"

Yan Nu said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'll give it a try, but I didn't expect you to be able to bear the pain."

"This pain? The pain of the soul can be hundreds of millions of times greater than that of the body!" Mars trembled.

Yan Nu laughed and said, "That's it, it's okay, I'm used to it."

"Ah? Xi... Habit?"

Everyone couldn't understand: "Can I get used to this? Don't you feel pain?"

"It hurts, but so what? What should I do?" Yan Nu laughed, enduring endless suffocation, still heartless.

No matter how he adapts, he will never lack the senses he should have. All along, he has been enduring intense pain in all kinds of fierce battles.

It's just that he treats it like nothing, anyway, it won't affect his actions or his thinking.

Ordinary people are in pain and can't help struggling and twisting, which will cause a lot of negative effects such as trembling and fear.And Yannu's pain is pain, struggle is struggle, they are two different things.

It is not mandatory to be linked to any joint reaction, so he has unlimited endurance.

If he wanted to, he would scream in pain if he was cut with a knife.If you don't want to, even if you tear your soul apart, your eyeballs won't even shake.

I saw that Yan Nu quickly recovered his soul, and then said: "The dirty rules here can shape the soul body infinitely, do you want to come out? Help me see what to do now?"

Dionysus shouted: "I don't want it!"

Just kidding, it's the Styx outside, and the souls who sink there would rather die.What are you doing out there?Tormented?

"Tch, coward." Mars was the bravest, and said in a deep voice, "Let me go out and have a look!"

"I... I'll go out and have a look too." Chi Qing said in a low voice.

"You also understand Styx?" Yan Nu asked.

Chi Qing said with emotion: "I just want to go home... I was born in Shenzhou, a Heluo person, and I must die by the Yellow River."

Yan Nu scratched his head and told him that he also wanted to go back to Shenzhou.

The people of Limin are still in troubled times, and he cannot stop, let alone be trapped in this underworld.

"Don't worry, I will never be trapped here. Even if there is no other way, I will go out after drinking all the water from the Styx River!"

Swish, he released Mars and Chi Qing, and soon they became the bodies of the undead.

The two looked around, and with the help of the electric light, they also saw the poor dead soul.

Chi Qing's consciousness was released, but they were all suppressed at the bottom of the river bed.

The water of the Styx is meant to corrode the spirit body. As long as anything can interact with it, it will be affected by absolute sinking.

"Senior, what's your mood?" Chi Qing asked.

"Artistic conception?" Yan Nu immediately released the artistic conception, stretching it to the extreme, covering all directions.

For a while, he sensed many dead souls.

It spread from here to the other side, crossed the Styx River, and sensed at least [-] souls of the dead.

"bright……"

"Who is that? It's as warm as the sun..."

"Help... help..."

"Kill me! Kill me quickly."

These dead souls include the newly dropped Roman nobles and buried slaves.

There are also people who drowned a long time ago, and the latter simply begged to die.

They finally looked in the direction of Yannu, there was a light shining through there, it was a figure full of lightning patterns, the blue and white light outlined the whole body like meridians.

"Senior, if you kill them, can they be included in the artistic conception space?" Chi Qing asked.

Mars said from the side: "The souls of the filthy soil are undead in the underworld. Even if the soul is forcibly defeated, it will be repaired by the filthy soil in an instant."

Yan Nu thought: "Not necessarily, let's see who is faster."

His artistic conception covered many dead souls, and then he transformed into a gun shadow, which was so powerful that he blasted the nearest dead soul directly!
The dirty soil rule is activated, and the souls of the dead recover in an instant.

"Look, it's useless, the undead are immortal here." Mars said.

Unexpectedly, Yan Nu laughed and said, "I got it!"

"What?" Mars looked again, only to see that the nearest dead soul stopped struggling after being repaired, and remained motionless.

It turned out that he had lost consciousness!It is a pure nirvana!There is no spirituality!
"You took your consciousness away?"

"Yes." Yan Nu smiled.

Before outside, this trick was used to rescue Chi Qing and the others into the artistic conception space.

Now in the underworld, it turns out that it is also possible.When a person's soul is shattered, and only a ray of true spirit is about to disappear, the dirt rule and the soul-snatching feature are activated at the same time.

In fact, it is not to see who is faster, because they are all at the same time, so it is to see who has higher priority.

There is no doubt that the nature of seizing spirits is higher than the way of heaven, while the divinity of Styx belongs to the category of supernatural powers, and its absoluteness is lower than the way of heaven.

The rules of dirt are still running, and Mu Ran has restored his soul, but his consciousness is gone, just an empty shell.

Yan Nu figured this out, and grinned: "Haha, I can't kill people in the underworld, but I can 'change household registration' for everyone."

"Those who are beaten out of their wits by me do not belong to the underworld, and will be under my control from now on!"

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)