Chapter 83 Ancient Battlefield (Second Update Seeking Votes)

  The night fell early, and the wind also became much colder.

  The streets of Western Spirit City were cold and deserted. On a winter night, anyone with free time was partying in bars, no one wandered aimlessly on the icy streets.

  At this moment, a certain star in the sky suddenly shone brightly.

  Suddenly, the streets of Western Spirit City had a faint shadow flashing and then disappeared.

  A slightly intoxicated adventurer came out of a small bar with a bottle of wine, rubbed his eyes and muttered: "What the hell, what were those things just now?"

  However, he soon stopped caring and walked towards a brothel next to the bar, his mind filled with the white flesh of girls, what spare time did he have to think about what he had just seen.

  He sat cross-legged on the bed, his whole body boiling with internal energy, and in his middle dantian, the seventh vortex was slowly taking shape.

  Suddenly, Qi Beidan's lower abdomen surged, and his internal energy rushed to the middle abdomen, stimulating the six air masses to rotate wildly, and the seventh air mass became clearer and clearer.

  High-level warrior!

  Zi Bei opened his eyes, and the boiling internal energy slowly began to subside.

  After reaching the high-level warrior, his physical qualities have been improved in all aspects, but he is not very excited. His Shenlong Quan has reached the critical point of the first layer peak and will soon enter the second layer.

  Although Shen Long Jue entered the second layer, it doesn't mean he has reached the second transformation of Shen Long. However, recently the extreme yang energy in his body has become increasingly dense, and for a long time there hasn't been any top-grade yuan yin to balance out the extreme yang energy. This makes the extreme yang energy in his body like an unstable bomb, not knowing when it will explode and transform into terrifying extreme yang flames.

  At this moment, Qi Bei suddenly felt a palpitation, and the black long sword beside him trembled slightly.

  Zi Bei sprang up and quietly left the room with a black long sword in hand.

  At this time, the backyard of the city master's mansion had become inexplicably colder, a chill that was entirely different from mere coldness, although ordinary people generally wouldn't pay much attention to it.

  Qī Bě hid behind a pillar, his eyes gleaming with a faint golden light. He saw that in the small stream of the backyard, transparent souls were swirling around, occasionally one would find the spring eye and suddenly dive in.

  This is not a ghost, but a soul.

  "Master." Thirteen appeared behind Qi Bei and called out.

  "Have you seen these souls?" asked Ziqi in a low voice.

  "Occasionally, you can see a faint shadow, which should be the soul that has just died. In theory, they will dissipate quickly." Thirteen said.

  In his heart, Ziqi knew that these souls were attracted by some unknown place under the spring at the bottom of the small stream.

  "Go and take a look." Zhi Bei said as he flashed out, they were just some unconscious spirits, ordinary people didn't need to be afraid of them.

  The extremely yang energy on Zhi Bei's body caused these souls to become terrified, but apparently there was something in the spring that was extremely attractive to them, they just retreated in all directions, but did not leave.

  Some souls recklessly wanted to rush into the spring, but as soon as they approached Qi Bei, they were transformed by the extreme yang energy on his body and dissipated into a wisp of yin energy.

  "Thirteen, go get that Gotland tent that can isolate air from over there," Qi Bei said.

  Thirteen received the order and left. Before long, he brought over that tent and set it up on the small stream according to Qi Bei's instructions.

  The souls outside can't feel the breath that attracts them, and they drift away unconsciously. Before long, they will dissipate in this world.

  "Thirteen, wait outside and don't let anyone approach this tent." Qi Bei said as he crawled inside. After a moment's thought, he took out a waistband from the spatial ring, which was also something stripped from Wu Tianzun's body. According to the black longsword's hint, this thing had sealed the Ghostly Escape Technique, and drilling into the ground or walls would be no problem at all.

  Qī Bě released the Ghostly Escape Technique above, instantly enveloping his entire body in a layer of black mist. With a thought, he sank into the ground along with the spring water.

  The spring eye wound its way through the ground, intersecting with many underground waterways. If it weren't for the black long sword on Qi Bei's body sensing it, he would have gotten dizzy and disoriented.

  Zi Bei didn't know how deep he had escaped, and finally followed this spring eye to an underground river.

  The direction of the sensation was upstream of the underground river, against the current, searching for the source that would react with the Dragon Seal and the black long sword.

  At this moment, the black long sword suddenly shone brightly.

  Qī Běi's long sword rose up, and from the underground river, it lifted a broken piece of armor.

  As soon as he took it in hand, Qi Bei felt a faint dark aura emanating from it, and the patterns on the armor were very strange.

  Qī Běi continued to walk forward, from time to time picking up some armor fragments, clothing fragments, and even weapon fragments from the underground river under the sensation of the black long sword.

  All of these things have a common feature, that is, they are shrouded in a faint dark atmosphere, and the years seem to be very long.

  Zi Bei's expression gradually became solemn, with so many fragments possessing a dark aura and being from such ancient times, he could almost guess where these things came from.

  It would only be left behind when the gates of the underworld opened and the dark army invaded the world, ten million years ago.

  So this place is very likely an ancient battlefield.

  A hundred thousand years of vast oceans and changing landscapes buried these things deep beneath the earth.

  Zi Bei continued to swim against the current, and the dark aura was getting thicker and thicker. The black long sword was greedily absorbing this aura.

  At this moment, the water level of the underground river was getting lower and lower, revealing a vast underground space in front of them.

  In the muddy pollution, one by one, all kinds of skeletons are half exposed outside, densely packed, shocking to see.

  Zi Bei walked among them, only feeling the earth-shaking shouts and killings that echoed in his ears, and the thick killing intent came face to face.

  Suddenly, a black long sword hummed, Qi Bei suddenly looked back, and saw that several ghosts flashed and rushed towards him.

  They were just some low-level ghosts, and Qi Bei was not afraid at all. The black long sword in his hand flashed out a golden light and slashed forward.

  These ghosts vanished instantly and were sucked into the black long sword.

  This ancient battlefield has a very heavy and gloomy atmosphere, it's no wonder there are ghosts.

  Since there are low-level ghosts here, there must be higher-level ghosts as well.

  This battlefield may not be the battlefield of the war of the gods, but there are definitely countless strong people. The souls of these strong people are more likely to become high-level ghosts, and their corpses are also more likely to become high-level zombies.

  Going deeper, he might even encounter the Ghost King and the Corpse King, a level of undead that was far beyond his ability to handle.

  However, compared with danger, Qi Bei is also eager for the treasure that can be dug up here.

  Some of the corpses of top-grade powerhouses, even those of Sacred or Divine level powerhouses, didn't each and every one of their treasures have a value that could buy a city?

  At this thought, the saliva in his mouth almost flowed out.

  This ancient battlefield is just a great treasure trove in his eyes.

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