Chapter 662: Honoring My Teacher

"Nigger?"

Qin Chen hurriedly stepped forward, helped the black slave up, felt the black slave's body, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

It just passed out.

When he first saw the black slave, he really thought he died here.

It's just that the black slave entered the palace with him before, so why did he come to this strange place by himself?

"Nigger, wake up!"

Qin Chen wanted to wake up the black slave, but found that although the black slave did not die, his body was extremely weak, and even his soul breath was a little weak, so he couldn't wake up at all.

"What the hell happened to the nigger?"

Qin Chen fed the black slave an elixir to nourish the soul, and then looked around.

Seeing this, he was startled suddenly, and the cold sweat almost dripped from his back.

I saw a thin old man sitting dozens of meters in front of him. The feeling of desolation in the ancient times was transmitted from the old man.

However, the old man had died at this time, and there was no vitality on his body, but just sitting there, he exuded a terrifying breath.

His head was hanging down, and he was holding a black magic knife in his hand. Although he had been dead for countless years, the aura that escaped almost tore apart Qin Chen's body.

"hiss!"

Qin Chen couldn't help taking a deep breath.

He is also considered a person with extensive knowledge, and he has seen countless strong people.

But this is the first time I have seen such a terrifying pressure on an old man after many years of death.

Even if the Nine Heavens Martial Emperor died, after countless years, he might not leave behind such a terrifying pressure.

He was sure that if he came over from an ordinary Wuzong, even this coercion alone would be enough to cause other Wuzong's seven orifices to bleed and their souls to shatter to death.

"Could it be that the black slave was fainted by the breath of this old man?"

It's not impossible.

Qin Chen is sure that this person must be an ancient power, at least at the level of a peak Martial Emperor.

Unable to sigh, Qin Chen carefully approached the old man. As he walked in, the oppression Qin Chen felt became stronger and stronger, and even the body that had practiced the Indestructible Holy Body was a little bit weaker. Can't stand it.

I don't know how long this old man has been dead. It can be seen that the robes on his body are made of expensive materials, but at this time, they are already dilapidated and almost turned to ashes.

But the skin of the old man exposed to the outside world was still shiny. If it weren't for the lack of vitality on this person, Qin Chen would even think that he was a living person.

What surprised Qin Chen even more was the black magic sword in the old man's hand. I don't know how many people this black magic sword killed in ancient times. After countless years, it still exudes a monstrous murderous aura and resentment.

What makes Qin Chen feel strange is that the old man seems to have a layer of restraint all over his body, and there is a normal blood color on his body, and a strong bloody aura emanates from him.

"What a strong bloody smell, and these bloody smells seem to be relatively fresh, strange!"

Qin Chen frowned. These bloody auras didn't look like they had gone through countless years, but only in the last few years, and the bloody aura was filled with palpitating resentment.

Who is this old man?

Qin Chen's mental power carefully swept towards the old man, inquiring about the old man's surroundings, trying to find some clues.

But when his mental power just fell on the other side, with a bang, a terrifying aura rushed out of the old man, Qin Chen was shocked, his soul shook violently, he couldn't even restrain his movements, Deng took dozens of steps back, and then stopped.

At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Standing more than ten meters away, Qin Chen stared at the old man in front of him in horror. This old man clearly had no vitality, how could such a terrifying and chilling aura suddenly burst out?

"Could it be that senior didn't die?"

Qin Chen asked in shock.

There is no answer, which definitely shows that the old man has been dead for many years.

Qin Chen breathed a long sigh of relief. What was this guy's cultivation base before his death? After being dead for so many years, he will be attacked by such a terrifying murderous intent just by checking his mental power.

At least Qin Chen was sure that even if Emperor Jiutian died for hundreds of thousands of years, he would not leave such a terrifying aura.

If it wasn't for his timely reaction and strong soul just now, I am afraid that under the momentum just now, his soul would have been scattered.

This old man is too powerful. Qin Chen's eyes fell on the black sword. The sword was pitch-black, with a strong chill and bloody aura. It was clearly a magic sword, and it was intact for so many years. An unprecedented terrifying treasure.

At first, Qin Chen was quite interested in the things on the old man's body, but now, he didn't dare to approach, let alone take away the black magic knife.

Even a dead corpse can burst into such a terrifying aura. If he dares to take such a magic knife, I am afraid that the killing intent he releases will be able to chop himself into countless pieces.

"what!"

At this moment, Qin Chen suddenly froze.

Before, he had been shocked by the amazing aura of the old man, so he did not observe it carefully. Only at this time did he realize that the old man was holding the magic knife in his right hand, but his left hand was hanging on the ground in front of the magic knife. There seemed to be several words on the ground.

"Strange, these words, why didn't I see them when I swept the mental power before?"

Qin Chen was suspicious. When he used his mental power to scan just now, he was sure that there was absolutely no word on the ground in front of the old man. Unexpectedly, a line of words appeared suddenly.

See what is it?

Qin Chen looked at it intently, and saw that there were only twelve words in total.

"Three kneels and nine kowtows, respectfully call my teacher, and be blessed by heaven!"

Twelve small characters were engraved on the ground in front of the old man, exuding a heart-pounding aura, as if the line of characters contained boundless domineering meaning.

"Three kneels and nine knocks?"

Qin Chen's eyes narrowed.

If it was another request, maybe he would agree, but let him kneel and kowtow three times, Qin Chen has never done this in his previous life.

"What if this guy is a top Martial Emperor? I, Qin Chen, have ever bowed down to anyone?!"

The pride in Qin Chen's heart emerged.

Especially the tone of the other party, very domineering, almost a command tone, made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

"This old man has been dead for many years. No matter who he is, he still has to find an exit first."

Qin Chen looked away from the old man, and this was the first time he began to look around.

The left side was empty. Like the previous palace, there was no exit. When Qin Chen was a little disappointed, he saw a stone platform about a hundred meters to the right of the old man.

The stone platform is full of lines, almost exactly the same as the one in the previous valley, the only difference is that there is a very strong bloody aura on this stone platform.

"There is actually a teleportation stone platform here?"

At this moment, Qin Chen almost had his heart jumping up.

The whole person was very excited.

Although he didn't know where the teleportation stone platform was teleported to, as long as there was a teleportation stone platform, he could leave here.