Chapter 81: Grave and Audience

Bai Qi Ling reacted?

A trace of doubt flashed through Chen Ling's mind. He held Bai Qi Ling in his hand and continued to move forward.

The appearance of Bai Qi Ling was extremely strange. It was as if someone had passed it to him from the depths of the ancient Tibetan treasury through the Way of the God of War... Now that Chen Ling had walked into the depths of the ancient Tibetan treasury, Bai Qi Ling reacted again. Perhaps it was guiding him?

As Chen Ling gradually went deeper into the ancient Tibetan treasury, the giant sword that pierced through the sky and earth was also slowly approaching him. An inexplicable chill lingered around him, as if it could freeze his bones.

This chill was not cold in the physical sense, but an indescribable feeling, like walking into a mass grave in the middle of the night and feeling that someone was staring at him.

Chen Ling suddenly thought that in a sense, he was also walking in a tomb...

A war tomb that had existed since the birth of mankind.

Chen Ling's eyes swept around, and there were large gullies everywhere on the ground... No, they were no longer gullies, but "pits", with hundreds of figures in the pits, motionless like sculptures, like the Terracotta Warriors that Chen Ling had visited.

In the trial area, the largest gully that Chen Ling had seen could only accommodate fifty people, but here, a casual glance showed that there were at least a hundred people. As he went deeper, pits with thousands of people could be seen everywhere.

"It's getting colder and colder." Chen Ling frowned.

Just when the cold air around him was unbearable, the Bai Qi Order in his hand became hotter and hotter, like a miniature sun held in his hand, and the heat wave drove all the cold air away half a meter.

But Chen Ling did not feel burned when he held the token in his hand, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Where exactly did it want to guide him to?

Chen Ling's pace unconsciously accelerated. As he gradually approached the black giant sword, he seemed to be able to vaguely see something flashing around him... A feeling of being watched surged into his heart.

But whenever Chen Ling turned his head to look, he could not see their shadows, as if it was just his illusion.

There is something in the depths of the ancient treasure!

Chen Ling frowned more and more, and just when he couldn't help but want to go back the same way, a huge pit appeared in front of him.

It was a circular pit with a diameter of several kilometers. Under the dim sky, there was no end in sight. Chen Ling stood on the edge of the pit, like an ant.

Shock emerged in Chen Ling's eyes.

How many people can such a big pit accommodate? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? ?

This is the largest pit Chen Ling has seen since he entered the Bingdao Ancient Treasure. All the pits that refreshed soldiers in front of him are not as big as this pit... But the strange thing is that this huge pit is empty.

There is no regularly refreshed murderous projection inside. There is no murderous projection. In the center of the empty huge pit, there is only a desolate tomb standing alone.

The biting cold came from the pit. Even with the token in hand, Chen Ling couldn't help shivering... He couldn't see what was in the giant pit with his naked eyes, but he seemed to hear countless murderous ghosts wailing above the giant pit.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have read in history books that Qin general Bai Qi had killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers in the Battle of Changping. It was precisely because of this that Bai Qi's name "God of Killing" has been passed down through the ages.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the only desolate tomb in the center of the giant pit, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This giant pit did not produce a murderous projection like other pits... Instead, it was a desolate tomb. Does this mean that this desolate tomb is enough to match hundreds of thousands of murderous projections?

"Could it be..."

Chen Ling looked at the hot token in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and entered the giant pit and walked straight to the desolate tomb.

As Chen Ling approached, he slowly saw the whole picture of the desolate tomb. It was more like a half-man-high grave than a grave... There was nothing in front of the grave, which was similar to the mass grave where Chen Ling had been buried before.

How could the great killing god Bai Qi be buried in such a place?

Chen Ling was full of doubts. He stopped in front of the desolate tomb. The heat of the token in his hand slowly faded, as if guiding Chen Ling here was the purpose of its existence.

At the same time, a chill surged around him. On the ground in front of the desolate tomb, a line of bloody words seemed to seep out from the bottom of the soil and slowly emerged

——Three bows and nine kowtows, pass on your magical powers;

The moment he saw this line of words, Chen Ling couldn't help but frown.

Before he could react, a colder breath burst out from the nothingness behind him, and countless scarlet eyes suddenly opened, looking through the border of the theater, as if an invisible world-destroying beast roared!

A violent wind rolled up from Chen Ling's body and slammed into the barren tomb opposite.

Almost at the same time, a black murderous aura that was condensed to the point of being tangible surged out from the earthen tomb, as if the owner of the barren tomb had stood before endless years and also cast a murderous look at this place!

Boom——!!

Two extremely terrifying auras collided in the huge pit, like a circular wave bursting out in all directions, and the aftermath lifted up the surrounding sand and soil, revealing the eerie blood and piles of bones underneath.

On the land in front of the barren tomb, a large word composed of oozing blood was extremely hideous

——Disaster

Chen Ling stood on the edge of the collision of two auras, his red robe was blown flying, he covered his eyes with his hands, the black murderous aura rolled around him, and the terrifying oppression almost suffocated him.

The audience fought with Bai Qi?

This thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and he was suddenly happy.

If Bai Qi could compete with the audience, would it be possible for him to completely destroy the audience? If the audience died here, he would also be completely free!

Once this thought came up, it was hard to get rid of it. Unfortunately, things did not go as smoothly as Chen Ling thought. Through his fingers, Chen Ling could see that the desolate tomb was shaking, and it seemed that it would soon break.

The scarlet eyes behind Chen Ling gradually faded into nothingness, and the "world-destroying" oppression subsided. At the same time, the murderous aura that surged from the tomb also fell back to the bottom of the pit.

The huge pit fell into silence again.

The fight between the two sides came and went suddenly. If the surrounding ground had not been scraped off a layer of skin, revealing the scarlet blood underneath, Chen Ling would probably have thought that everything just now was just an illusion.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the desolate tomb again. There were indeed many more cracks on the surface of the earthen tomb... It seemed that Bai Qi did not have an advantage in the fight just now.

Just as Chen Ling was regretful, another line of blood oozed out from the ground

——Help me revive and fulfill your wish.