Supreme Dragon Seal

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

The streets of Xiling City are deserted and deserted. As soon as night falls in winter, people with leisurely minds are carnivaling in bars, and no one is wandering on the cold streets.

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

Suddenly, a faint shadow flickered on the streets of Xiling City, and then disappeared.

A slightly drunken adventurer came out of a small bar with a bottle of wine, rubbed his eyes, and murmured, "Damn it, what were those just now?"

But he didn't care about it soon, and walked towards a (female + branch) courtyard next to the bar, his mind was full of the girl's gaudy sex, so he didn't have the leisure to think about what he just saw.

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

Suddenly, Qi Bei's dantian rose, and internal energy surged to the middle dantian, stimulating six cyclones to spin crazily, and the seventh cyclone became clearer and clearer.

Senior fighter!

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

After reaching a high-level fighter, his physical fitness has improved in all aspects, but he is not very excited. His Shenlong Art has reached the critical point of the peak of the first level, and will soon enter the second level.

Although Shenlongjue's entry into the second level does not mean that he has achieved the second transformation of Shenlong, but recently the extreme yang energy in his body has become more and more concentrated. It has been a long time since there is no top-grade primordial yin and extreme yang energy, which makes the extreme yang energy in his body like an unstable bomb.

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

Qi Bei stood up and walked out of the room silently holding a black long sword.

At this time, in the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion, it was inexplicably colder. This kind of coldness and coldness are completely different concepts, but ordinary people generally don't pay too much attention to it.

Qi Bei hid behind a pillar, with a faint golden glow in his eyes, he saw transparent souls hovering over the stream in the back garden, and occasionally one of them found the spring and slid into it.

It's not a ghost, it's a soul.

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

"Did you see these souls?" Qi Bei asked softly.

"Occasionally, faint shadows can be seen, which should be souls that have just died. It stands to reason that they will dissipate soon." Thirteen said.

Qi Bei knew in his heart that these souls were attracted by the unknown place under the spring of the creek.

"Go and have a look." Qi Bei said as he flashed out, they were just unconscious souls, normal people don't need to be afraid of them.

The extremely yang aura in Qi Bei's body made these souls panic, but obviously there was something extremely attractive to them in this spring, they just retreated in all directions, but did not leave at all.

Some souls desperately wanted to rush into the spring, but as soon as they got close to Qi Bei, they were transformed into a cloud of Yin Qi by the extremely yang energy on his body.

"Thirteen, go and move the Gothic tent that can isolate the breath." Qi Bei said.

Shisan took the order to go, and after a while, the tent was brought in, and it was covered on the creek according to Qi Bei's instructions.

The souls outside couldn't feel the aura that attracted them, so they drifted away unconsciously, and soon after, they would disappear in this world.

"Thirteen, you wait outside, don't let anyone get close to this tent." Qi Bei said and got in, thought for a while, and took out a belt from the interspatial ring, which was also stripped from the body of Venerable Wutian. According to the black long sword, it was sealed with ghost escape, and it would be no problem to penetrate the ground and pass through the wall.

Qi Bei released the ghost escape technique above, and his whole body was immediately covered with a layer of black light. With a thought, he sank into the ground along the spring.

The spring is winding, and there are many underground waterways intersecting it. If it wasn't for the black long sword on Qi Bei's body, he would really be dizzy.

Qi Bei didn't know how deep he had escaped, and finally came to an underground river along the spring.

The direction of the induction was in the upper reaches of the underground river, and Qi Bei went upstream, looking for the source of the reaction between the dragon's brand and the black long sword.

At this moment, the black long sword suddenly lit up.

With a flick of Qi Bei's long sword, he picked up a piece of broken armor from the underground river.

As soon as he got it, Qi Bei could feel a faint dark breath from it, and the pattern on the armor was very strange.

Qi Bei then walked forward, picking up some pieces of armor, pieces of robes, and even pieces of weapons from the underground river from time to time under the induction of the black long sword.

These things all have the same characteristic, that is, there is a faint dark atmosphere, and the age looks very old.

Qi Bei's expression gradually turned serious. There were so many fragments with a dark aura, and they were so old that he could almost guess where they came from.

Only one hundred thousand years ago, when the gate of the nether world opened and the army of darkness invaded the world, would these things be left behind.

Then, this place is very likely to be an ancient battlefield.

The 100,000-year-old sea of ​​mulberry fields buried these things deep underground.

Qi Bei continued to swim upstream, and the dark aura became more and more intense, and the black long sword was greedily absorbing this aura.

At this moment, the water level of the underground river became lower and lower, and a wide underground space appeared in front of it.

In the mud, all kinds of skeletons are half exposed, densely packed, shocking.

Qi Bei walked among them, only to feel the shocking shouts of killing resounding in his ears, and the strong killing spirit rushed towards him.

Suddenly, the long black sword hummed, Qi Bei suddenly looked back, and saw ghosts flashing and rushing towards him.

They were just low-level ghosts, Qi Bei was not afraid, and a golden glow flashed from the black long sword in his hand, and he slashed at them.

These ghosts dissipated in an instant, and were sucked in by the black long sword.

This ancient battlefield is extremely dark, and it is not uncommon for ghosts to exist.

However, since there are low-level ghosts here, there must be higher-level ghosts.

This battlefield may not be the battlefield of the battle of the gods, but there must be 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.

If he went deeper, he might encounter ghost kings and corpse kings. Undead of that level were by no means something he could deal with.

However, compared to the danger, Qi Bei also covets the treasures that can be excavated here.

The corpses of some heaven-level powerhouses, or even holy-level god-level powerhouses, which one of the treasures on them is not priceless?

Thinking of this, Qi Bei's saliva almost flowed out.

This ancient battlefield is a huge treasure in his eyes.