I'm not a drama god

Did Bai Qiling react?

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

The appearance of Bai Qi's order was extremely strange, as if someone had passed it to him from the depths of the ancient storage through the Way of the God of War... Now that Chen Ling had walked into the depths of the ancient storage, Bai Qi's order responded again. Perhaps it was guiding him in something?

As Chen Ling gradually went deeper into the ancient treasure house, the giant sword that pierced through the sky and earth was slowly approaching him. An inexplicable chill lingered around him, as if it could freeze him to the bone.

This chill is not coldness in the physical sense, but an indescribable feeling, like walking onto a mass grave in the middle of the night and feeling creepy as if someone is staring at you.

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

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

Chen Ling's eyes swept around, and he saw large gullies located everywhere on the earth... No, they could no longer be considered gullies, but "pits". The pits contained hundreds of figures, motionless like sculptures, just like the Terracotta Warriors that Chen Ling had visited.

In the trial area, the largest ravine Chen Ling had seen could only accommodate fifty people, but a casual glance here showed that the ravines could accommodate at least a hundred people. As he went deeper, pits for a thousand people could be seen everywhere.

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

Just when the surrounding coldness was becoming unbearable for him, the Bai Qi Ling in his hand became hotter and hotter, as if a miniature sun was held in his hand, and the heat wave drove away all the coldness half a meter away.

But Chen Ling did not feel any burns when holding the token. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Where exactly does it want to guide itself?

Chen Ling's pace unconsciously quickened. 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, he could not see their shadows, as if it was just an illusion.

There is something deep in the ancient treasure!

Chen Ling's brows furrowed further and further as he got closer. Just when he couldn't help but want to go back the same way, an extremely huge pit appeared before his eyes.

It was a circular pit with a diameter of several kilometers. Under the dim sky, the end was as far as the eye could see. Chen Ling stood on the edge of the pit, feeling as small as an ant.

Shock appeared in Chen Ling's eyes.

How many people can such a large pit hold? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? ?

This is the largest pit Chen Ling has seen since he entered the Bingdao Ancient Treasures. All the pits for refreshing soldiers before are not as big as this one... But the strange thing is that this huge pit is empty.

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

A biting chill emanated from the pit. Even with the token in his hand, Chen Ling couldn't help but shiver... He couldn't see what was in the giant pit with his naked eyes, but he seemed to be able to hear countless murderous souls wailing in the sky above the giant pit.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have read in a history book that the Qin general Bai Qi once buried and killed 40 Zhao soldiers after the Battle of Changping. It was for this reason that Bai Qi's name "God of Killing" was passed down through the ages.

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

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

"Could that be..."

Chen Ling glanced at the hot token in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then entered the huge pit and walked straight towards the desolate tomb.

As Chen Ling approached, he slowly saw the entirety of the desolate tomb. It was more like a grave mound half a person's height than a grave mound... There was nothing in front of the grave mound, which was similar to the mass grave where Chen Ling had been buried before.

How could the great God of Death Bai Qi be buried in such a place?

Chen Ling's heart was full of doubts. He stopped in front of the desolate tomb. The heat of the token in his hand slowly faded away, 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.

——Bow three times and kowtow nine times, and I will pass on my magical powers to you;

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

Before he could react, an even colder aura burst out from the void behind him, and countless scarlet eyes suddenly opened, their gazes piercing through the boundaries of the theater, like an invisible world-destroying beast roaring and howling!

A violent wind blew up from Chen Ling's body and crashed into the desolate grave opposite.

Almost at the same time, a black murderous aura that was so condensed that it was almost tangible surged out from the earthen grave, as if the owner of this desolate grave had stood before endless years and cast a murderous look in this place!

boom--! !

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

On the ground in front of the desolate tomb, a large word made of oozing blood was written, looking extremely hideous.

--disaster

Chen Ling stood on the edge of the collision of two auras, his bright red robe fluttering in the wind. He shielded his eyes with his hands, black murderous aura swirled around him, and the terrifying feeling of oppression almost suffocated him.

The audience started a fight with Bai Qi?

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

If Bai Qi can compete with the audience, then is it possible for him to completely destroy the audience? If the audience dies here, then he will completely return to freedom!

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

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

The huge pit fell into silence again.

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

Chen Ling's gaze 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 the upper hand in the previous fight.

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

——Help me to revive and fulfill your wish.