Qin Chen hurriedly stepped forward, helped the black slave up, felt the black slave's body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that he just fainted.
When he first saw the black slave, he really thought he had died here.
It's just that the black slave entered the palace with him before, so why did he end up in this weird place?
"Nigger, wake up!"
Qin Chen wanted to wake up the black slave, but found that although the black slave was not dead, his body was extremely weak, and even his soul breath was a little weak, so he couldn't wake him up at all.
"What happened to the black slaves?"
Qin Chen fed the black slave a pill that nourished the soul, and then looked around.
When he saw this, he was startled, and he was so frightened that cold sweat almost ran down his back.
He saw a skinny old man sitting dozens of meters in front of him. The feeling of ancient desolation came from that old man.
However, the old man was already dead at this time, and there was no trace of life in his body. However, just sitting there, he exuded a terrifying aura that made people palpitate.
His head hung down, and he held a black magic knife in his hand. Although he had been dead for countless years, the breath that came out was almost tearing Qin Chen's body apart.
"hiss!"
Qin Chen couldn't help but take a breath of air.
He is also considered a man of extensive knowledge and has met countless powerful people.
But this was the first time I saw that an old man could still feel such terrifying pressure after he had been dead for many years.
Even if the Nine Heavens Martial Emperor dies, after countless years, he may not be able to leave such a terrifying pressure.
He was sure that if it were an ordinary martial arts master, this coercion alone would be enough to cause other martial arts masters to bleed from their seven orifices and have their souls shattered to death.
"Could it be that the black slave was knocked unconscious by the breath of this old man?"
This is not impossible.
Qin Chen was sure that this person must be an ancient power, at least at the level of a peak Martial Emperor.
Unable to help but sigh, Qin Chen carefully approached the old man. As he walked in, the oppression Qin Chen felt became stronger and stronger. Even the body that had practiced the Immortal Holy Body felt a little...
Can't stand it.
The old man had been dead for who knows how long. It can be seen that the robes on his body were made of expensive materials, but at this time they were dilapidated and almost turned into ashes.
But the skin of the old man that was exposed to the outside world was still shiny. If it weren't for the fact that there was no life in the man's body, Qin Chen would have thought he was a living person.
What surprised Qin Chen even more was the black magic knife in the old man's hand. I don't know how many people this black magic knife had killed in ancient times. Countless years later, it still exuded a monstrous murderous aura and resentment.
What made Qin Chen feel weird was that the old man seemed to have a layer of restraint around him, and there was a blood color that was not normal on his body, and a strong bloody smell emanated from him.
"The smell of blood is so strong, and the smell of blood seems to be relatively fresh, which is strange!"
Qin Chen frowned. The bloody smell didn't look like it had gone through for countless years, but seemed to have only been produced in the past few years. Moreover, the bloody smell also contained a heart-stopping resentment.
Who is this old man?
Qin Chen's mental power carefully swept towards the old man, exploring the old man's surroundings, hoping to find some clues.
But when his mental power just fell on the other party, there was a bang, and a terrifying aura rushed out from the old man. Qin Chen was shocked and his soul was shaken. He couldn't even restrain his movements and kicked
He kicked back dozens of steps and then stopped.
At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly from 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 life in him. How could he suddenly burst out with such a terrifying and murderous aura?
"Is it possible that senior is not dead?"
Qin Chen asked in shock.
There was no answer, which clearly indicated that the old man had been dead for many years.
Qin Chen breathed a long sigh of relief. What kind of cultivation did this guy have before he was alive? After so many years of death, he would suffer such a terrifying murderous backlash just by using his mental strength to investigate.
At least Qin Chen is sure that even if the Nine Heavens Martial Emperor died for hundreds or thousands of years, he would not have such a terrifying aura left behind.
If I hadn't reacted in time and had strong soul power just now, I might have been driven away by the momentum just now.
This old man was too powerful. Qin Chen's eyes fell on the black sword. The sword was completely black, with a strong murderous and bloody aura. It was clearly a magic sword, and it had remained intact for so many years. I'm afraid it was also
An unprecedented terrifying weapon.
At first, Qin Chen was quite interested in the things on the old man's body, but now, he didn't dare to get close at all, let alone take away the black magic knife.
Even a dead body can erupt with such a terrifying aura. If he dares to grab such a magic knife, he may be able to chop himself into countless pieces just by releasing the killing intent.
"Huh!"
At this moment, Qin Chen was suddenly stunned.
He had been intimidated by the old man's astonishing momentum before, so he did not observe carefully. Only then did he realize that the old man's right hand was holding the magic knife, but his left hand was hanging on the ground in front of the magic knife. There seemed to be a few words on the ground.
"Strange, why didn't I see these words when I scanned them with my mental power before?"
Qin Chen was suspicious. When he scanned with his mental power just now, he was sure that there was absolutely no writing on the ground in front of the old man. Unexpectedly, suddenly, a line of writing appeared.
See what it is?
Qin Chen looked at it carefully and saw that there were only twelve characters in total.
"Kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, respectfully call me master, and you will be blessed by heaven!"
Twelve small characters were engraved on the ground in front of the old man, exuding a heart-stopping aura, as if every line of characters contained boundless domineering meaning.
"Kneeling three times and knocking nine times?"
Qin Chen's eyes narrowed.
If there were other requests, maybe he would agree, but if he was asked to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, Qin Chen had never done this in his previous life.
"So what if this guy is the top Martial Emperor? I, Qin Chen, have never knelt down to worship anyone?!"
The pride in Qin Chen's heart emerged.
Especially the other party's tone was very domineering, almost commanding, which made him feel inexplicably unhappy.
"This old man has been dead for who knows how many years. No matter who he is, he still has to find an exit first."
Qin Chen looked away from the old man and began to look around for the first time.
The left side was empty. Just like the previous palace, there was no exit. Just 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 was covered with lines and was almost exactly the same as the one in the valley before. The only difference was that this stone platform had an extremely rich smell of blood.
"There is actually a teleportation stone platform here?"
At this moment, Qin Chen's heart almost jumped.
The whole person was very excited.
Although he doesn't know where the teleportation stone platform is teleported to, as long as there is a teleportation stone platform, he can leave here.