Chapter 663: Ancient Battlefield
Thinking of this, Qin Chen imdiately carried the black slave to the stone platform.
While refining the formation flag, he once again placed an activation formation on this stone platform.
"It's a pity that everything is good, it's against the heavens..."
Just when Qin Chen finished setting up the formation flag and was about to leave here, Qin Chen suddenly heard a sigh of vicissitudes in his mind.
"Senior is not dead?"
Qin Chen turned around again in horror, said this sentence for the second ti, staring at the old man in amazent.
These words suddenly appeared in his mind. In this space, besides this old man, who else would there be?
"Death and immortality, what can you do? There is only one remnant soul left in the old age, which will disappear sooner or later, but it is a pity that the old body is against the sky, no one inherits, sorrow, sorrow..."
The old and simple voice rang in Qin Chen's mind again. This ti, Qin Chen understood that it was the old man who was actually speaking.
This person has been dead for thousands of years, but there is still a ray of remnant soul that has not disappeared. What kind of cultivation is this?
Even the general Nine Heavens Wudi doesn't have such strength.
Could it be that this person actually entered the holy state in the legend?
Qin Chen looked at the old man in front of him in amazent, and hurriedly bowed and said: "The junior was reckless and rushed into the retreat of the senior. The junior retired, and the junior promised that he would never say anything here."
The other party's voice could be heard directly in his mind, and Qin Chen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"A place of retreat? Haha, in the ancient battle, the old soul was shattered, and there was only a leather bag. If there were not the treasure of the soul, I am afraid that the old soul would have disappeared and turned into dust. ..."
The old man’s voice was filled with endless depression and loneliness.
Like an old man who ended, rembering his past.
"The good fortune of the old man is a great opportunity, reversing the universe, and is infinitely powerful. It can be said to be against the heavens. It is a pity that you don't want to inherit it. Is the old man really going to be completely dissipated in history?"
The old man's voice beca weaker and weaker.
"This guy is asking himself to worship him as a teacher?"
Qin Chen has a strange face.
I just feel that there is a thick and weird aning inside.
For example, how did black slaves appear here? Why are you fainting here?
Who is this old man? Why did it appear in the palace under the black death swamp? What is the connection between this place and Gunan?
Imdiately he said, "Senior, who are you? Why do you appear here, and where is this place?"
Qin Chen looked at the old man while asking.
"Who am I? Haha... It's been too long, too long, and the old man doesn't know who he is anymore. As for where is this place? This is the battlefield of my Tianwu Continent human race and foreign race..."
Qin Chen was shocked, the battlefield between human race and foreign race?
Qin Chen also knew from the ancient southern capital that in the ancient tis, foreign races from outside the territory invaded the Tianwu Continent, and as a result, they encountered strong resistance from the human race. As a result, the strong human races worked together to drive the foreign race out of the Tianwu Continent.
But the history of the mainland was cut off because of this. It was an extrely dark and turbulent era.
Could it be that this old man, like Gunan, was the strong human race against foreign races, and finally fell here helplessly?
For a mont, Qin Chen was in awe.
Although he didn't know what the real identity of the old man was, but according to the information that Gunan had obtained, and what the old man said, he could imagine the fierce battle that year.
He has always admired such a character.
The old voice said with emotion again: "Looking at your presence here, my human race should have won the war. I just don't know how long it has been since that battle? My best friends, I wonder if there are still Survive."
Qin Chen respectfully said: "Predecessors, as predecessors expected, in the battle of the ancients, my human race won in the end, but no one knows how long it has passed."
Speaking of this, Qin Chen smiled bitterly: "After the war between the ancient human race and the alien race, the mainland fell into a dark and turbulent era. It took a long ti for the mainland to fall into chaos and the history was blank. Then the mainland ushered in a new era. I don’t know how many years it has been."
"Has it been so long?" The old man's voice was vicissitudes of life, with bitterness: "Yes, even this old wisp of remnant soul is almost unable to hold on. I want to co, at least for the past tens of thousands of years."
"Then how can seniors appear here?"
Qin Chen was puzzled again.
This place is very secretive. If the Black Death Swamp was a battlefield in ancient tis, it is indeed very similar, but how could this old man appear in such a mysterious palace secret underground?
The whole explanation of the old man was quite normal, but for so reason, Qin Chen always felt sothing wrong in his heart.
"Hehe, are you wondering why the old man is here?"
The old man seed to know what Qin Chen was thinking in his heart, and sighed softly: "That battle was extrely tragic. The old man suffered heavy injuries from a foreign race back then, and his soul was broken, so he had to escape from the battlefield and enter the ground to open up this space. I wanted to use the magical power of good fortune to heal my wounds and continue to confront the enemy. How did you ever think that the alien attack was too terrifying, and that the old wounds were not healable, but the soul was more and more broken."
"The old man at that ti knew that he could not survive, so he kept his remaining soul in the most precious destiny soul orb, trying to escape the catastrophe, and waiting for the old friend to co to rescue. Unexpectedly, the old man waited for a long ti. No one has ever co here. The old man thought that the human race was defeated. Now I heard the little friend say that the old man is satisfied even if he died. It is a pity that the old man used to conquer the world..."
The old man continued to sigh.
"Could it be that Senior can still be rescued?" Qin Chen was startled.
"If the rescue was tily at that ti, it would be fine, whether it was a resurrection pill, chaos reshaping fruit, etc. It is a pity that after so many years, there is only a trace of the remnant soul of the old, except for those who are predestined to teach the old one. Besides, any pill and other treasures, I am afraid that they can no longer be saved."
"What kind of magic is the predecessor's practice and what kind of conditions are needed? If it is possible, the junior can find a way to find a descendant for the predecessor."
"What the old man cultivated was the most powerful Divine Soul Dafa at the ti. This magical skill was amazing. Even if the body was seriously injured, only a trace of the Divine Soul could be reborn again, but the cultivator needs a strong soul, otherwise he cannot bear the Divine Soul Dafa. Before your friend entered this place by mistake, the old man wanted to test his soul, but this person’s soul was too weak, and seed to have absorbed too much spirit of evil spirits, and could not bear the old gods and souls. I can give up."
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