Ding Ling's eyes slowly moved with the light of the flashlight, and he saw that wherever he saw the sight, there were broken swords and halberds everywhere, and there were corpses everywhere.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly walked towards the spear. When he approached, he found that the spear was actually held in his hand by a dead corpse. Ding Ling was startled and was about to dodge, but he found that the corpse had weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant it turned into dust.

He reached out and held the spear, and after he grabbed it, he suddenly felt that the spear had lost its spirituality.

He adjusted the light of the flashlight to the most scattered, and then slowly moved forward. The corpses on the ground turned into dust with his steps, leaving only some armor and weapons with a breath of nirvana.

As his steps moved forward, an ancient battlefield that was becoming wider and wider appeared in front of him.

The ground was full of corpses, the ground was full of Xiaosha, and the ground was full of Chen Ge's failure.

Ding Ling was deeply shocked, and he subconsciously asked Mingyue: "Mingyue...what is this?"

"I don't know." Even though she was already very weak, Mingyue was still shocked. She slowly stood up, held the tree of fate with both hands, picked another fruit and threw it into her mouth.

After a while, she whispered: "This should be the battlefield for the battle between ancient immortals... Ding Ling, leave here quickly."

The battle between ancient immortals?! Damn! Ding Ling immediately took a breath of air conditioning!

As a good socialist student born in New China and raised under the Red Banner, he received atheistic education since childhood. Even when he embarked on the path of cultivation and then had Youxutian... He still stubbornly believed that the so-called immortals were actually very illusory, and they were just a group of awesome practitioners.

Even if he saw the legendary races in the Mountains and Seas in Youxutian, he might not be very shocked, after all, it was written in the book.

After entering Kunlun, he had been in danger for a long time, so he never thought much about whether this place was the territory of Queen Mother, nor did he think about why Kunlun Mountain was destroyed to this extent.

But now, seeing this ancient battlefield, he was truly shocked.

Is there really a legendary ancient immortal? Is there really a heavenly soldier and general? Is it possible that the legendary Kunlun Fairy Mountain was destroyed to such a state because of this war?

He stood in the endless sea of ​​weapons and armor, watching the corpses gradually turn into dust and fall into long silence.

After a long time, Mingyue reminded him: "Let's go and see if you can find something useful."

"Um."

Ding Ling released his spiritual consciousness and continued to walk forward slowly. This was not because he was afraid, but because he respected the deceased.

As they gradually moved forward, there were even more corpses of various spirit beasts, unicorns, war elephants, tigers... These spirit beasts were lying quietly on the ground, waiting for Ding Ling to walk by, and then turned into dust smoke.

In the end, Ding Ling even saw the corpse of a giant like a hill!

Gradually, the corpses in front of me gradually decreased and eventually disappeared completely.

Ding Ling stood on the edge of the battlefield and looked back at the sandy sand in the distance. He silently lowered his head and observed a few seconds of silence for these disappearing lives, and then he turned around and looked forward.

The river beach has reached its end, and what comes into view is a mountain wall that is thousands of feet high. In the middle of the mountain wall is a cave bigger than a train tunnel. In the darkness, the cave is like a monster's mouth, making people feel timid.

Ding Ling gritted his teeth and began to release his spiritual consciousness, then walked towards the cave step by step.

As soon as I stepped into the entrance of the cave, I heard a sound of "Peng!", and a pot of oil fire suddenly ignited on both sides of the cave wall.

Ding Ling calmed down and walked forward again with the light of oil and fire. As he walked along, "puffed" sounds kept coming from both sides, and the oil lamps seemed to be the salutes set off to welcome his arrival.

After walking less than a hundred meters, my eyes suddenly became cheerful.

Even after being baptized on the battlefield for some reason, Ding Ling was still shocked again at this moment. He had countless speculations about this cave along the way, but he never thought... the end of this cave... was actually a huge prison!

Yes, it's prison.

As countless oil lamps were ignited, a prison covering an area of ​​at least tens of thousands of square meters appeared in front of him. In the center of the prison was a high platform in the shape of an altar, and surrounded by a cell made of iron pillars as thick as a child's arms.

Ding Ling saw that the doors of some prisons had been opened and the inside was empty, and the doors of some prisons were still locked, and the people lying inside had become dead bodies.

As he slowly walked towards the center, the bodies turned into dust again.

Ding Ling finally couldn't help it. He asked Mingyue in a hoarse voice: "Mingyue, what is this?"

Mingyue fell into a long silence, and it was obvious that she was also shocked.

Ding Ling took a deep breath, then released his spiritual consciousness, hoping to find something useful.

However, in the spiritual consciousness, there is still a dead silence.

He looked around and saw a passage opposite the hall, so he raised his foot and walked forward without hesitation.

Since he has already reached this point, even if there is a deep abyss ahead, he still wants to take a look!

However, disappointed him, there was still a separate prison at the end of the passage. But... this person, or immortal, who had obviously died for a long time, did not fall down because of Ding Ling's approach. On the contrary, he kept standing with his hands behind him.

He looked about seventy years old, wearing a robe embroidered with strange patterns. He was combed in a bun, his long hair was floating on his shoulders, and there were two unknown pearls on his bun.

He carried his hands on his back and looked at the front calmly. The lifelike expression made Ding Ling suddenly have the idea that this person is still alive!

Even though... after thousands of years, Ding Ling still felt a powerful aura in him, which was a momentum of no other than me, a momentum of being the king, a momentum of being a commoner, and a momentum of looking down on the world!

Who is this...

Ding Ling stood quietly, confronting this king who had been dead for a long time and had no idea what identity he was, trying to find clues from his calm expression.

At this moment, Mingyue in his body suddenly trembled violently, and the next second, Mingyue appeared beside him.

Mingyue staggered, but regardless of Ding Ling's support, she tightly pressed against the railing as thick as her arms and looked at the man carefully.

Then, she slowly knelt down in tears.

"The Emperor..."

The bright moon sobbed, and tears poured out like a spring.
Chapter completed!