Chapter 16 Ruins of the Ancient City

A gray continent, endless shouts of killing, a great sense of oppression, and countless small black spots in the distance. Joan's perception of Warcraft tells her that those small black spots are extremely powerful existences. When Joan's eyes fall on those strong people, she can feel a The anger rushed towards himself.

"Is this the ancient battlefield?" Qiong'er looked at Jing Chen with an indifferent face beside her.

Jing Chen has no feeling about the pressure in this ancient battlefield. At this moment, Jing Chen is very close to breaking through level ten. It can be said that it is possible to break through level ten at any time. Not to mention that the pressure of this ancient battlefield has not worked on him. Even for those foreign strong people who can enter here, Jing Chen is also not It needs to be paid attention. The only thing that Jingchen needs to be careful of is the strong among the aborigines, especially the existence of the crawling special life in those years.

Thinking of the reptile special life, Jing Chen still has a trace of awe in his heart at this moment. Although Jing Chen, who has the soul stone of life, is not as miserable as the special life in the dark world and is bullied by him, with Jing Chen's current strength to deal with the reptile special life, it is tantamount to a dream. The huge and embarrassing body alone is not something that Jingchen can destroy.

"Yes, those black spots you can see in the distance are almost the same outsiders as us. The strongest of all outsiders is the mythical level. Of course, there are very few people at this level. Most of them are teams of legendary and epic strongmen. These strong people not only have strong strength, but also compared with Those teams composed entirely of epic strong men have more chances to survive in this complex environment. Coming to this ancient battlefield, Jing Chen also began to introduce the situation of this ancient battlefield to Qiong'er in detail.

"Outdors? Are there any aborigines in this ancient battlefield? Qiong'er's beautiful eyes looked at Jing Chen. She couldn't believe that in such a harsh environment, there could still be aboriginal people living here. The pressure here alone can't adapt to the young of the dark phoenix, let alone other races that are countless times weaker than the dark phoenix.

"There are indeed aborigines here, but they are all extremely powerful beings, and they should not have any ethnic group. According to the information I have, some of these aborigines were trapped here when they were opened several times, and there are also some special lives born here. Of course, some of them are ancient. There are no dead strong men during the war, but those strong people should not live until now. Seeing Qiong'er's staring eyes, Jing Chen smiled.

Hearing this, Qiong'er's heart is also much more stable. If a strong man can live from ancient times to the present, it will be really terrible. Even if an ordinary person without any talent can live such a long time, he can become an extremely powerful existence. It can be said that it is inevitable to become a god-level strong man. Although Qiong'er still doesn't know the strength of Jingchen, Jingchen can also pass through the portal. It is impossible to reach the divine level. If she meets those strong people, she will almost die.

After a brief introduction, Jing Chen took Qiong'er flying in the air. Their speed was not fast, so it was consistent with other people who came to explore this ancient battlefield, or even slower, because Qiong'er could not adapt to the pressure in the ancient battlefield for a while.

After flying for about half a day, Qiong'er's body, who was originally curious and kept observing around, suddenly shook. Jing Chen could clearly detect that Qiong'er's body was constantly trembling. Not only that, the frequency of trembling was getting faster and faster, as if she had seen something extreme. Its special things are average.

Following Qiong'er's eyes, it was a piece of ruins. Looking at the ruins, it should be the ruins of a city. However, even if he used perception to cover the past and scan, Jing Chen did not find anything special there. At most, there were more corpses in the ruins, and most of the corpses were corrupt. There are some corpses that have not been completely corrupted. Obviously, there was a battle between the strong and the corpses left behind. In addition, Jing Chen did not find any special places.

"Xiaochen, there is something I need." With that, Joan raised her hand and pointed to the ruins not far away.

"What do you need? Then let's go." With Jing Chen's eyesight, you can naturally see the trace of confusion in Qiong'er's eyes. Qiong'er, whose eyes are so confused, obviously doesn't know what is attracting her. However, Jing Chen didn't have any exact purpose when he came here. Naturally, he didn't care about taking Qiong'er to find what she needed.

"Is it here?" After a while, Jingchen and Qiong'er fell on the edge of the ruins. When they got close to Jingchen, they found that the scale of the ruins of the city was really not small. Even compared with the largest cities on the original continent, they did not give in. In the memory of Lahir and Tyreon, such a huge scale could be counted in ancient times. It's a big city, but it's still far from the real megacities.

In ancient times, there were also countless cities, large and small, large and small cities on the original continent, but the scale of these cities was much larger than today's cities, because at that time, all races were extremely powerful, and there were countless eight- and nine-level strong people. In that era, it can be said that there would be one level eight for every thousand people. A strong man can produce a nine-level strong man for every 100,000 people, so a ten-level strong man, even a mythical strong man, that is, some city lords and other characters.

Of course, the main reason for this is that it is an era of coexistence of the gods. The birth and fall of the mansion can be said to be happening every day. As for the mortals who have not become gods, it is a piece of fall. In Tyreen's memory, there was once a battle, and thousands of mythical strong people fell. Name, such a terrible number, not to mention the present, even in the ancient period where Rios lived, it was impossible. At that time, there were less than a hundred mythical strongmen in the whole original continent.

And those who are really well known by outsiders add up to 30 or 40. Like the famous mythical strongmen of the whole elf clan, there are only a few in total. Although it does not rule out that each race has hidden, or whether it is a mythical strongman at the high level in the clan, the number of such strong is absolutely not large, and the whole original continent is added. There are only two or thirty people when they get up.

These mythical strongmen and the mythical strongmen in the three major forces may barely make up a hundred people. Like the grand situation of thousands of mythical strongmen falling from a battle in Tyreen's memory, Jing Chen can't even imagine the extent of its tragedy.

"That's where it is. I feel that there is something calling me. It's something I need!" Qiong'er did not let go of Jing Chen's hand, because she also knew that if she was separated from Jing Chen in this ancient battlefield, it would be very dangerous with her own strength.

"Let's go."

At this moment, Jing Chen has entered a combat state, and the wild pillar has also been held in his hand.