The Ling Xian today, even without the golden armor, could exchange a few moves with a cultivator of the eighth level. At the seventh level, only the Heaven's Favorites of the seven undefeatable realms could fight against him.
Therefore, he merely swung his arm around and the man in black was knocked out.
This scene stunned everyone present.
Everyone around Ling Xian avoided him. Those who were planning to attack him were especially scared out of their wits.
Just like that, he easily entered the tomb.
The elder did the same.
After a few seconds, the inhibition spell reappeared, making those who didn't enter angry.
Those who entered, however, had a drastic change in expression.
Because beneath their feet were bodies. All of their faces were full of fear. It was obvious what kind of terror they encountered before they died.
The dense Yin energy inside the tomb also made everyone shiver as if they had fallen into an icy hell.
"That's the elder of the Chi Xia House! He actually died here? "
"My god, so many people died the moment we entered. Just how dangerous is this place?"
"I regret it. I shouldn't have come here!"
Everyone exclaimed in shock. Their voices were full of fear.
What could they do? The impact of this scene was far too great. At a glance, there were at least 300 to 400 dead bodies.
Since the tomb was opened, at least 3,000 to 4,000 people have entered. But don't forget, this was merely the entrance!
So many people died the moment they entered. It wasn't hard to imagine how dangerous it would be!
Therefore, most people were fearful and regretful.
Sadly, it was too late for regrets.
With the inhibition spell, not only could they not enter, they couldn't leave either.
"The Tomb of One Thousand Deaths sure is dangerous."
Ling Xian's expression turned serious. The elder erased his smile.
Just then, a cold wind blew. Like knives and swords, everyone puked out blood and howled in agony.
Even for someone as powerful as Ling Xian, the pain was unbearable.
At once, he called out the Primitive Technique. The Flower of Dao appeared and blocked out the cold wind.
Everyone used their own techniques to defend against the horrifying wind.
But not everyone could defend against it like Ling Xian. The wind was extremely strong and killed several people on the spot.
Every second after that, a few more people collapsed. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people had died.
This made everyone else even more fearful. They were all shaking in fear and tried their best to defend.
"Charge forward. If we stay here, only death awaits us."
Ling Xian frowned. The Flower of Dao emitted a clear light that blocked off the wind.
Then, he strode forward with his head held high.
Hearing his words, everyone came to a realization and immediately moved forward at full speed.
Unfortunately, the Yin wind was too strong. It was difficult to even withstand it, let alone fly. No matter how hard they tried, they could only walk like Ling Xian.
Compared to Ling Xian, who was striding forward in giant steps, everyone was struggling.
Only a few people could keep up with his footsteps.
The old man was one of them.
He walked shoulder to shoulder with Ling Xian and exclaimed, "The Tomb of One Death sure lives up to its name."
"Scared?"
Ling Xian stared deeply at the elder. He couldn't see through this person's capabilities. He was of the seventh level, but also of the eighth level.
However, there was one thing he could be sure of. The old man's strength was definitely not inferior to his.
"If you're not afraid, why would I be?" The old man chuckled.
"There's nothing we can do even if we're afraid."
Ling Xian grinned, "There is no turning back. Since you and I are already here, then we can only move forward."
"Let's go. Let's see if we become the unknown life form's nutrients or if we get the inheritance and retreat."
The old man squinted his eyes. His steps were steady and determined.
Ling Xian was even more so.
He marched forward in giant steps. No matter how much the wind howled, it couldn't stop him. It couldn't even move an inch.
It was as if this was a gentle wind that only made people feel comfortable.
However, to most people, it was an ancient beast.
They didn't have Ling Xian's capabilities. Not only was every step difficult, but the wounds on their bodies were increasing.
Within a short period of time, more than 10 people had fallen.
This made many people hopeless. They knew that before long, they would end up like them.
Just as some people were hopeless, the wind suddenly stopped as if nothing ever happened.
Then, a cliff appeared before everyone's eyes.
The cliff was steep and below it was water. The red and viscous water looked like fresh blood.
Nine metal chains hung in midair. One end was embedded into the cliff and the other end was embedded into the mountain wall. They were like metal bridges that allowed people to cross the river of blood.
But in the eyes of cultivators, this was extremely laughable.
Cultivators could fly. Even those of the meditational level could cross the river of blood. Why would they need metal chains?
"This river …"
Ling Xian squinted his eyes. He plucked out a strand of hair and tossed it into the river.
Then, the hair fell into the river and disappeared.
This scene made everyone's eyes widen and their hairs stand on end.
All because Ling Xian's hair was not floating. This meant the river had no buoyancy.
"I knew it."
Ling Xian softly sighed. Not even a strand of hair was floating. How could a living person like him fly?
"It looks like we have to use the metal chains to get to the other side." The old man squinted his eyes.
"That's a dead end."
Ling Xian sighed, "Take a closer look. What is this?"
"Hmm?"
The old man frowned and looked at the metal chains. Seeing the rising dark energy and the red carvings, his expression changed.
"The Soul Reaping Chain?"
"That's right. This is the legendary Soul Reaping Chain."
"Once you stand on it, your soul will be dragged out of your body. Even those of the eighth level will find it hard to defend."
Ling Xian's expression was serious. The Soul Reaping Chain was not a treasure nor a technique. It was an existence similar to a demonic beast.
It was formed from dark energy and specialized in attacking the soul. Out of the 10 most terrifying tombs, it was ranked number six. It was even scarier than demonic beasts.
"I can't believe I ran into this thing. This is troublesome." The old man's expression darkened.
Everyone else reacted the same way.
Though they didn't know what the Soul Reaping Chain was, everyone had witnessed Ling Xian's powerfulness. If even he found this troublesome, why wouldn't everyone's expression change?
"Luckily I know how to break it. Or else I would be trapped here."
Remembering the method created by the Seeking Ghost Cultivator, Ling Xian softly smiled, feeling lucky.
"You know how to break it?"
The old man was shocked. Everyone didn't know the terror of the Soul Reaping Chain, but he did. Even he wasn't confident he could defend against it.
Yet Ling Xian said he could. Naturally, he was shocked.
"If I didn't have some skills, I wouldn't have come to the Tomb of One Death."
Ling Xian wiped off his smile, "This legendary tomb is no joke."
Then, he formed a strange hand seal with both of his hands. He summoned a mysterious force and attached it to the nine metal chains.
In the next second, the nine chains began to emit red light as if they were resisting.
Instantly, Ling Xian's face paled and his body began to shake.
However, his hand that formed the hand seal did not shake at all. Like a rock, it was unwavering.
After some time, the red light dimmed and finally disappeared.
"You actually broke it …"
The old man was shocked and turned to look at Ling Xian.
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