You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 178 The Secret Revealed

Changqing looked unhappy. He was thinking of a solution when he heard a strange discussion next to him, but he couldn't hear it clearly at all.

At this moment, Chang Qing was sweating profusely. He only realized that there seemed to be waves of life around these huge skeletons. The overwhelming pressure was pressing down on him, as if it was going to crush Chang Qing.

Seeing that he was not allowed to retreat, Chang Qing made up his mind and just gave up, thinking: "I am a 70-year-old guy, can I still be scared by this broken skeleton?"

Then, braving the overwhelming pressure, he took a step forward. Instantly, the pressure increased, and the discussions in his ears turned into angry shouts, and this time Changqing heard it clearly.

"How brave!"

"Arrogant boy, if you take another step forward, you will die!"

"Fanatical, you know that it is a great blessing for you to stay here, why don't you stop immediately."

"One more step forward and you will die!!"

"court death!"

Chang Qing listened to these threatening words but did not stop. He did not believe that if the pressure matched the strength, he would have been killed long ago. Why would he have to wait until now?

Just like that, Changqing took another step forward, with even greater pressure. The sound of bones being unable to bear the weight was heard, and his spiritual roots appeared automatically. The big tree seemed to have its own consciousness, and with a light sweep of the shadow of the tree, the pressure disappeared invisibly.

The discussion suddenly stopped. Chang Qing only felt several eyes sweeping across his spiritual roots, with a look of shock in their eyes. Then, more chaotic curses rang out:

"You are actually related to that prisoner of the heavens. You deserve to die!"

"Sinner, you are not welcome here! Get out."

"It's you, the source of all evil, the chief sinner in the universe!"

"Leave! Don't you owe us enough? What else do you want?!"

"Why did you bring up that war? Why are you still alive? Why did you ask us to die for you? This is so unfair!!"

Along with several hysterical questions, angry shouts were heard.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows. Could it be that this group of people knew his identity?

Chang Qing felt a little frightened as he continued to listen. There seemed to be another hidden story. In the mouths of these people, he was the sinner of the world and deserved to be put to death.

"Could it be... that the war here has something to do with me?" A terrible guess was born in Changqing's mind!

"Shut up!" A majestic but ethereal voice suddenly came from the center.

As soon as the words came out, the noisy insults around him stopped abruptly.

"Is this the boss of these skeletons?" Chang Qing suddenly felt the pressure on his body disappear.

Looking forward.

There was a huge chair with golden patterns standing in front of the group of skeletons.

Unlike these skeletons, there were no skeletons on the huge chair. Instead, a bronze coffin was quietly placed on it.

The size of the bronze coffin was quite normal, and it had totemic animal patterns on it, which glowed from time to time and looked quite magical.

At this time, the voice came again: "Little brother, no matter whether you are related to the prisoner or not, how about we make a deal?"

Chang Qing was extremely alert. These people hated him so much, how could their attitude change drastically in an instant? It was not normal.

Chang Qing looked wary and asked tentatively, "Oh? Trade? If you want to make a deal, you have to show your sincerity first. You are all so embarrassed. I find it hard to believe that this deal is fair!"

"Boy, don't be so shameless!"

"Do you know who the person who is talking to you is? How dare he speak in such a tone?"

"The integrity of the Emperor is well known to everyone, but you, a sinner, dare to doubt the Emperor in such a tone?!"

The skeletons on the side were the first to get angry.

However, Chang Qing also had an idea in his mind. These skeletons were tall and must have had great cultivation in their lifetime, but in the end, only these remnants were left and could not cause any big waves.

The man in the bronze coffin groaned for a moment and said, "Over the past tens of thousands of years, this Yingxu has been opened dozens of times, and some people have come in. We will preach to it for one day, but you have such a spiritual root that is contrary to our Taoism. It is useless to listen. Why don't you find a trustworthy friend and I will preach to him for three days. How do you think?"

Seeing that Changqing was still silent, the ethereal voice sounded again.

"In addition, I have some news that is related to your spiritual roots. It may be your chance. How about this condition?"

Chang Qing's mind moved. He thought that his spiritual roots were unique, and anything related to his spiritual roots must be obtained. Then he nodded and looked at the bronze coffin.

"Okay, I agree. Tell me your conditions."

"I need fifty drops of your blood. With such a spiritual root, your blood must be extremely special. It can sustain us for a long time."

"Aren't you just left with regret? Even if you have my blood, I'm afraid it will disappear one day~" Chang Qing said.

Changqing's words were a bit abrupt, and this group of skeletons were about to start scolding him, but Changqing ran quickly and got closer to the bronze coffin to prevent any accidents.

There was a clear laugh in the coffin, and then with a bit of sadness, he said: "I can feel that the world of great strife is about to begin. The illusory reincarnation may really appear in the world. If there is really hope to find a few residual souls, we can still see this world again."

Chang Qing was moved and murmured: "Does reincarnation really exist?"

There was silence.

After a long while, the man in the coffin spoke uncertainly: "Who knows! Reincarnation was already a legend in my time, but as long as there is time, we will not give up exploring."

Changqing nodded and cut his fingertips, forcing out nearly a hundred drops of blood, even a few drops of essence blood.

"Little brother, you don't have to do this." The person in the coffin, feeling the breath of essence and blood, said hurriedly.

Changqing secretly thought that his bet was right, as it seemed that this group of people were not evil people.

"Just treat it as making friends. The wine I brew is excellent. If one day you can really be resurrected, I will treat you to a drink."

There was another silence, but Chang Qing could feel that many eyes were looking at him, and they were even much gentler.

"It seems that the little brother is not the same person as we thought. If that day comes, I will drink this wine."

"Me too, sorry bro, I just wronged you."

"Me too."

"Haha, you're making me hungry. It's a pity that there are only bones left. It would be a waste if I drink it. So save it for me first."

Many voices rang out and the style of painting suddenly changed. Chang Qing actually felt that this group of bones looked cute at this moment.

The blood clot flew up, and an inexplicable force broke up the essence of the blood, evenly blending it into the ordinary blood, and then divided it into fifty portions, floating towards each skeleton on the throne.

"Little brother, you have lost too much blood. You should recuperate here for a day or two before setting off again. This place was separated by my great magic power when I was alive. It will automatically filter out the spiritual energy at night."

"But is there something different about the spiritual energy?" Chang Qing asked in surprise.

"It's fine during the day, but at night the earth's air rises and the dirty blood will erode the spiritual energy, but it's too subtle to be noticed by people. After a long time, it will become bloodthirsty, no different from those corpse ghosts." said the person in the coffin.

Chang Qing was alert several times in his heart. He didn't expect that the name of Yingxu was really well-deserved and it made people hard to guard against.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, senior." Chang Qing bowed.

No words were heard in the entire cave. Every drop of blood was suspended between the skull's brows, wrapped in a gray airflow and slowly refined.

Changqing didn't ask any more questions. He sat cross-legged and began to recover his blood and energy.