As 'Qin Shi Huang' stepped into the spatial vortex of the ancient battlefield, his power to control the spread of the vortex also dissipated, and the huge vortex did not spread anymore, but then contracted suddenly, and at the moment of closing, Song Yanhai saw that the white bone mound closest to the vortex that was not even a tomb suddenly exploded, and a white shadow jumped out at the last moment, and then this originally huge vortex rolled up the mist escaping from the gap around it, and instantly turned into an origin, and then dissipated, and there was no trace of it.

The gap that may be connected to the underworld also closed, and by this time no one knew who was behind the scenes in the gap, and the broken space seemed to have lost its energy supply, as the wound of this world, the broken space was supplemented by the vitality of heaven and earth, just like the wound on the human body was slowly healed by its own healing ability, but for the whole world, this wound recovered slightly faster.

For a moment, the entire process of stabilizing the broken space is only a moment, but when the space stabilizes, the entire ancient battlefield no longer has the appearance it used to be, it seems that there is no trace of life, this is the space and the earth that has been repaired after the space is broken, it is more dead and silent than scorched earth, there is no water, no nutrition and no vitality, even the strongest plants cannot survive here, without the intervention of external forces, with the self-repair of the vitality of heaven and earth, I don't know how long it will take to return to normal appearance.

However, even in such a region, Song Yanhai felt scared.

Because, he knew what had come out of the ancient tombs of the hundred tribes, he saw it, and he felt it. In this potholed and colorless area, a vague and cold atmosphere wanders. That kind of indifference to life is somewhat incomparable even to the irascible 'Qin Shi Huang', which is the instinctive reaction of life to this cold breath.

"Death ......"

One voice sounded, the next. An illusory shadow was drilled out of the potholed rocks, the core was a fist-sized black bead, with billowing black smoke, coming towards Song Yanhai, Rao is Song Yanhai suppressed the fear born in his heart, dodged the black bead that made people's hearts palpitate, but was still attacked by the billowing smoke and dust wrapped in black beads. Just being scraped by smoke and dust made Song Yanhai's skin almost corroded.

The bead, which was wrapped in black smoke and dust, did not stop for long, but went straight to the tomb of Emperor Qin. Song Yanhai didn't catch up with him immediately, the smoke and dust not only corroded his skin, but also left some dead air in his body, which was very weird. It is constantly devouring his life. It's slow, but it's unstoppable.

Song Yanhai finally suppressed the death qi in his body, and when he arrived at the tomb of the Qin Emperor, all he saw was a half-collapsed tower of death, and I don't know how many bones around the tower, some of which were left by the 'Qin Shi Huang', but Song Yanhai felt that it was more of the behavior of the black bead.

No one knows exactly how this Tower of Death came to be.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind.

In the final analysis, it doesn't matter who benefits from this kind of thing, and the biggest winner at this time is not behind the scenes where life and death are unknown in the gap of space. It is not the 'Qin Shi Huang' who entered the ancient tombs of the hundred tribes, nor is it the people who came to hunt for treasures. It's the tower and the black bead at the top.

At this time, Song Yanhai has time and opportunity to leave this place of right and wrong, this place of life and death, but he chose to stay, as a superior who has been in control of the information for a long time, he knows that the things in front of him have exceeded his expectations, and even exceeded the expectations of all the major sects, for this tower of death, and the black bead he stepped on, he hopes that he can grasp the first-hand information, he chooses to believe in the words of 'Qin Shi Huang', even if that one is not the real Qin Shi Huang.

"There must be no loss in the ancient tombs of a hundred tribes!"

Who is this black bead that escaped from the ancient tomb of the hundred tribes, what kind of strength does it have, is there a way to resist, and will it cause a catastrophe......

Song Yanhai thought a lot for a while, he tried to get close to the Tower of Death, but found that the entire tower was emitting puffs of smoke and dust, although it was very slow at first, but as the smoke and dust spread, all the bones were corroded and only bones remained, and the corroded flesh and even the vegetation on the ground were transformed into more smoke and dust.

This is not over, as the smoke and dust spread to a certain range, Song Yanhai saw that the black beads on the Tower of Death suddenly turned a few times, and each turn drilled out a lot of black light from this black bead, and these black lights drilled straight into the bones around the Tower of Death, and in Song Yanhai's unimaginable eyes, these bones stood up.

These skeletons that stood up were very similar to the skeleton resuscitation techniques in the dark world of the Western that Song Yanhai knew, and there were also some such techniques in the Eastern cultivation sects, but these skeletons attached to the black light were obviously different, after they stood up, the scattered smoke and dust were absorbed by them, or these smoke and dust were actively attached to it, which made these skeletons taller and more powerful, and each of them exuded the breath of death.

"Undead, undead!"

Whether it is a black magician in the West, or a wizard, or a demon cultivator in the East, as well as a special sect like the Jade Bone Mountain lineage, although there are ways to manipulate skeletons or revive skeletons, these skeletons are basically tools, dolls and weapons that are manipulated by people.

But these are not these in front of Song Yanhai, this is a skeleton with their own thoughts, independent actions, and their own selves, they are not tools, not dolls, not controlled weapons, they are the undead in the undead race, in the information that Song Yanhai knows, they are almost rumors, and they are the same as gods and immortals and all mythical existences.

And at this time, they appeared here, appeared in this world.

"Invasion of another world!"

For the first time, Song Yanhai thought of the previous incident, and he concluded that this was the same as that disaster, you must know that among all the undead races, whether in legends or in those online games, the undead represent death, and their existence itself is based on death.

Once the Sea of Skulls is formed, it will be snowy, and for the undead, the tactic of fighting is almost their talent, and once it is formed, it will be out of control. This is definitely not comparable to ten or one or two hundred dark magicians, it will be a terrifying undead disaster.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yanhai planned to try the combat power of these skeletons, and it was precisely because of this thought that he was almost buried in the pile of bones, if it weren't for the jade plate left to him by 'Qin Shi Huang', I am afraid that he himself would become one of these skeletons.

This jade plaque, which was only the size of a palm, suddenly emitted a wave of white light, not only scattering all the skeletons, burying Song Yanhai in the pile of bones, but also suppressing the Tower of Death.

This was not until Ye Hongjin arrived. (To be continued.) )