Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 305: Chu and Han

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Chapter 305 Chu and Han

In the secret room, it was no longer a small space, and the line of sight suddenly widened. It turned out to be a cliff, hundreds of meters high, and countless corpses underneath were densely packed and piled up like a mountain. The soaring smell rolled from the bottom of the cliff, which made people feel sick.

Yang Chen walked to the cliff and took a look, and found that the bottom of the cliff had long been stained with blood. Remnants with broken swords were everywhere on the ground, and old flags were stuck on the ground, shaking gently.

The corpses were all wearing armors, and the black armors and silver armors were set against each other.

There are millions of dead bodies.

Here, it's more like a battlefield.

"What's the matter?" Yang Chen frowned, muttering to himself: "Here, did the army ever fought?"

"This is the army of Da Chu and Da Han." A soft voice came, and Yang Chen turned around. Only Mu Lingyun was standing not far away, seeming to be looking at something.

In front of her, stood a huge stone monument with some words crookedly written on it.

Yang Chen didn't even know these words? I only know that the word "Beimang" is inscribed at the bottom of the stele.

"This is not a modern character?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

Because he was a character 80,000 years ago, and 80,000 years have passed since now, Yang Chen does not know whether the human font has changed during this period.

"Not bad." Mu Lingyun said slightly, "This is the writing of the Han Dynasty. It is about 30,000 years ago."

Speaking of this, Mu Lingyun turned her head and said with a smile: "Thirty thousand years ago, it was the era when the Sword Saint of Beimang lived."

Hearing this, Yang Chen was taken aback.

Suddenly remembered that the chess game of life and death encountered in the hall before was also a product of the Chu and Han Dynasty?

"What is written on this stele?" Yang Chen asked.

"This war is recorded on this stone tablet." Mu Lingyun said softly: "Thirty thousand years ago, the Chu Dynasty led one million troops, and the Han Dynasty led one hundred thousand troops, and Yu Gaixia fought the final battle. In the end. As a result, the Han dynasty defeated more with less, beheaded 830,000 of the Chu army, captured 170,000 and won, and the monarch of the Chu dynasty ended up killing himself by the Wu River."

"After that, the Han Dynasty annexed the power of the Chu Dynasty and became the number one dynasty in the mainland. It became a super power and became famous all over the world." Mu Lingyun said slowly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen nodded.

It is conceivable that this must be an unprecedented battle that shakes the world.

Millions of troops can drown a small country like Qingfeng Empire just by spitting on everyone?

Mu Lingyun brushed the hair in her ear and smiled and said: "The Sword Saint of Beimang was the witness of this war. He was a general of the Chu army at that time. After the defeat of Chu, He was taken prisoner to Han and became a prisoner of war. But he didn't give up, he wanted to restore Chu, so he escaped from the chaos and devoted himself to cultivation."

"Until one day, he finally ushered in the robbery, ready to step into the Emperor Wu!"

The Emperor Wu?

Hearing this, Yang Chen was startled.

Wu Huang, that is the existence above Wu Zun!

"This Beiman Sword Saint, has reached the Ninth Heaven of Wu Zun?" Yang Chen asked suspiciously.

"Not bad." Mu Lingyun smiled slightly and said: "It's a pity that he didn't survive the catastrophe. Otherwise, when he steps into the Martial Emperor Realm, maybe the Han Dynasty will really be a little jealous." /

Hearing these words, Yang Chen sighed in his heart, only feeling that it was a pity for the Sword Saint of North Mang.

"So, the battlefield below is the place where Chu and Han fought against each other?"

"Of course not." Mu Lingyun shook her head and said, "This is just an illusion made by the Sword Saint of North Mang..." At this point, Mu Lingyun smiled and said charmingly: "You think Don't want to see, what is the real situation here?"

Yang Chen frowned.

Just when she was suspicious, Mu Lingyun waved her right arm.

Something seems to be scattered in the air.

The fluorescent powder waved in the air, and as the powder waved out, the space in front of him shook violently. Immediately afterwards, with the sound of "kakaka", the surrounding space suddenly became densely covered with cracks, and immediately after hearing a "pop" sound, the entire space was instantly torn apart.

Then...

The cliff was exposed again, and Yang Chen was standing beside the cliff quietly, as if nothing happened.

"What's the matter?" Yang Chen frowned.

"Look at your feet." Mu Lingyun said lightly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen immediately looked at it, but it was okay not to look at it, and he was shocked in a cold sweat immediately.

I saw under the cliff, where is the Chu Han army?

It is clearly densely packed with countless skeletons and ghosts.

They held swords in their hands and raised their heads, their green eyes gleaming with greed. The rubbing sound of "Gabagaba", like a note of life, made people shudder.

Beside these skeletons and ghosts, there are some dead warriors, with swords all over their bodies.

The previous fishy anger was emitted from these corpses.

"This is..." Yang Chen opened his mouth, and a cold sweat slipped on his forehead.

"If you just took a step forward, your fate will be the same as these corpses." Mu Lingyun's mouth raised slightly, and she let out a "chuck" laugh.

"Did you know that this was illusion?" Yang Chen asked suspiciously, as if he couldn't believe it. Even if he had been circumvented just now, he didn't see the slightest flaw, but this wood spirit, at a glance, he could see that it was an illusion?

Mu Lingyun smiled slightly, pointed to her eyes, and said, "Don't forget, I am a cultivator of magic arts. I am naturally more sensitive to this kind of things than ordinary people."

"But don't worry, I won't use illusions on you." Mu Lingyun said softly.

"This is best." Yang Chen replied lightly.

I ignored her, but walked along the cliff, carefully avoiding the ghost pawns below.

Within ten minutes, a door appeared in front of the two again.

"What's going on? This place is all impossible?" Yang Chen felt helpless.

But just as Mu Lingyun was about to speak, the other party's face suddenly became serious, and two words were spit out:

"Be careful!"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a huge rock suddenly rolled out of the door.

The stone is round and huge, almost two or three people tall. He suddenly rolled out of the door, pressing towards Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun all the way.

"Not good." Yang Chen exclaimed. If the stone was smashed down, it might be able to squash both of them directly.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen didn't hesitate, hugged Mu Lingyun behind him, and flew towards the sky.

The stone "rumbled" into the distance, then hit the wall, and suddenly broke to pieces.

Behind the door, a figure suddenly walked out, with a rough voice, resounding through the clouds:

"I am a general of the Han Dynasty, so is Han Xin!"