The tombs of emperors have always been filled with treasures. Maybe that kind of place is full of spiritual energy. If you are lucky, you might even pick up a treasure.

"Mr. Chen wants to go, then I'll take you there..."

Bai Zhantang drove the car: "Actually, there is nothing to see in those imperial tombs. Many of them have been excavated. What I see now are all refurbished, that is, fake, meaningless..."

When Chen Ping heard this, his originally high interest also dropped a lot in an instant, but since he has already headed there, just take a look!

Soon, Chen Ping and the others arrived at the place. There are tens of thousands of square meters here, and there are more than a dozen mausoleums of various sizes. Because it is not a tourist time, there are not many people here.

Around these mausoleums are some low hills with lush green trees and a good environment. In front of the hills is a small river only a few meters wide, which is estimated to be artificially excavated.

"There are mountains and waters. After these emperors died, they all enjoyed so much..."

Chen Ping sighed involuntarily.

"Mr. Chen, wait a moment, I'll go buy a ticket..."

Bai Zhantang wanted to buy a ticket, but was stopped by Chen Ping.

"No need to go, there's nothing to see, let's just walk around outside..."

As soon as Chen Ping got out of the car, he had already noticed that the aura here was very weak, and there was no breath of the treasures that Chen Ping imagined.

It seems that this place has really been hollowed out, and now there is only a frame for later repairs.

The three of Chen Ping walked towards the hill along the artificially excavated river.

Although the aura here hasn't changed, the air is a lot fresher, and the place is sparsely populated, so it's still a good place to relax here!

After passing a small bridge, just as he was about to walk up the hill, Chen Ping suddenly stopped, and then his brows wrinkled slightly, and he instantly exuded divine consciousness. A radius of hundreds of meters all appeared in Chen Ping's mind at this moment.

"What a powerful breath..."

Chen Ping felt a strong aura, and just based on the aura he felt, the other party must have reached Wu Zong.

But in this place, how could Wu Zong appear? And he also exudes his own breath, obviously with a warning sign, warning other warriors not to approach.

"Mr. Chen, there seems to be someone here, and he has painted this place as his own territory..."

Bai Zhantang also felt this tyrannical aura, but he couldn't feel the realm strength of the other party.

"This is a public place, not someone's, we just go forward..."

Chen Ping said lightly.

Chen Ping wanted to go and see what this Wuzong was doing. If he knew the dignified Wuzong, he would not come to this place to practice, and he would not easily expose his breath. Now that the other party is doing this, there must be something wrong.

Chen Ping and the others continued to move forward. The further they went, the stronger the tyrannical aura, but accompanied by that aura, Chen Ping actually felt another aura from it. After feeling it carefully, Chen Ping was stunned for a moment: "How can there be yin here? Is it an evil cultivator?"

If this is an evil cultivator, then it is possible. After all, evil cultivators can't see it and need to practice in a place with few people. This is the right place.

Hearing Xie Xiu, Bai Zhantang and Xiaolan's expressions changed slightly, but Chen Ping's face became more and more excited.

If it is really an evil cultivator, then Chen Ping is welcome. He can just use this evil cultivator's cultivation to help himself cultivate, absorb the cultivation of these evil cultivators, and no one in the martial arts world will accuse and manage, after all, these evil cultivators There is no good person in cultivation, all rely on absorbing the strength of others, or absorbing the yin to cultivate. JrNovels.com