It's a dimly gloomy world.

The sky is cloudy, you can't see the sun and stars, as far as the eye can see, there are broken swords everywhere, this place seems to be an ancient battlefield, the air is filled with a faint smell of gunsmoke, and the pungent smell of blood, but there is not the slightest corpse or blood on the ground, not even a little white bone.

As far as the eye can see, there are all kinds of broken weapons everywhere, mostly swords.

I don't know how long this world has been in existence.

Many of the broken weapons were already covered with rust and shapeless, and the ground was all shrouded in crimson rust, and there was a creaking sound when stepped on, and the already rotten weapons were like dead branches, clattering and breaking.

"This should be the golden world among the five elements!"

Ding Hao was thoughtful.

He casually picked up a broken sword at his feet and looked closely.

The body of the sword has been covered with mottled rust, and the general outline of the sword can be vaguely seen, and even judging from the ups and downs of the rust, the body of this sword should have been covered with various ancient inscriptions, but I am afraid that it was once a treasure-level divine weapon, I don't know why it was broken, and now it has lost its spirituality and is completely decayed.

With a slight force, the broken sword shattered and fell like grains of sand.

Ding Hao clapped his hands and continued to move forward.

The suppressive power of the ancient laws in this eighth section of the ancient road to the west is even more terrifying than before.

The mutated Xuan Qi active Cheng dù in Ding Hao's body has been suppressed below the realm of the Innate Martial Sect, and he is no longer able to fly in the air, this is still under the premise that Ding Hao cultivates the Twelve Canons and the Six Wonder Veins, and has the [Sword Twin Holy Body], so it can be inferred that under the same suppression, even the powerhouses of other Martial Emperor realms are afraid that they will also be suppressed to the realm of the Innate Martial Sect.

The power of such law suppression is also an excellent environment for martial artists to condense the Xuan Qi in their bodies.

Constantly withstanding such suppression, the Xuan Qi in the body was compressed to a limit, and after stepping out of the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], the Xuan Qi cultivation would undoubtedly have an explosive growth, whether it was a strong Cheng dù or a condensation Cheng dù, it was an effect that cultivation in an ordinary environment could not achieve.

Even the condensation of the physical body will increase dramatically.

Ding Hao released the Xuan Qi shield and carried the little girl Ji Yingqi on his back.

The two guys, Evil Moon and Meng Meng, although they have also been suppressed, do not seem to be as strict as martial artists, and they can still be lively and slapstick all the way, which attracted Ding Hao's attention, he was a little worried, I don't know if this will mean that the demon qi power of the demon clan powerhouse is not suppressed by the power of this ancient law.

Shout!

Just as Ding Hao was thinking while walking, a piercing sound of breaking the sky sounded.

Suddenly, a red light flew in front of him, and the sharp sword qi cut through the void, like a stray arrow, shooting towards him.

"Well, someone is sneaking up?"

Ding Hao was suspicious.

His figure was slightly on one side, and the entire palm of his hand flashed with silver light, covered with thick ice crystals, like a layer of silver armor, and he held this red light with his backhand.

It's a small sword.

The body of the sword was covered with mottled rust, compared to the rusty sword scattered on the ground, its condition remained slightly intact, some runes were clearly visible, and there was a faint aura of terrifying battle intent in it, which was terrifying.

It's a pity that before Ding Hao could carefully observe the induction, this battle intent aura disappeared in a flash.

The moment the little sword fell into Ding Hao's hands, the last trace of aura disappeared.

Click!

After the aura dissipated, the sword body seemed to suddenly dry up, breaking into several pieces.

Ding Hao was slightly shocked, threw away the small sword, and the huge divine consciousness was released, which could spread over a kilometer of the surrounding area, carefully surveying and scanning.

No other living forms have been found.

Ding Hao shook his head lightly and walked slowly.

He was also looking around closely.

The matter of the small sword flying just now is a bit weird, could it be that someone is secretly planning against himself? Thinking about it, he feels unlikely, if it is aimed at himself, the attack power of the small sword will not be so low, and this kind of power is probably only equivalent to the power of a casual blow from a powerhouse in the realm of the Innate Martial Sect, and it will not pose a threat to himself at all.

Ding Hao had an illusion, as if the rusty sword was alive, and took the initiative to attack him.

After walking for about a stick of incense, it was calm.

Just when Ding Hao was a little relaxed, suddenly-

Woohoo!

There were three more red rays, and in the screaming sound, it was like a meteor crossing the sky, bursting towards Ding Hao from three directions, front, back and right.

This time, Ding Hao saw it very clearly.

These three red rays suddenly burst out from the pile of broken swords and broken swords on the ground.

At this moment, there was no fluctuation of the Xuan Qi of the Terran warrior or the fluctuation of the demonic power of the Demon Clan's powerhouse.

Ding Hao's heart moved, and his fingers were a little in the void.

The three red rays suddenly condensed into three ice crystals and fell into his hands.

When you look closely, what is frozen in the ice crystals is three strange small swords less than half a meter, the sword body is rusty, and the raw materials can no longer be seen, but the ancient inscriptions under the rust cover look extremely clear, faintly, there is an extremely strange power and killing intention, circulating in the sword body.

Under the cover of ice crystals, the aura in the two small swords was fleeting and consumed, and then the sword body quickly dimmed, and then shattered and cracked like weathered rotten wood. It was the last small sword, and the aura of war was not dispersed, but with a bang, the frozen ice crystals exploded, as if alive, and with a sudden shock, it burst towards Ding Hao's front door.

The power contained in this small sword is much stronger.

It is roughly equivalent to the full force of the powerhouse of the Six Apertures Innate Traceless Realm.

"Poof!" Ding Hao let out a breath and blew the little sword down.

At the moment when it fell to the ground, the battle intent aura contained in the body of the small sword was finally completely consumed, and at the same moment, it was as if the years of time had suddenly accelerated and roared on the body of the sword for thousands of years, and the sword body was broken into five or six pieces, shattering and disappearing like ashes.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Ding Hao seemed to have captured something.

However, verification is still needed.

Telling the two little pets to be careful, Ding Hao hurried forward.

Sure enough, after the half-pillar incense time, the surrounding air surged, and a screaming sound sounded in the air, and there were four or five red rays, cutting through the void, bursting up from different directions, with incomparable killing intent and sharp sword qi, frantically strangled over.

Ding Hao had already prepared, and his majestic divine sense was released.

The surrounding air suddenly condensed.

These four or five red rays were suddenly fixed in the void like a snail trapped in a swamp, and the invisible transparent ripples rippled out, and finally all of them were wrapped in spiritual power, unable to move, and appeared in a circle - all of them were some sword weapons.

Ding Hao carefully observed them one by one.

Soon he came to a conclusion.

"It turns out that this broken sword has been psychic, although it has gone through thousands of years, it still contains the last trace of the previous master's battle intent and killing intention, although it has gone through such a long time, it has not dissipated, once a living body breaks into this environment, it will set off its power and launch an active attack......

This conclusion shocked Ding Hao.

"This is really incredible, what kind of battlefield was this strange space, and what kind of powerful existence are the owners of these broken swords, countless years after their death, killing intent and war intent can still exist in the weapon...... Such a person, the lowest realm, I am afraid that he is also above the peak Martial Emperor!"

Ding Hao's heart was awe-inspiring.

It is rumored that only those powerful people, after fighting to the death, imprinted all their spiritual will in the weapon, will die without dispersing, and will be stored between heaven and earth.

Looking at this piece of heaven and earth, there are countless broken swords and various weapons.

Could it be that the owners of these weapons were all once masters of the Martial Emperor and even the Martial Emperor and Martial Saint level who had the supernatural power of shouldering mountains and moving mountains? This number is at least 10 million, and it is too terrifying, and all the tens of millions of martial arts supreme powerhouses have died here?

Could it be that this is the legendary battlefield of the gods?

Ding Hao suddenly felt that the eleven sections of the Journey to the West Ancient Road, I was afraid that it was not as simple as he thought before, it was not just the construction of some remnants of the ancient power laws, each section of the ancient road was a world, and each world contained strange mysteries, which was an excellent cultivation environment for martial artists......

The magnificent [Nine Heavens] giant city......

Map of the stone monument that has been lost for 10,000 years......

Legendary and mysterious ruins......

There are also altars and sacred fires......

In the darkness, it seems that there is an invisible big hand, which is dominating this qiē.

The weapons that flew over this time, there were knives, swords, spears, and meteor hammers, CCTV was different, and the battle intent aura contained in it was more powerful, equivalent to the full force of a strong man at the peak level of the Innate Martial Sect, unlike the small swords that were broken after the previous blow, their appearance was more complete, and there was slightly less rust on them, and the aura and battle intent contained in them were stronger.

Ding Hao used the secret method of spiritual power to temporarily seal these weapons.

He used one of the rusty swords to verify that these weapons could only be used once or twice at most, they were consumables, and the aura and battle spirit in them would be consumed, and they would all be shattered and damaged at that time.

The attack power they contain is not precious to Ding Hao.

What Ding Hao values is some of the inscriptions on them and the kind of battle intent contained in them - especially the latter, although there is only a trace of it, it is undoubtedly the traces left by those peerless powerhouses tens of millions of years ago, containing the spiritual imprints of these peerless powerhouses, if you can try to communicate, maybe you can get one of the qiē memories or even more things.

It's a pity that his current [Victory Character Formula] cultivation is only at the sixth layer, and he can't communicate this kind of battle intent.

If you reach the seventh layer of the [Divine Will] realm, you may be able to give it a try.

After some careful observation, Ding Hao continued to move forward-

Third, I would like to thank my brothers for their support and the support of several alliance leaders.