The sky of the ancient battlefield has eternal depth and oppression, the color of the wind and rain is about to stop on this vast wilderness for countless years, when the wind blows, it seems that the whole heart has fallen into the emptiness of this accumulation with that cool breath, aimless, and nowhere to hide.

Yu Xulai bypassed a spatial crack the length of his index finger, his feet were slightly paused, and when he looked down, he had kicked a stone, and there were a few strange scratches on this stone.

Brushing the mud and sand off the surface, this scratch looks like ....

A thought grew, and he pulled up the half-buried stone with all his might, "It's a broken totem... It's a pity. ”

"Shangqing, look. A retinue came over with a broken blade in his hand, and washed the dirt off its surface with clean water at the signal of Yu Xulai. The broken blade is like a treasure that has been rediscovered, blooming with a terrifying coldness.

"Before putting it, it should also be a real treasure-level weapon. Yu Xulai still put it away, although it lost its strength and spirituality, it could be sent to people to study its casting principles, maybe they could get a glimpse of the forging techniques of the Middle Ages.

"There's still one over here!"

Two of the retinues shouted as if offering treasures, but their men carefully peeled away the dirt, revealing a relatively intact staff.

As a result, as soon as Yu Xulai's hand touched the long staff, the long staff snapped into several sections, obviously unable to withstand the erosion of time.

Along the way, there were more and more dry bones of the remnants under his feet, and Zhang Jiji, who was traveling with him, sighed, "This is the ancient battlefield." ”

Half-buried in the soil, or covered in dust and dirt, but it does not hide the beauty of these bones.

Yes, beauty.

They are scattered across the desolate barren land, accompanied by the soldiers who have become ancient, and declare their existence like crystal glass.

The bones of the strong above the mortal have begun to dehumanize, and they are no longer brittle and weak, and they can be discounted and burned at will. Counting the conditions such as time and environment, those that can still be preserved so far are probably the bones of strong people above the Spirit Appreciation Realm.

"Overall, these bones are more valuable. "There is no need for Yu Xu to command, the entourage has already begun to collect these crystal clear strong bones, one is to purify the crystallization of power, and the other is to be lucky enough to meet a strong person who has cultivated bone coagulation techniques, and can also extend his practice inheritance from his bones.

The Donglin Dynasty is now based on faith, but in the past, it was strengthened by war, and it was easy to clean up the battlefield and deal with things after the war, and what could be reused was never wasted. Now that's a good way to show that.

The group collected useful things on the battlefield, while Lin Zhenjun, who was sent by Hou Tete in the east, observed the situation around him and wondered, "When I was in the cave, I obviously felt the breath of demons, but when I entered it, it became calm." ”

As soon as he said that, Yu Xulai also said, "And I haven't seen the shadow of Rin Hou yet." ”

It is said that people are inadvertent, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the thunder in the west, looking at the past, the tyrannical purple gold thunder and lightning were like an upside-down giant tree, and the scattered sharp branches pierced half of the drowsy sky, and there were faint ghosts crying wolf howls.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

Yu Xulai and Lin Zhenjun galloped away, and saw the demons and ghosts in the thunderous sea from a distance, and a person in the center stood with his back to them, as if he was in charge of life and death, and in the dazzling thunder, he single-handedly annihilated 100,000 demons and ghosts.

The black-haired demon ghost who was still breathing was holding the little imp in the shape of a beast, and the little ghost was holding a long strip of black Xuan in the shape of a ruler in his arms, and the ghost qi on their bodies was almost cut to a trace of it, but they didn't see timidity, but laughed loudly, "The human race is really not satisfied, when we are born, we want to seek our place of survival, and when we die, we have to seek our ghost body, and if we can't do it, we will kill it!"

Zhan Changfeng was silent, the place to survive can be understood as the battle between heaven and earth for demons, and what is the way to say about seeking a ghost body.

It's all turned into a ghost, but the racial hostility before life hasn't disappeared at all.

Since this is the case, Zhan Changfeng has nothing to say, and sends them to heaven with a sword.

She had to fight with all her strength because she followed the little ghost into the demon's stronghold, and when she stopped, she felt that the space was a little unstable, and the spatial crack near her seemed to expand again.

She is also exhausted now, and she has several injuries on her body, so it is only right to find a place to recuperate and release the people in the endless corridor.

Zhan Changfeng sensed the divine consciousness swept by Yu Xulai and Lin Zhenjun, and after knocking their divine consciousness back, several teleporters found a remote place and set up a formation to heal their injuries.

As one of the top ten true monarchs in the mountain and sea realm, Lin Zhenjun was warned with his divine sense for the first time, and said in surprise, "That's the Marquis of Rin?"

"Exactly. Yu Xulai sighed, "If she is allowed to grow up, the pace of the Eastern Dynasty will slow down, but fortunately, the cold wasteland where she lives now has few people and resources, and it is not enough to succeed." ”

These two people were not the ones who stole the secret hand, and they were warned, but they didn't go to check Zhan Changfeng's whereabouts again.

Zhan Changfeng healed his injuries and took out the black Xuan strip, which was quite heavy in his hand.

The Endless Corridor is an innate holy treasure, she was worried that the two-headed demon was its master, and she had already refined it for herself, but seeing that there was no divine soul prohibition in it, it was an ownerless thing.

The ownerless thing is easy to drive, she fiddled with it for a while, found the trick, and released the three of Wu Feiyu, Shuo Prison, and Zuo Chase.

The faces of the three of them are not very good, even if there is no heaven and earth vitality in the endless corridor, there is not even the most basic air, and the life and death realm obviously can't get rid of life and death, ignoring the air.

"Fortunately, there is a patriarch, what is this, inexplicably. Zuo Zhuzhi patted his chest and was afraid, getting lost on an endless road is simply the most terrifying thing in life.

"It's just a treasure that tells us not to answer randomly. "It's only useful to have someone answer, it's okay to make it once in a while, and if you use it too much, others will know this routine.

"Huh?"

"It's good to come out. Wu Feiyu looked at Siye, "This is the ancient battlefield, it feels like it's going to collapse." ”

"The monks from the east have also come in, so let's look for something of value in this vicinity. Zhan Changfeng thought about it again, "I met a group of demons, but I don't see the evil ghosts that people have turned into, you should pay attention and see if there is anything abnormal." ”

Wu Feiyu said, "The monks who died in the battlefield often have resentment, hatred, and obsession, and are most likely to fall into the path of hungry ghosts. ”

"That's the truth. ”

The four of them rested for a while and explored separately.

The ancient battlefield has an extremely wide area, comparable to half a small realm.

According to historical records, the Fengyun Realm was the first realm of Xuantian in the Middle Ages, and it was also the main battlefield of the Black Middle Era, which also led to the fact that the Fengyun Realm had not recovered after more than 30,000 years, and compared with other realms of Xuantian, it was the worst.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the battlefield of that top battle is in the Fengyun Realm, Zhan Changfeng is more curious about why this ancient battlefield is connected to the Small Rope Realm, is it a spatial overlap, or is it an auxiliary space of the Small Rope Realm.

Thinking of the Tao that once flourished in the small rope world, I feel that this small rope world is a bit mysterious.

What's even more mysterious is that the Heavenly Dao of the Little Rope Realm is obviously capable of solving the Donglin King, but she came to ask her for help, if she makes a move, the mortal enmity with the Donglin King will definitely be concluded, isn't this calculating her?

A heavenly dao that should be ruthless and desireless, like a machine, corrects some mistakes and maintains the operation of the whole, it is right, and the king of Donglin is not at a loss when he is expelled.

But she just came to the small rope realm, and she didn't do anything, so how could she be counted.

Zhan Changfeng couldn't figure it out, but he hoped to leave the small rope realm safely.

Shuo Jian suddenly beckoned to her, "Patriarch, come and see, is this a Qiankun Dao mark?"

The road sign is used for positioning, and anyone else has been here?

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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